#idk if I'll keep numbering my prompts

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[sp-by-april]

Okay so hear me out. Clyde throws a party while having beef with Kenny. Kenny shows up without being invited, no one notices, except for y/n. They begin to talk and then some sexual tension happens, so Kenny takes her to a decently secluded area and they do the nasty. And it's a little bit risky but everyone is too drunk to notice so it's okay.

🚨 So I picked this to warm up tonight!! I went a little more abstract with it (I think cause I was warming up idk lol) if aren't feeling it let me know and I'll give it another go!

🚨 I'm gonna stay up as late as people keep sending requests. Only prompts sent in tonight will get written and posted tonight. This is to keep me from getting overwhelmed!

🚨 Don't worry if you sent in a prompt yesterday that hasn't been posted it will be posted this week! I will write everything I get, even if it isn't used for the smut-a-thon.

Kenny x F!Reader [Send a prompt for tonight's smut-a-thon!] [Kenny McCormick Master List]

Another weekend, another house party. Clyde’s this time.

I was on drink number four… maybe… Anyway, I was on another drink when I saw something interesting. Kenny McCormick. I could tell he was trying to keep a low profile.

He really wasn’t supposed to be there. There were all kinds of rumors about what down, but regardless, he and Clyde were at war like those old east coast/west coast rappers my dad likes to listen to.

Now, I’m not nosy, but as a reporter for the school paper and budding journalist, I was curious if I could get the truth out of him.

He was on the move, I made a slow approach, saying cursory greetings to other people as I made my way across the house.

I finally caught up to him at the bottom of the stairs. I tapped him on the back a few times to get his attention.

He turned around and scoped me out. Not to be conceited or anything, but I didn’t disappoint him.

He leaned close to my ear to make sure I could hear him over the music, “You’re not who I was expecting Clyde to send to kick me out of here,”

“Don’t worry,” I assured him, “I’m no bouncer,”

“Too bad. I was looking forward to getting your hands on me,”

So naturally… We started making out.

Kenny and I were never particularly close. I knew him mostly through rumors about the shit he and his friends would get into. All this to say.. the guy can fucking kiss. I didn’t see it coming.

He had his arm around me and his tongue in my mouth and all I could think about was dragging him to somewhere secluded enough to fuck.

Judging by the hard-on pressed against me, he was thinking something similar.

I had the perfect idea, there was this little space under the stairs, like a little Harry Potter closet but without the door, you know? Anyway, it was filled with a couple coats. Perfect spot. Well, as perfect as we were gonna get. Everyone was so wasted, I doubted they’d ever notice us in this little nook.

I dragged him in there. It was cramped but considering we wanted to be pressed up against each other, neither of us really minded.

Once we were mostly alone, we began in earnest. His hands were all over me. My face, pulling my deeper into kisses, my breasts, my ass. I almost stopped to ask him where the fire was and then I remembered he was the fire. They could find us and kick me out too if Clyde was pissed enough.

The way his mouth felt on mine, it was a risk I was willing to take.

I held onto his shoulders, he had one hand on my ass and the other had finally dipped between my legs. When he started rubbing me through my panties, I felt a some ineffable spark that struck me deep through my core.

I think he felt it too, because he either decided he didn’t want or have time for foreplay and pulled my panties down to my thighs. Then he spun me around and I leaned against the wall.

Pretty soon I could feel his cock pushing into me.

I gasped sharp and loud.

He felt so fucking big, I wished he decided that he did have time for foreplay. The way he felt inside of me, how he pushed the walls of my core to their limits, I wanted to melt. I think I did a little.

When his hips started moving I was in heaven. He was hitting the sweet spot inside of me so deliciously, I worried I might drool and my knees felt like they were going to give out from underneath me. I wanted to try and stave off my orgasm but I knew that went against the spirit of this quickie.

A quick, fun fuck. Nothing more.

Why did he have to feel so fucking good? And the way his breath felt on my skin as he panted in my ear... Just thinking about it now is even making me wet.

My body was his for that moment. When I came, I couldn't control any part of it. My muscles tensed up like a girl possessed. My nails scratched the old wooden wall to match. My back arched and as my body started to show how much pleasure he’d been giving me, I could feel him throb inside of me. It felt good that he noticed. I moaned so loud, that I think I even screamed a little. Thank God, the music was so loud. My soft, warm walls closed around him and gripped him tight. I could feel his breath quicken against my neck and it only made the wave of bliss hitting me even more intense.

He groaned loud into my ear and his hips jerked into me hard, almost hard enough to knock me off the dopamine and serotonin high that I was feeling.

His cock pulsed and I could feel every single spurt of pleasure he left inside of me.

When we were done there was no time for holding, kissing, or sweet whatevers.

We fixed our clothes and went our separate ways.

There’s another party tonight.

While everyone else is getting drunk and making mistakes, I’m gonna be keeping an eye out for the blonde guy keeping a low profile.

After all, I never did get my scoop about his fight with Clyde.

[dcangel]

MY SMUTTY WRITING PROMPTS

I have a shit tone of smut prompts, so feel free to request any numbers for any of following characters: stiles Stilinski, Thomas (TMR), Dave Hodgman, Joel Dawson, Void Stiles, Stuart Twombly, Mitch Rapp, Simon Tarnum, Colin. I literally got pretty much done with this and was abt to post it bc I made the collage at the end and everything AND I FUCKING FORGOT ABOUT COLIN

As you can tell it’s all Dylan’s characters, and these are going to be the main people I write for. I don’t want to write about dylan himself as of right now bc I feel like it’s like sjrkrfk but yeah.

Anyways… there turned out to be 77 total prompts FOR THE SMUT ONES ALONE which is.. yeah

But I do have more than just smut prompts, I have some normal ones and I’ll make another post abt those.

RULES!! Idgaf how old you are as long as your 16+, I only write for fem!readers, and idk what else to add but like the basic rules yk? You can request more than just the prompts such as like sub!reader or sub!character (same for dom), or like maybe a specific kink if I feel comfortable writing for it like a nickname or just something else. You also don’t have to choose from one of these, you could just give me a request, and it also doesn’t even have to be smut. I’m always happy to hear your ideas and randomly thoughts<33

Anywayss…

SMUT PROMPTS—

1. “I want to hear you beg.”

2."Arch your back for me.”

3."You look better with my hands around your neck."

4."Swallow it. All of it."

5."God, you feel so fucking good."

6."Suck on it"

7."You're so fucking hot."

8."Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you."

9. “Don’t hold back.”

10. "Ah, fuck.”

11. "That noise...keep making it."

12. "Wrap your legs around my waist."

13. "Let's make this quick."

14. "Don't close your eyes, angel. Look at me"

15. "You're mine."

16. "Such a good little (slut/good boy, good girl), aren't you?"

17. "faster-ah shit-harder”

19. “I wanna go again."

20."I want you. I need you."

21.“Huh...uh...keep going."

22."Wait-uh-do...do that again."

23."Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to."

24."Don't be gentle with me-I like it when you're rough."

25."One more time! Please!"

26. "Fuck-uh! I love it when you touch me like that."

26."kiss me again, but- mphh"

27. "lay down, love and let me do you how you deserve it."

28. “You can suck better than that, angel… don’t piss me off, alright?”

29. “Don’t muffle yourself. Let them hear your whiny voice, baby. Everyone should know how good I’m fucking you.”

30. "We'll take it slow."

31. "I've never done this before..” "Well, neither have I."

32."I'll take care of you."

33. "Tell me what you like."

34. "Tell me if it feels good."

35. "We can stop anytime."

36. "Do you trust me?"

37. "I've been wondering what it feels like…”

38. "I think l'm ready (for this/to have sex/...)."

39. "Please be gentle…”

40. "This is going a bit too fast…”

41. “I can’t believe you’re this innocent.”

42. "Makes me want to wreck you."

43. "You've never even touched yourself?"

44. "Show me how you do it when you touch yourself.”

45. "What do you like?" - "I don't know." - "Then how about we find out together?"

46. "It's my first time…”

47. “I can't wait to ruin your innocence"

48. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

49. "It's not a big deal. Let's just get it over with?

50. "I want you to be my first."

51. "I want you to teach me."

52. "Teach me how to make you feel good.”

53. "I wanna touch you too."

54. "Show me how to touch you."

55. "Am I going too fast?"

56. "You're doing so good for me.”

57. "Do that again."

58. "I never thought you could make such sweet noises." - "Me neither. "

59. "It's not scary at all. Let me show you.”

60."I'm worried I won't be good enough."

61. "Is it going to hurt?"

62. "I won't hurt you."

63. "I'm really embarrassed about this...”

64. "No need to worry."

65. "I got you."

66. “Kiss me?”

67. "Will you be my first?"

68. "Will you let me be your first?"

69. "I have no idea how to go about this "

70. "(If you like it), we can go all night."

71. "So (hard/wet) already…?”

72. "Are you sure this is your first time?"

73. "What do you want me to do?"

74. "Is this okay?"

75. "Does it feel good?”

76. "Tell me what to do."

77. "I'll guide you."

[leemarkiverse]

SPIDER MARK DRABBLE (BECAUSE HES FINALLY CANON??!?!?!)

sorry for the random drabble my brain cant comprehend the 200 m/v. spider mark is like.. official now!?!??!?£2pqkrpqjrij

my brain is in overdrive so take this spiderman!mark drabble loves<3

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"fuck-" mark curses loudly against the wind as he has a very near miss with the busy new york roads. he had been the "friendly neighborhood spiderman" for about 2 years now, yet he still hadn't gotten the jist of using his webs to swing narrowly through the tight streets and alleyways of the concrete jungle that was new york.

swinging swiftly into a dark alley, he planted his feet firmly on the damp ground. he dropped his backpack to the ground and started to grab his regular clothes out of it; pulling his mask over his head in one clean motion to reveal his messy hair slightly damp at the tips with sweat.

mark tucked his suit messily into his backpack, zipping it back up and throwing it over one shoulder. he walks back into the bustling sidewalk, blending in seamlessly. after all, mark lee was just a regular member of society, nothing more. spider-man was his alter ego, an outgoing gentleman with a thirst for helping those in need. he liked to keep these two lives separate, if they mixed it would make things so much harder.

the aroma of freshly grounded coffee beans attracted him to a cafe like a moth to a lamp. after a long morning of rescuing stray cats and helping frail elderly people cross the street, he was more exhausted than you'd think. grabbing the handle of the tall glass door firmly, mark walked into the building, immediately being serenaded with the sweet scent of pastries and various hot drinks.

at the counter he saw a woman. she was beaming a smile at the customer she was serving, nodding and agreeing with whatever nonsense the old customer was spouting at her. she looked glowing and stunning, her hair pulled back into a perfect ponytail. mark blinked himself out of his partial trance and queued up behind the old man.

"next please!" the young girl spoke at him sweetly.

"oh right, hey. can i get a uh.." a puzzled expression plastered his face, one of his eyebrows cocking up as he scrunched his nose reading the menu above the girl. his eyes joined hers momentarily as he decided what he wanted, a faint blush painting his cheeks at the glinting of her curious eyes.

