#i am v v v attached to that fic myself

[taurasiluvr]

I DON'T WANNA SEE YOU WITH ANYONE BUT ME / NOBODY GETS ME LIKE YOU / HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LET YOU GO? / ONLY LIKE MYSELF WHEN I'M WITH YOU / NOBODY GETS ME, YOU DO──BELLINGHAM⁵

how you can help palestine

★ been thinking about fwb!jude, blame ev for the filth you're all about to read.

 ⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, minors dni. friends with benefits, smut with plot, p in v, unprotected sex, cheating (on r's bf), nothing too insane

 ⠀ ── ⠀rylin's notes ;; i am sooooo down bad for jude, he's my husband. also why do 80% of my fics have to do with cheating ummmm

 ⠀ ── ⠀word count ;; 5.5k

you didn't really know how this arrangement had began, all you knew was that it was very much due to jude's very evident commitment issues.

okay, maybe commitment issues were a stretch. you'd seen how he treated his friends and family with unwavering loyalty. but when it came to relationships, there was always a barrier, an unspoken rule that he couldn't let anyone get too close. or maybe he just didn't want to ─ you weren't too sure.

it all started innocently enough.

you and jude had been friends for a while, always hanging out with the same group, always finding yourselves paired off in conversations or at the same end of the couch during movie nights. there was a comfort in your friendship, a kind of ease that made everything feel natural and genuine.

one night, after a particularly intense game and a few too many drinks, you found yourselves alone in his apartment. the air was thick with a tension that had been building for months. one thing led to another, and suddenly you were waking up in his bed, sheets tangled around your legs and his arm draped over your waist.

the next morning, you both agreed it was a one-time thing, a slip-up that wouldn't happen again.

but it did. over and over, until it wasn't just an accident anymore. it became an unspoken arrangement, a way for both of you to satisfy needs without the complications of a real relationship.

you knew it wasn't ideal. you knew that every time you woke up in his bed, you were getting a little more attached, a little more hopeful that maybe he would see you as more than just a friend with benefits. but you also knew that jude had his walls up for a reason, and trying to tear them down could end up ruining everything.

so, you kept going. you played your role, took what you could get, and tried not to think about what it meant for the future.

because as long as you had him in some way, it was better than not having him at all.

seeing him with other women was the worst part of it all. now you knew you didn't really have any rational reason to be mad because he wasn't your boyfriend ─ he was just... well, it was complicated.

you hated the gut-wrenching feeling when you saw him talking to a beautiful girl at a party, his charming smile lighting up his face in a way that made your heart ache. tt was a reminder that while you had a piece of him, it wasn’t enough to keep him from seeking out others.

you tried to mask your feelings, laughing along with your friends and pretending not to notice when he slipped away with someone new. But inside, you were screaming. the rational part of you understood that you had no claim over him, no right to be jealous. yet, the emotional part couldn't help but feel a sting of betrayal every time.

 ⠀ ── ⠀

one night, it got to be too much. you saw him at a club, his arm around a girl's waist as he whispered something into her ear, making her giggle. your stomach churned, and before you knew it, you were outside, gulping in the cool night air to calm the nausea.

when you had come back inside, your initial hurt turned into bitterness. now you usually weren't so petty ─ but if jude was allowed to go and flirt with other people, why couldn't you?

you sat down at the bar, finding some solace with the alcohol you were drinking. you knew your bait had worked when you felt someone eyeing you in your peripheral, a small smile on your face.

"hello,"

he had a slight accent, his voice was gruff and sent a shiver down your spine. you turned to face him, taking in his rugged features and confident demeanor. he was attractive, no doubt, and the way he looked at you made you feel a flicker of excitement.

"hi," you replied, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions brewing inside you.

he leaned against the bar, his gaze never leaving yours. "can i buy you a drink?"

you nodded, pushing aside the guilt that tugged at your conscience. "sure, why not?"

as you sipped the cocktail he ordered for you, you couldn't help but steal glances across the room, where jude was still engrossed in conversation with the girl. the sight fueled your determination to go through with this. if jude could have his fun, so could you.

"so, what brings you here tonight?" the man asked, his eyes glinting with interest.

you shrugged, taking another sip. "my friends told me i needed to get out, they say i've been stuck in the office for too long."

he chuckled, a low sound that made your skin tingle. "i get that. they're some good friends."

the conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself relaxing in his company. he was charming and attentive, qualities that made you feel desired in a way jude never fully did. but even as you laughed at his jokes and flirted back, a part of you remained painfully aware that this was all a distraction, a way to numb the hurt.

as the night wore on, he moved closer, his hand resting on your lower back. you allowed it, leaning into the touch, craving the comfort it provided. but just as he leaned in to whisper something in your ear, you caught sight of jude watching you from across the room, his expression unreadable.

your heart skipped a beat, a mix of triumph and regret flooding through you. you had his attention now, but at what cost? you broke away from jude's gaze, your attention fully on the man next to you.

however, before you knew it ─ you two were interrupted.

"y/n," jude's voice seemed steady but as you turned to face him, his expression nothing short of intense. his eyes bore into yours, a mixture of frustration and something else you couldn't quite place.

"jude," you replied, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. the man next to you shifted awkwardly, sensing the tension.

jude's jaw tightened as he glanced at the guy beside you, then back at you. "it's getting late, let's get outta here."

"that's funny, i was just about to ask her that." the man spoke, a hint of amusement in his voice before he cleared his throat, noting that his commentary was certainly not needed.

you blinked up at him, your lips curving into a sarcastic smile. "why don't you go ask the girl who's been keeping you busy all night?"

"that's what this is about?" jude let out a huff, his gaze boring into yours. "jealousy?"

"oh, you shouldn't be talking." you shot back, your voice tinged with bitterness. "you’ve been parading around with other women all night. don’t act like you’re innocent."

jude's eyes flashed with anger. "i wasn’t doing anything different than what we've been doing all along. you knew what this was from the start."

"yeah, i did," you snapped. "but it doesn't make it any easier to watch you with someone else."

the man next to you awkwardly excused himself, sensing the argument escalating. jude barely noticed as he took a step closer to you, his frustration palpable. "so, what? you decided to flirt with some random guy to get back at me? i don't like pettiness, you know that."

you crossed your arms, trying to hold your ground. "no, not everything is about you. maybe you just don't do it for me anymore, have you thought about that? you're not everyone's ideal man, jude."

jude stared back at you, trying to process what you just said. "oh really?" he let out a laugh but it was void of the usual amusement. were you really trying to come for his ego now?

"really," you responded, standing your ground.

"so i don't do it for you anymore, is that right?" jude glared back at you as he walked closer, his tall frame towering over you. "what's it, exactly? cause i know you're not coming for my bedroom skills."

"bingo," you answered with a smirk, grabbing the drink from the table as you took a sip. "you're exactly right."

he let out a soft chuckle as his gaze darkened. "really that guy could fuck you like i do? nobody could fuck you like i do."

you felt excitement in his words, knowing you were hitting him where it hurts. and you'd hoped it'll pay off at the end of the night. "you really think you're that good?"

"i know it,"

"cocky, jude. very cocky," you purred, stepping closer to him.

the heat between you was palpable, the air thick with unresolved tension. you could feel the intensity of his gaze as it roamed over your face, down your body, and back up to meet your eyes.

"confident," he corrected, his voice low and husky. "there's a difference."

you raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "is that right?"

he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "you know it is. and i'll can prove it to you."

a shiver ran down your spine at the closeness of his body, the warmth of his breath on your skin. you set your drink down and placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your touch.

"prove it, then," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your own heart.

jude's eyes darkened further, a predatory gleam in them as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. his other hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "i will, make you remember who fucks you the best."

you licked your lips, your breath hitching as his thumb traced your lower lip. "i'm counting on it,"

with a growl, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, his hand tightening around your waist as he deepened the kiss. you melted into him, all the anger and frustration from earlier dissipating in the heat of the moment. his lips were demanding, his touch possessive, as if he was claiming you all over again.

your hands found his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing more. jude responded by lifting you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you toward the exit. the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you and the electricity sparking between your bodies.

as he pushed open the door to his car and placed you inside, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something new. something real. but you knew that was wishful thinking.

jude climbed in after you as he started the car and drove toward his place. the journey was a blur of heated kisses and whispered promises, both of you unable to keep your hands off each other.

and by the time you reached his apartment, the anticipation was nearly unbearable. he carried you inside, kicking the door shut behind him before setting you down and pinning you against the wall, his mouth trailing hot kisses down your neck.

"still think that guy could compare to me?" he murmured against your skin, his hands roaming over your body.

you moaned softly, arching into his touch. "no," you admitted breathlessly.

he smiled against your neck, his hands finding the hem of your shirt and tugging it over your head. "good. cause you’re mine, and i’m going to show you just how much you mean to me."

he carried you toward the bed, placing you down gently before hovering over you, his eyes burning with desire. you could feel the tension in the air, the electricity between you crackling with intensity.

jude's hands moved with a possessive urgency, trailing over your skin as if he needed to memorize every inch of you. your breath hitched as he leaned in, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss.

his hands were deft and skilled, knowing exactly how to make you gasp and shiver under his touch. clothes were discarded in a frenzy, the need to feel each other skin-to-skin overwhelming, leaving you naked. when he finally pushed into you, it felt like coming home, a perfect fit that made you both moan in unison.

"all mine," he whispered against your lips, his thrusts steady and deep. "don't ever forget that."

you clung to him, nails digging into his back as you matched his rhythm, losing yourself in the sensation. the way he moved, the way he touched you, it was like he was trying to prove a point with every thrust. and maybe he was. maybe this was his way of showing you just how much you meant to him, how much he needed you.

he pulled your hips upward, sitting up as he fucked into you like a starved man. his grip on your hips was firm, almost bruising, as he pulled you closer, thrusting deeper with each movement.

the intensity of his gaze bore into you, a mix of lust and possessiveness that made your heart race. your body arched off the bed, meeting him halfway, every sensation amplified by the sheer need radiating between you.

"god, you're so perfect," he groaned, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. the combination of pleasure and the raw intensity in his voice made you shiver, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

you were completely at his mercy, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you, building higher and higher. his pace quickened, a desperate edge to his movements as if he couldn't get enough of you. you could feel the tension coiling in your core, your breaths coming in short gasps as you neared the edge.

"cum for me," he demanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

the command was all it took. your body tensed, the pleasure cresting in a powerful wave that crashed over you, leaving you trembling and breathless. jude's eyes darkened with satisfaction as he watched you, his own control slipping as he followed you over the edge, his release spilling into you with a groan.

for a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your mingled breaths, the aftermath of your shared intensity leaving you both spent and sated. jude collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms, his hold gentle now, almost tender.

"mine," he murmured again, his lips brushing your temple. "always."

you nestled against him, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "always," you echoed, the word a promise and a reminder of the connection that bound you together, for better or worse.

after that night, sex was how you fixed every little dispute you had. sure it wasn't healthy but sure as hell worked, he made sure you forgot all about why you were angry in the first place. yeah, he was cocky but it was for a reason.

 ⠀ ── ⠀

you still yearned for more.

you knew that was wishful thinking, jude was too focused on his career to even think about girls. you were the only one that he kept and you didn't know why, but you couldn't deny that it made you feel special, even if it wasn't in the way you truly wanted.

you were his escape, his relief from the pressures of his demanding life, and while you cherished the moments you had together, you couldn't shake the longing for something deeper, something more meaningful.

you often found yourself lying awake at night, replaying your conversations and encounters, searching for any sign that he might feel the same way. but jude was a closed book, his intentions unclear. it was both frustrating and intoxicating, leaving you constantly on edge, hoping for more but never quite sure if it would ever come.

one evening, after another intense round of making up, you lay in his arms, the room quiet except for the sound of your mingled breaths. jude's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, a touch of tenderness that made your heart ache.

