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[aziraphales-library]

Hellooo ✨ Thank you very much for creating this blog, is an incredible resource!

I would like to ask you if you remember an unfinished human AU! fic based on a Strictly Come Dancing setting (I guess, never watched that show). Aziraphale is the professional dancer, Crowley an actor who's trying to get more attention from the audience to get more roles. At first they hate eachother, but the attraction is undeniable. It's beautifully written by two authors who said they would have probably kept writing again once the s.2 have been broadcasted. I can't find it anywhere, though, and I'm afraid it had been cancelled :(

Thank you very much!

Have a nice day 🎀

I think it's probably this one!

Loosely Ballroom by marginalia_device, mortifyingideal [M] [WIP]

Dust off your dancing shoes, because it’s that time of year again! The new season of Strictly Come Dancing starts TONIGHT on BBC One! A brand new crop of celebs are getting ready to compete for the coveted Glitterball trophy, and they’re a mixed bunch— ranging from beloved telly presenter Eve Gardener to washed-up stage and screen actor Anthony J Crowley.

Whose tango will tantalise? Whose cha-cha will charm us? And who will be doomed by their dreadful, dreadful salsa? Join us every second Saturday at 7pm to find out!

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Aziraphale is a professional, Crowley is a contestant, and the BBC needs viewers. Does what it says on the tin, if the tin has a whopping great “STRICTLY COME DANCING AU” label on it.

~Mod N

[darke-faerie]

New fic! Ahh a new to me series! I really enjoyed writing this and exploring Xie Lian's ace confusion! ^.^

p.s if this requires other tags, please let me know!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 天官赐福 | Heaven Official's Blessing (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Huā Chéng/Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Shī Qīngxuán & Xiè Lián Characters: Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Hua Cheng (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Shi Qingxuan Additional Tags: Asexuality, Asexual Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Embarrassment, Sexual Inexperience, Asexual Character, Established Huā Chéng/Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Established Relationship, Love, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Humor, Implied Sexual Content, Internalized Acephobia, understanding Hua Cheng, Happy Ending, Friendship Summary:

Xie Lian thought he was ready to have sex with Hua Cheng but when the moment comes he feels....nothing.

In embarrassment he runs away to his palace in the Heavenly Realm and wonders if his long used lie had finally come true.

Wind Master arrives and helps Xie Lian to realise why exactly he's feeling this way...

[those-other-ones]

Hover car smit? 🥺

Please accept this very mediocre plot-less story. Wrote this straight through, did not re-read it. Hope it's acceptable.

Happy Smutember.

Everything below the cut is 18+ explicit, nsfw, mature, whatever you wanna call it.

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The sand was getting in his flip-flops.

With every step across the beach, the hot grit was getting under his heels and between his toes, with the occasional twig or broken shell digging into his sensitive skin and causing him to curse.

"Whoa, that's a harsh one from you Dr. D.," Shego said.

Drakken could hear the smirk in her voice as she followed after him. True, the words he was mumbling were more intense than his usual 'doodles' but given the circumstances he felt they were warranted.

"Why did we even come to this party," he grumbled as he stalked toward where they'd parked the hovercar.

"Because you wanted to humiliate Dementor."

Drakken stopped and whirled around, his hands on his hips. It would have been a menacing pose if not for the Snowman Hank swim trunks he was wearing and the slight paunch of his belly hanging over the waistband as he leaned forward.

"You knew this would happen, didn't you. And you still made us come!"

"You made me sit through that five hour lecture at MIST."

"You were supposed to be there to watch me heckle James Possible!"

"And then he didn't show."

"Hmph," Drakken grumped, turning around to continue the trek to the parking lot. "You'd think he'd have more respect for someone who saved the world."

"You need to relax Dr. D. So going to Dementor's retirement party was a bad idea…"

They reached the hovercar and Drakken grumbled as he kicked his flip-flops off onto the floorboards. The tips of his ears were flushed purple with his annoyance and his eyes were dark with rage. Shego suppressed a giggle.

She climbed in the passenger seat next to him as he started the ignition, but…nothing happened.

"Oh, great! The engine is overheated!" Drakken groused, throwing his hands up.

Shego bit her lip as she got a devious idea.

"Well, since we're not going anywhere, how about I help you relax?" she said, sidling closer.

"What…? Shego, no! Not here!"

Drakken's eyes had widened and his hands were batting at hers as she pulled at the waistband of his swim trunks. When he grabbed her wrist to stop her she lifted her hand and ignited it in threat. He continued grumbling and crossed his arms, looking around nervously as she slid down to sit on the floor of the passenger seat and rested her arm across his lap so she could get her face closer.

"Someone's going to see this," Drakken said nervously.

"Just put on your sunglasses and relax. Anyone who comes by will think you're taking a nap."

"In ninety-six degree heat!? Onh…"

His thoughts were arrested as Shego's lips made contact. This heat was entirely different on his soft skin, and after a few moments of anxiously glancing around he reached down to pull his trunks lower. He did put his sunglasses on, and then set to watch her furtively, setting one hand gently at the back of her head and weaving his fingers into her hair. It was damp, yet hot from the sun, and he fidgeted nervously with the strands as she began to sweep his mind away with her touch.

Her lips were like velvet on his skin as she placed tiny, suckling kisses along the blue length right down to his lavender tip. He could feel the rush of blood in moments, and it nearly doubled when she glanced up to give him a wicked look before she plopped his tip into her mouth.

