#r sw au

[whorejolras]

snippet of sw grantaire!!!!!!!!! the people desire it

asddfhjjfkls that was fast ok

here's some Grantaire/Jehan smut 🤭 just for you and the people of course 😘 (and some Enjolras pov under the cut too 👀)

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Grantaire could fuck Jehan for hours.

He had been, in fact. When the two of them stumbled into their bedroom the sun had been low and the light golden. Now night had fallen, hot air coming in through the open windows as Jehan’s breathy gasps escaped. They'd gotten up a few rounds ago to light some candles, which bathed the room in warm and dynamic light.

Warm and dynamic, just like Jehan.

(keep reading for more)

They had always been a favourite of Grantaire’s. One, Jehan also knew how they could get caught up and lose time, so they always booked an entire day. Never less than twelve hours, paying for all of them even if they used less than half.

But they could use it all, they were easy to spend time with, both when they were fucking and when they were silently lying together, or sitting next to each other in bed reading or sketching, sharing joints and increasingly bizarre ideas.

For another thing, Jehan was gorgeous and addictive to touch. Grantaire was particularly fond of the light pink and white floral tattoos that cascaded out from the pale scars on their chest. Vines climbing their chest up on one side, circling a nipple and blooming with flowers across their shoulder, and vines climbing down on the other side, trailing down across their stomach and around their hip.

Grantaire had traced them with his fingers, with kisses, with his tongue. He had straddled Jehan's stomach before and jerked himself off, watching while Jehan squirmed below him, coming all over the leaves and petals and indulging himself by tracing it around a little before cleaning them off.

Right now, it was the other way around. Jehan was sat atop Grantaire, who was hard and twitching, wearing a new condom (Jehan was very good at changing them over every so often, so they wouldn't weaken and break) and a tight, vibrating cock ring. Jehan was grinding on top of him, not letting him push inside, just moving back and forth while he felt the wet heat of them against him.

They were holding a vibrator to a very swollen clit and making a show of it, and Grantaire gripped their hips as hard as he knew they liked it and obediently watched.

“You're stunning,” he said, not even trying to cover how husky his voice had gone. Jehan moaned a little louder at the praise and grinded faster against him.

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and uhhh here's the same scene but from a surprise voyeur Enjolras pov 🫣 sorry not sorry

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Enjolras retreated to his bedroom after the sun was set, and sat at his desk to get a bit of work done; looking over blueprints and drafting a plan of attack for Eponine’s next operation. The night was still stiflingly hot, he threw open his windows and sat back down at the desk that he'd moved to sit underneath them, so he could look out past the grounds and to the skyline of Paris on the horizon.

At first, he didn't notice the sound, caught up in his own head. Then it happened again, and he looked up into the night. Soft whimpering sounds drifted out in the evening air.

Before he could make anything of it, the sound was followed by a moan. Well, that was pretty clear. Enjolras blushed when he recognised his friend’s voice. Of course, Jehan’s room was right above his, and it was a hot night. It wouldn't be the first time since they moved in that Jehan had forgotten their windows were open.

Enjolras stood to close his windows, wanting to give his friend some privacy, but his hand stilled when he heard another, deeper, huskier voice.

“You're stunning.”

A jolt of white hot energy rushed through Enjolras’ spine at the sound. It was R- Grantaire. Of course it was, he shook himself, and from the floor above Jehan moaned a little louder.

“R,” Jehan gasped. Right, Jehan. His friend, having sex, with someone who absolutely didn't want Enjolras listening.

He reached for the window again, but only got as far as resting his fingers on the handle before he heard R purr the words “pretty boy.”

Enjolras swallowed a strangled sound.

Oh, that's not fair, he thought. Hearing those words from that voice and the things it did to his body. What was worse, not seeing the man's face while he said them.

Jehan made more sounds, Enjolras needed to stop. He needed to close his windows, to leave his room, to go take a cold shower right now. He needed Grantaire to shut the fuck up, because he knew he couldn't walk away otherwise.

So of course Grantaire kept talking.

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um ok that's all i got for now let me know if you like it or wanna know what happens next 👀 that would 100% encourage me to finish the very long fic and post the whole thing 😇

[furiousfinnstan]

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[kylo-wrecked]

❝  i would know your face in dark or disguise. i would know it even in madness.  ❞ Dark!Ren

{ 🫀 You broke and bought: Dark!Ren }

[ x ]

What is a kiss if not the snake's fangs sinking venom into the last of its flesh? Is the snake writhing in its own venom a sort of madness?

Then let it be madness.

Flashes of Ren's shadow voice bowl the outskirts of Brunnhilde's mind, branching soundlessly as any memory of massassi, of light, glass. Dead seeds sow fine corpses for those who reap at the river's mouth.

The way Brunnhilde holds him there, talons pinned to dilapidated chest wicking, shoulder slumped into shoulder across a broad, phrik-plated basin, shows how she's picked his bones from the mud, how she holds the vessel apart from the Ren.