"jude," you began hesitantly, unsure if you should voice the thoughts that had been plaguing you. "do you ever think about what this... what we could be if things were different?"

he stiffened slightly, his hand pausing its movements. "what do you mean?"

you took a deep breath, steeling yourself. "i mean, if you weren't so focused on football, do you think we could be more than just... this?"

jude was silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, almost distant. "i don't know. my career is everything to me. it's what i've worked for my whole life."

"i get that," you said softly, turning to look at him. "but it doesn't mean you can't have something more, someone who supports you and is there for you."

he sighed, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of regret and something else you couldn't quite decipher. "if... if things were different, sure. but not right now, i don't have time for all that right now."

all that, he called it, as if your feelings and the possibility of a deeper relationship were just another burden on his already full plate. the sting of his words was sharp, but you tried to keep your voice steady.

"all that," you repeated, a bitter smile tugging at your lips.

jude's expression softened, his hand gently cupping your cheek. "y/n, it's not that i don't want it. it's just... i can't handle more than i already have. my career, the constant travel, the pressure — it's overwhelming."

you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes briefly before opening them again to meet his gaze. "i get it, it's okay."

having some of him is better than have none of him, you kept reminding yourself as he sighed in relief, closing his eyes as he drifted off to sleep. you lay there for a while, listening to the sound of his breathing and feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back.

the reality of your situation weighed heavily on you, the knowledge that you would always come second to his career. but in those quiet moments, it was hard to focus on the negative. there was something so peaceful about being in his arms, so right, that made it difficult to let go.

days turned into weeks, and the cycle continued. you took what you could get, savoring the good moments and enduring the difficult ones. your friends started to notice the change in you, the way your mood would swing based on your interactions with jude. they would offer concerned looks and ask if everything was okay, but you always brushed them off with a smile and a nonchalant "i'm fine."

deep down, you knew they were right to worry. the emotional toll of your arrangement with jude was starting to wear on you, and you were constantly on edge, wondering when the next blow would come. you tried to distract yourself with work and hobbies, but nothing seemed to fill the void that jude left when he wasn't around.

 ⠀ ── ⠀

THREE MONTHS LATER

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it's crazy how much could change within 3 months. after a while, you stopped talking to jude and he understood why ─ you were hurting and you needed time. you found a boyfriend and of course jude wasn't too happy about that, but he couldn't really do anything about it.

you met your boyfriend at a friend’s birthday party. he was charming, attentive, and most importantly, he was ready for a relationship. things moved quickly, and soon enough, you found yourself in a stable, happy relationship. he treated you with the care you had longed for, and for the first time in a while, you felt like you were moving forward.

it didn't stop you from missing jude. the excitement you got from the way his presence made your heart race, was something you couldn’t easily forget. despite your boyfriend's kindness and the stability he offered, there was a lingering sense of something unfulfilled, a part of you that still yearned for the intensity you once had with jude.

one evening, as you and your boyfriend were having dinner at your favorite restaurant, your phone buzzed with a message. you glanced at it, your heart skipping a beat when you saw jude's name.

jude: miss you.

you quickly turned your phone face down, trying to focus on the conversation with ben, but the message stayed with you, echoing in your mind. you couldn’t deny that a part of you missed him too, missed the thrill and the connection you shared.

 ⠀ ── ⠀

the euros had came and your friends had bought tickets to go see england in the quarterfinals versus switzerland, they eventually convinced you to come. the thought of seeing jude on the pitch, representing his country, filled you with a mix of excitement and nerves.

on the day of the match, the stadium was buzzing with energy. you and your friends found your seats, the sea of england fans creating a vibrant atmosphere. as the players took to the field, your eyes were immediately drawn to jude. he looked focused, determined, and undeniably handsome in his england kit.

the match was intense, with both teams fighting hard for a place in the semifinals. you cheered along with the crowd, your emotions swinging with every close call and near miss. seeing jude play with such passion and skill reminded you why you had fallen for him in the first place.

when the final whistle blew, signaling england's victory, the celebration in the stadium was electric. you watched as jude and his teammates hugged, their faces alight with joy. you couldn't take your eyes off him, feeling a deep sense of connection despite the physical distance between you.

after the match, your friends had gotten invited to the celebratory party due to their connections to the english players. you knew you'd eventually be seeing jude and you just had to trust yourself to not fall in his trap once again.

well, you were wrong.

your legs tightened around jude's waist as he pushed the door of his hotel room open, his lips never leaving yours. he closed the door with his foot, pushing you against it when it closed.

you moaned against his lips as his hands roamed over your body, his touch igniting a fire within you. his kisses were demanding, filled with a hunger that mirrored your own. you could feel the intensity of his desire, the way he held you close as if afraid you might slip away.

"jude," you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair. "we shouldn’t be doing this."

"i know," he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing down your neck. "can’t help it. i need you, y/n. how can i celebrate without you?"

his words sent a shiver down your spine, and any resolve you had left melted away. you had tried to move on, to build a new life with your boyfriend, but being in jude's arms again felt like coming home.

"just this once," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "just this once," he agreed, though you both knew it was a lie.

with a growl, he captured your lips again, his hands gripping your hips as he carried you to the bed. he laid you down gently, his body pressing against yours as he deepened the kiss. you could feel the heat between you growing, the familiar ache of desire spreading through you.

"god, i’ve missed this," he groaned, his hands sliding under your shirt. "missed you."

"me too," you admitted, your breath hitching as his fingers brushed against your skin.

clothes were quickly discarded until you were in left in your bra and underwear, the urgency between you leaving little room for hesitation. jude's touch was both familiar and electrifying, every caress reminding you of the connection you had tried so hard to forget. he moved with a confidence that made your heart race, his hands and lips worshipping your body as if making up for lost time.

"mine," he murmured against your ear, his voice rough with emotion. "no one else can make you feel like this."

"yes," you gasped, arching into his touch. "i’m yours, jude. always."

his eyes darkened with possessiveness, a primal satisfaction evident in his gaze. "i’ll never let you go again," he promised, his lips crashing into yours with renewed fervor.

his hands found your hips as he pushed you into the mattress, you let out another moan at his roughness. something your boyfriend never managed to do, you were never satisfied with the sexual part of your relationship.

he began rubbing his finger against your clothed core, his ego skyrocketing at the wetness that was already soaking through your panties. "look at you," he murmured, his voice dripping with pride. "so wet for me."

you whimpered in response, your hips bucking against his hand. "jude, please," you begged, the need in your voice unmistakable.

"please what?" he teased, his fingers slipping under the fabric to stroke you directly. "tell me what you want, y/n."

"i want you," you gasped, your body trembling with anticipation. "i need you inside me, jude. now."

"oh yeah?" his voice was hoarse as he gazed down at you, taking in your form. he stopped his movements as he licked his lips, "does he fuck you like i do? tell me."

jude was teasing and you hated it. you also loved it, loved the way he made you work for it.

"no," you admitted breathlessly, your hips moving in a desperate attempt to find some friction. "no one fucks me like you do, jude. only you."

a satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "that's what i thought," he murmured, his fingers resuming their torturous movements. "you're mine, y/n. always have been, always will be."

"please," you begged, your voice breaking with need. "i need you, jude. please."

"aw, poor baby. bet you haven't cum in a while, right? he looks like he doesn't know how to fuck, right?" jude mocked as he leaned in closer to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "he's a damn loser. let me show you how a real man fucks, yeah?"

"please," you repeated as you nodded, too lost in the pleasure to think clearly.

he chuckled softly, clearly relishing the power he held over you. "since you asked so nicely," he said, positioning himself at your entrance. with a single, powerful thrust, he filled you completely, drawing a loud moan from your lips.

the sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain. jude moved with a possessiveness that left you breathless, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

his hands found your hips as he began fucking into you, your body arching to meet his every thrust. each movement was deliberate and intense, a reminder of the connection you shared and the passion that had never truly faded.

"god, you feel so good," he groaned, his grip tightening as he quickened his pace. "so tight, fuck. like you were made for me."

"yes," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him. "only you, jude. no one else."

the words seemed to drive him wild, his thrusts becoming even more frantic as he pushed you both closer to the edge. the room was filled with the sounds of your bodies, each moan and gasp a testament to the intensity of the moment.

"can't get enough of you," he muttered, his voice rough with emotion. "i need you, y/n. always."

"always," you echoed, your own voice trembling with the force of your feelings. "i'm all yours, jude."

the coil of pleasure inside you tightened with each thrust, building to a crescendo that left you breathless and desperate for release. jude's movements became almost frenzied, his own need evident as he chased his climax.

"cum for me," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "wanna feel you come around me."

the words sent you over the edge, your body convulsing with the intensity of your orgasm. you cried out his name, the pleasure washing over you in waves that left you trembling and gasping for breath.

jude followed moments later, his own release hitting him with the force of a tidal wave. he buried himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he spilled into you, as if he was reclaiming all over again. for a long moment, you both lay there, tangled together and utterly spent.

finally, he shifted, rolling onto his side and pulling you into his arms. you nestled against him, savoring the warmth and closeness. his fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, a tender gesture that made your heart ache with longing.

"break up with him," he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

"jude..." you moved your head so you could face him, a frown curving your lips. "it's not that easy,"

"you just cheated on him and all it took were a couple drinks." he replied nonchalantly, his voice tinged with annoyance. "obviously he doesn't fuck you well, cause you felt this the moment i touched you."

"it's not just about that," you protested, your voice a mixture of guilt and frustration. "he's a good guy. he treats me well, and i do care about him."

"but you don't love him," jude shot back, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "not the way you love me."

the truth in his words stung, and you knew he was right. but breaking up with your boyfriend wasn't just about ending a relationship; it meant facing the reality of your feelings for jude and the complicated situation you found yourselves in.

"i don't want to hurt him," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

"but you can't keep pretending." he spoke, his gaze never leaving yours. "look, i know... i was selfish."

was, as in past tense. you noted.

"i wasn't thinking about what you wanted and... i knew i wasn't fulfilling your emotional needs. i didn't know what i had til you left," jude continued, his voice sincere. "god, nobody does it like you. i've looked but nobody feels like you and it's deeper than just sex it's..."

he paused, feeling vulnerable as he sighed. where was he even going with this?

"it's everything," jude finally said, his voice softening. "it's the way you make me feel, the way you understand me without me having to say a word. it's the way you laugh, the way you support me, the way you just... get me."

you felt your heart swell at his words, the sincerity in his eyes making you believe every word. it was everything you had wanted to hear, but the reality of your situation made it hard to fully embrace it.

"jude, i need you to understand that this isn't just about you and me," you said gently, trying to convey the complexity of your feelings. "i do care about ben, and breaking up with him is going to hurt him. i can't just ignore that."

"i know," he replied, his hand cupping your cheek. "and i'm not asking you to ignore it. i'm asking you to be honest with yourself and with him. you deserve to be happy, and so does he. even if it means going through some pain first."

you sighed, knowing he was right. it was a difficult decision, but staying in a relationship where your heart wasn't fully invested was unfair to both you and ben.

"okay," you said softly, leaning into his touch. "i'll talk to him. but jude, i need you to promise me something."

"anything," he replied, his eyes full of determination.

"i need you to be all in," you said, your voice steady despite the emotion in your chest. "if we're going to do this, i need to know that you're committed, that this isn't just about the thrill or the sex. i need to know that you're ready for something real."

jude's eyes softened, and he nodded, his hand gently squeezing yours. "i promise, y/n. i'm all in. i want this to work, more than anything. and i'll do whatever it takes to make sure you know that."

with those words, a sense of resolve settled over you. it wouldn't be easy, and there would be challenges ahead, but for the first time, you felt like you were moving in the right direction.

as you lay back in his arms, feeling the warmth and security of his embrace, you knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter. one where you were finally choosing to follow your heart, no matter where it led.