"Mmmh…" she hummed deliriously, the same way she did when sucking on a strawberry. She knew exactly what it did to him, and his fingers tightened in her hair and on the side of the hovercar as she began sliding her mouth slowly down and up again, her teeth lightly grazing his sensitive flesh and her tongue pressing against him with precise pressure.

He kept glancing down at the rhythm of her face, mesmerized by the hot, soft sensations as his member vanished inside of her mouth, but his gaze was still drawn out to the beach beyond the parking lot. Casual beach goers were out of earshot by the water's edge, and further down he could just see the stage where Dementor was hosting his retirement party.

Drakken shook that thought away. He was not going to have Dementor anywhere near his mind while…this was going on. But it would still be good to keep one eye on the parking lot.

Suddenly Shego's lips left him.

"You gonna help me relax too or is this all about you?"

"Ngh… What do you want?"

Shego smirked. "You."

Drakken flushed. He needed to get a little harder first. But, a way to discreetly please her quickly occurred to him.

With a slight shudder he let the vine out of his back, and the strange mutation that seemed to act on his subconscious began wrapping itself around her waist. Shego's smirk faded slightly, but then she reached down and stroked the petals of the pink flower that was snaking up to her chest. It sent a shiver across Drakken's nervous system as she continued doing that, looking at him with eyes that simply screamed sex.

"You like that? Maybe you should let him out to play more often."

"Just…don't waste time. Someone could come by."

Shego chuckled and returned her lips to his twitching member. The flower had wandered up to Shego's neck and somehow, undid the tie of her bikini top. The green and black fabric fell away and Drakken watched curiously as the vine wound its way around the soft globe of one of her breasts, the pink petals seeming to rub at her nipple. His hand found the soft flesh of the other and he began kneading.

The moan that Shego responded with was slightly choked by his growing arousal inside her mouth. Their surroundings forgotten, he watched as her legs gradually began to tremble in pleasured response to his touch, and he wanted to give her more.

"Come here," he demanded. Her lips left him with a pop, and he watched her grin as the hard length bobbed back and forth until falling heavily to his stomach, glistening from her attentions.

"I should tie my suit back up," Shego said shakily, reaching for the strings, "in case anyone walks by they'll think I'm just sitting on your lap."

"No one would think that," Drakken said with a slight growl as he pulled her toward him impatiently.

Nevertheless she tied her top back up before moving to sit in his lap, facing the beach. She shifted back and rubbed her rear against his rod with a delighted chuckle, and Drakken growled again as she leaned back fully into his chest, preventing further action.

"We don't have all day!" he protested.

She chuckled again as she shifted up just enough to reach beneath her thighs and grab hold of him, guiding him up past her swimsuit briefs and into the petals of warmth that awaited him.

"Hnngh!" he groaned, his entire body tensing as he filled her. Shego for her part was gasping for breath, leaning against him again as she had taken every inch all at once. The vine, not to be left out, was coiled around Shego's waist and the flower was snaking between her legs. After a moment she responded instinctively, spreading them apart and giving the flower access. It began massaging her peak, and she bit her lip as a hiss escaped her lips.

"Like I said," Drakken breathed, "no one is going to think you're sitting in my lap."

Giving up on any sense of decorum, he wrapped his arms around her and covered her breasts with his hands, beginning to squeeze as she rolled and rocked her hips almost erratically in attempt to bring him in deeper.

Then she braced her hands against his knees to lift herself up just enough, and they both moaned in unison when she dropped herself back down heavily upon his sword.

"This…is a much better party," Shego gasped.

Drakken laughed huskily as his fingers rubbed back and forth over her clothed nipples, pinching lightly as she started them into an erotic rhythm.

A dirty word slipped from Drakken's lips, and Shego leaned her head back next to his and reaching up to grip his shoulders. Sweat was dripping down her temple, and when her lips found his she tasted of ocean salt.

"Someone…" he murmured into her lips between kisses, "is going to see us."

"You still care?" Shego asked.

Drakken's answer was only to grip her breasts possessively, causing her to moan and arch her back against his chest as she rode him heavily.

"I hope Dementor walks by."

"Really?" Shego gasped out.

"He never accomplished anything close to this in his career."

Shego laughed breathlessly, and Drakken kissed her again.

"Turn around," he said.

"That will just be more obvious," Shego said with a grin, already moving to comply.

Drakken shifted on the hovercar's seat to give her legs more space as she knelt over him. His swim trunks at his ankles now, and he nimbly untied her bikini top once more, a thrill running through him as it fell and her soft, green breasts were presented to him.

The vine was still snaking around Shego's waist, but Drakken gave it a light flick with his finger as his arms circled around her.

"That's enough from you," he scolded it, and it slowly slithered away back inside his body, a strange electricity racing over his nerve endings as it vanished.

This time it was he to grip the base of his arousal, pushing it past Shego's bikini bottoms as she pressed forward. It felt like he belonged there, buried deeply within her, and he leaned down to nip softly at her breasts in turn as she began pressing her hips against him, rubbing the peak of her arousal back and forth against his pubic bone.

He licked and suckled one nipple, his eyes on her face as she arched her back again and bit her lip to withhold the screams he knew she wanted to release.

"Drakken…" she managed as she ground her hips against his. It felt so good being engulfed by her, a belonging he couldn't find any other way.

He knew she was close as she suddenly fell forward into him, her hips rocking feverishly and her breasts pressing into his chest. He hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek as she rode herself closer and closer. And that knowledge of her pleasure with him was driving him quickly to his own end.

