#Fic trade

[okanadafreakingfan]

Tobiuo x Heat for the wonderful @fanaticsnail as my half of our trade.

I love them so much. I love all your OCs actually!! They’re all amazing!

Guys join the Discord if you 🫵 too want your OCs loved, drawn, developed and admired by your fellow fans, artists and writers.

[parisiterileymoon]

Charlie Morningstar x male reader

Sorry vaggie lol

C/W: crying, insecurity, me not quite being sure how to write a straight passing relationship, implied Bi-phobia (not specified from who), recovering from the toxic expectation that men can’t cry:(

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I can’t believe the bastard told you to “just choose”. I mean COME ON. Choose? Are they serious? Like actually? You were mad, obviously. I mean who wouldn’t be? The blatant bi-phobia that nobody did anything about would piss any reasonable person off. The thing is, you tend to express your feelings through your tear ducts. You hate crying in front of people. It makes you feel like less of a man. It’s been told to you since childhood. “Man up, be a man” ect ect. Your girlfriend Charlie is the only person you’ve ever cried in front of. The funny thing is, you’re dead. It took your entire life and LONGER to get over this even a little. She rubbed your back. “You know, crying doesn’t make you less of a man. In fact, emotional vulnerability is the manliest thing I can think of.” You looked at her with a single raised eyebrow. “Charlie that’s bullshit. If I cry in front of people they’ll think less of me. It’s just a fact.” She tears up and hugs you. “Nooooo…that’s not true…crying is a natural human reaction to when you get overwhelmed. Everyone cries.” You place a hand on the small of her back as she comforts you. “I know it’s gonna take some time to get over this insecurity but admitting you’re insecure is the first step to getting over it. I believe in you, my handsome man.” She continues. You let yourself cry as you rested your face on the top of your head. She smelled like a campfire and her favorite lavender perfume. It’s quite a combination of scents but it’s the kind of scent that relaxes you. At this point she was crying too. Partly because she was proud of you and partly because you were crying. She always cried when someone else did. You’re getting better. Part way because of her encouragement and part way because of you. You are strong. Strong people cry. And there’s nothing wrong with it.

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MY FIRST FIC TRADE‼️‼️‼️ thank you to my pall @4ndr3ax10 for being so kind :)

[verdiris]

Listen, my partner likes cowboy au's but I can't write for shit so if anyone has good fic recs or is willing to write some cowboy au! Steddie then I will happily produce more cowboy art 🙌

[taxi-cab-to-slowtown]

Opening a Trade

If you know about FTL's trade this is kinda like that. So from now until the 1st of July if you write a BirdflashLinda or a HalBarryEo fic or do a BirdflashLinda or HalBarryEo art I will write/draw something for you. The entires must be 500+ words or at least a flat colour drawing. Please put it on Ao3. If you write it and DM me the link I will make something you request before the end of the year.

Go get creative.

[aceing-on-the-cake]

I haven't done this in a while so I figured it was time to update it.

Hey, I'm Cass! (the Cass is not short for Castiel I promise you)

This is my main blog but I also post other content in separate areas. Here's the links to those:

You can find my poetry here and if you like tiktok here

You can find my NSFW blog here

I also post fics on ao3 as well as masterposts for supernatural bang art I've done :3. You can find those masterposts here.

[sneezyonmain]

Hey! are any snz writers on here maybe interested in doing a fic trade with OCs? something short-ish, like 1k-4k words ideally. I love writing stuff, but cant get myself to post any of my own content because when I'm writing for myself I always take forever. I can write fast for other people, though, and I'd love to trade fics!

[copiousloverofcopia]

Hey there ghesties!!!

Here is a new fic trade I did with the amazing @sirlsplayland with their OC Marzanna and Daddy to be Secondo!!!!

Thank you so much for allowing me to write for you! Hope you all enjoy!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

Timing Is Everything

Prime Mover Marzanna is ready to give birth to her and Papa Secondo's first child. As the time draws closer though all she can think of is convincing her hovering husband to give her some space.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Read below the cut!

The bed, laced with emerald silk sheets and a mountain of plush feather-down pillows, had felt like both her sanctuary and prison. While she was never happier, Marzanna entered into the last month of her pregnancy filled with anxiety. Everything was going smoothly, her and Secondo’s child growing strong and well throughout. However, the more her belly grew, the more her husband’s concern followed suit. 