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[barleyo]

Love Machine. (Part Two)

Android! Leon Kennedy X Fem! Reader

A/N: Sorry for the wait! It took me a while to brainstorm ideas for this. Plus, I’ve been super busy lately! However, I have been trying to keep myself out of another hiatus, so, here I am with another fic! Hope you all enjoy, I love you all a whole bunch :)

Wordcount: 1.6K

Tags: Oral (m receiving), face fucking, rough sex, p in v, spit play, hair pulling, sex doll/android, slight degradation, kinda some objectification (?)

Leon became a permanent fixture in (Y/N)’s sex life. She had practically disregarded every other toy she had; none of the cute, little vibrators in her top drawer could do the job for her anymore. She needed something real– well, sort of real.

The longer she owned him, the more attached she got to him, and the less ashamed she became of having him in her possession. She even started to see him as more of a boyfriend, going as far as to keep him almost always on, allowing him to walk around her home freely. 

“Can I? I mean, I don’t know if it’ll do anything for you, but….” (Y/N) was already on her knees, sitting right between Leon’s legs while he sat on the plush couch’s cushion.

“Everything you do does something for me,” he quickly interrupted, running his hand over the cold metal of his belt buckle, a shining addition to the pants she had found for him soon after bringing him home. “Everything.”

Her hands flew up to replace his own. Using the pad of her thumb, she forked the belt open and unzipped his pants. His cock was already stiff and unconstrained, with no boxers to cover the length.

“Ah,” her lips parted slightly at the sight and her tongue darted out quickly to wet them. 

Leon wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it lazy strokes, watching as her eyes focused on the leaking head. “Hm? Look, it’s ready for you,” he said, a huff escaping his nose as he held back a chuckle.

She tried to lean forward to place a lick over the top, but he stopped her. His hand gripped her hair gently and forced her to look up at him. 

“Hey, I’ll guide you, yeah?”

(Y/N) nodded and felt him loosen his grip, but still keep her in place with his hand. Taking the other hand, he smeared the head of his cock over her lips, coating them in a thin sheen of his pre. Her tongue slipped out again, tasting the glossy saltiness, and keeping her tongue out for him.

“Oh, that’s cute, baby. Keep that tongue out for me.”

Leon tapped his heavy tip on her tongue, smiling inwardly at how she tried to curve her tongue to coerce the full length into her mouth. He complied and pushed her head down quickly. Her throat constricted around his cock for a moment before she adjusted. 

She looked at him through her eyelashes as her spit started to dribble down his length and down her chin. Her jaw already ached at how wide her mouth had been split to fit him, but she powered through, eyebrows drawing together and eyes pricking with tears. Pressing her head down one more time before letting her go, he groaned at the tight, warm, wet fluttering of her throat, desperate for air.

“Christ, Leon,” she said with a choked gasp, “didn’t know it’d be that rough.”

“Rough? (Y/N), you don’t even know what rough feels like, you big baby,” Leon said with a dry laugh, clearly trying to get a reaction out of her.

“Yes, I do, and that was it.” She rose up and sat over one of his thighs, wrapping her arms over his shoulders and wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. “Couldn’t even breathe.”

“Well, if you really wanna have the air knocked outta you,” he teased, slightly moving his head and turning to show his dial the best he could. 

“Oh, hell no, you already wear me out enough as it is, Leon.”

“Aw, c’mon, I bet you’ll like it, if you try it.” He tilted his head to the side and offered her the dial again.

(Y/N) pursed her lips for a second while she thought and hovered her fingers over the dial. “Okay, but you have to at least try to be easy with me.” She bit the bullet and switched the dial to rough mode. 

“No promises.”

Leon’s eyes blanked out for a split second, and a red light flashed out from them as he rebooted. For a moment, they just looked at each other, and he only acted when she tried to call out to him.

“Leon–?”

“Been too easy on you, baby.” He pushed her off of his lap and onto the couch, trapping her under his weight. “You getting soft on me? Can’t handle it when ‘m a lil mean?”

“N–no, Leon,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes averted from his. His gaze felt stronger now, she could feel him piercing through her with every look.

“Don’t lie to me. You can’t even look me in my eyes, can you? Hey,” he called, gripping her chin and making him look at him again. “Look at me when I talk to you, you know better, hon.”

She tried to respond, but she couldn’t force herself to. Her mouth and eyes went dry. Leon sighed, his breath short and warm as he pulled her body down to the other end of the couch.

“If you won’t talk, I’ll use your mouth ‘til you have somethin’ to say.” He hovered over her face with his thighs on either side of her head. Without any hesitation, Leon bottomed out in her throat, feeling the back of it. It was smooth and warm against his shaft, and the squeezing of (Y/N)’s choked gurgling only prompted him to fuck it harder. “Oh,” he chuckled darkly, “there, sweet girl. Got such a nice mouth, feels so good wrapped around me. Could use you like this forever.”

She reached up and grabbed onto the thick muscle of one of his thighs, bracing herself for his pace. He pulled out after a moment, moving down so that he had her trapped still, legs caging around her hips. She whined and coughed a bit, grimacing at Leon’s smirking face. 

“All that cryin’ n’ moaning needs to stop, baby. Are y’ready to be a big, tough girl f’me?”

(Y/N)’s voice was croaking and wheezy as she spoke. “Yes, I can do it– can be good for you,” she said.

“Good.” Leon was already pulling her pants off of her, tossing them far over his shoulder. He placed her legs over his waist and slotted himself between them. He let his thumb trail over her clit, just barely touching it. His other hand gripped and held her hips down while she tried to inch them up into his whispering touches. “No, stop all that. I’ll give you what I think you need.” He added a bit more pressure, enough to have the full pad of his thumb pressed against the little bud.

“Please, I need more. Can you fuck me, please?” She impatiently wrapped her legs closely around him, forcing his hand away from her cunt, but pressing his cock right against it. 

“You’re so needy, baby,” he cooed, giving into her and rutting his tip through her slick. “How bad do you want it, huh? How bad?”

“S–so bad, fuck, c’mon, don’t tease me.”

He pressed his lips against hers roughly, gnashing their teeth together and slipping his tongue over hers. There was no softness in the exchange, only rough, red-hot pleasure. Leon finally pushed inside of her. She gasped at the intrusion, despite her begging, the feeling of him pushing into her cunt was unexpected. He fucked into her mouth with his tongue while he started to burry himself deep inside of her. 

Pulling away from the kiss, Leon was slowly pulling in and out of (Y/N)’s pussy, observing how her face contorted. “Open, (Y/N).” 

Her eyebrows were furrowed a bit, a reaction to the sudden sharp thrust from him. She parted her lips and let a moan bubble in her chest when she felt his spit hit her tongue. 

“Swallow. Swallow, dirty girl,” he urged, eyes glued to her mouth as he watched her hold it in her mouth greedily. She swallowed it and opened her mouth again to him, showing him the proof. “Good girl, you listen to me so well when you want to,” he said, caressing her face softly. 

She nodded and bit down on her bottom lip. A soft, content sigh left her. Leon was being relatively gentle with her, until he felt a sharp squeeze from her walls.

“How’re you already close? I haven’t hardly done anything to you,” Leon said, trailing his hands down to her waist. He held onto her sides, hard enough to bruise later, and moved her body down on his cock, sliding her up and down like a toy. “If you’re gonna cum, you might as well cum nice n’ hard, yeah?” 

He didn’t wait for an answer, and instead scooped her into his arms briefly while he laid on his back. She sat, straddling him, waiting for him to move her body. She took possession of his shoulder, digging her nails into the skin while he brought her hips up and down, bringing her to the very tip of his cock, and slamming her back to the base with brutal strokes. 

She couldn’t last very long, soon throwing her head over his shoulder and gripping his blonde hair in her fingers, pulling at his scalp tightly with a deep, guttural moan. Thin globs of her arousal dripped down his cock and onto the couch, leaving wet spots over the fabric. 

“Oh, that was a good one,” he said, feeling his cock kick in her, prodding at her g-spot and overstimulating her. He shifted his hips upward in a ruthless strike against her tender, abused pussy. 

“Fuck, Leon, too much,” she mewled, leaning back to look at him again. Her face was flushed and sweaty, eyes heavy and lidded from her orgasm. 

“No such thing,” he said, pushing her down on the couch again, holding her weak arms above her head and rutting into her. “This time, I wanna see your cute lil’ face when you cum. Can you do that for me? Hm, baby?”

[sexy-monster-fucker]

going absolutely crazy there is absolutely no sub!hoffman x reader in the world… so I am very humbly asking.. for brat Hoffman and dom female reader… pretty please with a cherry on top

I have been thinking about this Fic ever since it got submitted and just haven’t been able to bring myself to write it. happy to finally be able to dedicate the effort I wanted to for this! :D

Brat Sub!Mark Hoffman x Dom!Reader

CW: bondage, choking, hair pulling, biting, unprotected p in v, creampie,

a/n: Mark Hoffman is most definitely the ultimate switch

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You stood at your table tinkering with one of your newest traps for your next game. Following the instructions John had left for you. You were always good at following orders.

The man who stood in the room with you on the other hand was not.

Mark Hoffman. One of the other many workers for John Kramer, a.k.a. the Jigsaw killer. He had been alongside him much longer than you. That fact made him cocky. Holding himself to a higher standard than you and the others. Unlike the rest of you, he had not been given a traditional game to play and win. Simply being taken under John’s wing.

Mark was kneeled down inspecting some of the loose parts under his table. Trying to find a way to make this trap his own.

“He gave you instructions for a reason, you know,” you chimed in still focused on your trap in front of you. An annoyed look was shot over his shoulder as he rose to his feet. Scoffing at your statement and walking over to you. “I’m aware of that,” a simple statement as he hovered over you. Mark had a habit of going off book. Something you knew better than.

You continued with your work, ignoring the looming man. Attaching parts to the chair for the upcoming game. Squatted down in his shadow. He admired your ass in front of him. Loving the days he got to be here alone with you.

Mark had taken a liking to you when you were first introduced to him. Surviving a game and becoming one of Jigsaw’s apprentices was no easy task. You were special to him. Not like Amanda or Lawrence. Something about you made him crave you. You were innovative, brilliant, and beautiful on top of it.

Often spending late nights in the shop together. Sometimes leading to some rather intimate moments. You sat up on the table leaned back trying to take a break. Mark stood directly in front of the table. Finding his place between your spread legs. Hooded eyes darting up to him. Stiffening your posture to be face to face with him. One of his large hands caressed your cheek, falling into his touch. Your hand joining his. Lips finding their place on yours.

“Can you hand me that screw driver over there?”

Mark snapped back into reality. Passing the screw driver over to you. Intently watching you work on the contraption. Your knees were growing uncomfortable on the cement floor. Feeling Mark’s eyes on your ass and how your tight jeans hugged it. You leaned forward really stretching yourself to make sure he got the best view possible.

“Mark…” you doed your eyes up at him, “Can you help me?”

“What do you need?”

“I just really want to make sure this trap works right. Can you sit down and let me attach it to you?”

Mark laughed at your question. Mockery written on his body language. “As if I would ever do something like that.”

Rising to your feet, you held your hands in front of your body, swaying back and forth slightly. Puppy dog eyes staring up at him. You saw his expression lighten softly.

“It’s not fully operational yet. I just want to make sure you can’t get out of the hand locks without the key,” you fluttered your lashes at him.

You watched as his nostrils flared. Internally fighting himself from giving in to you. But you looked so innocent and sweet batting your eyes up at him. He growled to himself.

You danced your fingers up his exposed forearm. Nails grazing his skin softly. “Please, Mark?”

Heat ran through his veins. A soft glow painting his cheeks as his lips tightened together. Heavy eyes staring into yours.

“Fine,” Mark grumbled. Stomping over to the chair you had been working on. Sitting with his arms behind his back. You gleamed squatting behind the chair and guiding his hands into the confines. A loud locking mechanism confirming that his hands were not getting out on their own. Mark tugged and fought against the cuffs. Groans and grunts fell from him. Showing you that no one was getting out of them.