He hadn't realized he had closed his eyes, but then he opened them with some sudden instinct and saw at the edge of the parking lot none other than Dementor, frozen in place and jaw hanging open, ice chest on the ground where he must have dropped it.

"Drakken…Drakken…" Shego was gasping louder.

"Oh yes…say my name," he said, grinning evilly. He shifted on the hovercar's seat and grabbed her hips, drilling upward in time with her rhythm.

"Drakken!" she screamed, her fingernails digging into his back as she came undone atop him, squirming in her release while he didn't relent, determined to make her pleasure last.

He was thankful for the curtain of her hair that gave them some modesty, but it certainly couldn't disguise what was happening to any other eyes that may be watching. At the edge of the parking lot Drakken could see Dementor still utterly dumbstruck, his expression shocked and clearly the face of someone who hadn't gotten what Drakken was getting in a long time.

Drakken chuckled evilly and lifted one hand to flip Dementor the bird before he moved again, quickly but carefully lying Shego down on the hovercar's bench seat. His one-time rival in evil had had more than enough of a show, and definitely more than he deserved.

Shego was still reeling and breathless from her high, but Drakken wasn't done. She lifted legs and hooked her heels behind Drakken's back as he pumped into her deeply, his rhythm steady and strong.

The vine, seemingly acting on his subconscious once again, slipped out to press a button on the hovercar's control panel, activating the dome cover to finally hide them away from prying eyes. And then it moved to encircle Shego's wrists and bring them up above her head. She blinked up at him in surprise, but not with any protest, and he braced himself against the seat so he could reach up to entwine his fingers with hers.

As she regained her wits, her expression became devious again as they locked eyes, communication unspoken as she seemingly dared him onward. Her breasts were bouncing deliciously below him, the sight of them, the sight of Shego making his blood race. His thrusts increased in speed, and when he felt his release near the vine let go instinctively. Shego's hands moved to his rear and gripped the strong muscles tightly, pulling him deeper as he felt the white hot pleasure explode at his every nerve ending. He was aware of the heat, of the twitching, and of his weight falling to cover hers… Of a pleasure that seemed to melt his very being centering at their union.

His breaths came slow and heavy, and gradually he became aware of Shego's fingers in his hair while her other hand massaged the back of his thigh. Buried within her always seemed the most right place to be, and he was in no hurry to leave her.

"Thank you, Dumpling…" he finally said with a sigh. "You were right…I needed to relax."

He finally began to shift up, but Shego set a hand on his cheek and guided his lips to hers. When he pulled away from the silken touch her eyes held mischief.

"Oh, but I'm not done relaxing."

A grin spread across Drakken's face.

"…Since the hovercar isn't working, maybe we should…borrow Dementor's vehicle."

Shego laughed. "You're very evil for a world hero."

[rockingrobin69]

Fantastical

It’s the socks, Harry thinks, at least tries to from the shambles of what used to be his brain. The socks. Thigh-high, red-red with yellow stripes. A bit like his old Quidditch uniform, and nothing at all like it.

“What?”

Harry tries to open his mouth, only to discover it’s already open. “Huh?”

“You’re being weird.”

Draco sounds like he’s pouting. Harry can’t see. Can’t get his eyes past the vast expanse of fabric, from red-clad toes to the first sliver of pale skin above. Draco’s long legs made even longer, even more irresistible. Should be painful, all this bright colour, but it’s not. At least not to the eye. His head feels a bit melted, though.

“Harry.”

“Yeah?” he blinks and blinks, still can’t get a half-coherent thought. “Sorry. It’s—you—”

“Too much?”

Harry shakes past the lump in his throat. Feels faint. “No, not too much. Just… needs… I think I need some water.”

“Gods, that bad?” he looks up at the tone, an instinct. It takes an age, because on the way to Draco’s face are his shorts, so tight, and the fine muscles of his abdomen, is that a crop top, fucking—arms and that neck, and neck, and neck, who has so much neck, where does it end—pointy chin, then, god, god, eyeliner, he’s wearing eyeliner, Harry’s dying.

Dying. No more thought. Dead.

“I can change, if you just let me—”

He grabs a wrist, shakes his head. “Don’t. Please.”

“You’re obviously not comfortable with all this. I can… I’ll still do it, okay, just try again, with something a bit less—less.”

“Do you have any idea…” he uses the wrist to pull Draco closer, rests his head on a bare shoulder. “Do you realise how much I fucking want you?” weak with it, physically weak with how much, crumbly-kneed. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

Draco tuts, a small sound. “I promised you a fantasy. Instead I gave you a heart attack.”

“Think you underestimated the…” so much bare skin, so close to his lips, begging to be kissed, licked, bitten, “how much I want you all the time. How little it takes to make me… with you. And with this, it’s, more than I… please just fuck me? Please? So I can think again?”

He laughs, thank fucking god, hands in Harry’s hair. “Since you asked so nicely.”

Harry runs a finger down a socked thigh, the fabric so thin. He can feel the heat of Draco’s skin underneath it. Makes his blood boil. Makes him wild. He wants to tear it to shreds, unwrap Draco like a present, kiss and kiss and kiss him until he’s a shuddering mess, until he’s just as unravelled.

Harry Drops to his knees, gently peels off the first few inches of fabric. Rubs his cheek against it, soft, warm, still a bit red. Perfect, perfect.  