"i'll just get a caramel macchiato please." mark responded, shooting her a quick, closed mouth smile before fumbling with his pockets for his wallet.

"$2.85 please." the lady said smiling. mark was still fumbling in his pockets with a few mutters.

"sorry just give me a sec.." he dropped his back off of his shoulder onto the floor before unzipping it quickly, making sure to keep his suit concealed. of course, that didn't stop her from catching a glimpse at the red fabric with the webbed overlay.

"ah here it is." he laughs nervously whilst handing her his $5 note. he noticed her eyes fixed on his bag as she mindlessly took the cash, responding with a monotone "thank you sir.".

seeing her fixed gaze on his bag prompted him to quickly fumble with the zip and throw it back on his shoulder.

"your.. change.." she said dumbfounded as she handed him $2.15 in change.

"yep, uh, thanks." mark took it, quickly stuffing it in his pockets as he walked to the other counter, head pointed at the ground in embarrassment.

as he grabbed his drink, he noticed an arrangement of numbers drawn in small handwriting at the base of the cup. no, it wasn't an arrangement of numbers it was someones phone number. mark flashed the girl that served him a quick glance, and was met with her eyes yet again. she smiled and winked as she turnt back to the customer she was serving as if nothing had happened.

SORRY I FINISHED IT HERE LMK IF I SHOULD WRITE ANOTHER BIT TO IT IDK LOLOLOL

[queers-gambit]

Bright Light

prompt: a Royal Wedding takes place.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 7.0k+

note: your honor, i can fix him!

warnings: you know what, idk if there's cursing, but it's me, so i feel like it's a good bet. baby making smut, small tension, rumors that cause discomfort, talk of previous abusive marriage.

previous: part four: Total Eclipse of the Heart

next: final / part six: One Sunrise at a Time

Chaos had descended over the Capital, and in the Red Keep, servants were losing their minds running around trying to perfect everything for the upcoming wedding festivities. The Prince of the City, Daemon, the groom, was highly opinionated on his nuptials and was adamant to surprise his bride, keeping you out of the loop so that you might see the decorations candidly.

The only detail Daemon was unaware of was your dress, and the Queen Alicent had brought in dressers and tailors from all over the country (and three from across the Narrow Sea) to bring you options. In the end, there was a gorgeous white silk number selected, and Viserys had it sent off to a jeweler.

When the dress returned, it was encrusted with dark rubies that would surely compliment the dark Targaryen robe you were to be draped in later in the day.

And to start, you were roused from sleep by Mary - who had been fighting Daemon off at the door, insisting the groom cannot see the bride before the ceremony. "Just lemme kiss 'er!" Daemon grunted against the door, but the smaller maid threw her entire weight into it, slamming the lock in place.

"No! You'll see her soon! Go get ready!" Mary barked through the wood.

"Mary!"

"Daemon! I open this door, and I'm throwing a shoe!"

It was quiet for a moment before Daemon's sigh was heard before his forehead lightly thumped to the wood, "Tell her I love her, please."

"She knows," Mary smirked at you, laid in bed still. "But I'll tell her, Prince. Now, go! Don't be late!"

You enjoyed several cups of tea as you got ready, the Queen allowing you to use a bigger suite to prepare yourself. In fact, Alicent was present with Rhaenyra, and as Mary was pinning your necklace in place, there were two fists pounding at the door.

"Let 'em in," you smiled with a knowing chuckle, readjusting your dress in the mirror as Rhaenyra turned to open the double doors.

"Lads," she smirked to Kase and Jamie, letting them pass over the threshold. "Nice to see you, too."

"Hi, Nyra," Kase teased lightly, squeezing her shoulder as he passed into the room.

"Oh, wow," Jamie breathed, eyes wide as he caught sight of you. At least Kase remembered protocol and bowed to the Princess and Queen, before, too, gawking at you. "Y-You look... Wow."

"Yeah," Kase agreed, "you're a vision, step-mother. The Gods envy your beauty, my goodness, is Daemon a lucky bastard."

Your head cocked gently, offering, "You know, should either of you feel comfortable to do so... Maybe you'd like to drop the 'step' part in the whole 'step-mother' thing...?"

"Yeah?" Kase beamed, Jamie smirking gently.

"We'll talk of that later," Jamie directed diplomatically. "For now, we are to escort you to the Great Hall."

"The both of you?" Alicent asked, her hands folded neatly, brows perked in curiosity.

"Well, who else?" Jamie cocked his head lightly.

"Jamie," you warned.

"No, forgive me, you mistake my tone for disrespect. Your Grace, I only meant that her father would be the one to usually give her away, but we all know the present situation. He'd rather give his blessing to a different daughter..."

You sighed in guilt as Kase mentioned, "Food supplies continue to dwindle, too. The people grow restless from the Lord's restriction from his land's farming."

"People are going to revolt against the Royal Feast," Rheanyra worried, glancing around. "Should we not put more guards in place? What if something were to happen?"

You nodded absently, "What might happen?"

"Wouldn't put it past the citizens to riot," Jamie shrugged. "They grow uneasy as the supply lessens. Vendors don't venture around here much anymore..."

"I have made the arrangement with the kitchen staff that all leftovers are to be given to the orphanages of the city," you spoke softly, pinning your earrings in.

"Ah!" A voice boomed from the doorway, making you all jump slightly. "Oh, my apologies," Viserys beamed as he stepped into the room. "It is hard for me to contain my glee!"

"Husband," Alicent greeted, "what a surprise, we were not expecting you."

"No, no," he chuckled, "normally I would not bother, but this is a fine and rare occasion. My brother marrying his woman," he sighed, looking you up and down, "and my, what a vision she is. My Lady, being as we are soon to be considered family to one another, I was honored when Daemon asked me to bring this to you," he showed the velvet box in his hands.

"Oh," you breathed, stepping towards the King, "you did not have to do this, please, Your Grace, you should be - "

"Nonsense," he assured with a grin. "My brother is nervous and I thought by seeing you and giving this gift, I might assure him that you are okay in this, too."

"Oh, more than okay," you assured. "I'm eager for this union, Your Grace. Um, but... This custom? I do not know it?" You wondered, pointing to the gift.

"'Tis not a custom," he nodded, "but my own brother's vocation. Here, open it... Maybe you'll wear it today?"

You smiled gently and opened the velvet box, gasping, "By all the Gods! Daemon!"

"What is it!?" Rhaenyra asked in excitement, everyone forming a circle around the wooden table the box rested on. "Oh, wow..."

"That's got to cost more than... Well, more than my life," Kase giggled, looking at the gems in the velvet box. "Well, one thing is for sure."

"Hmm?" Jamie hummed, eyes bulging as he couldn't look away.

"That man is whipped," Kase laughed. "I mean - seriously!? Who sends their future wife something like this, but a man who is far beyond smitten?"

He'd sent you a beautiful diamond necklace that was strung in a way to look like tear drops down your collarbones, neck, and chest. To say it was beautiful was an understatement but by every God there ever was, you were in love with it. There were matching earrings that would push into your piercings and dangle in single drops, swinging with the extra wisps of hair that escaped your pinned up-do.

"I don't know what to say," you whispered, tears gathering. "I-I do not deserve this - my Gods, how expensive this must've been!"

"If I may?" Viserys smiled lightly as Alicent pushed a handkerchief into your hand. You nodded. "This necklace has been in the Targaryen family for ages now. Generations, even. The last to own this was my grandmother, the Queen Alysanne, and if Daemon is gifting it to you, it is because he views you as family - as blood. No matter where you hail, he is assuring you that you will always have a place in his life, my Lady. If it not be too bold, might I?" He gestured to the necklace, making you nod furiously.

Mary reached up to unclasp the other necklace, moving from your way as Viserys stepped up. He sighed when the necklace latched, you turning to show him the product after you switched out your earrings. "Oh, this is it," Rhaenyra nodded, clapping slightly. "You look breathtaking!"

"You look beautiful, sister," Viserys smirked. "I shall take my leave - "

"Wait," you swallowed thickly, feeling your nerves spike as the King smiled patiently. "Um... I could never repay you - or-or Daemon for this, for all you've done. But... Should it please you, I'd like to ask if it be possible for us to fly to Dragonstone where... Where Daemon and I might marry per Old Valyrian traditions?"

Viserys nodded, "Yes, yes, what an excellent idea. We shall travel at the weeks end, for this week, the whole city will celebrate you. Then, after, we might make it to Dragonstone, and there, you and Daemon might reside for a period of time."

"Oh, do you mean... You do not want us in court?"

"No, sister," he smirked, "I only mean to say that you would be welcomed to start your life as a married couple at Dragonstone."

"Oh," you breathed, giggling after. "How silly - yes, um, yes, that would be most pleasing, Your Grace. Thank you."

"Of course," he promised, giving your hands one last squeeze before taking his leave.

You sighed nervously, looking at yourself in the mirror and feeling otherworldly. "M-Might I ask the room a question?"

"Of course, whatever you might wonder," Jamie permitted as Kase helped himself to the complimentary food left on a platter.

"Am I who Daemon will want forever?" You worried, staring in the mirror. "You do not think he will... Grow old of me, do you?"

"My Lady," Rhaenyra grinned, "I can with full conviction say that my uncle loves you deeply and would see your life together start as soon as possible. If he had his way, he'd of married you a decade ago."

"Yeah?" You sniffled.

"Of course," she smiled. "You're a vision, truly. My uncle is very lucky."

"Let's not keep them waiting," Alicent nodded, ushering everyone from the room. Kase carried the train of your silk gown, Jamie kept a tight hold of you as you focused only on your steps. To say you were nervous was an understatement as this wedding was to be a 'public' event.

"Just breathe," Jamie soothed, patting the hand curled around his elbow. "You look radiant, and you're about to marry the love of your life. Right?"

"Right..." You felt tears well in your eyes, "You know, I'm sorry I couldn't love your father."

"In truth, we rarely did," Kase smirked.

"Do not worry," Jamie nodded, "we understand how politics work. But know how happy we are to bare witness to this occasion."

"I am overjoyed you both are here," you sighed.

"Aline and Jocey are coming, too," Jamie informed, leading you down the stone stairs carefully. "They are very excited to see you."

You managed to keep your tears at bay until you reached the landing, seeing the swarms of servants in the short distance. "A moment, please," you whispered to them, tears slowly leaking as you took hold of one of their hands each, "because I need to tell you this. For years now, you have welcomed me into your family, and I have felt every ounce of love you have. I-I know I did not birth you, and I know your sisters are even married themselves, but know that I think of you all as my own kin."

Kase squeezed your hand, "You are kin."

"Then please... Do not let me trip," you chuckled, wiping your cheeks of your tears as the two lads smirked at each other.

"Here," Jamie nodded, using a handkerchief to dab at your tears. "You are going to ruin your make-up, mother."

"Oh," you wept openly, latching onto him. "Oh, yo-you called me mother! Oh, my boy!"