His brown eye is so hard a stone compared to the pearl and its membrane; how softly it glares from the cleft of its unremembered face.

May it haunt her as the phantom limb of the body fills her embrace.

If you disappear...

May it poison her as it has poisoned him.

Let it be madness that finds you.

@valkxrie

[ria-starstruck]

1/2 disco aus

null (in harry's place) is @foileadeux's oc! (and so is the brief emil mention lmao)

more/variations under the readmore

[dankovskaya]

Actually realizing I kind of have beef with obi wan generally not even because of anything he does as a character but because of the way that people who are big fans of him act like literally everything and everyone revolves around him . Read that in maul enjoyer voice obviously. Lmfao. At least when the Anakinnies do yhat its like objectively factually true

[joculatrixster]

everyone needs that one au they r batshit insane about but REFUSE to share lore for

[olive2read]

Hey, everyone. Uh, first-time poster, long-time xeno-terato lurker. I, uh, haven’t, uh, spent much time exploring myrata until, uh, recently but it’s suddenly way more relevant to my interests and... I have a bit of an odd, uh, I don’t know... question? I guess?

I’ve been serv—uh, spending time with a Nautolan recently... Well, my gener—uh, my boss has, I mean. And, like, my, uh, boss, and the Nautolan seem to be super close. Like, they’re friends and not just co-com—um, colleagues, y’know?

And, I guess, at some point during the project, this Nautolan had his like... I don’t even know, puberty maybe? Even though he’s older and more mature than I am—and not just in galactic standards years either! But, I guess his species matures differently?

So, he asked my boss to stay with him while it, uh... happened... but my boss, who is usually a pretty upstanding and supportive guy, couldn’t say no fast enough. And then he did something with the For—uh, he worked some kind of, um, spell, that was supposed to tell him if any of us were, like, good candidates to take over this, uh, duty. I guess the Nautolan couldn’t use one of his own troo—uh, subordinates, because of the, like, power dynamics or something?

Anyway, you’ve all probably figured out that I was the one chosen to be with the Nautolan during his, uh... time. I guess it’s some, like, massive secret and there’s no, like, official information about it posted anywhere I can find. And, I’m really hoping that someone on here can like... tell me what to expect? Like... is there anything special I need to do for him? Or any, like, preparations I need to make?

[daisychainsandbowties]

song suggestion: under your scars by godsmack

oh you really went and sent me a star wars au song huh. & worse, it's a lilitrice star wars au song 😭😭😭😭

"you're everything that feels like home to me"

"and everything feels broken/ when you're not next to me/ would you still be you/ if we weren't we?"

& this, especially

"it's not about who's wrong/ as long as it feels right"

[getodrools]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 STAR GIRL | Satoru + Suguru.

synopsis. He had the right to brag! Even though he knew it was wrong – it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to get with the golden girl everyone wanted. ( wc. 587 )

warnings. mdni | f! cheer! reader | sws, ( college ) football au, they r gross n’ talk about reader, solo masturbation ( getou ), getou is desperate and gojo is cocky ;c, reader has a tat near her ass ( nothing else is specified ).

“So uh.. heh-- you guys fuck already?” Getou flung his hand around, as if dismissing his own question coolly.

Gojo chuckles — damn boys. “Hell yeah. Yo, y/n’s pussy is so fuckin’ tight-- barely takes my dick man.” You were the golden girl in college. The cheer captain.

Everyone wanted to be you or be with you. But dreams are just dreams, because it seemed – rightfully, aligned for you to be reserved perfectly for the one and only football champion, the Satoru Gojo. The golden boy.

Vice versa too! — he had every damn right to brag, having the one and only star girl everything in pants begged for.

And his best friend could only dream.

“Really? Bet she can't ride then huh?—”

“She's a freak dude! Cheer really does something ‘cause y/n loves watching herself bounce on my dick— that pussy even creams.” He drags out his words and Getou was struck in daze when Gojo continued, “She's got the most perfect set of tits too, man-killer of an ass… So fucking hot when she's fresh out the shower– pussy just wet and shining.” His hands dazzle the air.

Dork.

Getou laughs a brute-covered animosity, but he couldn't help feel blood rushing more lower, “I bet. I heard she got a little tat on her ass?” He was scraping the barrel.

“Yep ah. Kiss it every damn night.” Gojo throws his hands back, a smug grin plastered wide, and it doesn't help the lip gloss you smeared earlier still glimmered.

Getou takes note.

Those oceanic eyes tumbled with waves towards his long-haired friend – curious, “Wish you could, huh?” Satoru smirks, leaning up with novelty before Getou could respond – only his mouth hangs open, “Who doesn't though.” Gojo sighs and kicks his feet back up; long legs crowding the rest of the bench.

