#reaver smut

[nothanksehh]

The Rooms - A 5 Part Series

Hi all! I have been wanting to do more writing lately and I got an idea for a short series of absolute smut. Hardly any plot. Many big o's. These pairings are with my four favorites from my favorite books, these groups answer the question, "If you could put four people in a room and do whatever you wanted with them who would you pick?"

A Trial of Lust- Rhysand, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien X Reader

You find yourself wandering the streets of Velaris at night on your way to Rita’s. You never expected to run into the inner circle, let alone find them on their free night.

A Banquet of Lakes- Rowan, Dorian, Manon, Fenrys X Reader

It's a beautiful time of year in Terrasin, you can't help but want to find a lake to take a swim in. It becomes an even more beautiful day when you are found by those who want to picnic near your lake.

A Game of Kings- Ruhn, Ithan, Aidas, Tharion X Reader

Playing card games in small towns has always made you happy. When a card game goes wrong, what will you do to distract your opponents?

A Lesson in Riding- Xaden, Sawyer, Liam, Dain X Reader

You had always heard that Dragon Riders know how to ride well. You couldn't help but want to venture out of the Healers Quadrant and experience it for yourself.

A Taste of Obedience- Casteel, Kieran, Delano, Reaver X Reader

You knew that being good was something you were not good at. One day your friends decide they have finally had enough and decide to give you a taste of the good life.

[fa1rysugar]

If Evil Why Hot?

Reaver x Afab! Female Reader.

I see no one write for him or anyone from fable 3 soo if ya simp for anyone in that game lmk send a request in cause I simp for like all of them.

Trigger Warnings: Degradation, praise, use of good girl, Reaver (he's a whole warning), choking, spit, bad writing, dom reaver, pet names (my dear, sweetheart, whore, slut, and pet.) and hair pulling.

Requests are open! Read rules and character list before requesting!

He was evil. He caused the suffering of so many. He has killed so many. He tried to kill you. So why did you find yourself so attracted to him. He offered to sleep with you in a way. Sure he offered to have a threescore with you and Page, but he probably wouldn't mind if it was just you. Hopefully. You took a deep breath waiting for his response after you proposed you offer.

“Hmm? You want to sleep with me?” He smirked. An eyebrow cocked. Your face was so flushed as you nodded. “Words sweetheart.” He said leaning forward on his desk.

“Yes. Please.” You asked your voice full of desperation. He smirked looking up at you through lidded eyes.

“Wow, such a noble hero wanting to sleep with me? I don't think that's very hero like sweetheart. I suppose I could consider your offer.” He smiled watching your frustration grow rubbing your thighs together. “Oh well I suppose I could indulge.” He said standing up one of his hands coming to your chin lifting it up. The other taking his hat off and setting it on his desk. He gave you a quick kiss. Taking your hand.

“Well my dear, let's head to my quarters.” He said leading you though his enormous Castel to his quarters. Letting you walk in. You looked down shyly. Why were you so shy? He did this every other day. You wouldn't be surprised if he has slept with every noble in the country.

“No need to be shy sweetheart.” He said locking his door and letting his hands rest on your waist. Pulling you towards him kissing you. One of his hands running through your hair. He kissed you again his hands traveling to undo your blouse. You arms wrapping around his neck. He broke the kiss taking your blouse and bra off. Your breath hitched as his eyes scanned over your body a sense of insecurity coming over you.

“Gorgeous.” He said his hands coming to cup your breasts squeezing at them. Playing with your nipples making them turn hard. Uncupping one of bringing his mouth to it locking at your nipple. The hand holding your other breast fondling with your other nipplenas he suited on the other one. His free hand holding your waist. You whimpered as he sucked and licked at your nipple. After a while he switched to the other nipple giving it the same treatment. He pulled away after sucking your nipples almost raw. He was amazing. Your breath heavy. As he took his shirt off. Having some tattoos and some scars on his toned chest. He started to undo his trousers. He took his boxers and trousers off. His hands going to undo your trousers. He too, your underwear and trousers off leaving both of you bare. He kissed you again lowering you on the bed.

“So pretty. Such a pretty pet.” He said one of his fingers proving at your entrance, you were already so wet. “So wet, such a whore.” He said rubbing your clit pushing one finger into your entrance. Moving it in and out as he kissed you again pushing his tounge into your mouth. Adding a second finger into your hole. Kissing you again as he fingered you and prepared you for his cock. After a while he pulled his fingers out making you whine at the loss of contract. Kissing you as he pushed his cock into you making you moan out. The stretch deliciously painful. He waited a few moments before starting to move. His thrusts harsh and fast. The bed creaking as you moaned into his mouth. As he bit and sucked at your neck.

