#im not interested in writing smut of teenagers

[orcelito]

OK so I have an inkling of an idea for a trigun ficlet. A one-shot, really. Not really any plot, but I just have the urge to write my own interpretation of Weird Plant Shit. Like for how much ppl tag this stuff as xeno, most of it's honestly pretty tame. Which kinda makes sense, considering a lot of this is being based off of the plants in stampede, which While uncanny are not NEARLY the amount of inherent horror of the plants in the manga. There's some FREAKY shit going on there. So like. You know. What if I took more inspiration from That for Vash's freaky shit?

[gh0stsp1d3r]

hi again! I'm the one who asked if you write for aaron himself, anw the fic doesn't really need to be a smut. butzzzz, what if aaron x reader were childhood bffs and when they went to highschool, reader had a crush on aaron and reader's feeling for aaron lasted for years, but then after aaron's taping on nowhere boy, reader found out that aaron is dating s*m? then reader decided to cut off ties with aaron so reader can move on?????????? then after years years later reader is also now an actress and is starring on a romance film with aaron, as the film was in progress reader's feelings for aaron is slowly coming back, and on a specific scene for the movie, reader got carried away so she accidentally "confessed" to aaron even though it wasn't on the script then than made it. to the final cut😖🤙

A/n- hiii! Also love this sm anon!! Sorry it took so long, I’ve been super busy ): it’s kinda lengthy but I hope u like it

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

You and Aaron had been best friends, ever since you both were teenagers.

You both stayed with each other through the awkward growing up phase. You two used to be inseparable, and stayed like that until he started to film for nowhere boy, where he was playing John Lennon.

“Wait, so you’re telling me that you’re literally going to play John Lennon?” You asked, with a smile on your face as you talked to your friend.

He smiled back and nodded. You both continued to walk and talk, you talked about what you auditioned for and he talked about how he was excited to play in the movie.

You both were busy filming, you for a show and him for a movie. So you both had been a little distant, distracted.

You sighed when you flopped into the bed, tired and yawning. You were falling asleep, eyes shut and everything, when your phone goes off.

You groan and pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

He says your name, and you automatically knew it was Aaron.

“Aaron! Hi! Oh my god, I haven’t heard from you in a while. How are you? How’s the film?” You rubbed your eyes.

“Hi. Sorry if I woke you up or somethin’. Im alright. The filmings almost wrapped up. How about your show?”

“That’s good. Today was the last day, so hopefully it goes good.”

“Thats nice.”

There was an awkward silence for a while.

“ I was wondering if you’d wanna hang out this weekend. We haven’t talked and you know-“ his British accent cut through the silence thankfully.

“Yeah! I’d love to.” You said, more excited than you should’ve been.

“Great. I’ll text you everything tomorrow, thank you. Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Aaron.”

And you thought things would be great at lunch, but they got worse.

He told you about his new girlfriend, Sam. And you learned that she was older, way older than him. He had just turned an adult, so what the hell?

Of course, you’d been his best friend forever, and you’ve seen his girlfriends come and go, but this one was different, she was old, way too old for him, and the power imbalance was weird to you. The he mentioned how she was pregnant.

You tried to be supportive, but you couldn’t. When you got home, you cried into your pillow and blocked Aaron’s number.

It’s been two years now, and you had just got cast for Anna Karenina. You were playing the main character, and that’s when you found out Aaron was also on the movie, playing none other than your love interest.

The first day on set, you both were shocked to see each other. You glanced at him and he did the same, and quickly darted his eyes away.

Did he hate you? Did he feel bad?

He should, you thought bitterly. You looked over your lines, and after you were ready made your way to where it would be shot.

It was awkward for you and Aaron, both of you just continued to work professionally, however, on set.

It wasn’t until the dance scene that you realized how utterly in love you still were with him. It was a few days of filming now.

He kissed your hand, and you were gone. In terms of the movie and in reality.

You did as you practiced, but you’d practiced with someone else, and so has he. It was odd to be doing it with him.

You stared into his eyes. That’s when you realized in character and out of character, you were in love with him.

So you used that to make the scene better, he stared into your eyes the same way, but you brushed it off as acting.

The spotlight was on the both of you, and you couldn’t see anything but him.

Your palms were sweating, but so were his, you realized.

Once that scene was over, you both stared at each other for a moment in silence.

“Let’s take a break!” They said, and everyone went where they usually did.

It had been a long day. You both stayed staring for a good few seconds before you both opened your mouth.

“I’m sorry-“ you both apologized at the same time. You both smiled and laughed at that.

“I shouldn’t have blocked you.”

“And I shouldn’t have sprung everything on you at once.”

You both stayed silent for a moment again before you asked.

“How’s you and Sam..?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Oh. Yeah. We’re good- fine.”

“And your baby..?”

He smiled at the mention “She’s good.”

“A girl, huh? What’s her name?”

He stared into your eyes again, with that same look as he did in the dance scene.

“Y/n.”

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And that’s how you were here now, months filming now. It was the scene were you told Vronsky, or Aaron, that your character was pregnant.

You were in a field, holding a parasol as you looked into the distance.

“Anna.” He said behind you.

You turned back, with a small smile present on your face, putting the parasol down.

“Alexei. What is it?”

“I couldn’t bear not to see you before the race.”

You smiled and practically ran into his arms, his hands rubbed your shoulders.

“What were you thinking about?”

His hand grabbed your jaw softly when you didn’t answer.

“Tell me.”

You stared into each others eyes. You passed for a moment before speaking.

“I’m pregnant.”

You stayed silent for a moment and waited for a reaction.

His face lit up, hand caressing your cheek.

“Oh, my love. Love was never a game to us. Here’s an end to living in corners. Existing days to days on lies. Now we can be together.” He laughed quietly.

For a second, you wished it was real.

“How can we, Alexei?”

“Tell him everything.”

“Do you think my husband will make you a present of me?”

“Leave him.”

“Leave him and be your mistress?”

“Yes. Run away.”

“I would never see my son again. The laws are made by husbands and fathers.”

He paused for a moment. Was that the only reason he was still with Sam?

“What then? I’ll never forgive myself for your unhappiness.”

“Unhappiness? I’m like a starving begged who’s been given food. I am happy. I love you. I could never be unhappy with you.” The last part slipped out on accident, it was not part of your lines.

His eyebrows raised, and you paused for a moment, looking at him for a reaction.

He leaned in, and you did as well. The kiss seemed genuine, not like the forced ones you’ve had while filming this movie. This felt real, full of actual passion and love.

The kiss went on for longer than expected, the people on set were eating every second of it up.

“Cut! Now that is how you act! Way to go, guys. Really great.”

Your cheeks burned up as you realized what had happened, you looked at Aaron and he smiled softly.

You both talked for a while, you both trying to ignore what happened earlier.

“Did you mean what you said earlier..?” He asked suddenly, right before you were about to enter your car to leave.

Your eyes widened, and you paused, and turned to look at him as he walked closer to you.

“Aaron-“

“I need to know.”

Y-yeah. I meant it. I didn’t mean to say it. And I know that you have-“

His lips crashed against yours while you tried to explain, it was passionate, and just like the one from the confession.

“I love you. I always have, y/n.” He mumbled quietly, hand on your jaw.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. Hi could you please suggest some

A) Omega Wei wuxian alpha lwj fanfics?

B) And fox wwx dragon lwj with good plot too @lostsoul234

1A)

A/B/O Comp

🧡 shoot your shot -- hot or knot by defractum (nyargles) (E, 51k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Reality Show, Hunger Games Setting, Canon-Typical Violence, Extremely Dubious Consent, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Humor, Additional Warnings In Author's Notes) (link in #6) would probably work?

B)

@archeaologies said: re your latest 'im in the mood for' post, 1b (foxxian and dragonji fics): ive been slowly putting together a massive rec list on my sideblog (@lansyuan) of exactly this au - its currently sat in my drafts but if op wants to pm me on my sideblog then i can link them all the fics ive collected so far! 🥰

Shape-shifter AU Comp

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2. I was wondering if yall wouldn't mind reccing any favorite Chengxian canon Era fics? @dragonfairies

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3. Itmf for wangxian post canon where WWX is threatened to sacrifice himself for LWJ. It can be any case fiction with an interesting villain making their life hard. @paraffin22

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4. Hello, thank you for all your wonderful recommendations! Itmf LXC takes care of WWX

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5. Itmf omega WWX presenting for lwj

#2 in this fic finder might have a few you would enjoy

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6. Itmf wangxian survival fics, like wilderness or cold, etc

and from our own/live to ourselves by betweentheheavesofstorm (M, 105k, wangxian, modern, fantasy, reality tv, angst w/ happy ending, survival, blood & gore, self-harm, animal death, slow burn) this might count?

🧡 shoot your shot -- hot or knot by defractum (nyargles) (E, 51k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Reality Show, Hunger Games Setting, Canon-Typical Violence, Extremely Dubious Consent, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Humor, Additional Warnings In Author's Notes) would probably work?

The Edge of Night by Hobbsy3 (M, 277k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, Zombie Apocalypse, Yúnmèng Siblings Dynamics, Accidental Baby Acquisition During a Zombie Apocalypse, Junior Quartet, (except they’re all babies), Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Gore, Ensemble Cast, Worst Zombie Fighting Team Ever, Found Family)

In The Dark Right Now by phnelt (T, 10k, wangxian, JC & LWJ, WWX & JC, graphic depictions of injuries, trapped in a cave, Near Death Experience, fatalistic thinking, established wangxian, Family Feels, mention of unnamed illness of an offscreen character, Nobody dies in this fic, Modern Setting, JC and WWX are caved in and LWJ talks to them through the radio, Hurt/Comfort)

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7. itmf (self indulgent) wwx appreciation fic. have a good day.

Simping over WWX is my fave hobby Series by brrrrrRawr (T, 10k, WangXian, WWX's original body, Fluff, Pet Name,s Blushing, No Smut, Genius WWX, yunmeng bros reconciliation, endgame lotus pier, big bro wwx rights, also dad wwx rights, BAMF WWX, Bad Writing, Body Dysphoria So OOC, world building, cliff diving, corpse wrestling, OOC, Canon Divergence, god WWX, god WN, god WQ, child JL, teenager MXY, xuanli get resurrected, rip nmj tho, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, BAMF WWX, BAMF WN, BAMF WQ)

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8. papa-zhan fics please! a-yuan/sizhui calling him dad, a-die, baba, whatever. canon world or modern anything, just some baba lan wangji softness.