Getou squints at him. More than annoyed now, but looking back at you in the field, he could only think of what it was. Was it heart? Or a pair of lips? Maybe cherries. Damn, either or, he'd kiss it every night too.

“Wanna see?” Satoru flings his hand into his back pocket, fishing for his phone to swipe at before Getou could process the question – only processing the cute ass glaring on his friends screen.

A few photos of you flashed before him, some of you posing with cute panties on or nothing. Just bare-ass flaunting at the screen with a cute jiggle. And the tattoo he always fantasized about was confirmed to be only a small star. Almost fitting too.

“She got it at a frat party. It's still cute though.” Gojo chuckles, still swipinging ‘till he found his favorite video of you both.

Suguru’s lips are almost as shiny as Gojo’s now. Even dick harder than before, admiring how your legs were spread by Gojo’s hands, watching how he'd clasp the two doughy globes with a firm grip. The tattoo inked into your skin smeared with skin as he stretched you open. Like a damn shooting star he could wish upon, gazing how you let your ass bounce on a thick pole of cock meat so easily.

Getou swallows down hard, pushing back that groan aching to jump out. His hands cross over his lap with his helmet.

The video seemed so short, but the fidgeting you kept squirming with kept replaying in his head. Only small glimpse of your face showed when you tossed your head back; sometimes you drooled and eyes fluttered crossed when the camera would pan closer to the sweet heat between your legs...

Gojo hums, “She's so hot.” And Getou agrees, watching how your pretty pussy stretched around Gojo. A cute string of slick webbed down his base, only to be quickly swallowed up again, and the shine of the camera light caught all of it.

“Yeah… Don't tell her I showed you these, she’d fuckin’ kill me.” They both laugh and Getou almost whines when the sacred phone gets jammed back into his back pocket.

He didn't mean to close his eyes, but he tried hard to keep that image in his head. Gojo smirks.

Chewing at the inside of his cheek, “Never.” but he knows deep down he won't stop reminding and telling his damn self...

ᯓ★

Suguru’s hand pumps his cock. A strong, languid stroke and a quick twist at his too hard tip.

Thinking of that tight pussy Gojo is so whipped about sitting in his dick instead... That mere image was warped into his every thought. So delusional, he kept replaying it in his head ‘till he could only see himself in that video instead.

He frowns.

You only looked good with Gojo. And he's nothing compared to him. No way in hell he'd ever get a little peak either… but he still dreams, coveting if you’d watch his dick sheath entirely into your warmth instead.

Wondering how you'd bounce on his cock that he spits on, wondering if that cute star would shoot up and down like a dream if you did...

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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Be Kind Masterlist

Scarlet Witch x witch!reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: You looked up to the Scarlet Witch, but what happens when you finally get the chance to learn from her?

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, R calls SW Goddess, W refers to herself as Mommy, pet names (little one, pet), SW is abusive towards R, W takes care of R.

AU: None, takes place after MoM

Parts:

(1)The Bruises on Your Ego Make You Go Wild

(2)I Know You're Chokin' on Your Fears

(3)Even When You're Stone Cold You're Sorry

(4) But if you're gonna fight then do it for me

COMPLETE

[l393ndjean]

It AU

so like... AU where instead of Bev getting taken beyond Pennywise and caught in the deadlights it's Stan. Which would really strike a nerve because he was the least willing to fight IT anyway.

So obviously Bill is the one to break the curse and kiss Stan because #stenbroughforlife. Which would mean you could put a better focus on building up young Benverly and making them a stronger foundation for their future relationship.

Anyway so when Stan sees into the future he sees him and Bill married. So we get not one but two young Stenbrough kisses. A bitter-sweet parting for Ben and Bev, and Reddie get to be in all their usual glory. Meanwhile we get to stan Mike, our AroAce king.

Then fast-forward 27 years and when Mike calls Bill and Stan, Bill doesn't remember about Pennywise. I'm imaging they have and interaction like:

Stan: I can't go, Billy.

Bill: We s-swore, Stanley. That we-we'd go back. I do-don't remember why, but we s-sw-swore.

Stan: But I'm scared, Bill. Something bad happened in Derry.

Bill: We'll m-made it Stan. We'll make it a-again. I p-p-promise. I s-swear.

So Stan lives and he also saves Eddie because Stan is fricken smart like that and he realises that they need to move tf away Eddie! Then all the losers roast the shit out of Pennywise.

They go swimming at the quarry, Ben and Bev finally get together after a more developed build up on both sides. Richie and Eddie have a moment. Bill and Stan are just sitting quietly.

Bill: We m-made it.

Stan: We swore we would.

The whole group has a beautiful group hug. Then the epilogue is narrated partly by all the losers. At the kissing Bridge scene Richie re-carves the E and Eddie re-carves the R and they both carve the +.

Mike goes to California, where he has the time of his life. Ben and Bev have their usual scene. Stan finally gets to release his documentary on birds. Bill publishes a new book, IT. Everyone praises the end.

