#maybe the one for gin will be better if I do end up writing for his birthday mehopes

[souglias]

Sougo returns late after a long day of work on his birthday and he finds that you're still awake.

Sougo x f!reader. Fluff. Timeskip Sougo because takes place during the Forever Yorozuya movie.

Word count: (tbc)

c/w: Swearing, possibly ooc sougo because I'm being really experimental with this, they are married. Also since I usually write for gn!readers, I wanted bring up again that the reader here is female just in case!

--

The light that streams through the sliding paper doors at the end of the hallway signals to Sougo that you’re awake. That you've been waiting for him.

Hijikata started nagging Sougo about how he should have told you to head to sleep first, and not tire yourself out waiting for him. Sougo retorts that he did and you simply refused to listen.

Before Hijikata could continue, Sougo walks away to your shared room. Out of all the people, Hijikata being the person to lecture him pushed all his buttons.

Sougo wishes he lived in an entire house with you and no one else. But with the White Curse and the crackdown on the rebels, he makes himself content with what he can get.

When he slides the door open, he finds a tea table with a teapot and an almost empty teacup atop it. Beside them is a bowl of cut apples, the flesh of the fruit still a pale yellow. You're next to the table, with a hand in the clothing drawer--his clothing drawer to be exact-- and the other atop of a neatly folded yukata on the tatami.

At the sound of the door opening, you turn towards him and smile. "You're back."

"I told you I'd be back late. You should have gone to sleep."

He sits cross-legged next to you, and he tips the teapot. The amount of tea left is only enough to fill half of the small cup.

"I can't fall asleep without you."

Sougo scoffs, "That's a given with how tea works on you and how much you've drunk, idiot."

In retaliation, you shove a slice of apple into his mouth. The fragrance of the apple only barely tickles his nose. When he bites down on it, the juice fills his mouth, yet the blandness makes him flinch slightly.

"This tastes like fucking piss."

"Oh? I didn't know you knew what piss tastes like. Well, you just have to make do. People don't sell birthday cakes out there anymore. I only found some fruits, which aren't easy to get now, as you know."

He narrows his eyes at you and props one knee up, resting an arm above it.

"You're pretty dumb for someone who's my wife."

You raise an eyebrow at him, prompting him to continue. "Save the money for something else. Get better ingredients and cook some good food for us. I can continue to make the rest jealous and make them beg me to ask you to cook for them too."

It's your turn to scoff, but your frown quickly turns into an amused smile instead.

You place the yukata you took out earlier and a yukata obi in his lap. Shifting yourself behind him, you undo his ponytail and start running your fingers through his hair.

Sougo's scalp tingles when your fingertips brush against his head as you untangle his hair. Fatigue slowly kicks in as he sits in silence. If he closes his eyes now, it would be easy to pretend that the calamity that has befallen Edo has never happened.

He closes his eyes. His surroundings melt away, and only the image of your fingers in his hair drifts in and out of his mind.

After a while, you rest your hands on his shoulders tenderly. Sougo cracks one of his weary eyes open.

"Go wash up, I can still smell the blood on you. I don't sleep beside people who stink."

Sougo hisses at you, but he drags himself out of the room to wash up anyway. When he returns after his shower, he plops himself right in front of you and atop the futon that you've laid on the floor.

"You're a real brat, you know that right? Your sister really spoilt you."

"What can I say? I am an adorable little brother. And couldn't you do this little thing for the birthday boy? The apple slices tasted like shit, so that doesn't count as a present."

You complain and trash him for making you slave away for him, but you still reach for a comb and untangle his hair again for him. It's a mundane task. But the mundane things are what you hold the closest to your heart. When you watched Edo descend into the ruin it is now in, you watched fate rob things that were what people treasured the most.

Soon after, the two of you make yourselves comfortable in the futon in the familiar dark. Your head is tucked under his jaw and his arm is draped over your waist.

With his even breaths, you assume that he's already fallen asleep. Shifting yourself slightly to look at his face, you observe his weary features illuminated by the faint moonlight. You can only imagine how exhausting the day must have been.

You wanted him to share the burden with you. But he wouldn't, always saying that you weren't ready and told you to stay behind. Without thinking, you mumble, "When will you finally let me follow you and fight by your side?"

"Not so soon. You still suck at using a sword."

It takes you everything not to jump.

"I thought you were asleep. And we know that's not true, Saito said I got pretty good. I can use a bow and an arrow too."

Sougo drawls, "Stay here, where it's safe. Only shitheads barge into battles when they have a haven."

"I'm a shithead. You're a shithead."

Silence falls between the two of you, leading you to feel a tinge of disappointment again. He's either fallen asleep or he's dropping the conversation. Sighing, you shut your eyes for the night and give in to the lethargy.

"Fine."

Your eyes widened.

"Tomorrow. You, follow me. We see how."

His response causes your heart to soar. You kiss his jaw before burying your head in the crook of his neck. You're not even sure if he's fully drifted off to sleep, but it's the least of your concerns now.

"Good night and happy birthday, my shithead."

--

Happy belated birthday you fucking do-S character. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed this!

[astralmarionette]

im currently writing an atsugawa (I hate the name shin soukoku or whatever I'm sorry but I'm actually not. also I cannot pronounce soukoku {this is the real reason I don't use soukoku}) and I don't even ship it lmaoo

[bokutosbabe]

Now I'm Covered In You

(bllk boys as boyfriends)

a / n — thought making another post in this form would be fun, so i hope you enjoy!

content — bllk characters x reader, gn! reader, pet names used in a few parts, sadly canon otoya i fear, misspelled words are there for a reason i swear, cheater! otoya and oliver, some characters repeated, lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis — bllk boys and what type of boyfriend they'd be

✿.｡. “ how's one to know? ” .｡.✿

—The Romantic One

is always planning surprises for you, and i mean always. there's not a single week where you aren't being taken on 'adventures' that always lead you to a different restaurant.

what's the point in having all this money and not spending it on you?

they are constantly writing you love letters and poems. well, they try to anyway. they're not the best with their words and with many spelling mistakes, rather liking to show with actions, but they tried for you.

usually their poems end up something like this

' roses are red

so is my heart

my darling

my deer

my sweet buttercup

you taste just like a

tasty soda pop '

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ISAGI YOICHI, shido ryusei, jyubei aryu, ALEXIS NESS

— The Player

you know the famous saying, "how you get them is how you lose them?" yeah that's exactly how this relationship is.

you'd been one of their many side quests while they had a relationship going on. eventually after they'd ended said relationship, they'd chose you as their next partner.

they do spoil you with many gifts, mostly after you catch them cheating on you for the umpteenth time, but you stayed because they 'loved you'

sure they told you they loved you, but that wasn't really the case when they'd broken up with you because you were 'boring' them.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ OTOYA EITA, oliver aiku

— The Protector

is constantly worrying about you and is looking out for your safety.

with them being this 'big bad' soccer player, many people refuses to even look you in the eyes when you were with them. but if someone dared to hit on you when they walk off for a second? please pray for them.

some guy could be asking you for directions and he'd come up behind you and wrap an arm around you without even uttering a word. you didn't have to look at them to know the look they were giving the man was nothing but deadly.

some may call it controlling, but you knew them, they just wanted to keep you safe from all these men.

you had him, who else would you need?

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, rin itoshi, SHOEI BARO, tabito karasu

— The Funny (insane) One

is constantly making jokes- some that aren't funny - but you laugh anyways.

everyone always asks you how your relationship is doing so well, and the answer is always, " i don't know," because you genuinely don't. yes, the two of you get into arguments, and sometimes the two of you get heated enough to have to take time apart from each other, but you always come back together.

how?

because they always forget what the fight was even about and come back into your space to show you some cat meme they believe you would like.

and the two of you laugh until you feel better again.

maybe you don't know how your relationship is so healthy, but you know why you're happy.

because they take the time to make you laugh.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BACHIRA MEGURU, RYUSEI SHIDO, gin gagamaru, seishiro nagi

— The Traditional One

dates. Dates. DATES!!

they took you on soooo many dates before officially asking you to be their partner.

they definitely give the vibes of "my mom taught me i needed to..."

just the best gentleman!

you need to step over a puddle? they're putting their jacket down over it for you (it wasn't necessary, but they insisted on it)

you talked about wanting to see a movie once? he's already bought the tickets.

if you get married? he's insisting you stay home

" a pretty face like you doesn't need to work, i'll provide us everything." in his words

will do anything for you, really.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ YUKIMIYA KENYU, michael kaiser (pls ignore the mom part), REO MIKAGE, oliver aiku (again)

✿.｡. “ i'd meet you where the spirit meets the bone ” .｡.✿

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

hellooo I want to see the character's reactions to a teen!reader that almost never cries and who feels their emotions pretty weakly, and usually resorts to humor to cope (ending up in making dark jokes about the characters' pasts, but regretting it after they make it.)

this changes when they read chapter 87/see episode 3 of season 5. suddenly the reader is crying for at least an hour about Akutagawa's death, and they realize who the reader's favourite character is from that lmao.

I'm curious about both before and after they leave their world, but you don't have to write both.

Stoic! Teen! Reader

Self-Aware! Platonic! Akutagawa Ryunosuke x GN! Teen! Reader

Description: They get used to you not being emotional. But, one day, your emotions showed.

_______

🧥 You weren't an emotional one. They can't recall many moments, of when you were crying over reading about their past. Yes, your voice would tremble, but, no tears were shed.

🧥 They won't say, that you have a dark sense of humor. It's more that you don't think your jokes through. Many jokes would end in you apologizing to them. It was... endearing in its own way. You didn't know, that they were real, yet, you always apologized, if you thought, that you cross the line.

🧥 There was one thing, they wondered about. Who were your favorite among them?

🧥It was an important question to them. Okay, they simply are curious. And they have every reason to be curious! They were planning to make your life good and happy, and knowing who you will be most comfortable talking with, is essential.

🧥 One day...

__________________

The last pages of Chapter 87 faded on the Meeting Room's "otherworldly" screen. You (and them), finished reading it.

They were quiet. Despite the fact, that ever since Karma was spared, the "cannon events" wasn't happening (Pushkin was really happy not to get punched by Fukuzawa and Mori, Kunikida was grateful, that he didn't lose his hands...), it was hard to see them being hurt. Or mortally wounded.

And then, the cry came.

Akutagawa have Higuchi a side eye, but, it wasn't her. A cry came from above.

Then Little Light plopped down on Akutagawa's head, sobbing, hugging his head.

"No. No. No. Please, no."

Despite everyone being alright, Fukuchi felt guilty over something, he didn't do.

Akutagawa tried to per Little Light, calming you down, but, as usual, his fingers passed through Little Light.

He didn't like, that you were sad.

You continue sobbing.

Gin coughed.

"Well... At least... We knew, who is Guiding Light's favorite... Ango-san, get the camera. Guiding Light are in dire need of more cards of my brother."

________________

🧥 You cried for an hour. Later, when you open BSD Mayoi app, a few dozens new Akutagawa cards waited for you. Akutagawa felt, that they made you happy. You also changed all your cards in team selection and home screen to his cards.

🧥 During the next chapters, you were quieter, than usual. When, in manga, Bram turned Akutagawa into a vampire, you let out a hopeful

"Maybe... Akutagawa will be alright..."

Akutagawa was glad, that you felt better. And Bram apologized to him. Despite not doing anything to him.

🧥 When Episode 3 of Season 5 came out, you cried again over Akutagawa's fate. Fukuchi apologized again. And was planning to apologize to you.

🧥 And then, the day of their arrival came.

__________

The day was wild.

You were doing your homework, when your phone's screen started glowing white. And then, BSD Cast appeared in your room.

You spent the next ten minutes jumping from being confused to apologizing for making dark jokes. Everyone just laughed it off. Then, Fukuchi stepped forward.

"[Y/N], I want to apologize for what happened with Akutagawa in the manga."

You stay quiet. You nodded, scanning the room with your gaze. Akutagawa was here, well and unharmed. Human.

You felt your cheeks burning up. Akutagawa must have heard you crying over Chapter 87. And then over Episode 3.

You shyly looked at your feet. You didn't know what to say next. Then you felt a warm hand on the top of your head.

Akutagawa spoke.

"Hey, [Y/N], don't be sad. I am alright. And I promise that both you and I and all of us will be alright. You believe me?"

You nodded.

