#Word count: 2022

[ilkkawhat]

[laylajeffany]

Between healing bees and Wednesday identifying her sexuality in a clinical setting, Enid can not prepare for what's next in her new life.

[yumedoca]

HOLY SHIT, WHY IS THERE A DETCO REFERENCE IN MY URUSEI YATSURA??

Anyway, this reference is really funny and cute (and I think some episodes ago there was another reference but I'm not entirely sure for that one) since Detco also has a bunch of references to UY as well (this how I discovered Detco in the first place btw), so it's kind of like the UY remake is returning the favor :)

This is only one of them, there's a whole section in the UY wiki which lists most of them (which you can find here).

[skid-the-mighty-poet]

[scandalouslamb]

me and the three notebooks I've filled up this year by being insane about felix ravinstill

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day 11: Pet play + panty sniffing

MINORS DNI

Warnings: dom bottom afab gn reader, sub top Rook Hunt, pet play, panty sniffing, degradation, masochism, humilation, premature ejaculation, praise, heavy dumbification, google translate french lmao

terms used for reader: entrance, hole

You don't have to say a thing when you open the door, revealing Rook with his face pressed into a pair of your underwear. He made eye contact with you as soon as you'd entered (he wanted to be caught so of course he was on high alert waiting for you). All you have to do is give him a look and he removes the garments from his face with a whine.

"Naughty bunny," you tut as you close and lock the door behind you. Rook is practically vibrating under your gaze. 

"Really," you start, crossing the space between you, "you're acting more like a pig than a good bunny." Of course you’re only mildly shocked to find him like this, but the growing heat and wetness between your legs reveals how much you like it.

"Non," Rook whispers, but his eyes are lit up with excitement at your degradation.

"No? You are my good bunny?" You ask, taking the underwear from his hands. Rook nods his head and you smile, "then show me," he knows exactly what your command means.

Obediently he turns back to your dresser, taking his bunny ears out, along with his fluffy white tail butt plug and lube. He undresses himself quickly while still making sure he doesn’t wrinkle his clothes (being the perfect vice housewarden of Pomefiore that he is), looking at you occasionally to make sure you’re still watching him.

He attaches his ears to his head and lays on your bed, slicking up his fingers then hastily pressing them inside himself. Rook makes quick work of opening himself up, letting out the sweetest moans and whimpers as he does so. 

“You’re stretched enough,” you tell him after a moment, not because Rook would get off on his fingers without your permission, but because you’re eager to move on. 

“Yes master,” he agrees quietly, carefully removing his fingers from himself and slides in his tail. Rook then pulls himself off the bed, standing in front of you, bowing his head in submission. 

Again you close the space between the two of you, reaching up to adjust his ears- they weren’t sloppy, you just want to hear the way his breathing quickens when you reach out to touch him. 

“Turn around,” you tell him softly, not even sparing a glance at his hard, red cock. Rook does as he’s told, turning so you can see his ass and the fluffy tail now settled between his cheeks. You let a hand come down to squeeze his ass, grinning when Rook lets out a choked sound at the sensation. You’d bet money that his hole is fluttering around his plug right now. 

“I know you weren’t trying to be naughty,” you run your hand from his ass up his back, “you’re just a silly bunny” Rook whines softly when you tug on the back of his hair, “who doesn't know any better, isn’t that right?”

“Oui,” he gasps out. You manhandle him around, so he’s facing you again. His cheeks are flushed now, his normally sharp and attentive green eyes lidded as he looks at you through his lashes.

“My horny, dumb bunny,” you coo, leaning in to kiss him. Rook, who is desperate for affection and attention at this point, tries to deepen the kiss. You pull away before he can,

“If I ask you a question will you have enough brains to answer?” you ask, running your hands down his chest and towards his groin. 

“Oui master,” he mumbles softly, his eyes flicking down in anticipation to where your hands will go.

“Do you want me to fuck your slutty bunny hole,” he squeezes his eyes closed, and lets out a guttural moan when you finally take a hold of his neglected cock. “Or,” you begin stroking him slowly, “do you want to fuck me, and give me your litter?” He gasps, leaning into your touch, his cock twitching at your words.

You continue to stroke him, but when you don’t receive an answer after a few minutes, you pinch at the head of his cock. 

“Merde,” he gasps, his hips rutting up involuntarily,

“I need an answer, dumb bunny,” you remind him, pecking his lips as you go back to stroking him.

“Ah,” he licks his lips after you kiss him, “s'il vous plaît, may I please fuck you master,” he asks so sweetly. 

