#i'm obsessed with it and i've decided i can use it for both fluff and angst

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡Ｇｏｏｄ Ｆｏｒｍ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!yunho x chubby!fem!reader x best friend!mingi

♡ Genre: smut/a lil dash of fluff

♡ Summary: When you decide to have some late night fun with your boyfriend in the kitchen, the furthest thing from your mind is that your best friend might walk in and see you but when he does you're both more than happy to have him there.

♡ Word Count: 3k-ish

♡ Warnings: Yunho gives dom vibes. Mingi's a bit shy at first. Threesome (the boys don't touch each other though). They have a real thing for your chubby body. They're overall obsessed w/ you truly. Unprotected sex. Creampie. Oral sex (f & m receiving/heavy on the f receiving). Fingering. Multiple orgasms. Nipple play. Tit sucking. Hair pulling. Nibbling. Ass slapping. Overstimulation. Cum swallowing. Cum swapping. Squirting. A lil edging. Clit slapping. I use the word "pussy" cause I'm not a "cunt" gal. Lots of bodily fluids. Pet names (baby, angel)

♡ A/N: I've been writing a lot of really thoughtful, emotional pieces lately and this...is totally not one of them. It has it's moments but really it's 3k words of filth. I'm for sure gonna do a part 2 because I feel like I can do more with this but for now enjoy your hot girl moment, babes. You deserve it.

You'll never grow tired of this sound...

Yunho slurping down your juices, his soft lips pursed around your clit. Every decadent, unpredictable stroke of his tongue makes your thighs tremble. Three long, dexterous fingers pump in and out of your core drowning you in pleasure.

Yunho had sincerely wandered into the kitchen for a midnight snack when he stumbled upon you here. Bent over in the fridge with your deliciously plush ass peeking from the bottom of your red lace panties, you instantly became the only thing his taste buds craved.

You had your hand on an ice cold bottle of water when you felt two strong hands spreading your thighs apart. “Up a little late aren’t you?” he teased, stroking your slit through the barely there material. Your breath hitched, the cool air from the refrigerator the only thing to ease the heat consuming your body. “I couldn’t sleep and I—mmm—I just wanted—ah.”

Yunho tucked your panties to the side, sinking his middle finger into you. You were already so needy and wet, so easily turned on at the slightest bit of attention from him, that he could've never stopped there. “Just wanted what, baby?” he whispered, dropping to his knees, “Tell me what you want.” It tickled when you felt his lips brush against your skin, leading a trail of kisses around the curve of your ass and down your thighs.

“Yunie, I can’t—fuck, I can’t think” you moaned, holding onto one of the shelves to keep your legs from giving out. “Aww, baby” he smiled, slapping your ass hard enough to make it jiggle, “You don’t have to.”

Yunho knows where your sweet spot is. How to rotate his wrist and curl his finger at the perfect angle to make your body surrender to him. He had you wrapped around his finger—clenching—literally. You were dripping by the time he slipped your panties down to drink from you like the sweetest fountain. He made sure you came twice before he lifted you onto the counter and spread your aching legs open to taste you more.

Backed into a corner, one foot up on each side of the counter, you’re completely at his mercy and this is exactly where you want to be. Nibbling at your bottom lip, you stare down at him with those beautifully glossy eyes of yours.

Yunho tilts his head up to meet your gaze, fluffy dark brown hair framing his face, and it’s obvious he’s as blissed out as you are. He suckles at your clit as he pulls back just enough for you to see your sensitive bud twitching in response to him. Without warning he buries his face between your legs, humming with pleasure as he completely devours you.

You throw your head back, stars illuminating your vision. “Yunie, please don’t stop” you beg, fingers tangling in his hair as he wrecks you in the best way. Just when the pressure inside of you reaches its peak, your pussy ready to turn into a waterfall, you notice a figure standing in the doorway.

Mingi? Fuck. You’ve been so swept up in the moment, blinded by lust, that you completely forgot Mingi was staying over tonight.

It’s coming up on 4 years since you met Yunho and Mingi in a cramped club your friend’s band was playing at. The crowd that night was completely out of control. A swirling pit of drunks in desperate need of therapy. Just trying to get to the bathroom was a death wish. Yunho and Mingi didn’t have to step in to protect you but they did and they have ever since.

It never occurred to you to ask why they helped you. You saw it in the way they watched you at the restaurant after, like you were some shiny new toy they had acquired. Only Mingi treated you like a collector’s item, too delicate to take off of the shelf. He thought it better to admire you, imagine what it’d be like to play with you, but could never get the courage to do it.

Yunho, on the other hand, wasted no time taking you out of the box. Everything about you was too alluring for him to deny. His hunger for you then was as intense as it is now and he needed to indulge or he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Mingi hides it well, at least he thinks he does, but he regrets it. He wishes you knew how badly he wants you to be his in every sense of the word. Could you even fathom the things he’d do to trade places with his best friend right now?

Mingi knows that he should turn around—go back to the guest room, pretend nothing ever happened—but he’s too hypnotized by you to do it. “Hi, Mmm-Mingi” you giggle, noticing the thick bulge in his sweatpants. Mingi follows your gaze down to a cock hard enough to split you in two. You smile at him like you’d love to see him try it. You would. “Yunie,” you coo, tapping him on the back of the neck, “We have company.”

Yunho doesn’t register it at first, too intoxicated by your pussy to process anything that comes out of your mouth as coherent language. Mingi’s eyes widen and you can almost hear the gears turning in his head. He’s scared out of his mind and insanely horny, a combination of things he’s never felt before and has no clue what to do with. Yunho’s motions slow as he deprives you of his tongue. His fingers slide out of you, soaked in your arousal.

“Company?” he asks, rising to his feet, lips dripping wet.

You nod, pointing to Mingi, “I think we woke him up.”

Yunho lets out a low, playful chuckle, turning only halfway to greet his best friend. “Fuck,” Mingi mumbles, frantically scanning the kitchen for something else to look at. “I wasn’t looking! I swear! I came to grab my…” Spotting the spice rack beside him, he blindly grabs the first thing he sees. “Chili pepper flakes? Yeah, they’re so good for a late night snack, you know?”

Unconvinced but amused by his attempt, Yunho turns back to face you. He lures you into a kiss, sharing with you the delightfulness of your taste. He rests the back of his hand against your core, knuckles grazing your clit just enough to keep you on edge. “Can I share?” he asks between the feverish clashing of your tongues. “Mmmhmm” you gasp, your back arching at the return of his touch. Yunho shakes his head, hands riding your curves up to where your nipples poke through your shirt.

He takes your supple breast into his hand, massaging it as he rolls your nipple between his fingertips. “Baby, that won’t do. I need to hear you say it this time. Tell me what you want.” You tilt your head to the side, taking in the tall, handsome blonde watching you. “You can share me, Yunie” you whisper, breath tickling the side of his neck, “I want it.” He pinches your nipple, locking his other arm around your waist, “Aah, good girl. That wasn’t so hard was it? Now hold onto me.”

You do as you’re told and cling to him in time to be lifted from the smooth marble counter. Yunho kisses you once more as he spins you around. A dizzying transition that ends in you draped across the kitchen table. “Are you joining or are you just gonna watch?” Yunho asks Mingi, too distracted with the cute squishy belly poking from the bottom your shirt to actually face him.

Mingi can hear his heart thumping its way out of his chest. He has to be hearing things. “Oh, I—you can’t be—are you s…” he stutters, squeezing the life out of that poor bottle of chili pepper flakes. Yunho nibbles at your exposed belly before turning to confront the confusion on Mingi’s face, “Serious? Yes. I’m serious. I know you’ve always wanted her so…come get her.”

Mingi hesitates, still unsure if it’s a trick or not. The chance that Yunho will murder him if he actually tries seems higher than this not being a fever dream. Shifting to get more comfortable on the table, you hold your hand out to Mingi, your body calling to him like a siren beckons sailors to their doom. It’s enough to make him drop everything, to abandon all these years of pretending.

Mingi carefully makes his way over to you, taking your hand in his. You’re beautiful at any angle but there’s something about this one—you staring up at him from the filthiest position with the most innocent eyes—that really gets him.

It’s the perfect angle for you too, one your boyfriend knows you’ve fantasized about. These two broad shouldered angels looming over you, bathing you in their admiration. “Kiss me” you whisper, palming Mingi’s cock through his thick sweatpants. Mingi grunts at the euphoric release of tension as his lips latch onto yours, his kiss ravenous and sloppy. His platinum hair falls into your face, immersing you in the crisp floral scent of his shampoo.

Yunho watches as Mingi snatches your shirt up, taking his time to enjoy how your tits bounce when they pop free. Pushing your legs back, Yunho drags his fingers between your lips to pull back the hood of your clit. He flicks his thumb up and down, smiling as you arch and wiggle beneath him. Mingi sneaks a glimpse down at Yunho, breaking the kiss to hear your moans. For the first time he doesn’t have to listen through the walls, you’re making all those sinful noises right before his eyes and it’s glorious to behold.

“You’re so cute” Mingi says, cupping your fluffy cheeks. “You—ah—think so?” you ask, tucking a finger into the waist of his sweatpants. You slip your hand inside, taking as much of him into your hand as you can. Mingi pulls them down for you and you audibly gasp at the gorgeous cock that springs free. You glide up and down, circling the head with your thumb. Mingi cups one of your breasts, kneading the plush flesh as drags his tongue down to your nipple. “Mmhmm” he hums, stuffing his mouth full of you, “So fucking cute.” 

You lay there breathless—trying to talk your trembling body down from your next orgasm—when you feel the throbbing head of Yunho’s cock rub up and down your entrance. “You ready for me, baby?” he asks, raising your legs up to balance your ankles on his shoulders. When he does it presses him into you a little bit further and you cry out, raising your hips for more. “Mmm—ready for you Yunie.” Yunho snaps his hips, bottoming out in one thrust that sends electricity dancing through your body.

A soft tug brings Mingi in close enough that you can turn and lick the precum leaking from the tip of his cock. “Fuck, that feels so good” he moans, rising to push deeper into your throat. Your tongue curls on the underside of his cock, the textured roof of your mouth dragging along it as he fucks your throat.

This is what they’ve wanted since the night you met. What you’ve wanted too. It’s so satisfying, like scratching an itch you never could quite reach, to let them take you together. Their hands glide across your velvet smooth skin, exploring every inch of you. They’re so careful with you, matching paces to keep you comfortable. All you have to do is lay here and let them take care of you—let them worship you.