“Such a slut sucking me in. Fucking the main one of your allies hates.” He says thrusting hard. Kissing you again biting at your lip. “open sweetheart.” He says, you oblige open your mouth. He takes a second before spitting into your mouth. “Swallow” He says. You oblige swallowing as his thrusts wavered from his normal pace.

“Gonna cum sweetheart. Wanna be a good girl and cum with me? Yeah, gonna let me fill ya up?” He asks smiling down at you kissing you again before thrusting into you one more time making you cum around his cock as his cock squirted cum into you pussy. He took a second before pulling out laying next to you pulling you to his chest.

“Such a good girl. Yeah, let's lay here for a while.” He says kissing your forehead.

English is not my first language grammar and spelling mistakes might occur. I apologize for the inconvenience.

A/N: I'm so mad we can't sleep with this man in game even though he offers. It's so rude and so mean of the game developers. Ya can't let the dude offer then not let us.

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[myao3ficlinksalbme94]

So, I'm kinda like... mainly gay, MxM, fanfic writer right, and genuinely avoid writing any sexual parts with women, like naked parts...

And yet, I wrote a Reaver x Hero Queen from fable

BUT not in like a romantic way, it kind started like a small "haha" fic and then it went a tiny bit deeper (😏) and somehow turned into straight sex🤨

Very consent ofc, and is basically kinda like... a step by step how to pleasure a woman😅

So if that sounds interesting...

[obscure-imaginations]

Legacy of Kinks (AKA Kain's Kinks)

18+ only below! TW for mentions of blood, degradation, and painplay.

-Power exchange, in almost any form. Master/pet, master/slave, any form of dom/sub, he loves it. He could get off on his own feelings of power. He's always respectful of your limits and never does anything you haven't negotiated. He loves it when you sit at his feet while he sits on his throne.

-Exhibitionism. He loves showing you off, especially to his lieutenants. 'This is mine and no one can touch it' is his message when he fucks you on his throne. Sometimes he'll have you suck him off during a meeting and he'll be completely calm, acting as if everything is normal- go ahead and try to crack his exterior, he'd love to see what you try.

-Teasing. Kain is a tease, and it's entirely unfair! He'll rile you up and act blissfully unaware of your horniness. He wants you to break, to be on your hands and knees begging for him to satisfy you. He loves the power he has over you.

-Sensation play. Kain loves getting to know your body, in every way possible. He'll run a feather over you and then scratch you with his claws in the next moment, anything to keep you on edge. Bonus points if you're blindfolded and/or tied up.

-He's not actually one for bondage, but he'd be happy to indulge you. He's an expert in rope tying, making a beautiful web around your body. He can easily untie you if something happens, and by that I mean he'll tear through the rope. If he wants you still, he usually uses his telekinesis or order you to keep your arms to yourself, and see how long you last without moving.

-Edging. This goes with his teasing- he's unfair and he knows it. He'll scold you about patience when you whine, calling it 'a test in discipline'. When he does let you cum, though, it's always explosive after an edging session- it makes the torture worth it.

-In that same vein, orgasm control and denial. You can't cum without his permission, no matter how hard you try.

-Dacryphilia. He'll make you cry from denial or overstimulation, no in-between. He licks your tears up and croons about how good you're doing, sugaring over the torment he puts your body through.

-He likes both praise and degradation, depending on what you like. He'll call you his filthy breeding bitch and his perfect little submissive in the same breath. He leans more towards degradation, but if that puts you off, he's super sweet in his praises.

-Pain play. He'll never put you in *actual* danger, mind you, but he loves scratching his claws just enough to hurt. He'll draw blood if you request it. He loves sinking his teeth in your neck, puncturing if you want him to. He also loves putting you over his lap to spank you.

-Primal play. His rules are as follows: evade him for the agreed amount of time and you get to do whatever you want to him. He catches you, he gets to do whatever he wants to you. You've never won, and never will. Sometimes he gives you the decency of taking you back home before his has his way, sometimes he'll fuck you in the woods without a problem.

-Aftercare. Not quite a kink, but Kain adores it. Once he's done taking care of you, he needs aftercare from you in form of words. Tell him how amazing he is, how perfect he felt against you. He needs it.