Secondo was insistent on accompanying his Prime Mover everywhere. Not allowing her to do anything on her own. If by some unavoidable circumstance he was detained, Marz knew that she would get stuck with a clowder of companion ghouls in his stead.  While she loved him dearly for his dedication, his care, and protection—it was honestly starting to get on Marz’s nerves. 

The constant hovering and keeping watch, made her feel at times more like a captive by her condition than the excited, expectant mother that she was. It wasn’t his fault, Secondo loved her so very much that even the slightest note of sadness in Marzanna’s tone, or a less than enthusiastic look on her face, has always sent him into a spiral. Determined to figure out what was wrong and how to fix it—a trait he held for no other than her. A pregnancy with its aches and pains was bound to draw that out of him, but Marz was desperate for things to return to normal.

She missed being out in the fresh air. Her place of solace in the garden—an almost distant memory now that she had spent so much time away. Only days away from her due date. Missing the warmth of Primo’s humor and the scent of budding flowers as they filled the air with the most wonderful perfume. Marz let out a heavy sigh as she laid there, her husband by her side, knowing that it would not last forever. 

“What is on your mind tesoro?” Secondo asked her, looking up from his copy of The Expectant Father . Marzanna, smiling over to him as she attempted to sit up higher in the bed.

“Argh… my back has just been awful today.” she groaned, Secondo quickly popping up out of his chair to come help her. Shifting things around in the bed until Marz had found a more comfortable position. 

“Are you alright, is there anything else I can—” 

“No Sec, stop. You’re smothering me.” Marz laughed, joking with him, but also quite serious about his hovering. “Fine… could you please hand me another pillow?”

“Of course, of course.” he replied, grabbing another pillow to adjust behind her back. Watching as the look of contemplation fell over his wife’s eyes. “What are you thinking about?”

“I was thinking of skipping the meeting today, you go ahead without me.” she told him, knowing full well that he had refused to leave her side for days. 

“Amore. That's not—”

“Sec, now you listen. I adore you more than Lucifer himself, but you have to give me some breathing room. I already have limited space because of the baby, I don't need you making it worse for me too.” she reasoned, watching Secondo’s eyes fall.

“I’m sorry, I know I have been a bit overbearing.”

“A bit?” Marz laughed.

“Ok a lot overbearing, but tesoro I love you both so much. I don't want to miss anything. I don't want anything to happen to you or our child.” he reasoned, Marzanna seeing the heaviness weighing on his heart as he spoke.

“I know. I promise you we are going to be just fine. Why don't you let me have the day. Just today. I will go about my usual WITHOUT you or the ghouls trailing after me and you will see that things will be just fine.” 

“And if I do? Then what?” he asked her, confused where this all might lead. 

“Then I will let you carry me around the Abbey for the rest of this pregnancy if you so desire.” Marz laughed. “Just give me this one day Secondo, I’m going stir crazy here.” Though he was not thrilled with her proposition, as a man who very much valued his own independence and privacy he knew just how much she needed this. 

“You promise? Just for today?” he asked, sending her a smile. A smile that told Marz he was already, reluctantly, on board. She pulled her husband down to sit beside her on the bed, staring deeply into his eyes.

“Ti mentirei, Papa?” she winked. Secondo, rolling his eyes before pressing his lips to her forehead. Marzanna’s swollen belly nestled between them as he embraced her. Little kicks, fluttering away inside, drawing both their attention.

“He is so strong.” Secondo mused, a proud father already before his child was even born.

“He? What if it's a girl?” Marz asked him. Secondo had already been anxious from them being unable to know, Marzanna wanting to keep it as a surprise for everyone. Would the Ministry have a Papa to be or a Papess to be, everyone would find out soon enough. 

“Your cruelty knows no bounds. Besides, Emeritus men tend to have sons.” Secondo kidded, feeling the sting of Marzanna’s playful slug to his shoulder.

“Uh huh.” Marzanna said, raising her eyebrow at him.

“Now shall I help you to—”

“Sec.” she whined.

“Alright I will go. I shall see you this evening amore. Please…be careful.” he pleaded as he rose from the bed. Ready to allow Marzanna the space she so desperately needed.  

“I will.” she assured him as he made his way out of their shared Papal suite.

It had only been mere seconds since her husband had left the room and Marz was ready to go. Hoisting herself up from the bed, after a bit of a struggle, and frantically trying to decide what she might wear. Knowing her usual habit had grown a bit too tight in the belly to be worn at this point in gestation. Deciding instead to go for a more relaxed dress. Sweeping her white striped tresses up from her face and into a bun as she made her way towards the door. 