Better than a fantasy in the maddest, silliest way. Real and here and his.  

[white-nights1337]

What time is it?

Time for an update! Again, a big thank you to those who responded to my poll for creative direction of this fic.

You asked, and I have delivered.

[shinigami-striker]

GTA IV in 2023 | Saturday, 04.29.2023

Happy 15th anniversary to Grand Theft Auto IV.

[shopwitchvamp]

[beatrizmar-world]

CHAPTER 4- Chaos

The sight of a defeated Naruto made Hinata’s heart shatter into a million pieces, but she knew that she needed to remain strong for his sake, “Naruto, you must know that my heart belongs to you, and only you, in this life time- or any other…Yet, if you truly love me, you’ll honour my request.”

“Ask me anything!” Naruto added.

“Go on to live a happy- and a successful life, be the emperor your people need you to be. And be happy… but, without me. Forget about me”.

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Dear Tumblrs and fanfic readers,

I apologise for making you wait so long for an update, I told myself that I wouldn't do this, but I never realised how hard it was to write when you have other things going on in life.

Nevertheless, I really do hope you will like, comment and follow the this story as I have put a lot of my heart and soul into it.

It is rated M for a reason! Please enjoy! :)

[devileaterjaek]

[the-wayside]

After the great fail of OneDrive, I've not been up to having rewrite work I've already done once before so I started a writing exercise. Write some words for any concept that I'd like to tackle. In true Way fashion, it has...grown.

So, here is about 700 words of about 5k. M for language and implications of future dubcon (A/B/O dynamics [A!K and O!P]). Marriage of convenience. Just for interest, in this universe, the wolves do descend from Gaelic roots as wolves as we know them don't exist in Thailand and hence the familiarity with (summer) Beltane (and Bel) as well as the hunt (Cernunnos). Not that it matters at all as it's more the basis for events rather than a huge mythos piece.

Porsche has been dreading his last wedding celebration with an itch in his canines to rip into everyone and everything. A marriage of convenience, they said. Whose? Definitely not his. Not his husband who comes home smelling of other more obliging omegas. Despite coming so far into the 21st century, some wolves refuse to let go of their traditions and their base instincts. Families bred for power over a true desire to bond. No, this was a marriage of necessity. One he instigated but the further it progresses the more he understands how poor a decision that was.

“We’ll drive out to the campsite before sunset,” Kinn tells him in the sunroom downstairs over coffee and an assortment of breakfast foods.

The only comfort he has is the sickening twist that Kinn looks just as uncomfortable as he feels. All the preparations, the parties and the egregious handholding, were scheduled so that their last feast and hunt would fall on the first day of May, coinciding with their prayers to their ancestral gods Bel and Cernunnos for a hearty bounty in the coming year. Since his new husband doesn’t farm, the bounty they wish for is for a healthy pup inside him. All things befitting a marriage not as doomed as theirs.

Fuck if I let him touch me. Porsche grunts and pushes melon around his plate with a fork. Kinn folds up his napkin and puts it over the top of his plate, pushing back his chair to stand and rebutton his suit jacket. Today’s is different from yesterday's and the days before that. Porsche is sure Kinn has more suits than he has underwear.

“One more night and we can be done with each other,” Kinn says quietly.

“You can be done with me,” Porsche says as he tips his head up to look at Kinn, “You can do whatever you want. Me, I’m stuck with you.”

Kinn searches his face and Porsche fights to keep his face passive and not scowl. In another time, another world, he might have found Kinn attractive.

“You’ve made that clear.”

Porsche narrows his eyes because he doesn’t understand the tone, “Am I wrong?”

It’s the one concession he can make. The day Kinn put the gold wedding band on his finger, he should have placed a corresponding bite on his nape…but he didn’t. The moment he does, Porsche’s future dies with him. All Porsche’s heats are Kinn’s heats; his children are Kinn’s. Less than a slave, he’s a vessel for someone else’s desires.

“You know where the door is,” Kinn stares at him, giving him a hard look and Porsche sighs and leans back in his chair. Everything his family received; the money, the protection, the status in the pack, all disappears.

“Don’t expect me to slick my asshole for you,” Porsche knows he’s being vulgar and Kinn flinches in the way Porsche has come to know him to. His face doesn’t move but his eyes flicker, almost as if his wolf answers Porsche’s anger rather than the man. “Don’t expect to get anywhere near me.”

Porsche realizes that maybe he has pushed too far because Kinn leans down, hand on the table, “If you really thought you stood a chance, you’d have stopped taking those extra strong suppressants.”

Just because he realizes, doesn’t mean he can stop himself: “Sorry if I don’t want the stench of you following me around while I’m trying to eat.”

Kinn leans back and stands up again, “Pretend all you want. You signed yourself up for the task and refused the exit. Your asshole, anyway it comes, is mine.”

Porsche is practically seething and Kinn adjusts his cufflinks, "You'll prepare yourself as you're expected to and we will act out this farce."

"Why are you doing this?" Porsche can't help but ask.

"You asked for my help, not my reasoning," Kinn turns and proceeds to the dining room door before disappearing. Porsche watches him go and sighs, with relief or frustration, he isn't sure.

Marriage of convenience, marriage of the borderline insane, he decides and spears a piece of melon onto his fork before popping it into his mouth. What's done is done and Kinn, despite Porsche's recalcitrance, is right. Porsche chose this repeatedly in the last few weeks and now he has to pony up and deliver.