Yunho caresses your legs, fingers digging into your hips, “I feel you clenching, baby. You close?” You know he expects an answer even if you’re currently drooling around Mingi’s cock. You give him a muffled, “Yes.” But that’s not nearly enough for either of them. Mingi grabs you by the hair, pulling out to leave your mouth painfully empty. “Your voice is too pretty not to hear” he says, stroking your lips, “You ready to come for us, baby? Gonna let me see how good you look coming on your boyfriend’s cock?”

“Yes, Mingi. I’m gonna c—oh my—ah…” you whimper only for Mingi to shove himself back inside of you before you can finish speaking. Not that you’re complaining. The men exchange a brief glance, returning their attention to you with something new in mind. They move faster and harsher, struggling as much as you do to keep it together. They could both come right now from the way you pulsate your walls around Yunho or the way your throat muscles flutter around Mingi. But there’s no question that it has to be you first. 

Your eyelids grow heavy, the pressure bursting inside of you, and suddenly gravity doesn’t exist anymore. Mingi holds your hand and Yunho rubs your belly as you squirt down his length. Yunho licks his lips at the mess you've made of his pants, the wet spot growing the more you bounce down onto him. “That’s it, baby. Use my fucking cock, angel.” He lays his hand flat on your clit and slaps it just enough for you to feel the sharpness of the contact.

It makes you clench even tighter—the tightest he’s ever felt you—and he can’t take it anymore. He spills into you, filling you so far beyond your limit that your pussy’s gushing it back out at him before he’s even empty. Mingi plays with your nipples, pinching one and then the other, switching every time you get too used to the feeling.

Your mouth falls open, your overstimulated body beginning to go limp. You keep it open, tongue hanging out to welcome the thick ropes of come Mingi empties into your mouth. It collects in the back of your throat making your moans sound like tiny gurgles. What’s left leaks from the corners of your mouth and Mingi kisses you quickly, swapping the warm, salty liquid back and forth between the two of you until it’s nothing.

You stay entangled with them for an amount of time you can’t really grasp, coming down together. The room slips into silence. The only sound you hear is the symphony of heavy, uneven breaths. You look around at each other, the reality of what you’ve just done setting in. No one regrets it, you’d all be up for it again if one of you had it in you to ask, but it’s hard to know what to say.

You love each other more than anything. What you share is so special that you’ve all done everything to keep from fucking it up. To think that this might be what does. That the next thing to come out of your mouth could destroy it all. It’s terrifying.

Yunho clears his throat, stretching your legs for you so you don’t cramp up. “Can I get you anything? A snack?” You poke your bottom lip out, contemplating your snack options, “Uh, nah. I’m okay.” Noticing your throat sounds a little dry, Mingi grabs a bottle of water from the fridge—the very one you had your hand on earlier—and brings it to you. He twists the cap off and raises it to your lips, “You need to hydrate. I’m not asking.”

“Ooh, when’d you get so bossy?” you ask, taking a sip of water, “I like it.” Mingi takes a sip for himself before passing it to Yunho who chugs down the rest. “Shower?” Yunho says, swishing some water around in his cheeks. To you and Mingi it sounds like “swishwer”. Mingi squints his eyes at him, “Swishwer?” “I think he means ‘shower’” you whisper, trying to channel enough energy to sit yourself up. Yunho nods, swallowing the last few drops. “Yes! That! Shower. I’ll go run the water and you…” He points to Mingi and then to you, “Grab her and be careful. She’s expensive.”

Yunho walks off to the bathroom, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen. You finally manage to sit up and swing around to face Mingi. He puts his arms around you, kissing the bridge of your nose, “Don’t worry about holding on but just…don’t scream.”

“Don’t scream? Wh—”

Mingi throws you over his shoulder and you do in fact scream. “What are you doing to my girlfriend?” Yunho shouts from the bathroom, flipping the shower on. Mingi carries you down the hall, your feet kicking as you giggle. “She’s fiiiine” he sighs, rolling his eyes, “It’s not like I’m gonna drop her.” Stepping into the bathroom Mingi pretends to trip for the fun of it.

“Put me down you psycho!” you whine, your life flashing before your eyes.

Mingi pouts, nuzzling his cheek up to your side, “I wasn’t really gonna drop you. So mean.” He lowers you down, letting you hold onto his arm while you gain your footing. You go to take your shirt off, it’s barely on, but the room still feels like it’s spinning.

“I got it, baby. Come here.” Yunho pulls you over to him and helps you out of your shirt. In return you help him out of his pants, tossing them off to the side. Yunho hops into the shower and you’re back at Mingi’s side, pushing his shirt up over his head. You never break eye contact once, committing every detail of each other’s naked bodies to memory.

You lead him into the shower and find yourself happily positioned between the two of them beneath the warm running water. Yunho cuddles you from the front and Mingi holds you from behind. The three of you fit together perfectly, like you were always meant to be like this.

Eventually you’ll have to say something. You’ll have to have an honest conversation about where things go from here. But for tonight you’ll stay in this moment together, letting your hearts revel in feelings your lips may never speak of again.

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Green to gold

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Three words: Dad! Eddie Munson

Ok well I'm obsessed? I was literally just gonna reply like I love this but no I got too carried away and produced one of the most random and bizarre fics I've ever done. I'm sleep deprived okay!

the munson sandwich (rockstar eddie x reader)

/ hella fluff / taglist and requests open

you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist! and check out my new series love, lola

Should kids sleep in their parents bed? It was always going to be a bone of contention. Eddie was to the core, a clinger, he wanted to be in physical contact with you constantly. So you knew from the get go it would be no better (if not worse) with your children. After reading all the parenting books your brain could handle before imploding, you decided you didn't have a strong opinion either way on whether kids slept with you or not. 

However, once you had Sloane, both of you were so besotted, it wasn't even a question. As if meant to be, she fitted perfectly between you and Eddie in bed. Every night you would all get cosy and form the Sloane Sandwich. A perfect recipe with a slice of mom and dad and in between was the filling of Sloaney Bologna (a nickname coined by Eddie that neither you or your daughter were too thrilled about). Both of you were infatuated with the perfect little cherub you made together and just wanted to be near her always. Sloane could happily snuggle against her dad with you being big spoon and still able to keep your arm over her and Eddie's torso. It was ideal. 

Then Iris came along aka Eddie's clone and shadow. Naturally, she inherited her dad's clinginess as well as everything else. Unlike Sloane, who just slept happily in the middle enjoying both parents. Iris insisted on clinging to Eddie like a tiny curly headed spider monkey. Now it was a slice of you, Sloaney Bologna and then Iris insisted on being so close to Eddie, she was more like a condiment smeared on top of him rather than an extra filling. For the first time in your relationship, your sleeping position of having your arm draped around Eddie's stomach was no longer possible. Instead he just had a little Iris laying right on top, a mini Munson stack. But, you couldn't be angry, not when they looked so cute. Little duplicates of each other who'd become inseparable. 

It worked out that you had two years between each daughter. So by time you were pregnant with Maeve, the bed was full with four year old Sloane and two year old Iris, plus you and Eddie. Realising there's quite a difference between that and just a baby and a two year old in the bed. Iris was now less of a little mini Munson stack on top of Eddie but rather a lump. All of that mixed with your baby bump, meant it was time to have the talk with Eddie. 

'Baby, we can't all fit in the same bed anymore,' you broke it to him. 

He gasped like you had suggested something outrageously cruel, as if you now wanted your kids to sleep in cages. 

'But we're a Munson sandwich?!' He huffed. 

'Well, you've overfilled the sandwich,' you raised a finger at him, stopping him from sniggering at the innuendo. 'I am the top piece of bread that can no longer balance on top! Between you, your clinger, Sloaney and now the bump, your beloved wife and carrier of your children is practically falling out of bed.'

Over the years, you had learnt using carrying his children was a sure fire way to win with Eddie. He groaned like a teenager, knowing you'd used the secret weapon. 

'Fiiiine. We'll get a bigger mattress, sweetheart!'

Your jaw dropped. 

'Eddie! That is not what I was suggesting!'

He held his hand up in protest. 

'Well, sweets, you should've known better than to have ever let me have my way and have the girls in the bed. We're a bed sharing family now. Deal with it. We shall be getting a bigger mattress!'

By the end of the week you were the proud owner of a mattress that seemed to be the size of every other one you've owned, stitched together. Yet, Eddie would soon learn it would not be enough. Nothing was a match for the terror of Maeve Munson. 

'I don't know how, but I know you've taught her to do this,' he accused, outraged that a baby kicked him so hard he had a black eye. 

After you dealt with Iris clinging to your husband for the last two years, he was now getting a taste of his own medicine. Although, Maeve was far more ruthless than her sister, even as a newborn. 

'You were in her way,' you smirked, 'she thought you were trying to steal her Mommy.' 

'You were mine first,' Eddie grumbled from the other side of the bed, sore eye and all. 

Now Sloane was six, she wasn't a permanent feature in the bed but her absence did not create more space. Maeve simply turned it into a buffering zone. If her dad were to encroach on the space, little limbs would kick ferociously to keep him at bay. 

One night you had even been awoken by a wail from Eddie. 

'AHhh you better be sure that you didn't want anymore kids, Y/N because Cerberus Munson has just crushed all hope of it!!'

To go with his now sore balls, he got a hard shove from yourself. 

'Cerberus Munson? Absolutely not. That nickname is vetoed. Far worse than Sloaney Bologna. If Maeve is Cerberus, that means I'm hell!!'

He knew he'd stitched himself up with that one so sulked in silence the rest of the night; bringing you your favourite breakfast in the morning. 

As you sat on your bed, eating your apology breakfast, alongside a black eyed and tender balled, Eddie, you strategised. Despite how funny it was, there was no denying your precious, protective Maeve was a health hazard. It would be a real shame to injure him further considering you'd married a man with such a pretty face and balls. So, a new arrangement was made. No longer were you and Eddie the slices of bread in the Munson Sandwich. It now went a slice of Iris, a filling of dad, a filling of mom and then a slice of Maeve. It meant for the first time in four years, you and Eddie could actually fall asleep on each other like you had your whole relationship. Then, on the occasion Sloane joined, she could slip perfectly in between you just as she had when she first arrived. 

Even as your children grew older, the Munson Sandwich was still beloved. On sad days or chilly nights, the Sandwich would reassemble. It didn't matter if they were adults with their own children, Eddie and you were going to cuddle your girls like they were still your little babies. 