As she cracked it open, she half expected to find ghouls flanking the entryway. Astonished when she found the hall had been left empty. The sounds of the Abbey echoing from down the corridor in the distance. Marzanna beamed, ready to travel around the whole Abbey. Feeling the need to go exploring it as if she hadn’t lived there most of her life. 

“I think I will head to the garden first, Primo must be swamped with all the seedlings sprouting. I bet he could use some help.” she thought aloud. Slipping on her shoes before heading out the door. Just as her foot stepped over the threshold, another nagging pain came from her back. This time much more pronounced and crippling. 

Marzanna quickly held on to the doorframe. Her hand wrapped protectively around her belly and her breathing, quickening with the pain. Her discomfort had lasted only a few moments before she could fully stand. She tried to take things more slowly this time, walking carefully down the hall towards the grand staircase.

When she reached the landing, however, the pain hit her once again. This time however it was followed by a squeezing sensation that traveled up from her back and around the width of her belly. Instantly Marz stopped, her breath stolen as she winced in pain. She was having contractions—this baby was on its way. 

“You have got to be kidding me?” she cried, angry at her body for choosing now to go into labor, but also trying to wade through the pain. Marz tried her best to continue, but the contractions became too great. Bringing the normally strong and vibrant sister to her knees. As luck would have it, one of her husband’s ghouls, Earth came traveling down the hallway. 

“Earth!” Marz called out, now doubled over on the floor. 

“Sweet Satan! Sister Marzanna, what's wrong, is it the baby?” he asked. Marz couldn’t even respond. Teeth clenched and eyes squeezed tight as he ran to her. The ghoul impressively strong, lifting her up with ease off the ground and into his arms. 

“It's time. Take me to Papa, he’s with Sister.” Marz told him, barely able to get out the words. Earth, panicked inside, hoping that he would get her there on time or suffer Secondo’s wrath.

“Maybe we should just take you to the infirm—”

“Earth, I said take me to my husband!” Marz demanded. The look of fire filling her eyes and the pain overwhelming her. The ghoul took off in a flash, careful not to injure her as he made his way to the main floor. Pushing passed the crowd of confused siblings and ghouls as he took Marzanna right to Sister Imperator’s office.

“I’m telling you… we should give it a re-release. I know what the people want.” Secondo explained. The prideful Papa, kicking back in his chair as he, along with all the other members of the Clergy in the meeting, discussed bringing back the Phallos Mortuus collection for the upcoming tour. 

“It has been 10 years.” Copia reasoned, raising up his shoulders, letting them all know he wouldn’t mind it.

“Then it's settled. I will have Mr. Saltarian contact the merch team to have them re-issue it. Anything else on the docket for today?” Sister asked, looking over the paperwork scattered about along her desk. 

“I feel like maybe another release of Seven Inches—” Papa Nihil began before Terzo lifted up his hand to shush him.

“I’m gonna stop you right there old man. Your time has ended, the Tiktokers have moved on.” his son assured him, snickering between himself and Copia. Nihil stood there, pouting to himself as the meeting continued on. Sister Imperator allowing her face to fall in her hands in frustration with the antics of Nihil and his misbegotten sons, when suddenly there was banging at the door—frantic and loud. 

“Come in” Sister Imperator called out as the door came flying open. Earth and Sister Marzanna materializing within the doorway. Secondo immediately went into full blown panic mode, jolting out of his chair, all the color having drained from his unpainted face, 

“I think I need to borrow Secondo for a bit.” Marz said, doing her best to smile through her pain. Secondo rushed to her side. Almost taking out Copia and Terzo as he went to hold her hand. The other one placed tenderly on her belly. 

“Is it?” he asked her, tears beginning to fill his eyes. The hardened, stoic Papa—softening before his beloved Prime Mover. 

“It is.” she smiled, her own tears spilling down her cheeks. Finally the moment they had waited so long for had arrived. Just as they went to head to the infirmary, Nihil drifted towards them, a look of irritation in his eyes.

“Are we going to have to continue this meeting or are we finished?” he groaned. If his father’s insolence wasn’t enough to worsen things, Secondo turned to see a large gush of clear fluid pouring from Marzanna. Drenching both her and Earth completely from the waist down. 