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, one that lasted a few moments before being joined by Kase. The three of you gave one final squeeze before you accepted the cloth and fixed your face, Kase nudging Jamie, "Knew you were a softy, hey?"

"Piss off," Jamie laughed.

"You made her cry."

"It's a happy cry," you grumbled lightly, swatting at them. "All right, all right, help me... How's my face?"

You sniffled again and looked at them, blinking a few times. Kase assured, "Beautiful as ever. Truly, Daemon is lucky. We often hear it whispered at court that you are truly the beauty of this country. Maybe he doesn't deserve you."

"There's still time to run," Jamie teased.

"No, no," you chuckled. "I'm ready to marry him - Gods, am I ready," you nodded, waving your hands to cool your face as Jamie tucked the cloth away.

"If you need it again, you know where to find me," he chuckled, offering his arm. "Are you ready, mother?"

Kase mimicked his action, beaming, "Mum?"

"Oh, my sweet boys," you whispered, taking their arms and starting forward. "'S lot of people."

"They're all intrigued by the Rogue Prince settling down willingly," Jamie explained.

"Yes, word spread of his marriage declaration," Kase added, both speaking quietly so only you heard as you approached the doors to the throne room - which had been transformed to host the wedding ceremony. "Everyone was so skeptical - they're curious about you."

You sighed.

"Not helping," Jamie muttered under his breath.

"Sorry," Kase winced some. "You all right?"

"Yeah, yeah," you whispered, readjusting your stance. "All right," you nodded to the guard, who nodded back, and gave the signal to start the musical procession. "Don't let me fall, lads."

"Never," they assured in union, the double doors opening, and your mouth hanging open.

"Oh, my Gods," you couldn't hold back, gawking at the interior of the throne room.

"When Daemon's left in charge," Jamie muttered. "Gods does he go all out," Kase finished.

You evened your breathing and readied your face, the two young lords leading you down the stone steps. The entire hall was packed - like it was months ago for Rhaenyra's wedding - yet you could only focus on the aisle ahead of you. Daemon had wanted a 'public' event, and that meant having the actual ceremony in front of everyone before the celebratory feast was to begin.

And at the end of the aisle was a Septon ready to perform the ceremony, and at the base of the stairs, there stood your fiancé. Daemon was fighting back a grin as you walked, his brother stood beside the Septon as a sign of power - but also blessing of this union.

There was nobody to stand on your side - or so you thought. There stood both of your step-daughters, tears in their eyes as they grinned at you. When you came to a halt, Daemon stepped up and offered his hand to Jamie first, "Son."

He smirked, teasing, "Step-father."

"Oh, what a title," you whispered. Jamie took Daemon's hand in a clasp, nodding meaningfully before Daemon did the same with Kase. The two lads then bent down some to peck either of your cheeks, moving to stand with their sisters as the Prince turned to you finally.

"Dove," he breathed, looking you up and down; taking your hands in his. "Gods, do you look breathtaking."

"Me? You look incredible," you smiled, biting your bottom lip as emotion was coating your throat. Viserys, with a grin of his own, subtly cleared his throat, and made Daemon sigh lightly.

"Come," he whispered, leading you carefully up the stairs. As the Septon gave his sermon, Daemon's eyes never left yours, and for a moment, you swore you could see tears swelling. Jamie cloaked you in the colors and sigil of 'your' House, more words spoken, hands being bound together, vows made, love professed, promises made, and when time, the cloak fell from your figure as Daemon eagerly twirled his black and red cloak around your shoulders.

After a few more promises, the Septon beamed, "Daemon? You may now - finally - kiss your bride, and bring her under your House officially. May the Gods shine upon your marriage, and let it prosper."

Daemon didn't wait a moment longer to step closer and pull you in, his lips smashing to yours as the entire court room erupted in loud cheers. Viserys clapped loudly, and even Alicent was grinning authentically; Daemon's one hand holding your waist tightly as the other slid across your jaw to hold your neck, too.

You chuckled against his lips, patting his chest, "Okay, okay, c'mon."

"Oh, my wife," he purred against your lips, pressing another kiss. "Finally."

"I love you," you promised, the Septon and Viserys moving away as servants were bringing out the head table and dressing it quickly; giving you both a moment to bask in your glory of finally wedding each other. "Is this real?"

"Yes, my love," he nodded, nose nuzzling yours. "Gods, you look beautiful."

"Which reminds me," you grinned, "the decorations look incredible, my husband. But where do these flowers hail?"

"They're called Wisteria, my wife," he smirked, pecking your lips, "and I had them shipped from Pentos."

"Daemon," you whined lightly.

"Well, in truth, Rhaenyra went with me to get them all," he chuckled lightly, letting both of his arms coil around your silk-covered waist.

"You did not..."

"I wanted to make sure you got the wedding you deserve," Daemon chuckled. "You like it?"

"It's beautiful," you assured. "I do not think I deserve it."

"You deserve so much more, my pet," he whispered.

"My boys called you step-father," you returned.

"That is good," he nodded, "is it not?"

"It is," you rushed, nodding, "just shocking, I suppose."

"Means they accept us," Daemon smirked. "And we will remain to see them marry."

"Yeah?"

"Of course, whatever my dove wants," he promised, glancing to the side. "Come, let's sit."

You let your hand tangle with Daemon's, moving for the high-table. You and Daemon sat in the middle - with Viserys right beside him, and then Alicent, and the Hand, Ser Strong. Beside you was the Princess Rhaenyra, and her husband Lord Laenor beside her. Their families were in the crowd, your own being lost quickly to the merriment.

As time passed, you found yourself leaning into your husband, hands tangled together, and gossiping lightly.

"Do you see the Lady Alloway?" You whispered, nose grazing up the skin in front of his ear before placing a slow, tender kiss.

He hummed, "She dresses as if working the brothels."

"Her usual attire," you chuckled, "but the color she wears..."

"Targaryen," he noted, turning his head to mutter to you. "And the Ser Thaller?"

"Gods," you giggled, "he's dressed as a peacock, no?"

He chuckled in return, "Thank the Gods for giving me a woman with a sense of humor."

You hummed, petting over his cheek that you weren't kissing. "This feels right," you sighed lightly, "to sit here, with my husband..."

He nodded, "How ready I am for this feast to be over."

"We've apparently a whole week to celebrate," you smirked, "might wanna slow down, my love."

"I'm putting a baby in you - tonight," He assured, nodding definitively. "There will be no slowing down for us, pet. But... My brother does like to prance."

"Well," you smirked, "perhaps I will join his lead. My husband hasn't even asked me to dance."

"Oh, that's punishable," Daemon shook his head, standing. "My love, my Lady wife, would you honor me with a dance?"

Taking his hand, you stood to your feet, "I'd love to, my sweet Lord husband."

He chuckled and lead you to the crowded floor, the pair of you stuck together like glue. Gentle touches, soft caresses, hushed words, and bright, unfiltered grins. When Daemon grew a thirst, he took leave to relieve that, and so gave time for you to overhear a few Ladies of the court gossiping about how they had seen Prince Daemon sneaking in and out of the whorehouses not two days prior.

You tried not to listen, you really did. But the women spoke with such conviction that it was hard to ignore. More so when you heard a few other whispers being spread - all regarding Daemon's infidelity.

Confusion hurt your heart, turning to spy your husband smirking as he spoke to Crowned Heir Rhaenyra - a smirk that meant he was being less than innocent. Perhaps being flirty, but definitely being mischievous.

Something in your chest snapped, and then a hand was grabbing yours; making you gasp and turn with surprise. "Oh, Y-Your Grace, forgive me, I was lost in thought."

The Queen nodded, "No need, I am sorry for being so startling. I came to check on you," she glanced around. "I expected Daemon to be on you the entire night."

"Oh, no, he was, uh... Thirsty," you nodded meekly.

"Does something bother you, my Lady? You should be smiling, enjoying the festivities," she gestured outward to the party. "I hear the Prince spent quite a lot of money for this all."

"Oh, I don't doubt it," you nodded, twiddling with your fingers. "Um, in truth, Your Grace... There is something on my mind preventing me from enjoying the merriment."

"And what might that be?"

"Will you be honest with me?"

"I will try to be," She smiled warmly.

You gulped, "It seems as if the Ladies of court have much to say about our union, and there were some more... Scandalous gossips regarding the Princess and her uncle, my Lord husband."

"No, no, my Lady, do not plague yourself with petty rumors. The Ladies speak in jealousy, you need not worry because I have seen and heard first hand how your Lord husband truly feels."

"Then why is he with her and not me, on all days...?" You sighed, bowing after. "My apologies, Your Grace, I did not mean to burden you with my worries. I will go dance, I think."

Before she could response, you spun around to disappear amongst the dancers. You searched for anyone with defined jugs that held strong, exquisite, expensive Braavosi wine. When a servant boy was located, he was all too happy to fill your goblet - though, he looked nervous, asking, "Is that enough, my Lady?"

"Maybe a bit more, love, if you would?" He nodded and poured more, waiting until you assured, "That's good, that's perfect, thank you, lad. Are you having an all right night?"

"Of course, my Lady - "

"Nobody's been mean to you, have they?"

"Well," he looked sheepish, "in truth, my Lady, your father's been... Very drunk all night, and I think the wine makes him bolder, louder."

You nodded, "Yes, wines will do that to people. Do me a favor, and tomorrow morning, you will come to me and report any Lords or Ladies who were rude to you, yes?"

"Oh, well, if my Lady insists," he breathed with relief.

"Your name?"

"Arren."

"Arren...?"

"Waters, my Lady."

"Arren Waters," you repeated. "Good good, then I will know who to call upon. What say you do me a favor, Arren?"

"Whatever my Lady needs, I will do with pride," he beamed, standing straighter; rightening his shoulders so both hands cradled the special jug of wine carefully.

"Will you be my eyes and ears tonight?" You muttered. "You blend in, you're young, nobody's thinking twice about your presences. But where I cannot be, where I cannot hear, will you do so for me?"

"Oh, whatever you need," he nodded again. "I can report tomorrow morning?"

"During breakfast before the tournament." you nodded. "Thank you, again, Arren."

With a wink, you turned and again, melted into the crowd; downing half of your goblet in two full drinks before someone was catching your arm. "Mother!" Kase laughed, obviously already drunk off his arse. "Come have a dance with me, please!"

"I do not think I am nearly drunk enough for that," You laughed, trying to stabilize him. But he only groaned.

"Then drink faster!"

"Mum!" This time Jamie called, leading his sisters Aline and Jocey behind him.

"Mum?" Aline repeated with distain. "When did that start?"

"Today," you chuckled, hugging both of your step-daughters, offering a kiss to their cheeks. "I will take it as a wedding present from them. It is good to see you both, you look beautiful."

"Thank you, and might I say you look extraordinary," Jocey smiled, preening lightly over you.

"It is good the lads have you," Aline added.

"I am determined to find Jamie a suitable wife," you chuckled.

"No, it's more than that," Jocey shrugged lightly, watching Jamie and Kase throw an arm around each other's shoulders as they spoke with animation. "Thank you for being there when we weren't."

