#excerpts from ‘smut stories i’ll never write’

[rnnsdrms]

‪‪❤︎‬ daughter of the ceo of a prominent company! reader who had once been one of the key investors in the blue lock project. skip a couple of years later, reader’s parent’s faith in its success is validated since many blue lock graduates now dominated the world of soccer, securing spots on top teams like paris x gen, bastard münchen, fc barcha, manshine city, ubers, and the like. and it just so happens that reader’s parent’s company is one of the most prestigious sponsors, promoting multiple teams as their marketing strategy. with their meteoric rise captivating the global stage, your parent’s interest is piqued once more. and so, they devise a plan—an almost, no, undoubtedly the most diabolical scheme yet. they will decide which team to sponsor more based on whom you, their rich and beautiful—but for some mysteriously reason single to the bone—daughter, would choose as your future husband.

however … you are in the dark about their plans.

perhaps your perpetual singleness stemmed from your domineering parents (don’t old money people are?), or perhaps it was that very old money madness that led them to orchestrate their most audacious move yet. so, when they ordered you to embark on a secluded vacation with some of the world’s top soccer players—strictly and personally handpicked by them, of course—you found yourself in an overwhelming dilemma.

enter the boys—each one having heard of your parents’ proposal: if any one of them could win your heart and marry their daughter before the New Year, they would be granted a lifetime sponsorship. tempted by the irresistible promise of wealth and support, the boys are ready to do anything and everything to claim you as their prize.

[roguishcat]

Thirsty Thursday: Coconut Rum Confessions

Summary: Having been just friends with Tav for years, Astarion finally decides to tell her how he really feels.

Excerpt: “Darling, I don’t want to see you once a month and talk about inconsequential nothings. I want this to be real. I want us to be real. I want it all! I mean” – he took a deep breath – “if this is what you want too.”

Word count: 6.9k

Tags: MNDI, Humour, Romance, Astarion x Tav, Astarion is bad at feelings (but he confesses!), piv sex, fingering, dry humping, Astarion being a brat, soft dom Astarion, smut with feels, fluff, Astarion and Shadowheart are bitchy besties

A/N: I decided to turn this into a little one-shot collection called 'Dating for Dummies'! This story is part 2 and follows directly after the events of 'Brunch'.

Thank you so much @preciouslittlebhaalbae for all your help and suggestions! If it wasn't for you, this would have a million mistakes! You are such a gem for helping and I really appreciate it! 💖💖If there are any mistakes left, it's because I decided to write some more last minute.

“My, my! What are the odds of seeing you three here!” Tav teased, clearly having fun seeing them squirm as they tried to come up with a reasonableish excuse for being there.

“Fine, you got us,” Shadowheart shrugged her shoulders with a laugh. “How was your date?”

“It was great, actually. Really great. Just great!”

Tav’s smile was a little tight, which had Shadowheart frowning. She’d known her long enough to know when Tav was lying. Seeing that she was looking anywhere but at Astarion, it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. Damn that stupid elf, it seemed that he still had a chance.

“Then how come you’re here with us instead of getting it on?” Karlach grinned lecherously.

“Well, you know me. Don’t go home with them on the first date and all that. Just felt him up a little under the table. I’m a lady, after all.”

The look on Astarion’s face was that of an outraged debutante clutching her pearls.

“Just kidding! You should have seen your face!” Tav giggled and gave him a light shove. “Never thought I would see the day when little ‘ol me would make Astarion Ancunín look so scandalized.”

Astarion cleared his throat and pushed his curls back. “You misunderstand, dearest. I’m just shocked that you would be so crass.”

“Well, perhaps that’s what happens when someone is friends with you for so long,” Shadowheart said with a treacly-sweet smile that did not reach her eyes.

Bitch.

Astarion shot her a dirty look.

You’re the bitch.

Shadowheart rubbed her eye lightly with a perfectly manicured middle finger.

“Anyway,” Tav pretended not to notice the exchange, “as nice as it is to chat, I promised Gale I would help his daughter with her school project tomorrow. So, I have to get up early to catch the train to Waterdeep.”

“Do you need a ride home?” Astarion blurted out, making Shadowheart do a double-take.

“Sure, if you’re offering,” Tav nodded and waved goodbye to Karlach, oblivious to the murderous glare Shadowheart shot in Astarion’s direction.

“I’ll go get the car,” Astarion said and darted towards the parking lot.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Shadowheart caught up with him – damn she could walk quick in those heels – and grabbed his arm.

“What do you think? Driving our sweet Tav home so she doesn’t get mugged. Because I’m a gentleman like that.”

“You are the furthest thing from a gentleman.”

“I thought you wanted me to make a move!” Astarion accused, annoyed that he sounded like a lovesick teen talking about his crush.

“Yes, ‘wanted’ being the key word here,” she hissed, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. “Stop playing mind games, Astarion. Because if you do make a move but don’t follow through, I’m calling Lae’zel.”

Now that was a proper threat. Karlach, he could probably win over by giving her his saddest, wettest eyes. To say that Lae’zel was not fond of him would be the understatement of the century. She barely tolerated him and his antics over the years. He was quite sure that the gith was just itching for a reason to rough him up or run him through with one of her swords. She’d got a little softer over the years since she became a mother, but it didn’t mean that they were buddy-buddy.

“Fine, I will be virtue personified!” He said dramatically, pressing his hand to his heart.

“I don’t believe that for a second, but we will see.” Shadowheart pivoted on her heel and turned away, back stiff, perfect ponytail flicking from side to side.

Half an hour later and about twenty minutes into their ride, Astarion still couldn’t summon the courage to say anything remotely close to asking Tav on a date. Why was this so difficult when it came to her? His mouth felt dry and his palms felt wet. It was so out of character for him. Him! The one who seduced so many with just a look! But when it came to Tav – someone that he actually wanted to have a genuine connection with – he found himself tongue-tied.

“Now this is a very nice ride,” Tav commented, running her fingers along the comfortable seat with a yawn. “Remind me again, why do I pay for most of the brunches when we meet up?”

“Because you love me and want to treat me to cheap coffee?”

“Sounds about right,” she closed her eyes with a contented sigh and relaxed into the car seat.

Astarion shot furtive glances at Tav, noting with annoyance that she looked good enough to eat. He did not know how Halsin could resist. He sure was finding it difficult. But then again, that duck-lover was always much too dutiful and proper for his own good. Because in spite of his reputation and extensive experience, Halsin was too much of a gentleman. Astarion, however, never claimed to be such.

The car ride was over too soon for his liking.

Astarion unbuckled his seatbelt, leaning over to open the car door for Tav. Their noses bumped together gently as he drew back.

Tav’s tongue darted out through an opening of her mouth to wet her lower lip. It was an invitation if he ever saw one. He leaned in, sensing the subtle shift in the air, the feeling of anticipation. In the past he hadn’t cared to go slow. Astarion had rushed into kisses the way a reckless swimmer would dive into water without checking where he would end up. Only the end result had mattered. Getting off or getting something else that he had wanted. But this was Tav. His Tav. Or perhaps not his, yet. But that could be remedied easily enough.

Intense eyes drank in the slightly parted lips, the beautiful neck, the rise and fall of her chest. Tav shifted towards him. Astarion cupped her cheek with his hand, and she leaned into it, eyes fluttering shut. Astarion closed the distance between them, meeting her lips gently. He wanted to be ferocious, to kiss her in a way that would make her toes curl, in a way that would ensure that she would not want any other to kiss her again. But he found himself holding back. For no reason other than his stupid, stupid self.

The kiss was lukewarm at best. She felt his reluctance, drawing back with a frown.

“Astarion?”

He didn’t say anything. Just looked at her as her pleasant expression gave way to a concerned frown.

“Astarion, is everything okay?” Tav put her hand over his, thumb stroking smooth, lightly-freckled skin.

He realised that he had to say something. If he let the silence stretch any longer, Tav would certainly take his reluctance personally.

“Yes, of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be, darling?”

She sighed and moved his hand away from her face and onto the car seat.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” she smiled and gave his fingers a reassuring squeeze. “Thanks for driving me home. I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

He stared after Tav long after she was gone.

What in the sweet hells was that?

A week later, Astarion found himself in front of her apartment with a bottle of coconut rum. Why coconut rum? Well, that was a different story for a different time.

He hadn’t bothered to change before coming here, so Astarion was still in the gorgeous number he’d worn to the fundraiser. Being there, surrounded by all those superficial, self-serving people who barely knew which charity they were raising the money for, got a bit too much. He felt stifled, suffocated. He went out to get some air and started to walk. Then he just kept walking until he found himself in a cheap liquor store, buying a bottle of rum, then walking more still until he finally reached Tav’s apartment.

She wasn’t home. Which shouldn’t have been too surprising. She was probably out with Halsin. For their second date.

He scowled at the thought and opened the bottle, taking a generous swig of the disgusting drink. The rum was an in-joke. She was supposed to laugh and let him in, the rum being a peace-offering of sorts.

Now he was stuck sitting outside her apartment, his back pressed up against her door in his eye-wateringly expensive suit. It would probably be ruined. Astarion was surprised that he felt a dark sort of satisfaction at the thought.

He heard the clicking of heels and saw pretty strappy stilettos stop in front of him. Cute. She painted her toes silver, he noticed. Hot. 

“And why, may I ask, are you camped out here, hm?” Tav asked with a sigh, but he could swear that he could hear her fighting back a smile.

“It’s a free country,” he took another swig from the bottle. “I can get drunk wherever I want.”

“I mean,” Tav crouched in front of the elf, brushing the errant silver curls aside to get a better look at his face “you could have called and told me that you wanted to come over.”

He could hear the exasperation in her voice but didn’t look up. Instead of answering, Astarion gulped down some more rum. The taste just would not grow on him. How annoying.

“Scooch over a little then, I need to open the door. These heels are absolutely killing me, and you can proceed to get drunk inside my apartment,” she rose and nudged him playfully with the toe of her shoe.

“Should have worn the ones that I bought you for your birthday,” he muttered, grasping her calf and running his fingers down to her ankle.

Tav gave a shocked squeal and wriggled out of his grasp. She had always been extremely ticklish, and this was his way of reminding her that he could and would abuse that knowledge.

“Let’s leave the ‘I-told-you so’ for a later time, when you aren’t so moody and I’m not in pain,” she suggested.       

Astarion shrugged but shifted enough for Tav to open the door.

Once inside, Tav immediately kicked her shoes off, her happy groan making a shiver dance up his spine.

Astarion decided to relocate and sunk down on her sofa, not relinquishing the bottle when she tried to take it from him. Tav huffed and sat down next to him, laying her legs across his and putting her head on his shoulder.

“Want to tell me what this is all about?” she murmured. “Or are we just going to pretend that this is your typical Thursday evening?”

“How’s Gale’s daughter?” he chose to ignore her question. Because answering that would open a whole new can of worms and he did not have the emotional capacity for that.

It was obvious that he was just trying to change the subject, but Tav pretended not to notice.

“I swear, she is more like Lae’zel than him, despite all the magic used to make their child resemble him in some way. And bless Gale’s heart, he really tries with her. But the bossy little madam demanded ‘that teacher, the one in the ridiculous clothes’ come by and help her with her assignment last week and then again this afternoon. Gale could have done it in his sleep, he is heads and shoulders above me when it comes to… well, everything. But no. Had to be me.”

She stopped speaking and ran her fingers through his silver curls, feeling him relax a little under her gentle ministrations. They stayed silent for a while after that.

“Why do you think Gale and Lae’zel work? As a couple, I mean.” Astarion spoke quietly. He probably wouldn’t have asked if not for the fact that he had a generous amount of alcohol in his system and was running on two hours of sleep.

“They just do. I guess the why and how is only up to them to know. But Lae’zel has definitely gone softer round the edges, just enough to allow herself to be happy. And adopting Lae’zel’s son, and having a daughter with her… Being parents becomes them. They are wonderful together.”

Astarion noticed that he was running his hand up and down her thigh, the hand holding the rum pressing Tav closer to his body. Treacherous hands, what a mess they got him into. Now he would have to come up with some kind of excu-

“Astarion?” Tav breathed softly, idly stroking his hair and loosely coiling his curls round her fingers. “I’m tired. Aren’t you?”

They both knew that she wasn’t talking about the late hour. The unspoken part of the question hung heavily in the air, the atmosphere becoming charged.

“I-” he began, uncertainty colouring his voice. “I never told anyone, but my father left my mother when I was quite young. She could have done much better than him, but the bastard made her believe that he loved her. And she was much too wide-eyed and naïve to know better.”

Just like a certain someone I know, he would have added, but didn’t want to draw any parallels.

 “She worked tirelessly to help him pay for his studies. Because they were in it together, or so she thought. And then they had me. Suddenly, he realised that he was not cut out to be a father and just up and left. Taking what was left of the money, leaving us with nothing. Less than nothing. Leaving us in crippling, impossible debt.”

He scowled, thinking about his mother. The mother that gave up so much to make sure that he could become someone of worth. The mother that he almost never visited.