🧡 Yiling Salon: Hair, Nails and Piercing by TriviasFolly (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, hairstylist AU, WWX owns a salon, Hairstylist WWX, 5+1 Things, Fluff, Experimental Style)

🧡 paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3 (E, 53k, WangXian, Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Everyone Is Alive, Modern AU, Dadji, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Brief Alcohol Mention, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Accidentally co-parenting with your son's art teacher, Fatherhood)

When You Wake, 怎能当梦一场 by acertainrogue (T, 39k, WangXian, WWX is in a coma, Angst with a Happy Ending, Modern AU, Single Dad LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Parenthood, YZY's A+ Parenting, JFM's A+ parenting, wangxian family) mind the tags pls

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9. hello! it is me that animal-whisperer lwj fic anon! thank you for recommending that, it was such a good read..

would it be fine to ask more of that kind? i cannot seem to get enough of that trope.

🧡 A Study in Fluff by WeaverOfTheNight (T, 29k, WangXian, Modern AU, Ghost bunnies, Vet LWJ, Architect WWX, Kid LSZ, Domestic fluff, Modern with Magic)

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10. This is more of a recommendation ask, does anyone know of any good canon compliant post last chapter fics? basically just more of lwj and wwx and the juniors etc just living their lives like the iron hook extra in the novels? Basically just any very canon post story stories people made i can’t get over the last chapter it was so cute with the lotuses and tipped boat help Sorry if that doesn’t really make sense THABK YOU TUMBLR!!!!!! @kaleajakic

🔒do not go gentle by RoseThorne (G, 684, WN & WQ, WN & WWX, LSZ & WQ, Canonical Character Death, Spirits, Ghosts, LWJ Plays Inquiry, Song: Inquiry, Protectiveness, Grief/Mourning, Love, Acceptance, Family, Angst, Post-Canon, POV Third Person, POV WN)

A More Practical Approach by Elhana (T,9k, WangXian, Canon Compliant Teacher WWX, Humour, POV Multiple, Implied Sexual Content, WWX is resourceful, wuxia magic shenanigans, Based on a Tumblr Post, Post-Canon)

It takes courage to pet a dog. by nenufares (T, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, a bit of canon-typical violence, past animal abandonment, Dogs, Fluff and Humor, Mild Hurt/Comfort) I'm not sure if they really count but they are post canon and I enjoyed reading them!

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11. itmf fic where wwx is cultivating the ghostly path like in the novel. i'd like recs for a cultivation that's more a compassion/empathy-based collaboration that results in the liberation of the resentful dead not an antihero necromancer forcing the dead to do his will for the greater good. thanks ❤️🩵

🔒 the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 91k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, /Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days)

A Life Without Regrets by naqaashi (M, 74k, wangxian, JFM & WWX, JC & WWX, WRH & WWX, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LWJ, LWJ & NHS, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, musical cultivation, Slow Burn, Pining, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Murder Husbands, PTSD, BAMF WWX, Demonic Cultivation, POV WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Worldbuilding, No Yīn Iron, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Artist WWX, Musician WWX, Night Hunts, Fate & Destiny, Bad Parent JFM & YZY, Golden Core, Cultivation Theory, Sentient Burial Mounds, Father-Son Relationship, Dysfunctional Family, Grief/Mourning, Parent-Child Relationship, Angry WWX, Pining WWX, WWX is Not Okay, No Golden Core Transfer, BAMF LWJ, Pining LWJ, POV LWJ, Angry LWJ, One-Braincell Wangxian, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, WIP)

Ad Oblivione by Baph, HikariNoHimeWriter (M, 70k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Identity Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Abusive YZY, Angst with a Happy Ending)  

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12. Hi! I was just wondering if you have any good, longer fluff pieces. They can have plot, but in general everyone is happy and no one gets hurt (unless it’s jgs). I know canon makes it a bit more difficult, but if you have any recs, that would be great! I’m just looking for fluff, humor, and plot

Thank you!

how to fall in love with a catfish: a guide by wei wuxian (disaster rat) by bwyn, Yuisaki (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Actors, Multimedia, Online Friendship, Drunken Shenanigans, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Underage Drinking, Drinking Games, Families of Choice, Ensemble Cast, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Catfish AU) there's a bit of angst here

Meet Me Friday At Seven by craftyTrickster (luoxiaobai) (E, 128k, wangxian, modern, Fluff, Meet-Cute, Friends to Lovers, Blind Date, lots of texting, almost a chat fic, WC and WLJ aren’t evil but they are annoying, Kissing, Masturbation, Anal Sex, romantic sex, Bi WWX, bi nhs, Single Parent WWX, Slow Burn, Unreliable Narrator) just pure fluff

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13. Hi! I am looking for canon-divergent fics where people think WWX dies but he actually doesn’t? I then want a big reveal when people realize he is still alive/never actually died. Thank you so much!

ahhh I just sent in an itmf ask about WWX dying but not really? I meant to specify that I want him to be "dead" for a long period of time, not just a brief gimmick. Long enough that people mourn him or move on, and then he comes back years later like in canon. Thanks, and sorry for not putting this in the first ask!

🔒Brotherhood by LtLJ (G, 10k, JC & WWX, CQL canon, Canon Divergence, Yunmeng Brothers Reconciliation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, breaks from canon during the time skip, YLLZ WWX)

WWX and JYL run away by shanastoryteller (WangXian, XuanLi, JYL and JZX lives, JYL and WWX raise JL and LSZ, Fake Character Death)

Something From Nothing by sami (E, 55k, WangXian, XianLi, Minor QingLi, XiCheng, Canonical Character Death, Canonical Character Resurrection, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, Assassin's Creed Fusion, Kinda, Assassin's Creed Vibes, Wangxian is endgame, Slow Burn, specifically for wangxian, no infidelity, no partner betrayal, Angst with a Happy Ending) This has canon divergence and wwx being dead long enough for people to move on plus hey he's alive reveal but not exactly the way requester described

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14. hii! I'm sorry to bother you! i was hoping you could rec me some dark lwj, or dark gusu lan fics? them being more manipulative or possessive? thank you so much in advance<3

A Matter of Time by mrcformoso (M, 40k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, graphic depictions of violence, underage, LWJ pov, JC pov, dark LWJ, manipulation, grooming, teen body adult mind for LWJ, happy ending for wangxian, problematic consensual underage sex, blood & violence, insane LWJ, manic LWJ)

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15. hello!!! hehe would just like to ask if you have any fics where lsz is referenced as the lan heir? thank you! 💕

anyway, here's wuji by kakikaeru (T, 18k, ZhuiYi, WangXian, LingZhen, Post-Canon)

❤️ A Civil Combpaign by Ariaste (M, 12k, zhuiling, wangxian, arranged marriage, combs, courting, awkward teenagers, teenage drama, humor, feelings, fluff)

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16. Heyy ! I am in the mood for your favourite nightmares fic (Wangxian if possible). Thxx ! @sebyyw

#FreePalestine | hold me close by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits) (E, 13k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Porn with Feelings, Emotional Sex, Grief, Mental Health Issues, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, tender husbands being tender, Character Study, Masturbation, Oral Sex ,Anal Sex, Working Through Grief With Sex, Grieving Your Husband While Fucking Him, Depressed LWJ) I'm not sure if this is what you're looking for but lwj has a nightmare in one scene in my fic here

hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (E, 23k, wangxian, Canon Compliant, discussion of canon character death, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Getting Together, Yearning, Literal Sleeping Together, Really Excessive Amounts of Hurt/Comfort)

Feathers On My Breath by Sweetlittlevampire (T, 3k, wangxian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Teen Crush, Pre-Relationship, Panic Attacks, LWJ Has A Panic Attack, Nightmare, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Past Character Death, Mentions of Dying Linked To The Panic Attack, Sharing a Bed)

a needle, a whisper, an insidious dream by pale_and_tragic (M, 19k, wangxian, WWX & WQ & LWJ, post-canon, fix-it of sorts, case fic, horror elements, nightmares, hallucinations, pining, hurt LWJ, aroace WQ, platonic relationships, suicidal thoughts, angst w/ happy ending, hurt/comfort, sleeping beauty)

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17. Me again, back to pester you all w/ an ITMF ask! Thank you so much for all you do! I have read (and re-read) An Elegant Solution and also Things to Do with a Flute During Wartime, and they have put me in the mood for NMJ-centric stories where he is a fully robust, complex, interesting character. Any ship is okay, and modern AUs welcome, but pref. no MCD. &lt;;3 @kimboo-york

🔒 Audience of One by WinterDreams (T, 181k, XiCheng, WangXian, XuanLi, mentioned SongXiao, implied MingYao, Modern AU, Celebrities, Inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You (1999), Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Singer LXC, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Needs A Hug, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Swearing, Slow Burn, Family Feels, Family Bonding, childhood crushes, past emotional abuse, Post-Betrayal, Venerated Triad Feels, Yunmeng Duo Feels, Nightmares, Fluff and Angst, hand holding, Babysitter Ā-Qìng, Domestic Fluff, Soft XiCheng, Eventual Happy Ending)

🔒 shades of grey spill from my veins (bleeding ink all over the page) by Reverie (cl410) (M, 58k, LXC/NMJ, wangxian, NHS/WN, POV NMJ, Canon Divergence, WWX raised by the Nie Sec, Mentions of WWX's life on the streets, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad NMJ, NHS & WWX Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives AU, Protective NMJ, a plot showed up, Sunshot Campaign, Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, Found Family) more canon

found in translation by sysrae (E, 12k, LXC/NMJ, wangxian, Modern Cultivation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, my extremely justified hatred of LQR, Meddling brothers, Coming Out, Loss of Virginity, Under-negotiated Kink, slight breathplay, Light Dom/sub, Aftercare, Angst with a Happy Ending) a modern AU

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[sunnysoulzz]

Rodrick x ftm!reader (presurgey)

This will be the last FIC before I take another really long break :’( I’m sorry! I’m hyperfixated on a fandom I can’t write fics for + my motivation is nonexistent, hope this FIC is alright, bye!

Contains: rodrick x ftm!reader, small bit of coming out, smut, not proofread sorry!

You started dating rodrick before you came out/realised you were trans. When you did tell him, he was confused, but supportive.

He let you use his clothes, would take you shopping, would help you cut your hair, and started calling you masc nicknames like handsome, pretty boy, etc.

Starting testosterone was interesting, as your body started to change, rodrick was still completely and utterly in love with you, even when you felt dysphoria, he saw you as his light.