“Alright. You got what you wanted. Unlock me now,” Mark growled. You twirled the key ring around your finger. You tapped your finger against your cheek pretending to debate his demands. “Hmmm. I dunno. I kinda like how you look tied up,” you teased. Sensual eyes meeting his.

“Ha Ha. Real funny, Y/N. I’m not playing around, let me out,” Mark bared his teeth at you. Shit-eating grin painted your face. His eyes widened seeing the thought behind your eyes. Growing more frustrated by the second. You walked around the back of the chair, resting your arms on his shoulders. Hands running over them and lying against his chest. A soft moan being pulled from him at your touch. You rested your torso against his back, lips finding their place by his ear. Breasts pressed into his back, arousing him. You pulled his earlobe between your teeth. “You’re gonna have to earn your freedom, pretty boy,” you whispered. Chills ran down his body. Thoughts of you going to his cock. Breath hitching in his throat with your touch.

You ran your fingers through his hair, softness painting his demeanor. You locked your fingers in his hair, tugging his head back revealing his neck. A whimper fell from him. Your eyes lit up at the noise he made. Not thinking he was the type for whimpering. You pressed your lips to his neck, sucking and kissing at the soft flesh. Leaving purple marks all over his neck. Mark moaned meekly. Eyes squinted shut, enjoying the feeling of you.

"I didn't know sounds like this would come out of you, Detective," you whispered in his ear. Walking around the chair, his lust blown eyes tracking your every move. You gripped the arms of the chair, leaning down to be nose to nose with him. Lips mere inches apart. Soft, desperate eyes stared into yours. His lips slightly parted as he stared at the bit of cleavage that showed through your tank top. Your finger led his gaze up to your eyes. "I'll keep looking where I want," Mark smirked as his eyes fell back to your chest.

Your lip twitched. There was the asshole Mark you knew.

You wrapped your hand around his thick neck, manicured nails digging into his soft flesh. A loud moan falling from him, vibrating your hand. Blue eyes meeting yours. "Good boy," you grinned. His eyes fluttered with your words, the pet name clearly to his liking. You planted a sweet kiss against his plump lips. His body chased yours as you pulled away. His eyebrows furrowed.

Your fingers tugged at the tie around his collar. Loosening the knot and pulling it from his neck. Small breaths fell from Mark as your fingers found the buttons on his shirt. Undoing them one by one until you were on your knees in front of him. The last button directly above his belt buckle. Sensual eyes glancing up at him. Slightly hunched as he stared slack jawed at you. You bit at your lip as you stared at the outline of his hardening member through his slacks. Placing a soft kiss on it, pulling a groan from Mark.

"You want me to..."

"YES" Mark interrupted you. His face flush from his clear excitement.

You smirked up at him. Sitting back on your legs and straightening your back. "Awfully eager. I wanna hear you beg for it," you teased him.

Mark rolled his eyes, throwing his head around with them. Ignoring you as he pushed his lips together. A slight twitch on his brow. You frustrated him, but that's what made it fun. His brow told you he was not going to play along with you. You sat with a look of waiting on your face.

Mark wrapped his thick legs around you. Trapping you in his grasp against his groin. You shot a look of frustration up at him. “This is not how you’re going to get your way with me,” you gritted your teeth. A deep chuckle escaped him. You were beyond annoyed with him. "Please, Y/N," he began, "I need you to..."

You grinned ear to ear. "Need me to what, Mark?"

"Need you to touch me," he admitted.

Your hands undid his belt, pulling it through all the loops and throwing it behind you. Staring as you watched his cock grow harder as you toyed with the button of his pants. Pulling the zipper down and pulling his clothed cock from his pants. Mark's legs quivered with your touch his head thrown back loving the feeling. You placed an open mouthed kiss on him. His boxers already damp with his pre-cum. You traced his member with the tip of your finger. Loving how his cock would twitch when you would hit that certain spot he liked.

"Are you just going to play with me or fuck me already?" Mark groaned with a roll of his hips.

You cocked an eyebrow up at him, "No patience at all." You wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking him through his boxers. His body jerked at the sudden friction, eyes widening as he looked down at you. "Oh fuck," he moaned bucking into your hand.

"You better quit moving or I will stop all together," you gritted your teeth. Wanting to be the one taking care of things on your own terms. Mark's body froze, a shaky breath escaping him. Swallowing heavy as his face contorting in pleasure.

"There you go, pretty boy. Let me take care of you for a bit," you kissed the tip of his cock. Licking over the moist fabric feeling the slit on his head through it. You twisted your wrist around his throbbing member.

Pulling away and rising to your feet suddenly. An angry grunt coming from Mark at the loss of contact. You leaned over, freeing his cock from its confines. The cold air making him jump. You licked your lips at the sight of him.

"Please. I need you," Mark's eyes were squinted shut. Cock throbbing and leaking, begging you to come take care of him. You slowly stripped your lower half down, stepping out of your pants and panties. His mouth was agape at the sight of your bare pussy. Practically drooling, his eyes unable to look away from you. You strutted over to him, straddling his lap. His arms fighting with the confines, instinctively wanting to caress your curves. A mild look of frustration painted him now.

You grabbed his cock by the base, sinking down on the hard member. Mark's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Any prior frustration washing away. Lost in how you engulfed him. You hopped up and down on him, his thick cock stretching you perfectly. Watching how his face contorted with every movement of you. Moans poured from his sweet lips. Curses and your name gambled together.

Both of you lost in ecstasy for a moment. Mark's eyes found their place on your chest, watching your breasts bounce with your thrusts. Hooded eyes begged to be buried in them. He leaned forward, his face finding itself in your cleavage. Lips kissing and biting at the tender flesh. Your hands tangled in his hair holding him against you. Teeth grazing your nipple through your shirt. Your head thrown back as you fucked him. You felt his cock twitch inside you.

"You gonna cum in me? Gonna fill me up? I want you inside me, pretty boy. Come on, I know you can do it," you encouraged him. Speeding up your motions, his hips meeting your thrusts half way. You felt your walls contorting around him, his head hitting a perfect spot inside you. The friction of his pelvis against your clit edging you along.

"We can do it together. Come on, Mark. Be a good boy for me and cum," you purred. Your walls spasmed with each smack of hips. Mark nodded aggressively, "I'll do anything for you. Promise I'll do it for you. Fuck, please, Y/N. Feels so fucking good."

"Good boy. Fill me up," you kissed his lips. Sharing in your moaning as you felt your orgasm rip through you. Walls milking his cock. Mark's hips buckled up flush against you as he came inside you. Small erratic thrusts as he finished. Lips kissed through your highs. Your hands held both sides of his face, foreheads pressed together. You felt his cum and your slick pooling around the base of his cock. You remained in your same position.

Mark smiled breathing heavily. It was not often a smile painted his face so genuinely. You enjoyed seeing him so happy.

"Did I earn getting out?"