“Good bunny,” you praise, kissing him again, and granting him the privilege of your tongue inside his mouth. When you pull away he’s breathless already, his pupils dilated. “Sit on the bed,” you command, pushing him gently back. 

Rook tries (and fails) to muffle the sound that comes out of him when he sits on the bed, pushing the plug deeper into his hole. You leave your shirt on- enjoying the imbalance of him being fully nude while you’re clothed- and take off your pants. The next to come off are your freshly soaked panties, which you unceremoniously toss at him. Rook catches them, and brings them to his face, moaning loudly as he inhales like a drowning man coming up for air. 

While he’s preoccupied with that you straddle his lap, taking the lube and quickly doing the bare minimum of prep work to your entrance. When your fingers leave your body and you instead turn your attention to coating Rook’s cock, he peeks out from behind your underwear. 

“Barely had to prep myself for your tiny bunny cock,” you tease, squeezing his base gently. Rook moans, but it’s muffled by the panties. 

Stabilizing yourself by placing your hands on his chest you carefully hoist yourself up, lining his dick with your hole. 

Both of you groan as you sink down on his dick. With the amount of lube you used and how wet you are combined, it doesn’t take long for you to be fully seated on top of him. You take Rook’s hands in yours, lowering the underwear from his face. 

“Show me how good of a bunny you can be,” you murmur softly. Rook discards your underwear, wrapping his arms around you instead. He holds you close as he begins to frantically rut his hips up into you. “Oh there we go,” you praise, shakily tucking his hair behind his ear, then playing with his faux bunny ones. 

It’s not often that Rook fucks you, and it’s even less often for him to do so in this headspace, so you nearly forget how wild he gets. You’d nearly mistake him for a beastman with the way he ruts into you like an animal, keening and whimpering, nuzzling his face into your skin and inhaling deeply. 

“Good,” you groan out breathlessly, “good boy Rook, fuck-fucking me so well,” you praise, curling your fingers in his hair and tugging. Rook babbles something incoherent, something that’s probably a mix of French and English that you can’t be bothered with deciphering as his cock fills and leaves you at an inconsistent pace. 

He humps his dick into you like a good bunny, drawing all sorts of praise and noise from you, until his hands are grasping frantically at your skin- a telltale sign that he’s going to cum soon. 

“Hah- cumming,” he gasps, and you’re surprised he’s speaking at all, nevertheless speaking in English. 

“Mngh, gonna cum bunny?” he nods, his ears bunny flopping around cutely. “That’s okay, ah, you can cum, fuh-fill me up,” he lets out a cry that sounds almost like your name, snapping his hips up into you roughly as he cums with your permission. You groan, your hands tightening into fists at the sensation. 

“Master,” he whines softly when he finally catches his breath, looking up at you with pleading eyes. 

“Oh I know bunny,” you cup one of his cheeks gently, “you feel bad getting off before me, huh?” he nods, leaning into your touch. “It’s okay, my dumb little bunny, you’ll make me cum, won’t you?” Rook nods again, more enthusiastically, “good. At least you know how to do that.”

Rook gives you a pleased grin, and for lack of better words, you know the two of you are going to be fucking like rabbits all night long.

[aparticularbandit]

Self.

Please remember.

If you have not hit word count this month.

Most (not all) of your writing has been second writing, which means you've been going through a lot of words, just not adding a lot of new words.

Word count is not always an indicator of progress.

You're okay.

[simplepotatofarmer]

um. well. nanowrimo is going great, apparently!!

[skyview-temple-spring]

This is actually SO funny to me. Lesson in being perceived

And sorry if I used your tags lol no offense

[laylajeffany]

Wednesday shows up to the nightclub because being surrounded by bad pop mashups with a thundering bass, suffering through a drag show, and waiting for her wife to make her rounds with VIPs is somehow preferable to being alone in her state. 

[catgrassplantdad]

🌸kinktober collection chapter 3 - "is that a thong?"

prompt fill for gallavich kinktober day 27 from @gallavichthings tags: lingerie, panty kink, fingering, rimming, anal sex, dirty talk, slight come play, clothed/naked, although mickey isn't totally naked ya know rating: e word count: 5,051

"Is that a thong?"

"Yeah. Uh, I mean, kind of. It's a little different."

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Pierce My Soul

Author:  redheadgleek

Rating:  T

Status:  Completed in August 2016

Word Count:  6,807

Summary:  After meeting Kurt, the costume designer for the up and coming musical Jane Austen Sings, Blaine instantly regrets his hard-earned rule of not dating cast or crew. He briefly considers setting it aside, but he reminds himself sternly, it's a rule for a reason. He doesn't need the distraction.

