#Fic Talk

[viennakarma]

Someone on tiktok did an F1 drivers x Bridgerton ai thing and I knew I needed to show you 👀👀👀

OMG IM WEAK IN THE KNEES!

when did this become a whore house? the hair? the unbuttoned shirt? hello?????

Ma’am this is the Duke Fernando Alonso, known for his rakish lifestyle but who suddenly decides to get into the marriage mart to settle down. Only one lady catches his eyes, but unfortunately, she doesn’t like him (or his reputation) and doesn’t give him the time of the day. Which, only makes him want her more. *wink wink*

[hoonieshoney]

I beg, save me Hee.

Let’s just say in a scenario where it’s one of another Hee breaking up with Y/n, not bcs he’s over her or anything truly bcs he’s a toxic asf asshole who wants to see how much she needs him again and again.

In that scenario, y/n all heartbroken couldn’t think of anymore ways to suck up to him so she decides on sharing her feelings with a close male friend of her’s from the church. Only for Heeseung to catch them in the room way to close to each other for his liking.

Only to find out his pretty Angel was a crying mess.

Misunderstanding the situation thinking that the dude hurt his Angel, and Heeseung starts to get all fired up. When said and done y/n tries to stop Heeseung from landing another punch on the dude so the dude wouldn’t die by confessing that she was okay and was only so sad about them breaking up she just had to share it with someone!

I dont’ know how but it ends up with Heeseung dragging y/n to the nearest room (unfortunately being her Father’s study in the church) and locking it. Pushing her down, face flat on the study table. Pushing down everything on top of it, books, bibles, cross, pens all down on the floor. Y/n begging for him to calm down and listen, but Heeseung’s a fucking dick, why would he listen?

Legs spread and pussy bare all for him. Who gives a fuck if these church walls are thin as hell? More for people to hear who y/n actually worships.

I don’t even know man just wanna see jealous Heeseung.

What do you think abt it?

What do I think about it????

Nonnie, I think you should start a writing blog and I’ll be your biggest fan with your post notifications on 😫😫😫😫😫

This. Is. So. Good.

What could I possibly add to this?! 🫠

Damn..jealous Heeseung with a bloody hand wrapped around your throat…FUCK

[imaginespazzi]

Heyyy when do you predict part 7 of UCLA to be out and could we get a little snippet…? 🤭

Potentially tomorrow, more likely Friday, maybe the weekend if I procrastinate a little too much.

And you can get a snippet but no one is allowed to get mad at me okay? It's for the plot!

[anghraine]

I do appreciate getting AO3 comments that encourage me to keep going! But I got a comment on an on-hiatus multi-chapter WIP that said absolutely nothing about it being unfinished and just listed things they liked, and it was really sweet.

[intricatepuckrituals]

glowing endorsements from other fandoms regarding hrpf, today

[bettyfrommars]

18+MDNI

say goodnight

an ode to fic writers who burn the midnight oil

You’ve been staring at the computer screen for too long at this point, cursor flashing with accusations of neglect.  You take a big swig of the drink next to you, and then start to nibble at your thumbnail, unblinking eyes going dry behind smudged glasses. 

That’s when you feel his hands press down onto your shoulders, warm and strong, his lips grazing the back of your head.  “I miss you,” he says, kneading like a cat on the taut, stressed muscles of your neck. 

He’s been waiting for you to let him know his next move in the story for hours.

“Come to bed,” he cups the front of your throat and his tongue finds the shell of your ear with a tender flick.  “You’ll figure out what to do with me tomorrow.”

“But I need to know,” you gulp against his grip, eyes fluttering.  “I need to know what you will say, what you will do. I want to be close to you.”

“Be with me now,” he drags a finger across your bottom lip and your tongue darts out to taste him. “Close your eyes, I’m right here.”   

“I might hurt you this time, it won’t be pleasant,” you warn, watching the cursor blink through hooded eyes. 

“Hmmm you know I love it when you challenge me,” he murmurs, nuzzling the side of your head. “You always make it up to me so good.”

Your breath is shaky as his hand traces down the front of you.  “Please don’t leave,” you gasp at his touch.  

He drags slow kisses down your neck. “I’ll be here waiting right where you left off. You’ll always have me as long as you never let me die.”

You swallow an exhausted sigh, clicking the tab to close out of your document. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart. Wait for me.”

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Dragon eggs take a long time to incubate, and an even longer time to hatch. Longer than most human lifespans.