“We better go, NOW!” Marz howled as another intense contraction ripped through her. The three of them, taking off like lightning to the infirmary. When they arrived, Marz was instantly placed in the bed, the doctor confirming that it was already time to push. Secondo, taking onAe of Marz’s legs while the sister nurse took the other. 

“Alright Marzanna this is it, I can see the baby’s head.” the doctor told her, in position for delivery. Marz was dripping in sweat, writhing in pain, her body working too hard to deliver her child. 

“You see what happens when I leave you? You go and decide to have the baby on me.” Secondo said, trying to lighten the mood only for it to backfire in his face when Marz turned to look at him with all the fury and rage of Hell in her eyes. 

“Sec. SHUT. UP!” she screamed, Secondo deciding to do as he was told. 

“Alright let's do this.” The doctor told her as the nurse helped Marzanna curl around her belly to push. Crying and groaning as she pushed with all that she had in her. Secondo, watching as their first child was delivered onto the world. 

“It’s a—”the doctor began when suddenly Marzanna fell limp. Her body, dropping down on the bed. Eyes closed and her skin clammy and pale. Secondo’s gaze widened, feeling like he was on fire within. Sweating bullets as the doctor went to check her vitals. Their newborn child, having been carefully handed over to her father.  

“Is she alright? What's going on.” Secondo commanded, though the fear inside him caused his voice to stammer. Scared with every fiber of his being that something awful was happening to the love of his life—his beautiful Marz. The tears stung in his eyes, almost blinding him from his surroundings as Secondo waited for the doctor to say something—anything to let him know that all would be alright. Trying his best to calm down the baby who was crying its lungs out within his arms.

“It’s alright Papa, she’s gonna be just fine. Childbirth takes a lot of someone.” The doctor assured him. Secondo bursting into tears in front of them all. Not caring who saw the emotion, the relief he felt. Both Marzanna and their child would be ok.

It was hours later now when the sounds of chaos and crying returned to a quiet calmness. The room lights dimmed as an exhausted Marzanna rested in bed. Her husband loyally at her side, as their small newborn baby, slept so peacefully in Secondo’s arms. Both of them, feeling more happy than they had ever felt in their entire lives.  

“She’s perfect isn’t she?” Marzanna asked, smiling over to Secondo as he watched lovingly the small bundle wiggling gently in his arms. Quiet coos from a sweet, slumbering babe, like music to his ears as he couldn’t help but sniffle. 

“She is, just like her mother.” Secondo turned to kiss Marz. His eyes filled to the brim with his tears. Beginning to fall freely between them as they both laid gentle kisses on the baby. 

“We made her… the most beautiful thing in creation, our little Zara.” Marzanna cried, looking deep into her husband’s eyes. Having loved him more now than ever. The bond between them immortalized their love for all time in this little life they created.

“I will love you until the moon and stars fall from the sky.” Secondo promised her as he stared down at her. Marzanna, pulling him back to look at her, adjusting to be closer to him, though she was still sore from the birth. Ready to face the pain in order to kiss the man she loved and adored. Just as their lips met, the baby began to stir. Waking from her gentle sleep and erupting in a cry. Pangs of hunger for the first time having reached her belly. 

“Oh my, looks like we are getting interrupted.” Marz laughed as Secondo handed her the child. Readying the bottle to feed her, the small baby instantly suckling away, almost soothing her back to sleep. 

“I am sure it won't be the last time… seems like we will have to take our moments when we can.” Secondo smiled. Marz nodded, content to know that their family was complete at last. She leaned in to kiss Secondo, warmed by his affection as she spoke.

“You know with kids, timing is everything.”      

Notes: Ti mentirei, Papa?- Would I lie to you Papa?

[astercontrol]

art traaaaade!

@mayertis-not-a-user 's part of the trade, featuring glorious OTP Ram and Tron

precious Ram, who never got a goodbye kiss because he did not live to see the invention of kissing

…let's fix that for him RIGHT THE HACK NOW.

aaaand my part of the trade! featuring Sark/OC:

[moonbeam-dragon]

Buried (BoulGraham)

@frosty-tian

Here's my half of the trade.

[iamforsaken]

HELLO TUMBLR!!!!!

I AM CURRENTLY IN THE PREDICIMENT OF..... : WRITING BLOCK!!!! AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS THAT MY FRIEND WOULD LIKE A FANFICTION TO EXIST THAT DOES NOT EXIST YET.

I DO NOT HAVE THE WILLPOWER TO WRITE SAID FANFICTION, BUT I COULD WRITE SOMETHING ELSE.