[applesap-fics]

Rats are not meant to be on their own. They are social animals. They need members of their own kind to interact with or they get depressed. No amount of comfort can offer the security someone who speaks your own language can. Someone who gets you.

Chapter 5 of my weird aniMadrigal AU is up! Rekindling romance with a slice of grief- or, maybe the other way around.

[darke-faerie]

New Fic! I had so much fun writing this! Especially Hua Cheng siding with Ruoye (anything to stop E-Ming being pampered instead of himself hahah)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 天官赐福 | Heaven Official's Blessing (Cartoon), 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ruoye & Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Hua Cheng/Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Characters: Ruoye (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu), E-Ming (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Hua Cheng (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Additional Tags: Ruòyé POV, Post-Canon, Rivalry, Bathing/Washing, Jealousy, Married Huā Chéng/Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Ruoye vs E-ming, Crack, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Happy, Happy Ending, Fluff and Crack Series: Part 1 of Drabbles-ish and Random Shorts (Heaven Official's Blessing/TGCF) Summary:

Now his Master had settled into married life, Ruoye is finding itself a little jealous of all the time and attention Xie Lian is giving E-Ming...

[dirt-apple-productions]

I wrote a new short story about Shigatoga, titled "Silverfish." Please be nice; if you don't like the story, please just don't read it. Links are below.

Wattpad

AO3

Fanfiction.net

Many thanks to @sonofthedragon and @catkin-morgs for helping me beta-read and edit this story. I am beyond grateful.

[spiderparentsfam]

O-k! I’ve uploaded the first chapter of the fake dating Miguel/MJ focused (but poly endgame), Emergency Girlfriend Program!

Excerpt:

“Babe.”

Miguel and Rod turned to look at the redhead now by them. Her dress was a darker blue than her eyes and her red hair was piled up in a delicate curly bun. His eyes unwillingly drifted down her collarbone, following the freckles to her v neck cleavage before he looked back up. Her hand was along his arm. She smiled at him good naturedly. He lightly frowned.

“Sorry but I have dibs on this one.” She lightly tugged at Miguel’s arm. “Mr. O’Hara promised we’d go sightseeing after the last panel.” She gave his bicep a playful squeeze and smiled brightly at Rod. “You understand.”

“Oh, please, don’t let me stop you.”

“Thanks.” She looped her arm around Miguel’s more comfortably. “Come on, honey.”

Miguel walked out of the main hall with his brain sputtering. When they were a good distance away from prying ears and eyes, he dropped her arm.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The redhead smiled. “Helping you.”

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Read on (ao3)!

[those-other-ones]

🍋 You Talk In Your Sleep

This might be the last one for awhile; we’ll see if I can smash out anymore in the next couple of days.  The work week is exhausting, yo.

Choosing here and there from this list because I like this list.

Smutember Prompt 4:  "You Talk In Your Sleep"

Everything under the cut is explicit, mature, NSFW, 18+, however you want to call it.

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Shego thought it was hilarious the first time she heard Drakken sleep-talking, his cheek pressed to the metal of the lab table late one night and a small line of saliva dripping down his chin.  He wasn't merely an incoherent mumbler either, his voice rising and falling, the narration of whatever dream he was having traveled through the lair's ventilation until it woke her.

She hadn't had a camera ready that night, but this second time she was prepared.  She tiptoed into the lab and took a few stills of the sleeping mad scientist as he mumbled, creeping closer all the while.  But when she was near enough to get a close-up of his nose hairs as his jabber was broken by intermittent snores, his words suddenly halted her actions.

"I can touch?" he said, a small smile forming on his lips though his eyes remained closed.  "Why thank you, Shego."

Shego's brow rose, a myriad of implications about his words entering her mind in a flurry.  Her first reaction was to be offended as he licked his lips and his fingers twitched upon the lab table.  But then she realized she could gain more material with which to mock him by waiting and listening in.

She carefully leaned against the table and pushed record on the camera, smirking as she knew this would be the ultimate blackmail.

"Better than I imagined... May I suck on them?  Oh, you won't...be sorry," Drakken slurred a bit, but the words were still clear.

Shego felt a strange mix of emotions then, a dark wave of anger that he was thinking about her inappropriately as she'd supposed, but also a strange thrill at what he was potentially imagining.  She wondered against her better judgment if he had the skill he seemed to think he did in his mind.

"You feel...so good..." he continued dreamily. "This is all I've ever wanted."

Shego watched for several minutes as he bit his lips, licked them, puckered them, and made a few gross slurping sounds.  It wasn't hard to imagine what was going on in his mind as his fingers kneaded the air like a nursing cat, and she felt again that mix of disgust and curiosity.

"Oh, Shego... Shego my love..."

Her eyes shot open.  His love?  Did he have actual feelings for her, or was this just his lust-induced dream talking?  

Her finger hovered over the button on the camera, suddenly unsure about making fun of him in this way.  If he was genuinely in love with her...it would be crossing a line.  She liked working with him and for him.  It was hard to find a good villain partnership where you knew you didn't have to watch your back for betrayal all the time.  And if those were in fact his feelings...

"Of course you can touch," Drakken was saying.  Shego looked at the grin of pride now beaming on his face.  "Well...I don't like to brag but...seven inches."

Shego nearly choked and she couldn't help herself but to look down at his lap, but the thing he was describing was well-hidden by his lab coat.

"Okay, okay...yes it's more than that," he said with a chuckle.