[whorejolras]

the grantaire sex worker/les amis assassin au is coming along nicely 😈

[kingofthe-egirls]

Omg just read your brothel au and kept thinking about first time y/n. What about reader's first time at the brothel but can't chose between the monster trio so the madam suggest a special offer of all three bc she knows you'll become a repeat client then

Thanks if you like it ~ 💚

Thank you SO much for this ask, I’m so excited to keep writing about this scenario!!! I hope you like it too :)

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MONSTER TRIO x Y/N

brothel au

(part 2 coming soon!!!)

(a/n: kissing, brothel, sw, fingering, stripping, lots of foreplay and heartfelt conversations)

Summary: Y/N’s first time at the esteemed pirate-brothel, named Lavender Gardens.

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“First time?”

You stiffen, and turn to see a green-haired, muscular man sidle up beside you at the bar. He’s wearing a green silk kimono, with white and blue waves decorating the hem. He has three gold earrings twinkling at his jaw, and a scar across one eye.

He’s gorgeous.

“Um,” you squeak, shifting over a little to make room. “How can you tell?”

“Because you’re about to break that glass,” he gestures to the wine glass clutched in your fist, a bubbly rosé that tastes too sweet. Nervously, you take a sip. Hopefully the liquid courage will help you calm down.

You were here for a treat, remember?

You’ve been working hard for the past few weeks, barely giving any time to yourself. You need a relaxation session, and soon. You decide to swallow your nervousness, and clear your throat.

“So, um…what’s your name?” You do your best to meet his fierce, dark eye. He smiles, not unkindly, and settles down into his seat. He waves the bartender over, and orders a cup of sake. The bartender brings over a white porcelain bottle and a small, matching cup.

“Zoro,” he says, lightly tapping the R in his name, so it was slightly rolled. You repeat it back to him, and he nods. You smile.

“Nice name.” You take another sip of your drink, as Zoro pours himself one. Steam curls wispy and warm from the cup, and you tip your head. “You like hot saké?” You ask, wondering how it tastes.

“Mm,” he nods, and hands you the cup. “Try it.”

Nervously, you reach out and take it. Your fingers brush against Zoro’s hand, and electricity bolts through you. You hope he can’t see your blush.

The room around you is dark, for the most part, lit by soft, stained glass lanterns that hang from the ceiling and cast rainbow-filtered colors around the velvet lounge. The bar is off to the side, relatively secluded from the dance area and the VIP booths. Velvet curtains hang in front of them, with silver and gold chains twinkling down the deep red fabric. You wonder what’s behind those curtains.

You wonder what it would be like on the other side.

Suddenly, a red flash of movement slams into your vision, and careens into your side.

“Pretty!” The red blur says, and your vision clears enough to make out a wide, grinning smile and a boy’s handsome face. He has raven hair.

“Luffy!” Zoro warns, reaching over your chest to swat the red blur away. He’d been latched onto your arm, strong and solid, but he pulls away with a moan. Zoro snorts.

“Meanie…” Luffy mutters, and slides into the seat next to you. You clutch your glass of rosé like it’s a lifeboat. The boy smells like weed.

“Hi…,” you say nervously, “Nice to meet you.” The boy grins.

“Hiya!” He leans into you again, so not conscious of your personal space. You can’t say you mind, however. The pure charisma radiating off this dark-haired, red-kimono clad man was electric. Magnetizing. You feel yourself leaning closer to him. He pecks a kiss on your cheek.

“Wanna do a show with me?” He asks, grinning. He traces his fingertips along the back of your hand, and fire blooms beneath his touch. You wonder if it’s possible to self-destruct.

Zoro growls, “I saw her first.”

Luffy pouts. “But she’s so pretty! I wanna go first!” He bumps his shoulder into you, and you stiffen. You’re not sure if you’re still breathing.

“Be nice to the lady, Luffy, she’s scared of you,” the bartender intervenes, polishing a whiskey glass with a rag. He has long, slender hands. You meet his blue-sapphire eyes and rake your own eyes through his blond hair. He winks at you. “Don’t mind him, mademoiselle. He’s always like this.”

“Am not!” Luffy interjects, “She’s too pretty to pass up!”

“I’m sure you say that to all the ladies,” you interject, not wanting to be left behind. Having two men fight over you was a…new experience for you. You shyly meet the raven-haired, energetic man’s eyes. “But I don’t mind,” you say with a little too much air in your voice. The boy’s grin turns wicked.

“Hah? Hear that Sanji? She’s not scared! Are ya, y/n?” He must have overheard you tell Zoro your name earlier. He leans in, pressing his nose gently against your face. “And no, I don’t say that to all the ladies. Just you.”