"Of course you did, handsome."

~~~

[END]

// Thank you for reading! This is only my second work for Mark Hoffman and I would love to write more about him. If you want to be tagged in the future, please let me know. Requests are always open! //

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Aqua's Pirates SMP Fanfic Recommendations (c. Aug 2024)

As a Pirates fic writer myself, am I sad about how few Pirates fics there are in our AO3 tag? Absolutely, and I'm working to change that, one fic at a time. In the meantime, here are some of my fic recs that I particularly enjoyed while in this fandom so far and would like to share with the class.

Note: This post does not include fics that I myself have written or works that were created by content creators directly involved with series canon production (to my knowledge).

(Mostly) Canon Compliant

Aftermath of a Falling Star by KomodoKalia

Is slightly canon non-compliant as of the finale but to a mostly negligible degree

Takes place after Dec 8th streams but before Scott's stream epilogue

In which p!Scott is not coping well after the events of that lore finale; heed the content warnings

One-shot; completed (3.2K words)

CW: Bittersweet ending (but heavy on bitter for most of the fic), blood, canon character death (described semi-graphically), grief, mental health issues, suicide ideation, survivor guilt, trauma; heavy angst, I cried reading this at least once

Be More Careful by Abyss101

Takes place before Oct 10th streams

In which p!Ros tends to p!Sausage's wounds and they are friends

One-shot; completed (1.0K words)

CW: Blood and injury

binary hosts by twice_past

Takes place over the course of the SMP

In which p!Martyn tries and fails to not get attached to those he doesn't think are real, and there are 1.5 hugs

Ft. p!Sausage, p!Scott, p!Owen, p!Bek, and p!Oli

One-shot; completed (4.2K words)

CW: V-Tuber lore-typical unreality

Bubble Bath by funkily

Estimated to take place early in the series

In which p!Martyn gets a bubble bath and there is tender domesticity, ft. p!Sausage

One-shot; completed (1.7K words)

CW: Exactly two (2) double entendres (made in canon), non-sexual nudity, mild V-Tuber lore-typical unreality

climb ye higher by sesquidpedalian

Takes place at an ambiguous point in the series; I'd estimate between Chapters 1 and 2

In which p!Scott and p!Owen talk about family and legacy; character study

One-shot; completed (2.0K words)

CW: Bad parenting, mental health issues

The Curse Of The Golden Raiders by Panalian

Takes place during the Sept 29th streams

p!Martyn-centric; livestream retelling of p!Martyn and p!Sausage's Golden Beard quest curse messages

One-shot; completed (4.3K words)

CW: Hallucinations, mental health issues

drown your sorrows by jaz_it_up [Archive-locked]

Takes place early in the series

Crossover with Hermitcraft (and to a lesser extent, the Life series)

In which p!Scar is the same man as the silly tycoon from Hermitcraft Season 8, the "great sea-beast" that "sunk the Flying Jellie" was Moon Big, and being the sole survivor of a world-ending disaster is not good for a person's mental health

One-shot; completed (1.2K words)

CW: Alcohol, death, grief, mental health issues, suicide ideation, trauma

i have seen deer split open on the road by sesquidpedalian

Takes place after Sept 3rd streams

p!Owen-centric; p!Owen and p!Scott relationship study

One-shot; completed (3.5K words)

CW: Alcohol, grief, queerphobia (canon-compliant, discussed)

Ink Isn't Just For Maps by Panalian

Takes place early in the series

In which the pirates had their faction's bird wings tattooed across their backs

Follows p!Martyn, p!Owen and p!Scott, and p!Acho

One-shot; completed (1.8K words)

CW: Alcohol, Aurelia and Hudson Denholm's A+ parenting (/sarc, briefly mentioned), blood, dead bodies (intrusive thoughts), injury, needles

It's tough to be a God (Tread where mortals have not trod) by Panalian

Takes place at the end of and after Oct 26th streams

"Why rely on a God when you can just become one?" In which p!Martyn steals the Sunset Stone and learns that his actions have consequences

One-shot; completed (2.4K words)

CW: Non-consensual body modification, panic attacks

message in a bottle by oRIrelish

Chapter 1 takes place pre-canon; Chapter 2 takes place post-finale

Letters from p!Scott to p!Acho while the latter is presumed/confirmed dead

Two-shot; completed (982 words)

CW: Abandonment, canon character death, grief, mental health issues

Severe Weather Warning by Abyss101

Presumably takes place sometime during Chapter 3

p!Owen-centric; in which a thunderstorm hits while many of the cast are out at sea

One-shot; completed (2.8K words)

CW: Drowning, near-death experiences, thalassophobia

This Ship Will Carry Our Bodies Safe To Shore by Disorganised_Bagel

Takes place during the Aug 27th streams

p!Ros-centric; livestream retelling of p!Ros and p!Michela sailing to the Corrupted Island (and getting lost along the way)

One-shot; completed (1.0K words)

Wide Open Skies Ahead (Here's Where I Lay Myself Down) and All My Aching Bones Are Trembling (And I May Yet Fall Apart) by Disorganised_Bagel

First fic takes place early in the series, second fic takes place during/shortly after the Dec 8th streams

p!Ros character study at the start and end of the SMP

Both are one-shots; completed (644 words, 1.4K words)

CW (second fic only): Implied/referenced canon character death, dissociation, fire, mental health issues, unhappy ending

Your Hat is in Fragments by solarvampire

Takes place early in the series

Contains references to Hermitcraft, the Life series, and Rats SMP

In which p!Martyn and p!Scar both have secrets to keep, but one remembers more than the other

One-shot; completed (1.4K words)

CW: 2nd person POV, open-ish ending, past character death, trauma

Alternate Universe

But I am Bone and Blood by BananaTheIntellectual

Technically canon-divergent AU

Takes place sometime before mid-August in the canon timeline

p!Scott and Heron faction-centric; in which the Denholm parents want to know if our generation of Herons are up to their standards, which goes about as well as you'd expect

Multi-chapter; completed (14.9K words)

CW: Aurelia and Hudson Denholm's A+ parenting (/sarc); alcohol, bittersweet ending, blood and injury, death in childbirth (discussed briefly), mental health issues, slut-shaming (briefly), trauma; heavy angst

Ships: Background Sausage/Scott (has a few paragraphs but is a minor part of the fic as a whole), other background ships

Enemy Faces Look The Safest by TheJinxedGhost

Childhood Friends AU

Would take place at an ambiguous point in canon, but I'd estimate early on due to the characters involved

In which p!Tubbo's ship sinks in a storm, and p!Scar helps

One-shot; completed (2.3K words)

CW: Bittersweet ending, grief, minor character death, near-death experience

I feel I am sinking and sailing to swim (over and over) by fruitylynn

Time loop AU

In which p!Martyn is trapped in the game loop and has to go through the SMP all over again

One-shot; completed (949 words)

CW: Glitch text, mental health issues, unhappy ending, V-Tuber lore-typical unreality, whump

Interdimensional by AstronautBeans

AU in which p!Martyn is actually somewhat honest to at least one person about who he really is

Would take place at an ambiguous point in canon

p!Martyn-centric; in which p!Martyn is the Datastream Defender, p!Sausage is a world-hopper, and there is hurt/comfort

CW: Mental health issues, V-Tuber lore-typical unreality

looked a little lost at sea by horsegirlceret [Archive-locked]

AU in which everyone has a dæmon like in His Dark Materials (i.e. an animal representing a person's soul)

Estimated to take place between Sept 22nd and Sept 26th in the canon timeline

Kite faction-centric; in which the Faction Isles have an annual boat race and someone has gotta go win it

Multi-chapter; in progress as of time of posting (4K+ words)

CW: Alcohol mention

Mission Brief by savannah_owl

Star Trek AU; crossover with the Life series

p!Martyn and Kestrel-centric; in which the Kestrels make secret plans to go to war against a rogue p!Tubbo

One-shot; completed (2.4K words)

Of Low Tides, Luck And Loaded Guns by savannah_owl

Non-canon compliant backstory AU

Estimated to take place about a decade pre-canon

In which a pirate captain speaks of his past, and p!Sausage rights some past wrongs

One-shot; completed (2.8K words)

CW: Alcohol, domestic abuse (past), gun violence, misogyny and objectification of women (by an unsympathetic character), sexual harassment (briefly by an unsympathetic character), violence

when this song is over by captainschaos

Came Back Wrong / Church of Iris AU

Estimated to take place between Dec 2nd and the finale in the canon timeline

p!Bek-centric; in which p!Bek is working for Iris and is sent to kidnap others on the Isles (tagged as Ambiguous/Open Ending but I consider it bittersweet)

Multi-chapter; completed (10.8K words)

CW: Kidnapping, memory alteration

Shipping

Dream Of The Devil And He Shall Appear by StormChaosfox

Ships: Martyn/Scott, other background ships

Crossover with the Life series

In which p!Scott has dreams and flashes of Limited Life, and p!Martyn might know a thing or two about that

Technical one-shot (sequels are on Tumblr); completed (3.1K words)

CW: Alcohol, discussions of hypothetical and past character death

I'd Follow You To The Great Unknown (Off To A World We Call Our Own) by Millyate20lemonshelp

Ships: Aimsey/Guqqie

Canon compliant; takes place shortly after the July 30th streams (AKA shortly after SMP Launch Day)

p!Aimsey-centric; in which p!Aimsey and p!Guqqie reunite in the afterlife

One-shot; completed (452 words)

CW: Bittersweet ending, canon character death

Pirates!Epilogue AU by SilentSilverBee

Ships: Caer/Will (note: this ship would have been canon if the worldbuilding had added up), background Graecie/Madeleine

Technically canon-compliant AU

Takes place several years post-canon

In which there is major character undeath to be had, and maybe p!Will gets a delayed bittersweet ending instead of being doomed by the narrative three times over

Series; ongoing as of time of posting (2.5K+ words)

CW: Alcohol, canon character death, Gavin Renais' A+ parenting (/sarc)

Note: If you have no idea who half of these characters are, I strongly recommend going over the Luscinia subplot (spanning the p!Will and p!Shep POVs)

royal ghosts and realisations by codesandstuff

Ships: Bek/El (ambiguous), other background ships (background Sausage/Scott is explicitly named)

Canon universe; would take place at an ambiguous point in canon, but I'd guess sometime before October in the canon timeline

p!Bek-centric; in which there are p!Bek and p!El relationship discussions

One-shot; completed (1.9K words)

CW: Potential discussions of amatonormativity

schroedinger's boyfriend, observed by GoodTimesWithScar

Ships: Martyn/Oli

Modern AU; crossover with Rats and Empires Season 2

In which c!Oli is a plural system consisting of e2!Oli, p!Oli, and r!Oli, and c!Martyn cracks that

One-shot; completed (2.5K words)

CW: Dissociation, identity issues

sing it again, but softer by codesandstuff

Ships: El/Water, other background ships

Spy/Secret Agent AU

Has references to the WitchCraft SMP and the QSMP but prior knowledge of those SMPs is not required to understand this fic

p!El gets promoted and navigates life from there

One-shot; completed (3.7K words)

you touched my hand with a grin by GoodTimesWithScar

Ships: El/Water, Jeffery/Water (past)

Canon universe; takes place a few months post-canon

p!Water-centric; in which p!El and p!Water go on a picnic date after everything goes down

One-shot; completed (1.9K words)

CW: Grief

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Crossover fics are actually pretty common in this fandom, but I mostly left them out because many of them don't actually focus on the Pirates side of things, which honestly defeats the whole point of this rec list

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Aizawa, Present Mic, and All Might for the character ask!!

thank you anon!! here we go:

aizawa:

favorite thing about them

god i was hoping someone would ask aizawa for this but also. picking one fave thing is so so hard

this is kind of cheating but my fave thing might be...contrasts. like how in so much of his screentime he's lazing around, so languid and barely present, and then when needed he explodes into motion with this insane fighting style that's clearly the product of years and years of hard work. and how he has his whole strict teacher thing where he is harsh and scares kids on purpose, but is also capable of this incredible gentleness - the overhaul arc alone has so many examples, him with ochako & mirio & izuku...argh. his flat neutral monotone that then makes it so impactful when it breaks, like when he finds out about shirakumo/kurogiri and there's this incredible rage. i love that he's easy to interpret as kind of a hypocrite! it's extremely fun to play with in fic. i love that iconic all might line in the ep where aizawa's introduced - in your own strange way you're a very kind man, aizawa - and like that's...that's the thing. the kind and the strange. you've gotta have both for it to feel like aizawa

god this is already so long. please know that i could continue for like 19 more things and am actively restraining myself from doing so. thank you.

least favorite thing about them

hmmm i was gonna say the fact that he is a relatively minor character in this anime, but i wonder if he'd have quite the same impact for me if there wasn't that space to kind of read around the canon moments?

so i guess maybe the ways he falls victim to other flaws in the logic of the show, its biases and faults...mineta is a big one. i actually kind of hate the scenes where aizawa kind of offhand scolds/warns mineta for stuff bc it's so...inadequate. and kind of more damning than if he was never shown responding to it at all. but as with everything else concerning mineta i find it's best to just ignore it entirely

favorite line

"There's a difference between sacrifice for others and throwing your life away." and the parts that follow (approximate bc this was me scribbling down quotes while i watched): "When these naive kids get the two mixed up, I can expel them, give them a little death so they'll learn. That way they know what's at stake and they'll strive to reach even higher."

i just adore this encapsulation of the strange kindness embedded in his weird teaching philosophy. and maybe my favourite thing in this show is how it grapples over and over again with the intersection of self-sacrifice and self-destruction (even if for me it's maybe better at asking these questions than answering them).

it's also just very satisfying to have been writing aizawa having this exact perspective for years and then seeing it laid out so simply. there is a difference. and he's dedicating his life to trying to teach it to these kids.

brOTP

okay it's weird to use the word bro about a mentor-student relationship, but if we're taking this one to mean any platonic dynamic then...gestures to the number of midoriya & aizawa fics i've written. i just think they're neat...and i love aizawa's perspective on self-sacrifice playing off the way my boy mido is just...Like That

but also eri!! and shinsou. and i've been enjoying the hints of midnight-aizawa friendship in vigilantes especially

OTP