Shego felt her heartbeat increase rapidly as she stared at the blue leather of his coat.  Was that just part of the dream, or was it real?

"No-no my dear, I have no expectations of... Oh well, if you insist then."

Drakken's fingers continued to knead the air, and a number of inappropriate images swam through her mind at what his words might mean.  The tingling rush it brought to her nerves was unexpected, and she found herself zoning out on the fantasy he was having.  When one of her own hands found her breast she snapped back to attention and realized she'd been imagining along with Drakken's continued words.

"Yes...yes, onh Shego..."

She swallowed nervously and then carefully stood up from her perch.  She tiptoed out of the lab toward her bedroom, a new goal decided upon and the recording camera forgotten upon the lab table.

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"Dr. D.?  Hey, Dr. D.?"

Drakken was confused as to why Shego suddenly stopped moaning his name to whisper to him furtively, when he realized in a rush that the voice he was hearing was no longer part of his wet dream.  He startled to wakefulness, nearly hitting his head on the laser drill as he bolted upright and surveyed his surroundings.  He had fallen asleep in the lab again, and Shego had caught him.  No doubt the mocking was about to begin.

"Shego!  I was just testing the uh...I was working on...uh..."

His feeble attempt at explanation died when he saw her standing before him.

She wasn't wearing her typical green and black battle-suit, but something much softer and...very decidedly designed for a different type of activity.  It was a soft green dress that barely reached her hips, and he was certain if she moved a single step it would reveal far too much.  Of course, it already was, as the thin straps at the top plunged down into a scalloped V, embroidered with white flowers, and right below her ample cleavage was a small bow that looked to barely be holding its knot.

The material of the gown below the bust might have been chiffon, but it was gathered in numerous pleats that left a hint of modesty as to what they concealed, and as it was split below the plunging V he wasn't sure if the skirt did in fact completely encircle her, or if the entire thing split in the front.  That fact however, was of secondary concern as she approached him with a gentle smile on her glistening lips.

"Sh-Shego!?" he asked in a panic, scooting his chair back from the table in attempt to escape her advance.  "What...what are you doing?  Wh-Why?"

She wasn't deterred by his actions, swiftly closing the gap between them and straddling his legs.

"You talk in your sleep," was her only explanation before her lips covered his.

Her kiss was sweet and tasted of strawberries, but this realization only came after Drakken realized he'd forgotten to breathe.  When he broke away, gasping for air, he processed this and the fact that Shego was coming on to him in an unmistakable way.  And apparently, his not-so-secret dream had been the cause.

He wanted to ask what exactly he'd said, and if her feelings were the same, but all of this was forgotten as he realized she was undoing the fastenings of his lab coat.

"Shego..." he said breathlessly.

"I heard claims of more than seven inches," she said with a slight shake to her voice.  Drakken wondered by that if she was as nervous and startled as he was, but he wasn't about to let the opportunity that had been given him go to waste.

"I..." He swallowed nervously and then met her eyes.  "I hope that'll be enough for you."

Her eyes widened, and it was then that he noticed the flush to her face as it darkened.

"Then get on with it!" she said, seeming almost upset.  But as he looked at the way her eyes darted away from his, he wondered if her ire was just a cover for shyness and perhaps embarrassment.

"You're off to a good start," he said, his voice thick as he helped her finish undoing his coat.

She had to step back so he could stand to remove it, and in doing so he got a full view of her shapely legs, leading up to the impossibly short hem of the lingerie.  His nerves began to fade as the residual feelings from his fantasy began to take presence with the very real Shego standing in front of him and wanting him.

His arms were chilled from the lack of the coat as he only wore a sleeveless turtleneck beneath, but he knew there would soon be more than enough heat between them as he unbuckled his belt.

"Let me?" Shego said suddenly, closing the space between them.  Drakken smiled, his heart pounding wildly as her shaky fingers found first his zipper to pull down and then fumbled with his pants button.  

When it was finally unfastened, he hooked his thumbs under the elastic of both trousers and boxers and slid the garments down.  He wasn't fully hard yet, but still Shego's catch of breath thrilled him just as her sparkling eyes did as she stared.

"I believe it's--"

Drakken had tried to take a step forward, but he tripped slightly on the gathering of pants around his ankles and fell backward, his bare rear thankfully impacting only the leather of his chair.  He was glad not for the first time the chair didn't have arms as Shego straddled his thighs again.

The feel of her skin against his sent a wave of dizziness to his head as his blood departed and rushed south.  He felt the twitching of his shaft even before Shego's fingers had wrapped around it, and a delirious moan left his lips as another wave of dizziness took him when she began to slowly and firmly run her hands up his length, one after the other.

"I think you wanted to suck on something?" Shego said with a grin.

Drakken blinked slowly back to awareness, still enraptured by the touch of her hands on his throbbing member.  After seeing the assent and desire in her eyes, his gaze fell to where her breasts strained at the beautiful negligee she wore.  One of the thin straps had fallen from her shoulder amid her actions, and he reached up to the tiny bow just below her cleavage that would surely reveal what he dreamed about far too often.

There was little resistance as he pulled the tie loose, but the fabric of the cups shifted aside only slightly.  On the side with the fallen strap it moved enough to reveal a darker green nipple on the shapely globe of her breast.  He felt the tension increase below as he pulled both cups aside to fully reveal her chest, mere inches from his and better than any fantasy.

"May I...?" he asked, glancing at her face.  She looked eager and seemingly glad that her appearance pleased him, as if it could do anything but that, but still he waited.