Tropes/Genre:  Fashion Designer!Kurt, Actor!Blaine, AU, alternate meeting, future!fic, romance

Lynne’s review:  Very sweet. Truly enjoyed this.

Read at:  AO3

[astrobravo]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Thor (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel) Additional Tags: Arson, Theft, callous disregard for any life that is not Loki's, unnameable fluids, Catcalling / mild harassment, sexy lake bathing, implied infidelity, at least one murder, Oral Sex, Cloaca, Shapeshifting, Female Loki (Marvel), kind of - just in a couple scenes, Male Loki (Marvel), Weird Biology, middle-aged love Summary:

Loki woke up passed out on one of the big tables in the palace library. His back was killing him, his hair was a mess, and he had drooled all over the book he had been reading.

Thor was nowhere to be seen.

Of course, he was a strong, independent prince, and he was fine with or without Thor.

But.

Since they had begun their Thing, he couldn’t remember a time when Thor hadn't even come to look for him when he missed bedtime.

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My offering for the Thorki BIg Bang 2022!!

Check it out, and give my artist some love too!

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[despairforme]

Of course he's the favourite!

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

This marks the first year of returning to fandom and fan fic writing after several years of keeping my distance from it.

This year (based on my AO3 word count) I've written 325,605 words. In reality there are far more words written that have yet to be posted, but I am feeling quite proud of this achievement.

Here's hoping 2023 allows me the chance to write even more words.

[indistinct-echo]

2022 Fic Masterlist

Diamond Fire (G / 138 / Oneshot) [Weddings, Ficlet]

They put a ring on it.

A very tiny ficlet.

Villaintine's Day (G / 870 / Oneshot) [Street Artists, Emenies to ?]

“What the fuck are these?” Dan stares down at his hands. He knows what he’s holding, technically, but he can’t seem to make it make sense. Flowers. Who the hell would give him flowers?

A fic about nemeses and being seen.

push and pull (T / 1k / Oneshot) [Angst, Trichotillomania, Unresolved Argument]

“I know, I know. I’m supposed to stop assuming people are mind readers,” Dan says as he reaches up to tug at his hair. It’s not quite a nervous habit, but it is something that settles his nervous system.

A fic about managing expectations and unmet needs.

the rust that grew between telephones (G / 1k / Oneshot) [Chat fic, Mild angst]

"I feel like you’re very far away" "Our flat isn’t big enough for anywhere to be considered very far" "Can I come work in your room anyways?"

A fic about overworking and the limits of sms-based communication

Nothing New (G / 1.2k / Oneshot / Vault Tracks Series) [Chat fic, Phil identity angst, Early days (Manchester)]

“I've had too much to drink tonight How did I go from growing up to breaking down? And I wake up in the middle of the night It's like I can feel time moving

How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22? Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?”

- Taylor Swift, Nothing New

mum (G / 1.4k / Oneshot) [Mental health, Mild Angst]

mum [ (mʌm) ] 1. noun - mainly British, an informal word for mother 2. adjective - keeping information to oneself; silent

A fic about that which we do and don’t discuss with our parents.

Spaceship Earth (G / 1.6k / Oneshot) [Disney World 2014, Established Relationship]

Dan can't understand why Phil insists on repeating the most boring ride on the planet, but that doesn't mean he won't go along with it.

A fic about creating private spaces in public places.

Must Come Down (G / 1.6k / Oneshot / Gravity Series (2)) [Introspection, Established Relationship, Massage, Hypomanic Crash]

Dan is in the middle of his third round of recap to Phil, talking a thousand miles a minute with an ear-to-ear grin, when suddenly it all stops. His mouth fills with cotton, his smile begins to ache, and the train of thought he’d been clinging to completely loses its tracks.

A fic about falling and catching yourself on the way down.

pancakes + syrup (G / 1.9k / Oneshot) [Domestic, Slice of Life, post-WAD reunion fic]

“Are my nostrils deceiving me?” Phil asks, still out of Dan’s line of sight.

Dan blinks, looks down at the pancakes, now almost ready to be flipped, and then back at the Phil-less space. “No?”

meander through the garden of your mind (we can take our time) (G / 1.9k / Oneshot) [Exploration of sexual orientation, Mental health, Early days (Manchester)]

“I don’t—,” Dan starts but then cuts himself off. He takes a deep breath. “It’s not PJ’s reaction that I’m worried about. It’s the saying of words bit.”

A fic about identity and the ways we can create and explore it

Betta Late Than Never (T / 3.8k / Oneshot) [FishWhisperer!Phil, Strangers to ?]

Dan hires Phil to therapize his betta. They get along swimmingly.