[neithergodsnormen]

Dalton Tag Drop

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[musetember]

your generation has, like, zero attention span for epic tales

Questies! Welcome to Musetember, our prompt challenge during September based on the Ancient Greek muses and the ways their stories and themes can inspire fanfiction and art. 

We have nine different themed prompts and a special tenth - The Chorus - that invites you to participate through commenting or lists of recommendations.

Unfamiliar with the muses? We’ll take you on a journey through them all. Every muse inspires, but each has a domain that resonates with her the most. Write a story that embodies the muse who speaks to you most strongly, or write something inspired by each one in turn. You can interpret their domains as broadly or as literally as you like; the main thing is to create in whatever way feels best to you. 

Calliope invites you to tell us an epic tale. Whether it’s the final battle between good and evil on Andowyne or a re-telling of an ancient legend from the old gods and heroes of our world, this is your chance to go ageless and big. What’s an epic tale? Classically these were long works like The Odyssey, passed down in stories upon stories. Don’t have the attention span for a tale quite that epic in length? Maybe your tale is epic in scale or ambition, rather than word count.

Melpomene looks deep into your heart and asks you, what is the worst that could happen? The muse of tragedy, she has seen over and over again the ruinous and inescapable paths people create for themselves and the ones they love. How could Sorsha doom her daughter to a loveless marriage? When hope is lost, what survives?

Thalia is here to make you laugh. With her, it’s time to embrace the most ridiculous premises, the silliest goobers and the bawdiest jokes you can imagine. Really revel in the humorous side of Willow, a comedy of errors, even a vaudeville au - just don’t forget that happy ending. 

Erato - more like E-rated! Erato is the muse of erotica, so it’s time to get your smut on. Write a moment of intense passion, of aching desire, of the deepest, horniest bond imaginable. 

Clio is your invitation to look into the past. As the muse of history, she’ll be with you whether you’re exploring the story of the first six fey to be cast out of the Grove, or if you’re deep in the research for a historical au in our world. 

Polyhymnia welcomes you to explore religion and ritual. Speak to us of the Order of the Wyrm, of beliefs that shape the lives of the Bone Reavers… or of Catholic schoolgirls just trying to catch a moment together. 

Euterpe sings. The stage is set and the orchestra is waiting - it’s time to celebrate music. Embrace the inspiration found in song lyrics, in band dynamics, in a brand new video edit, or ask yourself: does Kit really know how to play those instruments in her room?

Terpsichore extends her hand to draw you into a dance. From sexy grinding in a modern au to an aching slow dance in the rain, dance can be about self-expression or tight, rigid control. 

Urania looks far beyond this world and draws your attention to the stars, to the two moons lighting up the sky. The muse of astronomy is as present in the far reaches of the galaxy in a sci-fi au as she is in the constellation of Jade’s freckles.

Finally, we come to the Chorus. In Ancient Greek works, the Chorus often represents a voice speaking to or with the audience, a bridge between the world of the story and the world outside it. The Chorus is vital. Without their commentary, something important is lost from a story. Those who comment on fanfiction as just as important - you readers are part of this challenge too! Tell the writers what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling. Leave a comment on a favourite story that fits the thematic domain of each muse. Write up a rec list for your favourite muse, and share your favourites so that others can discover them and dive in.

Rules and some specific writing challenges below the read more!

Writing Challenges: 

Still needing more inspiration? There are different ways you can approach this. You can write whatever style your heart wants, or you could try your hand at one of these challenges that interpret the muses’ calls in different ways. 

The Fragment Challenge Write a drabble of 100 words, or write multiple drabbles as if they were glimpses into the same story with missing pieces in between. For artists, share a fragment of a work in progress - anything unfinished!

The Epistolary Challenge Write in the form of letters, a diary, newspaper clippings, social media posts… Or how about Nockmaar’s trip advisor?

The Lost Scene Challenge Write or draw a scene we missed out on in canon, or a scene that gives the impression it is part of a longer, unwritten fic.

All of these give you a fun way to explore the things you choose not to tell the audience, and play off the Ancient Greek theme that our muses inspire. 

Rules/FAQ

How long does the challenge last?

From September 1, 2024 until Oct 6, 2024.

How do I share my cool stuff?

If it's a fanwork appropriate for AO3, we'd love it if you added it to the challenge AO3 collection, which will be open until the challenge ends!

What pairings apply? Is this just Tanthamore?

This challenge is open to all Willow fanworks! You can create things for any prompt with any character or characters from Willow, you can write different pairings, you can do whatever you want forever. Just make sure that your fics are tagged appropriately!

Can my work be any rating?