erasermic...honestly i find their dynamic equally interesting whether it's platonic or romantic but still. way back in 2018 when i first wrote bnha fic, i was very erasermic-focused. i enjoy the flavour that's v common in fic where they just in the background are secretly married, it's very cute. but in my heart of hearts i have a particular attachment to the erasermic variety where they have not at all figured their shit out by the time canon starts, bc i think it's so juicy and excellent if there's been some level of longing there for fifteen years, but they're still for one reason or another holding each other at arms length

nOTP

i don't really care for eraserjoke. i'm only just about capable of enjoying the joke of their interactions anyway, but if you put genuine romantic intent there then...bleh

random headcanon

torn between doing a sad one or a funny one. uhhh (spins mental wheel) i think he had a terrible energy drink phase in his early 20s in which he was like it's fine it's fine i can utilise caffeine to stay awake longer when required. it's logical. it's fine. and then it very much wasn't fine and since then he cannot even look at one without feeling a little bit sick

also sneaky second one: like many characters in this show, i do think he has some level of chronic pain. bc holy shit those usj injuries.

unpopular opinion

uhhhhhh. i don't know how many of my aizawa opinions are truly unpopular. i guess...i often see in fics him referring to his kids as stuff like hellions/hell class to their face. which i get bc i think it probs started out in more lighthearted crack fics etc and then spread through fanon. but I was surprised in rewatch by how formal and at times polite he is to the kids, like he's blunt but I think his variation of strictness precludes that kind of thing. behind their backs...possibly

song i associate with them

oh man I actually…don't have any aizawa songs. which is wild given how much real estate he occupies in my brain. if other people have aizawa songs, please tell me them

favorite picture of them

best hairstyle best look...i could and do stare at the gif version all day

i can't believe how long this has gotten....others below the cut

mic:

favorite thing about them

performance!!! how the idea of performing yourself is so baked into the whole character! the levels where like...it seems like an intentional joyful performance, but can also have sad flavours of hiding behind a mask to stay safe. and it's also very fun to bounce him off aizawa, who I think also performs himself if in a different way

i accidentally scrolled really far back in my notes app the other day and found a bunch of notes-form fic from 2018ish, one of which included a note at the end reading "loving present mic is lgbt culture bc complicated relationship with self-performance and artifice and also have you seen the way he dresses" and honestly. i stand by it

least favorite thing about them

once again i was briefly tempted to say the fact that he is such a minor character, but also i do enjoy that space to expand on stuff myself

okay this feels mean but...when i switched from subs to dubs i liked all the new voices pretty much immediately...except mic's. it's a reasonable choice to dial into the goofiness like that but...it took some getting used to for me for sure

favorite line

"Some people have arbor ardor but I'm more of a city kitty, ya dig?"

this. is the perfect line of dialogue actually. no notes. i think about it and the textpost referring to it as "the most delightfully gay thing" said tumblr user had ever heard...all the time.

the wordplay. having fun with language. the phrase city kitty in itself. we don't deserve present mic.

brOTP

shirakumo...it's interesting to me that the vibe i got from vigilantes is the strongest friendships in the trio aren't between mic & aizawa? like they are friends for sure but I got the vibe both of them were closer with shirakumo than they were with each other. that shirakumo mic friendship ahhh...

and I'm forever thinking about that panel of aizawa climbing the rope, mic left on the ground. aizawa coping in a very specific way that kind of…leaves mic behind. mic's grief. the feeling that he's lost both his closest friends all at once. ahhh.

OTP

hey look it's erasermic again

nOTP

i don't really have one! i don't often see him shipped with people other than aizawa honestly

random headcanon

i sprinkled a bunch of mic headcanons into the last chapter of swim or drown that i still like a lot...one is a little mention of him cooking. i like the idea of him being one of those people who doesn't like to make a recipe the same way twice, measuring with his heart and playing around a lot with big flavours...everything he makes either slaps or is inedible

unpopular opinion

hmmmm i think a lot of the time he gets kind of morphed into this profoundly well-adjusted dude to play off aizawa, and i don't necessarily object to that! i've arguably done it myself. and it's part of the comedy of taking these two weirdos and deciding they have a profoundly functional domestic relationship off-screen.

but i find it interesting to consider the inverse too - with his rage, especially. one of his earliest scenes is him suggesting using his quirk on a bunch of random journalists (maybe as a joke but...hm). and there's a line about what he's gonna do to the people responsible for making nomu that made me go "MIC. BUD" out loud to my screen. i think it's entirely possible he has dealt emotionally with...nothing, ever.

song i associate with them

i hadn't consciously connected this before, but thinking about it i think dirty imbecile by the happy fits could be a mic song

favorite picture of them

if i can cheat and use a gif then it's this:

i just love his wind-ups to gestures so much. he's so extra and it rules

all might:

favorite thing about them

how hard he tries. all that work for all those years because he cares about people and wants them to be safe. i love that little shot of young toshinori running towards the future like...even with all that insane power, it's about the work of it. the long, hard graft of trying to make the world safer

least favorite thing about them

i.......sometimes find the america gimmick distractingly silly

favorite line

gah i think it's the line after kamino to midoriya when he says "I will dedicate myself to raising you." like......them......and i also really love the whole speech where he talks about deciding he's going to live. idk it really moves me to see him discovering new purpose after he'd accepted that he was going to basically destroy himself for the world. picking yourself back up after that...finding new things to keep you going...

brOTP

midoriya!!! the mutual admiration, the devotion, all might bringing izuku into this world he's longed for for so long, izuku making all might remember the hope and idealism that almost burned out of him after all those lonely years. i'm nuts about it

OTP

i kind of like aroace all might honestly!! erasermight is cute though...

nOTP

don't really have one

random headcanon

hmmm i imagine him being kind of relieved when the dorm system was implemented and all the teachers start living on campus too. i imagine his living spaces at least for the last few years or so have always been...large, objectively comfortable, but very empty and lonely

unpopular opinion

aha this one might be very unpopular, but of all the stuff all might gets criticised for from the early eps, i actually get him telling mido he can't be a hero the most...it's definitely still bad! but i can really see it from his POV...like he's basically been fighting a war for decades. and for like 5 years he's been doing it basically alone, the people in his life unwilling to watch him do this to himself anymore. and it feels so necessary and vital and also he can feel his ability to do it draining more and more everyday, this awareness that any day now he might fall and leave a space for all that darkness to sweep back in...i feel like if any teenager, any child, looked at you and asked if they could head out onto that battlefield too, without even the weapon you've relied so heavily on...no is a really understandable answer! not a good answer, but very explicable in character terms at least

song i associate with them

the whole beat the champ album by the mountain goats is about wrestling, which i really like as a bnha heroes analogue because it's about fighting but also artifice, deliberate creation of identity, so a lot of beat the champ songs ping me when i think about bnha heroes and all might especially...there's a part in the legend of chavo guerrero that always makes me think about all might and midoriya: "and I need justice in my life, here it comes"

favorite picture of them

okay i love the whole scene in the forest where they're bathed in this golden light but also. maybe instead it's this:

iconic

[sparklecryptid]

moose intro v 2.0

it's been two years since my last intro post, time for a new one I GUESS.

edit 14/05/2024: if you're here for the book post i have muted notifications for it HOWEVER yeah i started writing it. its tagged here. side stories will be made available on either paetron or ko-fi (eventually).

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basics: i'm moose, i have been moose for 10+ years, i am over 21 and my pronouns are any, and thats all you need to know

I Like Fibre Arts (Knitting, Crochet) I'm teaching myself how to spin too

I have many opinions on many things. I do not tag for those opinions. If you follow you will see those opinions at some point.

I am disabled. Physically I got stuff going on. Mentally I also got stuff going on. Sometimes there will be stuff here about that.

i have MANY OCs but they only get their own tag if i get attached to them and decide that they are getting a fic.

i write what comes to mind. i am a fic writer. i do the fic thing.

i also have like two original writing projects im working on. for reasons.

one last point:

[ghostwise]

Self-Rec Tag Game 🌹

Rules: share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.) Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.

Tagged by @palipunk and @isayashai thank you sm ;v; 💞 I will tag @s1ithers @coldshrugs @arcann @vlwv @ruushes if you like!

Something you absolutely adore:

Four Little Crows off to Meet the Maker :: This is chapter 1 of my Antivan long-fic, Quinta de Talpa, and it sets up Zevran and Hamal's quest to oppose the Crows while also serving as a 'marriage proposal' fic. I think it's a punchy start to a really long project, and I adore it! It motivates me to continue. :)

The door to their room opened before he could knock, and Hamal looked at him, brow furrowed, eyes heavy with lack of sleep. In one quick sweep, he took in the blood-stained clothes. Zevran shook his head. He pushed his way in.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I may have… underestimated things.”

2. Something that was challenging to create:

For Suffering is Such a Part :: AO3 :: This is the first long-fic I finished, and it took me years to complete. I found it incredibly daunting to work on anything longer than 1k, but I was deeply attached to the story and couldn't get it out of my head; I dedicated myself to completing it for several months after picking up an old draft. It's set during the Nature of the Beast quest in Origins. I uh still think about it a lot o_ o;

“My! Aren’t you a poet!” Zevran exclaimed, laughing into his wrist. “Am I just a hunk of meat to you?” Grinning broadly at him now, Hamal settled down on one knee, amid beams of sunlight. “Vhenan, to me you are the spring thaw, and all that comes with it.” Zevran looked at him. He blushed to the tips of his ears. He would definitely have to think of sweet things to tell Hamal in revenge—but he was far more poetic in Antivan, and had been caught off guard, so for now he acquiesced. “The things you say,” he told him softly. “Fine, you win. I’m a spring thaw.”

3. Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably):

The Reading Stone :: AO3 :: I love writing silly banter, but I often worry it goes too corny. I fear making anything too tonally dissonant. With this one I just had fun with it, and wrote some ensemble goofiness in Orzammar. :)

“And as I said, there is no need,” Hamal retorts. “You all sound like Ashalle. I can get by just fine without glasses.”

“Not if we go by all those bruises you’ve collected, walking into corners,” Alistair tuts. “How do you manage in a fight?”

“An enemy is just a big shape. I simply hit it until it stops moving!”

“Maker…”

4. Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.):

All That Matters is That You've Kept on Living :: AO3 :: This was a sweet short piece between Zevran and Isabela. But it felt unpolished and I almost didn't post it! The response was very positive, I was happily surprised. I still feel I can expand on it. Maybe one day. :)They deserve so much love, two of my favorite characters.

Yanking her legs back she tucks them beneath herself and tackles him with a hug, affectionate but very much exasperated.

“You talk about your husband too much, Zevran! No one will ever want to sleep with you!”

Zevran draws in a sharp breath, then he collapses into laughter.

5. Something you want other people to see:

Not a Homecoming, But Something Like It :: AO3 :: Another fic set in Antiva. This one comes very close to being part of QDT, but ultimately it is able to stand alone. Adelmar is mentioned in FSISAP, too, but only through flashbacks. She's an important part of my extended worldstate, as she helps Zevran heal past traumas, and vice versa (she was a prostitute at the brothel he was born in).

“I’m so glad you’re doing well. So tell me,” she scoots closer and looks at him eagerly, “What sort of life did you have, after you were adopted?”

“Adopted?”

By the kitchen counter, Hamal catches the subtle edge in Zevran’s tone. He pauses, holding the knife in his hand as a lull falls over the kitchen table, but he doesn’t know enough Antivan to guess what’s happened.

What’s happened is this: Zevran and Adelmar came from the same place, and know enough about that life to instantly understand that a lie has been told.

“Oh,” Adelmar breathes after a moment. “You… you weren’t adopted.”

Zevran lets out a laugh. It’s his ‘stalling’ laugh, and now Hamal is looking over, arms crossed, searching his face for clues.

“I was not adopted,” he says.

[fleet-off]

Five favorite things about your latest fic, GO!

Eep! Thanks for the lovely ask, anon. So my favorite thing post-posting is all the ways people are pairing “this is bizarre” with compliments in the comments--variations on “strangest kink, somehow wholesome,” “compellingly odd and stunning,” “super weird, I love it,” “didn’t think I’d like this concept as much as I did.” I am so happy to have created something strange that connected with people.

But I think you’re asking about the fic itself, so! Here are five things I got jazzed about while working on won't give up these ghosts. (This...may get long. I am an analytical dork.)

1. Favorite Love Motif: Handholding

Sandalwood smoke tickles his nose and snakes into his lungs. The world is a narrow peninsula--the island of Pete’s body on the table and the familiar hand anchoring him to lands beyond.

For all the consuming, transformative, codependent ways Vegas and Pete love each other--sometimes they’re not very good at it! Figuring it out is a piecemeal process, and one I paralleled with the holding of hands.