“Growing up, I would say or do something, and my mother would tear up because it was ‘as if he was in the room.’ I guess she never stopped loving him.”

He didn’t really want to talk about his past. But he wanted to explain. Wanted Tav to understand that he cared. That she mattered. And that his unwillingness to pursue her in earnest wasn’t just him being a bastard. Or perhaps, not entirely.

“I constantly heard about how I was his spitting image. That I looked just like him.  I knew that my mother and others didn’t mean it that way, but I often felt like they were saying that I was just like him in every way.” Astarion took a shuddering breath, his fingers gripping the bottle a little tighter. “The same unreliable bastard who was capable of abandoning the people who cared about him most without so much as a fucking explanation.”

He felt Tav’s lips near his temple and her fingers on his face. She pushed back his curls, brushing the shell of his ear and then moving her hand to stroke the back of his head. Astarion’s shoulders relaxed a touch. Tav had always known how to prevent him from retreating into himself. More importantly, he’d always known that these gentle touches were given freely. No strings attached. He didn’t know how he’d managed to stay in her good books over the years, but sure as hells he wouldn’t question her about it.

“When I was in the last year of high school, I decided to confront him. I knew his name, of course, and I found out where he worked at the time. Waited outside the building for hours until that bastard finally left for the day. And you know, everyone telling me all these years that I looked just like him was absolutely right. It was like looking into a mirror and seeing an older, much wealthier version of myself. I got up and wanted to say what I thought of him, but I just couldn’t. Couldn’t force the words out.”

He took another swig of the rum and wrinkled his nose. Damn, this stuff was disgusting.

“Our eyes locked. He recognised me, there was no way that he didn’t. And then he just walked past me. As if I was a nobody. I suppose, in a way I was.”

Astarion took a shuddering breath and decided to just go for it. In a way, it felt good to tell someone. No, not just someone. To tell her.

“I got completely shitfaced drunk that evening. Went home and vomited all over the place. My mother didn’t say a word about it, just helped me through the night, then took care of me the next morning.”

“And that’s-” he stilled his shaking fingers - “that was when I decided that I would show that arrogant, stuck-up prick just what I was made of. I studied like mad to get into a good university. I was prepared to do anything to quickly move up in the world. So that next time we met I was not somebody who could be ignored so easily. Somebody he would have no choice but to show an ounce of respect.”

He was shaking again. He wouldn’t have noticed if it wasn’t for Tav squeezing him closer to herself, but she didn’t interrupt him.

“And then, when I turned thirty – still so young for an elf, but much further along in life than he had been at that age - I felt that I was ready to throw my success in his face and show him just how much him not being in my life didn’t matter. But I- I didn’t get the chance. He died before I had the opportunity to see him again. Shot twice. No surprise there, really. He conned and swindled enough people over the years to make plenty of enemies. And he had already been revived once that year, it would be illegal to do it again.”

He remembered how he felt when he had seen the announcement. Angry. Absolutely livid at not having the chance to tell that fucker how much it didn’t matter that he hadn’t been in his life.

“Him dying…” Astarion took a deep breath to steady himself. “I didn’t want his love, or approval, or a pat on the back. I just wanted to talk to him, as equals of sorts. I wanted an answer. Just one fucking conversation that would help me to understand. With everything else that he passed down to me, did I really take after him so much that I was incapable of touching anything precious to me without destroying it?”

Tav kissed his shoulder but didn’t speak. Anything she could say would be inadequate at this moment. She hated that he had to live through that. Hated that his father would just cast him and his mother aside for no reason other than his ambition.

“And here is the crux of it,” Astarion went on. “Is wanting something, really wanting it, wanting it more than anything else… Is that enough to preserve it? Because I want this to be real. I want us to be real. To hells with excuses!” He leaned forward to put the coconut rum on the coffee table. It was now or never. He wanted – no – he needed to stop living his life like he was trying to prove that he wasn’t someone else. It was time to start living. Really living. Not just going through the motions and pretending that he enjoyed it. He didn’t know what he wanted. Or what the new plan would be. But he didn’t want to spend another day feeling afraid to tell Tav how he had felt about her for years.

“Darling, I don’t want to see you once a month and talk about inconsequential nothings. I want this to be real. I want us to be real. I want it all! I mean” – he took a deep breath – “if this is what you want too.”

He finally turned his head to look at Tav, her eyes wide and her mouth parted a little.

“Tav?”

She didn’t speak, but leaned forward and kissed his cheek tenderly, making his eyes flutter shut. Then she lifted herself a little to wrap an arm around his neck, the other hand coming up to rest on the back of his head as she ran her fingers up his neck and then the shell of his ear, making him shudder in want.

Then his lips found hers. And soon she was straddling him as their kisses grew heated, Astarion’s insistent hands moving her dress out of the way enough to expose skin just above her hip bones and continue their ascent.

“So, I’m guessing there will be no third date with Halsin?” he managed to say between kisses.

She smiled and kissed his cheek. “There wasn’t a second date. I cancelled. It wouldn’t be fair to string Halsin along.”

“You sweet, caring thing. How kind of you to worry,” Astarion inwardly preened.

“Is this really what you want to talk about now?” Tav giggled.

“I don’t want to talk at all.”

But he did want to make sure that this was okay. That this was what she wanted, too. He wanted to ask her, to-

Tav chose that moment to nibble on his ear and grind against the bulge in his trousers, making Astarion short-circuit. 

“Star, you may safely assume that I am most enthusiastically yours. Do your worst.”

Well, if that was a challenge, then he was definitely up to it. Except, if she kept grinding oh so deliciously against him for much longer, he wouldn’t be up to it for very long.

Astarion drew her in, and his lips devoured hers hungrily. Tav let out a moan as Astarion gripped her possessively, dominating her completely. It was no surprise that she yielded to him, really. He was a superb lover, after all.  She parted her lips for him to drive his tongue into her mouth. Coaxing, conquering, controlling every motion.

They broke apart and Astarion found that he rather liked having her this close. Face flushed, chest rising and falling, lips plump and parted invitingly. Tav was currently busy unbuttoning his shirt with the eager inquisitiveness of someone unwrapping a present. The look of intense concentration on her face was endearing.

“Careful, darling. This ensemble happens to be one-of-a-kind,” Astarion admonished her gently.

“Well, then I would like to submit a complaint to whoever decided it should have so many damn buttons!”

“Impatient, are we?” Astarion chuckled, his voice deeper, thick with arousal. He started helping her, unbuttoning from the collar down as Tav gave a frustrated groan that became a happy sigh as his chest and abdomen were finally revealed.

Laughing, she brushed against him to nip on his neck, stealing a husky sigh that turned into a groan when she palmed him through the fabric of his trousers.

“You’re the one to talk.”

He whimpered, his body instinctively rocking into the sensation. Tav was right, of course. He just couldn’t wait for her to finish undressing him. And for the life of him, he couldn’t remember the last time he was so excited to see someone naked. But he didn’t have to tell her that.

“You seem to think, my dear, that you’re in charge here.”

Arrogant and cocky. A familiar role.

“No,” Tav kissed his temple and whispered into his ear, “I am happy for you to lead.”

Astarion’s groan melted into a trembling sigh when her breath ghosted over the shell of his ear. His lips moved down to kiss the swell of her covered breast while his hand touched the other. Feeling emboldened by her reaction to his thumb brushing across her nipple, the elf began kissing the covered part of her breast before catching the peak teasingly between his teeth. Lifting his hips, he ground his erection against her core, delighting in the way her breath hitched. Encouraged, he did it again and was rewarded by a moan.

“Astarion, please!” Tav breathed out with a plosive sound as she arched her back, needing more.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he ground out between thrusts, “I suppose I-”

Tav chose that moment to unzip his trousers and finally, finally touch him. Eyes half-lidded, she ran her hand down his shaft, moving back up to smear pre-cum across the head with her thumb.

“I do ask nicely. Please.” She pumped him once, then again for good measure. “Please,” she moaned into his ear, “Please.”

Astarion grabbed her wrist.  Because his night would not end with him making a mess in his trousers like some pre-pubescent teen.

Tav squealed when he lifted her, the world briefly blurring as Astarion carried her across the room and into her bedroom with rather impressive speed. Kicking the door open and briefly getting entangled in his trouser legs – damn those things! – he set Tav down on the bed before both of them could fall over.

The battle with his clothes was brief and he came out victorious. His expensive outfit went flying across the room, soon joined by Tav’s dress. He wanted to stop a moment, to drink her in, but Tav – quite understandably impatient – immediately started kissing him passionately.

“Wait,” he pulled away to unclasp her bra and flung it onto the floor. “Much better.”

He palmed her breasts, reveling in the feeling of having the freedom to explore, touch and taste. Perhaps taste was his favourite, after all. He had never really got over his oral fixation.

Astarion climbed on top of Tav, kissing her feverishly. The intense, predatory look in his eyes made her heart race. He was delirious with want. An uncontrollable sort of longing to be closer to her. It was a desire so powerful that it destroyed whatever control he had left, leaving him a panting mess.

“Darling I- I promise that I’m going to do this right next time.” Astarion’s voice grew huskier as he propped himself up on his elbow, the other hand grabbing her hip roughly. “But now I just have to be inside you. Just-”

“Yes. I’m ready.”

Tav put a warm, lightly trembling hand on his back. She was so wet, she knew that she was more than ready. But Astarion still entered her slowly, making sure that it didn’t hurt. Giving several shallow thrusts, he pushed himself in completely with a strangled groan.

“Gods” – he breathed out and rocked forward again and again, her moan sending a shiver down his spine – “Tav, darling-”

The inexplicable pleasure had his low-pitched hums turn to whimpers as he tried and failed to set a pace. It was probably the sloppiest, worst form of his life and he felt incredible. Greedy hands and whet kisses exploring her body were welcomed, and her own touch making his breath hitch. He realised that he wasn’t doing enough. It was their first time and he wanted – no, he needed to make sure that it was memorable.

“Gods! Tav, I ought to-” he closed his eyes, reaching blindly for her face. “I must-”

He was rambling, unable to stop himself, mouth running a mile a minute. He couldn’t even understand exactly what he was saying. The stress of the past several days coupled with a generous amount of alcohol – why did he even get that stupid rum! – had him spewing all sorts of nonsense.

She put her fingers over his mouth, finally stopping him from saying more.

“Star, I-”

He gripped her wrists, cutting her off with the sudden press of his hands. 

And he was lost.

He inhaled sharply, his entire body tensing as heat shot up his spine. With a deep groan, he bit Tav’s shoulder and shuddered, thrusting into her as he chased wave after wave of pure bliss.

Breathing hard, he lay there, feeling completely boneless and spent. And then he realised that he must be the only one.

Shit.

He did not just do that! He did not just cum about three minutes into sex with the woman he’d been trying so hard to impress for months and had adored for years.

“Shit,” he said, not sure what to do after such a cock-up. There was only one thing to do, really. He had to leave.

Panicking, his eyes darted to Tav’s face, then to the door, then her face again.

“I’m-”

Warm, soft lips silenced him. The kiss was warm and gentle; it was so very Tav.

“Tav, I- I’m sorry,” he managed when he pulled away.

“Sorry? Why?” Tav felt that she missed something important but wasn’t quite sure what.

“The sex was shit,” he said bluntly.

“I didn’t think so.”

The look of confusion on her face was both adorable and exasperating. Surely her past encounters weren’t so terrible that this disaster seemed great in comparison?

“But you didn’t even- well…”

He couldn’t bring himself to say it. He – the one who had a veritable cornucopia of lovers – couldn’t even do something as simple as properly pleasuring his partner. What an embarrassment.

“No, I didn’t. But that’s not all sex is about for me. I love being close to you. Us isn’t just about sex. Although, don’t get me wrong, this was fun. But being with you is about a million little things. Like getting cheap coffee. You talking to me about your work and how Shadowheart annoys you constantly. It’s about the excitement I feel every time I see you and how I keep thinking about how your day went when we aren’t together.”

Astarion had always been a skeptic, so he had to bite his tongue to avoid saying something snarky. But Tav wore her expressions boldly. And over the years he’d learned enough about her to know without any doubt that if Tav said something, she meant it.

“Well that all sounds rather dull,” he scoffed, hiding his pout and flushed cheeks in her hair.

“Perhaps.”

“So domestic and uninspired.”

“Mmm…” Tav ran a soothing hand down his back and up again to rest her fingers on his shoulder.

“I suppose I could get used to that.” Astarion turned his head to the side to put his lips to her neck, Tav giggling as his curls brushed against sensitive skin.

He stayed like that for a little while before pulling out of Tav, a soft moan from her making him feel a little better. He moved to spoon her, pulled Tav closer, clutching her closely and putting his leg over hers.

“I will fuck you into the bedsheets tomorrow,” he couldn’t suppress a yawn.

“Sounds like a date.” Tav grabbed the edge of the duvet, pulling it over them both.

“Is it really enough for tonight?”

Is it enough for you to stay?

“Yes. I fell in love with my best friend. I feel very lucky to have you.”

And apparently it was just that simple. Astarion wanted to say something back. He did try. But he felt weightless and happy, and coming up with words seemed rather challenging at that point. So, he decided to give himself a minute to think about it. Then another. And then another.