For now, you didn't know, that Akutagawa mentally add 'little sibling' at the end of his little speech.

[phasecornnuts]

I would love to power bottom Valentino from hazbin hotel ples 😏 also I LOVE angst so maybe a bit of that 😌 head cannons or a fic doesn’t matter I love words

Hello again whores! This is over 16k words…. I think I may have a problem, but I cooked so whatever

Tbh I may open writing commissions bc I love y’all but if I’m writing biblical epics I lowkey would appreciate being paid (college is expensive) 😭

CW: For general angst and Drug use

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You hated working nights, but working for Val always meant you worked nights. If someone were to ask you to write a list of everything you disliked about the club, you’d swear the exterminators would be here by the time you were done with it. But alas, it was what it was and there was nothing you could do to change it. That fucking contract made sure of that.

There were a few things that could make your shift bearable though. You liked Angel, even though he didn’t really come by anymore because of that stupid hotel, you liked the free drinks, even though Val made sure they were watered down after you vomited on a customer, and you liked the pills Val would give you, even though they made you feel loopy when you preformed. Those were the shit. Grade A. Top tier. Happiness in a tablet the size of your fingernail.

In your dressing room you watched the clock, five minutes. God, you were already sweating in the shitty outfit Val made you wear for tonight. A frilly maid outfit with black lingerie underneath, the man wanted a strip-tease and he was gonna have it one way or another. With Angel gone, you were the only other person he thought was worth headlining. That felt good to hear, even if you were only second choice. Maybe Angel being gone was a good thing, not for him but for you, maybe Val would see that you’re better than him, that you tried more. Maybe then you could be the star, and not just the understudy. Maybe, maybe, maybe; The word’s rhythm wavered in your head.

Hoping for Val to want you was fruitless though, you knew. Angel was the golden goose- or spider, you supposed - and it would take an act of god for someone to eclipse him. You took your eyes off the clock, knowing getting lost in your thoughts would just lead to a spiral of self-loathing. You closed your eyes and released a heavy sigh. On your table, beside your makeup and phone stood a fluorescent orange bottle. Unscrewing the cap you let loose three in your palm before capping the bottle. You ran the pad of your thumb over the tiny white buttons, smooth and chalky, before placing them in a row on your tongue, all washed down with watery gin. A twisted communion.

You lean back in your chair, wondering when the pills are gonna kick in. About two minutes pass before you hear the door to your dressing room open and a tired waitress with smudgy blue eyeliner and a crooked wig tilts her head towards the hallway to tell you it’s time for you to get on stage. Walking past her, you can smell a heavy peach scented perfume she used to try to cover the smell of sweat. Your heels clacked on the tile floor as you walked up to the entrance of the stage. You scratched your back from the itchy fabric of the costume, then adjusted the tops of your stockings. The song that’s currently playing ends and the performer before you walks to the back, they’re huffing and tired. They stretch and pop their back before looking at you, mouthing “Good luck.” The DJ of the club took a beat before announcing you to the crowd. Rolling your shoulders, you walked on stage feeling the hot spotlights shine on you.

That’s when it hits.

All of the tension you held in your body lifted, and your mind began to swim as you felt the Oxy kick in. Fuck, they really were the best. They made you feel warm and floaty, made the world seem bearable. You swung your hips seductively as you sauntered to the pole, ready to begin your act. Looking around, all the faces of the crowd blended together. It felt like the world was painted in watercolor, all of its harsh edges gone, replaced with washes that drifted out into nothing.

A chemical confidence kicked in then. Those languid movements of yours had everyone entranced, grinding your sex to the pole as you teased eager watchers with a peek up your skirt. Over the music you could hear their hoots and wolf-whistles, then frenzy when you began to shimmy off your top, exposing that black bra you had on under. You throw it out into the crowd, grateful not to have that polyester piece of shit on you anymore. The way they all clamor to catch it made you bite your bottom lip with a smirk. They were all so pathetic.

You spun on the ball of your foot, but the weightlessness of your opioid addled body worked against you, making you fall. Luckily you caught yourself on your hands, pretending it was some sultry move like a lady in a porno. The crawling was good though, you pretended to fuck the stage before you got to the center. You leaned back on your hands, stretching out a heeled foot that they all begged to touch. One almost did, before you snatched it away.

Slipping off that ugly skirt and kicking it off into the drunken crowd felt so good. They were transfixed, enthralled, however you wanted to put it. Your high made everything better, blanketing your body in comfort- That was always the peak. Savoring those small moments that made them scream. Looping and spinning and sliding and going upside down, stretching your legs out spread-eagle. When you felt the room start to spiral you stopped with your back to it for support. With a fake sexiness you slid your hand down your stomach, into those thin painties before taking it out.

God, it felt good to be desired even if it was like this. Sure, Val didn’t want you, but they did. All those sinners and hell-born who clamored to touch you and have you touch them. How they fought over an ugly, scratchy top because you wore it.

Turning your head you saw a wide-eyed patron ignoring a half-drank glass. You smirk and crawl towards them, and their eyes turn to the size of saucers. Reaching the edge of the stage you lean over, hanging over their small table. You opened your mouth wide enough to kiss- But you didn’t. You let your tongue hang out of your mouth, letting a fat drop of spit land in their drink. That was all they could have of you; You smile and go back to the stage to continue your act.

You don’t know how long he’d been standing there when you saw him. Valentino. He nips at his cigarette while he looks at you, not knowing what he’s thinking. Your moves become bigger, looser, hoping to impress him. A glob of phlegm sits at the back of your mouth and you swallow, feeling the tenseness grow inside your body. I can be good too, see! I’m as good as Angel! Even better! Please…please don’t fire me.

He walks closer to the stage as you keep grinding on the pole. Your eyes meet for a second before you look away, unsure. When he reaches the edge of the stage is when you slam yourself to the floor- the crowd hollered. Val adjusts his glasses and takes a long, long drag from his cigarette. Your body cranes towards him, head lowered in reverence while you studied his face. Val was always so hard to read, that’s the thing you hated most about him - well, at least one of them- was he displeased, impressed, disinterested? Fuck if you knew.

With one hand he pinched your face, between his pointer and thumb. He pressed his mouth to yours, filling it with all of that warm smoke. The roof of your mouth hurt so much, but the rest of your body trembled. He’d never been this open, kissing you, watching you dance, it felt so, so good to have his attention. Val pulled away, pink cloud leaving your parted lips.

Valentino leaned in, “Meet me in the back.”

“I still have five minutes left…”

“I’m your boss.” There was a vague sternness to his words, what were five minutes compared to his regard?

You breathed heavily. “Gimme a second.”

Quickly as you could you got off stage. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t tell why- was it the Oxy? The drink? The dancing? The cigarette? All of them combined. The backstage was full of cold air, making goosebumps prickle over your legs. You crossed your forearms and leaned them on the wall. Eyes closed, you counted backwards from 100; 100, 99, 98, 97- Val with his cigarette showed up in your mind, how he pulled your mouth to his, how you shivered, how you liked it. You tried again, but he kept lingering. Another restart, going a bit longer this time, but you gave up somewhere around 56.

Through the backstage hallway you walked to the back, The Velvet Rooms. Those fancy, gilded places hidden away that only those Val liked - or who could afford it- could enter. Valentino hid himself away in the biggest one, a room within the wall closed off with heavy dark blue curtains. The Velvet Rooms were where Overlords and certain Goetia came to be spat on, spanked, and other “peculiar wants” that Val catered to.

Opening the curtains you were struck with the heavy scent of his smoke. You closed them shut, the room illuminated by a faint pink light. Val sat on the couch, legs spread wide and arms slung over the top, his heavy coat thrown to some unknown corner. Seeing him reminded you of how little clothes you had on. Val’s second set of arms beckoned you over, you obeyed. He rested them on your waist, idly feeling the texture of your garter belt.

“Good of you to come carino,” He kissed your stomach, tittering at the way you quivered. “You did so good I had to meet with you privately.”

“How could I deny you Valcito?” You responded in a honeyed tone that made him chuckle.

“Valcito?” He smirked.

“Aren’t you?” You tilt his head up to see your smiling face, dressed with sultry bedroom eyes, “My little Valcito who liked my dancing.”

Val showed off that gold tooth of his; He kissed your stomach again, leaving a little red mark.

You dropped your hands to his arms, sliding up to his biceps. You bit your lip, so hard and toned. For so long you were curious about Val’s body, his sex, his libido. You wondered what he did to Angel to make him so sore and his voice so hoarse. It was embarrassing how many nights you spent thinking about what he tasted like- though now there was no point, you knew now, cigarettes and citrus vodka.

The tips of his fingers traced along your hips, fingering the thin strap of your panties. Your voice grew weak as he nipped again and again at the soft flesh of your stomach. Mind in a daze, words slipped out of your mouth.

“You know, I’m surprised you called me back here…” A kitten-lick across your navel that made you squirm.

“Why’s that Carino? Don’t think you’re pretty enough?” His voice teased.

“I thought you didn’t like women”

“Why would you think that?” He looped his finger around the hip strap again

“Angel.” He snickered.

“Oh Carino, don’t worry. Angel is just the soup D’Jour,” His finger dipped forward along your hip bone, “Men, women; Women, men; all of those sweet things in-between, how could you pick just one?”

“How poignant.” You said with a bit of a flat affect. His waxing-poetic seemed so unimpressive to you. Though, you felt a stab of guilt for thinking so.

“You, Sugar, I just can’t deny,” Val moved his hands up along your torso, stopping just underneath your breasts, “Good tits, nice stomach, pretty face,” his attention went back to your panties, “You coulda been on the cover of Hustler. Hhhnn, maybe I’ll make you the centerfold this month…”

You leaned over him, pressing your face to his. Fuck, his tongue felt so good in your mouth, making your stomach start to knot and squirm. He took your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whine before you pulled away. Placing tiny nips on his neck, you felt the heat in your stomach grow hotter and hotter and turn to slick. You wanted to touch him, feel him, consume him, and be consumed.

Val pulled away for a second, but it felt like forever. He reached into a shallow pocket and produced a button of something. It was a tiny tablet, waxy and fat, and pinched between his two fingers. You wondered what it was, it didn’t look like Oxy. You hoped it was something stronger, desiring the out of body experience you’d been losing since you started to grow tolerant of the opiate.

“You ever play a game of rolling roulette Sugar?” Val asked, you shook your head no.

“You trade the X tongue to tongue, and whoever’s it dissolves on is the lucky winner.” Oh so it was Ecstasy, now that’s good shit.

Val pulled you onto his lap, cupping a breast, “C’mon Baby, let’s go on a trip together…”

That’s all it took.

The tiny pill teetered between both of your tongues as you kissed, growing smaller and smaller and smaller. Val’s spit was thick and sweet and wonderful, something about it making your body go alight with electricity. The X melted so easy, like blue cotton candy; You could feel the serotonin swell in your brain like a party balloon.

When the first roll happened you moaned into Val’s mouth. All of your nerves were standing on edge, shivering with anticipation. He removed your bra, placing a nipple in his mouth as you felt his cock grow harder. It felt so much better than your other highs. The Oxy only ever calmed things, washed them out. The X was so different, so so much better. Everything seemed to shimmer, like the whole world was wrapped in cellophane. How could you think the absence of feeling was so wonderful when this existed?

Your mind was in a twinkly daze when you started to undress him. He kissed and licked at your neck while you felt your way through unbuttoning his top. Fuck, his skin was so smooth and warm; He pressed you closer, teeth bit into your collar bone before dragging his tongue over the marks he left.

You kissed your way down Val’s body. At his chest you lingered, leaving tiny red marks on the trail to his V-line. Valentino’s head lolled back on the couch as you unzipped his cock with all of its dark hair. You put it in your hand, running your thumb over the leaking tip. He swore under his breath as you pumped him slowly, up and down up and down.

The warmth of your tongue dragged along his thick shaft. Your stomach gets a sharp squirm to it, same as your cunt. It’s hard to tell because of the drugs or how sexy Val looks with his legs wide open and his cock needy for your touch. Looking up at him, you’ve never wanted anything more in your life.

His breath hitched when you took him in your mouth. Your tongue twists and swirls around his cock, savoring the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. To try to calm that darling pain between your legs you rubbed your thighs together, but that didn’t help. All it served to do was make your cunt needier. You push his member deeper and deeper into your mouth; You moan into his sex, making him squeeze the palmful of hair he had in his hand tighter.