Vegas fails to hold Pete’s hand during the faux-funeral. Pete attributes the struggle to lack of practice, but…his own lack of response isn’t helping. He isn’t reading Vegas’s signals--likewise when Vegas practically strangles his hand during the flashback, and Pete accepts his own numb fingers without recognizing the depths of Vegas’s fear.

Of course, Pete does eventually notice. During the aftercare, their hands skim without catching as they check each other for damage. Pete wraps Vegas’s fingers around the water bottle and makes him drink, Vegas grabs Pete’s wrist to get him under the blanket. They’re trying to care for each other’s needs without facing up to their own.

The sex scene contains indirect progression--Vegas ties Pete’s hands together in a prayer pose. The bondage works for both of them and constitutes handholding by proxy, since Vegas is the worshipper here. Pete becomes the shared vessel of their mutual existence.

Pete takes hand-holding initiative in the aftermath--a reciprocation that precipitates Vegas admitting what Pete’s pseudo-deaths do to him. They talk towards a solution, and--with the Great Coffin Compromise--finally manage to tangle their fingers comfortably. Vegas and Pete are learning to make it work.

2. Favorite Too-Clever (Pejorative) Line: Faux-Corpse Repose

Two spots of red bloomed in the man’s chest and gut. The body staggered and fell, performing the twitching dance of a corpse that doesn’t know it’s dead yet. […] So Pete lay on the floor of his and Vegas’s bedroom, limbs askew in the repose of a corpse that has recently received and accepted the news of its passing, and let all thought and emotion leak from his body into the carpet under his head.

Sorry, this juxtaposition always gets me giggling. It’s the sort of device that thinks itself moderately clever, when really it’s modestly clever at best. But this is fanfiction, and it does serve the story, so I allowed myself the indulgence.

…Also the line about how a hole is a hole, Pete’s is full and the grave’s empty, please let’s fuck. I thought I was going to have to cut that and I was so sad about it. It’s crass, it’s very Pete-practical, and it has about three rhetorical devices attached that lend it just this slight poetic edge. It makes me laugh an awful lot. (Thanks to Lily @theflowergirl for encouraging me to keep thinking on this line instead of cutting it!)

3. Favorite Scene Transition: Void

“It’s like being the only stillness in the world,” he said at last. “The wet sand digs into your feet, and the sea is this massive moving thing you’re not a part of, and all you can see is water and sky and dark. And it sees you, but there’s nothing there to see of you. You’re safe. You’re--a void.” *** Death is a void. Death is the bumps and jolts on the road out of Bangkok with Pete strapped across the backseat. Death is the sunbeams slanting through the car window and warming his shroud, and Vegas behind the steering wheel taking care of his body after its intended use has run out.

It’s cheating when there are only two scene transitions in the fic, but what can I say? I've been thinking more on first lines since I read @giraffeter's gorgeous last ten on an ask meme, and I think I managed to start each scene fairly strong in this story! And I am chuffed by the repetition-as-transition here and by this new-scene para more broadly. There's the juxtaposition between dark and light, between being invisible before a limitless sea and being the center of Vegas’s world…and then there’s the throughline--the void, the physical rocking, the safety.

4. Favorite Glimpse of Vegas-POV: Building the Bier

Vegas who loves breaking things and hates to see him broken; Vegas who lives in fear and awe of his shattering. Vegas’s stoic face, hidden from him as he laid the blindfold over Pete’s eyes and made a funeral bier of their dining table. The apology Pete never got to hear.

I loved slipping hints of Vegas’s read for this scene into the story, because parts of it vary wildly from Pete’s interpretations and Pete has no idea. “Made a funeral bier of their dining table” is one of those throwaway lines a Vegas POV would have absolutely fixated on. The significance of transforming the place where they eat, removing its purpose for the sake of a scene where Vegas starves himself to provide for Pete’s needs? Vegas would chew the fuck out of that idea! (And you just know he’d make some contradictory unholy communion of having Pete’s body spread across that table. So many doomed savior metaphors there.)

And because I still can’t help myself with the hole-is-a-hole line--second place is Pete knowing that Vegas must get something from the symbolism of laying claim to him beside the hole he dug to lay him in the ground. Because of course he does. Vegas is absolutely thinking “his body is the crypt, let me be buried here, let me be reborn in him” and a host of similar weird-ass thoughts.

5. Favorite Life Motif: Heartbeat.

Pete is alive as small things are alive the moment before the kill.

Ending with another motif! I threaded Pete’s heartbeat throughout the fic as the physical manifestation of the “buzz” of life. The first portion of the story is disruptions of heartbeat (buried by the blast of his gun, interrupted by the clicker). As Pete fades during the drive, his heartbeat is replaced by facsimiles--the pulse of the engine, the rhythmic thud of the shovel. Not coincidentally, both of these sounds correspond to Vegas taking care of Pete in his afterlife mental space.

Pete’s heartbeat roars back following his safeword, paired with the panic of realizing that the scene hurt Vegas. Then the sex scene marks a sharing of heartbeat--Pete offers “the pounding rhythm that rocks his soul.” This is set up partially via predator/prey imagery (sans any fear from the supposed “prey”), with Vegas biting at Pete's chest and the pulse in his neck. Pete’s heartbeat is overwhelmed at the climax by Vegas’s presence.

And yet! As the death roleplay was a simulation of death without dying, the sex scene is a simulation of dying without death, and all the more life-affirming for it. Pete’s lays Vegas’s head against his pulse in the after, giving him the chance to hear it. And where Vegas’s experience of Pete’s “death” was as his own dying, Pete now feels Vegas’s heartbeat and takes his turn as the simulated predator vampire-style by biting down on the pulse in Vegas’s wrist.

Thanks again for the ask, anon! This is probably more than you asked for, but I had a very fun time thinking on it. ^^

[kaeyapilled]

Tbh I really like the... what's the word. Stuffy??? (That's not quite right but it works) sort of sound Kaeya's eng voice has on the early quests and voicelines, though I think they may have tried to slightly up the animeness(?) of it in some later ones (which doesn't sound bad, either; just an observation). It's very human and feels more like a real, genuine voice than the [generic smooth playboy Femme Fatale: Guys Edition] voice some people seem to think of him with would have.

He is smooth and witty and charismatic sounding by design (both his own in-character and by actual marketing character design), and that's good, and I'm definitely not saying anyone talks like he does irl* - I just appreciate them letting him have that smidge of Some Real Guy voice too. It adds character distinction and charm. Like you can hear it some in the "Knight of Favonius" line I think?? That I do hear people talk like in my daily life.

It's interesting, actually; I'm not actually that familiar with most characters' other language voicings (this is extremely still a stupid gacha game (affectionate) and I have a life, hyperfixation be damned), or know enough about the languages to distinguish tone beyond the most obvious, but there are definitely character differences.

I do often see fans of the Kaeya's Chinese voice complaining about his Eng character being more flirty-toned and sadistic, when in it he's a bit more friend's-older-brother-coded (my own 'what I'm reminded of', though the older-brother-ness sentiment def isn't original to me) and pranksterish. And I saw someone joke at one point that Korean Kaeya is just too chill to be the Kaeya in their fic because he's too calm to be bothered by any of it.

One other example I'm familiar with is Childe: ENG shows anger really well, and is a bit more childish and hypocritical, but [I forgot which language but I think it was Chinese or Japanese?] Childe was more resigned and accepting of Sometimes Lying Happens Back To You, if still upset about it, and slightly more mature about that incident. (I looked into his because I saw someone saying they thought that made more sense with him being someone who had to tolerate the Abyss, and I got curious.) And Korean Childe sounds slightly more violent, in my opinion, at least on some of the more playful english lines.

...I mostly specified eng Diluc because I don't actually know anything about his other voices

I think all of the characteristics are interesting, of course, and I suppose they're all 'canon' in each language. In terms of fan stuff, I think it just depends on what the goal is! I just go by preference, but I have seen people specify what "language" of each character they're thinking of for stuff before, and even mix and match a few times.

*(related: while I was looking into the voice differences I happened across a clip where his VA was going on this whole thing about how much breathing the Kaeya Voice takes. It is literally so full of air - catch in universe Kaeya silently inhaling as much as he physically can every time no one's looking at him.)

i have several bones to pick with the english voice acting (and most of them have to do with with the goddamned anime-ness which i am, most of the time, not super fond of) but i actually really like kaeyas voice! particularly early game lol which is also a constant with genshin voiceovers for me.. what i really like about kaeyas eng voice is like. the cadence of his words. the rhythm of his speech. it sticks in my head and i keep repeating his voicelines to myself like a stim lol but anyway. once again i digress.

those are really cool details to know about! i had never looked into it before; im not familiar w like.. any of the other voiceovers (stupid gacha game (affectionate) and all that) (i thought about switching to a diff language a while back but i was too attached to kaeyas eng voicelines and that singlehandedly made me decide against it lmao) but i think it's pretty fun how the tone of the voice actor and the words chosen in translation can slightly change the characterization sometimes. i think the smooth talker flirtatious tone kaeya has influences a little how i imagine him, like, what sort of persona he displays to others, what he wants people to believe he is like, etc. in the end its all subtleties! and i love the idea of mix and matching these little characterizations when making fanon content because that is what fandom is all about babey

[21tailsofwoe]

aside from arknights ships what are your favorite yuri ships ?

TBH i don't even have arknights ships i go hard for (i haven't had the brainworms strong enough to make content for them i appreciate them from afar) but OOOHHH BOY what a question to ask. you see me venture into a pristine pine forest and ask me to point out my favourite trees?

i have been obsessed with many ships over time but to save everyone and myself the trouble i'll talk about the three that currently plague my mind:

qi yan and nangong jingnu (jwqs): i am not kidding when i say they've permanently rewired my brain. yuri so "toxic" (that's what the new yuri buzzword is now i guess) they needed a million words to give them time to torture and destroy and rebuild each other. my attachment to jwqs mostly came from my carnal desires for qi yan, the main character, but gosh this ship is absolutely bonkers. this novel has permanently changed the way i write my characters and the kind of characters i get attached to. (special shout out to li yanru the masked person gotta be my second fictional favourite lesbian)

2. mary/bloody queen and vera nair/perfumer (identity v): a "rarepair" where the characters have never interacted with each other and have nothing to do with each other i just ship them because i fancy them individually as characters and then i wrote a fic that got the ball rolling and now that ball has gathered so much debris it has come crashing down on my life and ruined everything. after some recent lore happenings though this ship built on nothing but scraps has suffered a devastating blow but at least i have friends to indulge me to row this canoe. no scene of them interacting in the lore anything but have this picture of my maryvera plushies. that joke about ships being two dolls that you mush together to make yourself happy except that shit is literally true for me. I hate it here

3. qi shiyi and tang si (identity v): two idv ships because this game forms 67% of my personality. this time the ship is legit and rich with subtext (or as rich the subtext could get with idv characters). qi shiyi is a playable character while tang si is an npc mentioned in qi shiyi's backstory and is a major motivation for qi shiyi's motives. qi shiyi by herself is a very interesting and layered character (a retired assassin with a tragic story, found peace living a quiet life with tang si, till tang si was taken away from her) so it was about time I would fall for this ship. unlike maryvera this one should've had a greater following but alas, it doesn't. so once again I'm rowing a slightly larger canoe with like three other people. I love it here

[anachronistic-falsehood]

👀👀👀👀👀 gimme as many as u wanna talk about i am sitting in the corner kicking my feet like masky marblehornets in entry 19

OOOOO U AND ROS HAVE BOTH SENT ME LIKE FIVE EYE EMOJIS OK. i gotta split this up evenly here we go

ohhhh i still have my fucking. sanders sides crime au. i had multiple fics planned for that series but i totally abandoned it. i will finish it eventually i think but the main fic is finished and that's what matters??? i guess??? idk i wanted to write a bunch of oneshots and such for it but. NOPE!!!! maybe someday tho, i got v attached to my version of the orange side and i want to write about him more i just don't know how to continue it at this point, i wrote myself into a corner here and i cannot get out

HOLY SHIT. MY OLD HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD BAND RPF FANTASY AU. WHAT THE FUCKKKK I FORGOT ABOUT THAT UNTIL I SAW IT IN MY DOCS JUST NOW. oh my god i wrote one fic and then i planned out a sequel and then i fucking stopped writing it. at this point i might as well write out the scenes i had planned in my head and just post that with some fuckin sparknotes summary of the rest of it bc i HATE leaving shit unfinished even if it's for a fandom i don't participate in anymore. it was about the members of the band being magical heroes from an ancient fantasy society and it was really fucking cool AND THEY HAD DRAGONS AND AGHGHHH THE WORLDBUILDING WAS SO FUCKING COOL. I REMEMBER HOW COOL THAT SHIT WAS. i drew up a MAP of the world. i was INVESTED. AGH. i should finish it i really really should. also in the hollywood undead rpf fics i had a ghost hunters au. which is also still unfinished. i am not touching that thing again which sucks because it was SO silly and fun to write but i just have no interest in it anymore </3 also listen to hollywood undead. their music slaps. by the fucking way