You look away, bashful. “Liar,” you tease. Luffy whines, tugging on the sleeve of your flowy top. It’s magenta: a bright, flattering color against your skin. Your hair is coiled atop your head, secured with a rhinestone kanzashi. Your makeup is dark yet simple, and your fingers are adorned with silver, jeweled rings. Your leather, navy blue skirt hugs your thighs tightly as you squeeze them together.

Suddenly, a breeze of lavender and vanilla wafts through the air. You turn over your shoulder, and meet the gaze of the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen in your life. She smiles gracefully at you, and places her hand on Zoro’s shoulder.

“Are these men giving you trouble?”

You shake your head.

Far from it.

Trouble is exactly what you want to get yourself into, right now. You tell the lady as much, and she laughs heartily. It sounds like bells.

“Well, you’re welcome to take them both to a show, if you’re interested. Luffy’s room? It’s quite spacious,” she gazes at you with glittering, amethyst eyes. “My name is Lavender, by the way.” She extends her hand, and you shake it. Her lilac silk kimono drapes gracefully around her shoulders, revealing milky white collarbones. She holds her kimono’s long sleeve out of the way as she reaches towards you. You see two beaten gold guards on her fourth and fifth fingers, and a row of shimmering diamond bracelets on her slender wrist. Her fingernails are painted pink. “Nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” you shyly say, shaking her delicate hand. “Nice to meet you too.” You fiddle with your hair, not wanting to appear disheveled in front of this beautiful lady.

She tosses a lock of her own glossy, chestnut hair over her shoulder. It tumbles down her back in waves. “Now, we offer another solution as well,” she grins wicked at you, her eyes flicking to the bartender. “Why not have all three?”

You blanch. You’ve never had three men at once, before. You’ve never even had a threesome before. You’ve had sex, sure, some bad and some good. Your past partners have all been sweet, for the most part, but kind of simple. Vanilla. Bland.

You want an adventure.

“Sure,” you say, surprised at your confidence, “How much?”

***

Now, you stand in the entranceway of a velvet boudoir. It’s nautical themed, with a black pirate flag strung proudly across one wall. The windows are shaped like portholes, and there’s a big blue shell playing soft sea shanties on the dresser.

There’s a few hammocks stretched across the opposite wall, and a low, king-sized bed with a quilted cover in the center. A few dressers and mirrors decorate the room, with two bedside tables each with lowly lit oil lamps.

You slowly step in.

“Welcome to my Sunny boudoir!” Luffy says proudly, spreading his hands out in welcome. “Make yourself at home!”

Oh, you think, I will.

You also notice some robot action figures on the far dresser, and you smile. Luffy obviously had full control over his room’s decoration. He plops down onto the bed, bouncing a little. There’s pillows and blankets strewn about the room, and the closet in the corner is messily stuffed full of red and blue clothes. You giggle softly to yourself: he obviously had full control over cleaning, too.

Zoro is behind you, stepping into the room with Sanji behind him. You’d learned the bartender’s name as you’d shyly made small talk on the way upstairs. The hallway had been lined with paper lanterns, glowing violet. Now, you turn in a circle, unsure of what to do.

“Um—,” you squeak, twisting your hands together, “What comes first?”

“How boutta kiss??” Luffy bounds up to you, springing off the large mattress to hop up in front of you. He grins, “I like kissing girls.”

You flush, and give a small nod. Slowly, your hands come up to cup his face. You press a kiss to his soft, plush lips. He hums, deepening the kiss almost immediately, his hands coming to grip your waist. He has a strong, firm grip around you and his hands are warm. Zoro comes up behind you. He places a delicate kiss against the side of your neck, right at your pulse point. He pulls your hair out of the way.

“Don’t hog her,” Sanji huffs, and comes up to shove Luffy out of the way. The boy in red whines, but lets himself get pushed away. He moves over to Zoro, and starts placing delicate kisses along his jaw, instead. His earrings glitter in the light. Sanji stands in front of you, smiling. He leans forward, and you meet him halfway to kiss him hotly, and passionately. He “mmphs!” in surprise.

You make out with the three boys, each in turns. Eventually, they lead you to the bed. Sanji is dressed in a striped, lemon-yellow kimono, that he soon shrugs off his shoulders. Zoro and Luffy follow suit. You flush, taking in their toned, tanned bodies. Each of them have a six pack. Oh my god.

“Your turn,” Luffy stage-whispers to you, brushing his lips against your ear. He delicately tugs at the bottom of your shirt. “Can I take this off?”

You crinkle your nose. “I feel self-conscious,” you admit, fiddling with the hem. You’re nowhere near as athletically built as these three men, and you clutch at your soft tummy in regret. “What if—,” you stop, and swallow. You meet the three men’s eyes. “What if you don’t like it?”

All three of them visibly soften.

“I like it,” Luffy whispers, and Sanji reaches out to squeeze the arch of your foot. You’re sitting with your legs crossed, surrounded by the three prostitutes. You’d paid the lady in full already, but you felt sick thinking they wouldn’t enjoy themselves while playing.