“You’re so good, Carino.” He says, breathless. You start to suck him faster, blowing and kissing and licking. Val kept sprinkling compliments throughout. It felt so good to be praised by him; All of those sweet things he’d save for everyone else, but never you. You’re so good, you’re so sexy, you take me so well, you’re so pretty, you make me so hard.

“‘M close.” He grabs your hair again, pulling your face in. Feeling devious, you pulled away, savoring the flustered look on his face. Val is huffing, fucked out, and dazed out of his goddamn mind on X.

“You can stand to wait a little longer Valcito~” You nip at the inside of one of his thighs, making his voice hitch into a falsetto. You dragged the tips of your fingers up to his sensitive stomach, mouth leaving a hard bite outline near his ribs. Tracing him was so wonderful, feeling all of those hard edges give into softness. Nursing on his neck, your thumb and forefinger followed his neck muscle and collarbone, dipping into their crevices.

“Valcito~” Your breath was hot against his neck. He mumbled something under his breath and tried to slip his hand into your panties. You caught his wrist and pushed it away, biting hard on his collarbone. You can wait.

Again your mouth found its way south, the want in your cunt becoming more and more painful. You took him in your mouth again, your saliva getting thick and syrupy. Val seized the opportunity and shoved your head down on his cock, chasing the release you denied him. Your teeth grazed his member before pulling away again. Val whined, his eyes pleading. A dark smile grew on your face before you took him again.

He let out a sharp breath and pressed his hands onto your scalp. You went faster, letting the flat of your tongue trace the vein on the underside of his cock. It was fun playing with him like this, having a little control with him for once. Val’s hands tensed in your hair when he warned you he was going to cum.

When he came he wailed, filling your mouth with his salty taste. Looking up at him, you opened your mouth. Val’s thumb traced your bottom lip, admiring his work.

“You look so good like this, Carino.” He huffed.

Pushing yourself from your knees you kissed Val, his seed still in your mouth. That’s all that took to make him go feral. He pulled you to his lap and laid you down, wrapping your legs around him. Without taking his mouth off yours he took his top off, ramming into your needy sex.

Fuck, Val was bigger than you thought he was. His pace was hard and fast, making you scratch your nails into his back. Your kiss tasted like everything good in the world- cum and grapefruit and cigarettes and cotton candy and euphoria. Both of you swallowed, pulling your faces away to catch your breaths. God, you were so wet, Val’s cock slipped in and out of you so easily and it felt so goddamn good. Better than any finger or cock or toy and it made you squeeze him tighter.

You pressed your forehead to his neck, mumbling nonsense. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Val spat on his fingers and slipped his hands between the two of you. You didn’t know what he was going to do until you felt his wet fingers graze your clit. He got rougher with it once he found it, making you squeal and cum on him.

That didn’t stop Val though, and god did it feel good. He kept fucking you through your release, making you cum another two times. Your legs felt like jelly, body weak and weightless. The X was releasing its last wave of chemical joy as he fucked you, pleasure rippling inside of you. He came inside you, making you sob into his neck. Val pressed you closer to him, whispering in your ear as you felt your release drip out of your cunt.

“You’re so good baby, so good and pretty.” Pleasepleasepleaseplease, say the magic words.

“I love you, you’re my perfect girl, my pretty baby.” You came again.

His thrusts got sloppier and you could tell he was gonna cum again. “Please, please, please, let me be your favorite, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” You whimpered.

The anticipation of an orgasm built up, shivering and needy. Val grazed your face and kissed you, “Oh you’re my favorite, baby. My little sullen girl~” He held you closer, savoring the way you squirmed when you came together.

When he was done he stayed inside you. Val pressed his head on the couch beneath you. You traced the scratches you left on his back, feeling your high from the X begin to ebb. Your breath felt so heavy and your mind so fuzzy. That all didn’t matter though, Val wanted you now. He’d been inside you, kissed you, felt you, squeezed you, and couldn’t get enough. He wanted you. So what if it was only for the moment, so what if this meant you could disappoint him, so what if you’re only a place-holder until someone better comes. You’re the favorite.

[case-almost-closed]

Hey, I would like to ask a Gin x fem reader. Here's my idea and it's okay if you don't have time or inspiration for it!

Maybe some "critical" scenario in which he's about to get shot or badly injured (perhaps she's already on the organization and was very reliable to Gin, which is weird since he doesn't trust anyone, but then something happend and made him be suspicious of her; another idea is that she's not with them and that she has helped Akai, Conan, etc. Therefore she knew beforehand their plans on shooting him) and she kind of gets in the way or pushes him, therefore saving him? (Weird as well because he has even shot himself lol but maybe a bullet that was meant to go straight to his head). I know it may seem off character (or maybe we just haven't seen enough different scenarios of him), but maybe he shows appreciation, or is kind of surprised? I wouldn't know how to end it though.

The main thing was her saving him from anything and creating a better relationship, the other things were just ideas. It's so hard liking a character that's kind of like a cold wall, just... write it in your own way (I think you do it really well). Maybe make him show like- the closest thing he would demonstrate as gratitud or affection... I would gladly take something romantic but seems impossible with him and it makes me want to cry.

And sorry for making you write for him bc he's actually hard to represent but- there isn't enough writings about him I guess and it's making me anxious, at this point it's not even funny lol.

Playing with fire

Gin x fem!reader Words: 2.1K Warnings: Toxic "relationship", manipulattion, very toxic, it's Gin what did you expect? A/N: I am so incredibly sorry!! I totally forgot that this was sitting in my WIPs!!!! I hope it's okay, how it turned out though I'm not quite sure, it's that good. I tried the romance thing, but like you said, it's Gin.

She had known from the start that it would not be easy. Her mission - infiltrating the black organisation - was one that had failed many before her, many whose intention had not been to spy and eliminate the other members one by one. And yet this had not been the most difficult part. Nor had it been the hardest part to convince the other members of her loyalty. At first, she still remembered the face of the man she had had to kill, but by now she had to admit that she could hardly remember his features.

No, the hardest part had been keeping her priorities and true loyalties straight.

No one had warned her how much something like this could tug at your nerves, shake your mind until you no longer knew which way was up and which way was down, what was right and what was wrong. And the mysterious, silver-haired man in the hat certainly didn't make it any easier for her.

She had been warned about him. He would know no scruples, no mercy, no emotions. And she had loathed him, oh she had hated him, truly. He epitomised everything she had sworn to destroy. And yet time seemed to tear down her walls, hard and high, and every time he entered the room now, her eyes were glued to him. Every time he looked in her direction, her pulse quickened and her heart beat in her throat.

Every time he laughed, that small, knowing, dark laugh, she felt hot and adrenaline shot through her body, making her jittery.

She hated the feeling and loved it at the same time. It was wrong, it was poisonous. But, oh, it felt so good. Gin had her in the palm of his hand and he didn't even have to do much for it.

And yet, there was this one, this ethical, part of her that resisted it devastatingly.

That didn't want to accept that Gin had an effect on her, that was the only obstacle between Gin and control over her. And she clung to it desperately.

But today her dilemma was to come to an end. It was all planned and, from the looks of it, it would be successful. She, Gin and a handful of other members would meet in a remote, abandoned building to negotiate a deal. And if all went according to plan, it would be the last one Gin would sign.

She knew exactly where the sniper would be, where Gin would have to stand and from which direction the shot would come. One little movement of the finger on the trigger and she would finally be rid of these tormenting thoughts about Gin. After the other members, no more than two, were killed, she would fake her own death and go into hiding. The FBI would make it look like an accident and she would never have to worry about this organisation.

And yet she couldn't shake off this unpleasant, queasy feeling as she waited with him on the roof of the building. "You're distracted, Madeira." After all these years, she was already more familiar and comfortable with that name than her own. Gin didn't even look at her as he lit a cigarette, just stared at the door to the staircase entrance where the others would soon appear.

She endeavoured to look calm and impassive and leaned her arms on the railing, letting her gaze glide over the city. For a moment, she thought she saw a flash in the sniper's hiding place, but she was sure she had only imagined it. "It's not exactly interesting up here."

Gin still didn't look at her, just blew smoke into the cold night air. "It's not supposed to be interesting. Just beneficial." She could hear the rebuke in his voice and straightened up, now facing the entrance as well. "Of course." Discreetly, without moving her head, she looked down at the watch on her wrist. Ten minutes to go until the planned murder. Although, could it be called murder if it was for a good cause?

She struggled to look as normal as possible, to keep her heartbeat steady. Gin was excellent at reading her, even if she didn't know how he managed to take her pulse without even looking at her. Another five or six minutes passed and she was beginning to think they weren't going to turn up when muffled footsteps and laboured breathing sounded from the stairwell. She immediately straightened up, while Gin didn't change a bit. The only movement was the rising and falling of his chest, which was soon to stop forever.

She knew it was necessary, even right, but she felt this incredible urge inside her to do something about it. To push him aside, to warn him, just anything. Instead, she stood impassively in the background while Gin took up the negotiations. Well, that sounded like the other men had a choice. They didn't. Gin dominated the conversation as usual, subtle yet effective threats and even from a slightly further distance she could see the sweat of fear glistening on their foreheads. What the conversation was really about, however, she didn't know. Her gaze kept wandering back to her wristwatch, the hands of which were approaching the big 12 on the watch face far too quickly for her liking.

"We're done here." She glanced up from her watch - twenty seconds to go - and saw Gin satisfied, or at least as satisfied as he could look, accept the case and turn towards her, only to tilt his head slightly. "You're pale. Something's wrong."

Ten more seconds.

"I - " she faltered, the lump in her throat not allowing her to get any more out. The narrowing of his eyes was palpable, even if she couldn't see anything through the curtain of hair. Eight seconds.

"Spit it out," he ordered her and she flinched, not because of his rebuke, but because she had spotted the small red dot dancing across the brim of his hat. Five more seconds.

"I..I..." Gin snorted dismissively and turned away.

What happened next was so fast that she didn't quite realise what exactly happened, only that it had happened and that she had ruined the FBI's carefully devised plan. As if in slow motion, she saw the second hand on her watch creep up to twelve and something inside her stirred. Something that protested that it was wrong, not right, to kill this brilliant, intelligent man in front of her.

Her body reacted before her mind could follow. She leapt forward and crashed into Gin, causing him to stumble back at the exact moment the sniper in the building across the street pulled the trigger. It was silent, fast and would have been fatal without her, but instead of Gin's head, the bullet pierced her shoulder. As if in slow motion, she could see Gin's face contort, but not in shock or fear.

His face was an image of total satisfaction, the likes of which she had never seen on him before.

But as soon as the bullet had left her shoulder on the other side, she felt as if time was running twice as fast. She didn't even have time to scream in pain before she fell to the ground and banged her head against the railing. Black dots began to dance before her eyes and the last thing she saw was Gin bending over her before she lost consciousness.

~**~

It hurt a little when the man pierced her skin one last time with the needle to stitch up the wound, but she didn't make a face, her eyes still fixed on the floor in front of her. Anything to avoid looking into the corner where Gin was leaning.

The doctor - well, she didn't think he was really a doctor anymore - bowed slightly and left the room. She was tempted to call after him, to beg him to stay and delay the impending conversation with Gin even longer, but she remained silent.

The talk was unavoidable and the longer she kept him waiting, the worse it would get, she was sure of that. Because it was clear that she had been exposed. She had half-consciously overheard Gin talking to someone about the fact that she had revealed her true loyalties, which would be punished.

She wasn't stupid, she knew what punishment meant in the black organisation: death. If she was lucky, she would be shot in the head and it would be over quickly. If she wasn't so lucky, which she suspected she was, her death would be delayed and made as painful as possible, probably with an interrogation about her connection with the FBI. For the life of her, she couldn't explain why they had patched her up.

The door closed silently and they were alone, the only sound her heavy breathing, fuelled by the pain in her shoulder. She could feel his burning gaze on her, but she kept her own gaze lowered and remained silent. For a few moments, there was complete silence, which further strained her nerves, but she didn't dare let a sound escape her lips.

"That was stupid." Gin's words made her flinch slightly because, despite the fact that he was almost whispering, they seemed loud to her.

"But I don't have to tell you that, you already know that, right Madeira? Or should I call you agent instead?"

Still silent, she lifted her gaze to look him straight in the eye in defiance. If she was going to die, then not without putting up a fight, even if that fight consisted only of a glaring look. With his next words, however, he knocked her completely off balance.