I PROPOSE: A FIC TRADE!!!

I WILL WRITE SOMETHING FOR YOU, YOU WILL WRITE THE STORY FOR MY FRIEND.

1,000 WORDS, BEETLEJUICE SCREAMING KINK. BEETLEADAM, BEETLEBABS, OR BEETLEADAMBABS.

PLEASE CONSIDER!!!

MY AO3 ACCOUNT NAME IS SAMBOT2000XP, YOU CAN FIND MY WRITING THERE.

I WILL WRITE STAR TREK, RE-ANIMATOR, MLP, SLASHERS, ANYTHING THAT I HAVE WATCHED AND ENJOYED!!!!!

MESSAGE ME OR COMMENT HERE.

[loganwritesprobably]

Fanfic Trades

This post will be updated/revamped as needed

AO3 | Fanfic Masterlist | Request Rules | WIPs

Currently trades are: Closed | [Open]

Trades/gifting isn't something I've ever engaged in much in the past, mostly because I've lacked skill/confidence or haven't had the opportunity, so I want to open myself up to that here!

A fic trade would entail both of us making a request of the other, then we go away and write those requests.

Trades will be prioritised over regular requests, as I get something in return!

I'm happy to do trades of CC/CC fics, or CC/Reader fics, more details below the cut

As a reader I would be: He/him (cis or trans male, whichever you prefer), relatively short, short hair, relatively thin - any further specifics can be discussed on a fic to fic basis

One Piece

Characters I'd be interested in for x reader (in no particular order): Crocodile, Mihawk, Benn, Shanks, Sanji, Smoker, Buggy, Law

Canon pairings I'd be interested in receiving: Cross Guild Polycule (and its respective 1x1 pairings), Shanks/Benn, Shanks/Buggy/Mihawk, Law ships (I'm not picky), Roger/Rayleigh/Rouge, Monster trio (romantic), Vinsmoke sibling ships (again, not picky), Shanks/younger (legal) character

Teen Wolf

Characters I'd be interested in for x reader (in no particular order): Peter Hale, Deucalion, Theo Raeken, Derek Hale, Chris Argent, Noah Stilinski

Canon pairings I'd be interested in receiving: Stiles/Peter, Stiles/Peter/Chris, Peter/Deucalion, Peter/Noah, Chris/Noah/Melissa, Noah/Jordan, Peter/Stiles/Derek (no incest)

Other fandoms listed on my profile are open for discussion

[simpalert]

Okay I know about art trades, which are fun, but I have also seen writing trades once, so, I think you know what's next😙

ooh, u wanna do a arttrade?but with writing?? that sounds like fun X3

i'd love to, just dm me and we can talk about it :D

[teeth-farie]

A Rock and a Hard Place

Julian/Delphi

Notes: oc/canon, confined spaces, frottage, fingering, trans Julian, biting

☞. . . A fic trade I did with my best friend @ghoulfriendfangs ! This is their apprentice Delphi having some fun with Julian >:3

Delphi and Julian were a chaotic mix. They knew how to have fun, even if it ultimately ended in a concussion or trying to make bail for the other.

This time, however, is a little different than the others.

The pair found themselves frantically squeezing into an alleyway after a chase with a drunken brick shithouse of a man, the drunkard stumbling past the divot in the wall a hair's breadth after Delphi and Julian squeezed in.

They wait for the footsteps and slurred cursing to fade out, their breaths heavy and hearts racing. Seconds pass by, the sounds of the night the only noise to hide their hushed panting. And when they’re positive they’ve run home free, they burst out laughing.

Julian’s laugh is like a bark, deep from his chest in a mix of relief and exhilaration. Delphi almost immediately follows, their laugh like a hiccuping snort. It’s not the first time this has happened, and it certainly won’t be the last, but as the laughter dies down and the pair begin to notice exactly how they’re puzzle pieced together, it becomes crystal clear that this is a new one.

Delphi’s thigh slots between Julian’s and his between theirs, pressed chest to chest and nearly nose to nose. It would explain why it was so hard to wiggle in to hide, and now that the danger is gone and adrenaline remains, it becomes much more…erotic. Julian can feel the heat pool in his gut, the warmth between his legs start to get hotter—and Delphi is no better, their cock stirring in interest.

“Well,” Julian says almost breathlessly, craning his neck down at the blue haired magician. “It seems we’ve gotten a bit…jammed.”