"Much like myself, you ladies were preforming your duty to your family," you nodded back. "Loving you lot like family was far too easy."

"Hmm, I suppose that explains the rumors," Aline winced some, glancing at her sister.

"I'm sorry?" You asked, chest hollowing.

"Don't," Jocey warned with a glare.

"Y/N, tell us in truth," Aline turned to face you with determination steeling her features, "were you cheating on our father?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I ask if you started sleeping with the Prince before our father passed - by what I might say are strange circumstances."

Confusion swirled in your gut, but then it all clicked in your heart and mind. "You'd consider words of whispers from my jealous sister over what you know to be tied and true from me? Fascinating, considering you were just thanking me."

"Your sister?" Aline cocked her head.

"She is the only person I can think who would ever start such a vile rumor," you explained, cocking your head some. "Someone who would not care for repercussions because they believe themself untouchable."

"So, we are to believe our father's death did not come by hand of your new husband, the Prince?" Aline crossed her arms tightly, and you took another mouthful of wine. "Our father was a solider and did not often lose!"

"I'd tread carefully, Lady Aline Tully," you cocked your head some, looking her up and down, "for rumors of such hateful accusations can get one into a lot of trouble. I did not love your father, this is true, and I was unable to ever give him a child. But as rumor has it, your mothers met fates similar to what I would have met, should your father not of fallen during honorable sword-play. Now," you finished your goblet, "your brother asked me for a dance. I suggest you both try to enjoy the festivities and not dwell on my bedroom habits, because I promise you won't get far. As I'm sure you've imagined, or perhaps even heard through your precious rumors, the Prince is insatiable and there is too much for either of you to ever fathom. Have a good night, Ladies, I look forward to us dining in the morning."

Setting your goblet with more force than what was necessary to a near-by table, you moved around the two whispering-sisters to smile at Kase. "I think you asked for a dance, my boy?"

"Oh, hell yeah! Let's go!" He laughed, pulling you onto the dance floor and almost instantly joining in-step to whatever music played. "Jamie, c'mon!" Kase laughed, and Jamie followed; with their sisters watching from the sidelines, the three of you easily joined the steps of those around you.

You felt his eyes burn into your back, but paid your new husband no mind - because if he could be overly distracted by his niece, you'd not give him the time of day. However, just as you turned and anticipated stepping into Jamie's arms, Daemon was there to take your hands in his, leading you in your dance.

"Oh," you sighed, "nice of you to finally join me."

"Oh-hooo, is that malice in your voice, my love?" He teased.

"Why did you look so close to your niece, Daemon? Is there something I do not know?" You asked, not wanting to tip-toe around anything anymore. "Are you playing me for a fool?"

He sighed against your ear, still holding onto you by latching to your waist as people around you changed partners. "Dove, there's nothing for you to know, nor worry over, because there isn't anything there. I have my eyes only for you, and I would not have married you if I didn't want you. Do not think so little of me that I would ever lead you on."

"Then you are no longer visiting the Street of Silk?"

His lips moved over the shell of your ear, "There is no time, nor cum left in me with how insatiable you are."

Funny how he used that word to describe you, too.

You sighed, "Do not avoid the question, Daemon. People talk - people spy. I do not wish to know that I have just married a man who is going to treat me like the last did."

Daemon came to a halt, and everything around you stood still - despite still moving at a normal place. It was just you and he, and he looked almost betrayed as his tongue switched to High Valyrian. "You would compare me to that fat fuck? The man who abused you? Only ever hurt you?"

"I would only ever have you tell me the truth - please," you begged in response. "I cannot stand the way they speak of us, yet I can endure it for you, but only if you're honest. I cannot bare the idea of you in the arms of another woman, so, if you've visited the Street, please, no more. Please, just... Come to me, instead. I know you are not used to a loving marriage, but we are not the same as before, and I am not the Lady Royce."

He frowned, "How could I let you believe I could ever want anyone else? That I would ever be with anyone else? I know you are not like the Bronzed Bitch - and I thank the Gods for it! I married you for love, and that is rare in this country - in this lifetime, that I am not keen on ruining it so swiftly. So, no, my pet, I have not visited the Street of Silk since you came back into my life - for there is no reason for me to go there ever again. Less you want to," he ended with a small smirk.

"The girls asked if you killed their father," you told him, worry shooting through your heart as you kept your conversation private by speaking in his mother's tongue. "I've reason to believe Jasline and my father continue to pour poison in the ears that are willing to listen, and I am beginning to feel... I don't know, trapped? The truth is, I have no land, nor titles - "

"I do not care for that, and I've told you time and again, you are all I want because you are all I need." Daemon's hands moved to cradle your jaw, sweeping his thumb over your cheekbones, "And then, please, talk to me, pet, and do not listen to their words. You and I know the truth, and we just swore vows to one another that we would not lie, nor hold secrets."

You nodded, "Then it is just petty gossip?"

"As always," he assured in a whisper, pressing a long kiss to your forehead. "Are you tired, dove?"

"A bit," you admitted, "today was overwhelming."

"Then let us sit," he wrapped his arms around you, moving for the high banquet table again.

"We cannot just... Leave?"

"Not yet," he sighed, "because Viserys has not departed yet. The King is the first to leave, or he give's dismissal to us. Come here," he lowered you into your seat before taking his, nudging a platter closer. "Eat, dove. Something tells me you're in for a long night."

"Daemon," you chuckled, but did indeed begin to graze.

"Why would your step-daughters ask about me?" He asked quietly, leaning his elbows to his knees to be closer to you, chin gently rubbing on your upper arm.

"They are suspicious of how their father died," you sighed. "Believed it not to be as natural as we tried to pass."

"Hmm," he considered, leaning in to press his lips over your shoulder. "What did you tell them?"

"That it was unwise to make such vile accusations."

He chuckled, "My good and loyal girl."

"Here," you fed him a bit of cake that had been passed out. He hummed as he licked his lips with a smirk, making you tease, "You're making it very hard to just sit here."

"I had an idea, actually," he mentioned, glancing nervously at you. "You still hold the Old Gods, do you not?"

"I was born in the North," you nodded, leaning back in your chair as he did, head tilted down to look at you. "I find peace at the Weirwood, I prefer to pray there, yes."

Daemon smirked, "Then I've a surprise for you."

"I do, too."

"Hey?" He smirked. "I'm supposed to gift you, my dove."

Your eyes rolled playfully, "I'm allowed to gift you, too."

"Hmm," he considered, "all right, what is it?"

"Well, what is yours?"

He smirked, "You will see."

"Then so shall you," you smirked back.

"Devilish woman," he purred, leaning in to press his lips to yours in a smoldering kiss.

"Daemon," you warned with a small giggle.

"They will get used to this," he purred, "for I do not intend to hold back on my affections."

You sighed lightly, "I do not know what I did to deserve you."

"Everything right," he promised in a whisper.

"Brother," Viserys called, "brother! Come, give a speech!"

"No, Viserys, it's getting late - "

"All the more reason!" Viserys laughed. "Speech! Speech! Your King wants a speech!"

"Come on," you smiled at Daemon, "say a few words of thanks, wish them all a well-and-true tournament, and let us be done, hmm? He might let us leave after."

"You might be right," he muttered, Viserys rousing the whole hall to call for Daemon's words. When he stood, they cheered heartily, making you grin behind your hand. "Friends, family," he called, "peers, come, raise your glasses."

He lead the way by holding his goblet up, continuing, "I'd like to give a toast to my new bride, and tell her publicly, that I am without a doubt beyond grateful for our blessed union - after all this time," he smirked down at you, offering his free hand. When you stood, his arm snaked around your waist to hold you to his side, speaking loudly to the hall, "A toast to my gorgeous wife, and to a prosperous marriage that's finally come to fruition." His goblet rose higher in the air. "May the Seven bless us, and bless all of you - who have chosen to celebrate with us this week!" The hall broke our in an outrageous applause. "May the wine flow freely and you all find your winnings this week!"

They cheered again, making you smile as Daemon prompted, "To the new Princess of the City!"

You felt your eyes bulge slightly as he grinned and took his obligatory sip of wine - the hall echoing his words before taking their own drinks. "What did you just say?" You asked quietly.

"Viserys has written decree that your official title is Princess - though, you will have no claim to the throne."

"Oh, my Gods," you breathed, looking between his eyes as you pet over his chest. "If we weren't in a room full of people, I'd take you on that Throne again. Daemon - this is too much - "

"No, I'd give you the world if I could," he grinned. "My Princess."

"Dameon - "

"It's a title, my love," he nodded gently. "We will come to discuss your position in court, and perhaps on the Small Counsel."

You nodded gently, "You're too much sometimes..."

He shrugged some, looking over your shoulder before shifting you lightly into his side. The King approached you both, grinning widely as he laughed, opening his arms, "My! You know how to give a toast, brother."

"He's gifted with words when he chooses to be," you teased, patting your husband's stomach.

"And you!"

"And me!"

Viserys chuckled, and unknown to you, clocked the look his brother gave him. "Well, today's been long and if you'd like to retire, feel free to send orders to the kitchens for wine or whatever have you."

"Thank you, Your Grace," you breathed in relief, watching him smirk with a nod - offering more congratulations before bidding goodnight and taking his leave.

"Come," Daemon smirked, taking your hand and leading you straight for the doors. A few drunker guests hollered and whooped after you both; your legs jogging lightly to keep up with Daemon's elongated strides. He wanted to get you away from the crude comments as soon as possible, and lead you away up the stairs - out to the foyer - and then down a hall that did not house your room.

"Daemon? Love? C'mon, slow down," you whispered, tugging on his hand.

"Sorry," he nodded back, glancing over your shoulder, "there are some who take rudely to the after-wedding traditions."

Your eyes rolled, "Fuck them..."

"No, you're gonna fuck me," he smirked, leading you around another corner.

"Why're we going to the Godswood?" You wondered. "Sweetheart, aren't we going to bed?"

"Eager, are we?"

"I feel my slick dripping down my thighs," you bit back, "and it's a husband's duty to handle that, is it not?"

"I'll handle it," he assured, looking this way and that, "after I marry you in the eyes of your Gods."

"Daemon?"

But he paused, revealing the Godswood to you. There was only Mary there, beaming as she waited for you both. "Marry me, again?" He smirked at you.

"Oh," you breathed, forehead to his for a moment as you squeezed his hand. "Yes, yes, yes, this is - yes, it's perfect!"

"Come," he nodded, leading you up to Mary - and within minutes, your hands were bound, and you were repeating more vows to one another - ending togther,

"I am her's, and she is mine." "I am his, and he is mine."

"Prince Daemon, you may kiss your bride," Mary beamed, watching Daemon swoop in again to kiss you with all tongue; hands holding you still, and keeping you pressed against his front. Mary quietly left the Godswood to escape for the halls of the Keep, peaking back to watch with a grin as your arms wrapped around Daemon's neck.

"Wait," you breathed, pausing your kiss to glance around - but failed to hold back your moan when his mouth descended to your neck. "Daemon," you begged.