"I already knew it. We all knew it. Well," he grinned slightly. "The important ones knew." His words drilled into her like more bullets, only they hurt more than the sniper's bullet ever could have. They had all known. All her work had been for nothing. She didn't ask 'how' because she doubted Gin would tell her. Besides, it was no longer important. Still, she couldn't hold back a few questions.

"Why?" Her voice sounded raspy and rough, though she didn't care. "Why didn't you kill me directly?"

Gin tilted his head slightly before taking a few steps towards her. Her body instantly stiffened on the cot. Far too close, he stopped in front of her and looked down at her. His hair had fallen so far from his forehead that she could see his eyes and there was something almost maniacal in them that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Because I knew you could be won over." One of his fingers grabbed a strand of hair and twirled it. "By the time we found out, several months had passed. The situation was starting to fray your nerves then. You were becoming easier to read and it was more than obvious to someone like me that you were starting to lose your focus, your loyalty." The strand fell back against her and Gin began to walk slowly around her, his shoes making a clicking contact with the ground.

"Because I knew you found me... interesting. And I could see how far I could take advantage of that."

Against her will, she blushed and Gin laughed darkly. "Oh, no need to be embarrassed, Madeira. If it makes you feel any better-" he leaned down so that she could feel his breath against her ear. "- I've taken a liking to you, too. Everyone loves a new, shiny toy. And let me tell you-" his fingers ran over the back of her neck, "-you've been my favourite in a long time."

She had to swallow because a lump had settled in her throat. Gin was playing with her, that much was clear, after all, he had just told her himself, but she didn't know why he was delaying her death. Was it for his own entertainment? To give her hope that she wouldn't die after all, just to put a bullet in her chest? She wouldn't put it past him.

Gin seemed to read her mind as he chuckled harshly. "Oh don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. You saved my life and I'm not giving up my new toy anytime soon. You've ruined your position with the FBI. At least the boss isn't inclined to kill you immediately." He moved again so that he was standing directly behind her. She didn't feel comfortable not being able to see him, but she didn't dare turn around.

"You're asking why I didn't have you killed earlier and still don't? Do you want the answer?" He didn't wait for a sign from her. All at once, his hand shot around from behind, grabbed her by the throat, squeezed and pulled her head back. His face was right next to hers, so she felt his breath brush across her face as he murmured his next words, which sent a shiver of pure fear and excitement simultaneously down her spine.

"Because I want to prove to them that I can break you."

[wisteriagoesvroom]

Blind Date x Forgotten First Meeting AU landoscar

Hilarity of slightly mutual friend groups so they assume the other is the other half of the blind date (they aren’t 😂 friends assume they are too different to work) even tho they don’t *know* each other but one of them (A) remembers a very young encounter/friendship that really struck a cord in A and has been on their mind forever but assumes B has completely forgotten or it wasn’t as profound or B doesn’t realize the other component is A (would be funny if B talks about the friendship/encounter around A at some point but has no fucking clue the person B is talking about is right fucking there 😭😭😭)

As I was writing this it definitely felt like lando would be more B and oscar more A but I trust this in your hands wiz 🧡

Feel free to ignore blind date aspect if it flows better another way ✌🏻

Idea for very young encounter totally not ripped off from an episode of Bluey: they meet at a campsite locale to one of them as little kids and spend the entire week just getting along like a house on fire but eventually the week ends and the other has to go back to his country and they are too young to keep in contact. Bluey episode totally not for reference cause it’s really really cute 8 minutes 😭😭😭 https://www.bluey.tv/watch/season-1/camping/

-brooke <3

brooke/ @scuderiabs my friend i literally sat on this for so long cus i genuinely wasn’t sure what else i could add to your gourmet ask right here.

but! on the night of the blue suit oscar debut, it’s perfect because either of these would work beautifully… especially if oscar or lando met again at a friend’s wedding (alex albon’s is always gonna be my default setting for romcom-at-the-wedding AUs).

and obviously we gotta have some supporting visuals so here you go:

and ahoy… maybe a glimpse into this world.

snippet below:

————

“I didn’t think it was you.”

“Why?!”

“You look… the same. But different.” Oscar says, tapping the rim of his glass.

The evening light’s dipping into darkness, sky going blue and sooty. Yellow candlelight casts soft circles on Lando’s face. The years have been kind to him. He’s handsome, in a way that endears easily, draws people close to him in a way that works well for Alex’s large contingent of groomsmen.

“How different?”

“Older.”

“Well you look exactly the same as you did when I kicked your arse at tennis. Remember the instructor?”

“Yeah. Thomas was never subtle about the cigarette breaks behind the shed.”

“Pretty funny when your serve hit that citroën though.” Lando shakes his fists in the air dramatically.

“Arrêté!” Lando adds, in a poor imitation of Thomas, the very harried summer school tennis instructor.

Oscar snorts with undignified laughter. One of Alex’s stern Thai aunts looks at him disapprovingly.

“Sorry.” Oscar mumbles. This is far too much emotion for a communal setting. A flush creeps up his neck, and he wonders if he’s getting a food allergy. Maybe it’d be easier if he disappeared to the bathroom to play tetris on his phone and stay inconspicuous like he’d planned after all. Or maybe he could walk into a wall and take refuge in an ambulance.

“I think I saw a tennis court out there earlier.” Lando says, sipping his gin and tonic. There’s a sprig of boysenberry in Lando’s that somehow perfectly matches the cheery boutonnière on his brown suit. Oscar’s not sure how Lando got the bartender to do that up as a special, because it was presumably off menu from the carefully curated wedding drinks. (Probably Lando’s bizzare Prince-Charming-via-Clapham-Common act, and god knows the charm offensive has been working on him too. Nonetheless, it’s really the least of Oscar’s priorities at the moment.)

Because Oscar is looking at Lando’s face. At the quizzical slant of the other man’s brow. He’s watching as Lando leans in curiously, knee just microscopically close enough that they could touch. Though Lando stops just short of doing so, as if sensing that Oscar needs to come in willingly.

Oscar knows Lando has been flirting with him all night. Saying look at you in that amused voice, finding excuses to clink their glasses together far beyond the wedding toasts were over, with flimsy excuses to do so (“god save the queen!” “she’s long gone, mate.” “then god save us all!”).

They’ve also been reminiscing about that one summer camp from over a decade ago. From when they’d lost touch, and all the things that have happened in their lives since. Life in Australia, life in England. Finishing Engineering school. One dropping out of college to pursue music. Births and deaths and having to pay taxes now.

And of all the millions of possible places, of the skipped stops and lost connections in the world; of all the phone numbers and emails and social pages they’ve near-missed, they’ve met again, right here.

Oscar remembers summer sun. Shouting across the net, knocking elbows. Chocolate and marshmallows stuffed into a baguette, sticky on his hands. Dogeared detective novels passed back and forth. A blur of curly hair streaking past him, both of them jumping headfirst into a lake, surfacing to take in huge lungfuls of air.

“You fancy a rematch?” Oscar asks, sipping the last of his drink. He’s not sure if he’s talking only about tennis.

But he doesn’t break eye contact, and hopes Lando understands what he’s really asking.

Lando’s gaze stays steady at him.

A corner of Lando’s mouth tips up into a smile.

(Cicadas hum outside. It’s summer, again.)

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[george-weasleys-girl]

Hi love! I hope you're doing better! 🥰

Please could you write a fic on its the Quidditch try outs? Reader is Remus' daughter and is watching her best friends Fred and George being assigned keeper and beater, and back at the common room Harry talks to the twins about how he needs another beater after unsuccessful try outs for another beater. Then Ginny comes over, after telling the twins Dean broke up with her, and as the twins & Harry get up to kick Dean for hurting their sister, they find reader already there beating them to it. At that point, Fred realises he's in love with reader and convinces Harry to make reader their new beater which takes a lot of convincing as reader is an animagius which she's kept secret from everyone but sometimes it happens suddenly and she can't control it which is why she has such a poor attendance. During the match, reader stops all the bludgeons attempted by Slytherin and Grifindoor win the game. When they're waking back to the common room, McGonnal stops them all to show reader her Dad was a beater too, but she was a lot better and the best beater they've ever had at Hogwarts. . . Or something like that! Maybe a cute ending with Fred admitting his feelings or something?

I'm doing much better! Thank you for asking 💗

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: a couple of curse words

~•~

Y/N watched the tryouts from afar, sad that she couldn't join them, but grinning wide and cheering all the same, when her two best friends made keeper and beater.

She knew if given the chance, she'd make the team in a heartbeat. But no one wants an animagus who can't control her ability on their team, and she couldn't blame them. Shifting randomly into a raven in the middle of the game wasn't exactly a winning strategy.

"Hey Y/N," Ginny voice pulled her from her reverie.

"Oh hi!" She said, turning to greet her friend, her smile melting away when she saw Ginny's tear stained face. "What wrong, Gin?"

The younger girl sniffled and wiped her nose on her sleeve. "Dean b-broke up with m-me."

"Oh no! I'm so sorry, sweetie," she said, pulling Ginny into a hug, letting her cry herself out.

"Did he tell you why?" Y/N asked as they walked back to the castle.

Ginny shrugged. "He just said it's not me. It's him."

The older girl rolled her eyes. "Typical."

~•~

Y/N walked with Ginny back to the castle. As they stepped inside, Y/N spied Dean flirting with another girl. Her blood threatened to boil over. He and Ginny had barely been broken up fifteen minutes, and he was already chasing someone else.

"Hey, um, Gin," she said, shifting her position so her friend wouldn't see the matter unfolding. "I just remembered I need to do something. Why don't you go on up and be there in a minute?"

"Yeah, ok," Ginny nodded.

Y/N waited until she was out of sight before rounding on Dean.

"Excuse us a moment," she said politely to his new love interest. Then, she grabbed Lee by arm and pulled him, tripping and stumbling behind her, across the hall.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Y/N demanded.

~•~

Nobody hurts Ginny Weasley and gets away with it. George, Fred, and Harry stormed downstairs on the hunt for Dean. However, much to their surprise, someone had found him first.

Y/N had him cornered, wide-eyed against the wall. They couldn't make out everything she said, but the words Ginny and dumbass were pretty loud and clear.

"I think I'm in love... " Fred whispered to his twin.

"Just now if figuring that out, mate?" George chuckled.

"What??" Fred's head snaps toward his brother.

George snorted and shook his head. "C'mon, let's go give Y/N some backup. Let Dean know he messed with the wrong little sister."

~•~

Fred had spent the better part of the evening trying to convince a very reluctant Harry to choose Y/N as the second beater for the Quidditch team. The moon was high in the sky, and fire was nothing more than embers when Harry finally agreed.

"One game," he stipulated. "But if it doesn't work out, that's it."

"Thank you, Harry! It'll all work out, I promise you!" Fred hopped up, running upstairs to Y/N's dorm room to break the good news, forgetting it was almost two in the morning.

"Fred?" Y/N answered the door, bleary-eyed and confused. "Um... is everything ok?"

"It's better than ok!" He bounced up and down. "You'll never believe what I'm about to tell you!"

~•~

It all did, indeed, work out, just as Fred said it would.

Not one bludger got past Y/N.

Not one.

And they won the game with one of the highest scores ever recorded.

"You were right," Harry said to Fred on their way back to the common room, the victory celebration already well underway as everyone cheered Y/N for her flawless performance. Even McGonagall was downright giddy... for McGonagall.

"I want to show you all something," she said, stopping the group as they passed the trophy room. "I don't know if anyone knows this, but Y/N's father, Mr. Lupin was a beater back in the day. And a very good one, at that." The professor turned her attention to Y/N. "But you, my dear, have quite surpassed him. He'll be very proud, indeed."

Y/N beamed, warming Fred's heart in a way nothing else ever had.

~•~

The party carried on late into the night. It was only once things began to wind down that Fred got Y/N all to himself.

"I love having you as my beater partner," Fred grinned. "You were really amazing out there."

"Thanks," she smiled. "We make a pretty good team."

"We do," he agreed, then stared into the fire for a few minutes. "I, um... I was wondering if you'd like to go to Hogsmede with me next weekend."

"Of course," she said. "We always go together."

"No, uh, I mean..." He stammered. "Not with the group. Just you and me. Together."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Like as in a date?"

"Yeah, if you want to," Fred pulled at a loose string on the sofa.