"Go on," she encouraged.  "I want to see what else those lips can do."

Drakken grinned as he looked back down at the sea of creamy green before him.  It was his hands he indulged first, gently cupping her fawn-soft breasts in his hands before beginning to alternate between gentle kneading and firm grips, memorizing the curves before he let his fantasy fully become reality.

He twirled his thumbs over her nipples, giving occasional flicks that elicited hisses from her lips as he finally buried his face into the soft, hot flesh.  She smelt of apples and something tropical, and he breathed her in for a long moment before he began dragging his tongue slowly over the swell of her right breast.  Below, her grip tightened when his tongue finally reached the firm peak of her nipple, and he obediently began suckling and nibbling on the flesh as his hand attended the left breast with equal fervor.

"Oh Drakken!" she whimpered desperately, her grip becoming almost painful as it all but halted.  His free hand roamed the rest of her body, skimming over every curve he could reach until he finally returned to her breast.  He switched then, bringing his lips to the left and his hand to the right, while his other arm wrapped around her and held her close.

The lust hadn't subsided by any means, but the reality was sinking in that he was about to make love to Shego.  Shego whom he had fought his feelings for for years.  Shego who mocked him and derided him, and who now apparently wanted him too.  He didn't want to hope it was more than lust, as his feelings ran far deeper.  But still it was in his mind as they were moments away from that final step.

His thighs were slick with her arousal, and after another moment of indulgence that drew a lengthy moan from her lips, he reached down and removed her hands from his fully-lengthened shaft.

She looked about to protest until understanding filled her eyes.  She scooted nearer until the soft fabric of her negligee brushed against his stiff, blue length, and then she lifted herself up on her toes to position herself.

"Onhh...oh...oh, Drakken!"

He barely heard her, his own moans loud and almost disbelieving as she sank down upon him.  He felt when she'd reached her limit, and he still had a ways to go.  But he was certain she had time yet for deeper arousal, and he leaned forward to nibble the swell of one breast as she braced her forearms on his shoulders.  His hands cupped her rear and squeezed as she lifted herself up, and then carefully came back down, the motion creating a sticky, sliding sound.  He nuzzled into her breasts each time they moved past his face as she slowly and cautiously controlled the action, and it wasn't long before Drakken noticed her legs trembling from the effort.

"Why don't you...take a seat, my dear?" he said with a devilish grin, brushing hair from her sweat-dampened temple.

A look of thrill and fear entered her eyes, and she tried to comply, but again he felt the limit reached and she was filled with some of his length still exposed.  A moment of thought, and he decided a different tactic was needed.

"Hold on," he said.

She obediently wrapped her arms around him, and as he slowly stood and the pressure increased, her knees went to his sides and gripped him tightly above his hips.  He took a firmer grip under her rear and took a careful stance, and then began thrusting upward into her at a measured, even pace.

"Ungh...Dra...Drakken..."

She was breathless as she clung to him, completely at his mercy as he drilled steadily into her.  He was careful despite his speed, knowing that pushing her too far too fast would not lend to her pleasure.  But then as he attempted to adjust his footing, the pants gathered at his ankles betrayed him and he caught sight of Shego's wide eyes a moment before they fell together back onto the chair.

Her sharp cry was followed instantly by the digging of her fingernails into the flesh of his back, and when he was able to turn his head to see her face he saw tears at the corners of her tightly closed eyes.

"Shego!?" he cried in worry.  Being buried within her was more glorious than any fantasy, but it meant nothing if she wasn't experiencing equal pleasure.  And buried he was, fully to the hilt, with Shego trembling from head to toe.  Her chest heaved with pained breaths, and Drakken was afraid to move as he worried over the best next course of action.  But then gradually her death grip around him started to release, and her feet lowered slowly toward the floor.

"Shego?" he repeated anxiously.

Her response was to swallow slowly and then...a slow swivel of her hips.

The pressure was like heaven, and Drakken moaned incoherently at the electric pleasure it sent from his every nerve ending down to center at where she expertly enhanced their mutual pleasure.  And mutual it was, as he watched her toss her head back with a delirious smile, her eyes still closed as she seemed to transcend from the moment.

She rocked and rolled her hips, never lifting away, the squelching sounds of sex mixing with their gasps of pleasure as the hot dripping of her arousal left the dark hairs of his scrotum damp.  Each move was like the most pleasurable fire being sent into his groin, and he buried his face in her breasts as he moaned her name repeatedly, both in praise and desire.

Soon her slow rolls became instinctive bucks forward and backward, her swollen nub of need rubbing hard against his pubic bone with each thrust.  He took the initiative and stood again, and she held onto him as she had before as he resumed the powerful upward thrusts, rapid this time for his need and his desire to please her.

She screamed in her climax, and he held her tighter as her hips ground against his and she wriggled in his grasp in both efforts to escape and to get nearer all at once.  He chuckled in delight, some of her hair getting in his mouth as she thrashed, until he finally stumbled toward the lab table and set her down on its cold surface.

He slowly lay her back as she writhed and panted for breath, whimpering her displeasure when their hot bodies lost contact and even more so when he pulled out of her with an audible pop.  He couldn't help his grin of triumph as she looked at him in awe, and also in upset that he'd moved away from her.  He watched her eyes slowly travel his naked body, resting finally where his erection still stood tall and glistening with the proof of her pleasure.

"I..." she gasped out almost desperately.  "I want to taste."