The three of them make eye contact. Zoro clears his throat. “We…like sex,” he eventually says, “Why else would we be here?”

“We can also refuse any client,” Sanji murmurs, running his thumb along your foot. It tickles, but you don’t pull away. His touch feels like satin against your skin. You wonder how he keeps his hands so soft.

“Oh,” you say, your shoulders relaxing a bit. You hadn’t noticed how tight they’d been. You’ve been holding your breath apparently, too, you realize as you draw in a ragged lungful of air. You gaze sheepishly down at the knotted magenta fabric in your hands. “That’s good.”

“Besides,” Zoro runs his hand along your shoulder blade, sitting a bit behind you. His back is straight against the curved, wooden headboard. The quilt crinkles under his weight. “You’re really beautiful, too.”

You blush, and immediately start to pull your shirt over your head. Enough waiting. “So are you!” You admit, the glee catching up to you. “I’m so glad I’m here,” you turn to Luffy to grin at his smile, and he presses a kiss to your sensitive lips.

“Me too,” he whispers, and deepens the kiss. His tongue slides across your bottom lip, and you let him in. His tongue is warm and wide as it slowly explores the inside of your mouth. A chill runs through you, and you shiver excitedly. “I like kissing you,” he murmurs against your lips, and you nod.

“Me too,” you echo, and lean forward to kiss him again.

Sanji comes up behind you, kneeling on the bed. He softly undoes your bra, and drops it gently on the floor. “Don’t forget this later,” he murmurs against your neck, his hands coming up to cup your breasts. He molds them in his hands. “Things can get lost in this mess.” He glares over at Luffy, who’s pulled away to tug off his boxers. Zoro is slowly palming himself through his underwear. You want to see them off.

“Can I see you?” You ask the green-haired man, arousal starting to drip between your legs. Luffy reaches under your skirt, and you moan. His touch is graceful and wild, already slipping past your panties to finger your aching clit. His movements are speedy yet practiced, his breath hot against your ear. Sanji thumbs over your hardened nipples. His cock presses hard into your back.

“Take this off for us, lovely,” he says, tugging at the waistband of your skirt. You nod, sitting up so Luffy has better access to your clit, and Sanji can undo your skirt’s back zipper. He slides it over your legs, and you clumsily shimmy out of it. You take your panties off, too. So now you’re naked in front of three men, for the first time in your life.

You grin.

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[kylo-wrecked]

“ you teeter on the edge of an abyss. ”

Dark!Ren; either as its own… or within an existing thread.

{ 🕯️ You conjured: Dark!Ren }

+a continuation of this thread

What’s this? Her milky talons trace his expanse, and she seizes hold of his man's soul. The supporting knee buckles. Ren drives forward over the supporting side foot, seething breast stopping just short of Brunnhilde's burning eyes and throat. She trows Ren by his ribbing as he loses hold, by the strings of this scavenged soul, down and down, choking on but one dull, shallow breath. Zircon eye wide in its pink shelter, the pearl eye rounded, a moon shining blindly. 

A flash, shiver in the bones, pain and pleasure—pleasure at Brunnhilde's might, her redress. Pain—the pain of the soul is a mortal pain tender with memories; his is a black fruit, but a few sweet spots still blush on its skin. The twitch in his brow belies him as he betrays himself.

Then why do you not place me in its jaws? he demands, in his shadow voice, and he must know, in his inner storm, that the warrior trapped by its gale will consummate the challenge. And with her fury-made hooks, the chooser of the slain devours. 

She talons the man's soul, a soul on the brink, a maw. A snake, eating its tail, funneled onto a black hole and back into itself, sending pressure waves rippling outwards. 

She grabs the Massassi trees the boy in him once scaled, the snow crunching under his boots, dusting his shoulders and tongue. She rakes back his flesh, where the boy's name still brands him, where there are many voices and his nights and days necrose. She beaks the wounds, the unbearable, tender meat of the man. The boy inside is like a pit. 

'It hurts,' and the boy-heart wails; 'it hurts,' and Ren is alone, no longer an abyss roaring at an abyss, merely alone, bearing such a mortal pain. The simple pain of living and feeling. These sublunary endurances collapse him. 

Leather fingerbones loosen their grip on Brunnhilde's spilling hair. Ren kneels, kneels, axed to his shins, his soul a tangle in her fingers. The stars blink with tears unfallen, the black thrums with its brightest pulsars, and the Finalizer, a death murmur in the folds of time, holds death, holding death. 

@valkxrie

[dianneking]

Fanfiction Masterlist

Mainly in the Gwendoline Christie fandom & adjacent. 

 Requests are open, but I am slow at writing, so it might take a while to get to it.

You can also find most of my fics on my AO3 profile, DragonMist.

Ongoing weekly writing challenge masterpost.