"I'd like that," Y/N placed her hand over his.

Fred's eyes snapped up. "Really?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes sparkling.

"So it's, you know, a date?" He asked.

Her smile lit up the room. "It's a date."

~•~

@milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley @nighttimemoonlover @jsjcue @wzrd-wheezes @fredweasleyyyyy @hufflepuffie @alexistonks @anvaaryn @samshifts @asuperconfusedgirl @superduckmilkshake @mysticsheepsoul @gemofthenight @1lellykins @junerprsh @sierraluvz @wolfkill16 @smallsweetvanillabean @costheticbabe @charmedfandomgal @hanne-montana @rhunew @greenapplegrass @lizzytrees @spididerman @Havenater1920 @jelloangela @whotfskai @netflix-addict @lunacurlclaw

[acediaedeus]

feeling kind of bad, because I haven’t written a lot about Grimmjow :(( like, Ichigo obviously gets the majority of my attention, grimmichi is always there, but I’ve only ever really written one thing that could count as Grimmjow-centric. I need to do better.

a week has passed since I drafted this, and I finally know what to write about Grimmjow.

so, Grimmjow. fights Ichigo — sustains a lot of damage, gets attacked by Nnoitra — sustains even more damage, likely ends up burying himself in the sands of Hueco Mundo until his body stitches itself together, and promptly passes out.

but when he wakes up nothing is the same. maybe somewhere along the way Nel or Harribel and her Tres Bestias finds him and take him to the remains of Las Noches to get healed up. but that’s exactly the thing: Nel, not all the way herself yet, Harribel and that insufferable gaggle of lesbians of hers are the only ones that still remain. Aizen, Tōsen, Gin, other Espada, all of them are gone. and no matter how despicable he found them all, how their mere presence made his skin crawl, him borderline suicidal, and definitely homicidal, no matter all that, he mourns the loss.

Aizen’s out of some fucked up respect. Grimmjow hated him, feared him, sure, but he also saw Aizen as the one to grant him this strength he wields, the creator of the Sexta Espada, his God. obviously he wasn’t, considering what happened. or maybe Kurosaki was just more of a God than any man could ever hope to be. doesn’t matter, because Hollows don’t need gods, don’t need a deity to oversee their lives full of bloodshed and violence, so he lets that one go after a while. nothing to mourn in an oppressive wannabe god, trying to forge weapons out their souls.

the other Espada are harder. he hadn’t liked them, especially those below him. outright hated Ulquiorra and Nnoitra’s guts, grudgingly respected Harribel, tolerated Stark, avoided Barragan, but never liked them, they weren’t friends. yet despite all of that, it stung. they were his kin, they were there, they knew, he wouldn’t have to explain anything of what happened to them, they were familiar. all that he recognised was gone: Las Noches destroyed, every Arrancar, save for 5, wiped out, their “King” – hah, what a joke – dead or imprisoned or what-fucking-ever, it didn’t matter, not anymore. and that is what his issue was: waking up to realise he barely recognised the world around him.

this pushed him to search for what would feel familiar, feel like the Hueco Mundo he fell asleep in, the one he felt like he belonged. stupidly, illogically, orange hair and fierce amber eyes were what flashed in his mind immediately after he thought that. and no matter how dumb, no matter that every instinct in his body screamed to stay away from the creature that took down the one he thought to be untouchable, that’s what he went after. the asshole did promise him a fight.

only to be met with dull eyes that stared right through him.

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

Hello! Can I request sniper reader?

As in, she can aim really well, and has a gun instead of a sword. So before the enemies know where she is, he shoots them and kills them, basically really strong.

Can the reader be against to Aizen even though Aizen wants her on his team? Maybe she can be the one who starts flirting with him first (Aka Dom) :"")?

Honestly I had a bit of trouble thinking of how to make this work. I'm not super used to writing for characters like that so I had my lovely friend @bird-brained-plague-doctor help me out! Thanks Birdie~ Also she/her will be used for reader though nothing major will be mentioned

You'd known Aizen since he was captain and like many others you looked up to his strength and kindness. You met mostly by chance, after all working for the stealth force meant you hardly worked alongside the other soul reapers. It was odd that someone like him would be wandering around the Rukan district for seemingly no reason. Yet that was also the start of something sweet. It became routine for him to meet you there, you'd sit down and enjoy tea together or just talk about anything and everything for hours. It was easy to see why so many liked him and it seemed like perhaps he liked you as well....oh how sadly right you were.

Aizen's betrayal, when you look back on it, should have been expected. He and Gin were clearly planning something though you'd never expect someone like Tosen would have been involved as well. The offer that came with Aizen leaving though was the most unexpected. " Come with me my dear and become my queen. Together we could rule over everyone." Hard to believe yeah but so easy to turn down. " Ha! As if I would join you. I was dumb enough to think you cared then let alone now. Next time we cross paths I'll make sure my shot doesn't miss." The smile on his face was impossible to miss but the fact that it made your heart skip a beat was something you could never let anyone know of.

The next time you saw Aizen was in the human world. Having been put there as another line of defense you'd hadn't expected to see him again so soon. Just like you promised up from your high vantage point you take aim. A few steady breaths and moments of focus before you pull the trigger. It's a perfect shot, aimed right between the eyes but without even blinking he's gone and the bullet lodged into the tree behind him. " Now now there's no need to be so feisty my dear markman. You should know better than that." Maybe it's because it had been so long since you heard his voice or maybe it's because you never got over him but the flutter in your stomach is just another reason to push him back. That was the day it began, yet another game of cat and mouse.

Though you had started as the mouse it doesn't last long after the first reunion

Aizen wants to play but he prefers dragging things out, that ends up working in your favor

After the first time it's easy to forget what you're meant to be doing that really you should be trying to kill him or at least telling your captain about things but you don't

This becomes your secret just a special thing only the two of you have and you fully intend to run the game

It starts small and simple maybe a compliment here and there as you "try to kill him" something he could brush off as you attempting to throw him off his game

It escalates from there as you close the distance from time to time with soft words and confidant flirtations this really starts to get to him

Aizan didn't think you'd be the one to make a move after all you rejected his offer so he'd assumed you'd being starting from square one again

Each reminder of how you see him, every compliant or pickup line digs under his skin until he can't ignore the way heart speeds up even Espada notice he seems flushed after meeting with you

Of course he's gonna fight back, he's going to try and make you just as embarrassed and head over heels for him but never back down

Don't stop flirting and leading this dance, keep him on his toes and watch him melt

One day you might even get him wrapped around your pinky, willing to bow down and worship you in his own messed up way

Thank you for reading! Lifes been pretty hectic so I'm glad I was able to get this out. With any luck I'll also post two things in October for you all. Anyway I hope you enjoyed my take on this. Have a good day or night!~ Lilly

[imogenleewriter]

Hi! I'm reading your PA fic and it's amazing, I was wondering if you had some other famous/non famous AU that you love?

Hey, I'm so glad you like it!! I can definitely rec some - most are pretty well-known but hopefully, there is something you haven't read. I've recced some of these ones before when I did a favourites post. Ordered from longest to shortest. (All the below summaries are ones I have written, and I promise the fics are much better written than my summaries)

Empty Skies (WC: 134k)- by green_feelings (@greenfeelings) Famous Louis/Non-Famous Harry. Louis Tomlinson is 1/3 of the biggest boyband in the World, and all he had to do to get in there was go against everything he believed in. Harry Styles dreams of being a Musician, and after three years of putting it off while he deals with his own anguish, he is determined to give it a shot. Not only are their futures intertwined, so are their pasts.

got the sunshine on my shoulders (WC 124k)- by hattalove (@hattalove) Famous Harry/Non-Famous Louis. Exes-to-Lovers. Harry left his small hometown to become a recording artist. He is rich, famous, and when his boyfriend proposes, he knows he has everything he has ever wanted. Plus one thing he doesn't want - a husband who keeps returning unsigned divorce papers.

California Sold (WC:123k)- by isthatyoularry (@isthatyoularry). Famous Harry Styles/Non-Famous Louis Tomlinson. Friends to lovers. Fake Dating. Harry Styles is at risk of being outed. So, as we've come to expect, management is struck with an ingenious plan; Stunting! With! A! Female! Which makes sense because history shows it always works out so well. Anyway, shocker: it doesn't. Harry's best friend, Louis, has to intervene and get's papped with Harry. So, maybe it works out well, after all.

Our Lives, Non-Fiction (WC 113k)- by indiaalphawhiskey (@indiaalphawhiskey) Famous Louis/Less Famous* Harry Marcel Styles. Enemies to lovers. Marcel Styles' is a newly published fanfiction** writer (love that for him) who finds out Louis Tomlinson is joining him for his UK book The Louis Tomlinson. The one that Marcel had spent the same amount of time reading and re-reading his debut novel as he did staring at Louis' photo on the cover***. His fantasies about meeting and touring with his idol come crumbling down after their first encounter when Louis proves himself to be an arsehole. Marcel concedes that the entire tour is going to be a nightmare... until Louis proves that writing isn't the only thing he is a master at. *It's arguable that Harry is less-famous, just different kinds of fame. **Technically original online fiction - but he also wrote fanfiction, so it counts. *** I may have taken some creative liberties with that one.

Tired Tired Sea (WC:113k) - by MediaWhore (@mediawhorefics) Famous Harry/Non-Famous Louis. Strangers to lovers. Harry needs some solitude... so much solitude that he finds one of the most remote seaside villages he can find. He wanted to go somewhere where no one would know his name, and he got that wish. Turns out that maybe he should have been wishing for the owner of the BNB and his dog, Clifford, instead.

My English Love Affair (WC: 19k) - by isthatyoularry (@isthatyoularry). (This is the stupidest summary ever and only like 3 people will get it, and I'm not going to explain it any further. I apologise). Famous Harry/Non-Famous Louis. Out Of All the Gin Joints In All The World Louis and Harry met at the same one. The Only Reason they Ended Up Here was because they Wasted The Night Danceing Dance, and Stayin' Out All Night. After A Little Less Sixteen Candles, (and) A Little More "Touch Me", Louis became Harry's My English Love Affair. Louis thinks that he I Slept with Someone in Fall Out Boy Famous, and All I He got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me Him. It was definitely not his Favourite Record because Harry has No Shame and his My Songs Knows What You He Did In The Dark. Even though Harry isn't American Made he acts like Mrs All America and has mastered the Art Of Keeping Up Disappearances. Louis expects their romance to be Short, Fast and Loud but His My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon. It's not his fault that Harry is Irresistible and She Looks So Perfect. It's Easier to say " Kiss Me, Kiss Me" and "I Don't Care" than Everything He I Didn't Say. After spending a Golden two weeks Alone Together, Louis thought they were So Good Right Now, not know it was the Calm Before The Storm. Harry decided to Fly Away on a Permanent Vacation leading to The Mighty Fall without even saying 'Thnks Fr Th Mmrs". Louis realised that Harry was The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes and became a Complete Mess. He wished he had Novacaine or Amnesia and questioned The Pros and Cons of Breathing. Harry had to accept that The Worlds Not Waiting and even though he was Miss Miss Missing You Harry, he chose to ignore Bad Omens. In the end there was Heartache On The Big Screen, and they both said "I Want You Back, so Take My Hand". XO

This is a Rainbow War (WC: 15k) - by Lululawrence (@lululawrence) Famous Harry/Non-Famous Louis. Strangers to lovers. When Louis is hired as part of Harry Styles' road crew, Harry gives him what seems like a very simple project. Louis, never one to do things by half-measures, turns it into a war. He didn't realise he'd end up fighting for Harry's heart.

(okay, that one was cheesy, I apologise)

Feel Your Way (WC: 3k) - by kingsofeverything (@kingsofeverything). Famous Harry/Non-Famous Louis. Strangers to lovers. Louis doesn't care much for or about celebrities, and for the longest time, Harry Styles was just a name he heard from time to time. That was until he stumbled across a photo of Harry that caused him to moan Harry's name every night. One night, he doesn't need to rely on his hand and Harry's photo to help him come because Harry's there to do it for him, bearing Louis' favourite assets.