Astarion could not remember falling asleep. His sleeping was odd in itself. He couldn’t remember the last time he chose it over trancing. Yet, there he was. Being woken up by a playful ray of light that managed to find a gap in the curtains. He squinted and pulled the covers up higher so just the tip of his nose was poking out. It didn’t help.

He felt the bed dip as someone sat down next to him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like someone hired Karlach to ring bells in my head and she is taking the job too seriously.”

It was a terrible joke. It would have to do.

“I thought you’d feel like that. I brought you some water and a Scroll of Lesser Restoration.”

Shifting under the covers, Astarion noticed that he was wearing a pair of simple cotton briefs and was decidedly cleaner than he should have been after sex. Tav must have cleaned him as much as she could without waking him. The thought filled the elf with gentle warmth.

“How did you manage to get your hands on one of those, hm?” He cracked one eye open and shut it immediately with a hiss. Damn that cheerful sun.

“That’s for me to know, isn’t it? Come on. Up you get.”

The task felt truly Herculean, but Astarion managed to sit up – with an appropriate amount of complaining – drink the water and then read the writing on the scroll. With a glow, the magic settled over his skin, chasing away the horrid throbbing in his skull. It felt wonderful. But not as heavenly as the vision in front of him – Tav wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. Hair damp, one after another droplets of water making their way down her neck, down her cleavage and then disappearing under the towel.

He swallowed, his mouth feeling dry again.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he reached for her, moving her hair out of the way so he could have a better look at her soft skin. “I could get used to waking up to this.”

“And I could get used to having a handsome elf in my bed. Besides, didn’t you say something about fucking me into the bedsheets?”

“Indeed, I did! And I’m about to make good on that promise.” His voice was playful, but there was a glint in his eye — the glint of a predator that finally had his prey cornered.

Astarion grabbed Tav round the waist and fell back, bringing her on top of him. The towel fell open, Tav’s bare breasts and stomach pressing against him most enticingly.

"So, now that you have me where you want me, what are you going to do?" Tav asked playfully, running her hand down his chest with an appreciative sigh.

“Everything.”

“That sounds like it might take a while.”

“I’m overdue for some time off anyway. And what better way to spend it than this.” Astarion lowered his voice – as if to share a secret - and kissed her. Tav welcomed his kisses and wandering hands with gentleness, running her fingers through his curls to caress his ears.

“Gods,” he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“No, I mean- I love you. I’ve loved you for so long, it became second nature. I didn’t even think of it as love. I just thought of it as a feeling that I reserved only for you. But nothing that I could put into words. So, I want to say it again. I love you, Tav.”

And then he kissed her. And it was sweet, tender, and perfect. He brought one hand to the small of her back, the other snaking down to make its way between her legs. Breaking the kiss, Astarion rose slightly to murmur in her ear.

“Eyes on me, my sweet,” he said in a voice so velvety it sent heat straight to her core. “I want to see exactly how you look when you fall apart.”

“I always have my eyes on you.”

He started slow, a gentle brush of digits over a bundle of nerves, savouring it. He’d pull away - barely brushing over where she wanted his fingers most- only to press harder, then harder still. Tav shut her eyes and rocked against him with a groan.

Suddenly, she yelped, her eyes flying open when she felt a harsh slap and then a stinging sensation on her ass.

“Did you just spank me?”

“I did say ‘eyes on me’, dearest. Tsk” – he clicked his tongue and continued his ministrations, fingers moving faster. “Honestly… Can’t you follow simple instructions?”

“You’re impossible!”  Tav’s laugh turned into a wanton moan and she ground against him.

“And you’d be a liar to say that you don’t love it.”

Astarion smirked and watched the rise and fall of her hips as she brushed against his rapidly hardening cock. The shock of it was short-lived as Astarion retaliated by moving his fingers directly to her clit. Tav didn’t stand a chance, really. She shattered so beautifully. Astarion watched her with an intensity that sent yet another overwhelming wave through her. 

Content that she was most satisfied, Astarion moved to lay her down on the bed. Still feeling floaty, Tav watched as he hooked his fingers under his waistband and pulled his underwear down, freeing himself. His cock throbbed in his grasp, slick with precum. 

“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, touching himself as his hungry eyes took her in.

“Stole the words right out of my mouth,” she murmured, lifting her arms, beckoning him. “Come here, my love.”

He complied, sliding along her body, his lips finding hers. Astarion moaned into the kiss, his hands lifting Tav’s legs to lock over his hips.

He slid into her, and Tav began to move against him in a slow, tantalising rhythm that made his breath hitch.

“Astarion,” Tav moaned, then said it again so tenderly it made his heart ache.

He started moving, rolling his hips and finding a rhythm that had them both gasping and groaning in pleasure. The room was filled with lewd sounds of skin upon skin, of bodies moving and writhing together. He seared her skin with hot, messy kisses, sucking and biting her neck as she tilted her head to expose herself more to him. He felt her hands slip through his curls, tracing the delicate lines of his pointed ears.

“Oh, darling,” Astarion groaned, thrusting deeper, delighting when she gasped and arched against him. “Can you give me another one, my sweet?”

“Yes. Yes, I-” Tav nodded as she clung to him, feeling tension building up inside her again as his hands traced the contours of her body.

Astarion angled his hips to hit deeper, finding a spot that made her throw her head back against the pillow with a strangled moan. A few more well-placed thrusts, his fingers once again on her clit, and Tav felt her climax. More intense than the last, it overwhelmed her senses.

Preening, Astarion finally let go, allowing himself to get lost in her. Her breath hot against his skin, the feeling of her muscles spasming against him, the lewd noises she was making. He didn’t last long. Astarion bit her shoulder, burying himself deep inside her as his orgasm hit him hard.

They stayed still, the sounds of their unsteady pants filling the air.

“So…” Tav trailed off as Astarion rose a little on his elbows to look at her. “You are definitely a biter.”

“What?”

“You bit me again.” Tav smiled, trailing slightly trembling fingers over where his blunt teeth left marks on her skin. “Are you a vampire, by chance?”

“Oh, darling. If I were, you’d be the first to find out.” Astarion snorted, trailing his hand along her side just beneath her breast.

Tav squealed and tried to get away from him, but Astarion was having none of that.

“Ah! It’s not fair! You know I’m ticklish!”

“I do. And I intend to abuse that knowledge,” he nodded and continued his assault.

Somewhere across town, Shadowheart was getting worried. Astarion had acted erratically last night. It seemed that not being able to confess to Tav was taking a toll on him. And whilst they weren’t exactly friends, she felt that she, perhaps, was somewhat responsible for his odd behaviour. Maybe telling him to make a move hadn’t been a good idea. After all, if they hadn’t told each other how they felt after years of knowing each other, perhaps it wasn’t meant to be.

Either way, despite having no obligation to nanny the elf, Shadowheart decided that she would give him a call and ask him why he was an hour late. In her experience, Astarion was impossible, careless, and highly annoying - but never late.

He didn’t pick up at first. And when he did, he sounded rather… preoccupied.

“Yes?”

“Well, good morning to you too. Are you planning on swinging by the office today? You know, since they still didn’t fire you and all?”

“Actually, I’m taking a week off.”

“Oh?”

Now that was new. She couldn’t remember the last time he took a holiday or even a sick day. Hungover or not, on his deathbed or not, he still dragged his sorry carcass to the office in whatever state he was in.

“Yes, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t call me unless the office is on fire.”

Shadowheart heard a giggle. A familiar giggle.

“Fine. Whatever. Perhaps we will actually get some proper work done without you getting in the way. Tell Tav I said hi.” Shadowheart smirked when she heard her friend give a muffled squeal.

“I won’t.”

Astarion hung up and tossed his phone onto the pile of his likely ruined clothes.

“So…” Astarion trailed off and brushed Tav’s hair out of her face. “Where were we?”

Because he meant what he had said earlier. Now that he had Tav exactly where he wanted her, he would do every single thing that he had imagined doing to her over the years.

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[djarins-cyare]

I thought it would be harder to pick and then I saw "Be-All And Endor pegging bonus scene" and anyway here I am. 😍

Ahaha, I hoped someone would ask about this one from my WIP folder! 🧡💚

This is set several months after the main story ends. My plan was – and still is (eventually) – to write some random scenes from Din and Reader’s future in lieu of a sequel.

Several readers commented they would’ve liked to have read the scene in the final chapter where Reader tells Din to go shower and meet her in their cabin to cross off another item on their “things that’ll happen eventually” list, which suggests some type of ass play for Din, based on an earlier comment in chapter 37 where he indicates he’d be interested in trying it.

As usual, the smut slowed me down when I started drafting it. Honestly, I don’t think I know enough about pegging to adequately describe it, so I put it on the back burner until I could do sufficient research.

That said, when I got your ask, I went back and checked how much I had already written, and I realised I actually have a decent-length scene leading up to the smut… it just fades to black (again) when they’re about to start.

So, Kate, since it’s you and you definitely deserve a reward for all your cheerleading of Be-All (for which I’m forever grateful), I’ve decided to give you not just a snippet but the whole of the 1k+ word scene that I’ve got so far. I’m not posting it on AO3 yet – I’ll do that later once I’ve written the second half of it and converted the AO3 version into a series – so for now, please enjoy this Tumblr exclusive bonus content!

⚠️ Please note the following contains heavy spoilers for anyone who hasn’t read the original story!

Be-All And Endor Bonus Chapter (excerpt): The Solace

Rating: Mature (18+) Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader Word count: 1,150 Tags/warnings: References to sex, anal play, pegging (nothing explicit); brief reference to a past attempted SA; the dildo is referred to as a cock; some swearing and explicit language; one (1) Mando’a insult

You find the toy tucked away in the back of your drawer, hidden from prying eyes for weeks. Even though Din knows you acquired it before leaving Glavis, you’d insisted on keeping it a surprise until you could finally try it out.

But things had got in the way.

His painful Darksaber injury, worse than Nantoogen’s concussive blaster bolt on Endor. His discovery of that mythosaur marker in Kolzoc Alley, faded and ominous. His bitter disappointment at reaching the lowest level of the substrata and finding it empty. The thrill of uncovering hastily painted coordinates that revealed his tribe’s new location.

Just like that, your fun and games were on hold.

In the weeks since, everything that’s happened has overwhelmed you both – physically and emotionally – for better and for worse. The covert, the recognition of your union, your shiny new helmet… Din’s exile.

The Armorer’s final words and your defiant retort still ring tragically in your ears almost a day later, as if your helmet has trapped them there:

“You have not yet sworn the Creed; therefore, you are not an apostate. You may stay.”

“But I have sworn riduurok to Din Djarin and the gai bal manda to Grogu; therefore, I am a wife and mother. I am loyal to my clan and could never abandon them for a tribe that exiles one of its own despite his wish to atone. You taught me that loyalty and solidarity are the Way, and I will honour that. So, I thank you for your offer, but nariti lo’shebs’ul.”

You can still feel the sting of tears on your cheeks, still see Din’s dejected body stiffen as you told his alor to shove her offer up her ass. Amid the grief, you sensed a spike of shock – even pride – flicker within him for a fleeting moment.

Now back in hyperspace’s safe and superluminal embrace, you both need the relief of the release you’re about to partake in. But he needs it more.

He still hasn’t really talked. Not properly – not like you know he can. He’s been barely responsive, stiff, twitchy, and every subtle quiver speaks of his deep turmoil. Apostate. It’s an awful label. His inner storm has been yours to share through your connection, but you’ve resisted. You saw his need for solitude on Anantapar, so you’d granted him several hours alone in the cockpit – helmet on.

After several failed check-ins for food and comfort, it was to this suggestion alone that Din had responded. Once you’d assured him that Grogu was asleep in his cubicle, he’d immediately risen from his chair, awaiting instructions. You’d told him to shower and to meet you in the cabin without his helmet, where you’d unveil your purchase from Glavis.

Now, with a determined breath, you face the final hurdle: figuring out how to attach the damn thing.

You’d liked the look of the ‘strapless’ versions, but the vendor had advised that a strap would be best. More stability and a better experience for your husband, she’d insisted. Fewer distractions for you while it’s his turn, she’d winked. Fair point. You’re not sure you could concentrate solely on his pleasure with something nestled inside your pussy, rubbing your G-spot to distraction.

It takes a few minutes of fiddling, but you successfully secure the harness. It’s actually more comfortable than it looks.

You turn back to the drawer and run your fingers along the dildo’s length, marvelling at the silky texture. It cost a kriffing fortune, so it’d better be worth the credits. A snort escapes you at the thought that Nantoogen’s bounty reward paid for this. It’s almost poetic that the man who tried to sexually assault you has now purchased you your very own cock.

Once it’s nestled securely within the harness, you spend several minutes pacing around the cabin, watching it bob along in front of you. Kriff, you’re oscillating between nervous, curious, and aroused. It makes you feel… powerful.