Of course, you couldn’t get surgery yet, which sucked, but still, rodrick was gonna make you feel like the most handsome man alive as he ate you out.

He honestly didn’t know how to treat you, he didn’t know if he was supposed to do smth different because you were trans like- were you gonna wear a strap on or smth? LMAOO

You told him to just do what he always does, but with the new nicknames. And I mean, works for him lol

I can imagine him absolutely plowing into and saying “fuck you’re so hot baby, you’re so handsome” while moaning

I still hold up the thought that he’d want to try anal lmao

He’s a horny teenage loser, he’d probably get home from school and be immediately hot and bothered, when you came to visit him, he fucked you against a wall, might’ve hurt a little bit since you hadn’t had time to take off your binder, he did apologise ofc lol

If you had top surgery, he’d run his hands over your scars while you cockwarm him

Bonus: fucks you while you wear his shirt, cause he thinks you look cute in it

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Sorry abt how short this is. I’ve got no inspo :( hope this is ok tho! Im sorry if there is anything wrong/inaccurate! @monkeymatt

[navstuffs]

In the Shadows

Pairing: DARK!Aemond Targaryen x DARK!GN!Reader

Summary: You are brought to be one of the servants in the castle during King Aegon II's reign. No one seems suspicious of your true intentions except the middle child of the queen, Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Warnings: LONG ONE-SHOT. DARK THEMES SUCH AS TORTURE, PHYSICAL/EMOTIONAL ABUSE WHILE READER IS A CHILD, NON-CON, DUBIOUS CONSENT, MENTION OF SMUT, BLOOD. both reader and aemond are NOT good ppl!!!!, i use y/n three or four times, SPOILERS TO THE BOOKS

Authors note: so i thought i wasnt going to write about aemond but here i am to cope with my obsession. i have a mini-series with aemond written but i am extremely self-conscious if im writing him the right way. so this is my first test attempt at doing this. i havent read the books (ik, i have to) so if any there are any mistakes, feel free to correct me. GIF CREDIT TO THE CREATOR

JUST PROCEED IF YOU ARE ABOVE +18. PLEASE, READ MY WARNING TAGS CAREFULLY

Italic texts are reader's thoughts

It was a rainy day when you first arrived at King's Landing to be a servant in the castle. Since Aegon II's coronation, there had been a complete change in the servants. The gossip around town was that the Hightowers were worried about princess Rhaenyra Targaryen trying to kill the King. So the Queen requested most of the servants from her father's house to be brought, loyal to the Hightower's cause.

And that included you. You were perfect for the job really.

You had been saved by an unnamed Lord Hightower from slavery when you were just 7 years old. You owed him huge gratitude so you devoted yourself entirely to him. It didn't matter if Lord Hightower reeked of farts and piss. It didn't matter if he hit you until you were just different shades of purple and blue or you were passed out. It didn't matter that Lord Hightower spit on you and burned you with a hot iron from the kitchen. That he starved you. It didn't matter that he left you in the darkness even if he knew you were afraid of it. Your devotion was bigger than all of that. Bigger than anything he could or could possibly do to you.

You loved him so much that at 10 years old when he sold you to a league of people that worked in the underworld, you knew you couldn't let him live without you. He wouldn't survive. So you took matters into your hands. You made the old man a favor, really.

Watching him die slowly in his own bed, while you stabbed him in the neck, with a dirty knife you found in the kitchen.

Watching as the blood spilled all over his bed, on your face, on your clothes.

He tried to get up, falling to the floor and you just continued piercing his back until your arm was tired. You didn't know why you were crying, why you were laughing, why he looked so afraid of you.

"It is interesting how life works" You mutter to yourself, waking up from your past. Your eyes have no expression as you watch the young girl in front of you gasp for air, even though you are holding her throat strongly. You watch as life goes away from her eyes as they pledge for a single reason as to why you were doing this.

"I hope you know it is nothing personal" You whisper as her body falls into the floor.

The darkness, before your biggest fear, was now your biggest ally.

-x-

You were perfect for the job. When the suspense of war was heard across Westeros, Prince Daemon Targaryen reached his ex-lover Lady Mysaria for help. He needed someone inside the castle. Not a typical spy or one that would call much attention. A good one. That wouldn't make anyone look twice at them.

Lady Mysaria knew the perfect one: Shadows. In this case, you. You met Lady Mysaria sometime in your teenage years, working as an assassin/spy. Lady Mysaria wanted some random Lord killed because he kept abusing innocent slave girls. She offered you a good price and you even shared that could have been done for free. Since then, she always called you to the most delicate jobs.

When she presented you with the offer, you almost didn't accept. It wasn't really your place. She shared that there had been a coup inside the castle to take it out Rhaenyra to put Aegon II in place. That angered you. You knew Hightowers pretty well and you knew how kind they could truly be.

You accepted the job. You killed a young servant who was going to work in King's Landing, taking her place. From an outsider's look, you were just an average servant. You weren't pretty, nothing too special to call the eyes, or to be even remembered.

No one inside the castle knew what was coming for them.

-x-

You met Queen Alicent as soon as you arrived at the castle. She was taking care of the inspection of every single one of the new servants, asking them questions and making sure everyone was the right fit. Queen Alicent was accompanied by Ser Criston Cole, someone Lady Mysaria warned you to be alert about.

Queen Alicent seemed very satisfied by the servants and for some reason. You couldn't believe your luck when you got chosen to be part of the team who took care of Prince Aemond Targaryen's quarters. You were not meant to be seen or even cared for. Your job was to take care of his room, keep it tidy and not disturb him. Only talk to him if he refers to you, not look him in his eyes during it, and always look down, referring to him as 'Your Grace' and 'Prince Aemond'.

In the first days of the job, you didn't see the man. You had glanced at Princess Helaena a few times around the castle and sometimes she was joined by Queen Alicent and Otto Hightower. You hadn't seen the King yet or his younger brother.

Your ears were always open though. For any information, any sign of valuable piece you could give to the Blacks.

-x-

The first time you properly met King Aegon II and Prince Aemond they were celebrating someone's death. Queen Alicent seemed shocked and didn't join them but you were called in to be part of the team to serve them.

"More drink for my brother, servant!" Aegon II screamed at you. You immediately obeyed "So he deserves the best wine and the best whores of the kingdom, for killing the bastard, the son of a whore, Lucerys Velaryon!"

Your hand gripped the bottle a little harder, pouring the wine, without looking up. That meant Princess Rhaenyra had lost a child. There was acid in your mouth, but you kept yourself calm.

When you got up, Aemond's single eye was focused on your face. You demonstrated no expression, turning away when you heard the Prince's voice.

"Wait."

You stopped in your tracks maintaining a neutral expression. You heard Aemond's footsteps circle around you, his eye probably analyzing you.

Stay still but not so much.

Look afraid.

Aemond stopped in front of you and all you could see were his shoes. No sound was coming from him so you dared to look up to find him staring at you with curiosity.

"I think your King needs more wine" He murmured, with malice, his eye not leaving your face.

"Yo-your Grace, please forgive me!" You bowed in a sign of respect to Aemond, your face warm with embarrassment. An amateur move. You turned to Aegon II and bowed down, on the verge of tears "Please forgive me, Your Grace!"

You walked to Aegon II serving his cup and the King drank everything at once. Aegon then grabbed another cup, offering it to you.

"Your Grace?" You muttered, confused.

"Serve yourself! Drink! Tonight we celebrate and honor my brother Aemond the Kinslayer!"

You hesitated. You could feel Aemond's eye on your next action. You made your decision, grabbing the cup with a shaky hand, and filling it up. Then, you filled Aegon's cup. Aegon had a sick smile on his face as if appreciating your apparent fear. You two wait for Aemond to make a toast and you drink your wine.

I can't wait the time to slit King Aegon II and Prince Aemond's throats.

-x-

When the news small prince Jaehaerys was killed burst inside the castle, you pretended shock and sadness like the rest of them. You cried and shed tears in front of everyone, cursing the blacks as most of the other people in town did.

In reality, you knew exactly what happened and when it happened. You played some part in it, helping Blood and Cheese inside the castle, leaving some doors open here and there. Whispering some secrets into Lady Mysaria's ears.

If someone tried to trace you back at you, it would be almost impossible. Lady Mysaria was the only one who knew of you. That was your job, that's what you were good at, working in the darkness.

Being Shadows and fulfilling your mission.

You felt nothing for the young prince's death except a little apprehension for Lady Mysaria. If she was caught, your cover would be blown but the woman had fled the scene during the night. You knew you had to keep quiet and just pretend you were sad.

Wait until the time they would turn their eyes to their servants.

Which was exactly what happened a day later after Prince Jaeharys was found dead. All servants close to the family were brought into a room. Your apparent nervousness was fake but very convincing. You knew exactly what was going to happen next.

When Queen Alicent, Aegon II, and Aemond entered, they were surrounded by guards. Your initial reaction was to bite your lips to not smile. They all appeared miserable, especially Queen Alicent. Good. That was going to help you support what came next.

"As you might all know, our small prince Jaeharys has been killed. We are now looking for any information or leads on their killers."

The servants looked towards each other, some already on the verge of tears. Aegon rolled his eyes impatience, pointing Blackfyre to a young girl who started sobbing.

"You! You have seen anything?"

"No, Your Grace, I swear!"

"Are you sure? Hasn't she worked with Helaena, mother?" Aegon accused, his sword getting close to pierce the girl through her chest. She didn't answer, still crying "I would have all of you killed. But my mother reminded all of you have always been loyal to House Hightower. So if no one wants to speak, we will make you speak! Whatever means necessary."

One by one, servants would be taken to be questioned in a closed room by the King and Prince Aemond. All you could hear were screams and most people would be taken out passed out ou, their faces beaten up, with numerous cuts on their bodies. Your anxiety and adrenaline pierce through your body but no fear. You had to keep yourself calm. That was actually a good moment of opportunity.

When you were called in, your legs and hands were trembling. You looked at your fellow other servants remaining in the room to be questioned, their faces filled with confusion and despair.

That is what the greens represent.

This what they do to their own.

When you entered the room, your breath started getting faster.

Not too much. Just a little so they think you are afraid.

Blood. There was so much blood everywhere. In the ceilings, in the chair, on the floor, on Blackfyre's blade. You didn't look at their eyes as you waited standing, two guards close to you.

"Who killed my son?"

You licked your lips before speaking, your voice failling you.

"I-I do not know, Your Grace."

"Look in my eyes and say that."