(So this one snuck its way here because it's so good... but the Famous/Non-Famous trope isn't the main focus of it. Hiddies are)

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hi it’s the Anon from earlier who asked about requests! It’s actually kinda funny because I first read you Mauraders fic and had never seen peaky blinders but after reading all your fics I started watching the show. I think this is the first time I start a show because of the fics and not the other way around lol. But anyways my idea was having a reader who speaks Multiple languages and so whenever she’s at meeting and rivals are trying to talk to each other without letting the Thomas know she just translates what they are saying into Romani. Like maybe one of the rivals are talking about double crossing Thomas but they say it in another language so the reader repeats what they are saying to Thomas. Idk if I’m making sense and don’t worry about how long it takes I know class can be overwhelming

Dear Anon,

I don't know what to say. I simply cannot believe that someone enjoyed my writing that much. Wow, I hope you have enjoyed the show, and thank you for writing in a request! Also thank you for being so considerate! School often leaves me so burnt out that I can barely manage school work. But I had a good time writing this one!

XOXO Jamie

Warnings: fight scene implied, violent themes, reference to past relationship abuse.

People often wondered what your involvement was with the notorious Shelby family. You were a university grad who used to work as a language tutor, from a decent family. It was a common question passed through the mouths of locals who saw you standing next to Thomas. 

What on earth is she doing with that man? 

The things they came up with often ran around the drinking table leading to endless bouts of laughter from you, Polly, Esme, and Ada. But even they didn’t fully understand how you ended up a part of the family. Only that Tommy needed you, and that you were to be trusted. It was enough for you to build close friendships. 

There were only two people that understood the full depth of the situation and that was you and Tommy. He’d told you to keep your involvement in the business secret, and in turn, he kept the reason you initially crossed paths with him a long-forgotten memory. 

You surveyed the men at the opposite side of the table. You wished that they would have chosen a better location. The large abandoned warehouse had little to no insulation and rain was falling through the cracks in the old wooden roof. Tommy pulled out the chair and motioned for you to sit down. You watched as the leader of the Italian gang silently protested your seat at the table. 

“Bold of him” One of the men whispered in Italian causing John's fist to clench. The last time he was involved with such families things didn't go as planned, making you all the more anxious to be out of there. 

“Mr. Shelby, thank you for meeting with us.” The man had seen better, well, younger years. From your research, he’d been retired for quite some time. 

“Pleasure is all mine.” He answered curtly. 

“We are hoping you might be interested in expanding your Gin business.” 

Coming out of retirement to go into the booze trade? Italians don't even drink Gin? 

“Always looking to expand the business,” Tommy responded hoping the man would get to the point. 

“We have certain connections in New York that may be worthwhile to you -” The man was interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. You wondered how they even managed electricity in a building like this. He continued to drone on about some elaborate story while your mind was preoccupied with the man in the back. 

“It’s not our fault they showed up an hour late. Freezing our balls off out here.” He said in Italian.

“Yes sir, he seems to be interested in the deal. No, he showed up with his brothers and some chick.” 

“Well, it looks like it's going alright. He said he wanted to expand the business.”

“Look we understand what’s at stake you want him gone just as much as we do.”  

“Bye” 

You touched the tip of your ear then adjusted the pendant on the necklace, and recrossed your legs. 

“Just a moment“ He stated, he grabbed your arm and you were happy that he caught your message. 

You stood up and he placed his arm around your shoulders. You leaned up to him with a coy look on your face, lips upturned slightly as you both moved away from the table. You wanted it to look casual or flirtatious. 

“They want us dead.” You whispered in Romani.

He looked over you at John and gave him a nod. Tommy walked you out of the building and handed you the keys to the car. You didn't need him to tell you what to do. He turned around and joined the loud fight erupting from the barn. 

The adrenaline was moving through your blood and you found it impossible to settle sitting behind the wheel of the car. The rain was pouring down and you found the fogging glass all the more unsettling. 

It wasn't long till you saw the boys emerge from the barn. The old building was erupting into flames just as they reached the car. You slid across the front bench seat allowing Tommy to sit in the driver's seat. You quickly looked each of them over as he tore down the road. 

“Your all okay?!” You asked slightly frantically. 

“What the fuck did they say?” Tommy barked at you. 

“Just that someone was employing them to get to you. That they understood the importance because they also wanted you dead just as badly.” You blurted out, your hand instinctively grabbing his arm. 

“Fuck.” 

“Fucking pricks just won't quit,” Arthur stated crossing his arms. 

“Once we get back I need you to call the family in. I want everyone back at the betting shop till this clears up.” 

“That’s going to be a nightmare,” John mumbled under his breath. 

“You speak Italian?” Arthur said suspiciously.

“She speaks just about everything Arthur, that’s why she’s here,” Tommy said sighing at the obvious. 

“So that’s what you do,” John said absently. 

“What do you mean that’s what she does?” He snapped back 

“Well, I just assumed she was around for other reasons.” John shrugged and Arthur let out a chuckle. 

“She’s a language tutor, she comes with us to deal with foreign business.” He said tensely. “What did you tell them you do?” 

Your face flushed with the attention on you now. 

“-Uh- Well I tell them I do whatever you ask me to do and leave it at that. Thought it was top secret.” 

John and Arthur both started to howl with laughter as Tommy’s face twisted up. 

“That explains a few things.” He said under his breath.

____________________________________________

He’d helped you pack up some necessities before driving you over to the cramped apartment. 

Tommy insisted you stay with the family, especially once finding out that whoever was on the other end of that phone call knew you were present at the meeting. A precaution. 

Polly was sharing her room with Ada and her children. John, Esme, and the little ones in his old room. Arthur shared with Finn and Michale. 

Leaving you to the couch, or at least that’s what you assumed. Tommy passed the small living room and continued up the worn stairs.

“Here we go. You can take the bed, and I’ll stay downstairs.” 

“It’s fine, it’s big enough to share.” You said easily, not thinking it could imply other things. You were tired and well, most business meetings flopped but they had never exploded before. Or left Tommy with such a worrying presence. Being next to him felt safe, and that's what you needed to get to sleep. Win, win. 

You stretched and opened your bag, pulling your nightgown out. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom and quickly changed. Your clothes were still damp, and your skin was covered in goose flesh as you slipped into your nightgown. You quickly pulled your robe around you trying to find some sense of warmth. 

You made it upstairs and saw Tommy laying on the edge of the bed, you climbed over him to the inside. He’d put the fire on and you were grateful for the extra quilt on your side of the bed. Shivering you pressed your cold feet into the side of his leg. 

“Jesus woman!” He jumped slightly but allowed your closeness. 

“Sorry! You're the reason I’ve been shivering all day - the least you could do is - ” 

“The Italians are the reason you’ve been shivering.” He corrected.

“They wouldn't be after me if you had cleaned this up ages ago.” 

“Mhmm.” 

“Is that so?” he asked. 

“Well, best put you in charge then, eh?” He said pulling you against his chest. 

“Things would run much smoother if that was the case.” You said, his proximity having a noticeable effect on the tone of your voice. 

You let out a huff as you felt your body settle against him. Thinking everything through, you wondered why he had you tenderly placed in his arms. Not exactly the usual place of a languages expert. You were just a translator, it was doubtful you even needed to stay with them for protection. 

“Tommy?” You asked softly. 

“Yes?”

“Why am I here?” You struggled to get the words above a whisper. 

“I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He said easily. 

“Why?” 

“Maybe I want you around for a long while.” 

“For business or for - more?” 

He didn't respond for a long moment and embarrassment set in quickly. 

“More. But we can worry about that in the morning.” 

You didn't trust yourself to speak, your body felt the need to discover what more meant immediately. Your memories flashed back to why you ended up with him in the first place and conflict made its home in your mind. 

“Won’t be like last time. I won’t be like him.” He said softly running a hand down your back. 

“You sure you want more?” You knew he’d seen the damage that had been done. It was painted all over you when you had initially asked him for help. Pink, black, and blue, he’d agreed to help you by offering you employment. But really he’d given you life. A family to replace the one that caused all that pain, money, a way to have your own space. People avoided you, your family too scared to approach you. 

“Very.” 

You took a breath and felt calm in the knowledge that he cared for you just as much as you cared for him. You fell asleep to his fingers running through your hair. 

You fell in love with him more as the days went on. Him making you tea in the morning, the way his family pestered him about the effort he made to make you comfortable. The world was closing in on the family and yet he still had time to pull you onto his lap to teach you how to play his hand at cards. It was a bad situation but Thomas took it for the opportunity that it was. 

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 29 -- Dukov

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 29 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Free Use with Dukov x f!Lone

I'm just going to apologize now for the egregious number of exclamation points in this one, but you all know Dukov. Everything Dukov has to say is most important! Must be said with passion, ha ha!

Anyways, this was good fun to write, just as silly and a bit unnerving as meeting him in-game lol. He may be a shitty, drunken womanizer, but he does have charisma!

I hope you like it! 😅

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Free Use, brief fingering, playful spanking, cunnilingus, oral sex, dirty talk, corruption, allusions to abuse, little bit of bimbofication, cock-drunkenness, very slightly dubious consent, Lone realizes she's into it, guilt, squirting, cumplay, possessiveness, Dukov swears quite a bit in both English and in Russian.

Words: 4k

--

The anticipation of it all had Lone on edge to the point of madness. 

Was that him? That sound? The door opening, the footsteps... would he do it now? Or does he just want a drink? Maybe he fancies some time with Fantasia or Cherry, even...

How do they live like this all the time?

Lone flinched as one of the dishes she’d just washed settled on the drying rack, clanking loudly and almost causing her to drop the rag she was using to dry her hands. 

“Just gonna have ta get used to it, sugar. If it’s how Dukie likes it, that’s the way it’s meant to be.” 

Cherry had told her, lounging against the magenta heart-shaped cushions, puffing at the end of her Bakelite cigarette holder. 

“Ah ha! Right you are, my Cherry. Dukov’s way is the best way, for him, and for all!” 

He’d laughed as his fingers twirled Lone’s hair. 

“Mm, and Cherry, I think you’ve just found it! Finally, a name for our mysterious and sweet new bidie-in. Sugar, ah, is perfect! Better than ‘sweet cheeks,’ rolls off tongue much nicer, ha!” 

She could flinch at the name, at the new reality she found herself in, but… Maybe Dukov was right, maybe all of them were. Lone was safe here, she was alive, she was fed, clean– well, clean-ish, she was warm enough, taken-care-of enough, and hell, it beat most everywhere in the CW in terms of amenities. If this was the price, the new– frankly ridiculous– name, and this… licentious way of life, then so be it. 

Dukov was loud, vulgar, and, overall, a bit of an ass, but he was an ex-mercenary who would shoot out any stranger’s kneecaps if they got too close to his girls, so… For the time being, Dukov’s Place was to be her home. Lone– Sugar– had passed his tests, she drank with him, partied with the whole lot, and he’d deemed her fit to receive his Dukov surprise any time of the day. With that, came protection, allyship, food, more drink than she could handle, jet, if she wanted it, and… well, more partying. 

It wasn’t the life she’d dreamed up for herself down in that vault, but none of this had been. At least with this life, she’d be alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere looking like bloody Swiss cheese or an irradiated raisin. 

Staring those kinds of realities in the face made it difficult for her old, more domestic, aspirations to seem achievable. 

Lone’s bare feet made soft padding sounds as she made her way back into the main room. Distant gunfire sounded out from the curtained windows; upstairs, someone swirled a drink with ice cubes in it. 

Lay in bed or drink? Both, maybe?

Those were the decisions she had to make now, ones so trivial they made her stomach turn. 

Guilt, maybe. That I’m here wondering if I should have the gin or the rum before bed, while settlers are out fighting for every scrap to feed the children they never planned on having. 

The bags beneath Cherry’s eyes told her the same thoughts wound themselves around in her head, and the way Fantasia set her jaw at the mention of anywhere, anything but what was happening here, in this over-large house– or pad, as Dukov called it– meant she couldn’t bare those musings either. 

How Dukov could stay so complicit in his own enjoyment, Lone will never know, and she doubted he’d ever say. 

Instead of lounging, Lone began to make the bed. She fluffed the pillows in her hands, watching the dust rise in speckled clouds towards the chandelier above her, she smoothed the velvet comforter over the stained mattress below, letting her mind go blank, letting the familiar creature comfort of gentle cleaning bring her back to her time in the vault. When life was simple and it was guiltless. 

“Mm, why make it nice when we just going to fuck it up all over again? Ha ha.” 

Lone tensed at the booming sound of Dukov’s accent hitting her from behind. 