There were dragons living on Quesadilla Island, and dragon eggs discovered in an abandoned nest, once upon a time.

The Federation conducted many experiments on these eggs over time, but a few decades after their discovery, they suddenly woke up.

Not hatched. Woke up.

These Eggs were sentient and had their own personalities – their own thoughts and emotions. They were more than the Federation was prepared to handle, so they assigned island residents to take care of them.

But after a year, one by one, the Eggs fell back into a deep slumber.

Time and time again, this cycle repeated. The Eggs woke up, the Federation invited residents to take care of them, and after a year they would fall asleep.

This time was a little different.

Perhaps it was because of the Islanders, or perhaps it was because of the Eggs themselves. Either way, the Federation never figured out the catalyst. It was not in their nature to understand anything outside the realm of fact and logic.

One year passed, one year full of adventure and danger, and not every Egg made it to the end. But the bonds that came from that year, and the families and friendships that formed, were stronger than any other that came before.

But a year passed all the same, and though the Eggs never remembered their previous awakenings, somehow, they always knew when it was time to sleep.

There were tears and hugs and promises made, and the Islanders’ grief was rivaled only by their love.

One by one, the Eggs slipped back into their long slumber; some on their own, and others with their parents by their side. The Island was quiet without their presence. It always is.

And then the first Egg hatches.

The first parents who notice the cracks fear the worst — until they see something poking through. Claws, tails, wings in some cases, horns in others, but all with scaly snouts nosing their way out of their shells. It’s a little unnerving, watching pieces of what they once considered their child falling away, but a shell is only ever that: a shell. Something new was always meant to take its place.

As for what happens next?

Some left the Island with their parents to see the world while others remained, waiting for their return, completing projects with their guardians or raiding dungeons for the sheer thrill of it. The world was a wider place without the fear of death looming over their heads, and they will never again need to fear it.

There are endings, there are ‘ever afters,’ and there are stories still being written long after a book is closed. Know that they are happy in this unwritten world, for they are finally free to choose their own paths.

No matter what the future holds for these dragon children, it will always lead them back home to the people they love.

[mead-iocre]

Fic Masterlist / WIP

Leah Williamson

Our New Normal Pt. 1

Our New Normal Pt. 2

Our New Normal Pt. 3

Football Scarves and Football Kits

Call Me Love"

Vivianne Miedema

Ducky Turn!

Jessie Fleming

Brown Eyes

WIP list:

(Mostly Leah Williamson x Reader)

Wife? Wife. | leah williamson x reader

Another instalment to the 'reader annoying Leah with tiktok trends/pranks series'. Based on a tiktok trend where reader starts calling Leah "wife" instead of girlfriend.

Château Lafite-Rothschild | leah williamson x reader

Leah doesn't like reader's new boyfriend.

Our New Normal Pt. 4

Reader settles in with Arsenal, and moves in with Leah. This time maybe it's Leah who has something to confess.

You can catch up: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

Football Scarves and Football Shirts (pt 2) | leah williamson x reader

Leah takes reader to another arsenal match and reader finally gets a chance to purchase a scarf with Leah's face on it.

Read Pt 1 Here

(don't have a title for this one yet) | leah williamson x reader - 18+ nsfw

spit or swallow?

[womaninwinter]

love is stored in AO3 comments

[viennakarma]

I AM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!!! This man woke up and decided to be a WHORE!

I would let this man do unspeakable things to me! I need him in a way that is concerning to feminism!

[hoonieshoney]

hee making y/n squirt for the first time

I love love love this. Gonna smooch your brain 😗

I hope it’s okay that it’s a tiny little smutty drabble my love 🥹

🚫SMUT🚫

“Is that a challenge, angel?” Heeseung smirks, he’s kneeling at the edge of the bed with both your legs draped over his shoulders staring at your bare wet pussy.

He had told you how much he wanted to see you squirt, but you didn’t believe you could.

“Heeseung..I don’t think it’s possible, some books say that squirting isn’t even real..” you blush watching his face inch closer to your heat.

“Ahh angel, I’m going to fucking ruin you..”

Before you could even respond his mouth was on you, his lips immediately suckling on your swollen clit. Two fingers easily sliding inside of you finding that special spongy spot inside of you.

Your body started shaking at the sensation, he kept a steady pace with his hand while his tongue licked every crevice of you, lightly nipping at the sensitive flesh making you squeal.

He used his free hand and placed it on your lower abdomen and applied pressure. The new sensation had you trying to move away but he pushed down harder keeping you in place.