You looked up and saw Aegon filled with rage and sadness. You had to bite your lips not to laugh. Oh, you could kill him now. Him and Prince Aemond. You could kill them and savor their blood and laugh and watch the life leave their eyes. You would die in the process but would die fulfilled and would take as much of them as you could.

"Answer me!" Aegon screamed, slapping your face with his hand open.

Rage.

Control yourself. Control yourself.

You wanted to close your fists but that wouldn't be seen as fearful, letting your arms apathetic at your side. You continued to bite your lips. Tears start to flow with all anger boiling inside your stomach. Aegon waited, his nostrils flaring up. Man child. You hoped he was going to lose all his kids. Was he drunk?

"I do not know, Your Grace" Your voice shook but Aegon wasn't convinced. He points Blackfyre to your cheek and cut slowly and deep along your still-burning cheek, making your face bleed. Your tears continue falling down as you bit your lips even harder, finally tasting the blood.

"As requested by my mother, I won't kill you. If you are loyal to the greens, you won't scream at any moment. You make one single sound and I will see that as a confession of guilt and you will be put in jail for the rest of your miserable life. Now, shall we start?"

-x-

Five nails were brutally ripped from your fingers.

They took your clothes off, they burned your body with hot irons. Your chest, your belly, your legs.

They beat you up until you almost passed out.

You reaffirmed your innocence.

You didn't scream.

Every time they asked if you knew anything, you screamed no. You begged for mercy when Aemond inquired if you had anything to do with Prince Jaehaerys's murder, but not one single scream during any of your torture sessions.

King Aegon and Prince Aemond just watched. They didn't participate but Aegon's eyes were shining the whole time. After they put into your chair, semi awoke and still naked, Aegon stepped up with Blackfyre ready on his hands.

"I must say, I am impressed. You have lasted more than anyone. Not once a single scream, not once single whimper" Aegon declared, admired. Aemond had his arms crossed, his expression serious. Or fascinated. You didn't know.

You barely could see them anyway. One of your eyes was closed with the beating. Your whole body hurt, bleeding on the floor. You were about to pass out with the pain again but you weren't going to give them the pleasure to see that.

"A true demonstration of a Green."

"Or just guilt." Aemond clarified, close to his brother.

You didn't want to smile on their faces so simply stayed there, catching your breath. You could still kill them. Cut Aegon's throat and strangle Aemond. Then kill the rest of the greens. You could. You could!

"I...I..." You murmured, your voice not coming out. You tried to clean your throat, lifting up your hand. Aemond and Aegon waited.

"I only humbly live to serve my King. The true King and Ruler of Westeros." You managed to say with a sore voice. Even your vocal cords were hurting.

Aegon was stunned. He never saw someone be tortured so badly and still affirm allegiance. He watched his brother Aemond get closer to the servant's body.

Aemond was close to your face. You still managed to look down, maintaining your respect, your body at any moment in giving up. You had to stay awake. You had to fight back. You knew if you passed out they could kill you. Aemond was so close you noticed the details of his scars. And he was analyzing you intensely. Again.

Keep focus.

"Let this one go, brother. I think this one is Loyal to your Kingdom. They really don't know anything."

You bit your dry lips once again and even closed your hands in fists, not that movement seemed to matter now. All they would see was a servant relieved from no more torture. Inside, you were celebrating. You really had fooled them. You had fooled those imbecile Greens!

You finally passed out from the chair, your body falling to the floor. The guards carried your body to be taken care of, holding every side of your arm. Out of all servants that had been tortured that day, you were the only one who remained as a servant.

-x-

After four days of recovery, you were ready to be sent back to work. The new servants looked at you with respect as you had a new scar on your face, proving your loyalty to King Aegon II. Lady Mysaria was astonished by your success. You two had to develop a new way to communicate after she had to escape. No one suspected you.

You were the one who passed the information about Ser Arryk Cargyll's infiltration to the castle. It seemed the Greens really trusted you now so you had to be extremely careful of every single future step you took.

Prince Aemond had developed a weird interest in you. Since you came back to work, he started asking you more and more questions. He wanted to know where you were from, and what you had done before. You never answered those questions, simply responding you didn't do a lot of your life except serve the Hightowers.

That wasn't a good sign.

You were organizing his room one morning, paying close attention to his clothes. All of sudden, there was a small dagger to your neck and for a millisecond you almost revealed yourself. Fighting against all your instincts to attack back you gasped, surprised. You heard a low laugh coming from behind you.

"Tell me, how a simple servant, who served their whole life, could have survived a long and strenuous torture session?" Prince Aemond's tone of voice was curious and dangerous against your ear. You could feel his body almost touching yours.

"Yo-your Grace?" Aemond continued holding his dagger against your neck, enough to start drawing blood. None of you moved.

"Someone so resistant like that, I can only see two options. Tell me, are you loyal to my family? Or are you just a spy infiltrated on this?" Aemond pressed the dagger even further into your neck, making you stumble back into his body. Your breath was hitched and your internals were begging for you to kill him.

"Lo-loyal, Your Grace."

"I have been observing you. Watching you in the shadows. I have to admit, you are very good. I have never seen anyone like you before. You try to look like them but you aren't. There is something about you. You try to hide it, but I can see it. I see in the very fast moments you don't think anyone is looking. They are there. I order, tell me who you truly are, (Y/N)."

He called you by your first name.

There was no way of escaping this.

Choose my next words very carefully or I might really die.

You closed your eyes, thinking fast. There is no way in Seven Kingdoms you would just die by Aemond's hands right now. Not when you accomplished so many things. You slowly turned, keeping your shaking hands up. Blood was dripping down your chest. You opened your eyes, finding his single eye on you. There was no space for mistakes now.

"I am Y/N. I am a servant of House Hightower since I was born, and I am ready to serve and die for them, especially for King Aegon II. I will be loyal no matter what torture, no matter what threat, even coming from you Prince Aemond. So if you doubt me, Your Grace, do us both a favor, cut my throat now and end this. But, do know that you will be killing someone loyal to you and your family that if asked, would have killed Rhaenyra, her bastard's sons, and the whole black army."

Aemond seemed to ponder your words. He had seen a different sparkle in your eyes so quickly, Aemond doubted they were really there. The kind of shine you would only see in an eyes of a killer. His suspicions got stronger during the torture, but even he couldn't deny your allegiance that day.

Deep down, Aemond was impressed. He was fascinated. He was obsessed, haunted by your 'real' eyes, your 'real' self. He wanted to find out the truth and see it. Because if he finally saw it, he could kill you and be done with this. But you kept dragging him in more and more. Again, you only admitted loyalty. Again, you had him confused and charmed.

The dagger pressured one more time, before being taken down. You opened your eyes to watch Aemond clean the dagger on his clothing. You sighed, relieved, breathing as if was your first time.

"To think my brother wanted to cut off your tongue" Aemond announced, satisfied with himself "Someone so pretty shouldn't lose their tongue, don't you agree?"

You were pressuring the blood in your throat, your sleeve soaked with blood.

"Go clean yourself. You will stain my floor with your blood. Come back later. I will need you."

You left with your mind with a million thoughts. You found an empty room to analyze what just happened: did Prince Aemond just call you pretty? Was he trying to seduce you? You find yourself holding a sleeve to your throat, bringing another hand to your mouth, in case you decide to scream.

Aemond was playing with you. He had to! He didn't trust your word and now he decide to play with you, toying until you revealed yourself.

Aemond had no idea what game he just started.

-x-

"How do I look?"

You were in Aemond's room. All other servants had left and it was just you and him which was unusual anymore. Aemond preferred your presence, and your presence only, if he wasn't busy at the Council. He was wearing Aegon II's crown and seemed satisfied with himself. The battle of Rook's Rest had been a huge victory for the Greens. They brought Meley's head, but Aegon II was extremely hurt. You thought of offering yourself to take care of the King, pass information of his health state, but Aemond forbid that. You were meant to stay at his side now that he was named Prince Regent while Aegon took his time to heal.

"Y/N?"

"You look good, Prince Aemond." In the situation they were in, that statement was true. Aemond was fit to be King. You knew he would be much more efficient at war than his older brother but even harder to kill.

"It looks better on me than my brother, doesn't it?"

A test?

You didn't answer, just smirking at Aemond. He seemed convinced by your answer, turning towards you. There is a second of silence when he called you with his fingers.

"Come to me."

You obediently walked until you are standing in front of him. You remained there with your hands behind your back, letting him observe you, his hands rubbing the scar on your neck. Slowly, his hands made their way up to your scar and he rubbed it gently.

"Kiss me."

You bowed your head down and locked your lips with Aemond. This had started since the last time he threatened to cut your throat. When you came back later that night, Aemond asked what you thought of him. You simply answered he was very good to you and you would always be grateful. In response, he kissed you. You stood there, in shock, not moving your lips back. He sent you away, telling you only answered to him now.

He was trying to break you. That was your only possible sane guess. If he so wanted, you were going to accept Prince Aemond's desire. No matter how crazy they were.

The kiss, timid at first, got deeper. Aemond's hands went down your hips and he pulled you against his warm body. As he started getting more and more hungry, his hands drop to grab your ass, lifting you up. You instantly locked your legs around his waist, his erection rubbing against the middle of your legs. Your eyes roll with pleasure and anger with the friction, as he continued pressing even more deliciously against you.

Why that bastard was so good at this?

Aemond took you to the bed, wasting no time to be on top. He ripped your shirt, making you gasp surprised. His mouth reverenced your neck and chest with kisses. One thing that seemed to surprise you since the start was the fact that Aemond didn't seem to mind the ugly scars on your body. No, he seemed to venerate them. Having one of his own, Aemond knew the importance of them. Before he could rip your pants, you stopped him, holding his face.

"Do you want to be on top tonight, my King?"

Aemond thought for a second. He removed his crown with care, placing it at the side of the bed, together with his eye patch. Before you, Prince Aemond would never let any of his sexual partners see him without it. You were the first in bed who saw it. Now he removed it with confidence as if he bothered you not see you with both of his eyes.

Without answering, Aemond ripped your pants. You laughed, amused. He was always rougher after his victories. Not that you didn't like it.

"You must do what your King commands, right Y/N?"

"Correct, My Lord."

"Then tonight, call me Aemond."

Aemond noticed he got you by surprise. You cleared your throat, apprehensive, not sure if you heard correctly. Aemond grabbed your chin, warning with a deep tone.

"You must do what your King commands."

"Of course, Aemond. Anything you desire. I am yours."