You and Din have an established sexual dynamic, though, and he’s always in control, even when he’s seemingly not. He has also previously rejected the idea of using toys in the bedroom, fully confident that (for you, at least) he can do better with his own dick. But as much as he’s enjoyed taking your fingers in his ass on occasion, he’d eventually agreed that something more substantial would guarantee him a more gratifying time.

Given his general dislike of sex aids, you’d asked the vendor for a realistic dildo to match your skin tone, especially since you know he’s been attracted to men in the past. Hopefully, this will help him feel less like he’s having something plastic shoved up him and more like he’s enjoying someone’s body.

With the trusty Tatooine lube at the ready on the nightstand, you strip off everything but your bra and your new appendage, then perch on the edge of the bed and wait.

You’re so accustomed to every rattle on the Crest by now that even his bare feet can’t hide his ascent up the ladder, and your pulse quickens in readiness. You stand, wanting to present him with the full spectacle upon entry to the cabin.

Din steps through the door as it slides open, but he stops dead the second he catches sight of you. His uncovered gaze plummets straight down to your cock, eyes widening in surprise, brows rising in tandem with a sharp inhale.

He swallows, staring… staring…

You gulp, hoping… hoping…

And then you see it – the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. It’s nothing compared to the wide grin you’re used to seeing on your husband’s face, but you reach out with your mind, trying to decipher that almost-smile. There’s still a heavy soup of grief, but there’s more now, too. Intrigue, anticipation… a hint of excitement. Sexual excitement.

“Do you like it?” you venture, gently steering him toward those positive feelings.

He swallows again and nods, still staring. “It looks… real.” Taking a careful step forward, he comes within touching distance yet still only uses his eyes. “I like how real it looks.”

A rush of relief pulses through you. Those credits were well spent.

With a grin, you comment, “Well, it doesn’t have balls, but I don’t need those to fuck you. My metaphorical ones are big enough.”

Din’s eyes finally rise to meet yours as he steps even closer, the smirk on his lips now more obvious, and you catch another spike of his pride over how you handled your exit from the covert. “I fucking love you,” he declares, pressing a hard, grateful kiss to your lips before pulling back abruptly. “Where do you want me?”

“On your knees, on the bed,” you command, knowing full well that this is an illusion of power he’s giving you. “I wanna see that tight little ass in the air.”

His smirk grows. “Yes, Sir.”

Mando’a translations, in case they aren’t obvious:

riduurok [REE-doo-rok] – marriage agreement

gai bal manda [guy bal MAN-dah] – adoption ceremony (lit. “name and soul”)

nariti lo’shebs’ul [nah-REE-tee loh-SHEBS-ool] – shove it up your ass

Notes:

“Trusty Tatooine lube” is a reference to the scene in the final chapter that I mentioned above – Reader picked some up before they left, which is why she suggested that particular activity as soon as they’d left the planet.

In case anyone’s forgotten, Din tells Reader in chapter 30 (after their shower sex) that whatever sex aids she used before he came along have no place in their relationship, indicating his general dislike of sex toys. I don’t think he’s a prude, but this version of Din has a preconceived notion that he needs to be the best lover he can be without any ‘cheating’. Reader could easily talk him into using toys on her, of course, simply by educating him a little better – just as she’s done regarding other things he’s been somewhat naive about. But here, she decides to respect his prior avoidance and give him an experience that feels as ‘real’ as possible. Perhaps this will help him realise that toys might be fun for her, too!

Reader also refers to having “seen his need for solitude on Anantapar”, which, as a reminder, refers to when he had a teensy bit of an emotional breakdown at the tail end of their honeymoon in chapter 38.

I adapted the lovely insulting Mando’a phrase from a previously existing phrase in Karen Travis’s novel ‘Order 66’ – Kovid lo’shebs’ul narit – which is supposed to mean ‘shove your head up your ass’, but the grammar is a little off. So I put the verb in the correct place and properly conjugated it, then removed the word for ‘head’ (it doesn’t need an object as she’s just said the word “offer”, so it’s clear what she’s talking about).

Holy crap, I’m scared now I’ve put this up. This is the first new Be-All content since July 2023! 😭 Fun timing, though, because I have another two Be-All bonus posts coming out in the next few days as the fic is about to hit a milestone, so stay tuned!

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[goodomensafterdark]

Writers Guild Presents - Pride Exchange Gift for u/ProfessionalCover920, All's Fair in Love and Photography

Written by ACatFromCanada on our subreddit!

CW: memory manipulation, gaslighting/relationship manipulation due to memory issues (not between A&C), minor violence, eventual smut, E rating.

What happens when your demonic blackmail plot doesn't work out? You try harder. What happens when that goes awry? You adapt. Better learn fast if you want to make a match before time runs out.

Excerpt:

“So your opinion,” Furfur said later, after Shax had pulled up a chair and listened to his story, starting from fifty years ago,“is that just…fraternising like this isn’t going to matter to anyone. It’s too easy to write off as temptation, or keeping an eye on the enemy. What we need is to catch them both with something more incriminating. Something that would truly mean that Crowley’s compromised, and not to be trusted as an agent of Hell.”

Shax nodded. “Yes. Stronger proof of betrayal than consorting with the angel. He’s a slippery one. Can talk his way out of nearly anything. So what,” she leaned forward, “do you think you can do?”

Furfur spread his hands on the desk, thinking. Shax watched him with an only mildly condescending expression.

He looked up to meet her gaze, narrowing his eyes.

“I’ve thought of something. But I’ll need some help. Resources.”

Shax flicked her fingers in an ‘go on then’ gesture.

He went on.

Shax’s grin this time reached all the way up, and it was contagious.

“Why, Furfur,” she purred, her voice sweet as forbidden fruit, “I never would have thought you had it in you. How perfectly devious.”

Read the first chapter here! More coming soon.

Much gratitude to u/pepper_bird for beta reading.

[triptychgrip]

New chapter of Put It In Reverse For Thirst: my story about married Viktuuri writing a role-reversal fanfic

I've always loved the headcanon that established Viktuuri would enjoy writing sappy fanfiction together, and especially love Yuri!!! On Ice role-reversal fanfics, so decided to combine these two ideas! The result is my 4 chapter meta fic called Put It In Reverse For Thirst, which you can read here.

This story centers around Yuuri and Viktor -- who at this point, have been married for just over one year -- reading/role-playing their friends-to-lovers fic about 23-year-old skater Viktor revealing his feelings for his coach: "Living Legend" Katsuki Yuuri.

The chapter I just uploaded was my favorite to write, as it involved the highly sappy in-fic love confession, which, unsurprisingly, makes "real life" Viktuuri emotional when reading it. I'm including an excerpt of the latest chapter below, and hope you'll check it out and/or subscribe so you're updated when it's complete! Note: the final chapter will be pure smut, so make sure to read the tags. Also, the portion in brackets below is from their fic, while everything below is their "real life" exchange

(Content warning: implied sexual content)

---- [Drawing from the well of quiet courage that had grown deeper and deeper since their conversation in Turin, Viktor channeled the hope that had sparked to life in his chest when Yuuri had held him and told him with such sincerity that he wished he’d never retire.

“Since the Grand Prix Final, especially, there've been so many times where I’ve wondered if the d-depth of what you feel for me is in any way comparable to what I feel for you,” he managed to get out, every word imbued with rawness and aching intensity. “Because for the first time in my life, it feels like I’ve found someone that I want to h-hold onto, and even though I don’t really know what to call that feeling, there’s only one word that seems to make sense.”

And damn his tear ducts, because his eyes were beginning to stream]

“Awww, lyubimiy,” Viktor mumbled in interruption, as the wet sensation on his forehead alerted him to the tears that had begun to drip down from above. “I know just how you feel.”

He craned his head upwards to kiss along Yuuri’s ticklish jawline, his stomach swooping with joy at the sound of the resulting laughter.

“Let’s take a vote: by the time we’re done roleplaying, do you think the liquid volume of the tears we’ve cried will be more or less than our fic selves?” Yuuri asked him, pushing his glasses up to wipe at his eyes.

“Hmmm….”

A spark of impishness flickered to life in Viktor’s mind. He waited until his spouse resituated his glasses before affecting a decidedly contemplative look and tapping at his lips.

“Does the type of crying matter?” he questioned in reply, matching the answering head tilt with one of his own.

“I ask, because on several occasions, you’ve been known to fuck me so good that I cry,” he went on, keeping his face neutral even as Yuuri burst into giggles.

“Vitya!”

Viktor smirked and leaned over, reaching for his lip cream.

“Am I wrong, though?” he leeringly asked, while unscrewing the lid.

“In fact, I believe it was just last week that you pinned me to the kitchen countertop and made me come, untouched.”

He preened internally at the smile now affixed to Yuuri’s face. No matter how long they’d been together, he always found the sight of his husband like this – radiating joy – to be immensely beautiful.

“No, you’re not wrong,” Yuuri giddily responded, before closing the gap to kiss him.

Viktor reciprocated with a happy hum, and they enjoyed the tranquil closeness for a few minutes.

“Hmmm…as much as I love making you cry that way, I’ll have to remind you, baby: our fic-selves are in the middle of a competition, hence our rationale for not having them go ‘all the way’ so to speak,” Yuuri noted after breaking away.

A mischievous glint entered his eyes.

“At least not in this particular story. There’s certainly nothing stopping us from writing an entire smut series around their debauched future adventures,” he went on, with a fair amount of heat in his voice.

Viktor grinned, recalling their debate around the merits of realism versus indulgence.

“True, though I should remind you that we’re under no obligation to stick purely to what’s on the page,” he sultrily whispered, before angling his head and latching his mouth onto his love’s neck.

[kamiversee]

omg i wanna give you a smooch ty for taking the time to breakdown my 4 am ramble 😘 it’s so ironic you mentioned that this is how you are with the MCU because i was the anon that said these last few chapters are my Avengers Endgame 🥲 but holy shit you were right, this is more like my Infinity War because the feeling of the cliffhanger and devestation is the same. I LUV U KAMI it’s 6 am rn and i realize i left a lot of my notes out of that “mini” TFL analysis so once i’m fully awake i might go sniffin’ for more hints 🤍 i’m sure someone else has found the Sukuna detail by now with your hints so i’m excited to apply those two hints into refining more theories!!

the fan theories are so much fun to read, but way more fun to find evidence for. i have a few excerpts from diff chapters to support theories like Choso being involved with the list generation, Sukuna and Gojo “working” together, etc. even if i’m not fully onboard with some of them. i feel like you can relate to enjoying the process of going back and gathering details, so you totally know where i’m coming from with all of this lmao

i’m so excited for your blue lock fic to be uploaded!! shidou and sae are too fine for their own good i need these men so fucking BAAAAD!!! considering that i only found you once you posted on Tumblr, it would be really cool to see how your writing progressed to the point that it’s at in TFL 🤍

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That…That was a MINI analysis? HELLO?😭

Anywho, yes, to me, TFL is my Infinity War & the next fic is Endgame. I think the cliffhanger was inspired by my love for marvel too & l the things in it that connect & how they branch out…

Yeah yk how one marvel movie or show will reference another? Just wait til’ I get more fics on here & trust me I’ll be cross-referencing shit like crazy😭

Anywho, the Sukuna detail was how he texted the reader first despite him giving her his number— they never exchanged numbers, he just gave her his so, how did he text first? ><

The other detail issss, actually I think someone else found it so I’ll respond to tht ask & confirm in a bit💀

Anywho, I love how you can find something to support all sorts of theories bc it really gives me a chance to see how creative I could be going forth 😉

LASTLY, my Sae & Shidou fic was my first masterpiece imo, the angst, the fluff, the smut (I’ll probably rewrite some bits), EVERYTHING. It’s a great story & was one of my favs before I made TFL my focus ^.^

[sofoulandfairaday]

Forgive me if you've already said this, but where can I read your fics? Your opinions are always very interesting and I am intrigued to see them developed into a story.

Ya can’t lmao

No, see, I mostly write for myself because I enjoy it and therefore it’s shameless self-indulgent content. I cry when writing sad scenes, I giggle at the crack-y ones, I get flustered with the smut, I spend hours researching the little details like book titles and whether jasmine grows in Venice or not and what the magical hierarchy of cities is and how dark magic can also heal and not just destroy and how not to make the characters overpowered because that is such a pet peeve of mine. It’s very VERY specific to my taste and I overthink every single word I write (yes, the curtains are yellow for a reason). I do have a very long 50+ chapter WIP which will maybe be published when finished. Since every fucking chapter is about 8K words long it will never be finished and no one will ever bother reading it ihihihihi.

(Just publish the first chapters!, you say. I wish I could write linearly, I reply)

Also, there is another HUGE problem. Most of my stuff is written in Italian. The very few excerpts on here are translated. Do you know how hard it is to try and convey the precise feelings you had when writing something, the word plays and the very specific descriptions in another language? It’s a whole job, and a boring one most of the time, which means that my Anna Karenina length fucking fan fiction (not even close to finished) has to be translated by me in my nonexistent down time. Also, I used to be one of those people who bitched about GRRM, but MAN my story has maybe spiralled into 100 different directions and I have no idea which version of the characters I want to stick to, what order I want to give certain events, and if they are IC or not anymore. Can you tell that I’m a perfectionist and I make even fun things unfunny?