“You have nice ass when you’re making my bed though. I only wish your dress was shorter!” 

Lone fell forward onto her elbows as Dukov landed a loud spank on the cheek of her ass. It stung briefly underneath the thin, nearly sheer, fabric of her lavender nightdress, but her reaction more so came from the shock of his sudden touch. 

“Mm, but you are so… what is word?” Lone didn’t move from her position. She felt her breath staying in her lungs of its own accord, as one of his calloused hands dipped low, smoothing the shallow skirt of her dress up over her back. 

He rubbed her revealed bareness thoughtfully, as though he were stroking over his own chin. 

“Domestic!” He shouted triumphantly, and Lone heard the drink in his free hand splash out and onto the floor with his celebratory gesture. “Like sweet little housewife.” 

Dukov left her at that, strolling leisurely over to the bedside table, where he deposited his glass onto the wood with a resounding clunk. Lone still didn’t move her body, though her head tilted to follow his movements as he stepped back behind her. 

A question formed in her mind, a loud, colorful shape that she refused to put words to. Still though, he answered it a moment later, as he worked the waistband of his sweatpants down to his thighs, revealing his half-hard cock without ceremony or pause. 

Dukov was always ready to party with his girls. He’d boasted that the entire first day Lone spent here. 

“And if you want good time, sweet cheeks should always be ready for me too, haha!”

Lone still needed to get used to that aspect of this new life of hers. 

“You have such sweet ass, is no wonder ‘Sugar’ fits you so well.”

With both hands effectively free, Dukov smoothed her dress up to her shoulder blades, and let his fingers drag down the skin of her back as they made their way back to her ass. He cupped each cheek in one hand, giving them both a rough squeeze to help awaken his erection the rest of the way. 

“So quiet today, and all days. Making Dukov feel you do not want to be here…” 

His voice was suddenly edged. Like a switchblade, he was dull, seemingly harmless, until he wasn’t. 

Lone gulped, feeling the dryness catch in her throat. 

“You just… you leave me so speechless, Dukie.” She let her voice come out a few octaves higher, a tone that would annoy anyone else, or make them think she was playing a character of some kind. 

But that is what I’m doing, isn’t it?

“Wanna hear your voice.” She carried on, pouting as she looked back at him with an exaggerated lower lip. “So… sexy. You really know how to get a girl wet and wanting, baby.” 

She hoped that last bit was true. Wished, more like. 

“Ha ha, now that is more like it, sweet cheeks!” She squeaked as he gave her another spanking, surely darkening the skin there with the force of it. 

“Now, spread your legs for your Dukie. I want to taste your sweet pussy. No better chaser than that, ha!” 

Lone did as he asked, stepping up until her knees rested on the edge of the bed, and parting her thighs so wide that her lower lips almost brushed the velvet below. 

“Mm, no prettier sight in whole wasteland than that.” His fingers went to her folds, pressing between them boldly and pulling them apart. Toying with her. “And all for me.” 

His voice took on that hint of darkness again. It became more prevalent with Cherry mostly, when she was being a little too unresponsive for his tastes. When he’d drank a bit too much as well, sometimes it came out then. 

The worst of it that she’d seen though, was when a settler had waltzed in. 

Dukov had offered him a drink, passive-aggressively, and made many clear indicators that the man should leave, and finally, he’d snapped. 

Lone thought her new… patron was going to kill him, and he nearly had, but before that, his voice got cold, threatening and dark as smoke billows. His face had changed too, the laugh lines suddenly drawing downwards, the gleam in his light eyes turning to dull ice behind distant pupils. 

She’d known then, that there was to be no leaving him. Not unless she meant to be gone for good. Even then, though… Lone could see him hunting her down. With that expression, that intensity… silly, raucous Dukov was not a man to cross and expect to get out unscathed. 

In his core, he was still that ruthless mercenary. 

That thought kept her effectively in place, and even inspired her hips to wiggle from side to side, jiggling the ass cheeks that he so loved to ogle, and inviting him in. 

“Take what’s yours, Dukie.” She breathed out, like he made her heart pound from want instead of unease. 

“Oh-ho, I will, Sugar! Dukov won’t ever keep his baby waiting.” 

She felt his tongue on her in the next instant, sudden and instantly prodding invasively towards her entrance. 

His fingers, miraculously, had managed to draw a drip or two of slickness from her in that brief time; or perhaps it had just been her body’s natural response to him, to his presence. 

At this point, it wouldn't surprise her if that was simply becoming habit. 

Whose dogs were they that salivated on cue with the ring of the food bell? Hadn’t he been Russian as well?

It was difficult to think at the moment, as Dukov clumsily tongued at her lower lips, lapping frantically like the aforementioned dogs, as his hands spread her ass wide to allow him in deeper. Dukov sounded animalistic behind her, with all his slurping and groaning, like he was in heat. 

That wouldn’t have surprised her all that much though. But animals only went into heat every so often, whereas Dukov was constantly in need of sex, or it seemed that way, at least. 

Did that make him more basal than beasts? 

Probably. 

Lone had to keep from huffing with laughter at that. Dukov wouldn’t like it if she were laughing as he tried to eat her out. No… that might earn her more than a bruised ass…

Instead, she released a moan that verged on a whine, effectively selling her desperation for him, she hoped. 

“Dukie, your tongue feels so good, baby.” Lone panted out, bucking her hips into the contact until she really did feel some semblance of pleasure from it. 

He merely hummed into her, almost a growl as the grip of his hands tightened, steadying her as his mouth worked. She felt the slight prickle of his facial hair against her bareness, the sensation irritating her delicate skin until, slowly, his movements began to spread her lubricating slickness over her mound. 

“Fucking shlyukha. So wet for your Dukov.” He breathed through his teeth, like a hiss, pulling cold air over her dewy skin until she felt herself shiver. 

“Wet for only you, Dukie.” Lone whined, leaning her ass back as if to plead for more. 

“Cunt sweeter than medovukha… Now my cock would like a taste!” 

Dukov’s knees cracked with the swiftness of his motion, as he stood behind her. Lone’s body shifted on the mattress as his gruff hands maneuvered her ass to be level with his hips. She glanced down between her legs with hazy eyes, noting the distinct darkness of his cockhead. 

He was already swollen, glistening with his own excitement, as he took his shaft in-hand, and guided it to her winking entrance. Her keeper toyed with her briefly, dragging his tip between her folds, and stimulating her more effectively than she would’ve liked. When he couldn’t handle any more teasing himself, Dukov’s free hand pressed to her back, arching it, and he nudged himself inside. 

She was still relatively new to all this, so he was forced to be slow as he entered her, but it was clear the Russian savored it all the way. 

He groaned loudly, dramatically, as her walls eased enough for him to sink in to the base. She felt the lewd press of his balls against her ass as he stayed seated all the way in, merely grinding his head around, stirring at her insides until she was panting and her back slicked with a sheen of sweat. 

Lone felt her walls clench him unwittingly, and Dukov released another animalistic growl as he reared his hips back, dragging against the tightness she created. The friction had him pulsing in her already, but Lone didn’t let that fool her. 

Dukov’s daily schedule involved only a few choice activities: 'drinking, farting and fucking,' as he so charmingly tended to put it. As such, the man had the stamina of a mongrel in heat, and Lone always felt like she was being dragged by the leash from behind him. 

The moments of easing into her, of grinding and molding her walls to him were over, evidently, as Dukov bucked forward and jammed the head of him to the very back of her. Lone yelped, which he seemed to take pride in, for he did it again less than a moment later.   

From there, his pace only built, and Lone’s breathing picked up all the more. She huffed into the stuffy comforter below her, her fingers unwittingly wrapping it in her grasp as he drove her forward into the plushness with every thrust. 

“Ah, you are made for me, Sugar. Made for this big, Russian cock, ha!” He punctuated his laugh with a particularly savage jolt into her, and Lone bit hard into her lip. 

“Tell me, sweet cheeks. Tell your Dukie how good he makes you feel.” 

She was already flushed from the arousal that steadily built up in her, even with the selfish pace he’d set, the unfocused jabs against the sensitive barrier of her cervix, but she felt herself blush all the more at his request. 

Isn’t it enough that I’m wet for you? That you hear my heady breaths and girlish moans? 

“Oh, Dukie, you do!” She cried out, with feeling. “Gonna make me cum for you, for your huge, ah, your manhood. So big in my little pussy!” 

'The more lewd, sweet cheeks, the better!'

His voice ruled her head then. It had to, else her truthful words, the genuine sounds she made in the throes of lovemaking would never cut it for the boisterous brute shoving wildly into her.  

“Ha ha, such a little slut for me!” He gave her another spank, as one hand gripped hard to the flesh of her hip, holding her in place through the barrage of arrhythmic pummels. “And still, cannot even say ‘cock.’ So cute you are, my little vaultie. So innocent. Until you met nasty Dukov!” 

“Such a slut for you, baby.” She chanted, right on cue. 

“I will make party girl of you yet, Sugar.” Another spank; though... now the skin felt more numb than pained.

It… wasn’t bad.

“Have you sucking on my balls like candy on stick!” 

Lone felt herself clench up at his lewdness, felt the flush over her skin spread to her ears, her cheeks, all the way down her chest to warm her swinging breasts. 

“Yes,” She breathed, the words shaking the same as her trembling legs, “Want to worship you.” 

“Have you begging me to shove into that sweet, sweet ass!”

To no one’s surprise, Dukov struck her ass cheek again, surely bruising it in the process, before fondling the swell of it with strong fingers, making her cry out like a yowling feline. 

Lone didn’t want to think about the other women in the building. They’d heard it all, said it all too, she was sure, but still… for her to let him debase her this way… 

Lone's lip ached at the way her teeth pressed into it, until her gasp caused them to release the pressure. 

One of his fingers had prodded threateningly at that tight back entrance of hers, feeling and delighting in the way she clenched at the sudden touch. 

He released another token laugh at her reaction. 

“Ah,” Lone groaned out, “Want you everywhere, Dukie.” 

That seemed to appease him, for now his hand wrapped around her belly, sliding down until he could fondle her lower lips, occasionally grazing that sensitive bud nestled within. 

“Have your needy cunt drooling just from sight of me.” His pressure increased, and his thrusts became more direct, more purposeful with each fervent plunge into her drooling heat.  

“It does baby, my pussy always wants you!” She cried, feeling her walls clenching at him, encouraging this new, intense pace and threatening to topple her over into overwhelming release. “Wants you all the time, Dukie.” 

“Tell me.” He commanded, his own jubilant tone growing rougher, deeper with his increasingly urgent movements. “Tell me where, how– yebat’, how your pussy wants me!” 

“Wants you everywhere, “ She managed, though words were becoming hard to form in her gasping mouth, “Needs you fucking me against the counter, the floor, on the stairs.” 

She told him her fears then, all that she’d been anxious about these first few days of being his newest girl, the places she’d imagined him grabbing her from behind, how she’d thought he’d take her, like he was now entitled to. Because she’d agreed to this. 

As uncertain as she’d acted the moment she signed his metaphorical contract, as guilty and nervous as she felt, Lone had still done it. 

Truth be told… there was something exciting about it. 

It was wrong that she felt she needed to do this, in order to be safe in this world, but there was also some small part of her, deep in the recesses of her innermost desires; the ones she was ashamed of, the ones she never let herself dwell on, lest she become depraved in the watchful, judgemental eyes of the other vault-dwellers, something about this life– about him– that she craved. 

It was like a gnawing hunger, a caged beast, the way it growled and roiled beneath her skin; and finally, she was letting part of it out, giving it leash, and hoping– for her sanity, for her dignity’s sake– that it wouldn’t choke her with the slack of it. 

“Can never have enough of you, Dukov.” Her voice became less an act, her moans leaving her freely as he pounded into her increasingly sensitive walls. “Want you when I wake, want to ah– lick you ‘till you’re hard, ride you until you burst. Want you bent over me, like this, with a drink in your hand as I grind you into my- my cunt.” 

Dukov was groaning behind her. She could feel his cock pulsing inside, like it was nodding its head in agreement to all she said. 

“Want to be under the table at dinner, licking and slobbering over you, getting lipstick on your dick while Fantasia sits in-in your lap.”

“Yes, Sugar. Fuck yes.”

His hands trembled as they held firm to her hips, gripping her until she ached. He was deep inside her now, grinding and jerking his hips, pushing the head of his cock stubbornly to the end of her, as though he could get his dick in any further, as though he could climb inside after it.