Until the very last night of passion you had with Aemond, he continued insisting on you calling him by his first name. You obeyed, of course. It was fun. For that time, while you were ravished by Aemond, you could forget who you were. While Aemond strangled you until you both got an orgasm, you were just Y/N. You never complained about Aemond feeling your insides; the prince seemed to stare at his cum dripping from you. Another thing surprising about Aemond: he would never stop until you had a proper orgasm. You could only bet it was part of his personality, watching as you screamed his name over and over again.

Some part of you wondered, if you met Prince Aemond in another life, you could have fallen in love with him.

-x-

When Rhaenyra and her husband Daemon overtook King's Landing, a lot of servants were taken to jail. You were one of them until Daemon personally ordered your freedom.

You were brought in front of Queen Rhaenyra. She was sitting down on the Iron Throne. There was no one else in the room, except for Daemon. Rhaenyra was wearing the crown that was hers by right, her expression confident with her victory.

"Your Grace!" You bowed down with your knee and Rhaenyra smiled at you.

"Stand up. My husband and Lady Mysaria told me we had many spies but none so efficient and loyal as you. You remained inside the castle without getting your cover destroyed. I had to ask them to meet you. How did you manage such action?"

"I only did what I could for the cause, Queen Rhaenyra. I would have continued, as long it was needed. It fills my heart with happiness to see you sitting down at the Iron Throne!" You claimed.

You felt a hand pull you up and are surprised to see Prince Daemon's victorious smile in your direction.

"I have heard you have survived due to Prince Aemond's affection. Is that true?"

"I don't know. I could care less about that Kinslayer."

"My Lady, Shadows has done a lot. I can only think what they have passed through the hands of the Greens. And I think we both can see" Daemon announced, his eyes on your scar "They should be rewarded greatly."

"I agree. You can request me anything you desire."

"I am just a humble servant, my Queen. It would be an honor to continue to serve you."

"I understand. Remain hidden. We might be able to use you next time."

There were reports of your presence during Aemond and Daemon's battle, though heavily contested. Those same reports alleged although Prince Aemond was furious at the presence of Shadows, he smiled in your direction as if he was meeting a long distant loved friend again. Aemond then promised he was going to kill you and feed your body to Vhagar if he survived the battle.

The transcript ends with a single sentence from Shadows.

"Let's hope you don't then, Prince Aemond."

MASTERLIST

[slytherinslut0]

Hi bbys. i just have something on my mind right now that id like to get off my shoulders

i just wanna start by saying that i appreciate everyone’s support so much and love every single person who’s shown me love in any sort of way🫶🏻

some of my posts have blown up far beyond anything i ever thought possible, which im so so so grateful for!

but of course, with that also comes negativity, and ive received some interesting criticism regarding who and what i write about

Which leads me to say this:

1. All the characters I write about are ABOVE legal age.

I specifically stated in my masterlist that everything i write is AU where they are 18+. I don’t specify age, you are free to use your imagination there.

I am not writing about little fucking teenagers. (These dudes are all fully grown adults in real life.)

2. This fandom is absolutely wonderful and supportive and we are all here for the same reason, to read and (in my case write) about characters who we love.

If you are not from the Harry Potter fandom, then please just stay off my page. I’m not doing anyone on the outside any harm.

I’m not the first person to write smut in this fandom, and I’m certain i will not be the last.

ANYWAYS. thank you all very much for all the support as always. i shouldn’t let negativity get to me but im sensitive lol. ILY🫶🏻

[rreskk]

Im a huge fan of all your writings, your page is my all time favourite on Tumblr and I jus noticed you’ve taken requests and was wondering if you can write some smut of Trevor x his Therapist or Doctor

I fucking love this idea! Sorry it took long, I've been having a brain-rotting phase about my OC :)

Summary: Your favourite client has become more... Of a "friend."

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Therapist Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 1265

AUGUST, 26TH – 1985

You’ll see grieved people hover in and out of your office with a suicidal tendencies, more likely than never. You’d also have people who’ve been through wars, people who have slept with family members, confessed murderers, suicidal drug-addicts, sociopathic teenagers, depressed elderly ladies, wealthy white men, menopausal women, schizophrenics, sexually confused religious men, teenage dirtbags; the list going on and on and on and on. Your folders only stack up with every unstable being paying brain-surgeon bucks to talk about how crappy life is. Some stories you wept alongside them, some you had to give them the cold-shoulder, some you had to refuse service. All in which was based in the memo when you began working within the professionality.

However, there was this one man with mountains of issues and emotional depth, some criminal, some traumatic, some petty; but he interested you greatly. A so-called trainee pilot for the Airforce. Personal record was fresh, great skill in flying, physically active, single, citizen of Canada. However, he was referred after his team had identified slight dangers in his emotional intelligence and anger management. He was once called “a fucking pyscho” by his referral, which had caused some mishap of violence. Nonetheless, the front page had suggested he was aggressive when “provoked”.

The first session was tricky, as predicted from his difficulties on concealing emotional bondage. But as the sessions became a regular occurrence, he slowly loosened up. Only recently had he talked about his childhood. Through painful cries and many times of walking out of the office eruptively, in which he returns hours later to continue, believing you are “the only person who cares” – his words exactly when you question his behaviour.

Unconsciously, you both grew close. After a good few weeks of working along side him, Trevor had named every person in his life; mother, father, brother, past lovers, past friends, etc… He trusted you with this information, and when he spoke freely about them, his eyes would stare into yours with tensity. He self-indulged in the eye-contact. You understood that it was his way of seeing your internal reactions and thoughts. Trevor’s constantly assessing you like you are with him, and whether it was meant to happen, it fell into this hole of deep relation. He relied on you. Extremely clingy. His sessions would extend from an hour to 3 or 4. It had gotten to the point where you with drawled other patience, just so you could invite him in again. Your managers assumed he needed more focus, so they allowed. But was it about focus?

No.

It was something more personal than that. A transference. Therapist and patient romance. Forbidden touches of his hands against your thighs turned into extreme penetration in your office. From the desk to the sofa, from the floor to your bathroom. At some point, he had been everywhere with you. Trying to overcome this situation was flawed, and every-time you tried to give him this professional support, it turned into a lustful beg of his fingers and filthy tongue.

“Fuck – “ You panted when he crawled over you on the sofa-bed, his penis frantically searching for the entrance as he used his tongue to leave trails of his saliva against your jawline. Whereas the moments prior to this, he was talking about the lack of love given from his mother, and he instead admitted that the maternal need had been transferred onto you. Trevor struggled to explain his insane attraction to how “caring” you are, forgetting that it was your profession. But the way you’d reassure and rub his back – it always gave him a reason to go home and relieve that naughty arousal. And every session, he’s excited for this specific reason.

“I tried to book a session last week,” He murmured darkly as his cock injected into your pussy, “The prick downstairs told me you were busy – with what?” His voice crackled a bit at the pleasure of having your warmth surrounding his erection.

Holding onto his shoulders, you breathed out a shaky moan, his name staining the tip of your tongue. The question went ignored until you found the capacity to give him the deserved answer.

“I had training.” You could barely say.

Trevor huffed in jealousy, his hips finding a steady pace as he gripped your hips to line up the act of penetration. Despite the angry frown plastered on his face, you knew he was enjoying himself. The way his tongue curled up between his lips, the concentration dilating his pupils. You had analysed his behaviour from day 1, so it became an easy job to predict his overall mood.

“I’m more important…” He breathed softly and ushered you to wrap your legs around his hips.

“I know…”

“I fucking love how loose you are,” Trevor desperately kissed your quivering lips before breaking away to increase the speed and groaning your name. “Oh… Oh, fuck. Yes. Mmm…”

The clock was ticking and when he was occupying your cunt, eyes began to fall upon the ticks and the toks. You’ve mentioned before this that a patient was planned to arrive within the next hour, so the nerves were beginning to boil your blood. The last thing you’d want is to be caught; especially with one of your most dangerous clients who’s supposed to have “professional” support. 

“Look at me.” He soon begged when noticing your lack of attention. His hands fell onto your breasts and gave them a loving squeeze, continuing the thrusting.

“I ought to…” It was hard to be vocal, so you tried a little harder, “I ought to prepare for the next – “

Trevor whimpered angrily and fucked you harder than before. His hands gripped onto your breasts, teeth grinding. He repetitively shook his head and silenced you from saying anything more.

“No, no, no!” He pled. His temper starting to spark.

You grasped his wrists, moaning out of pure bliss. This encouraged him to thrust a little faster, his shaggy mullet falling into different directions and flows. For a young pilot, he was especially rugged and quite ill-looking, but it made this more exciting. You were fucking an ill client… That was such an exciting experience, but why? The psychology was hard to work out, even for you. So his witchery could be blameful, the way his mouth casted spells on you.

“Please – “ You moaned and closed your eyes.

“Look at me!” Trevor whined again, his hands cradling your face as you both came close. He winced. The sluggish rock of his hips slapped against yours for the last time before he pulled out, cock ejaculating white fluids upon your stomach. “Oooohhh… Fuck!” Your patient ecstatically exaggerated.

You too had came. To refrain noise, it became a squeal of pure lust. When his warm semen painted your stomach, your fingers instantly rummaged through your clit, feeling how much cum he made you squirt. And with a moan, you felt him take charge of the inspection and licked up the white strands with his tongue. Trevor brushed your pussy and slurped up your taste with a puppy glimpse in his eyes. He looked at you when licking, begging to be praised.

“Fuck… Yes – “ Then the door knocked.

With quick motion, you threw on your shirt and zipped up your skirt as he groaned. Trevor wiped his mouth and gave your cheek a last kiss before throwing on a shirt and walking out. You noticed on the way out, he had gave your next client the meanest look to man-kind.

And the next week; that client had never returned.

[stilespeters]

SALVATION (series)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

pairing: colin zabel x reader

words: 3047

A/N: i told myself i was gonna make the chapters shorter but its still somehow 3k🥲, anyway i hope its not boring. lmk what u think bc feedback is always appreciated. also, im still working on the requests, im having a bit of trouble atm with writing the smut but it’ll be alright. Should mosy likely be posted this week.

summary: after some drama at home, a detective saves your life. Later, an invitation is in your mail.

warnings: swearing, hallucinations

part 2: the invitation

“I’m home!” You yelled as you placed your bag next to the counter and you walked to the kitchen with your car keys where Zoe stood. She looked up from her phone and she smiled when she saw you. She waited for you to give her the car keys so she could drive herself to her internship.