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Hello! I was just wanting to request a request your way for Mihawk (OPLA) with a fellow Warlord please?

Preferably female and chubby (if that's okay!) who uses Polearms/spears and has a kind + warm attitude.

Scenario: Both have to work together under the orders of Garp to track down some pirates who've ganged together to cause havoc and its them having to figure out how to actually work together as a team and not individuals with mutual pining >:)

Song: Tongues and Teeth - The crane wives

Have an awesome day!

Pining 😫. Yes, absolutely. Of all of fanfic writing, pining is my absolutely favourite flavour to divulge in.

The song! I'm ✨obsessed✨. It's really shown me the vibe you want for the piece written.

I can already see the battle sequences of push and pull. I'm imagining she be more scrappy in her style, her joy in battle gleefully falling from her lips as they dance amongst each other in the thralls of combat; Mihawk always remaining steady and calculated with his blade.

Mutual respect for their titles, Ginger Cat x Black Cat/Doberman energy.

Disclaimer: I don't regularly utilise body, skin, eye, hair descriptors other than using terms that are exclusively feminine or masculine to have the "reader" be imagined in a multitude of ways. I am more than happy to make an exception to my rule in this case, but I usually prefer not to for ambiguity.

I have a few other pieces to complete before this one, unless the dice roll otherwise.

In the interim, here is the Masterlist for you to consume should you desire some other Mihawk fics. I'm yet to truly write a one-shot for him (I tried, and now it's an ongoing series).

He makes appearances in:

Dance Series: swing, sway, shag & shimmy (Mihawk x reader x Buggy fic) {Synopsis: a night off was granted by captain Buggy and his pirates. Acrobatic reader impresses both of the men with her dance style. Both men decide they have the ability to potentially play nice as they share the acrobat. (Smut in chapter 4)}

Bar Shift: as a patron of Baratie (Sanji fic) {Synopsis: Sanji and Reader are work husband and work wife. They develop feelings of infatuation as they flirtatiously navigate their way through developing rapport as coworkers and now a relationship.}

The Apprentice: the one-shot that got out of hand because I love talking about wine (Mihawk fic). {Synopsis: bitchy boss and their bratty underling, enemies to lovers. Sword fighting, wine tasting and navigating complex feelings. (nudity mentioned in chapter 2 and 3, chapter 5 smut)}

You Should Be Sad: 3-part series of angst, fluff & smut. {Synopsis: Mihawk ruins his relationship with his former fiancé by not giving her the attention and care she truly longed for. She is a talented musician, performing at Baratie when she sees her ex-lover. Sings her wrath to have him feel something. (Angst in part 1, fluff in part 2, smut in part 3)}

I've also got two fics that are active works in progress upcoming:

El tango du Mihawk: Dance Series. {Synopsis: a talented thief manages to obtain an invite to the marine ball and decides to utilise it as a great opportunity to steal from the wealthiest members of the world government. Mihawk immediately recognises them and decides to toy with their scheming, tango dancing ensues.}

The Marine's Mistake. {Synopsis: something horrible occured to rid the warlord of his signature facial hair. Cadets had gathered and began whispering in hushed tones as Garp held a seated meeting with the warlord at a table in a run of the mill tavern. A new transfer does not recognise the sleek cheeks of the handsome gentlemen and immediately decides to approach to flirtatiously engage him over a drink or two. Mihawk is amused.}

I will add this to the ever growing Mihawk list and aim to complete it shortly! Thank you for your request! ❤️

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SLOW BURN ENEMIES TO LOVERS FIC IN THE WORKS BABYYYYYY~

I've decided to start working on a new fic that will hopefully be out this weekend!! It's a Ellie Williams x F!Reader x Abby Anderson love triangle - reader being in the middle of it! Here is a photo I edited of said story. It's titled "Torn." (More descriptions of the story below!!)

In this story you and Ellie are both Superheroes! (This ones for the comic nerds most defffff). Abby is the villain hehehe~ It will include angst, fluff, smut and dark themes (I'm putting everything in this bitch). So it will be 18+ no minors and ageless blogs are welcome to this story - or any of my content for that matter!

I haven’t made up any hero names so I’m just going to use their regular names for this 🫡🫡

Here's a brief summary below!!

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You and Ellie are one unstoppable superhero couple, constantly being in the public eye has sky rocketed you both to stardom. To the public you both seem to be an extremely skilled fighting duo. You wielding the ability of Psionics. Being able to move matter, read minds, teleport and see events before they happen. Whilst your beautiful, loved by all, girlfriend has super strength more powerful than any entity in the universe that is paired perfectly with her ability to fly. She is a natural born leader. Being the head of all heroes comes with great responsibility she doesn't take lightly.

You both fight crime and take on whatever challenges come your way to keep Seattle safe. The biggest threat to you all is none other than Abby. A force not to be reckoned with, her ability is to shape shift into anyone she pleases. This along with the power to wield the abilities of anyone she shifts into makes her a dangerous opponent. Her mind is set on one thing, making sure there are no more heroes left.

Abby isn't like the rest of society. She can see right through the little while lies of all the heroes. They're not the saviors the public perceives them to be. If she can be true to her wicked ways, not hiding who she truly is then why can't they? They don't care about the people they save. They only care for the cameras and flashing lights. The praise they get is laughable. All they do is fool the masses. It disgusts her.

You knew this all too well though. Having to deal with Ellie behind the scenes was enough to know how fake everything and everyone was. The duo everyone has known to love and obsess over is not the duo they think they know. Ellie is selfish and cruel. She won't let anything or anyone - including you - stop her from being the best there is.

What will happen when you're face to face with true danger, head to head with none other than Abby. Will Abby see you as the others or will she peel back the layers to recognize that your true intent is good. Will you be corrupted by her ways when she shows you what you could be instead? Will you finally accept the dark thoughts that have been clouding your mind since you were young? Will you truly understand Abby's true intentions? Or will you be just like the rest of them? Selfish and greedy for that spotlight. Torn between two choices, you must choose your fate~

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GOOD GRAVY!! IM HYPE FOR THIS STORYYYY I WON'T LIEEEE!! This will be my first ever slow burn fic so I hope you all enjoy it when it comes out!! Thank you all for reading! While you wait here's my Masterlist~ where you can find more of my works :)

Have a wonderful night/day you Beauties~

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[saintsenara]

rare pair tag game

thanks for the tag, @said-snape-softly :)

i'm pretty sure everyone has done this by now, but if you'd like to, please consider this a blanket tag.

apart from all the tomarry and the odd dabble in remadora, i am a rare-pair enthusiast, so i am delighted to spread some propaganda here... the criterion i've used for a rare-pair is less than 2500 works on ao3.

pairs, little metas, fic recommendations, and some suggestions for authors to follow under the cut.

sirius black/severus snape

why i ship it:

this one can just about claim to be a rare-pair.

sirius and severus are narrative mirrors, whose complicated relationship to themselves and to each other is crucial for driving several of the most important arcs in the series.

in particular, sirius - constantly haunted by guilt and grief over his role in the death of the man he loved [you can decide if his love for james is platonic or not, but i definitely think the text thinks it isn't...], trapped in his childhood home, unable to have his real loyalties acknowledged before his death by the fact he's on the run - leads harry through his journey in hero-worshipping, then being disappointed in, then forgiving james. and then promptly dies.

this is one of harry's most significant areas of personal growth - it begins to chip away at his rather black-and-white morality, which is finally destroyed by his ability to confront the complexity of dumbledore in deathly hallows - but it is also key narratively: harry coming to understand james starts to hint to the reader that it is lily - otherwise absent from her son's conception of himself - who is the key to the mystery...

which brings us to severus - constantly haunted by guilt and grief over his role in the death of the woman he loved, trapped in his childhood home, unable to have his real loyalties acknowledged before his death by the fact he's a spy - who gives harry, and us, the final piece of the puzzle. and then promptly dies.

put them together, though? well, you get the delicious tension of two fundamentally broken people - who cannot comprehend the possibility of their own redemption - bound to each other. can they forgive each other and themselves? is it a disaster? the story can go either way.

and even in fluff there is so much potential for d r a m a between sirius' recklessness and severus' cunning, sirius' emotional control and severus' temper, the fact that sirius is canonically hot and severus is canonically not, how they react to harry and draco [i don't usually accept the fanon that severus is his godfather, except when it means snack can be fighting about it], and so on.

and i'm a sucker for two bitter old men getting a happy ending. sue me.

want to give it a read?

if you trust nothing else i say in my life [and why should you] you can trust this - second life by nwhiker and cassandra7 is one of the greatest pieces of writing i have ever seen, not only in this pairing but in this fandom full stop. it's a profound and solemn meditation on loving and grieving, choice and chance, and the great pain caused by the divide between the magical and the muggle worlds.

then, for gorgeous angst with a happy ending - two boys kissing by @writcraft and the merit in trying by brightened

albus dumbledore/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

the facetious answer is because they wouldn't be so obsessed with each other if there wasn't some sexual tension underneath it.

the facetious and nsfw answer is because it appeals to the part of me whose favourite book aged 11 was lolita

the serious answer is that they should be horrifying together: they're both liars; both incredibly self-righteous; both living behind masks which conceal their true emotions and motivations; dumbledore took one look at tom as an eleven-year-old, said "he reminds me of gellert", and then did nothing about it; tom thinks dumbledore's a hypocrite and is right, although not for the reasons he thinks; there is a colossal age gap; there is virtually no scenario in any timeline where they could be openly in a relationship unless one of them is concealing his identity; and - really, this seems quite minor in the grand scheme of things - they are constantly trying to destroy each other.

but.

intellectually, they are the only two characters in the series who could be the other's equal - i'm sure that violent arguments about the twelve uses of dragon's blood trigger the majority of their sexual encounters, and a man who's passionate about your research is hot.

if either of them ever fancy being honest - so, no - there is a shared cavernous [although, in tom's case, unacknowledged] grief in their lives which has shaped their not-as-divergent-as-the-text-thinks-they-are views on death, love, duty and so on. their active refusal to understand each other [i.e. dumbledore entirely misreading voldemort's motivations in the job interview scene] and commitment to constantly underestimating each other [i.e. voldemort bouncing around like an idiot in the chamber of secrets instead of using his brain and remembering what a phoenix is] could, in time, lead to something almost resembling acceptance. i mean, just imagine the hurt/comfort sex which happens when voldemort finds out about grindledore.