“Want- ah, want you to fuck me to sleep, grind against me like you’re doing now, Dukie, and stay inside all night so my pussy doesn’t– fuck, have a chance to miss you.” 

She whined out the last couple words, the pleasure he was stroking burning up higher and higher, growing more intense with each rub of his tip against that soft, spongy spot until she was crying out, feeling her legs tremble, her hands grip until her knuckles paled, until she gushed all over his pulsing shaft like the slut he made her into. 

“Ahh, yes, my shlyukha, cum your sweetness all over me!” 

Lone felt her pleasure leaking down from her lower lips, leaving dark-colored droplets on the purple-pink velvet beneath her. She watched him between her thighs as her head hung low, the way his own legs shook as he resumed his shallow thrusting, the way his soaked balls dripped her translucent nectar as they visibly tightened against her ass. 

“Your cunt squeezes better than Cherry’s ass, Sugar. Fuck, your Dukov is close.” He was growling even as Lone was fading, her fatigue at all the excitement, at being on edge all day waiting for him, for this inevitability to occur, slowly drained out. Brief spikes of pain-tinged bliss had her flinching from his last few forceful strokes against her tired walls, and then he was pulling out. 

Warmth coated Lone’s back in powerful spurts, nearly reaching the fabric of the scrunched dress that still hung from her shoulders. 

Must’ve been saving himself for me today. 

She thought hazily, as her vision blurred and her arms wavered where they held her up. 

Dukov was groaning as he finished, wringing the last bit of his spend out onto her pussy lips, watching that too drip down onto the soiled comforter. 

“See?” He said, breathless, as he stepped back and released his softening cock from his hand. “No need to make bed. Only fuck it up all over. Ha!” 

One last spank that made her eyes fly wide open, and Dukov was finished with her. He pulled his sweatpants back up, reached for his drink, and shouted something to Fantasia as he started up the stairs. 

Lone let her body sag over the ruined covers, imagining herself scrubbing at them later…

And imaging Dukov finding her there, bent over the bathtub she’d use to soak it... 

She shuddered, feeling her pussy clench at the thought, at the possibility of it all, of this new life of hers, before she shoved it back down, deep down, where it belonged, and closed her eyes, letting the sanctuary of rest caress her.

[cacklefrendly]

I love how you draw your gin and vodka!!!!!they so cool and cute!!!now I wonder what is you're gin backstory.like do he parent work with the organization or something like that??I'm just curious

:D AWW THANKIEEE ANON!! i keep telling myself that i'm gonna draw them being threatening and. it doesn't happen. they end up being sappy again. so im glad i'm not the only one who enjoys it regardless lmao

as for backstories. uh.

good question.

what backstory my personal versions of Gin and Vodka DO have — and my versions of the entire Black Org. team, too — is vague enough to be almost canon-compliant while leaving plenty of wiggle-room in case future canon declares any new information i think is interesting. it's not a tactical choice! working around canon to make things complicated is part of what makes playing with side characters fun for me. :>

also i'll admit: i usually don't think much about a character's childhood unless it gives something meaningful to the story. i don't think it matters too much why Gin got into the Black Organization? to me, it matters more that he's there and making it everyone else's problem :P i might change my mind later though, we'll see!!

for Gin and Vodka, at least, their backstories are more of a years-long, vaguely three-arc showcase of who they are at wildly different points in their lives together, which has some really interesting moments implied but not explicitly stated.

just for fun, here's a synopsis of those 'Arcs': (i remembered to write a transcript this time, it's under the read-more)

“ARC” 1: SETUP (met once, briefly, by accident.)

VODKA (asides: “Just some dude” & “he uses cheap ballpoints and it hurts my soul. he gets better I promise.”)

maybe grew up in a rural area?

recently finished college, working at one of the Black Organization's front companies

dealing with being a closeted gay man while also trying not to get involved in normal office drama and still hear all the gossip

Very Aware that the company is doing some shady illegal stuff and is SUPER CURIOUS, but 1), he'd like to keep being payed thank you, and 2), he has enough self-preservation to know better than to go snooping

honestly he's just Some Guy

GIN (asides: “dysphoria hoodie” & “[PROTOTYPE] called, Alex wants his damn clothes back.”)

where did you even come from-

working as a low-level assassin with the Black Organization but already starting to garner attention from some of the higher-ups

aggressive, paranoid, AND experiencing dysphoria all at the same time!!! uh oh!!

dealing with the gradual realization that being trans is. a Thing. while also having a really bad-ass action movie as a life, complete with betrayal and murder and explosions

starts transitioning after he climbs the Organization's ranks enough to carve out a place he KNOWS he's safe and can relax

“ARC” 2: MEET-NOT-CUTE (a year or two after “Arc” 1)

VODKA

suffering from the aftermath of The Incident and trying to grapple with the fact that he's been working for an international crime syndicate

and trying to understand his role in all of this mess

and trying not to get killed by his new boss

AND is trying not to think about the fact that his new boss is SO scary and mean

AND trying SO HARD NOT TO THINK ABOUT HOW HE'S KINDA INTO THAT-

GIN

high-ranked enough that he can no longer keep working alone and he HATES IT SO MUCH

it's not just a blow to his pride, it's also all the paranoia. it's mostly the paranoia, to be quite honest

called dibs on the most harmless, pathetic-looking man he could find who still seemed to be useful. and that man was Vodka

even so, spends a good while CONVINCED that Vodka will turn on him if Gin gives him the chance.

BOTH

Gin keeps trying to bait Vodka into trying to kill him and is infuriated as nothing happens.

Vodka sees the bait and is confused at first, later horrified when he figures out what Gin's expecting him to do

as Vodka shows his usefulness, Gin starts to calm down. full-on Trust takes several years to develop

the first time Gin falls Asleep near Vodka freaks Gin out more than a little

“ARC” 3: GET A FUCKIN ROOM (roughly a few years before and into Canon)

Vodka: “If you want coffee you gotta’ let go.” Gin: “*unintelligible sounds of disapproval*”

they aren't in a romantic relationship. they haven't even had a one-night stand. and yet they carry a very "aging gays who've been married for 30 years" energy. it drives the Team up the wall.

before the Trust developed, Vodka let Gin control/initiate all contact as an appeasement/self-preservation strategy. at this point he still does it, but out of habit more than anything.

plot twist, Gin's actually super tactile with people he trusts. he invades Vodka's personal space constantly. it's especially bad when he's cold or tired (so, most of the time)

they know each other's boundaries very well even though they never, like, sat down and talked about it. it's been trial and error thus far. it helps that they're also good at reading each other.

Vodka's uncomfortable attraction turned into a crush, which turned into quiet love. Gin's wariness turned into trust, which turned into love. BUT Gin's doesn't think much about trust OR romance so he's not actually aware (yet) that his feelings for Vodka are more than Really Strong Trust. he also doesn't know Vodka's feelings for him (YET)

there are so many ways this fucking slow-burn could end and I love all of them too much to pick just one

[aarcanechaoss]

Anon♡ here

Ty soo much for taking the request☆

The fanfic is great♡♡♡♡♡

Can you do a part 2 if possible?

(You xan decide what to put in the part 2 :) )

Masterlist

Eyo glad you enjoyed it. I usually prefer people let me know what they want in their reqs LMAO but sure why not it was fun to write before.

Something was wrong with her co-workers.

Like seriously wrong.

Even her briefest interaction with the ADA this past week had been weird... Ranpo gave her chocolates... Ranpo Edogawa actually shared food with someone and for some reason he chose her.

Stepping into her shared office with the Black Lizard she sighed, if they looked at her weird one more time today she just might hit them.

Yep there it was that weird fucking look- something like pride shining in Hirotsu's eyes but with Tachihara it was pensiveness and the Akutagawa's... no she doesn't want to know what that look between them meant.

"Okay what is it?" She snapped.

"What's what?" Tachihara said a little too quickly.

"Everyone has been acting weird all week and I am on my last nerve." She pouted and some part of her hoped Akutagawa would say something, ease her worries maybe.

Nope, he just looked in the other fucking direction.

"No one's acting weird." Tachihara's hand moved to his neck- a nervous tick she'd noticed near immediately when they first met.

"I can tell you're lying." She deadpanned. "Did I do something wrong again? Have I somehow magically messed up something that I didn't know about?"

Yeah she was mad now- not even her wonderful Akutagawa's presence could halt it.

"Please I can assure you nothing is wrong Higuchi." His eyes shifted left and she just rolled her eyes.

"If you are going to lie I suggest doing it better... this is why I do all the undercover work." She tutted, turning to her desk.

Half an hour and a seething Higuchi later Tachihara caved... something about how he doesn't like Big Sis being angry.

"We know!" He practically shouted across the room. Gin smacked the man across the back of his head.

Higuchi just shot him a confused look.

"Know what?"

"About the kid." He continued.

Oh. Her stomach lurched.

"We were in the area when you went out for a picnic with your sister and that little girl- ya know that bonding thing you didn't make it to." Tachihara's face was burning bright red- embarrassed that he'd just blurted it out she supposed.

"Who have you told?" Was the only important question.

"No one Big Sis I swear. The ADA said that it wasn't their business and left so we followed suit." And she believed them.

"Is she your daughter?" Hirotsu asked calmly. She just nodded.

"Her name is Mai." She said finally. "She's four and yes... my daughter."

The room fell quiet.

"How?" She wanted to laugh- Akutagawa asking her questions about herself felt surreal.

"Hey bro when a man and a woman love-" Rashoumon shoved Tachihara out of his chair in an instant.

"That isn't what I mean." She nearly laughed, Diablo's ears were bright pink.

"I was 16 and stupid. Her father was a foreign exchange student in my class, and we hit it off... he left back to Italy, and I was pregnant with no way to tell him... I don't regret it though- she's my favourite person. Had her, turned seventeen and joined the Mafia end of story."

"Ah." Was all Akutagawa replied with.

"You're a badass you know Big Sis."

"Yes my daughter seems to think so."

And though it was still so very weird... she didn't mind the joyful laughter that followed.

[alpinelogy]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @63historian thank you so much for the tag <3

not tagging anyone cause I think most of yall already probably got tagged. the failure of catching up on tag games late o7

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

14 including fics posted on anon

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

159,278 including fics posted on anon

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Nowadays only F1 but I wrote for several fandoms before

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

[fic posted on anon], galaxy collapse (somebody scream), soldier down (on that icy ground), system’s breaking down (there’s been a glitch), fill your drink with tonic gin (this is the american dream) 

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to respond. I am not particularly good at responding but I try o7

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

fill your drink with tonic gin (this is the american dream) because of how open the ending is

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

galaxy collapse (somebody scream) probably because its very much 12k words of fluff but I think the happy endings in we found wonderland (you and i got lost in it) and now entering a world (from which you will never return) hit more cause of how much shit goes down

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet and fingers crossed I never will. That being said I do have shitposts locked and loaded for if I ever get anon hate

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sort of...? I'm not particularly good at writing smut but I am learning:tm: and when I write/try to write its smut with feelings

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope. Tho back in the day aged maybe 13 -ish? on wattpad I wrote a lot of them. Fun times

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope and I hope I never will, especially now that I write rpf

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope but few weeks back I joked about a fic idea for an older fandom with a friend from that fandom and we are seriously considering co-writing it now

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Protagonists of the world!! (Bokuto and Akaashi from Haikyuu!! my og two sports guys ship even if these were fictional sports guys playing a real life sport)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

So many. Predominantly the Pierre/Esteban attempts at psychological warfare but I dont think I am smart enough to write that

16. What are your writing strengths?

Descriptions I think? I like putting adjectives everywhere

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

What the fuck is dialogue!! In all seriousness just interactions in general

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Fine for a couple of lines/to emphasize a point. If its for longer dialogues just write it in the language youre usually writing it, even just the act of writing is an act of translating from your brain into words and unless theres a really good reason to write in another language I think there are better way to make it clear the characters are not communicating in English

i have a lot of feelings on this topic and yes i do have a rant locked and loaded lol

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Naruto I think? I was a child on the internet thats for sure

20. Favourite fic you've written?

I like all my fics equally (its maybe we got lost (in translation) by probably a long shot. or we found wonderland (you and i got lost in it). galaxy collapse (somebody scream) and fill your drink with tonic gin (this is the american dream) are also some of my favs)