“Did everything go alright?” she asked and you nodded as you leaned against the counter.

“Yeah, I got a new psychiatrist. His name is Rudy Vincent.” Zoe had a smug look on her face when she heard it was a male, and before you could protest, she already spoke.

“Is he cute?”

“He’s too old for you.” you retorted.

“I wasn't talking for me, I was talking for you.”

You gave her a knowing look and you raised your eyebrow at her, making her raise her hands up in defense.

“You’ve been single since what? The stone age?”

You huffed at that and crossed your arms. “Come on now, I’m 23. I’m not that old.”

Zoe rolled her eyes in a playful manner with a scoff. “Can’t believe that I, as a 17 year old, have more sexual experience than you, my 23 year old sister.”

“Zoe, that’s not… I don’t want to talk about this right now. I have 99 problems to think about and sex isn't one of them.” She chuckled, and this time you were the one who rolled your eyes.

“What about you? Seeing anyone interesting? A certain blonde maybe?”

She turned red and looked away and you gave her a smirk. You remembered a blonde boy that came by now and then and then Zoe would go with him. You never asked about it since you were always busy with something in the house, but now you were curious. “I thought he was the mailman first until I saw the letters KLG on his shirt. He’s a frat boy?” You scanned Zoe’s face and you couldn't help but laugh when you saw her biting her lip. “You like him.”

Zoe looked everywhere but your eyes, and you immediately knew the answer. Lately you had noticed that she was much more glowy. It was visible in her face but it was also noticeable in the way she acted. She was much more on her phone lately and she kept smiling behind her screen.

“And I think his school is close to your internship so that means you’ll get to see him even more.” You winked at her and she bit her lip while looking at her feet. “How do you even know him?”

“I met him at a frat party where Madison dragged me to a week ago.”

“Cute, you should show me a picture sometime, I haven't seen his face yet.” you respond. “Oh, and to answer your first question, Vincent seems nice but I’d like to just keep him as my psychiatrist. I have no interest in dating at the moment. For now I have my hands full with two teenagers,” you froze, your face turning into irritation. “Speaking of which, where is Violet?”

“She's upstairs, but Y/n… maybe it’s not the best idea if you-” but before she could finish her sentence, you had already moved to the stairs. You spun around to face Zoe one more time and she caught your car keys before you walked upstairs.

In the hallway you walked to the door on the right with a board that said “Do not disturb”, but you opened the door anyway and immediately stepped into a t- shirt on the ground.

When you looked up, you saw Violet with headphones next to the window with her head resting on her palms, and a cigarette between her fingers.

“Violet!” you tried but the music in her headphones were too loud for her to hear you. So you walked inside and stood next to her with your arms crossed and your eyebrow raised.

“Violet!” This time she looked up a you and placed the headphones around her neck. “What.”

“Don’t give me ‘what’” you sighed. “I got a call from school. You’ve been skipping classes, seriously Violet?”

“Skipping one class isn't gonna hurt me, Y/n.”

“This isn’t just one class, it’s four days. You’ve been skipping school for 4 days. Where the hell have you been? How do you even get cigarettes?” you eyed it in her hands with disgust.

She rolled her eyes and looked back outside. “You’re not my mother, I don't have to tell you,”

“No that's right, but as long as Cordelia is in France, you’re my responsibility. And as long as you're my responsibility you do as I say.” You closed your eyes while sighing and you rubbed your temples. “All I ask from you is to just go to school and not smoke in the house.”

She didn't seem fazed, and as a means to annoy you even more, she brought the cigarette back between her lips and made eye contact. That’s when you plucked it out of her mouth and threw it out of the window, and you could hear her protest as she watched it fall into the grass.

“You’re such a bitch.” she snarled and you rolled your eyes. “No smoking in the house, you're free to do whatever you want as long as you obey those rules.”

“Whatever.”

You sighed again, and you turned around to leave the room. You stopped however when you heard her mumble something.

“You're not even my real sister.” it was as quiet as a whisper but to you it was like a gunshot next to your ear. You slowly turned around and scanned her for any sort of hesitation on her face. All you could read was irritation that you threw her cigarette out of the window. You tried not to show her how hurt you were by her words, but your jaw clenched and your eyebrows were knitted together.

“You know what, I cannot deal with this right now, I’m gonna clear my head,” you sighed and turned around to leave the room. “We’ll talk about it later when I get back.”

When you walked downstairs, Zoe was still in the kitchen and she looked up at you once you walked over to her. You leaned against the counter.

“What am I gonna do with her.” you groaned and you covered your face with your hands. You had always been patient with Violet, especially since you saw so much of your younger self in her, but lately with everything going on, you felt like you were failing as a sister. Sisters were supposed to support each other and have fun with each other. They aren't supposed to disagree with everything and fight about everything. You hated that you kept acting like her mother, but in cases of skipping school, you had to.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you slowly looked up to see Zoe look at you with an understanding smile. “You're doing great, Y/n. Don't beat yourself up. She'll come around, I know she will.”

“Yeah,” you whispered and you looked outside into the garden. “I think I’m gonna go for some fresh air, maybe get some coffee. I need to clear my head.”

“Alright, I’m going to my internship,” she walked to the door but paused. “You’ve got mail by the way.” She pointed at the stack of posts on the table. “I’ll check them later.” You said and you walked over to the coatrack.

After you sat down at a table with coffee in your hands you couldn't stop thinking about what Violet said. It was like a knife to your chest, and you hated that you and her didn't have a bond as tight as it was before. Yes, you weren't her sister biologically, but you didn't care that you weren't blood related to the Goode family. Violet was still legally your sister whether she liked it or not.

And although you knew it was probably just her moody teenage self, it still hurt.

You loved her unconditionally and part of you felt like that love wasn't fully returned.

You bit the inside of your cheek and before you knew it, thoughts consumed you. Most of them were about you and violet. You didn't even realize that half an hour had passed.

That’s when you looked up, and came face to face with your worst nightmare.

Kai Anderson.

It was so sudden that your smile immediately disappeared. It felt like the air got sucked from your lungs, and your mind stopped working. As if the wheels in your head stopped spinning, and the world around you froze.

He was casually standing on the other side of the crosswalk with his hands in his pockets, a neutral expression on his face and his lips in a thin line. When you made eye contact, his lips curled upwards in somewhat of a mocking smile and you analyzed him cautiously. His blue hair was shoulder length as always, he wore a black jacket and black trousers, and he had a dark blue beanie on his head.

Even from a distance he looked menacing.

Your eyes narrowed at him, and your knuckles turned white as you squeezed your coffee cup. It was a wonder that you didn’t squish it, but luckily it didn’t since the coat you were wearing was Zoe’s. She’d kill you if you stained it since it was one of her favorites. One time when you stole her scarf for a day and stained it with cola, she didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day. Which is funny since she wasn't the most fond of fashion.

After a few seconds of recollection, your grip loosened on the cup and your mouth that hung slightly open, closed. You remembered what Vincent said.

“If you see him again, I want you to try and convince yourself that he isn’t real.”

So you closed your eyes, and let out a deep sigh while repeating the same sentence over and over again.

you are not real, you are not real, you are not real.

You were sure that if bystanders were to see you chant this, they would absolutely think you were batshit crazy, but you didn't care. They already thought you were. All you wanted was for this fucker to go away and rot in hell, not in your dreams or in your daily life. And if making yourself look like a fool was the solution to get him away, you would gladly do it.

After minutes passed, you sucked in one deep breath, and when you opened your eyes part of you expected for him to be gone.

Yet again, you were met with the same terrifying eyes of Kai.

Fear began to creep back in, and your muscles that loosened a while ago now tensed again. Why wasn’t he going away? Why was he still standing there like time hadn’t passed? How did he look so real?

Your eyes blinked rapidly, like there was something in your eye that wouldn’t go away. But no matter what you did, he just didn’t go away. He was like a fly in the room at night who kept zooming in your ear. Like, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try to swat it away, it just keeps zooming like a nuclear alarm. It was the most infuriating thing ever.

Suddenly you had the urge to kick him as hard as possible. You downed the last remaining bits of coffee down your throat, clenched your jaws shut together and your clammy hands turned into fists. Suddenly all the fear and confusion started to morph into anger.

It morphed into pure rage.

He had taken control over your life for 7 years.

He wasn't gonna take more.

So you did something that might be the smartest or dumbest thing you had ever done.

You stood up, threw 5 dollars out of your purse on the table for your coffee, and you started making your way to the other side of the crossroad. People around you didn’t notice the way you marched in one line straight to Kai, except for the people you pushed away. They glared.

But you didn't give a flying fuck. For years you had made yourself a victim, trying to ignore your problems until they eventually went away, only to recur again. But right now, you wanted to face your problem, in the hopes of finally overcoming your fear. In the hopes of finally being able to breathe without feeling paranoid. You finally decided to not cower or run away.

You almost reached the pedestrian cross, when you suddenly got pulled out of your thoughts as someone roughly pulled your coat, making you let out a yelp. Your body got tugged backwards just as a car screeched down the road, and you nearly tripped as your heel got stuck in front of the trottoir. Your eyes went wide as the car honked, and if it weren't for two hands holding you steady, you would've fallen down due to the momentum.

“It’s a pedestrian crossing, are you blind?!” A man shouted. He held your arms firmly, afraid that you’d fall if he didn't and his voice was filled with worry. “I got you.” His voice was gentle and you stared at his chest in shock. You didn't realize that your inner monologue made you not watch your surroundings. It almost got you run over. A few people who were now crossing the road, looked up at the two of you and you couldn't feel more embarrassed.

His eyes were still focused on the car that moved around the corner. Your eyes were still wide and your heart was rapidly beating as adrenaline flooded through your body. Your arms were clutched to your chest and your mouth hung slightly agape. You looked like a lost child who just lost their parents.

“Hey, are you okay?” You snapped back into reality and your head tilted to look at the man who saved your life. “Yeah.” You managed to get out in a voice crack and you gulped harshly. He gave you a soft smile and let go of your arms carefully. His hands went into his pockets and you scanned his face. He had dimples, dark brown eyes and dark brown hair.

“You saved my life, thank you.”

“It’s nothing. That asshole should’ve seen that it was a pedestrian crossing. There are children walking around here.” He looked at two kids eating ice cream a few meters away from you before looking back at me again.

“Are you okay, truly? Cause that must've been quite the scare. I hope I didn't grab your arm too harshly.”

“Yeah I’m fine, really. Thank you again for pulling me back. I owe you.”