"Shh," he hushed, licking a bold strip up to your pulse point. "We're alone, I've had it arranged."

"What?" You asked, pressing your chest into his as your back arched.

He sighed lightly, "I've paid the servants off to keep everyone away."

"And you trust them?"

"If they value their lives..."

You giggled lightly, "Threatening people in my name?"

"For your honor," he purred, tugging your hands with him. He moved around the tree, allowing you a single corner of privacy as he unlaced the Targaryen cloak from your shoulders. "Tell me how you want it."

"Breed me," you spoke instantly, letting your tongue lap with his as he splayed the cloak out, "and then take me to bed properly."

"Whatever my wife commands, I will provide," he purred, scraping his teeth over your jaw before turning you rapidly - making you gasp. "On your knees," he spoke in your ear, lowering you to the ground, and yanking at his belts.

You positioned yourself on your hands and knees, ignoring the cold ground, and pulling your skirt up over your hips to give a wiggle; peering back at him. He groaned and reached a hand for your warmth, hissing through his teeth as he prodded his fingers into your wet heat - other hand desperate to free himself.

"Put a baby in me, Daemon," you demanded.

"Yes," he huffed, humping into you as your back bowed. "Oh, fuck," he hissed, sinking all the way into you as your hips adjusted to his length.

You moaned in response, "Wanna make you a Daddy."

He panted as he took hold of your hips, "Keep talking."

"Want your cum dripping outta me," you whined, bracing your hands as he pounded into you. "And my belly swollen with your child. Want you touching me - fuck - fuck - fuck. Harder, please - "

"Call me Dady, again."

"Oh, fuck, Daddy, yes, fuck me harder," you begged, cheek pressed to the soft velvet of the black cloak.

"Can you take it, pet?" he smirked, readjusting his hold; slapping a palm to your arse cheek, and relishing in the ripple of flesh.

"Yes, Daddy," you preened, his hand snaking around to hold your throat and bring you back into his chest. "Can handle anything you throw at me - promise, promise, yes, Daddy, please."

"Oh-hoo," he moaned, hips stuttering to hump into yours; hand tightening. "Take it, take it, take it," he seethed, hips punctuating each word. Your own hand drifted to rub at your clit, dropping to your chest as you went limp from your orgasm crashing into you almost violently. Daemon gave a small shout, hand latched to the back of your neck, and his hips grinding into yours as he found his end.

"Oh, fuck," you breathed, panting into the ground.

"Yeah," his grin was heard, a hand petting over your hair. "You get tighter everyday, pet."

"Hush," you laughed lightly, whining right after as he pulled his softening cock out of your cunt. He paused to push his fingers into your cunt, pushing his cum back up into you with an air of fascination.

Within 15 minutes, Daemon had you in his arms and entering your room to lay you on your bed - locking the door as you stripped from your wedding attire. When you peaked behind you, your husband was watching with a newly-poured goblet of wine, eyes raking over you. "Get on the bed," he demanded lowly, almost growling his words. "I'm not done with you, yet."

"Good," you nodded, sitting pretty and slowly opening your legs. Your fingers ran down your lips, toying with his cum that still leaked out of you - watching his throat bob. "I'm not pregnant yet."

"We'll fix that," he assured, standing to his feet to set his now-empty goblet aside.

"I want you bare," your head cocked.

"Making demands?"

"Isn't it my husband's duty to ensure I get what I want?" You smirked.

"My good girl," he smirked, "you're learning."

final / part six: One Sunrise at a Time

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[chuuyasheaven]

» Rei’s 400 follower special !! «

Summary; 400 follower event/special!!! TW: THIS IS A NSFW EVENT ONLY. Minors can request/ interact if they want- I’m not stopping y’all!!

Notes (from me); AHH FINALLY!! IM SO FUCKING THANKFULL FOR ALL THE SUPPORT, SO TO SHOW IT, ILL ARRANGE THIS SPECIAL EVENT FOR BSD Characters (NSFW) !!

RULES (from Rei);

This Event is different from all the others i started, because one; i will let you request, but also chose some drabbles/fics myself!

THINGS I’LL WRITE FOR;

Bungo stray dogs [Bsd] Men/boys:

Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Kunikida Doppo, Atsushi Nakajima, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Ranpo Edogawa, Egdar Allen Poe.

If you request something like: “Could you do Chuuya with prompt/number (-) and please make it start/end with fluff ?” Because, i need to learn to get better at my fluff writing lol.

You can choose from;

Fem!/afab!/gender neutral!Reader

THINGS I WON’T WRITE FOR;

Any underage ppl. (Kyoka, Elise, Q, Kenji)

MORI IS A BIG NO-NO (I’m sorry but idk how to write for a p3do-)

P!ss kink/Scat play/Vomit/Dub-/Non-con (aka r@pe)/ etc.

Maybe S0mnophilia if it’s consented.

PROMPTS/NUMBERS+K!NKS;

🍓- Number / 🌶- Kinks

🍓;

[ 1 ] “Such a good girl f’me, hm?”

[ 2 ] “If you weren’t such a brat earlier, i would’ve let you cum, darling.”

[ 3 ] “You’re crying? How cute of you, angel..”

[ 4 ] “If you dress like a whore, you get fucked like one. You should know this.” [ 5 ] “If you want it so badly, beg for it. I want to hear your voice, dear.”

[ 6 ] “I know you can take it, darling.”

[ 7 ] “You taste devine, my love. I could taste you for hours.”

[ 8 ] “I feel you soaking up, you must really enjoy this, hm?”

[ 9 ] “At the end of tonight, I'll have you scream my name, angel.”

[ 10 ] “Quit teasing me, darling..”

[ 11 ] “If you keep squirming like this, i might as well hold you in your place, right?”

[ 12 ] “You look so pretty in this dress..please, let me rip it off of you, angel..”

[ 13 ] “Keep quiet, or anyone might see you like this. We don’t want that now, do we?”

[ 14 ] “Only i can make you fall apart like this. This is a sight for me only.”

[ 15 ] “I will fuck this pussy until it’s dripping my cum, understood?”

🌶;

[ 1 ] > Praising k!nk

[ 2 ] > Degrading k!nk

[ 3 ] > Brat taming

[ 4 ] > Bondage k!nk (handcuffs, comfy ropes, ties, etc., as long it’s not to extra!)

[ 5 ] > Roleplay (I’ll try bru)

[ 6 ] > Shower sex

[ 7 ] > Soft/passionate sex

[ 8 ] > Stress relief sex

[ 9 ] > Threesome (please be a little specific)

[ 10 ] > Thigh riding/sex [?] (cock thrusting between them)

That’s all! You can request sub!/switch!Characters, the Reader can be requested with any of these reqs!!

This event will keep up until i have 10-15 fics/drabbles up!!!

[leviscolwill]

[CLOSED] leviscolwill 600 followers blurb celebration ★

first off, thank you soooo much for following me and my fics because at the end of the day, i'm just a silly girl writing about her silly footy crushes and i'd never thought people would actually like it!! i'm very thankful for all of you and i'm kissing all of your foreheads.

the 'rules' are simple, you send me one or multiple numbers (and specify if u mean dialogue or scenario for the first few numbers) from this prompt list by @ihateprompts, + a player/driver (it can be one that i've written for or not, i'm open to write for a lot of them so don't hesitate!!) and i'll write a little blurb. idk how long i'm opening my requests for this, because idk how many of you will participate hehe. anyways thank you again ilyyyy -eve 🩷

dialogue

"can i kiss you?"

"are you sure about this?"

"close your eyes"

"wanna practise?"

"i really, really want to kiss you right now"

"i think i deserve a kiss"

"if you win, i'll kiss you"

"kiss me again"

"are you wearing chapstick?"

"shut up" (affectionately)

"you'll have to teach me"

"was that okay?"

"woah..."

"you're gonna get lipstick all over me"

"i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"

"just follow my lead"

"one more kiss? please?"

"can we do that again?"

actions / scenarios

hand kisses

neck kisses

cheek kisses

stomach kisses

forehead kisses

thigh kisses

trailing kisses down your lovers body

arms wrapped around your lovers neck

light pecks

smiling while kissing

lifting your lover up

kisses meant to distract

kissing for a dare

goodmorning kisses

goodnight kisses

hello kisses

goodbye kisses

kitchen counter makeouts

kisses while cuddling

soft kisses becoming heated

heated kisses becoming soft

kisses to keep your lover quiet during sex

kisses while sitting in your lovers lap

kisses under mistletoe

leaving love bites on your lover

pulling away to look at eachother, eyes full of love

whispering in-between kisses

lifting up your lover while kissing

messy half asleep kisses

kisses that lead to more than kissing

kissing in the rain

almost kisses that are interrupted by a third party

nervous kisses

staring at your lover's lips before a kiss

hands on your lovers neck while kissing

routine kisses

drunk (mutually / accidental) kisses

kissing your lover as a reward

lazy makeouts

kisses leaving you breathless

heavy breathing with foreheads leaning together

hands in your lovers hair

hands under your lovers clothes

forbidden kisses

pulling your lover in by their collar

pulling your lover in by their tie

hands cupping your lovers cheeks

passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall

being caught kissing

confessing in the heat of the moment, leading to a kiss

luring your lover back to bed with kisses

kisses with a height difference - one leaning down while the other is on their tiptoes

[bluebunnysart]

(Chimera Teto x Android Miku WIP, another one, yeah, another one lol)

I may not finish WIPs but I can definitely start new drawings!! 😂Hahahaha ! I always try to make them chibis (for simplicity) but I also want to draw details/the full body, so of course it turns into a double full-body drawing that takes forever.... This isn't even the final lineart obviously but it's almost 5 AM again and I know I'm gonna fuss with this some more, so I guess here's a WIP so I can show off what I did at least tonight xD In case I decide to do other things in the meantime...

Tell me why I literally spent like 2 hours (fr) trying to draw Miku 'cuz Miku is hard asf to draw and challenges me to draw better 😂😂😂😂 Anyway (a long-ish) explanation of stuff under the read more 'cuz I don't want to take up people's dashboards. When I finally finish this drawing or the other one, I won't have to yap as much in the post too. xD

A series of things happened today that led to me creating this drawing. (Miku's prefinal lineart is done too btw, I'm just not showing her to you 'cuz no point spoiling the whole drawing lol, plus I might make changes.)

I went to the store for a brief moment 'cuz all my pens kept running out of ink and I was annoyed I didn't have any reliable pens and I wanted a pen to write a continuation to this AU, right.

When I went to the store, there was a song playing and I thought it sounded nice, what little I heard of it before I had to return to work. So once I left the store and was able to look at my phone again, I looked up this song through the lyrics I heard and I found it. And the whole song was even better than I thought: the lyrics and music are INCREDIBLY sweet and now I really like it. xD

Besides liking it in general as a song (this genre of song), I was ALSO super into it because I thought, "This is super End of the World AU-coded (Android Miku x Chimera Teto)" and it made me so happy, excited, and giddy lol.

Like, listen to this...