Delphi digs their fingers into his sides. “Enough talk, kiss me, pirate boy.”

A rush runs through Julian’s body, thrill catching on each of his vertebrae like Delphi was using his ribcage as a xylophone. Oh, how he loves how demanding they are.

Julian groans into their mouth when their lips collide together, his knees weak and his cunt throbbing at the thought of kneeling down. It didn’t used to be this easy to make him so needy and aching, but he supposes that’s just Delphi’s charm and allure.

Delphi presses their tongue into his mouth, sloppy and barely coordinated and just how he likes it. Julian feels smothered in them, a thigh between his and a tongue down his throat—he wouldn’t have it any other way. Delphi swallows down his whimper, fingers pressing into his hips and stomach, sliding under his loose blouse and groping his chest.

There’s a certain kind of heat between their bodies; Julian can feel Delphi’s cock chub up against his thigh, thick and hot. They wiggle their hips, grinding against his lithe thigh forcefully. A moan chokes out of his throat like he was the one rutting against a leg, muffled against the magician's eager lips.

“Y-you never skip a beat, duh-darling,” the doctor pants when Delphi lets up, mouths still close enough to breathe in each other's breath.

“You love it.” They snicker, sliding cold hands down his waistband. Julian shivers, fingertips brushing over his happy trail and slotting right into place between his thighs. His hips stutter at the feeling, familiar but always so electrifying.

“Y’r wet for me,” Delphi croons, grinning wide as they rub their fingers through his lips and folds, dipping down to that wetness and coming back up to his hardened clit. He grabs tight on their shoulders, hot fiery heat on his cheeks. “All loose too.” They say to no surprise, two fingers sliding home and crooking up.

Julian’s knees wobble and shake, his teeth biting down into his lip to muffle his cry. He can still feel the stretch of their fingers no matter how malleable he may be (and rigorous rounds the night before make sure of that). “Delphi,” he gasps, rutting his clit against their angled palm. “Delphi!” He cries louder as they crook their fingers again, slotting right against his sweet spot.

They sink their teeth into his collarbone, like biting into ripe fruit- a little pop as they pierce the flesh.

The good doctor makes a sound akin to a dying animal and euphoria all the same, clenching down on their fingers. Warm blood bubbles and gushes, dirtying Delphi’s tongue and they groan happily, humping their swollen cock against his leg. Julian’s hand shakes as it rises, cradling the back of their head as they bite and suck, almost vampiric in nature. He certainly wouldn’t mind if they drained him dry.

“Good boy,” he can hear muffled and grunted into his kiss bruised skin, dull pain setting his nerves alight. He preens under the praise, following Delphi’s pumping fingers with his narrow hips. Each thrust in has the heel of their palm grinding deliciously against his needy clit, their fingers stroking and rubbing right where he needs them to.

Delphi dislodges their teeth and kisses the fresh wound, their stomach growing tight and aching as they seek the friction they crave from Julian’s thigh. They grow sloppier, yet still energetic, pinning him to the wall with their hips and hands, rutting against his tensed muscles. They’re close, he knows it.

“Please,” he begs, riding their fingers, wetness coating his pants. “Please, c-cum, please, please,”

His fate is in their hands, they could leave him aching and hungry, they could tease him more, but they’re already so close.

“Do it then, hah, birdy boy.” Delphi lovingly teases, and opens their mouth again-

And bites firmly down on his peaked nipple. Julian jumps and sobs like he’s holding a live wire, and it’s just enough to send him over. He squirts right into Delphi’s hand and soaks his pants. It trickles and bubbles through the fabric, splattering onto the dirt ground.

The magician suckles on his abused nipple in apology, fingers pulling from his cunt to firmly rub his clit as they chase down their high, bruising Julian’s hips and thighs with the forceful grind- growing shaky and unsteady until it all coalesces and they cum in their pants with a gasp.

The air is thick and heady, heavy breaths passed back and forth. Both bodies are still cramped and sweaty, but now with jelly bones.

Delphi pulls their hand out of Julian’s pants when he cries of overstimulation, his legs and everything in between sore and spent.

“Hah..haha, a quickie for the books, right?” He laughs breathlessly, his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead.

“Definitely,” Delphi admires their handiwork with a sigh. “Wished I coulda fucked you proper, though.”

Julian’s face burns so hot they could fry an egg on it. Perhaps…he’s not as spent as he thought.