There was a short silence and you both exchanged shy glances. You had never seen this man before, but he had somewhat of a familiar face. You swore you had seen him somewhere before but you couldn't quite place it from where you had seen him. It was probably just one of those faces that looked similar.

After you got out of your trance, you looked at the spot where Kai stood, and now he was nowhere to be seen.

“Fuck,” you said as you stared at the empty spot, and the man raised his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry, I just…” you began and the man looked at the spot where you were previously staring at. “Never mind.”

You looked back at him and after a short glance, he raised his hand for you to shake. “I’m Colin by the way.”

His hands were big compared to yours. “Y/n.”

His smile faded and his eyes widened. “Holy shit, you’re the girl from the Anderson case,” he could faintly remember your features from the girl in the court video. You looked identical, only older.

You slowly nodded while kissing the back of your teeth and he immediately shook his head. “I’m sorry, you must be tired from hearing that all the time, I’m new to the area here for work.”

That’s when the wheels for you began to click. “Wait, you’re that one detective guy, the one who solved that one cold case and the one who solved that one case in Pennsylvania.”

“Yup.” he placed emphasis on the p and you smiled. Funny how you two both recognized each other.

“That’s really impressive, are you here for the recent killings?”

“Yeah, I was on my way to the station actually, you?”

“I was uhmm… just about to head home, I’m sorry for holding you up,” you referred to his previous answer. “Thanks for saving me, again I’m really grateful.”

“It’s alright.” He said and as you looked up at him, he was contemplating whether or not to continue the conversation, but before he could speak, you had already walked away.

He cursed himself for not talking to you more because he really felt something when he touched you. He knew it was silly, but as he watched you walk away, he felt kind of… drawn to you.

When you got home you had placed yourself on the couch with your mail at hand. Most of it wasn't that special. Bills, insurance, advertisements… You scanned through it all, until one envelope caught your attention.

It was sealed with red marking and on the center of the envelope was your name written in elegant calligraphy.

You carefully opened the envelope to not damage the paper, and when it opened, a card slid out of it. The paper felt thick and expensive, and when you read the words, you knitted your eyebrows together.

Dear Miss Goode, it has been a while since we last spoke. I hope you’re doing well in these times of despair, and I hope to get our status up as acquaintances after all these years. Thereby I am most delighted to invite you to the opening of the Hotel Cortez. Saturday at 8pm. You can bring a plus one if you’d like. It would be delightful if you were to attend.

JPM

[caughtonwebcam]

the South Park fandom gets such a bad rep because of people who self-ship with the kids and write x readers about them.. it’s different to age them up to ship them with each other, which is what the fandom is hated on

people get so mad when you ship them cuz “they’re fourth graders!!!!” but like? kids get crushes too. I had my first “real” crush in 5th grade. and even if you age them up to portray the characters in more adult scenarios, people are still mad. and like, I get it. Here’s the big difference though. you’re not looking at kids and thinking of them sexually, because everyone grows up and it can be interesting to imagine what they’d be like as teenagers or adults. self shippers look at the source material and are attracted to it. that’s what self-shippers are doing and writing SMUT about it. and don’t say “well, the kids do worse in the show!” to excuse your self insert smut. it’s used for comedy, and should not (on both sides) excuse sexual content being made of them as kids (I’m talking loli/shotacon because that’s exactly what it is and I’ve SEEN IT on this site), PERIOD, regardless if it’s self shipping or between the characters.

if you simp for the child characters, EVEN if you age them up (pcov im really on the fence on..) you are LITERALLY looking at children characters (dont even try to use the “but they’re cartoons” excuse)… YOU are LITERALLY part of the problem. by ignoring the real problematic parts of the fandom, you are letting those people get away with this and you’re putting the blame on innocent people and calling them pedophiles and creeps

(pls reblog this)

[finelinens]

question for you bc you seem smart. with freedom to read, freedom to write; would that also lump in minors writing porn? and, if yes, wouldnt that affect their safety (depending on how they advertise it)?

like obviously if an anon user posted smut on ao3 idk anyone would try and hunt them down. but like if a twitter user posted a full on smut fic and had their acc public and age visible, wouldnt that lead them the risk of getting hurt?

all genuine btw im really curious :0

i'll just say this: i joined tumblr when i was underage and befriended all people who were around the same age as me, and a few who were a bit younger. we were all one big friend group of teenagers being teenagers on the internet, so of course that included talking about sex and mature topics. when i was around 16 years old the friend group had expanded and some people in their early-to-mid 20s had joined, and it all felt totally fine. and it was fine! most of them had taken on mentor-like roles with us. it felt normal and positive, until one of the mentors decided to take my public posts joking around about sex and make them into private conversations. it was not good, it was scary, and i felt trapped for a long while. even though i was having fun with the other teenagers i had befriended, there was still someone with bad intentions watching me the entire time. that is the risk that i'm concerned about when i see underage people posting their erotic works online, in a place where it's way too easy for anyone to contact them directly.

it's natural for people to feel interested in sex and erotica basically as soon as puberty starts, but it really should be kept private (or maybe among trusted same-age friends) for their own safety. i don't want people to feel like their sexual thoughts are something shameful that need to be hidden, but there is just too much risk when it's discussed publicly. the gist is that when you're a kid or a teenager online, you really need to take your safety seriously. i know it sucks, but posting your erotic works publicly is just not safe until you're older. there are precautions you can take to more effectively protect yourself from predators, and you need to take them!

[ginoeh]

Shipper Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely @tj-dragonblade , thank you!

What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don’t care about anymore?

As a teenager... well, that was quite a while ago lol. I suppose that would have been Harry/Draco. First fandom, first queer pairing, first smut stories. I was such a sweet sweet summer child XD The early 00s were wild

Which ship would you consider your first one?

Soooo. Funny story. Way back when, I got into fanfiction via fanfiction.net. You know how their filter system is bad/non-existent? Yeah. Little me, on her first outing to ffnet, didn’t know how to operate the character settings. I clicked on the first story on the top of the first page of the HP section. It was a Snape/Hermione star-crossed lover deal. It flash-fried my brain, taught me content curation in a crash course and incidentially made me partial to the ship for quite a few years...

Your first fanfic was about which couple?

See above lol. I will never ever forget the experience. I tried to find that story later for downloading (like an ugly beloved keepsake ig lol) but never managed.

If you mean fanfic I've written: it was gen.

Do you remember the first couple you saw fan art of?

Kakashi/Obito

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

Nope. Scraped by a few times since I entered the tumblr bubble but managed to stay out of it. I don’t get the point. It's freaking fictional characters in fictional worlds. Go touch grass or something instead... (but you will make me fucking mad if you try to drag me into these things with wild ad hom accusations based on what i ship or dont ship)

Did you used to have a NOTP or have one currently?

No, not really. It's only ever preferences. There are some I dislike due to my own hc/inability to suspend my disbelief but I wouldn’t call them NOTPs. I just don’t read them.

Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?

Dreamling

Currently, do you have any OTPs?

I actually dislike the term OTP. It's a scale of preferences for me. There are few (read: none) fav characters that I can only see with one love interest (and anyway, sometimes i do prefer plot over love story. wild take i know) and the more time I spend in a fandom the more I diversify.

Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting into?

I don’t get this question, sorry. If I'm interested, I'll search it out. Even if the fandom is old. AO3 is an archive for exactly that reason.

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they’re kind of interesting?

Not that I can think of, at the moment!

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

Probably? I'm not clear on what all one is getting cancelled over this week/month/year by which group of 'concerend bystanders'. I suppose I might get cancelled for the mentioned Hermione/Snape?

What is your favourite crack ship?

I'm so glad you asked. It's clearly Dream/Helm (thank you for that @writing-for-life ) Or Gollum/The One Ring (thanks go to Neil himself here). Or - actually, never mind lol.

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

At the moment it's Dreamling. But I cycle through fandoms/pairings periodically...(btw im looking for more Johanna/Death? If anyone could point me in the right direction?)

What do most of your ships have in common?

At least one character has a dark/unknown/violent/tragic past (they can be victim or perpetrator!!! I'm all for character development babey)

What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

I don’t hate ships? As I said above. Possibly the reduction on 'I can fix him/her' or 'my love will save him/her from depression/"the darkness"/etc.' but that is mostly a matter of the author's style of crafting characterization and plot and has nothing to do with the ship itself.

I'm tagging @bazzybelle , @seiya-starsniper , @writing-for-life if you want to or maybe just point me towards your post if you've done it already?

[officialpenisenvy]

no preferences for media/ships, just wanted to see how such dynamics unfold in works an Aficionado & Expert™ would award their seal of quality to 🥰

okay so this is mostly jjk with two. sigh. notable exceptions. im SURE there's some works i missed but unfortunately ao3 doesn't let you sort your history by tags so you will have to forgive me for that 😔

black sheep, green pastures is a family drama about the fallout from an alpha teenager going into unexpected heat and raping his kid brother. it's genuinely a masterpiece and the omegaverse element is very understated, it's not in-your-face at all but it works to accentuate and deepen the already complex themes the fic tackles.

one good thing is a blessing is a bodice ripper set in the edo period, as an alpha outlaw meets a pregnant omega on the run from his clan and helps him escape. it's my golden standard for well-written a/b/o longfics, and it's definitely a fic for the omegaverse fans, featuring many common tropes and lore elements that blend seamlessly with the historical setting to create a fun and romantic story that is a great intro to the average omegaverse.

honey drop is an abandoned longfic about a young alpha man who finds himself adopting an omega-to-be young child and grooming him into compliance. it's very heavy on the omegaverse, and it's a very uncomfortable read at times, but to me that only adds to the story being told, which is very self-aware about its own darkness despite being cloaked in sweet possessiveness (also worth noting that they don't have sex in the fic, the author abandoned it just before that narrative beat).

ripe is a very dark and short fic about an alpha man taking advantage of his child ward's heat, brought on early due to the boy having been molested by his father in the past. the omegaverse here is more of a pretense, an excuse for the horrific and mundane abuse more than anything; i really love the way it's written, it's incredibly evocative and the author always writes the point of view of the rapist with staggering accuracy (if you like fics where gojo is a disgusting creep you will love this author).

this heart, pierced by a sword is an insane star wars prequel fic where alpha child anakin is the antichrist and obi-wan is his mother mary. it's fucking crazy and weird and lowkey disturbing and well-written enough to keep you hooked for 30k words and also palpatine is there. go read this especially if you've watched the prequels or are in the star wars fandom. it's fucking batshit

the omegas will play is a fun and simple smut fic about two omega best friends fagging out in front of their alphas. it's very uncomplicated and it doesn't explore much of anything (though it has some interesting tidbits such as an omega with an alpha complex), the sex is decent, this foursome dynamic is quite fun to read and it's a trashy indulgence of mine.