"When the cloud's above your head / And the sun's not breaking through / You know I'll be there to sing this song for you. / And it goes: / La la la / la la la la la~..."

This is absolutely something the Miku in my AU would sing. This is absolutely a song she and Teto would listen to together-- like, I could draw them listening to it together and that's actually practically what my drawing is lol. I could draw an animatic or make an MV to this song about them... I could make a comic where Miku is singing this directly to Teto and persuades her to sing it with her, especially the chorus (la la la) parts. I smile because in the first fic, Miku also goes "lalala~" (idk the number of la's lol), and it's not like what she sings is this or anything, but it's a small connection that I like. xD I literally discovered this song only today but this is absolutely a song Teto would have in either one of the cassette players or in the MP3 player. This song matches them and the AU too so Miku would absolutely sing it and like it a lot too. This song made me think of my AU and I was already excited/trying to keep writing more so I could get to the good parts, so finding this song made me really excited, ok. xD

Also I'm not sure how you WOULDN'T adore Miku if she sang something like this, especially directly to Teto (her only audience).

All the sweet lines and stuff made me super soft, so I put this song on loop and literally played it for hours. The whole time I was drawing too. It's just so cute and fitting and it's what made me create art for this AU again instead of making Turing Love fanart or one of the other dozens of ideas I have and whatnot. xD

That was a lot of words to explain what prompted this drawing in the first place when it wasn't planned in the slightest, but now I'll talk more about the drawing itself.

I was inspired by all the fanart I've received so far! It'll show in the final drawing. c: But when drawing this, I was looking at Slyvasta's art since I wanted to draw Slyvasta's version of Teto too. Teto is easiest to draw imo, so we've got the scarf, horn, wings, and tail. The pupils were actually added at the very end 'cuz Slyvasta's has sharp pupils and I thought that was cool and a good idea lol: this Teto's eyes can have sharp pupils (dragon/reptile-like) while Miku's eyes are more round yet robotic.

I was thinking about the flavor of tsundere that Teto is (in my AU) and this drawing was partially inspired by me wanting to clarify stuff about that. xD I did call her "cool, gruff, indifferent, etc." which is all true and does apply, but she's still playful and can be lively, even if she's been beaten down by exhaustion and gloominess, as I've mentioned. In other words, she never was a complete downer or anything (I know I said that before), but I wanted to clarify that she's not, like, the cold type who's ONLY frowning or who's grumpy either.

If I think about it, the "trying to act cool/indifferent" thing is mostly an act I think, yeah. xD Like, of course she'll frown or have a neutral uninterested expression if she's bored or she's been through annoying experiences (like starving or encountering various issues), but she's still kicking, if that makes sense. Like, the enthusiasm and zest for life isn't exactly there, but she's doing what she can to get by. I guess she's more of the type to distract herself and focus on other stuff so she doesn't get too existential? So it's not like she isn't lowkey depressed-- she's just the type to make jokes about it. She's basically original mischievous Teto but with some baggage she's carrying.

This might seem like a weird post now based on the stuff I'm writing LOL but I really did think about it, ok. xD The way to characterize her. And she has really valid reasons to be sad and everything, but she's not as harsh and edgy as her appearance implies. That's something that I really like about her: the gap moe lol.

So what does this mean in relation to Miku? Well, Teto is a pretty normal girl who's cool and nonchalant. She's probably arrogant in a cute way too, judging from her catchphrase and how she likes acting like a know-it-all and being praised/appreciated. But basically, the tsundere mainly comes out whenever she gets embarrassed.

The Teto in my AU can smile and has a couple of times, and she's nice because she helps Miku out before she even knows Miku that well. So....

She's probably the type to send Miku soft smiles without even realizing it. Like, she relaxes a lot and is happy or something and then her expression will turn so warm or gentle, I'm pretty sure. 🥰 Her tail and body language already gives her away, so I love the idea of her expression changing into a really affectionate one before she even notices or realizes it. She realizes she's been smiling the whole time after 5 whole minutes pass or Miku points it out and then she's like, "I-I wasn't smiling or anything?! (unsure why she's immediately denying it)" lol.

Anyway, THAT'S when the tsundere comes out. She isn't tsundere towards Miku unprompted, and even though Teto doesn't know how to deal with Miku YET, that doesn't mean Teto walks on eggshells around her or is curt/cold to her. Teto acts very naturally and herself-- she only gets tsundere whenever she's NOT acting like herself, aka being really weak or soft for Miku at different moments.

Her tsundere is a weak kind of tsundere too (unlike Neru, who isn't in this AU anyway), so she'll just get embarrassed or lie or act kinda awkward or prickly to hide her embarrassment (maybe a sharp word or two, along the lines of "Shush" and "Shuddup"), but in the end, she's a very cute and kind girl. 🥰 They both are 🥰🥰🥰

It might take me one or two more iterations before I'm finally satisfied with the final lineart, but this time, I made the time lapse longer, so you'll be able to see how I struggled to draw Miku for like 2 whole hours. xD

This, too, I want to color. I actually wanted to color my first drawing first, but then I discovered the song I mentioned earlier and it made me so hyped up that I wanted to create a whole new piece about it. Along with the other two songs that I associate with this AU, I was really happy to find yet another one. This song is cute in general too, so it was immediately added to my Motivation playlist. xD

With how hard Miku is to draw and how long drawing takes in general, it makes me even more impressed with Miku artists lol. Like, Miku is so demanding but I love her so of course I'll push through until I do her justice... I'm slow because I care a lot and want to do these two right, ok... xD Lineart and the like is more in my comfort zone, but I'll definitely tackle coloring soon; tonight's session only proves that it'll take longer than I expected/5 hours lol.

I'm not only planning to create stuff for my AU only-- I want to make all kinds of Mktt stuff. But I was really inspired by other people's art and this time, I even drew with their art in mind lol.

I have no idea how long it'll take, but I'll continue to make more art! To me, it's the clearest way I show/understand my love lol. I've been inspired seeing other people's art too, so I definitely wanted to draw my own....

Anyway, time to go tf to sleep. (it's 6 AM 😅)

[softcitrus2345]

Hey three questions?

Are requests open besides commissions?

Do you have any female ocs?

Will requests solely be for your ocs?

Three answers!

1. Unfortunately no, I don't have requests open. I can't afford to do art for others for free, and now that I just got my first job I'm gonna be a lot busier than I used to be, so finding the time/motivation to draw is gonna be harder for me to navigate

Also I feel like it defeats the purpose of me having commissions open while also making art catered for others for free, I gotta make money somewhere yknow

And from what I've seen in this community a lot of the requests artists get are for one-off prompts or characters, which just isn't my cup of tea. I can't get invested in a character or a drawing that is just like a one-time thing, if that makes sense?

I don't want that to snowball with me getting flooded with requests from people for random prompts they wanna see drawn out

I hope that makes sense, and please don't see this as me being upset at the question, I just like to be thorough with my answers and explain why /gen

2. I do! Unfortunately not a whole lot that I draw, my main female oc is Vanessa, and I just love her to bits. Her and Damien are stuck like glue so most of my drawings of her also include her lovely hubby~

If you're wondering about me drawing female weight gain, I'm just not really into that, for a number of reasons, but the main one being my feelings towards the female weight gain community, and how it treats women mostly just as an object for pleasure. As an afab person, it just makes me really uncomfortable how I see women portrayed in the feedism community, since from what I can tell most of the people that create/seek out that kind of content are cishet men just looking to get off.

I know that's not the entire female wg community but it's unfortunately the majority of what I've encountered, and it's just turned me off from the subject completely. There are *very* few times I'll see female weight gain portrayed in a way I can appreciate, and those few are like little gold nuggets that I gotta find by sifting through all the shitty stuff, it's just not worth it for me

It just feels dehumanizing, idk

As a fat person who has always been fat, and who is (unfortunately) still perceived by the general public as female, I've seen first hand the way society treats people like me, the backhanded comments and fatshaming and diet culture, and the horrible things I've been called before.. I see it all too often in the female feedism community, it's just a big no no for me overall

Sorry, I kinda went off on a tangent there, hope I didn't derail this post too much-

3. If I were to ever open up requests, I would say yes, they would only involve my ocs. I use this blog sort of as a public sandbox, where I can just kinda play around with my ocs and share my art with you all. I want the focus to be on my ocs and my own original content, with the exception of my friends and mutuals ocs which I do enjoy drawing from time to time

TLDR, yes, if I hypothetically opened requests they would only be for my ocs, just to keep my blog clear of clutter and random prompts I'm not interested in. I don't want to add another layer of stress to my life with requests and stuff that I can't keep up with

Maybe someday TTwTT

But yeah! Thank you for your questions, anon, it's always nice to have a prompt like this so I can share my thoughts, however messy they may be TTwTT

[f1-stuff]

What was the reason that made you start shipping Charlos? I love your work, actually your multichapter is my confort fic for this season of hell, and I'll love to know what made you think : Ah yes, romance material. Like some specific reason (actually no, if you want to give us all the reasons would be great) maybe? Because yeah, we all know their behaviour in public 😂.

Ohoho what a question 😂 I will try to be brief...

The first video of them together that I can remember made me insane was the jenga challenge and the outtakes, which inspired me to make my first f1 gifsets EVER! I'd been watching f1 races for about a year, and following Ferrari on social media, but hadn't really engaged with the content much bc of grad school...

So I consumed all the content I missed, and just fell in love with their dynamic. They make each other laugh, and Carlos seems to really bring Charles out of his shell. And they're both so talented and hardworking, but I love Charles' almost boyish raw talent paired with Carlos' hardwork perseveres ethic.

I think, in general, just how touchy they are and comfortable in each other's space stuck out to me. I don't think I've ever seen such an openly tactile male friendship, especially coming from watching north american sports, where men seem a lot more repressed lol

On top of that, the fact they have the same name and somehow ended up teammates with Ferrari just feels like fate or destiny or something... (but if they were both called Carlos or both Charles, I don't think I'd read or write fic. I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face 😂)

I'm such a shipper tho - every fandom I've been in, I can't help it. I was previously a hockey blog, and in that fandom there were a looot of fics that really made me fall hard for pairings. Charlos was the opposite where there seemed to be sooo much actual content of the two of them interacting, where it almost feels like RPF watching it (I'm like, 'did they really just do/say that??'), but a total lack of fics. So I'm trying to remedy that 😅 (if you knew the number of fic prompts/ideas I have outlined that I haven't gotten to...)

They're the hardest pairing I've ever written for actually bc they're both very charming and funny (their banter is on another level fr), as well as multilingual, which adds another complicated layer. Fortunately, spanish and italian are two languages I'd been learning for years, but I'm by no means fluent, and I know almost zero French haha. Also, they both just have really compelling histories, and it very quickly inspired in me an empathy and love for them.

Anyway, thanks for this ask! (I'm sorry it wasn't brief.) But to sum it up, idk if I can list an exact moment where it clicked - it was just an overall impression I got right away...

((they make me so insane))

[digital-chance]

Author Ask Tag Game

thank you @rmgrey-author for the tag!