Yes absolutely! Write the most E-rated thing your little heart desires, just tag it as such so readers can decide for themselves what they'd like to engage with.

Can it be any length?

Sure! There is no minimum or maximum word limit.

Does it have to be based in Willow canon?

Nope - it can be canon, canon-divergent, or any kind of AU you would like to write!

Does it have to be finished?

Nope, not at all. If one of the prompts inspires you to start a long fic, you are still totally welcome to add it to the collection during September and carry on working on it after the challenge is over.

[writing-my-time]

Meet Me in the Bathroom

Donald Pierce X F!Reader This is the first time I've ever posted anything I've written to Tumblr! This is written for @toxicanonymity's Boyd-a-thon, which was almost perfect timing considering he's become my new blorbo. Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: 18+, Smut with minimal plot, alcohol, semi-public sex, fingering, light spanking, over-use of pet names, unprotected sex. Summary: Not even five minutes into your drink, Donald invites you to 'catch-up' in the bathroom. You agree.

Tap tap tap. Tap. The sound is aggravating, the sight even more so.

Donald Pierce slides next to you, practically peacocking his chest out as his robotic digits thrum against the bar table. Each tap of his fingers on the wood makes your eye twitch. Apparently, there’s no escaping the Reaver’s ringleader, not even in a bar right on the outskirts of Laguna Vista. You’ve only been nursing your drink for about five minutes, before he’s made his way over to you. Not even enough time to feel a buzz. He’s got that stupid grin on his face. The one where his gold tooth glints, contrasting his otherwise pearly whites. As the man leans forward, pulling down his red shades to reveal his steely blue eyes, you can’t help but roll your own. Your wordless exchange is one you’ve shared before, though it’s far too early for the two of you to make your way back to wherever he’s staying.

“Oh, c’mon, angel.” He clicks his tongue before sipping his whiskey. “Ain’t like you to refuse a piece.”

You almost choke on your drink, not wanting to stroke the man’s ego with a laugh. Watching as he folds his glasses and tucks them into his jacket pocket, you can’t help but rest your eyes on his chain necklace — Donald notices, chuckling to himself as he leans a little further forward. The chain you’d been admiring now dangles gently off his skin, glimmering slightly as the dim lights of the bar catch it swaying. Soon enough, his whiskied breath hits the shell of your ear, breaking you from your trance.

“I ain’t asking for you to stay the night, princess. Just hoping you’d meet me in the bathroom in a minute or two.” He’s almost pouting, the dirtbag. “Like old times?”

“The fucking bathroom, Don? That’s disgusting” You growl through a whisper.

“Didn’t stop you in New Mexico. Or Lake Charles, or-” “Christ, fine. I’ll be there in a minute.”

God damn it. You chew down on your lip, shutting your eyes to avoid the cocky eyebrow wriggle he’s most likely doing. Why did that work on you? Why does he work on you? Goosebumps pimple your skin as he pulls away. Like you expected, he’s wiggling his eyebrows. Without another word, he shifts off of his seat, swaggering away to the bathrooms, looking back at you with a smirk, he slips an ‘out-of-order’ sign onto the door of the disableds. You swing back your drink with haste.

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It takes about two minutes for you to convince yourself to actually follow him. Quickly, you make your way across the room in an effort to stay unnoticed by the bar’s other patrons - though, they all seem too wrapped up in their own business to notice two people entering the same bathroom. As you push open the creaky door, you’re met almost instantly with the strong frame of Donald Pierce. Both flesh and cybernetic hands make their way down your sides, and his predatory grip tightens around your waist. Pulling you into the bathroom entirely, Don kicks the door closed with his foot before pressing you up against the cold wood. You still have enough time to look around the bathroom before his lips latch onto your neck. Like you suspected, it wasn’t exactly clean. 

The walls have some kind of mold growing up the side, and in truth, the floor is no better. God knows what the actual amenities look like. There’s a faint droning of the harsh fluorescent light above you, but that holds nothing in comparison to the sound of Don’s throaty chuckle as his hands begin to guide you over the sink.

“You’re not bending me over that thing.” You try to dig in your heels, but you know he’s far too strong to be stopped. That, and you don’t really want him to. “Don, it’s filthy.”

“Stop whining.”

“Don, you’re not fucking me-”

“-I said stop whining.” He cuts your protests off short, turning and forcing you to grip the sides of the decrepit sink as he pushes you against it. “Now, be a good girl and look in the mirror.”