head above the water is. sigh. an attack on titan omegaverse fic which has unfortunately grabbed me by my heaaart with its dirty claws. it's about a troubled alpha boy whose father is sexually abusing his younger omega stepbrother and if anything about that premise sounds appealing to you i promise it's not worth reading it. it's not well written at all (though it's by far not the worst fanfiction prose out there) and the omegaverse tropes are present to the point of being overbearing and cloying. to me it's camp but i understand that not everyone can share my delicate sensibilities. i read this out of morbid curiosity and it ruined my life so don't read this unless you're also ready for that or at least for a very bad fic. im only including this out of intellectual honesty lord have mercy on me.

yeah that should be about it as far as omegaverse fic recs. obviously i have read a lot more i probably have read them in the hundreds. however most of them are VERY badly-written and not particularly compelling. they're still great to jerk off to if you're like me and get turned on by a light breeze but definitely not worth examining out of intellectual curiosity. this is like a cream of the crop from my personal omegaverse history. hope you enjoy ❤️

[iscariotapologist]

okay hi i was wondering if i could ask a super specific question connected to faith? i was raised in non denominational/non religious Christianity but sorta drifted from that in my teen years and was more or less agnostic, and now that I’m 22 I’m returning back to spiritual Christianity and trying to form a personal connection with God. while I was raised to love everyone and treat everyone with kindness, some parts of my community are pretty homophobic/racist, and sometimes it’s very hard to separate my own beliefs with theirs, its so exhausting. there are lots of things im interested in writing about and exploring as I grow as a person. I realized I’m she/they and that those pronouns fit me well, i enjoy quite a lot of straight ships and gay ships and write about both of them, and to express my sexuality i want to write smut and stuff for some self indulgence. I was raised knowing questioning gender and expressing sexuality is a normal human thing. But due to my towns culture and toxic view on gender expression and sexuality I can’t help but feel…guilt? Like on one hand I know it’s normal but on the other hand there’s this level of paranoia and guilt, thinking that God will smite me for writing about sex and gay ships. anyways what I’m asking u is if you’ve ever had that guilt before, and are there ways to challenge that paranoia? If you don’t feel comfortable responding to this that’s fine! If you’re able to thanks so much! Have a good day :)

hi! congrats on the pronouns. yeah in my experience feeling this way about sex/sexuality is extremely common if not ubiquitous among people with a background like this. i'm repressed as hell personally and got a lot of purity culture bullshit as a teenager so i'm definitely familiar with this kind of guilt, and can't say i've worked through it all either. i honestly think the most effective way to combat this is to spend time with people who are not stuck in that mindset, but it sounds like that might be difficult in your situation. until you can do that i would recommend spending time with theology that can help you adjust your perspective; some body-friendly and accessible (as in easy to read) authors i'm fond of are sarah bessey, nadia bolz-weber (specifically her book shameless), and rowan williams (specifically the body's grace essay). if you want to get a little more intense with concepts of sexuality/eroticism and christianity i would recommend closet devotions by richard rambuss and the works of mystics such as mechthild of magdeburg, catherine of siena, and julian of norwich. also song of songs in the bible. also in my reference tag there are some posts with reading lists of a similar theme. i will drop the tags for these authors below so you can check out some excerpts from their work that i've posted or reblogged if you want. good luck!

[missmvrder]

get to know the author!

name : tati

pronouns :  she/they

preference of communication : discord. tumblr IM are so unreliable ( like everything else from tumblr ). i do tend to run low on social battery at times so i can be slower to reply to DMs at time but i eventually get there! i love talking about our characters so never hesitate to come to me about them!

most active muse :  right now i'm writing beatriz and elena in two different threads each but it's not so much the muse that makes me more active but the plots with others. i have a lot of muse for many of my currently unwritten characters, they just need to find the perfect plot and opposite!

experience / how many years : i’ve started roleplaying on tumblr in 2011, so way too long ago. i did some on myspace around 2009, so 14 years in total. i discovered roleplaying late in life, like in my early 20′s, which seems unlike many others who started as teenagers. 

best experience : i don’t think i’ve had one experience that stood from the rest and had me go all, this is my best rp experience, but i’ve had many great moments and memories over the years. group wise, i currently really miss retaliationrp because there was so much more to do with the plots and characters. but this run as indie is my best one yet. i feel like i’ve found my people, i have amazing plots and they are all very diverse. the balance i have right now makes it really perfect.

rp pet peeves : over-formatting. it’s cool if that’s your thing, but it’s not mine and it makes it hard for me to get into it. the many spaces, the random use of italic or bold, it’s not for me. overly purple prose too, it makes me not get into what the other is writing. i think we tend to over cancel faceclaims too, we interpret what people we don’t know mean and form some very strong and black and white opinions on that. this doesn’t apply for the people who have done actual shitty and disgusting things, but we nitpick too much what stranger say. also, blogs that are all cis het white woman because that’s what they knew and they want to write what they know and yet, they’re all actress/singers/models/vampires/etc. at least be honest about what it’s about.

fluff, angst, or smut : angst all the way. i can do fluff only so long, generally with the intent of having a lot of angst after. smut can be fun once in a while but not if there’s nothing established behind it. if we’re having a strong plot that has been develop and you want to try some smut, i’m open to it but not without it serving the plot and characters. i live for the angst.

plots or memes : plots. i like having a direction and sometimes things are plotted as we go and develop but there need to be a little something when the thread starts. from there, memes are fine, because it can serve to develop more. i find myself less and less interested in open starters unless we plot something before replying or we talk about the characters a little to see where it could go.

long or short replies : both, with a tendency toward longer. i like to had context and backstory to the thread which also means i can be slower to reply because sometimes these take a lot more out of me. i do like the shorter replies too and sometimes wish i had more but i tend to ruin that by then rambling.

time to write : late in the evening, after 9pm and sometimes during the day. i do a lot of replying planning in my head during the day. i’m currently on sick leave so i often draft during the day, but usually, it’s work, motherhood and then whatever time is life to write.

are you like your muses : i think i would like some parts of me to be more like certain muses and some will use my sense of humour or view on things but outside of that, i enjoy trying to create entirely new personas and characters. i think we all put some little parts of ourselves in our characters but none are ‘self-inserts’.

tagged by: @atlatsofstories ❤️

tagging: @autumnwritcs, @fearhidden, @mocnlighted, @pristinaluna, @twistxdtales, @thewolfruns, and everyone else who want to do this!

[dekuxroki]

“don’t ask don’t tell” - ms_chunks (its from 2018 im late)

LET ME START BY SAYING…… this is a blessing of a story. I’ve never read or tried a Kachaako (is that the name) fic before. A few weeks ago my friend and I traded some fan art of them and I thought, “ykw i could see it maybe…..”, and I wasn’t looking for this fic. At all. I was reading a lovely BKDK fic as usual and this fic was named as an inspiration for it, so I kinda just did it.

It made me a believer in this dynamic. THIS dynamic is *chefs kiss*. I LOVE IT. I L O V E IT.

This author writes so well and just made me so happy. Also the amount of teenage love / giddiness / age appropriate affection is just so perfect. No smut in it which makes it just so cute. The author DID write a one off to appease the masses of deku x kachaan x ochako (which i read and…. woah! good rep of ace!deku), so check that out too if ur interested it’s called “Long Time Coming”.

Anyways i love this pairing, this author, this fic, their fighting, their characterization, and everything in between. Check it out of you haven’t before <3

[theyvefallen-arch]

independent. private. highly selective.  original lore & upcoming webcomic TWO BLUE GIRLS original character multimuse blog.  penned by Wren.  google docs is here | carrd here | interest tracker here inbox (3) | threads (5) mobile rules below. 

1. it is a preference that you do not use an alias of a god/dess, compare characters or yourself to a god/dess, or roleplay a deity or demon (specifically Lilith and Lucifer).

2. warning: I have a strong personality in the sense that I’m very upfront, communicative, and honest. I am 24 (turning 25) years old, I live in the USA, and I am a witch. 

3. trigger warning for: religious themes, trauma, abuse, pregnancy, abortion, darker topics like homicide, rape, cannibalism, gore, and more will be present on the blog. tagging format is ______ tw. almost everything will be tagged (like gore or abuse or pregnancy; but religious themes are sewn throughout the blog and will not be tagged). 

4. no muse is locked chronologically. all muses are written at an age range of late teens to mid twenties to early thirties. default age for most muses is 18, unless specified. throughout the webcomic, we see Josie & co develop from early teens to adulthood. if ever not tagged, assume 18+ or if Hunter or Maxine are tagged, assume childhood for them. 

some muses have died during their teenage years but have mentally grown into adulthood (see Melody for example). NSFW and shipping is possible for these muses, however, it is up to the muns involved to discuss in private. 

5. I will not smut on the dashboard for general comfort reasons, however I am fine smutting in private. general petting, soft-core teasing will be present on the blog during Sundays and so on. 

6. purpose of the blog is to develop characters and figure out how they would act during different scenarios. if you lift anything from this blog, be it characters, ideas, edits, etc, I will find you and there will be legal repercussions. 

7. this is a drama-free zone. I will not post drama or call out posts as I find them harmful and typically unnecessary. fiction is fiction. reality is reality. so long as you can distinct between the two, we’ll get along fine. I’ve been involved in drama in the past, and I will own up to them if questioned. 

8. as an addendum to the above rule, I have a private list of people I choose not to write with. never will I make you choose between the two of us; I simply block, blacklist, and back away from drama and drama perpetrators. please do tell me about any actually harmful (like real life preying on minors, harassment, pedophilia, unsolicited advances, etc). but honestly I don’t care beyond that. if you have beef with a person, block and back away from them. 

9. are you a proshipper/write with proshippers? I will write with whomever I want, regardless of their status as a proship/antiship. I want to write with GOOD writers and GOOD people.

10. I work pretty much Tuesday through Saturday, 7 to 3 pm. 

11. communicate with me if I make a mistake (if I mistake your name, your pronouns, your muses’ name, etc) because I am a tad thick headed and cannot tell a person’s discomfort through text messages or ims. I need to be directly shown or reminded. reminder, I am human as you are human. please extend a level of grace with me. 

12. basically, respect me and my gods and I’ll respect you.