[aceing-on-the-cake]

Second Collaborative Idea

Honestly I'm just gonna keep posting these as I come up with them because I just miss working together with people on a project and I think it's a neat way to meet new people.

Art and Fic Trade!

I've seen these done with big bangs but I'm not in any currently and idk I have time and I'm open to the idea in general.

Basically my proposition is same as a general art and fic trade, if you draw fanart, I'll write a fic (5,000 - 10,000 word max) or a ficlet (<5,000) to go along with your art. Or the opposite can be true. I can write you a fic (either like a very specific idea you have but you just don't want to write it or something more general like this ship, this kind of au, these tropes) and you draw fanart to go along with the fic.

Fandoms I'd Be Cool to Do This With

Good omens

Supernatural

Stranger Things

MHA

Percy Jackson

Feel free to hit me up if you're interested at all! You can direct message me here or send me a friend request at my discord: cassemiah.

Reblogs are appreciated so this leaves the sphere of only my mutuals (but my mutuals are absolutely allowed to hit me up as well if this sounds interesting to any of you guys)

[sister-lucifer]

oh btw this is your reminder that i trade fics for art

if you’re an artist and would like a fic made especially for you (especially if you’re like me and have hyper specific ideas) and would like to do a trade, lmk!

[hiseternalmayfly]

Sinners Before The Cross

My part of a Fic/Art trade with @whispywoodland/@amaltheasdreams. If you're interested in doing a fic/fic or fic/art trade with me send me a message!

Characters: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Tri98) & Molly (S/I) Pairing: MollyWood Word Count: ~1.4k CW: 18+ MINORS DNI. Sex in Church, Praise Kink This was written for Molly and their ship with Wolfwood. Other Wolfwood self shippers please do no tag as your ship or you will get blocked. 💕 As always, feedback and comments are welcome!

"Funny, I thought you woulda burnt to a crisp if you stepped foot in here."

Molly turned their head quickly, standing up from their kneeling position in front of the altar table. Their attention turned to Wolfwood, who stood in the doorway leaning against the Punisher. He had a smirk; he always loved to be cocky with them. Good thing they could return the favor.

"Aren’t you one to talk? I wouldn’t say you’re very Godly yourself, Wolf." One hand rested on their hip, returning an equally cocky smirk towards him.

Wolfwood sauntered towards them, setting his heavy cross against the pew chairs with a relieved sigh. His shoulders relaxed as he reached an arm out, pulling their body closer to his in a side hug.

"That’s where yer mistaken, darlin’. I’m the big man’s right-hand man." His facial expression was serious, but his voice oozed with sarcasm. It was enough to get a snort and a snicker from Molly. "So tell me, what are you doin’ in a place like this?"

Molly’s eyes ogled the large golden cross hanging from the walls, surrounded by beautiful stained glass windows depicting the teachings of God. Such a shame that their past drove them to separate themselves from the teachings of the church, as the artwork and aesthetic were beautiful in their opinion. "Can’t someone just admire the beauty of a buildin’?" 

"Course you can, doll face. Though, if we’re talkin’ beauty, you certainly outshine the decorations." Wolfwood’s teasing smile did not reflect the sincerity of his words. He placed a gentle kiss on their temple, giving them a soft squeeze. "I could admire you all day."

Molly’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, and the cheesy words of their lover drew another laugh from them. "I could say the same ‘bout you, you know. You had me love-struck the day I first saw you. Meryl’s been teasin’ me about it ever since."

"Well, them insurance girls can read everyone like a book. Even me. The big girl knew I was comin’ to look for ya." 

"You came lookin’ for me? Shucks, aren’t you sweet?" Molly turned and planted a deep and loving kiss on his lips, which Wolfwood was happy to return. Their taste was one to savor.

The two parted after their long kiss, staring into each other's eyes with passion.

"‘Course I did. We finally got a day where we ain’t trailing blondie ‘round. I’m not gonna waste the opportunity to pamper my handsome one." Wolfwood moved in to close the distance between the two of them. Two firm hands gripped Molly’s hips, pushing them gently until their back was firm against the altar table.

"In here, Woof? Why don’t we take it back to the inn and–" 

Molly’s words were interrupted by a fierce kiss; hungry lips pressed against theirs as Wolfwood’s tongue snaked out and explored their mouth. Molly could feel Wolfwood smirk as the action drew a whine from them. A soft gasp escaped as they were lifted up and set down gently onto the table, legs pushed apart so Wolfwood could get as close as possible.