the way dumbledore describes the young riddle - "self-sufficient, secretive, and, apparently, friendless" - is also an exact description of him. that each sees himself in the other canonically drives their hatred of each other, but it could also appeal to two very vain men in a much racier way. after all, who doesn't want to bang their narrative mirror?

and being an orphan probably doesn't seem so bad when you realise your boyfriend's family is aberforth.

want to give it a read?

i can't recommend concordance by @laeveteinn enough, particularly for one of the best-written dumbledores i've ever seen. i find dumbledore is often written either as far more whimsical than i'd like, or far more fiery and radical [when one of his most interesting personality traits in canon is his tendency towards inaction], but this dumbledore is the perfect balance of contradictions, while tom is his canonical feral self, longing to perceived, rather than the emotionless sociopath of so many other stories.

i also recommend as an entire ocean in a drop by eldritcher, which really leans into just how similar these two are underneath all the artifice.

albus dumbledore/severus snape

why i ship it:

well, we've had dumbledore with one lost boy, let's have him with another [i haven't been brave enough to venture into dumbledore/harry yet, but i'll take recommendations...]

as with riddledore, we have the potential for horror here: a vast power imbalance; enormous age gap; the fact dumbledore sends snape out to potentially die every time he goes off to voldemort; and - this is the crucial one - the fact that dumbledore's recognition of himself in snape is pure self-loathing ["you disgust me"] manifested in punishment [allowing snape to be humiliated in front of fudge, not stopping the presumed-to-be-real moody searching his office, making him give harry occlumency lessons, not letting him teach defence against the dark arts].

but then this stops, when snape does the tremendously brave thing of agreeing to kill dumbledore, and their dynamic equalises, as dumbledore recognises that snape is courageous, steadfast, and redeemed. i'm always struck in half-blood prince by the fact that dumbledore has it with harry's sniping about snape and straight-up tells him to shut up, as well as by the fact that he very nearly gives the game away and confesses why snape switched sides [the thing he promised not to do] when harry finds out it was snape who gave voldemort the prophecy.

and within this equalised dynamic - so this hot geriatric sex is happening in the afterlife, i guess - we have two men who are intellectual close-to-equals, who understand grief and guilt, whose aesthetic senses are charmingly mismatched, who are rarely honest but might be for each other, and who have lots of profound similarities which might lead somewhere...

want to give it a read?

cheerfully disregarding everything i've just said about how snumbledore could work, i highly recommend in infinite remorse of soul by @perverse-idyll, which is a chilling look at how dumbledore uses the power imbalance between the two to assuage his own guilt through snape's humiliation.

for something much more wholesome, i'm a big fan of byzantium by eldritcher

petunia dursley/severus snape

why i ship it:

because vernon is a dick.

i'm fond of petunia, who i think is one of the most interesting characters in the series because of how full of contradictions she is, and who i think is also a victim in fandom spaces of how the adult cast was aged up for the films [in canon, she's only in her early twenties when lily dies, and the implication is that vernon is a good deal older than her)] which makes her inadequacies, such as her inability to truly care for either child in the household, seem much more nuanced than they do if she's pictured as a middle-aged woman with considerable life experience.

like snape, she teeters on a knife edge between various chasms: she is a working-class girl from the midlands made good in middle-class surrey, he is a working-class half-blood boy who spends most of his life in pureblood circles; she ends up with her whole life wrapped up in a square little house when she's barely out of her teens, he ends up with his whole life wrapped up in spying at the same age; she hates the wizarding world and yet covets it, he hates the muggle world and yet cannot escape it; she loves lily and she hates her and she loathes her for dying, he... well, you know the rest.

want to give it a read?

i was first convinced by this pairing by the lovely regretfully yours by @maria-de-salinas, which takes both snape and petunia's awkwardness and bitterness and moulds it into something really tender.

i also highly recommend barking at the moon by rinsbane, the summary of which speaks for itself.

merope gaunt/tom riddle sr.

why i ship it:

our first canon pairing, and probably the most problematic of the canon relationships, since the series never acknowledges that tom sr. is a rape victim.

but i have found myself recently in my merope era and, in particular, in an attempt to give her more nuance than she gets in canon. as i've said to anyone who'll listen in the three broomsticks discord server, i loathe the implication in canon that merope dies because she just cba to live [since it directly justifies voldemort's belief that her death was shameful] and prefer to see her as someone who was desperate to escape a truly horrifying life [the fact she's going to be forced into an incestuous relationship with morfin is right there in canon...] and so did something she didn't have the capacity to understand the implications of [this is not a woman who's ever heard of consent] because she thought it would give her the first chance to be happy in her life, watched it all crash and burn around her, and would have very much liked to have lived to raise her son.

i doubt there was anything real or tender in her relationship with tom sr., of course, and his escape - while merely a brief stay of execution from his son's perspective - is tremendously brave. it's impossible to write tom/merope fluff [although i respect you if you're inclined to try] but fanfiction gives a space to explore the intricacies of their relationship which canon doesn't allow, and i'm obsessed.

want to give it a read?

i'm recommending myself here, and assuring you that you will enjoy: enchanter's nightshade, which explores how merope's attempts to keep her husband enslaved fail; the snow child, which treats the relationship as folk-horror; and the shack at the end of the lane, in which there is redemption, in the end.

the best exploration of tom sr. dealing with the fallout of the relationship is @phantomato's exquisite ganymede, which feels so truly embodied that you can't pull yourself away from the page.

bellatrix lestrange/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

our second canon pairing, i am obsessed with these two and the tragedy and - to some extent - tenderness bound up in their relationship [which can be proven to be there because noted softy @whinlatter loves them].

i've written before about my conviction - in contrast to a lot of bellatrix fans - that her relationship with rodolphus is utterly miserable, and that voldemort is the only man in her life who can understand her desire to make a life for herself which is not constrained by the gendered expectations of her social class.

obviously, lord voldemort is not a shining paragon of a boyfriend [and he is an awful choice as a baby daddy, bella, get it together], but i think the enormous power imbalance is perhaps slightly less enormous than is sometimes assumed - certainly, she tells him to his face in half-blood prince that he's wrong to trust snape [she's a clever woman], voldemort never physically punishes her for anything [rip to lucius malfoy, who seems to get picked for this in her stead], and voldemort tolerates a surprising amount of nonsense from her which shatters his mystique.

all of which is to say... the scream when she dies isn't just because he's losing the war.

want to give it a read?

tee hee, i'm recommending myself again, and encouraging you to take a look at: atramentum, bellamort's last afternoon together before voldemort goes to the potters; nor all that glisters gold, bellatrix's life - including her relationship with voldemort - through sirius' eyes; and death (eaters) in paradise, because murderous psychopaths deserve crack fics too.

draco malfoy/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

because the ship name is taco.

these two are a pairing which i enjoy with my tongue firmly in my cheek [and tom's tongue firmly in draco's], as i do with most other things in which draco is a main character [do i want to read drarry angst? no! do i want to chuckle? absolutely!], although this should not be taken as saying that many of taco's fabulous authors don't manage to make the pairing entirely plausible.

in fact, consensual taco [non-con is, of course, its own beast] often has some of the best characterisation of both tom [fretful, mercurial, stubborn, and nowhere near as charming as he thinks he is] and draco [prissy, a very good judge of character, someone who likes being taken care of, and much braver than he appears if he absolutely has to be] i've seen in the fandom, largely because - unlike other voldemort-centric ships [especially tomarry, but also voldemort + any of the adult death eaters] - there's no sense of inevitability there. these two aren't connected by a shared bit of soul, or a prophecy, or having gone to school together, or having been hooked in by voldemort in the first war when he was unassailable.

they have to choose each other. or, more accurately, draco has to choose tom, and tom has to get chosen.

and the results have me entertained.

want to give it a read?

then you will want to have a look at the travelling cabinet by @the-paper-monkey [and its sequel, bluebeard], truly the gold standard of taco content with an absolutely brilliant draco, whose sheer capacity to cling on and make himself an irremovable part of tom's life may just end up changing the course of history.

narcissa malfoy/severus snape

why i ship it:

because i am in deep with the conspiracy theory that it's canon. i am absolutely certain that narcissa is the person that voldemort is referring to at the end of deathly hallows - "he desired her, that was all, but when she had gone, he agreed that there were other women, and of purer blood, worthier of him". it seems highly unlikely to me that the canonical voldemort would give a shit about snape fancying any random pureblood [although the snapemort version is, naturally, hugely jealous], but snape having had some sort of liaison with narcissa, and the ability knowing this gives voldemort to humiliate snape, narcissa, the memory of lily, bellatrix, lucius, and draco is definitely information he would go out of his way to remember...

plus, how do you know where he lives, babe? v suspicious.

want to give it a read?

if you want some fluff, you will very much enjoy the incredibly sweet the reformed man by gingertart50, which features narcissa nursing snape back to health post-nagini and is a favourite re-read for me when i'm drunk and it's christmas.

if you want some very-much-not-fluff, other women and of purer blood by yours truly will scratch the itch...

minerva mcgonagall/severus snape

why i ship it:

because i'm an equal-opportunity age-gap fan, and there is far too little older woman/younger man in the fandom.

and look, i'll admit it, i'm a fan of the fanon that snape and mcgonagall are friends prior to dumbledore's death - i'm not sure it's canonically plausible, but this sign can't stop me because i can't read - and i like the idea of that blossoming into something more, especially in fics where snape survives the second war. after all, he is a man who definitely needs to be treated quite strictly [and i don't just mean in the staff room], there is a shared loneliness and grief to them both, they're intellectual equals despite the age gap, and bickering about quidditch is absolutely fine as a method of foreplay.

plus, you can't tell me dumbledore's portrait doesn't ship it.

want to give it a read?

for a fic which shows minerva at her acerbic - and yet still sensual - best, always but not necessarily forever by gingertart50 is an old, fluffy, and very funny, favourite.

for something much more bittersweet, that good night by kelly_chambliss has my heart.

severus snape/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

because voldemort is canonically down bad for it - there is no need to believe snape's ridiculous cover story for not attending his resurrection, to try and spare lily as a treat for his man, and to give him a nice, painful death which allows the narrative to move on and harry to defeat him if the dark lord isn't firmly in his simp era.