Which is also why I’m so behind with the fics I want to read and review both in eng and ita. I DO see the new stuff published and I have NO time to look at it let alone tell the author what I think.

(Also I erase half of what I write because cringe and I have a self-insert OC - double cringe - that was meant to be a fun minor wink wink character in two (2) chs that has become important so now it CAN’T be a self-insert and i have to make psychologically complex except now she’s too bitchy and then she’s not bitchy enough to the point she is nothing like me now which kind of invalidates the point entirely. Also, I hate everybody else’s OCs so why should my writing have one when I could concentrate on other characters?? Except I can’t give her role to anyone else unless I rewrite half of the whole thing so I am stuck and-)

When Olivia Rodrigo said and I hate every song I write and I’m not cool and I’m not smart (and I can’t even parallel park) that’s me :))))

I am so sorry anon by the way this wasn’t meant to be a rant you’ve just opened Pandora’s box and now I’m afraid I come off as a little unhinged. I am honestly flattered that you would send this, bless you. You’re my favourite ❤️

WITH THAT BEING SAID, there is something of mine on the internet (most of it SUCKS). Unless you know Italian you won’t be able to read it though. My account on a very popular Italian fanfic site still has my old little Bellamort song fics from when I was 13 (I can’t even bring myself to cancel them because cancelling them would mean opening them and opening them means I combust from the cringe). My views of the characters have also changed and I stand by NOTHING lmao. There is also some new stuff which is all smut (some I’m proud of and some I’ll delete as soon as I get over myself and just open the damn site) and maybe one (1) one-shot that I’m actually proud of.

And in English? The only thing that has ever been translated in English as of now is 8K+ words of filthy (and I mean filthy) PW very little P smut which I will not link on an account that actual people from my actual offline life might find (it’s hard enough to explain what’s on here) . However if you know me it’s not impossible to track down (or you can just dm me). There is no deeper meaning or philosophical themes or anything like that tho; if you’re attracted to my thoughtful metas where I quote and dissect the book passages or my quirky headcanons where I tease the characters, this is not that. This is just them fucking.

Sorry ❤️

[ktheist]

[4:26AM]

jungkook doesn’t pretend to be clueless. he’s never seen the men she went out with personally but as long as she doesn’t bring them home, he’s fine.

or so he tells himself to be.

“who’s the dude’s name again?” it doesn’t really matter - the names, he means.

“hm? you wanna know? not that it matters but it’s jonghyun.” the curious glance she throws him pulls on his heartstrings.

how could someone with stars in her eyes let these lowly, unappreciative men gaze into them? they don’t deserve it.

well, jungkook didn’t think he was any more deserving but he’d at least know how lucky he would be if she’d just look his way.

this jong-what’s-his-face won’t.

but then again, she’ll only remember his name and what emotional - or lack of - baggage he comes with.

she won’t know his favorite color like she knows jungkook’s. she won’t memorize his favorite coffee order like she does with jungkook’s. and at the end of the day - no matter how late it is - she’ll only come back to jungkook.

“have fun then,” jungkook bids just as she finishes the last touch to her make up- those glossed lips that seem to sparkle as it catches light.

her smile has always been the prettiest he’s ever seen, “thanks, kookie.”

[onlythebravest]

Writing Self-Evaluation 2022

I was tagged by @larrysballetslippers to answer some question about my writing in 2022. It’s very very long, so I did as Aaliyah did and put the long answers below the cut and the short ones above!

1. Number of stories posted to AO3 this year: 14 (+1 hopefully)

2. Word count posted for the year: 93 900

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction

4. Pairings: Harry/Louis (and a minor side Liam/Zayn in one fic)

5. Story with the most… (it’s all the same work)

Kudos: never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same

Bookmarks: never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same

Comments: never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same

more under the cut

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): 

I’ve answered this before during an ask game, you can see my answers here & here, but I’ll leave an answer here too.

I have two fics that I’m the most proud of; never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same and can you build me a nest?

I had a lot of fun writing both these fics. when I wrote never been a fan, I took all my favorite things (touch starvation, omega drop, scenting and nesting) about the omegaverse and put them into this fic. I can’t really say why I’m proud of it, I just am.

can you build me a nest? is my first published smut, and that’s why I’m so proud of it. it’s a proof of how much my confidence has grown, that I feel comfortable enough to publish smut. and that’s why I’m proud of that one.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

probably party behaviour. I really like the idea behind it, and when I wrote just the dialogue I liked it. but when I added body language and descriptions, it just wasn’t working the same way anymore. I probably wouldn’t even have posted it if it weren’t for the fact that I had teased about to to A and she was excited about it 😂

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

I’ve gotten some really nice comments by authors that I look up to and whose works I love. those meant so much to me. and boosted my confidence in my writing a lot 😂

but also comments that pick up on small details in the fic also makes me so happy. I got a comment on never been a fan where someone had picked up on how Louis slowly progressed to calling Harry his omega subconsciously. and I got so happy that someone picked up on that!

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

summer! if we’re talking mentally. physically, it was in May, because I had some problems with my shoulder/arm, so I couldn’t be on my computer or I would be in so much pain. I was barely able to finish dream about a summer night in time because of that injury, and the stress that gave me, gave me a writer’s block and to some degree is still here.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

there are a lot that surprised me this year. my characters have a tendency of writing themselves and do things I don’t really want them to. like in can you build me a nest?, i had to delete and rewrite the nest scene multiple times because those two kept undressing themselves to have sex and I didn’t want to write more smut. but the biggest surprise was probably the entire why can’t we forgive and forget?. I never would’ve thought that I’d write vampires, for starters. and then that they were arguing, where it took place, the “plot”. everything about that surprised me.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

I have too many!! and it’s impossible to choose, so I’ll add two that I’m proud of. but I have two more that I wanted to add too, a part of chapter 11 in snapshots of moments, and a part of can you build me a nest? 

this is from snapshots of moments (chapter 2: tiny is a state of mind)

At that, Louis locked his phone and put it aside, then turned to Harry and said, “Even if there were no videos like this, it wouldn’t matter. H, you’d still be my baby. I’d still carry you around. You know why?” He didn’t give Harry a chance to reply before he continued, “Because your legs are only this long so you’re able to wrap them around me. Don’t you know that?”

from never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same

Louis had never met someone who loved being manhandled the way Harry did, and he loved doing it for him. Depending on his mindset, Harry would sometimes complain about being too heavy or too tall for that, something that Louis proved wrong time after time. He thought it came from the fact that Harry outgrew his family and friends, almost getting taller overnight, so people just stopped. Harry had confided in Louis previously that there were plenty of people who stopped seeing him as an omega as soon as he hit his growth spurt, forgetting his needs just because he was taller than the average omega.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year?

confidence! I’ve gotten more confident in my writing, which in turn has made me more comfortable with going outside my comfort zones. 

13. How do you hope to grow next year?

I hope to get even more confident in my writing and push my boundaries even further. I am so proud over can you build me a nest?, the first piece of smut I published. and I was so proud of myself for feeling confident enough to do that, even though I was so nervous and scared. so I hope to be able to hit more mile stones like that next year!

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc)?

I’ve had multiple influences this year. I’ve gotten comments, both on fics and on snippets that I’ve posted, that have helped me a lot this year. those are too many to mention, but I have three amazing people who have helped me that deserves to be mentioned. 

@larrysballetslippers - an amazing cheerleader. she’s been so supportive and boosted my confidence whenever I needed it.

@paranormalbabydoll / @bottomhaztoplou - gave me so many nice, uplifting comments when they beta’d both never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same and snapshots of moments. super supportive when I bombarded them with questions and gave them huge jobs with my fics. and also, very much a cheerleader!

@hershelsue - gave me some great writing tips when they beta’d dream about a summer night, and they pointed out things I hadn’t realised about my own writing, that I now try and think about. such as not using the same words or phrasing over and over. 

15. Did anything from your real life show up in your writing this year?

it always happens 😂 there is so much of my real life in my writing. I have a WIP (that I’m not sure if I will finish) with autistic Harry who’s obsessed with learning stuff about plane crashes. this was me in august, september and october 😂 but also smaller stuff - Harry is scared of thunderstorms in dream about a summer night, that’s a piece of me that I gave him. 

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers?

Every writer works differently, but these are some things that I’ve learnt this year. 

Don’t force it when it’s not working. if it’s not working right now, don’t force it. I ended up hating/not liking the stuff I wrote while forcing myself to write on something I didn’t want to write it. either work on something else for a change, or just take a creak. 

sometimes it’s easier to write on unconventional ways. sometimes the notes app on your phone is less intimidating that a doc. sometimes it’s easier to write on your phone than on your computer. maybe it’s easier to write dialogue, then write only the dialogue. 

I often start my fics with dialogue, and it looks something like this;

H: love planes. Don’t know much about em but still love ‘em L: lucky for you, I happen to know quite a bit H: oh? L: I’m a pilot H: a pilot? L: yup

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year?

I have a few WIPs that I’m working on that I’m looking forward to finishing. but I’m the most excited about my omega gender confusion au. that’s my baby. you can read more about it and find some snippets of it here. but yeah, I’m so excited about this fic and I hope I can do it justice! and finish it during 2023! hopefully the first half, but we’ll see. 

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

I’m sorry if you’ve already done this! I haven’t really kept up with my dash these last few days, but I tried to do a quick look! If you’ve already done this - just ignore it. and if you don’t want to do it - just ignore it.

@stylesthebrave, @neondiamond, @parmahamlarrie, @sun-lt, @kenniewen, @wabadabadaba, @alwaysxlarrie, @finelinegynandromorph, @hellolovers13, @brightgolden & @allwaswell16. and if you want to do this but aren’t tagged - just say I tagged you 😊

[quelsentiment]

✨ 2022 Writing Year In Review ✨

Thanks so much to @haztobegood for tagging me :))

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 12

2. Word count posted for the year: 107,847

3. Fandoms I wrote for:  One Direction, Shaw Mendes, Video Blogging RPF (Dream and co.)

4. Pairings: OT5, Niall/Zayn, Niall/Harry, Niall/Louis, Niall/Liam, Niall/Shawn (so many Niall pairings wtf), Zayn/Liam, Zayn/Louis, Zayn/Harry, Liam/Louis, Dream/Georgenotfound

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: In the midst of a storm

Bookmarks: In the midst of a storm

Comments: In the midst of a storm

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):

I feel like I have to answer In the midst of a storm. Writing this fic was extremely frustrating at times because I had this amazing picture of it in my head but I felt like I could never do it justice due to lack of time, energy, and stability. I pushed myself through it and managed to finish it, though, and honestly some comments I got on it made me look at it in a much more positive light! Hopefully I’ll be able to read it back one day without cringing too much lol

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

Probably As long as you’re not afraid to feel. Not that I think it’s bad or anything, but I feel like you can tell by reading it that I wasn’t really into it. It’s one of these fics whose idea I came up with early on, but only started working on it months afterwards due to other commitments, and by then I’d kind of lost my initial interest in it :/ I do think it’s a pretty fun one, but it could have been much better if I’d worked on it as soon as I started brainstorming it

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

As I said, some of the reviews on In the midst of a storm really warmed my heart and kinda made me change my opinion on it! Shoutout to @lululawrence‘s lovely comments especially 😊

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

Ugh, the entire year until September, basically. 2022 has been a very stessful year for me, and despite wanting to make writing a priority, it definitely felt like I’d lost my mojo at times. I only started to pull myself out of it once I 1. moved back to Canada and 2. got into the Dream fandom - I probably just needed a change after 3 years of focusing exclusively on 1d, I guess

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: 

I wrote a few smut-adjacent scenes for It the midst of a storm that did surprise me, or at least were a new experience for me lol

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

From Running From The Sun

 “I don’t. I don’t want you,” Niall protests, but it sounds half-hearted at best. Louis almost has her in a chokehold now, and it’s time for her to land the final blow.

 “Yes, you do. You think I haven’t seen the way you were looking at me earlier, while you were dancing with that guy? You think I can’t hear your heart beat faster whenever I get a little too close?” She punctuates her words by taking the last step that separates her and Niall, and now she’s got the slayer right in front of her again. Right where she wants her. “Hell, you think I don’t notice the blood rushing to your cheeks right now?” she adds in a mere whisper. “You think-”

 “Shut up,” Niall hisses out. Louis can see her swallow, and she knows she’s got her now.

 “Make me,” she dares her.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: 

It’s probably gonna sound dramatic but, for the major part of the year, I’ve felt like I was regressing as a writer. I’d constantly be second-guessing everything I wrote down, including stuff that I never had a problem with before (like dialogues). It’s been pretty exhausting, but in the end I guess it did make me grow, in that it made me more aware of my strengths and weaknesses.

A more practical answer would be that I wrote for new pairings and fandoms, and as mentioned before I even wrote some more explicit scenes, which is something I never thought I’d be able to do, much less to share 😳

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

Continue posting for the Dream fandom. I’m currently working on a longer fic for it that I’m really excited about!