He lifted his head up to glare at you, “don’t you dare fucking move away from me angel, do that again and I’ll bend you over my knee.”

He dives back in harder, his nose hitting your clit perfectly, tongue sloppily licking at your folds, fingers assaulting that spongy spot.

It was all becoming too much.

Your body felt like it was on fire, your orgasm was fast approaching, but this felt different. The pleasure and pressure became overwhelming and had your eyes watering.

You tried to warn him, but only a choked sob came out and everything turned to white hot heat. And you felt the gush.

It took a few minutes to gain your composure and your vision to come back. Looking down, your cheeks instantly reddened at the sight.

Heeseung resting his chin on your knee, the entire lower half of his face and the entire front of his shirt was covered in your mess. He had his signature smug look on his face.

“D-Did I…?”

“Mmm, you sure did angel.” He stood up and unbuckled his belt while staring down at your trembling body. “Now..it’s my turn to cum.”

[ilovebuckers5]

✧.*Not Friends pt 6*.✧

Paige Bueckers x reader

summary - back to how the both of us always wanted

word count- 1k

themes:

-fluff

-smut

warnings :

-sexual content

A/N - this is super short but I felt like it was an ok way to end this series off. I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTTT

my eyes refused to peel away from Paige's gaze while her legs were up in the air, her stomach pressed again my bed with her fingers still resting on her computer. I couldn't resist from dropping my purse on the floor, locking the door, and rushing onto the bed, crawling onto Paige's body. it felt like her arms magnetically wrapped around my back. I could feel her smile against my skin while she dug her nose in the crook of my neck. she sat up quickly, readjusting us so that I was sitting on her lap while her legs were spread about the bed. I could tell that she wanted to pull me into a kiss but I stopped her. my hands were on her almost bare shoulders. I took a moment to stare into her eyes. no where else. I felt all the stress that's ever visited my mind slip away. all my brain could comprehend was Paige's eyes. and the way her hands perfectly fit around my hips and the way her index and middle finger gently tilted in the dip between my hips and upper torso. then I would think about how my hands felt around her body. her skin was always warm, even in the winter. she was like the spark of summer I needed when I was freezing. her skin felt so right in my palms. her hair fell around her back and chest and shoulders perfectly. sometimes I just wanted to feel her hair against my bare skin. even when her hair was losing its bright blonde color and her darker roots peaked through, I couldn't get enough of her hair. of course her lips. I could never rip my eyes off of her lips when she wasn't looking and when she was looking. I constantly find myself looking at how her lips turn up when she sees me or one of her teammates. and the way her perfect teeth were on display after a win. her lips were always pink twenty four seven. even if she had just woken up with her hair tangled, eyelashes just slightly stuck together. her lips were always pink as if she just finished putting on lip gloss. her hands were slender. not extremely veining but you could see the definition. the way her hands tense up when shes feeling any emotion deeper than normally sends me over the edge. she looked like a frank ocean song when sleeping. a lana del rey song when talking. daniel caesar when she was happy. bryson tiller when mad. she looked like the perfect song that made me feel like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.

i felt her hands running across my back and thighs while I was simply encapsulated in her eyes. I didn't even notice how hard I was smiling until I looked back at her entire face and saw how red she was getting. she dipped her head down to cover her reddened cheeks but I quickly used my finger to lift her chin up. I held her jaw gently while leaning in closer and placing multiple pecks on her (yes, still pink) lips. my fingers slowly moved down her neck and chest the more Paige deepened the kiss. her hands were now moving down my hips and onto my ass, I guess this wholesome moment where I'm daydreaming about how perfect her features are is over.

i quickly tore off her tank top along with her bra. without looking, I massaged her tits in both of my hands while she tried to slide of my pants without me lifting myself up. I felt her attempts on my body and pulled my lips and hands away for a split second to take off my shorts and panties. small whines left my throat at my already dripping clit dragged across the sweatpants she was wearing. "fuck Paige." I couldn't contain a single noise I made at this point. Paige quickly stuck her lips against mine again, almost muffling each moan and groan I made. my hands wandered around her stomach and hips, also teasing around the top of her sweatpants and the boxers that peeked through. our pants began to melt with each other as I quicked my pace of grinding against her clothed lap. I couldn't take it, the feeling of emptiness in my pussy. as much as I wanted to grab her hand and fuck myself, I waited for her. eventually, she inserted two of her fingers in my wet hole, not waiting to pump in and out with a fast pace. I felt pathetic how close I already was but to be honest, who gives a fuck?