Drakken's brow rose.  He almost said no, wanting nothing more than to bury himself back within her as soon as he'd gotten his pants off for some balance--he began carefully pushing his boots off to accomplish just that--but then as he looked at the swollen and trembling green flesh that he had just ravaged, another idea struck him.

"Only...if I get to, too," he said.

Shego fixed her eyes on his for a moment before they dropped back to his length.

"All right."

Drakken finally pushed out of his pants and set his hands atop her thighs, sliding them slowly upward.

"Scoot up here."

"No...no, you lie down," Shego said, still catching her breath.

"All right," Drakken repeated, and he pushed his tools and blueprints aside to lie on the lab table lengthwise, the laser drill far too near above them but not even remotely a concern at the moment.

Trembling, Shego crawled over him, and before he could move aside the soft fabric of her negligee, her lips had encompassed his tip.

"Onhh...ungh.  Sh-Shego..."

Her mouth had slid down only a short ways, but it was more than he had even dreamed of.  The pressure of her lips and tongue, the slight grazing of her teeth, the cool of the surrounding air when she pulled away...

"I can't take that for long."

"Then you'd better take your turn," she said before resuming the gentle but deliberate task.

Drakken pushed the fabric of her garment up her back and then pushed aside the wet, dark curls that hid her core.  She settled down on her knees and covered his face with her heat, and he began slowly licking lengthwise, his tongue dipping between the folds and then retreating with each pass.

"Ah!" Shego cried in pleasure when his tongue flicked against her sensitive bud.  She moaned when he boldly pushed his tongue deeper into her heat, and he kneaded the flesh of her rear as he set himself to bringing her to her peak again.

It was difficult to focus, however, with her drawing her lips down the full length of the side of his shaft, suckling hard while the flat of her hand worked upward on the other side.  That done, she would switch which side she kissed and which she caressed, while all the while her other hand fondled his balls so gently and yet with the perfect amount of pressure, he felt he couldn't last much longer.  And he didn't want his release to end up all over her face.

"Shego..." he began carefully.  "Do you want the next one with my tongue or with my...?"

"Tongue," she said excitedly.

"Then you have to stop."

She pushed herself up and looked down at him through her legs, a playful smirk on her face.

"But I don't want to stop."

Drakken scowled.  "You've got me right at the edge, woman!"

"Don't call me 'woman'," Shego said with a frown.

"Shego," he corrected himself.  "You're too good at that."

Her grin returned.  "Thank you."

Silence fell between them, and he leaned his head up to give her another lick.

"Onh...so are you," she gasped through a moan.

Blessedly, she only gave him gentle steady pumps with one hand, having settled on watching him as he continued to bring her back to the edge.

"Onh...ohhh...I..."  Her legs began to tremble again, and her hand left his thick arousal as her arms weakened, her breasts falling heavily to his middle as she began to lose control.  "I changed my mind!"

"Hmmm?" Drakken barely acknowledged, enjoying every moment of eating her.

"Put it back in!" she insisted desperately, and Drakken didn't waste any time.

She had moved off of him in an instant and lain down, and he spun on the sturdy table and climbed over her, bracing himself up on his hands as he eagerly pushed back into her.

She accepted his full length with ease, and his thrusts were long and deliberate, pulling nearly all the way out each time and sinking in as deeply as possible.  Her legs were drawn up and her heels hooked at the small of his back, while her arms lay uselessly at her sides.  His eyes lifted from the intoxicating bounce of her breasts with each thrust to where her bright eyes were fixed on his.

"Yes!" she encouraged breathlessly, her voice almost soundless, "Yes, Drakken, yes!"

He pumped into her faster and heavier until a choked scream left her throat, her flesh becoming even tighter around him as he strove toward his own finish.  When it came and he exploded within her, his moans of her name came out loud and guttural, barely human as he shoved himself deeper and buried his face back into her breasts for another moment, every part of him suddenly feeling one with her in every way that could be possible.

He gradually became aware of her fingers softly trailing against his shoulder as his body became a dead weight atop hers.  But it was the only place he ever wanted to be, and he didn't care of he never moved again.  Except perhaps to seek her lips with his own.

"I love you..."  Her voice was so soft and desperate, he almost didn't hear it.  He hadn't thought the moment could be perfected any further, but with her words sending fire to his heart he knew she had done just that.

He lifted his head tiredly in search of her lips, and as he blinked blearily a tiny, fuzzy red light suddenly caught his attention.  He squinted to focus at the unfamiliar light's source and finally saw a camera sat at the far end of the lab table, the lens facing their direction and the red light blinking.

"Shego...is that on?"

[aziraphales-library]

This a rec not an ask and I stumbled on it poking around at tags on A03, but it’s beautiful and heart wrenching and honestly I think of a BNF had written it, it would have a million comments and kudos, but the little guys tend to get passed by, sorry don’t know how to really do this

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26962312

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GenericUsername01

Thank you! Love getting recs, we haven't had any in a while.

thunder that does not roar, lightning that does not strike by GenericUsername01 [M]

Remiel stalked around menacingly, because she was a very powerful and intimidating seraph and absolutely could not be snapped in half by this brand new cherub.

“So,” she said. “Like God said, I’m Remiel. I make stars, and I am of the Holy Seven. Don’t really see why I need a bodyguard. There’s no danger or anything, and I can take care of myself.”

Aziraphale’s human face frowned, and his ox head tossed and snorted, his tail lashing with fire. “I see.”

~Mod N