Otherwise I’d like to get back into writing everyday, and like Jinny said, try to edit less while writing even though that habit is so ingrained in me that it might prove to be difficult.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): 

Oh god... My introvert tendencies came back in full force this year, and I ended up taking a big step away from the 1d writing community, unfortunately. Maybe that’s something that I’ll try to change next year too, because I do miss these interactions!

I do want to thank @zou-i-am, though - we had a great time running the Lilo Fest together! Thanks so much to @uhoh-but-yeah-alright too for betaing my Zarry fic :) And of course, much love to Sof if they see this <3

Finally, maaaaany thanks to @allwaswell16 for all the work she puts in to post fic recs and leave thoughtful comments! You’re a legend :))

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Weirdly enough, I wanna say it’s the opposite. In both New York Kiss and In the midst of a storm, Zayn works a retail job, and that’s something I ended up doing for the first time over the summer. Life imitating art and all that 😌

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Who am I to impart wisdom? lol I guess just... don’t give up. If you’re feeling like you’re losing your inspiration, give yourself some time and/or try something else (like a new pairing or something). Follow whatever excites you in a given moment, even if it means putting other projects on hold.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

I’m excited to keep writing my current Dreamnotfound fic. Also looking forward to running the Zouis Fest again, and to starting writing my fic for it (even though I have no clue what it’ll be yet)

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

I’m sure a lot of people have done this already 😬 Maybe @zou-i-am @feeisamarshmallow @zanniscaramouche @uhoh-but-yeah-alright ?

[justapurrcat]

(By Your Side) I’ll Die as a King │t.s.h.

Poems in Your Eyes

Pairing: prince!Tom Holland x fem!reader

Excerpt: "Looking at him in the eyes was like entering a library. He wasn't particularly fond of writing, but every lash was a sonnet, every fleck a letter, every shade a song, every sparkle a poem, and all of them where for you. He would pour an ocean of words into your soul with just one single silent look."

Word count: 4.6k

Chapter Warnings: English not being my first language, possible typos (I proofread this, but pls let me know if I missed something), smut (minors dni, please), fluff

A/n: Writing while being an emotional mess is… complicated, so I apologize if this is bad… but yeah, prince!Tom is here, y’all! I hope you like this and I’d be happy to know what you think <3

(By Your Side) I’ll Die as a King Masterlist

Tom Holland Masterlist

General Masterlist

Next chapter

You stretched lightly, waking up to gentle fingers drawing imaginary doodles on your bare skin. Smirking against the pillow, you idly rolled on your back, making sure to keep your chest covered and turning your head to your left.

Tom was laying on his side right next to you, his arm now looped around your waist to keep you close, a sleepy smile on his face, the first warm rays of sunshine kissing the messy curls, creating the illusion of a golden halo around his head.

“Good morning, darling”, he hummed.

“Good morning to you, love”, you replied with a smile, reaching out to brush your fingers on his cheek. “How can you be this beautiful when you just woke up?”, you wondered, absolutely mesmerized by the young man who was holding you in his arms.

He chuckled, tightening his embrace, pulling you closer. “I should be asking you that”, he said, causing you to playfully roll your eyes at him. But then his smile turned into a pout. “Though I really don’t appreciate this…”, he gestured at the sheet covering your body.

“You don’t?”, you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“No”, Tom shook his head firmly, the pout never leaving his face. He looked like a petulant child and it was hard for you not to follow the instinct to pinch his cheeks the way you used to do back when you were kids.

“I want it off”, he commanded, with the same tone he would use whenever he was required to speak in his father’s place. A tone that didn’t leave space for any discussion.

But in here, with a locked door separating you from the rest of the World, it was a whole different story.

Completely dismissing his request, you covered your body even more and turned on your side. “Believe it or not, but some of us actually do have some modesty”, you grinned.

“That dreadful word again…”, he huffed, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“Modesty?”

Tom let go of you as if you just burned him, and laid on his back, arm thrown over his eyes. “Stop saying that!”, he whined dramatically.

You bit you lip to suppress a giggle, then craned your neck to get closer to his face. “… modesty”, you whispered in his ear.

He shivered. “Stop it.”

Not even bothering to hide your gloating smile – he was covering his eyes, after all –, you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. “Modesty.”

“y/n.”

You ignored the warning in his voice, poking his shoulder. “Modest–”

It all happened so quickly and unexpectedly that you barely had time to realize what was going on. You were thrown on your back, with Tom wasting no time getting on top of you, pinning your hands above your head and using his body to keep you from moving.

“That’s a big world for the girl who almost tore her lip not to scream my name last night”, he hissed, his face so close to yours that you could feel his breath tickling your cheeks.

At those words, your body froze and any possible reply died in your throat. Doing something, saying anything, was simply impossible. Not because of his grip on you, but because of his eyes. Despite the sheets wrapped around your bodies, you felt naked and exposed. The way it always happened every time he would look at you like that.

“Don’t you remember, love?”, he cooed mockingly, now only using one of his hands to hold your wrists. “I had to keep kissing this pretty mouth because I was afraid you would draw blood.” His thumb traced the outline of your lips, paying special attention to your lower one. “Not that I minded, of course, you know how much I love kissing you”, he added, as if he wanted to reassure you. “Every part of you, actually…”

Your mouth ran dry, the vivid memories filling your mind, burning under your skin and throbbing between your legs, as those darkened eyes threatened to swallow your soul.

“Nothing to reply, darling?” He tilted his head to the side, faking a slightly confused look. “You’re all quiet? It’s not that useful now…”

You licked your lips nervously. An instinctive gesture, done without thinking, and it was only when your tongue brushed against his thumb that your eyes widened in realization.

Tom raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased by what he was looking at. “You know, it always amazes me how shy you can get”, he confessed, and you detected a tinge of admiration and genuine wonder in his amused tone.

“All those things that we have done… that you let me do to you…”, he recalled, his lips following the line of your jaw without touching it, only caressing it with words. “And you still look so innocent”, he whispered against the shell of your ear, enjoying the way you shivered as he did so.

“Even now that I have you here, under me, practically naked…”, he went on, playing with the hem of the sheet covering your breast, knowing fully well how torturing this was for you. “I can’t help but wonder whether what happened last night was real or if I only dreamt it.” He pulled at the fabric. Gently, but firmly enough to make his intentions clear. “I might need a reminder…”

You bit your lip, feeling desire purring in your chest, licking at your insides, turning your blood into liquid fire.

Maybe I need a reminder, too…

No. No, you didn’t. No matter how much you would have loved to remain there with him, you simply couldn’t. You could no longer avoid reality.

He finally let go of your hands to hold you, snuggling closer to you as his head dropped to the crook of your neck. “Mmh, I like it when you’re embarrassed”, he hummed, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair. “You get warmer…”

You realized you were on the verge of begging him to rip that stupid sheet off your body and make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk for days, and you almost did… but the second his hips rolled against yours, you suddenly came to your senses.

Which was new, since it usually worked the other way around…

“Get off me, you idiot”, you muttered, pushing him away – even though, knowing how strong he was, he was actually letting you do that.

“Oh, come on, darling”, Tom protested, a breathy laugh escaping his lips as he fell back on the mattress. “Looooove”, he tried to stop you, grabbing your wrist when he saw you were actually sitting up. “Come back heeeere.”

You pulled away from his grip. “No.”

Tom wasted no time, rushing to wrap his arms around you to keep you there. “Please, y/nn”, he murmured, holding you tight against his chest. “I’m sorry.” He lowered his forehead on your shoulders, the untamed curls tickling your skin. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. W-well, I did, but I didn’t actually mean to make you uncomfortable, I just thought–”

“You’re an idiot”, you interrupted his rambling, still trying to act as if you were mad at him.

Of course, Tom knew you too well to fall for it. “Your idiot”, he corrected you, his strong arms giving you a light squeeze.

You bit the inside of your cheek not to smile and landed a small slap on his bicep, one weak last tentative to keep up your façade. “And you’re lucky that I love you.”

He placed a loving kiss on your shoulder, finding extremely adorable how grumpy you were trying to sound. “Extremely lucky.”

The kisses kept coming, each one of them less chaste than the previous one and it didn’t take a brilliant mind to understand the way things would end.

“Tom”, you tried to reason, both with him and yourself. “We should get up.”

“Only five more minutes…”

“They will be looking for–” You couldn’t finish the sentence, gasping as his teeth grazed against your pulse and one of his hands slipped under the fabric of the sheet to grasp one of your breasts, kneading the delicate skin.

It always surprised you how Tom knew his way around your body: he always knew where and how to touch you to have you completely wrapped around his finger. His hands were like instruments and every single time he would play them on you to create the most beautiful melody…

“You were saying, darling?”, he purred, discarding the sheet, now free to touch you in any way he pleased.

“T-they will…” You closed your eyes, trying to recall what you were saying, his hands roaming your body making the task extremely difficult. “… y-you have to… they will…”

“Let them wait, darling”, he replied, lips moving down your neck. “I have way more important matters to attend now.”

So you simply gave up, your head falling back on his shoulder and your legs spreading to give him better access when you felt his free hand starting to make its way down your body. “Tom…”, you sighed, tugging gently at his hair.

“I’ll be quick”, he whispered against your heated skin, as his fingers brushed against your bud, eliciting a shiver from you. “You know I can be quick.”

He couldn’t.

The only time he happened to be was seven years ago, on that very first night the two of you had spent together. You were nothing but clueless kids, barely eighteen, both incredibly scared and confused, desperate to make that next step, to finally belong to each other completely, but having little to no knowledge regarding how to actually do it.

With your mother’s horrendous stories being the only information you had on the matter, you were terrified of the pain. Tom was terrified of hurting you.

And it did hurt, and then it just felt awkward, the inexperienced touches and those few shallow thrusts not being enough for the discomfort to fully turn into pleasure. The rest of the night went away like that: crying in each other’s arms, with Tom sobbing never-ending apologies into your shoulder after seeing the blood on the sheets. And with you trying to soothe him, but secretly wondering if that was a sign that you were about to die.

Too ashamed to even meet each other’s gaze, you began avoiding him and he stopped looking for you, the unexpected separation surprising – and in some cases even worrying – everyone.

Every day you would wake up, and a strange combination of feelings would fight in your soul: regret, for ruining your whole relationship like that. Sadness, because you missed Tom like air. Fear that, after what happened, his love for you would run cold and turn into hatred… and then, there was the longing, something that both excited and frightened you.

Because, despite the pain, you found yourself wanting more of that.

More of Tom.

After an entire month of complete silence – not to mention the utter confusion of everyone surrounding the two of you –, you just couldn’t take it anymore, showing up at his bedroom door in the middle of the night. Ready to risk it all not to lose the man who owned your heart.

Your best friend.

It turned out that neither Tom wanted to lose you, but had convinced himself that you hated him because of the pain he had put you through.

It took you a whole other month to muster up the courage to touch each other again. And maybe it was because you were no longer scared, since the unknown wasn’t unknown anymore, maybe it was because you both took your sweet time getting to know your bodies, or maybe it was because, after being so scared that everything was over, you came back together stronger than before, trusting each other even more… but things went better.

And they kept going better and better.

And now here you were, straddling him with his hands all over you, kissing him senseless, whispering tender ‘I love you’s’ every time your lips would part. Burning in his arms.

Using his strong shoulders as leverage, you got up on your knees, wrapping your fingers around him, guiding his tip to your entrance. After one last brief kiss, you carefully lowered yourself, sinking down on him.

His jaw dropped, brown knitting together as he closed his eyes for a few seconds. “You feel like Heaven, love”, he panted, holding you so tight against his chest that it made you arch your back. “So warm and soft…”

You threw your head back, unable to reply, too lost in the delicious feeling of his member stretching you out. Slowly, you started rocking your hips, trying your best to keep your mouth shut and your moans quiet.

One of Tom’s hands went to your hips to aid your movements, his rough fingers digging into the silky flesh. “God, you look so beautiful like this.” Despite being out of breath, he sounded as if keeping his voice down was causing him great pain. “If only you could see yourself.”

The praising, the admiration dripping from his voice every time he would say something like that, like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid his eyes upon… you simply couldn’t believe that he saw you in that way and it never failed to make your knees weak. Also, the fact that your legs were still a bit sore from your former activities wasn’t exactly helpful.

“There…”, noticing how tired you were getting, he offered you some relief, bucking his hips up and taking control of the situation. “Better?”, he asked with a grin.

You nodded wordlessly, but when you felt his teeth on your neck, your voice came back. “T-Tom, wait–”

“I know…” Tom scrunched his noise in annoyance. “I know, it’s killing me.” He reluctantly renounced to the idea of biting you, soothing the skin with an unexpectedly delicate kiss. “I wish everyone could see where I kissed you. Where I touched you”, he growled, rutting his hips up into yours and bouncing you on top of him. “I wish you didn’t have to hold back, so they could listen to all those lovely sounds you make only for me. I wish they could see and hear that you’re mine.”

You gulped, that last sentence causing you to clench around him.

“You like that, darling?” He chuckled, knowing exactly the power he had on you. “Me saying that you’re mine?”