I'll be using "you still would've been mine" for this. Template beneath cut.

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it? I would say that the main lesson is anti-war. I heard once that all war movies are anti-war, and I'd even extend it to writings. Showing war and showing the impact of it on society and overall life is not only exactly what I want to show but also a huge part of anti-war. // I chose that theme because I was thinking about Captain America and his timeline. He went into a war and woke up and had to continue fighting for SHIELD. It didn't seem like he got much of a break. And also I didn't like how Endgame happened. It was too sudden and implausible and pissed me off. He deserves a break but I really wanted to do it my way.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)? tumblr, pinterest, webcomics, sometimes kdramas or tv series. inspiration comes and goes at the most random of times so I honestly can't quite say for sure. i also have shitty memory so idk haha

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person? Cap is the main MC and the main POV of the fanfic and he is trying to achieve balance after being thrown out of time. I hope to show people his recovery and stabilization and to show people how that process is different for each person. Bucky is the other MC/POV and with him I wanted to show that self-forgiveness and being able to let things go is important.

How many chapters is your story going to have? I have literally no idea. It'll have as many as it needs. Hopefully it'll be an even number.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it? It's fanfiction and I'll post it on ao3, here, and maybe wattpad too.

When and why did you start writing? I started writing initially as a kid because I wanted to read a story and no-one else would be able to write it like how i wanted it.

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow? Just write. Literally just open up a word document and write shit down. It doesn't have to be any good quality content, but it is something. I've learned with art and again with writing that the empty page is worse than literal scribbles or ramblings. Using brackets [] as placeholders is also a useful way to keep this flow. // I follow quite a few writeblrs. I tend to tag the writeblrs I follow in most tag games and the ones below are just part of the amazing community on here. The one section of writeblr i heavily depend on are all those writing prompts. I love you guys and couldn't do this without you <3

gently tagging : @tea-and-mercury, @scribbling-stardust , @anonymousfoz , @squarebracket-trick , @leisoree , @bethodical , @mthollowell-writes , @all-write , @karolinarodrigueswrites , @janec23 , & @daughter-of-inklings

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

How many chapters is your story going to have?

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

When and why did you start writing?

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

[coolcattime]

👀

So maybe it's just because I finally finished Telltale's The Walking Dead last week, but I keep thinking about my Mianite zombie au that I love the concept of but like have no idea if I'll ever write proper stuff for. I've talked about a number of the details before, but I have like more concrete ideas now, I think anyway

So like zombie apocalypse 10-ish years in, the world has pretty much settled into: There are zombies now and while life can be pretty nice in the towns we've set up, most of the world is fucked. All the main characters remember the world pre-apoc, but that was back when they were kids. All of them have long since been forced to adjust to their new world. Zombies are walking dead style, mostly slow moving, but there are ‘special’ zombies around (though idk exactly what they do). (Actually details under the read more because I when the prompt says ramble, I ramble ^-^)

Tucker is a town guard/occasional bounty hunter when the pay is good enough.

Tom is a scavenger who typically lives in the same town as Tucker, but has a couple safe bases in the abandoned towns and cities he scavenges from.

Jordan is a bandit leader, he himself always seems friendly enough, but his group is known for robbing and sometimes killing travelling traders and blackmailing less defended towns for supplies.

Sonja is a researcher in an underground facility that’s still looking for the cure. She’s very rarely gone out into the wider world, though she’s desperate to know if it’s really as bad as everyone says it is.

Wag is a mechanic/scout for the same research facility, one of the few people that is allowed into the outside world. He’s thoroughly entertained by Sonja’s questions, even if some of the other researchers think that her wanting to learn about life outside the facility is dragging her focus away from the cure effort.

Capsize and Redbeard used to be travelling traders until their group was attacked by bandits. Capsize fought them off, but made herself the number one target of the local bandit leader. The two have set up base in an abandoned town, setting up traps to help them pick off the bandits that seem determined to track them down, and trading with any friendly scavengers for supplies.

Tom and Capsize end up finding out they’re immune after being bitten.

Tom was bitten a couple of months back. He didn’t even realise he was bitten for three days, finding the fading wound on his leg after getting back to town and washing up. He’s only guessing the time as that was the last time he saw zombies at all. He knew sometime was wrong, he was far past the typical turning time and had none of the symptoms he’d seen other people develop in the hours after their bites. But he also knew that if anyone learnt he was bitten he was dead. So, on his next trip out, he doesn’t come back, hoping that everyone writes him off as just disappearing into the night. Tucker has become increasingly worried about him not returning.

Capsize was bitten over a year ago, clearing out a building went very wrong and she ended up with a bite on her shoulder, the zombie only just missing her neck before Redbeard sliced through it with an axe. She passed out, and woke up handcuffed to a radiator with first aid having been applied to her shoulder. Redbeard was in incredibly heavy denial about her being bitten, insisting that she was going to be fine. And by some miracle she was, after several days handcuffed to a radiator, yelling at her brother to stop ignoring the problem, she realises that she hasn’t gotten any of the symptoms someone would have from a bite infection. She’s still not happy he did something that almost certainly should’ve led to his own death, but she admits he saved her life. Until they found a scarf to fully cover the now-scarred wound, they took local traders it was a dog bite, though a rumour has spread about the true origins of the wound.

The plots lines are kind meant to be split in three from one starting point:

One - Tucker is approached by Jordan to help him track down and capture the woman who’s been killing his people. Jordan presents himself as the leader of a smaller farming settlement, since he’s pretty sure if Tucker found out who he actually was he’d certainly go for the larger bounty of just taking him in. Tucker has a small suspicion on Jordan, mostly on the payment he offers as he’s rarely had offers so large. Tucker agrees to help him, but rather than a traditional payment, he wants Jordan, or any of his people, to help him to try and find Tom. Whether they find him alive or dead, he doesn’t care, but he wants to know what happened to his friend. Jordan agrees and the two head out towards an abandoned town where they hope to find the person causing Jordan such trouble.

Two - Tom arrives at the abandoned town expecting to find the two siblings he’d been regularly trading with especially since his self-imposed exile. What he doesn’t expect to find is the place half-wrecked with Redbeard sporting a head wound and Capsize nowhere to be found. Tom helps the other man with first aid, as he explains shaken that what looked like pre-apocalypse soldiers came and grabbed Capsize. When Tom questions why, Redbeard ends up explaining the situation with her bite, not expecting Tom to believe him and expecting even less for Tom to reveal his own scarred bite wound. The two set out to try and track down the soldiers.

Three - Though the rumours have been spreading through the facility for months about an apparent immune survivor being found on the outside, Sonja had never actually expected one to actually be found. But she watches as a woman is dragged yelling and fighting down the halls to an operation room, a woman with a bite on her shoulder far too old for her to have not turned under normal circumstances. Capsize finds herself locked in the cleanest room she’d seen, let alone been in, in years, terrified out of her mind as strangers talk about experiments and science beyond what she learned before the world went to shit. They ask her questions about the bite, and her medical history despite how she couldn’t remember any of that if she tried, but there’s a woman around her age who comes in and asks about her life, about the outside world, about seemingly anything but what everyone else seems focused on. She clings to her friendliness, hoping it means something. As she realises the others plan to actually experiment on a living human being, Sonja begins wondering if whatever hope they might have for a cure is really worth it.

At some point the plot lines would combine, but I have absolutely no idea when, I just liked the vibes of the starting pairs I laid out.

[krispyt]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @cnnmonbimee! <3

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 3...pretty small number if you ask me sksksks.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 22,961

3. What fandoms do you write for? I actually just write for JSHK, and currently writing some as of the moment! I attempted to write for Omori, but I couldn't continue because I forgot the prompt for the WIP I was about to make and for the life of me, I still can't up to this day.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

An Unlikely Alliance = 226 kudos

whoever made your smile must've made it to get in my way = 97

turn off the music (and listen to the quiet whisper) = 77

Man, I didn't even reach 5 sfkjhsdkjs.

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! It's always a joy to read them and I try to respond as soon as I get over myself lol. Sometimes a comment makes me so happy I have to compose myself sksks.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

whoever made your smile must've made it to get in my way! Angst is my cup of tea, but if you ask me this actually isn't angsty enough. It's more or less bittersweet. I wrote this around the time of the Severance arc and I remember getting a barrage of messages from my best friend because they wanted to fight me with how angsty I made the fic. I should write more :3

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hmm, probably An Unlikely Alliance. This was the first fic I wrote, and it's pretty lighthearted compared to turn off the music (and listen to the quiet whisper) which has a happy ending too, but it's more subtle...if that makes sense?

8. Do you get hate on fics? Nope. And I sure hope that doesn't happen.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nope...I wish I could lol. But I get so overtaken by embarrassment I die before even typing. Kudos to the writers who can write smut though. Ily all. I wanna try it tho, but I think I'll start with implying these scenes happened in my fic lol.

10. Do you write crossovers? Nope...though drawing crossovers seem like something I'll do.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nope, and I hope this doesn't happen too.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I want to try! It seems fun.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Hananene! Listen I've never been so consumed by a ship like Hananene. I was just going to read the manga for funsies and I ended up spending the WHOLE day catching up to it and that was THREE years ago. I was in a chokehold. Still am lol

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? So there's these WIPs I wanna finish (tucks hair behind my ear):

Hananene Hanahaki fic - not spoiling much, but I wanted to try writing yandere Amane lol. I'll leave it up to you to figure out what's the general premise ;>

Twoshot Childhood best friends/College AU Hananene - I think the problem with this WIP is I keep forgetting it exists sjkfhksj I just found it yesterday lol.

16. What are your writing strengths? Hmm...I guess if there is one, emotions of the characters and the overall setting. I find it really satisfying if I'm able to tie in a character's emotions and make the setting a supporting detail to said emotion. And like, double meaning descriptions...if that makes sense? Idk what you call em sfjhg

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle with the flow and brevity a lot. I take a lot of time with WIPS because I keep trying to see if the flow goes smoothly or wonky, then I have to keep tweaking till it sounds alright in my head. As for brevity, sometimes I drown in descriptions that the fic drags on and is too long. This is where being detail-oriented becomes a con T_T

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Uhh...probably not. English is actually my second language, but I suck at writing in my native language simply because it's kind of a "heavy" language, if you get me. And I haven't mastered other languages enough to write fics with it

19. First fandom you wrote for? JSHK! I'm usually a lurker lol. This is the first time I actively participated in a fandom.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Does a WIP count? sfkjhssj if it does, then it's the WIP I'm currently writing. If not, I'd say turn off the music (and listen to the quiet whisper). I'm kinda proud with how it turned out :3

Tagging @legend-of-cupcake since most of those I know already responded sksksks. Anyone can join in if they want to as well!

[ainyan]

11. Is there any scene you can't wait for people to react to when reading? Why? For any fics you've got, obviously idk what you've got that you haven't published so go crazy.

You and @sarenraegalpaladin and @sayonaramidnight all asked this question. :D

For the Modern AU, I'm interested to see how people will react to the non-smut part of Chapter 22, when Thancred is explaining a bit about his past to Kali.