Collections: 10 Days of Gwen Goodbyes  (100-word angsty drabbles with Gwendoline Christie’s main characters)

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Larissa/Reader

- Entwined Destinies - Oneshot, gn! Reader is an empath and a teacher |Tumblr  Also on  AO3

- Intoxicated - Two-shot, gn! Reader is a vampire and a teacher. Drunkennes, angst and drama |Part 1 - Part 2  Also on  AO3

- Dangerous Games - Oneshot, gn!Reader is not jealous. Larissa tries to prove them wrong. Angst. | On Tumblr and AO3

- Nightmares - Fluff & Comfort fic, established relationship | also on AO3

-  She - Songfic based on Dodie's song, angst, larissa x Librarian!Reader - also on AO3

- I wish I knew (you wanted me) - Oneshot, mutual pining. Larissa announces her engagement, Reader thinks something’s off| also on AO3

-Loving You (Amandoti) - Sad! Angst, hurt no comfort. Songfic.  Larissa’s wife waits for her on their anniversary, but Larissa won’t come home | also on AO3 

-Breaking the Silence - Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort. R! wants answers. | also on AO3 

- The Affair - Morally Ambiguous Larissa x Teacher Reader. Multichapter. | Also on AO3

Larissa/Marilyn|Laurel

- Surprising Like Good Coffee On A Bad Day- Longfic (30k+ words), coffee-shop AU, slow burn, COMPLETE! | Only on AO3

-Jealousy (I Could Be A Better Boyfriend Than Him) One-Shot, Angst, Jealous!Larissa |  also on AO3

- SOS One-Shot, Fluff, Flustered Larissa| also on AO3 

- All in her head One-shot Post-canon Fix-it. Laurel is visited in the hospital by Larissa | also on AO3. 

- The Disease - Hanahaki trope with not-really-unrequited love b/t Laurel and Larissa | also on AO3. 

Morticia/Larissa

- Shapes of Love - Longfic AU (SW!Larissa x RichWidow!Morticia), COMPLETED | Only on AO3 

 Marilyn/Reader/Larissa 

- Between Them (There is no Space)- Two-shot, angst and feels. | Tumblr Part I Part II Also on AO3

Marilyn/Reader

- Secret Admirer - Oneshot, Ungendered Reader, Angst, jealous Marilyn and protective parental figure Larissa. From an anon request | also on AO3 

- In Sickness - Minishot, slice of life. Marilyn takes care of sick SO reader | On Tumblr only.

- Running yourself to the ground - Oneshot, Hurt/comfort, Platonic. TW: Self harm | On Tumblr only.

- Spa Night - Oneshot, Fluff | On Tumblr

 Larissa/Morticia/Gomez

- First Evening Back - Oneshot, short fic, angsty polyamory negotiations, feels. | Only on AO3

- Larissa’s Gloomy Summer - Multichapter fic. 19k words| Polyamory negotiations, quirky with feelings. | COMPLETED | on AO3 only. 

Brienne of Tarth/ Reader (Game of Thrones) 

- Unrelenting Love - Songfic to Madeline by Kiki Rockwell, Epic Love | also on AO3 

- It’s not too late if we’re alive - WWII AU oneshot where Brienne is an officer, R is a nurse,,and they are former lovers | also on AO3 

-On The Seashore - Queerplatonic Prompt Fic - Brienne and R are adventurers together and there’s talk of settling down | also on AO3

- The Bet - Bookshop AU - Fluff and Angst with a happy ending | also on AO3

 Miranda Hilmarson (Top of the Lake: China Girl) 

- Hold me (I need to cry) - Robin Griffin x Miranda Hilmarson. Robin realizes her feelings for Miranda and breaks down into her arms | also on AO3 

- The Set-Up - Miranda x Reader | Mutual pining, idiots in love | also on  AO3

- In Her Arms - Robin x Miranda. Prompt: Queerplatonic Relationship. Angst and Fluff. | also on AO3 

Captain Phasma x Reader  (Star Wars)

- -Curiosity killed the cat - ...and satisfaction brought her back | two-shot NSFW smut | Only on Tumblr

- Daddy's girl | NSFW smut, sugar daddy Phasma | also on Ao3

Lucifer Morningstar (The Sandman) 

- Stranger in the Park | Lucifer x Reader post-breakup hurt/comfort fic| on AO3 

Rare Pairings & No Pairings

- Paradise - Larissa Weems/Valerie Kinbott - Fluffy angst - Valerie finds Larissa dancing in her office | also on AO3 

- Unscrupolous - Laurel Gates/ Sheriff Galpin - Darkfic, Emotional Manipulation. | only on AO3

- Time, and other hazy concepts - adult Wednesday / Larissa Weems | Weird, stream of consciousness fic | also on AO3 

- The Painter (Larissa Weems Snippet) - super short ficlet focused on Larissa’s past as a model for a painter. TW: Drug use mentions, off-screen death.| Only on Tumblr.