You nodded again, back to trying to keep silent as stars filled your vision. It was everything he needed.

“Mine. Mine. Mine…” He kept repeating that over and over again, pointing every word with a powerful thrust, each time using his strong hold on your waist to bring you down to meet him halfway, keeping your mind and body in perfect balance between ecstasy and pain.

“Mine.”

And his voice sounded like a chant, a luring and intoxicating sound whispered in your ear, resonating in your soul and filling your mind. That, combined with the way he was taking you, left you putty in his hands.

“Mine.”

Your nails sunk into his back, in a desperate attempt to maintain a grip on your sanity. It didn’t work much and, before you could fully comprehend what you were doing, you bit down on his shoulder to avoid screaming.

Tom didn’t appear to be bothered by it, the punishing rhythm of his hips not faltering even once, his thumb reaching your bundle of nerves to circle it furiously. “My y/nn…”

“Yours”, you managed to mumble, before you grabbed his face and crashed your lips onto his, the both euphoric and desperate moan that left your throat coming to life into his mouth.

The two of you came at the same time, pleasure exploding in your chests, emptying your minds and making every other thing vanish into thin air. Exhausted, you collapsed against him as he kept thrusting up into you a few more times, slowly coming to a halt.

“And I’m yours…”, he whispered, breathing heavily and cautiously removing himself from you. He laid on the mattress, bringing you down with him, hands massaging the muscles of your back.

After you both had recovered, Tom carried you to the tub behind the screen in the corner of his large bedroom. Last night, he had made sure for several buckets to be already filled with water so that he wouldn’t have to call for help with his bath while you were still there with him.

He always used to do that. The official excuse was that he preferred cold water, saying it was better for his health. It was the norm for you, but it certainly wasn’t for Tom. You had tried to talk him out of it, saying that there was no need for that and that you would’ve found another way, but he dismissed your concerns.

“It’s just some cold water, y/n. As long as this method grants me a little more time with you, it’s exactly what I need.”

After cleaning the both of you up – despite your complains, he wouldn’t let you raise a single finger whenever you were alone –, he wrapped you in a soft towel, secured another one around his waist, and brought you back to the canopy bed, making you sit on the edge of the mattress and then laying down next to you.

You glanced at his shoulder and, now that your mind was finally clear and you could think straight, you felt heat rushing to your cheeks, your stomach sinking with embarrassment and guilt.

“What is it, love?”

“I–”, you tried to answer him, but shame prevented you from going on. “I’m sorry…”, you stuttered with your eyes low, gesturing at the mark on his skin.

Tom followed your gaze and arched an eyebrow, a smug grin on his face. “Oh, y/nn…”

At first, you didn’t understand, but then he sat up: the moment you saw the angry red scratches on his back, you hunched up and covered your face, wishing the Earth could swallow you. “My God!” How could you do this to him? How could you be so careless and stupid?

“I’m sorry”, you repeated in a small voice, absolutely mortified, when you felt his arms around your figure.

“Don’t be”, Tom reassured you, any trace of mockery completely erased from his tone, as he made you rest your head on his shoulder. “No one will see them.” He kissed your hair, gently removing your hands from your face and then bringing one of them to his lips, placing a small peck on each knuckle.

“That doesn’t mean I didn’t hurt you”, you complained, still mad at yourself.

“Hurt me?” He sounded surprised. “You think I’m in pain, right now?”

Your hung your head as a quiet murmur left your mouth. “Aren’t you?”

“y/n, look at me.” When you didn’t obey, Tom used two fingers to lift your chin. His deep brown eyes bore into yours, the intensity they held in them screaming silently all the love he had for you.

Looking at him in the eyes was like entering a library. He wasn't particularly fond of writing, but every lash was a sonnet, every fleck a letter, every shade a song, every sparkle a poem, and all of them where for you. He would pour an ocean of words into your soul with just one single silent look.

You held your breath, absolutely mesmerized by the sight in front of you. With all the love Tom was giving you, there was no longer any place for guilt.

“Besides…” He leaned in, cupping your cheek and affectionately rubbing his nose against yours. “… I love wearing your marks. They will remind me of the woman I belong to.”

You blinked a few times, processing his words, then rolled your eyes. “And of course you had to go and ruin it”, you scoffed jokingly, detaching yourself from him and getting up.

The cheeky grin turned into a soft laugh, as he laid down again. “I’m sorry, you’re just so easy to fluster!”

“And you’re clearly so amused by that”, you responded, letting the towel pool around your feet and slipping your shift over your head.

Tom propped himself up on his elbows, an adoring look in his eyes and a smile on his lips as he followed you with his gaze, watching you get ready. “Let me help”, he offered, when he saw that you were struggling a bit with the lacing on your back.

You stepped closer to the bed and, waiting for him to get done, used the time to fix your sleeves around your wrists and smoothing the skirt and bodice of your dress, trying not to get too distracted by his fingertips caressing your back through the layers of fabric.

“There”, he announced, making sure the knot was tight enough.

“Thank you.” You turned around to face him, giving him a fond smile as you ran your hands through his wet locks. “You’re surprisingly good at this.”

“I’m surprisingly good at a lot of things, darling”, winked at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

That obstinate curl kept falling on his forehead, no matter how many times you tried to push it back. It reminded you of him always so stubborn and untameable, yet so perfect and adorable because of it. “Even at standing up?” You tilted your head, cupping his face and squishing his cheeks a bit. “I need to change the sheets.”

“Even better”, Tom stated seriously after you let go of him. He stood up, a determined look in his eyes. “I’m going to help you.”

And he meant that. Despite your attempts to convince him that he didn’t have to, he just would not listen to you. It had become some sort of a morning ritual, a peculiar game in which the person you were supposed to serve would do anything in his power to assist and serve you.

It would have been a lie to say that you were used to it, as guilt kept stinging you with its pin, reminding you that this was one extraordinary exception. But on the other hand, it just felt so nice to have him close, and even to do this kind of things with him. It was nice to witness how much effort he always put into it, regardless of his clumsiness. It was nice to see the way his brows would knit together as he fought against himself not to ask for your help.

Here, in this room, you were his equal. In those moments you could savour what life with Tom could be like, had he been a normal boy, free to love you out in the open…

You quickly dismissed those thoughts, focusing entirely on your task. “Alright…”, you announced, as you put the last touches and smoothed the bedspread. “Done. I think this looks good.”

“I told you I that could help you, love”, Tom smirked, helping you gather the old sheets to put them in the basket: you would take them away and wash them privately, to avoid any suspects.

“I will be able to do this on my own in no time”, he declared, sitting on the mahogany chest at the end of his bed, not even daring to touch the fruit of your combined efforts.

“Oh, I’m counting on that”, you chuckled in reply as you fixed your hair. After making yourself presentable, you turned to face him to ask for confirmation. “How do I look?”

“Lovely.”

“You always say that”, you scoffed in a playful tone.

“Because you always are”, he replied matter-of-factly, the simple comment catching you off-guard and causing fire to spread on your cheeks.

“… r-remember not to be late for breakfast”, you stammered, painfully aware that you were doing a terrible job at hiding your embarrassment and that Tom was loving every second of it. “It’s still quite early”, you hastily tried to change the subject. “You can rest a bit more.”

“And ruin this perfect work of art?” He indicated the bed with a wide gesture, faking a gasp. “You must be kidding, darling.” He sounded almost offended. With how expressive and dramatic he was, you often found yourself thinking that, had he been a normal boy, he could have become a wonderful actor.

“Plus, it’s not fair”, he added with a pout, resting his elbows on his knees. “You should get to rest a bit more, too.”

You stepped a bit closer to him, hands clasped behind your back. “You’re only saying this because you want me to stay.”

“… among other reasons”, he admitted reluctantly, lips pressed into a thin line and eyes avoiding yours. But after that brief moment of shyness, he raised his head, giving you a heart-melting puppy look. “May I ask for one last kiss?”

You nodded silently, bending down and brushing your lips against his cheek. The touch so quick and delicate it almost felt unreal.

The discontent was clear on his face and he made no attempt to conceal it. “… what was that?”

“A kiss?”, you played dumb.

“No”, he frowned, shaking his head. “I want a real one”, he insisted, emphasizing the word ‘real’ by pointing at his lips.

“Is that an order?”, you asked, trying to maintain a neutral expression. “… Your Highness?”

Tom grimaced at the title, but then decided to ignore it. “A plea”, he said with a serious tone. “A plea for mercy.”

You stared at him in silence, then nodded again – more solemnly this time, playing his game – and leaned down to indulge him… and yourself, too.

Just as he parted his lips to deepen the kiss, you pulled away. Partly because you kind of liked to play with him like that: it was a way to get back at him for all his teasing. Partly because it was a goodbye kiss and you hated goodbyes. And partly because you knew how easily he could make your resolution crumble into pieces.

He whined, dropping his hands, as they hadn’t been fast enough to cup your face. “That’s it?”

“You’re pushing your luck, now”, you admonished him, stepping away from the bed and picking up the basket.

“So beautiful and yet so cruel…”, he sighed tragically, like the prima donna he was.

You shook your head with a smile, then headed for the door, the basket under your arm as you unlocked it and reached for the handle. Right before you could open it, he spoke again.

“Will you come to me, tonight?”

Even though all your nights were spent in his embrace, every single time you left, Tom would always ask you that question, his voice filled with such a tender vulnerability that never failed to make your heart ache.

Behind his cheerful laugh and his loving gaze, deep down he suffered a lot because of this whole situation. He hated that he had to keep you a secret, that he could only meet you in this way, and that in front of the others he had to treat you like a simple friend, instead of being able to tell the whole World how much he loved you.

A part of him was terrified by the idea that one day you would leave him for good and that you would hate him for the rest of your life, convinced that all the love he had for you was nothing but a wicked trick to play with you and ruin your existence…

So, after making love to you, after sleeping next to you, after dreaming of you while holding you in his arms, every time he watched the morning come and you leave, taking the night away with you, he felt the urgent need to ask you that question.

You turned to look at him, a sweet reassuring smile on your lips. “Always, my love.”

Next chapter

A/n: … yeah, this prologue is pretty much nothing but smut… the plot is on its way though! Thank you so much for reading this! Let me know what you think, if you want <3

(Let me know if you wanna be added or removed, add yourself to my taglist or follow me on my writing side-blog @lia-s-liabrary and turn the notifications on)

[breaniebree]

100 Fanfiction Writer Asks

Wanted to combine some of the great writer asks I've seen so I did! Thanks to @sweeethinny for these great questions! I added a few more myself to make it 100!!

Feel free to reblog!

1) How old were you when your first started writing fanfiction?

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

4) What is your favourite genre to write for and why?

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

7) When is your preferred time to write?

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

9) In your XXX fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote?

10) In your XXX fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

14) How did you come up with the title for the XXX? You can ask about multiple stories.

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?

16) How did you come up with the idea for XXX?

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

26) Which part of your XXX fic was the hardest to write?

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

30) In contrast to 29, is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the recommendation, not the answerer)

32) Are any of your characters based on real people?

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written?

38) If you could collaborate with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collaborations!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person?

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?

42) Song fic — What made you decide to use the song XXX for XXX?

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?

44) What is the last line you wrote?

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?

46) I really loved your XXX fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?

47) Here’s a fic title (insert a made up title). What would this story be about?

48) What’s your favourite trope to write?

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

51) From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

52) Why do you write fanfiction?

53) What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

54) Are there any writers that inspire you?

55) What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

56) What element of writing do you find comes easily?

57) What element of writing do you struggle with the most?

58) Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

59) Which character(s) do you find the most difficult to write?

60) What’s your favourite genre to write for?

61) Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

62) Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

63) First fandom you ever wrote for?

64) Have you ever written something that wasn’t fanfiction? If yes, what was it and have you ever published it?

65) What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for?

66) Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

67) A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

68) Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

69) Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

70) Gen fic or shippy stuff?

71) Favourite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

72) Do you listen to anything while you write?

73) Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

74) One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

75) Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

76) Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

77) What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

78) How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing?

79) Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

80) Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

81) Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

82) Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.

83) Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

84) Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

85) Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

86) Have you ever read a fanfic that made you cry? What was it?

87) What’s the most difficult thing about writing characters from the opposite sex?

88) If you could ask one other fanfic author three questions about their writing, writing process, or works, what would they be and who would you ask?

89) What do the words “writer’s block” mean to you?

90) How do you process and deal with negative reviews?

91) Are there therapeutic benefits to modeling a character after someone you know?

92) Have you ever killed off a character your readers loved? If yes, what made you do it?

93) Whom do you trust for objective and constructive criticism of your work?

94) What do you do to get inside your character’s heads?

95) What books and fics do you enjoy reading?

96) What's the strangest thing you had to do to create this story?

97) Does one of your stories have a soundtrack? A playlist that inspired you while writing it?

98) If you had to give up either snacks and drinks during writing sessions, or music, which would you find more difficult to say goodbye to and why?

99) Picture this: You feel uninspired and you’ve sat at the computer for an hour without conquering any words. How do you get your creativity flowing?

100) Do you love writing or hate it? Why do you write?