more seriously, they obviously have an enormous amount in common, particularly in terms of their backgrounds [harry draws a connection between all three of them, but actually the fact that harry is rich in the wizarding world, not a slytherin, and with a muggle mother, therefore giving him a pureblood name, means he can't relate to the post-childhood experience of both halves of snapemort].

as a result, i think snape is the death eater who comes the closest to understanding voldemort's motivations - above all, the fact that he's not seeking an oligarchy, which the malfoys etc. obviously believe - while voldemort is someone snape feels understands his intellectual interests and his creativity.

want to give it a read?

boy, are you in luck, because i myself have a snapemort wip - scylla and charybdis. it is not wholesome.

tom riddle/myrtle warren

why i ship it:

because it started as crack and now i love them.

in particular, i just have so much respect for being incredibly annoying as a method of seduction, and i think myrtle's commitment to just following tom around chattering at him - and, therefore, without her realising it, preventing him from committing all sorts of crimes - is iconic.

want to give it a read?

then my unhinged rom-com - bookbinding - shall provide.

tom riddle | voldemort/ginny weasley

why i ship it:

because i enjoy seeing my dear friends who ship hinny shake and cry.

but also because ginny and tom have an enormous number of similarities, right down to the fact that they both have yew wands [if you're sick of people saying harry has an oedipus complex, you'll be delighted to be confronted with the mountain of evidence ginny reminds him of the villain who keeps trying to kill him instead].

they are both very good liars, quick thinking, remarkably resistant to shame, possessed of nerves of steel, predisposed to violence, brown-eyed, so hot they have harry gagged, and the profound enemy of someone whose surname is smith.

despite what he claims, tom was absolutely not just sat politely in that diary gritting his teeth while ginny complained about having second hand robes and idiot brothers. as he says, he opted "to start feeding [her] a few of my secrets", and i think it's justifiable from canon that they were at the very least half-truths [for example, i would not be shocked to discover he tells her he's a half-blood orphan brought up against his will in the muggle world - there's no other reason, i think, for him to successfully make her tell him these things about harry without it], which means that ginny has lots of lovely emotional leverage over him.

plus, as with tomarry, you have the element of "this is kind of inevitable" in the relationship, and the mysteries of fate are always sexy.

want to give it a read?

this is a tommary/hinny/tominny triad, but it has had me in a chokehold since the first time i read it - shameful company by merrivale, which, truly iconically, manages to be epilogue compliant.

[hwabang]

Cake🎂- Yang Jungwon

Genre: fluff + very slightly suggestive (?)

Warnings: fem!reader, idol!Jungwon + idol!reader, older!reader only by a year, slightly suggestive = mentions of dancing sensually together, use of the word Noona, friends to lovers, Jungwon is obsessed with reader

Author’s Note: Y'all remember how in my first Jungwon imagine I wrote in the author's note that he's not even one of my enha biases but I wrote for him before writing for Jay and Heeseung?... Yeah, well, guess who has 3 biases in ENHYPEN now🤭

For reference here's KARD's 'Cake' Dance Practice

(gif not mine!)

"Collab with me."

Jungwon raised his eyebrows as he sipped his lemonade. "When you asked to meet me I was not expecting that."

Deciding to take a sip of your iced coffee, you quirked an eyebrow at him. "What were you expecting then?"

"For you to accept my confession."

You playfully scoffed. "Keep dreaming lover boy."

Jungwon smirked at you. "Always am baby. Why do you wanna collab with me?"

"Well, my members and I did a live the other day and at one point we asked our fans what they wanna see for our 2nd anniversary coming up. The staff prepared some options and the most popular one was doing a cover with another idol. Our team said we get to choose the idol, concept, and type of cover. So yeah. Collab with me."

"Well I gotta say I'm flattered." Jungwon picked up some of his cake with his fork and brought it in front of your mouth. "Say ah."

You followed his command and hummed once you tried the cake. "Wow, that's good. So what do you say?"

"What song do you wanna cover?"

"'Cake' by KARD."

Jungwon smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Is this your way of getting close to me? Because if so then just know all you had to do was say the word and I'd touch you."

Flustered, you took more sips of your drink, hoping Jungwon wouldn't notice the blush on your face. "N-no, that's not it... I– the song has been stuck in my head since it came out and once I saw the dance I knew I wanted to cover it, and now I got the chance to do it so I asked you."

"Hypothetically," Jungwon started, crossing his arms and leaning on them on the table. "If I say no, who will you ask?"

You shrugged. "I'm sure Jake would do it with me."

Jungwon poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and scoffed. "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm! Maybe even Jay. Oh, I know Heeseung would LOVE to–"

"Yah," he whined. "Stop it I get it; you're hot and desired by many including my members."

You wore a proud smile on your face, loving how easy it was to rile him up. "So you'll do it?"

Jungwon looked at you as if you're crazy. "Of course I'll do it. Why would I give up any opportunity to be close to you?"

You ignored the butterflies in your stomach. "Great! So our team will contact yours and then I'm thinking you can come to my company every day for like 2-3 hours and we can start–"

"On one condition."

You sighed and nodded. "Okay, what is it?"

"After the release of our cover, you go on a date with me."

You were quite taken aback, but quickly gathered your composition. "Jungwon I told you–"

"Yeah yeah, we're both idols and you don't date younger guys." Jungwon closed his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh, opening them back to give you eyes filled with hope. "I've heard it numerous times Y/N."

"Th-then you should stop pursuing me.." Your voice was quiet as you fiddled with the fork on your dessert plate. You said it so easily, sure but did you really want that?

It was almost as if Jungwon could read your thoughts. "See but you don't really want that do you baby." Your silence made Jungwon let out another frustrated sigh as he took your hand gently in his. "Tell me, what are you so afraid of, hmm? And don't say fans, otherwise you wouldn't have asked me to do such a suggestive dance with you."

"Jungwon you're just younger and I don't–"

"I'm a year younger than you Y/N. What's so bad about me being younger anyways?"

"I-I don't know... I guess I'm just..."

Jungwon rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb, trying to coax it out of you. His eyes had a hint of worry in them. "Tell me baby," he said softly. 

You sighed before finally letting your real feelings out. "I want us to work, and I guess I'm just afraid that it won't and I'll be left here all hurt and all alone in the end. So I'm saving myself from that I guess... that's it."

Jungwon pouted before leaning closer to the table, taking your other hand in his free one. "Y/N.. why do you think we won't work out?"

"There's just so much that could go wrong and–"

"And how can you be so sure that'll happen with us? We both will try our best to make our relationship work yeah? So why not just give it a chance? We both want it Y/N, let it happen."

You contemplated a bit as Jungwon kept caressing your hands with his, patiently waiting for a response. "A-after our cover is released?"

Jungwon smirked. "Or we can go on one tomorrow too."

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idk man i'm OBSESSED with the thought of jungwon being absolutely INFATUATED with a slightly older reader, like 🥵 anyways, hope this little drabble(?) was okay! love y'alll <3

[roseastralis]

little moments

pantalone x reader ; 449 words

✦ genre ; fluff, romance

✦ info ; pantalone x gn!reader, 'you' pronouns used.

✦ warnings ; english is not the author's first languaged, fic was terribly rushed, not fully proofread.

✦ author's note ; okay so i am absolutely OBSESSED w pantalone. ALSO I APOLOGIZE, THIS WAS SOO TERRIBLY RUSHED SO I APOLOGIZE IF IT'S TOO SHORT AND IF IT'S BAD, and it probably lacks a lot of things—ALTHOUGH, I'M WORKING ON ANOTHER PANTALONE FIC !! i've seen a lot of smut on pantalone, and only a little fluff. i'm a bigger fluff fan than smut, so why not write one :')

✦ masterlist

“Hm I must say—you look absolutely stunning tonight, my dearest.” Pantalone smiles at you, eyeing your figure up and down. You both were together at his office, deciding to visit him as you both were pretty busy with your jobs.

“Oh please, spare me the boring flattery.” You sigh, his compliment bringing a soft smile on your face. Pantalone looks up from his paperwork, observing you for a while before drawing his eyes back once more. “Judging by that adorable smile on your face, I bet it wasn't much of a boring compliment, was it?” He chuckles softly, placing his pen underneath his chin.

“Take a seat next to me.” He orders, now pointing his pen on the chair next to him. You follow his command and take a seat, crossing your legs and placing a hand under your face. You slightly tilt your head and admire him as he works in peace, his eyes glancing at your form next to him before returning back to writing.

Getting a bit bored as you had nothing to do, you yawned and finally looked away from Pantalone as you have been staring at him for quite a long while already. You wanted to stir up a conversation, but you didn't want to distract him while he was in the middle of signing some papers. So all you could do was sit there silently, observing him and the things around you.

Pantalone—who noticed that you averted your eyes away from him, was a bit disappointed by your small action.

He gently grabbed your chin with his finger, directing your face to look at his. “Don't, look away from me.” Pantalone says, grazing his finger against the delicate skin of your cheek. You softly chuckle at his small antic, grabbing his wrist and nuzzling your face against the back of his warm hand. Pantalone softly smiles at your action and caresses your face for a while as he turns back to his desk and continues with his paperwork—one hand caressing your face, the other writing a letter.

Pantalone is always a busy man, working hard everyday that he rarely gets to spend any time with you. Despite this being a small and short moment, he enjoys it. He loves having you around, bringing him comfort and doting on him. He will always treasure these small moments with you—because these memories do not require any price at all. As long as he can spend time with you, it is enough for him.

Pantalone is a wealthy man. Whatever he wants, he gets it with ease. But he certainly cannot buy these little memories with you—so he will enjoy your presence every time he can.

likes & rblgs highly appreciated !! <3

[sagau-my-beloved]

How would Venti feel if we asked him to be our boyfriend? :3 in the real world au

Venti Boyfriend Headcanons:

Ok so I have no idea if "boyfriend" is like a common term used in Teyvat, I see no reason why it wouldn't be, but I can't think of a specific instance in which I have read it, so for the sake of making this funnier, I'm going to pretend like it isn't

Also this literally just turned into boyfriend headcanons so whoops—

Warnings: like nothing, this is just wholly fluff

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• "Boy,,, friend??"

• His face falls as soon as he hears you propose it

• Is generally distraught that you didn't think of him as a friend up until this point

• You two had known each other for so long and shared so many wonderful times together

• Were you only just now considering him to be a friend???

• "Venti... Venti no—"

• You have to explain that concept in words he understands, romantic partner, significant other, lover

• He almost passes out when it finally does register

• "You mean it!? You want to be like that? With me???"