For my ARR Rewrite, I've added in a few scenes where the Scions are talking amongst themselves. I like diving into those interpersonal relationships between them and I'm curious to see whether my headcanons agree or disagree with those of others.

Someday, I hope others will have the opportunity to experience my OG novel/book/whatever, although y'all and I know I'll probably never have the courage to shop it around, much less get it published. But there are a number of scenes, like when Talisyn has to leave suddenly, that I adore and wish others will see and react to someday.

I don't have anything groundshaking in the works right now. I've actually hit a nasty writer's block that's been keeping me stuck in limbo for a while. Even all the beautiful prompts I have sitting in my ask box aren't inspiring me (not y'all's fault - I think I'm suffering from imposter syndrome right now).

Hopefully soon I'll overcome it. <3

Curious about what's sitting in my writing queue? Ask!

Thank you for the asks! <3

[ro-is-struggling]

✨600 Followers Celebration Masterlist✨

Welcome to the Masterlist of all the requests from my 600 Followers Celebration based on THIS prompt list. I will be adding the links to the fics as I post them so you guys don't have to search in the blog to find the story you want.

The stories that have titles and warnings are the ones I already have written so you guys can keep track of my progress and also have a little preview of the story. I don't have a schedule for when I'm gonna post each fic, I'll just do it as I finish writing them so if you want to know if I posted the story you wanted to read search in my blog tags ro's 600 followers masterlist or just go to my pinned post to find this masterlist :)

Thank you so much to everyone who participated sending requests and to every follower and reader for all your support, it means the world to me💜💜💜

💜 Undercover Mission || James Potter x Reader with prompt 14. Summary: An undercover mission for the Order of the Phoenix leads you and James to confront your repressed feelings for each other as you are forced to kiss to keep your covers from being blown (fluff, a little bit of angst, mutual pining, idiots in love, friends to lovers, humor)

💜 Wrong Number || Steve Rogers x Reader with song lyric prompt 11. Summary: Steve learns of your feelings for him after receiving a message from you that was meant for Wanda (angst, fluff, mutual pining, near-death experience, love confessions)

💜 The Bet || Spencer Reid x Reader with prompt 2. Summary: After losing a bet, Spencer is forced to go on a date with you. You planned everything to make it the worst date of his life as a way to torture him for how annoying he was with you all the time. However, you end up discovering that you are able to have a good time together without arguing like children and by the end of the night you uncover the true meaning behind the tension you always felt when you were together (enemies/rivals to lovers, idiots in love, fluff, sexual tension, teasing, make out session)

💜 I'm Not in Love || Stephen Strange x Reader with song lyric prompt 9. Summary: You are not in love with Stephen Strange, he is insufferable and does nothing but get on your nerves every time he opens his mouth. So why do you feel some type of way every time he mentions Christine’s name? (enemies to lovers, teasing, fluff)

💜 The Kiss || Remus Lupin x Reader with prompt 15. Summary: You always had feelings for Remus, but you kept it a secret for fear of ruining your friendship. That is until one rainy Saturday night when everything changes (mutual pining, fluff)

💜 More Than Friends || James Potter x Reader with prompt 17. Summary: Looking to get back at your ex-boyfriend, you ask James to help you make him jealous. You thought he was the best choice for the job since he was your best friend —what could go wrong? However, things get out of control and old feelings come to the surface. (friends to lovers, mutual pining, make out session, love confessions, fluff, implied smut)

💜 Temptation || Steve Harrington x Reader with prompt 10. Summary: you are left alone with Steve at a party and your suppressed feelings come out (cheating, SMUT MINORS DNI, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, cheating kink? (is that a thing? idk the reader and Steve get off to the idea of cheating and getting caught), set in s1, Steve might be a bit out of character)

💜 Drunken Confessions || Sirius Black x Gryffindor!Muggleborn!Reader with prompt 7. Summary: You and Sirius always had feelings for each other but you kept it a secret because you two didn’t get along. That is until you start dating an exchange student from Ilvermorny. Sirius can’t stand seeing you two together all the time so one day he decides he’s had enough and confesses his feelings to you under the influence of alcohol (angst with happy ending, unrequited love (but actually mutual pining), cheating kinda (the reader is in love with Sirius while dating another guy), mentions of Snape being a jerk to the reader and Lily for being muggleborns, mentions of Jily, Modern AU (so they can have phones to make the prompt make sense), love confessions, fluff)

💜 Four A.M || Eddie Munson x Reader with song lyric prompt 12. Summary: Eddie can’t sleep without you in his bed (angst with happy ending, suggestive tones, friends with benefits, Eddie being a bit insecure)

💜 One Last Time || Steve Harrington x Reader with song lyric prompt 6. Summary: You knew Steve was still in love with Nancy, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was holding him in your arms one last time (angst, unrequited love kinda, jealousy, no happy ending)

💜 Dating 101 || Sirius Black x Slytherin!Reader with prompt 6. Summary: You and Sirius are not the best of friends, but you end up going to him in desperate need of help to get the attention of the guy you’ve liked for years but don’t seem to be able to talk to. He agrees to help you and for the next few weeks you spend time together, getting to know each other better as he teaches you everything he knows about the dating world. The more time you spend together, the more you realize that Sirius is not the arrogant jerk you thought he was, which leads to confused feelings and doubts about who is the one who truly owns your heart (rivals to lovers, humor, fluff, a little angst)

💜 The Call || Stephen Strange x Reader with prompt 9. Summary: During a girls' night you are challenged to leave a dirty message for Stephen Strange as part of a game of truth or dare. You accept without much thought, the alcohol in your system stopping you from realizing that your relationship would never be the same after that. (suggestive tones, alcohol consumption, attempt at humor, teasing, a bit of dirty talk, name calling, implied smut)

💜 The one with the embarrassing secret || Peter Maximoff x Reader with prompt 16. Summary: A mysterious pair of black handcuffs is found and some embarrassing confessions are made (attempt at humor, suggestive tones, fluff)

💜 Easily || James Potter x Reader with song lyric prompt 3. Summary: Your social status and the expectations of your parents don’t allow you to date someone like James, so you keep your relationship a secret (angst, fluff)

💜 More Than Friends || Bucky Barnes x Reader with song lyric prompt 2. Summary: Sam is tired of always getting caught in the middle of the flirting and nervous glances you and Bucky subject him to every time you’re in the same room, so he comes up with a plan to give you two the little push you so desperately need to confess your feelings —and laugh at you along the way (mutual pining, friends to lovers, fluff, humor)

💜 Late Night Encounters || Sirus Black x Reader with prompt 8. Summary: Your parents made something very clear to you before they left for their business trip: your friends could stay at your house for the summer vacation, but you were forbidden from having parties, trashing the house or bringing boys up to your room. You should have known that having the marauders as friends would make that agreement much harder to honor than it was supposed to be. Especially when you had a little secret that complicated things even more. You and Sirius were dating, and keeping him out of your room for the entire summer was a task that proved impossible very quickly (SMUT MINORS DNI, characters are all of age, porn with plot, fingering, dry humping, cuming in pants, overstimulation, fluff, secret relationship, attempt at humor, fem!reader, modern au)

💜 Bellamy Blake x Reader with song lyric prompt 7

💜 Steve Rogers x Reader with song lyric prompt 10

💜 Peter Maximoff x Reader with prompt 4

💜 Bucky Barnes x Reader with prompt 1

💜 Bellamy Blake x Reader with prompt 13

💜 Peter Maximoff x GenderNeutral!Reader with song lyric prompt 1

💜 Sirius Black x Gryffindor!Muggleborn!Reader with prompt 2

💜 James Potter x Reader with prompt 12

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SO. as a PROPER return to this blog, here's an overview of what's same, different, added, removed. the whole shebang

General

-A lot of the lore for this blog (and the ones connected to it) is still the same. Just, like, in general.

-D.I.C.E. is p much the same! Any changes are mostly to the individual characters themselves.

-Sakako is also still here! And all of her class! Yay!

-Katsuo is also still here. sorry

-verse-wise, things are also mostly the same, except for the killing game verse. this one is being split into two: one where kokichi is alone in the killing game, and one where sakako is also in the killing game. the former will be majorly canon-compliant (barring any personally-made divergences w/ other people), while the latter is obviously going to be different. i will not specify how, yet. its Secret :3c

-relationships with muses previously established (yknow. with whoever's still active dfghkbdf) are still blog canon! unless u specifically come to me saying "hey wanna fully reset and see how they develop this time"

Kokichi

-gonna try to make his personality more properly like canon! which means None Of You Are Safe :)

-he's still a sweetie deep down, tho. u just gotta. get there

-sakako exists no matter what, bc fuck canon lol. so he's a tiny bit more chill than canon bc of her influence. not entirely tho (bc he got his mischief from SOMEWHERE). and esp not in the canon-compliant killing game verse bc she's not there to reign him in fgkdfdfh

Sakako + Class 75

-they're all still relevant! i'll be revamping their blog as well later on, just wanna focus on my boy rn. but they're still here

-for the newcomers: Sakako Ouma is an OC of mine, who is kokichi's elder sister and right hand, partially made bc of that whole "wait kokichi's motive video said 10 subordinates but there were 9 in the pic what gives" thing people often bring up, partly bc i wanted to give him someone who genuinely cares abt him out of spite towards canon fghdkfbg Class 75, meanwhile, is, obviously, sakako's own class. as the number suggests, they're third years (same grade and general age as the SDR2 cast)

-so is their story! 'The Killer Rink' is still being worked on! idk when it'll properly happen, but on god its gonna!!

-i'll eventually make a post for this on that blog, so keep an eye out for that

Katsuo

-i'm so sorry i need to talk abt him. christ. i hate him so much

-anyway. he's still here. he's an asshole. he (and his main lackeys) also has his own blog so yall won't rly need to deal w/ him on this one thank god

-again for newcomers: Katsuo Ouma is another kokichi sibling OC, except he's. well. Not A Good Person At All. inspired by a few lines from one of kokichi's FTEs.

-on a more specific note, katsuo is now sakako's twin brother, rather than kokichi's. i just think it makes sense for him to be a bit older.

-kokichi's still scared to death of him. doesn't wanna talk or think abt him Ever. very much a "will not talk abt to your muse unless he trusts them with his LIFE" topic. if he doesn't want to tell your muse abt him, he'll repeatedly avoid the topic, and lie his way out of escaping the conversation entirely if they keep pushing it.

-the biggest one: when i was still active, i regularly brought up a 'confrontation' that happened between kokichi and katsuo a little while back, that ended.....not so great. this confrontation still happened, but did not end the way it previously did, though it came very close. sakako managed to realize something was up, broke in and saved kokichi (and also punched katsuo in the face and broke his nose. queen shit)

kokichi is still heavily traumatized by this, though, considering what almost happened. even if he trusts you enough to talk abt katsuo, he won't bring up this specific event unless something prompts it specifically. trying to push him here will result in him just. leaving. and probably avoiding your muse for a while. Don't.