His lips moved from theirs and began trailing downward, from their jaw to their neck, nibbling and teasing the skin, all to draw soft moans from Molly.

"That’s a good boy; keep makin’ those noises for me." Wolfwood purred, showering Molly with praise for how well their body responded to his advances. Another delightful snicker came out at how easily Molly melted under his touch. Calloused hands snaked up their shirt, cupping Molly’s breasts firmly. His thumbs traced circles around their nipples, slowly moving in until he thumbed over them. All the while, he continued to nibble at their neck, leaving a few marks so everyone knew Molly was firmly taken.

"Wolf–ah– Slow down there for a second." Molly’s voice was breathless, and the heat was quickly building between their legs. His touches were calculated, and he knew exactly where to touch and press to get them going. They raised their arms to help Wolfwood get rid of their shirt, discarding the fabric on the floor of the church. 

Slowing down was the last thing he was going to do. His lips moved from their neck to their chest until he took their hardened bud into his mouth, sucking gently. The hand that had been teasing their breasts was quick to snake itself into their pants, fingers brushing against their wet folds.

He released their breast with a lewd pop, glancing up with a smirk. "Look at ya, already so wet. You’ve been wantin’ this too, haven’t ya?" His fingers began to circle their clit, watching as Molly rolled their head back in delight, gasping out a plea for more. "Good boy, give me more of them noises. Show God who you really belong to."

His mouth returned to their breast, giving attention to their neglected nipple. He swirled some of their slick around his finger, moving downward to slide a single digit inside of them.

"Wolf–oh god…" The air was pulled straight from their lungs as his finger curled into their sweet spot, which he wasted no time teasing with his long finger. All they could do was watch in delight, their eyes hazy with lust and need.

"I gotta taste you…" 

The digit was hastily removed, fingers ripping down their pants like he was dying of hunger. "Lay back and spread your legs, darlin’."

The desperation in Wolfwood’s eyes made Molly’s own desire grow. They laid back on the table, pushing their legs apart to give him access to their dripping sex.

Wolfwood grabbed their legs, resting them on his shoulders as his tongue traced across their folds, glancing up to see the blissful expression Molly made. It was all the encouragement he needed to keep going.

His tongue swirled around their clit, lapping up the juices like it was the first drink he'd had in ages. All of it to hear the wonderful noises from Molly as they called out his name, begging for more. No one could touch them quite like he could, and they both knew that.

"You're so fuckin' wet, doll face. You taste divine…" He whispered gently, continuing his assault on their sensitive bud. "Think yer ready for me?"

"Please, Woof. I need ya." Molly pleaded desperately. The sound of Wolfwood undoing the zipper on his pants made them shudder. Their eyes gleamed with excitement when they saw his hard shaft press gently against their folds. He rubbed it back and forth, causing both of them to moan.

"Keep yer eyes on me." Both hands rested beside Molly as he entered into them, grunting as their walls squeezed around his cock. "Fuck..yer tight." His words were followed by a satisfied growl as he buried himself to the hilt.

Molly’s expression of bliss was a sight to behold. Wolfwood took a moment to thank the Lord that someone so perfect was in his life and belonged to him. "Please…move."

Wolfwood was pulled from his thoughts by their words. He placed a kiss on their cheek. "Anything for you, my good boy." His pace was slow for only a moment as self-control slowly began to drain from him.

The way Molly’s body took him so perfectly made him want to drool. "It's like you were made for me. You take me so well. That feel good, sweetheart?" 

All Molly could do was nod their head in reply. Each thrust from Wolfwood had them seeing stars as his cock pressed firmly against their sweet spot.

"Keep makin' those faces, and I'm gonna fuck ya till the sun goes down." Wolfwood leaned over their body to whisper these words into their ear. He was enjoying the sound of skin against skin that filled the church. "Come for me, baby." He whispered again.

Wolfwood's hand rubbed circles around their clit to urge them towards their orgasm, his own building like a tight knot about to snap.

Molly threw her head back, arching their body off the table as their orgasm slammed them hard. Their walls spasm around Wolfwood.

"Fuck me–" He groaned in pleasure. It was enough to push him over as he buried himself inside, releasing his seed with a relieved moan.

The two of them remained there as their heavy breaths filled the space between them.

It was Molly who finally broke the silence with a giggle as they leaned up to press a loving kiss against his lips. "Round two?" 

Wolfwood happily returned the kiss, stroking his fingers through their hair.

"You're on."