• "That is generally what a person means when they ask somebody to be their boyfriend—"

• You are now both on the floor because of how quickly he tried jumping into your arms

• "Yes yes yes! I love you so much, thank you! I'll be the perfect boyfriend!"

• The only problem is he doesn't really know what all that entails in your world, if it's different from his world

• Research time

• One hundred percent the type to look up "how to be a good boyfriend" and find like a wikihow, then study it intensely

• Notes were made

• Tries to at least attempt everything that he sees (and thinks is a good idea), then very carefully studies your reactions to decide how he wants to proceed

• Cooks for you and makes you things and considers any time that you are hanging out to be a date

• Is constantly showing you off to everyone and everything

• Takes great pride in being the person you chose for a partner, also becomes a little obsessed with keeping that title

• Loves hearing you call him yours, it's an immediate sure fire way to brighten his mood

• "Pleeease, one more time, I won't ask again, today."

• It's really impossible to deny him when he looks at you like that, in a manner that can only be described as completely infatuated

• You sigh, this being the fifth time today you've been forced to do this, "I'm glad you're mine, and I would choose you over anyone Venti."

• Giggles and hugs you, thanking you and promising to prove himself even more

• Constantly refers to himself as your boyfriend when anyone asks, or doesn't ask

• Wants to meet all your friends, anybody that you interact with consistently, anybody related to you

• It's a way of showing he takes the whole thing seriously

• Also, you're going to have to constantly be explaining how your boyfriend is, in fact, old enough to drink, and significantly older than you, for that matter

• Nobody believes you

• I think I've really driven the point home about how much he just absolutely loves physical affection

• So that's going to be happening a lot more now

• He'll probably get more diverse in his pet names too, making a game out of finding a new one

• "Oh my one and only, light of my life, peak of my existence, where are youuu?"

• "You know my name works fine, right?"

• He's also gonna take up house husband responsibilities

• I mean, he was already doing that, but without the addition of knowing he was doing it

• "My angel you're back! I missed you soooo much, tell me all about your day~"

• On a good note, he's going to be way less effected by jealousy because he now has a title to prove that he's more important to you than everybody else

• If he ever needs to confront somebody that he's jealous of, he's going to absolutely rub that title in their face

• He's just so happy that you love him and he considers the title of being your lover to be so much farther above all the other ones he has

[ravenwitch45]

Hi quick question!

Are you willing to write a striker x gn reader?

The plot anything just make it fluff pls!

Sure why not! I'm willing to write practically any kind of reader, and I've done GN before so sure! Pretty sure this is my first solo thing for Striker so apoligies on being rusty on him, either way I'm not great at open concepts, so hope I thought up something suitable XP

Also later edit, I'm sorry for the slight delay on this one, Thank @aveismaschine for giving me the idea for the plot on this one, thank you so much Mark, I don't know what I'd have done without you XP

Muddy Feelings

Competitions weren't usually your thing, but you happened to be in wrath at the time of the famed Harvest Moon Festival was going on, and since being scammed at actual carnival games was even less your thing, you joined in on the Pain Games to kill some time.

Now you were pretty physically fit, you didn't think you'd win but you thought you'd stand enough of a chance to have a good time at least. And you were doing pretty well, until the mud wrestling event.

The guy you got matched up with, looked like the most stereotypical wrath denizen, full cowboy look, hat, bandanna and all, and didn't even take off the hat or his jacket to compete, okay then, these were all things you observed from a distance of course before the match started of course.

When it did, you were pretty well matched it seemed, not an easy win or a crushing loss on either side so you tussled for a good bit, till the movement in the mud had made both lose your footing so your both pratically lunging at eachother trying to pin eachother down to end this thing, At this point you can feel yourself getting tired but his pants of exertion make it clear your not the only one getting winded.

Still feeling it's anyones match you give it your all, until you get pushed down hard enough that it makes you wince at the pain that shoots through your back before looking back up at your opponent with a glare, that quickly melted at what you looked into.

Now you had never actually had gotten a great look at his face, you had gotten glimpses, even noticed he had a golden tooth, but this was the first time you had gotten a good look, especially at his eyes, his ringed golden eyes which almost seemed hypnotic, that and the afternoon sun glinting off his golden tooth and casting him as a whole in a pleasant lighting. It made it clear that well...

He was attractive, but you ignored the slight darkening of your cheeks and tried to keep going, trying to lock your legs around him to try to throw him off you, but ended up freezing when you encountered a certain hardness in his lower region, only darkening your cheeks more and making your eyes go wide before a voice only further sent you into a flustered spiral

"Your certainly enjoying this lil pardner, Not that I mind~"He said with seductive grin, and you barely have time to stammer at a response before he pushes you back down into the mud, uses his tail to tie your arms together and pin you down, and before you know it the match is over, you still blushing and wide eyed.

He walks off complimenting on giving him a good time and challenge and winking at you, you feeling way too awkward to respond before going your own way and finding a place to change out of your thoroughly muddied clothes.

You tell yourself that's the end of it, but your mind has other ideas it seems. Your not mad you lost, you expected you would eventually, heck you didn't even know what the prize was let alone cared, No all your thinking was on your much too charming opponent.

You realized you didn't even catch his name, it was announced with your own at the start and end of the match of course but the crowd kinda drowned the announcer out, so here you were in your hotel room obsessing over an Imp you didn't even know the name of. Great.

Eventually you decided to get some fresh air, taking a good walk which made you feel a lot more clear headed, but upon heading back you almost get run over by a Hellsteed of all things in the middle of the parking lot, turning back and yelling at the rider only for your yells to die in your throat at seeing who it was.

"Heheh sorry about that, didn't... Oh, hey there lil pardner~"The Cowboy greets teasingly, and you roll your eyes, questioning what he's doing here as he get's off his very nice horse admittedly, getting the oh so pleasant answer that he's gonna check in at this very hotel, him already guessing you live here for the moment too, you crossing your arms with a huff.

With a chuckle though, he cuts the teasing, saying you gave him a good challenge and he can respect that, introducing himself as Striker and offering his hand to shake, which you awkwardly take cause why not, introducing yourself, and giving a bit of teasing of your own, remarking about his own clear enjoyment during the match, making him blush and chuckle awkwardly.

He admits he get's real into it if someones a good challenge which you did, before saying he wouldn't mind taking it outside the ring with you. And despite you blushing in surprise again, you note how odd a pickup line that is, which he admits is true but he hardly cares suddenly cupping your face for a second and slipping his hand down to the collar of your shirt, grinning in satisfaction at your blush before walking in, saying he'll see you around, and you try to ignore hearing the room he's given as you walk to the elevator, which just so happens to be close to yours, yay.

It isn't until you change for the night that you find the slip of paper in your shirt, with presumably his phone number on it, your self respect kinda screams at you when you decide to stay in wrath for a bit longer in the morning.

Whew! That ended up way longer then I expected, but hey, I'll admit it was fun to write, hope your okay with me writing him as a bit of a dork at times, It's just how I do him I guess, and I hope this qualifies as fluff, hope you enjoy!

[neontokyoo]

Heyyy. I just wanna say, I am absolutely obsessed with your writing and cannot get enough of it. The writing style is absolutely amazing! Do you think you could do a part two of your Sherlock x reader wedding fanfic where Sherlock comes home from the case and he and the reader are talking to John and Miss Hudson about their plans for the future? Thank you in advance, and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Thank you so much nonnie! It always makes me happy to know so many people enjoy my writing. I really wasn't expecting my blog to grow so quickly. Thank you so much for all the support. As always, likes, reblogs, and other interactions are very much appreciated. Enjoy!!

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff (I think. idk define fluff for me again because everything I write is fluff. . .)

Summary: After coming home from the case that almost ruined the end of your wedding reception, you're greeted by Mycroft, Mary, John, and Ms Hudson who came to congratulate you and make up silly stories about your future.

Warnings: None (please correct me if I'm wrong because I didn't proofread this one.)

You relax with Sherlock after his return from the case that interrupted your wedding reception. You both sit together in your living room, surrounded by friends and family who have come to congratulate you on your marriage. John and Mary Watson sit on the couch, while Mycroft lounges in a chair across the room. Ms. Hudson stands by the window, admiring the view.

As you settle into married life, a sense of contentment washes over you. You're finally married to the man you love, and it fills you with joy.

"So, what are your plans for the future?" John asks, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled over the room.

Sherlock turns to you, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, we're just discussing the possibility of starting a family," he says.

Excitement rushes through you at the thought of having children with Sherlock. It's something you've always wanted, but you weren't sure if he felt the same way.

"Really?" Mary says, her eyes lighting up. "That's wonderful news!"

Mycroft looks up from his book, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I can't say I'm surprised. It's only a matter of time before the two of you decide to start a family."

Ms. Hudson nods her agreement. "Yes, I've always known you two were meant to be together. And I'm sure you'll make wonderful parents."

"Ah, yes," Mycroft begins. "I see it now. Mini Sherlock and the case of the missing cookie."

"That one would definitely make it into the paper," John laughs. "'Baby Holmes Burns House Down for the First Time."

"Looks like you'll have to figure out how to change a diaper, Sherlock," Ms. Hudson snickers.

Sherlock raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Rest assured, I am more than capable of handling any challenge, including diaper changing."

"And we expect you to come to visit us with the baby every once in a while," John adds.

"Just imagine all the mischief the little one would be making!" Ms. Hudson exclaims, trying not to laugh.

"They'd be conducting all sorts of experiments in your kitchen, Ms. Hudson," Mary laughs.

Laughter fills the room as everyone shares their imaginative and silly stories about Sherlock's future children. The atmosphere is lighthearted and joyous, painting vivid pictures of mischievous little ones wreaking havoc in 221B Baker Street.

John chuckles and leans back against the couch. "I can see it now, Sherlock Jr. conducting his own science experiments with miniature test tubes and a little magnifying glass."

Mary adds with a twinkle in her eye, "And of course, his first word is 'deduction.' Imagine a little toddler pointing at things and saying, 'Two plus two equals four!'"

Mycroft, usually composed, chuckles softly. "Yes, and Sherlock's offspring surely has a knack for puzzles and mysteries. Perhaps they solve crimes even before they learn to walk."

Mrs. Hudson chimes in, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "Oh, and the messes they make! Can you imagine little Sherlock Holmes, Jr., trying to reenact one of Sherlock's experiments and accidentally creating a miniature explosion in the living room?"