[phoebe-delia]

AO3 Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag @lou-isfake!!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

29, which feels insane lol.

2. What is your total Ao3 word count?

108,228. Which, again, for a girl who's been writing fics since April is kinda nuts and a testament to the intensity of my hyper-fixation 😂

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Just Harry Potter, but I do have one jokey HSM fanfic about Chad and Ryan that I wrote on Tumblr oops

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

You Are In Love, Deliquesce, Miss Americana, Call It What You Want, and A Dangerous Combination

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes! I LOVE responding to comments. I try to match the energy and length of each response to the particular comment. For example, if you say "I love this!" I'll say "Omg thanks so much! <3" But if you leave long, rambling comments with excerpts from the fic and your thoughts, be prepared for a whole ass essay response telling you exactly what I was thinking when I wrote it 😂. I respond to all comments, except hate comments, and I'm fortunate to have only sort of kind of gotten one so far? *knocks on wood*

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I have written some very angsty fics, thanks to the enabling encouraging from some of my friends *cough* Lyssa and Luci *cough.* I've probably written angstier stuff than this, but I'm going to go with Travelin' Soldier because it left me depressed for like 2 days after and it was my very first MCD. I also literally wrote a second chapter to give myself closure lol.

7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

No, I haven't! But it could be cool.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I got one comment, once, that was just not as kind as it could've been? But I'm so fortunate that I've never gotten any real hate on my fics so far.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, but rarely bc I'm not as confident about it and my ideas usually aren't that smutty. And idk how to classify it? Just...smut?

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of? I've seen one of my fics posted on another site without my permission but they gave me credit, so I guess that's not exactly stealing?

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, but maybe one day!

12. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Drarry!!

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter

14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Okay. I'm torn about this one, so I'm going to be annoying and pick two. My first favorite is "life's like an hourglass glued to the table." This is one of those that I wrote a sequel to just so I could keep writing the story. I think that fic was one that really elevated my writing and honestly made me get to know Draco better—and the two chapters combined are only 1.4k!

My second one is "Holy Ground." Writing this was like pulling teeth, and it took forever, but I got there. It took a ton of research, frustration, encouragement from my friends, and procrastination to get it done. But ultimately I'm happy with it. It combines Drarry and New York City, which are two of my favorite things! And I even got to include one of my fandom friends as a character, so that was fun.

Tagging @lyssarose @starlitsilvereyes and @rockingrobin69 bc why not. And anyone else who wants to!

[angrythingstarlight]

Insecure

And I’m back for day 5 of @donutloverxo​ review challenge. I just made it and whooo. So let me start with @lotusss-flowerbomb​, one of the sweetest people on here. She is talented, funny and anyone who starts their masterlist with “Its all smut with a sprinkle of fluff” is my person. She writes for Steve, Bucky and then has some Florian fics that are my guilty pleasures. Plus one that I LOVE!!!

One of my favorite series from her is a mini series called Insecure. So, I love a good, slightly idiotic, insecure Steve. Its a different but all too real take on the Captain. Instead of him being upfront about his feeling and actually talking to the reader he decides to violate her privacy and make accusations. 

What I love about this reader is she is (also kinda idiotic to be fair) but doesn’t cower or bend to his will. She is feisty and more stubborn than he is. 

And I love Bucky in this. Poor, poor Bucky that has to deal with these two. He just wants to have his couch and clothes back. 

This is a fun story that handles some real life issues in a way that has you rooting for these two to get it together. I really like the two knuckleheads and the ending. 

The ending is 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 (and a small part of me was “ya know if that is what happens, I would kick Steve out every other day”, *but I have issues, be better than me*). 

Insecure Part 2 Part 3

Excerpts: 

🔥Steve’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. He looked back at you, your head was tilted to the side and your arms were folded across your chest. If his face was glass, it would be shattered into billions of pieces. He really was a jerk.

🔥Bucky just shook his head and made his way to the kitchen with you. You showed him where Steve kept his tools and he got to work under the sink. You paced back and forth for a while until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“So, how’s he doing?” You finally stopped and asked.

“He’s managing.”

“What does that mean? What has he been eating? Have you guys been on any missions?”

Bucky just laughed, “If you’re so concerned about him, why don’t you ask him?”

“Well, because that would defeat the purpose of not speaking to him. Besides, I’m not concerned. I just….wanna know.”

He slid from under the sink and looked at you, “Ha! I can’t believe Steve thought you were creeping around behind his back. You’re a terrible liar.”

“Hey!” you threw a dish rag at him trying not to laugh. “Seriously, Bucky, how is he?”

“He’s miserable. He hasn’t shaved or had a haircut in two weeks,” he became serious.

You bit the inside of your jaw, “Ooh, he has a beard and growing his hair out?”

“Yeah, I think he’s trying to look like me,” he chuckled.

🔥Thank you so much for your help, Bucky. How much do I owe you?” You walked with him to door.

He waved you off, “First off, that’s offensive. You know I’d never take money from you for doing you a favor. But since you’re offering, I’ll take one of your famous lemon cakes.”

“You got it,” you reached up to hug him.

“Be nice,” he whispered in your ear. You said your final goodbye before he threw a see you later over his shoulder to Steve and walked away.

You shut the door behind him and looked back at Steve before walking up the stairs and slamming your bedroom door behind you.

All Steve could do was sigh as he walked up to follow you. When he got to the door and tried to open it it was locked.

“Please open the door,” he spoke softly. Silence from the other side. “You can’t stay in there all night,” he said and walked back down the stairs. He got comfortable on the couch prepared to wait you out.

Side note: Read this dark! Ransom Fic of hers that is ( *cue wild screaming/chef’s kiss). Held for Ransom. 

[authorjoydragon]

I saw a 2020 summary of works written and I decided to do one myself :)

2020 was rough, and I kind of had taken a step back from publishing even though I still was writing. (I only published ONE story in all of 2019! My bad!) I decided to start again about midway through 2020. And this year I had a new fandom to write about: Avatar the Last Airbender. I’ve always been in love with the show ATLA since it aired, and for some reason never delved into the fanfiction until recently. Maybe one day I’ll write for LOK as well. Voltron: Legendary Defenders of the Universe, and Miraculous Ladybug were old obsessions (or should I say ongoing obsessions) but I did post a couple there too. Anyways, here’s my list of posted works for 2020:

Zutara Week 2020- As the title suggests, this is seven picked prompts for the ship Zuko x Katara in ATLA. A non-canon ship that many people adore. Posted 7/24/20

Love Is Blind- This fluffy piece is also for ATLA but focuses more on the non-canon ship Toph x Aang. Posted 8/17/20

Colorful- A fluffy excerpt from the story above featuring Taang. Posted 9/24/20

Cause and Effect- A drama Voltron fic featuring the non-canon ship Lance x Keith. I’m still heartbroken they weren’t together in the end. Posted 9/24/20

The Cat’s Out of the Bag- A comedic take on Adrien accidentally revealing his superhero identity to the Dupain-Cheng family. Typical reveal fic for MLB. Posted 9/24/20 (as you can see I cleaned up some fics and cleared them out on this day 😂)

Almost Lovers- An ongoing angsty fic showcasing the breakup of Aang and Katara as Zuko unknowingly comes between them. Posted 9/28/20

Accidental Rendezvous- (M) a total smut fest featuring Zutara and drunk accidents. Posted 9/28/20

Fantasy Land- An almost crack-like fic of Aang traveling to his future and finding out his wife is Toph. Posted 10/21/20

Requited Love- An absolutely adorable drama fic of Toph and Aang pining for each other. Bonus of parental teasing. Posted 11/9/20

Taang Week 2020- Again, as the title suggests, this is a collection of given prompts featuring Taang. Overall very fluffy. Posted 11/11/20

The Universe is Unkind- A terribly sad fic featuring the non-canon (as far as we know) ship Toph x Sokka. Yes I am a multishiper. TW character deaths. This was one of the saddest things I’ve ever written. Posted 11/21/20

Prospects- A delightful collection of prompts featuring Zutara. (Some M) Includes the 2020 December Drabbles Challenge prompts. May possibly be posting more in the future. Posted 12/4/20

On The Precipice- An ongoing Taang story of the fluffiest fluff you have ever read. Gag worthy sweetness and pining. Posted 12/13/20

And that was my posting spree of the last half of 2020! As you can see, I am cursed to ship non-canon couples apparently. I will say MOST of this had already been in the works for months, but I sure did a heck of a lot of writing and publishing in the last few months. It feels good to create. I hope you all enjoyed my works!

[preciousy00ngi]

You’re In Danger (M) - TEASER

Pairing: BTS Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre: smut

Warning(s): kidnapping, knifeplay, blood, death, mentions abuse of children and human trafficking

A/N: This is a lot different from the things I usually write, but I wanted to delve into some darker stuff. I want to post a very tiny excerpt because I’m still on the fence if I’ll even post the full so this is kind of my way of testing the waters to see if people are going to enjoy it. I’m not sure how long this story will be quite yet as it’s a work in progress (possibly multiple parts). I understand that this content can be very triggering so please take caution when reading; this teaser however, is not as bad. Let me know if you are interested in this story!

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"Target confirmed." you speak quietly into the microphone hidden in your shirt sleeve, steadying the barrel of your long distance weapon on the balcony's edge. Your finger hovers above the trigger as you wait for a green light, breathing evenly despite the building adrenaline.

"Hold your fire." your commander replies.

But you place your finger on the trigger, ready to lose your job just so you could put a bullet into the skull of one of the most dangerous kingpins on this side of the globe. You couldn’t bare having to listen as this man harmed another child inside the rooms you’d been surveilling for months on end. The things you had heard go on while sitting on the rooftop across from his building made your stomach churn and your chest full with an anger you can’t even describe.

“Say goodbye, fucker.” you mutter, closing your left eye as you focus on the back of his head.

Suddenly, there’s a firm pressure on your shoulder makes your world go dark.

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"Who are you?" you ask, thinking you could buy time before this man killed you by stalling with questions you both know he would never answer. Since he had entered the room, you hadn’t gotten a glimpse. If you could just see this monster’s face and finally put an image to the heinous acts that had been landed him a spot on the most wanted list of several global organizations.

His familiar, haunting laugh makes you want to vomit, "No one. Someone. Isn't it more important what I am? What I'm going to do to you?"

Useless anger builds in your chest and you begin talking before you could stop yourself, "You work for Tobias Gentry as a hitman, but you’ve been active years before he came into power. You're the one that killed Daniels. You’ve been seen transporting children for trafficking. We have intel on you.”

He stays quiet for a few moments, having not moved from behind you. You hadn't seen his face yet and that irritated you more. Was this man a coward? He didn't want to let his victims see him? Why?

"Sweetheart," he plays with a lock of your hair, "what my boss does is none of my business, really. I would never do those things. Unlike you, I do as I’m told."

"Liar."

He yanks your head back by your hair, "Don't call me names."

If you weren't scared out of your mind, you would have scoffed at his taking offense, but you bite your tongue at the pain in your scalp.

When you don't respond verbally, he lets go of your head, "Baby, I think it's time we have some fun, no?"

You shut your eyes, inhaling shallowly, this was it.

Feeling his body leave the space behind you, you keep your eyes closed. Fear and acceptance coupled in your mind as he maneuvers around the room.

Suddenly, the cold feeling of a blade is dragging across your cheek. It doesn't go deep enough to draw blood, but it makes goosebumps raise on your skin.

It's followed by the pad of a finger, tracing the red line the knife made. You start to shake and plead your body to not cry.

"Hm, are you scared? Open your eyes for me."

You only squeeze them tighter, refusing the order. Almost surely, he bristles at your non-compliance and the knife is pressed into your stomach, again not deep enough to pierce.

"Open. Them."

Your eyes snap open finally, white dots forming in your vision before the refocus on the person in front of you. His long, dark blonde hair is slicked back, complimenting the honey tones of his complexion. He wears an expensive grey pinstripe suit with a black turtleneck underneath, the scent of his cologne adding to the overall menacing aura of him.

Staring into his own, your eyes unsettle him and he withdraws the blade's tip. Within milliseconds, he regains his composure and smirks at your doe-eyed expression.

"You're quite pretty. Such a shame this will be."

The three black knives he holds have a finger hole at the ends, letting him swing them around his long digits. A whirring sound comes from them as he spins the blades faster and faster, deciding how he should start.

You swallow the nervous bile that rises in your throat, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Shh," he presses the flat side of the knife against your lips, "I'm thinking."

Clenching your jaw, you try to stop the incessant churning of your stomach and trembling of your body. You tilt your head down slightly to avoid looking at him. He notices your efforts and smiles wider, leaning in closer as he uses the blade under your chin to make you look at him directly once more.

"Shall we begin?"

Your hands tensing around the arms of the chair catches his attention. Delicately, he pinches the top seam of your thin, white undershirt and slides the sharp edge down the middle. The fabric cuts like butter exposing your bra and more of the skin that entices him so very much. Your chest rises and falls visibly with terrified breaths as he entertains himself.

"T. A. E." he spells on your bare chest, ghosting the steel tip across your smooth skin, "H. Y. U. N. G."