"s-shit I'm so close p." I pulled away from her lips to whine.

"cmon baby." she spoke back at me.

i began to grind onto her hand at the same place that Paige was moving her fingers. I felt my legs begin to tense up tighter and I kept a stronger grip on her waist. everything felt so right as I came on her fingers. louder moans, almost screams, left my mouth as I repeated Paige's name without caring who could hear. my legs began to shake around her hips along with my fingers. I wanted to keep going but Paige slowly removed her fingers from me. as bad as that felt, I decided to rest my forehead on Paige shoulder. she scooted herself down the bed enough for her head to rest on my pillow. I removed the bottom half of my body from hers and left my head between her shoulder and chest, getting more tired as she held onto my back. her hands were under my shirt, messing around with my bra while I was asleep. the last thing I heard before actually knocking out was Paige's softer voice speaking close to my ear.

"I love you so fucking much."

i cannot believe I even denied the fact that we are not friends. never will be now.

[paradoxlemonade]

Sure sometimes a fic is out of character by canon standards but it's internally consistent and makes sense within itself and that is enough for me

[rizaposting]

have not been able to shake a weird little idea that I have no idea how to start or how to end where the premise is: ~5 years Post-CoS or maybe longer, Ed somehow manages to get blipped back into Amestris (Al also, but he got tossed somewhere else) and somehow contacts Mustang and they just end up sitting in a bar trying to figure out How The Hell This Is Possible What The Fuck. Mustang is older and more mellow and that kind of freaks Ed out, who wants the familiarity of bickering with him in this desperately weird situation. They're both kind of cagey and don't know what to say and neither of them are very forthcoming about their lives.

Eventually they end up going back to Roy's home and he's got a nice house in the suburbs with a weird gravel driveway and there's a single porchlight left on, and Roy says "Oh, by the way, keep your voice down my wife is asleep" and Edward is like "who the fuck would agree to marry you lmfao" And Roy is just. Mmh. Because he's really not looking forward to Edward finding out he married Fucking Lieutenant Hawkeye.

The issue is that there's a clear story there, how did the Elrics get there? Where is Al, what is he doing? Etc. But all I want to focus on is, like... Ed as an observer to domestic royai moments LOL. Rummaging through all their pictures and trinkets. Sleepy Riza shuffling around in a fluffy robe in the mornings like a grandma. Roy trying to take up gardening and being in an ongoing war with the rabbits that are eating the shit out of their raised beds. The closed door that Ed is NOT allowed to look into that's totally not a half-built nursery that puts some of their suspicious behavior into perspective. Do you see my issue? I could tell a cool story but my brain is slop

[blueballsracing]

in response to @solitaire-enthusiast here's a lil Rundown™ of the landoscar social media au

lando is extremely lando about his feelings so he decides to make a stan account (yeah.) for him and oscar but really he's just a huge Huge oscar fan. (what better way to channel your gay feelings for ur teammate than making a whole ass stan account for them)

anyways. lando also happens to run @/piastrinews on twitter, or the one and only oscar updating account, and he starts to post really really really funny and weird updates about oscar!

don't wanna give away Too too much abt the plot mostly cause i'm still trying to figure it out myself but here's a snippet of lando's twitter profile

landon 🫶 @oskoala81  biggest landoscar stan known to man 🧡 📍24 he/him 📅Joined December 2022  841 Following 7256 Followers Piastri Updates 🍊 @PiastriNews updates and news on @OscarPiastri 🏎️🇦🇺 📍one admin :D 📅Joined July 2023 5 Following 5834 Followers

[mead-iocre]

do you have a current WIP list?? love ur writing sm x

thank you so much anon <333

but yes I do I have a WIP list: (all Leah fics though lol)

Wife? Wife. | leah williamson x reader

Another instalment to the 'reader annoying Leah with tiktok trends/pranks series'. Based on a tiktok trend where reader starts calling Leah "wife" instead of girlfriend.

Château Lafite-Rothschild | leah williamson x reader

Leah doesn't like reader's new boyfriend.

Our New Normal Pt. 4

Reader settles in with Arsenal, and moves in with Leah. This time maybe it's Leah who has something to confess.

You can catch up: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

Football Scarves and Football Shirts (pt 2) | leah williamson x reader

Leah takes reader to another arsenal match and reader finally gets a chance to purchase a scarf with Leah's face on it.

Read Pt 1 Here

(don't have a title for this one yet) | leah williamson x reader - 18+ nsfw

spit or swallow?