MY CTNTDUO SOULMATE AU. i had so many fucking plans for that. i was going to have a whole fucking series where they slowly got accustomed to each other and their fates being intertwined after so long apart. i had so many scenes planned, including but not limited to: quackity teaching wilbur how to fly after being groundbound for 13 years in limbo, protecting tommy together once cdream escapes prison, going on the hunt for cdream after learning the full extent of what happened in exile, wilbur leaving for utah and quackity deciding to go visit him and having an annoyed but tearful and silly and incredibly psychocompetetive reunion <3 kinda sad i never finished it!!! oh well shit happens

what else we got. cfundy and yogurt centric oneshot collection!! was planning on continuing with it and having the las nevadas crew be babysitters for yogurt and engage in silly hijinks and shenanigans!!! i also planned for a cfundy and cwilbur reconciliation!!!! unfortunately i never continued it after the second oneshot. sad! oh well there's other stories <3

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

You can totally call me dude!! I'm not picky about that stuff. For all I care about I could be called sir and I'd just vibe with it- being called ma'am is boring anyway Oh heck yea, I love me some comfy blankets!! And it will be fun, you got that right. And I'd gladly be stuck with you any day!! Although, I don't consider myself stuck with you, I consider myself blessed and graced by your presence :3 SDKGNSKGNSKF YOU DO??? YOU REALLY LIKE MY FICS?? And uh, not crack, but definitely my stupid emotions and thoughts and feelings if that's worth anything? Apparently that's strong and possibly addicting, you should see some of the reblog comments people attach! I either get warm and fuzzy or am apologizing profusely in my head AND YOUR KIDDING. You did what?! And you never notified me... Tsk tsk. I would've exploded to the moon and back and taken you with me because of how much i'd love you in that moment. PLEASE SHARE ASAP

Twas this fic here!! Hopefully the link works, tumblr likes to glitch sometimes and make links not work bc it's a bitch

I never call ppl ma'am unless it's part of a meme, it makes me feel like a Victorian man which may be s vibe but not the vibe I'm after lolol

And I definitely don't consider myself stuck with you either! I am privileged to know you and see both you and your writing ✨️ flourish✨️

HELL YEAH I LOVE YOUR FICS! I need to reblog more of them, I keep getting in my head about looking creepy or bothering ppl with a ton of notifs which is v much a me problem I need to work through. Also your emotions are not stupid!! Gonna start wagging my finger and tsking istg

[kalloway]

Me: ‘Be productive so ppl don’t forget u exist! :’)’ Also me: ‘what if I start a third video game this week and don’t finish/post *anything*? 🤔’

[thefuckinsandes]

Night Out of Town

Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x female!reader

Warnings: 18+ content, p in v, unprotected sex (no condom/birth control mention), alcohol, slight dry humping, fingering/masturbation, oral sex (female receiving), roleplaying

Word Count: 2296

A/N: Wrote this fic for a good friend of mine. Please enjoy and remember, wrap it before you tap it!

Friday nights were usually reserved for having genuine “me” time. Drinking wine, reading the latest novel, or just enjoying your latest show on Netflix. But instead of doing all of that, here you were at a bar, sipping on a margarita. You didn’t know what made you want to just get dressed in your finest clothes and done up, but the mood was there and so you did. You had a couple of guys come up to you with offerings of drinks and conversation, but none of them appealed to you.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You rolled your eyes, ready to tell the man that you weren’t interested, but you stopped. Sultry eyes were boring into your own and before you could even say anything, you were nodding your head. A grin appeared on the man’s face as he called the bartender over, ordering you another margarita and a beer for himself.

“So what’s a beautiful woman like yourself doing out on a night like this?” He casually asks, looking at the empty seat next to you, waiting for the invitation for him to join you. With a nod of your head, he sits. His body is facing yours, giving you his full attention.

“Just thought I might enjoy a night out of town,” you told him, taking a drink.

“All by yourself?”

“I’m not by myself anymore, am I?”

A warm laugh erupts from him and it makes you feel warm, “Well you’re right about that. My name’s Santiago. What’s yours?”

You give him your name and you hear him repeat it. Hearing the way it came out of his lips made it sound like it was a sonnet, waiting to receive praise from those who may have been listening. You wondered what else those lips could do.

“Are you here with anyone?” You felt inclined to ask.

“Just a few friends, but their company can’t compare to the one that I am currently with.”

Oh, you liked the way he talked. Liked the way that his lips moved as it formed words. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you along with light flirtatious touches. He told you stories about himself. About the life he’s lived and is currently living. You told him yours as well. He listened intently to what you told him, asking questions and laughing at the appropriate times. After a few more rounds of drinks, he was leaning very close towards you and you welcomed it.

“Do you wanna dance?” He whispered huskily against your ear. His fingers softly running down your arm.

“I’d love to.”

His fingers reached your hand and he pulled it towards his lips, placing a soft kiss. He pulled you from your seat, abandoning the half finished drinks in favor of the music that now enveloped the bar. As soon as you reached your destination, he took the lead. Dancing with Santiago was much the same as the way he spoke to you. Smooth, flowing, and oh so warm. If his voice was able to make your head spin, imagine what his body was able to do to you.

His hands moved to feel every part of you and you in return did the same. An appreciative groan escaped his lips when your hips rolled against his. He gripped your hips, encouraging you to continue the delicious movements that were starting to release a beautiful moan from you. He growled against your ear, stopping your movements to give you an enticing proposition.

“Want to get out of here?”

A breathless yes flowed from your lips. Santiago grinned, pulling you back towards where you both were previously sitting to gather your things and pay off your tabs. You both quickly exited the building, ignoring the calls of his friends as he waved goodbye to them. The moment you stepped out into the cool air of the night, those lips you have been fawning over finally attached themselves to yours.

Those lips immediately ignited the fire that was already being fueled by the man in front of you. Those soft, insatiable lips that melded into your own. You couldn’t get enough of how they felt. How they tasted.

“Your place or mine?” He pulled away, before latching his lips onto your neck.

You gasped at the sensation. What was this man doing to you? “Yours.”

Taking one last bite at your neck, Santiago led you towards his car. Being the gentleman that he is, he opened the passenger door and helped you in. As soon as that door closed, he ran to the driver side, eager to see where the night would lead the two of you.

As he drove, his hand was placed on top of your knee, making soft patterns against the skin. But soon those soft hands made its way to your thigh, teasing you of promises that you know he’ll fulfill.

It wasn’t long before you arrived at his place and left the warmth of his car. He quickly led you towards his door and pushed you against it, latching his lips onto yours once again. Your hands began to wander his body, distracting him from his current predicament to open the door.

“Fuck, finally,” he moaned against your lips when the door opened. He wasted no time at hauling you towards the bedroom and along the way, it was nothing but tongues clashing against one another.

“Unzip me,” you murmured against his lips, wanting this as much as he did.

The man moaned at the sultry way you spoke to him. He broke away from the kiss to turn you around and began to pull down the zipper that held your dress together. As you felt the material lower, his lips returned to your neck. The moment your dress fell to the ground, Santiago’s hunger for you grew.

“No bra, huh. You naughty girl,” his lips continued to ravish your neck as his hands made their way to your breasts. He moaned at how full your breasts were. Oh, how he was loving the sounds you made as he played with your nipples. You arched your back at the sensation and moved your neck to the side, allowing more space for him to continue his onslaught against your neck and for you to grip his soft curls. Your ass grinding against his hardening cock.

“Santiago,” you moaned.

“Tell me what you want. Please tell me,” he urged you. “Tell me, baby. What do you want?”

One of his hands began to move towards the lace underwear that covered what he was desiring. Slipping his fingers under the band, he groaned at the sensation. You were so wet and warm. Fuck, he wanted you to say those words.

“What do you want?” he asked again as he ran his finger through your folds. As soon as he touched your clit, you were done for.

“Fuck me! I need you to fuck me,” you moaned at the sensation he was giving you.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

You cried out when he pulled his fingers away from you, but those sounds died out the moment he pushed you onto the bed. You turned and watched the gorgeous man as he began to strip off the clothes that he was wearing. You made your way towards him, wanting to help him get rid of his garments so he can join you.

“Don’t move,” he gave you a piercing look.

“Santi-”

“Patience, baby.”

How could you be patient, when all you wanted was for the man to fuck you into tomorrow. You sighed before a thought came to you. You couldn’t touch him, but that didn’t stop you from touching yourself. Your hands began to move against your body, remembering the way his hands felt. You cupped one of your breasts as your other hand traveled underneath your underwear, circling the sweet nub that caused soft gasps to escape your lips.

Santiago froze and just stared at you. He felt himself grow harder at the sight of you touching yourself. How you looked fucking gorgeous as the sounds of pleasure floated into the air. He quickly stripped himself as if he was a man on a mission. Well, he was on a mission. He had one goal in mind right now and that was for him to make you sing those sweet sounds. You gasped when your hand was pulled away and your underwear was quickly removed. In no time, Santiago’s hunger was satiated.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned as you tried closing your thighs, but his hands kept them open. Santiago flattened his tongue, running it up the length of your slit, swallowing the cum that was presented to him. The moment his talented tongue reaches your clit, your hands grips his hair, trying to pull him into you more. Wanting him to feast upon you as if it was his last meal. A cry fell out of your lips as you felt a finger slide into you. It wasn’t enough.

“A-Another,” you pleaded, pulling his hair to tell him that you craved more.

He moaned at the sensation of his hair being pulled and obliged with the request. Two fingers now pumped into you in a rough manner. Santiago’s mouth pulled away from your wet lips and continued filling you with his fingers.

“Baby, if only you can see how you look right now. You’re fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to fuck this pussy, but I need you to cum before I do. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you cum for me?”

“Santi, please!” You sobbed.

The need to cum was approaching fast. It just needed that final push. Santiago curved his fingers into you before adding the final touch that would release the sweet orgasm that you so desired. He sucked your clit and there it was: one of the best orgasms you’ve ever experienced. Santiago grinned as he heard that sweet sound come from your beautiful lips. He pulled his fingers out before he lapped at your pussy, groaning at your sweet taste. How his cock ached to be in you.

“Princess, let me fuck you. I want to feel you cum around my cock so badly,” he kissed along up your body, placing himself between your thighs. “Let me make you mine.”

Words taken from you, you nodded your head. You’ve never wanted a man’s dick as badly as you did now. Santiago began searching for a condom, but you stopped him. You were on birth control and had tested negative not that long ago, not having had sex with another person since then. Santiago tells you that he too was clean.

“Fill me, Santi,” you run your fingers through those curls.

Santiago grabs his cock and lines himself up your slit, running his cock up and down to collect the wetness still present. Slowly, he started filling you up. You moaned at the feeling of him stretching you. If this was heaven felt like, you would worship his cock everyday.

As soon as he bottomed-out, he released the breath that he didn’t know that he was holding. You urged him to move, running your nails down his back as a form of encouragement. Santiago pulled out until all that was left in you was the blunt tip of his cock. Without warning, he slammed back into you and from there, his pace never relented. Santiago praised how well you were taking his cock. How tight you felt around him. How your pussy was meant to be his forever.

“Yes, this pussy belongs to you,” you cried as he angled his hip, creating even more delicious friction between the two of you.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, before he reached over towards your breasts, taking turns sucking your nipples.

The need to cum so badly was now present in your mind that you started lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. It helped, but only a little.

“Santi, I need to cum!”

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”

He lifted your leg, placing it over his shoulder as he rammed into you. You cried out. The change of position added more fuel to the fire that was ready to burst. Santiago felt you clenching against his cock. Your impending release, coming up soon. He licked his thumb and began to circle your clit.

“Cum for me, baby. I got you.”

Stars bursted all around as you came hard against his cock. Your cries encouraged Santiago to reach his own bliss. He leaned down towards you and kissed you hard, fucking you into the mattress as if life depended on his.

“Santi, let go. I got you, baby.”

Santiago moaned as he spilled inside of you. The feeling of being filled up elicited a soft gasp from you. Santiago breathed heavily as he leaned over you, kissing you sweetly. He gently pulled out from you and you groaned, missing the feeling of being full already. Santiago laid down next to you, pulling you towards his chest.

“So, how was that for roleplaying?” He breathed out as he turned to look at you.

You reached over towards the nightstand and grabbed the engagement ring that you had left prior to leaving that night, allowing him to pluck it from your hand and placing it on you himself.

“That was fun. But I say next time, let’s use fake names. It’ll make it even hotter. I hope the guys aren’t mad at me for taking over boy’s night.”

“Nah, those fuckers already knew what the plan was. Why do you think I had them go up to you to try and buy you drinks? Now, how about we go another round. Are you ready for me, future Mrs. Garcia?”