Sherlock, ever amused by the banter, joins in. "They undoubtedly have my affinity for observing details. Little detectives in the making, solving the mysteries of the lost stuffed animals and the case of the mysteriously disappearing cookies."

"Picture this," John suggests with a grin. "Sherlock Jr. and his classmates forming their own detective agency, solving cases and catching the city's missing pets. They're a force to be reckoned with!"

"Even the yard doesn't stand a chance against little Sherlock Jr. and his twenty classmate-assistants!" Mary declares.

"I can just picture him attacking his classmates, demanding them to give him any clues on who stole his favorite toy!" Mycroft laughs.

"Oh, imagine the stress he's causing for his teacher." Ms. Hudson says, wiping more tears from her eyes.

The room erupts in laughter once again, each person contributing their own comical ideas about Sherlock's future children.

"And what about their impeccable fashion sense?" John interjects. "Mini Sherlock, strutting around in a tiny fedora and a little trench coat. The trendiest detective in town!"

"No son of mine would be wearing that bloody hat," Sherlock retorts. "He obviously wears the deerstalker hat that John had described me wearing in his books."

Mary joins in, giggling. "And their obsession with disguises! Imagine little Sherlock Jr. sneaking around the house in different outfits, trying to fool us all. 'Elementary, my dear parents,' they say, revealing their true identity."

"Well, it is rather elementary," Sherlock adds, leaning back into his chair as he lights a cigarette.

"Picture this," Mycroft suggests, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Little Sherlock Jr., complete with a miniature violin, practicing their musical talents at all hours of the day. I'm sure the neighbors are thrilled."

"No, they're waking their parents up at five AM every morning playing the most intense violin music they can find just to wake their mother up for breakfast," John adds.

"Ah, the next Mozart in the making," Mary chuckles. "I can already see them conducting their own symphony of chaos."

"We might have to lock the violin away, then, Sherlock," you joke.

Your husband looks at you with an amused look on his face. "That won't be a problem. How can he possibly be playing the violin if I'm already using it? Plus, it's in our room most of the time anyway. I think we should have him sing or get him a kazoo instead!"

The room erupts into laughter once again, the playful banter bringing everyone closer together. The thoughts of Sherlock's future children fill your heart with warmth and anticipation. Amidst the silliness, you can't help but feel a surge of love and gratitude for the family you have found in these dear friends.

[shortkingvince]

Vi's Masterlist!

Oh boy, it's been a while since I've done this. Okay, I can do this. PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER VINCE! /j

Okay in all seriousness, welcome to my masterlist! It's been awhile since I've written fanfiction so I may be rusty, please be patient with me :')

I guess I should start then

Meet the Author!

First off, hi! I'm Vincent or Vixen! Vi works as well. I'm genderfluid, go by any pronouns, and I'm 18. I write fanfics (Yep. Totally not obvious, Vin. Not obvious in the slightest /s)

I have ADHD and autism, so expect me to prioritize certain fandoms from time to time (I'll still try to do all the requests I can!! It's just easier for me to write something I'm focused on)

I also draw, so I may post some of my work here, maybe even during the fanfics ;) (I won't be drawing the reader's appearance as I aim to make my reader inserts as inclusive as I can, drawing even a base would sorta defeat that purpose)

I may even show some of my oc work here, though I'm currently unsure. Maybe. Probably. I'm a little obsessed with my sillies

I don't tend to imagine myself in reader inserts, but my OCs instead. So basically, I have a ton of fandom OCs, some of which get lost to the void....

Oh, and I'm a romance + sex favorable aroace (0% attraction on both sides), congrats you found a shiny aroace! /j

I'm also polyamorous! Polyplatonic? Idk, either one :))

Dos and Don'ts

Dos

I do amab, afab, and completely neutral reader. These will be included in each fanfic, so no need to request them! Which means you don't have to replace all the wording each time (Unless it's with terms you're more comfortable with), this is something I tend to have to do when reading fanfics myself so I decided it would be nicer to write versions using different anatomy. All readers will have gn pronouns unless I specify otherwise. Some fanfics may have specific pronouns for the story (Like Zen from Mystic Messenger having a bi awakening /j) but (haha butt) most will be gn. Though, Alex (Stardew Valley) will likely have more masc reader fics and Haley (Stardew Valley) will likely have more fem reader fics.

I do smut, fluff, romantic stuff, platonic stuff, etc

I do polyamory! There are certain combos I won't do if involved with each other though, or if generally in the same vicinity of each other if smut. (Examples, I don't do ones with demon brother pairings even if they aren't involved with each other, I feel like even seeing your siblings in situations like that would be an instant turn off like...😭I also don't do Diavolo + Barbatos in the smut pairings or involved with each other even romantically due to Barbatos having known Diavolo when he was a kid, same with Barbatos and Solomon.)

Don'ts

I don't do dead dove, angst (Except hurt/comfort), yandere, CNC, dubcon, watersports, anything to do with excretion in general

I have the right to refuse a request if I'm uncomfortable with it /srs

I have some exceptions to the yandere rule. I'll do slight yandere content as long as it's not full deranged possessive psycho stuff, but my blog doesn't revolve around yandere stuff. And this will mainly just center around characters who already have those tendencies or are far more likely (Genshin harbingers, John Doe, etc.)

I don't do full yanderes, they make me extremely uncomfortable, especially the super controlling and violent ones.

What I Write For

Small note, please specify the fandom in your requests!

Genshin Impact (I don't write romance or smut for characters that are like minors, aka Fischl, Bennett, Razor, etc. I also don't write romance or smut for characters with the small child model.)

Twisted Wonderland

I only write for the adult characters like Malleus, Leona, Idia, etc. I don't write for 17 and under unless it's platonic.

Obey Me

I write for every character except Luke (Unless it's platonic! Then Luke requests are okay, I adore my son)

I have some preferred characters here but I can write any

Preferred characters: Solomon, Barbatos, Diavolo, and Satan

My Hero Academia

Again, I only write for the adult characters unless it's platonic.

I don't do this fandom often mainly due to not being caught up on the anime + manga.

Preferred characters: Tamaki Amajiki, Mirio Togata, Hawks.

Lego Monkie Kid

God I love this series, PLEASE send in requests I love them all.

I don't write for Nezha.

Preferred characters: Sun Wukong (Monkey King), Six-eared Macaque, Red Son, and MK.

A Date With Death

OH MY GOD PLEASE I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH HE'S BABYGIRL HE DESERVES TO BE DICKED DOWN. Ahem...sorry, demons.

Casper/Grim on top (Of no one, have you seen this man? He needs to be obliterated in the bed /j)

Mystic Messenger

Do Mystic Messenger fans even exist anymore?? I have to do the Lord's work ig../j

I love Saeran he's my babygirl (His good ending)

John Doe

I uhm...I uhm...hand in marriage....

Stardew Valley

I LOVE STARDEW VALLEY PLEASE ASK ME FOR STARDEW FICS I'M????

My favorites are Elliott (bachelors) and Haley (Bachelorettes) but I'm able to write any character!

Zenless Zone Zero

I can TRY to write for Billy, but I can't guarantee anything or if he'll be super in character. It's hard when the game isn't even released, but I need to smooch this robot or else I may go insane. He's the only character I write for (So far)

The Arcana

WOOF WOOF BARK BARK BAJRJE BAKR

Preferred characters: Lucio Morgasson, Julian Devorak (I love drama boys)

Hazbin Hotel

I'll write for just about anyone HOWEVER, I do not write fem reader for Angel Dust, masc reader for Vaggie, you get the gist.

I don't write smut or romance for Alastor simply because it's implied he's repulsed/uninterested, I write platonic stuff for him though!

Preferred characters: LuciferLuciferLuciferLucifer--sorry demons (haha get it)

Helluva Boss

I LVOE THIS SHOW SO MUVH OH MY GODS

Preferred characters: Fizz + Ozzy poly fics (My beloveds)

Fandoms I'll write in the future: Honkai Star Rail, Wuthering Waves

Fanfic Links

I'd make this a separate post but I can't pin multiple posts </3

(I'll add posts once I finish my first fanfic post here!)

☁️= Fluff

🔞= Smut

🫂= Hurt/comfort

♥️= Romantic

🍁= Platonic

💚= Can be read as either platonic or romantic

Genshin Impact

Twisted Wonderland

Obey Me

My Hero Academia

Lego Monkie Kid

A Date With Death

Mystic Messenger

John Doe

Stardew Valley

Zenless Zone Zero

The Arcana

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

May add more to this in the future :) Stay tuned

[jjustcallmejuliett]

F1 Fic Recs '22 pt.II

Hi everyone!

Five months have past since my last fic rec drop and it was damn time I made another one 'cause some great stuff has been posted so here you have the 10 best fics I've read in a while!

(Most of them are M or R rated so watch out for that :)

-A Thousand Shades of You by Tianvette (SEWIS AU)

I'm totally obsessed with soulmates AU and this one in particular is beautifully built up, because Lewis and Seb meet in the middle of the mountains and even though you think everything will be predictable... It's not! The story keeps you intrigued till the very last word and it's totally fluffy and sexy and worth of everybody's time.

-Enter at your own risk by formulacherry (or the f1 drivers' sex party)

okay idk how to start describing this fic... I was surprised I haven't recommended it before since it's one of the most well writen orgies in the f1 fandom. It's writen from different perspectives so that you don't miss a single second of what's going on around the place, and the thing I like the most about this one is that it's not just sex between drivers. Some of them have feelings for each other, some of them are just friends, some of them are fuckbuddies and some of them just decided to f* and that's it! My huge respects and admiration to this writer :')

-Learning a new language (Series) by kiwialicat (Piarles+ Arthur)

Okay I must advert you that this is not for everyone's piece of cake, it includes some very explicit sex between brothers. But if you don't mind ... This is a jewel you must read. The story is well developed, the smut is both romantic, shameless and not excessive and whats most important, it feels natural. It's something that (for being what it is, the developing of a three way relationship) doesn't weird you out, not even for a moment.

-This Is New by blackest_eyes (Piarles)

Or my favourite Piarles fic so far this year. It's sensual, but overall it's sooo sweet. Pure fluff and comfort between two people who even when they're just friends they love each other so bad you can feel it as you read the story. If you want butterflies in your stomach go the hell off to read this.