- New Teacher in Town (Larissa Weems x Melissa Schemmenti) | Crossover Wednesday/Abbott Elementary. | Mel is the new hire in Nevermore. Larissa has some issues with it.| also on  AO3

- Happy Birthday, Blondie! (Larissa x Melissa)  | Crossover Wednesday/Abbott Elementary. | Also on AO3

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Requests for Larissa, Marilyn, Laurel, Morticia (with potential Reader mixed in) fanfictions are open! Here are my rules/ what I'm not comfortable writing. Also, know that I write excruciatingly slowly, so it might take a while for me to get your request out.

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Random. But do you have any star wars fic recs ? Fics recs of any kind are welcome actually ^_^

Oh, uh, sure.

Let's see, I've mentioned @chancecraz a bunch of times, I love all their stuff, if I had to pick a favorite I'd say Of Queens, Knights, and Pawns but how does one really choose?

I've also mentioned @fialleril and Double Agent Vader, which really got me into the SWs fandom in the first place. I love everything I have ever learned, it hits me so hard in the feels each time. (I also really loved Sigyn's Saga if we're also talking not-SW stuff.)

I enjoyed The Desert Sun series by @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning. (I will be honest, I have only read the first series I have not started Rise and Fall.) It's engaging and fun and thoughtful.

doing it by my lonesome and staring down the barrel of the hot sun by magneticwave are two fun Luke/Din stories featuring appropriately cute Grogu. I also liked pages filled with scribbled ink, which is an epistolary Padmé/Obi-Wan fic that had me cackling. (their non-SW stuff is good too, I especially enjoyed just me against the sky)

Other...serious(?) recs include: The Wingless Dragon by husborth if you like being sad and horrified about Vader's bad choices. Food Scandal by Malicean for some situational hilarity and for lots of OC perspective on Imperial bureaucracy (my other weakness aside from politics). PRojects IN Controlled Environments by Beth Winters for Imperial R&D bureaucracy, more situational hilarity, and very relatable coworker nonsense.

More silly/fun premises include: Compromising by samvelg, which inspired me to write a (very different) Piett POV of Luke and Vader nonsense. Memo: Jedi Maintenance (The Care and Feeding of Your Jetii) by RainofLittleFishes is exactly what it says and what you would hope for from such a title. Luke Skywalker is Altogether Too Likeable by Mokulule is another Piett POV of Skywalker nonsense.

As far as Non-Star Wars recs

It would be a crime and sin if I didn't mention Embers by Vathara , an Avatar the Last Airbender fic which honestly changed my life and how my brain was shaped.

World Ain't Ready by @idiopathicsmile is a Les Mis fic I've gone back to a few times. The dialogue is just really good. I spend a lot of the fic laughing, and also screaming at the characters.

I fell absurdly in love with Second person familiar, I think because it tickles some part of me that just dies over linguistics, and I'm a fan of pretty much everything @jackironsides has done for The Witcher.

Salvage by @muffinlance is a very fun Avatar the Last Airbender fic about Zuko getting reluctantly adopted by Hakoda (it's so good).

Finding the Line by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday is a Batfam fic that sort of ruined me at one point, it's fine. (I enjoy their other stuff too.)

The Angel of Hell's Kitchen by MarbleGlove is a Daredevil fic. I don't really go here, but this was about social structures, bureaucracy, and doing the work, and we all know I can't help myself.

Reconstruction by rageprufrock is the story of Stephanie Rogers, but like, it's Pru writing it. So. Characters are great. World building is great. Tension and longing and grief are great. I cannot stress enough how good the academic and news article asides are. Like, it's good. Incomplete, but so good.

Ordinary Numbers by BootsnBlossoms and Kryptaria, a James Bond fic that I keep coming back to because I too would be a sucker for someone who sent me needlessly expensive gifts.

And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets is a Supernatural fic about poetry. I am not in this fandom, but again, my weakness for language gets me every time.

ever fallen in love (on national TV)? by ganymede_elegy is a GoT Jonsa modern Bachelor AU and...guys I cannot express how much I Do Not Go here, and how much I still recommend this fic. Like, it's just...I don't know. It worked. In spite of me knowing nothing about GoT or The Bachelor. wtf

survival of the fittest by cywscross is a short Naruto fic about a very unpleasant adventure for Sakura and Shikarmaru that just...worked. As a story. Dunno, I just really like it.

I could be wrong, I could be ready by harryromper is a Harry/Draco fic where they are disasters and traumatized, and it is about healing and building houses as a metaphor for overcoming trauma, and it's fine, I'm fine.

eternity will be born from hope by theseviolentdelights99 is a Yuri!!! on Ice fic that is about a time traveling Yuuri who (you'll never guess) goes back in time and does bureaucracy in his hometown and his sport to help the people that he loves. The unreliable narrator is excellent, the social media asides are wonderful, and it's not complete but it is exactly my poison.

(Wow, this is so long and all over the place...)