-Does dirty talk work? by Tetralea (Lestappen)

Or how Max tricks Charles into speaking filthy for him but ends up well... even filthier. As someone who adores to read Charles topping during sex this was delightful to read, it was also funny and the dynamic between them is just perfect.

-All You Gotta Do Is Trust Me by wafflesandpancakes (Michael/Daniel)

Or the fic that made me fall in love with this pairing! It has all the ingredients honestly... shyness, pride, virginal thoughts, dirty thoughts, Daniel being a sweetheart and Michael being the boyfriend we all wish we had. Simply lovely.

-McLaren Sandwich Shorts by BearWithAHat

Or a compilation of Carlos, Lando and Charles being the sweetest and most perfect Ot3. It's fluffy, but also tries out every outcome and posibility for the not-at-all easy life of three drivers from different teams dating each other. An underrated pairing and an underrated work.

-Em's Omegaverse adventures (Series) by CustardCreamies (Lanseb)

Or Lando and Seb being pack mates and the most adorable squishy pairing in the omegaverse my friend Em created. This is pure sweetness, and the perfect series of drabbles to read when you're feeling down.

-Welcome in the family!  by 12romy (Kimi/Antonio/Minttu)

ahhjhfjfg this is basically Antonio living the nanny's dream when he gets the job of daycare in the Raikkonen's house and both parents of the kids fall for him and try to get to him in the corniest ways possible. If you don't like the pairing then you can still read it for the vibes because the dynamic in the house and the interactions have no waste.

I'm kinda glad they broke my heart ('cause now it's yours) by TheWiseOne12 (Sewis/Charlando)

Or a Cottage fic AU where a pregnant Lando runs from his past to a small town far away and ends up renting in the sewis property. Soon, he meets Charles who used to rent there as well and even though Lando holds a lot of secrets Charles Seb and Lewis slowly make their way to Lando's heart and it's so beautiful it makes you cry ugh. Go read it. Now. And the other stuff this writer has posted because it's as wonderful as this.

THIS IS IT FOR NOW :)

But Of couse if you have read these and are looking for something new, feel free to check my own stuff too.

[olderthannetfic]

Could you shout out a couple of your favourite m/m authors or books, please? (nw if you don’t like reccing things tho, I find it stressful myself.)

I also find the one ship per book in a series not my cup of tea tbh. I find it too jarring to switch over to other characters I’m not as emotionally invested in within a world.

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I don't mind side stories that wrap up supporting characters' romances, but I tend to like a main series that's about the same characters/ship most of the time.

I recced a few in response to another ask. That should be posting... some time. (You can tell how well I keep track of my queue.)

Who haven't I mentioned... let's see... Jenn Burke's Not Dead Yet series is pretty interesting, though it eventually angered me with a side character death.

E.J. Russell has a lot of books with different ships but that are all in the same universe. They work better for me than most such books because there's an urban fantasy arc plot about missing fae running through them. Some are a bit too ultra-fluff for my taste. Many are pretty funny. A lot of them feature things like supernatural dating agencies or event planners.

Integrate by Thea Hayworth is only available on Smashwords and is a one-off, but I can't say no to an alien-human buddy cop duo. Both the case and the romance are reasonably fleshed out for this short length, and the worldbuilding is fascinating. I want more! Come back usually-fic-author and write original!

I enjoyed AJ Sherwood's Jon's Downright Ridiculous Shooting Case and sequels/stuff in the same universe.

I've only checked out Beth Bolden a little bit. I met her at a conference, and she seems cool. (Definitely a recent fic fandom person, like many of us writing original m/m.) I read part of a boy band romance of hers that she admitted was 1D with the serial numbers filed. Filed well, I might add: the original version is sufficiently SoCal that I wasn't positive which boy band it was riffing off of. But what I really enjoyed was her fairytale-ish fantasy novel Yours, Forever After.

Meghan Maslow's Starfig Investigations was an instant favorite for me. I'm not sure if younger people will even be familiar with the genre of fantasy it is. It didn't click for me until I heard her talking about it, but the series is basically a take off of Robert Asprin's Myth series: oldschool secondary world fantasy full of dumb puns and jokes that only make sense in relation to the real world. Like that series, Maslow's features portals between realms and a lot of magic tech in advanced cities even if the trappings are Ren Faire-ish. The sense of humor style was pretty common in early 90s sff publishing and turns up in old games like Monkey Island, but it's not something I see all that much in m/m fantasy novels.

Harper Fox's Tyack & Frayne series is about a cop and a psychic in small town Cornwall. Lots of pagan vibes in this one, and some of the supernatural stuff picks up as the series goes along, but the basic structure is contemporary British mysteries.

The Plumber's Mate series by J.L. Merrow is a much more comedic take on UK village mysteries. I'm not usually into stories where people end up with their bully from school, but I liked how it was handled here. The side characters are a hoot, especially the camp best friend and the dwarf porn star turned vegetable salesman.

Morgan Brice I'm not as fond of, but she has a bunch of series including one that feels like early seasons Supernatural.

I don't think I ever read the sequels to My Zombie Boyfriend by T. Strange. It's... well... about a dude who finds a hot corpse and decides to revive him as a zombie. The lead is a weird little perv with an ex who's a goth mortician, a horrible undead pet cat, and an obsession for his new zombie project. I found this one while looking for creepy books after reading one too many bits of ultra-fluff with barely any plot.

I was enjoying the Hours of the Night series by Irene Preston and Liv Rancourt, but it seems like they stopped writing it without resolving anything? A lot of the books I've read are good but would have been better with more sequels, so they don't spring to mind here.

There are seriously a shitton of writers working in this space. I just found a few authors and started trying books and seeing what else was on the same goodreads lists and so on. You need to have a tolerance for hideous cover art, but plenty of the actual books are fine.

[obeymycok]

Hii I've been reading your stories for a while now but just decided to make a request. It's not quite what you published so far and you can just dismiss it if you'd like, but may I ask for headcannons of which brother is the most likely to enjoy listening "Running up that hill" from Kate Bush? 🥴 Yeah I'm this obsessed with her since the release of stranger things and it got me musing on who would like her too and why. Thank you so much for sharing your great work with us 🌹

Kate Bush x Obey Me

Hello my lovely anon! Thank you so much for requesting this is actually my 3rd ever! Also thank you so much for your kind words, it really made my day since I get insecure about my writing sometimes (especially the fics which is why I have so many HCs). I'm gonna add the side characters, which I don’t normally do, because I feel like some of the bros are in the same position and I don’t wanna make this super short. Holy shit this got really dark ahaha! SO there is fluff and the beginnings are nice but beware of the last 2.

CW: self depreciating thoughts, self blaming, very angsty in Simeon and Beel’s part as well as Lucifer and Belphegor’s. 

Diavolo and Luke: I feel like Luke would like this song because he’d think making a deal with God was like making a deal with the Devil. After he grows out of this whole phase though, he’d feel bad for the people. The song still brings him comfort though when he needs it. I feel like Diavolo would just like the sound of it while he’s working. He’d probably show it to Lucifer as well (even if that’s not the best idea).

Satan, Barbatos and Solomon: Satan would see it as a love song that would fit some of the books he was reading. The melody would also bring him peace and allow him to get lost in his own world. Barbatos would simply listen to it because the Young Master does. Even though he prefers metal, he does admit it’s a nice song and even puts it on when he’s cleaning. Solomon is similar to Barbatos, enjoying the melody when he’s making potions.

Asmodeus and Mammon: Both of them would just vibe so hard to this song in the club. Asmo would listen to it more on his own, I feel like Mammon would be into more upbeat hype music. They would hype each other up so good at The Fall though you can’t convince me otherwise.

Leviathan: He just wouldn’t really be into it. If he even did get past the fact that it was normie music, the lyrics might get him in a bad mood if he wants to overthink something (he usually does). I could see him playing just the music in the background though to scratch his ADHD brain in just the right way.

Belphegor and Lucifer: Oh no, bad idea. Both of them feel so guilty about Lilith’s death, they probably couldn’t think of anything else while listening to it. The only reason they’re not last, is because I can see them listening to it to punish themselves and be a constant reminder. Yeah, they need some serious therapy😔

Simeon and Beelzebub: Good lord all I can think about are those Simeon edits. He still feels so bad about not sticking up for the brothers as much as he could’ve and listening to this song just hits him in the worst way. Will absolutely break down, same as Beelzebub. He desperately wishes he could’ve saved both Belphie and Lilith, giving his own life if he had to. Honestly can see the first 100 years of him being a demon praying to his Father for forgiveness; to just take him away and get their sister back.

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meet the mun!

name: Tanya

pronouns: she/her

preference of communication: discord; just ask if we're mutuals

most active muse: Anakin/Vader

experience / how many years: 7 months on Anakin, 12 years on Tumblr, 16 years total 

best experience: The partners who've become friends 

pet peeves: people who decide things about me or my characterization without asking and then get their cult to unfollow too, The Sequels, Kylo Ren, The St. Louis Cardinals, Pittsburgh Pirates, Tampa Bay Devil Rays, Boston RedSox, Chicago WhiteSux, People who get mad if you reply fast, people who confuse excitement for being pushy, people who don't understand that you can love villains and still understand they're flawed, people who judge anything about another roleplayer's characterization. Just stay in your own fucking lane. People obsessed with aesthetics. People who remake their blog every five minutes. People who get jealous if you have more than ship. People who get annoyed that I'm fast on Discord. I'm not going to be slow. People who want a fix it nonstop for the tragedy of Anakin Skywalker. Leave his goddamn tragedy alone. It's amazing. Also, people like me who have an opinion on everything.

fluff, angst, or smut: All three but angst, smut, then fluff. I do better if we have multiple threads and I can kind of half some of all of it. I understand some people will only write smut on Discord. I've been writing it since 2007, so I can write it in my sleep. But, I don't hate fluff. I just play characters who it would be a disservice to make them happy all the time. It's character assassination to them.

plots or memes: Both!! Memes are great ice breakers and I'm always willing to plot them out. Hit up my inbox or discord to plot somethin out with or without a meme.

time to write: I write on Discord on my phone 24/7. I'll make us a server and do 5000 things. I've just been slow lately, because I threw my back out. I'm on a do drafts everyday kick, but that never lasts. Honestly, my best writing time is 7am or sometimes 1am.

are you like your muse: We're both extremely stubborn, set in our ways, don't give in no matter what, and will fight our point for days. It's an issue. I don't force choke though. I wish I could sometimes, though.