Hearing his order makes your cheeks burn, and you lift your head to catch his image in the mirror. You watch the reflection with shaky breath as Don hikes your skirt up and drags your panties halfway down your thighs. With your eyes focusing on Don, you catch him throwing his head back, growling in frustration to himself before he unbuckles his belt. He drags his tongue over his teeth, flitting his eyes between the sight of your warmth, slick and wanting, and your blushing face in the mirror.

“Wish I could take my time with you.” He admits with a growl, lazily pushing the waistband of his pants under his balls, pumping his cock a few times in preparation. “Shit, I’d worship your pussy if you let me, angel. But we don’t got time.”

You’re about to quip back to him that it was his choice to fuck in the bathroom, but the air is forced out of your lungs as he delves two freezing cold metal fingers into your pink slit. Already, you know he’s not planning on keeping his cybernetic digits there for long; simply working your wetness enough to make room for his thickness. When a moan threatens to escape your lips, you have to remove your gaze from the mirror entirely. Don clicks his tongue, hastily pulling his hand away from your core. “Thought I told you to look, pretty girl.” The southern man reaches forward and grips your jaw, steering your head back to the direction of the mirror. 

Once again, you’re met with your own reflection. You watch through half-lidded eyes as Don grips his length in his hand, coating it in the slick he had gathered from your core. It’s mesmerizing, the way his tip is already red and weeping in his tight grasp. He knows you’re looking, and rewards your focus with a gentle love tap of his cock against your folds. If you weren’t so worked up, you’d bark at him to get a condom, but that’s more time you don’t want to lose. After a heated exhale from Don, he pushes forward. 

While this isn’t the first time his girth has invaded your walls, the pure thickness of him forces a choked gasp from deep within your chest. The man has yet to move, instead he dips his head down, clearly in his own bubble of ecstasy while your wetness envelops him with ease. Don’s hands grip your hips with enough strength to leave bruises, and without warning the Reaver pulls himself completely out, only to ram himself back in. His pace is vicious; the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the dingy bathroom. All you can do is bite down on your lip in a desperate attempt to stay quiet, watching through glassy eyes as Donald’s reflection fucks into you with a snarl. 

“Fuck, angel,” He rasps, catching your eyes in the mirror. “Don't you look so pretty takin’ my cock like this?”

You nod, earning a harsh slap to your ass with his flesh hand.

“Words, baby. You know I like that pretty lil’ voice of yours.”

“I look pretty.” You manage to squeak out through high-pitched whimpers.

“Good girl.” 

His praise is accentuated by his cybernetic hand snaking around your waist and slipping between your soaked folds. Finding your clit, he circles it with an equally brutal pace as his thrusts. There's a knot in your stomach, and already you’re feeling it begin to snap. It's as if he knows, digging his free hand in your hip for better leverage to fuck you even harder; now hitting deep enough inside you to make you need to scream. Instead, you clamp your teeth down around your hand, moaning into the bitten skin. You're so close it hurts.

“Does my pretty girl wanna cum?”

Again, you nod. This time you don't get spanked. When you focus on the mirror, you see Don's face begin to twist into pure bliss. He's close too. In his one moment of being a gentleman, he clearly wants you to cum first, or at least at the same time. Throwing his head back, Don lets out a low growl.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Let me feel it.”

On command, your body spasms, a quick and powerful release clamping down around him while you whine into your hand. You can't help but squint your eyes shut, feeling the final staggered thrusts from Don before he pulls out with barely enough time to spare. All you can hear is his throaty grunts, right before thick ropes of his release coat your ass. He slumps over your body for a moment, syncing with your own heavy breaths before finally pulling back and admiring his work. The reaver gives your left cheek a gentle smack before pulling your skirt back down over it. He's pocketed your panties. Jerk. As you pull back with shaky legs, you aren't surprised to see he's already tucked himself back in, zipping up his fly as your eyes meet his. Can't exactly have pillow talk in a disabled bathroom, can you? The look he gives you isn't one you've seen before, but you can guess what it means.

“Gotta go?” You assume, finally exhaling a stable breath.

“You know it, angel. Nature of the job.” He shoots you the same shit eating grin as before, making sure to add in a wink this time for good measure.

With that, Donald exits the bathroom without so much as a goodbye. You rest your arms back against the sink, shaking your head as you laugh at your own expense. A minute later, you follow suit, creaking open the toilet door and removing the out-of-order sign. The man is nowhere to be seen, leaving an empty feeling you’d much prefer to drink away than acknowledge. When you head back to your original seat at the bar, the tender sets down a pretty pink cocktail with a note.

See you later, pretty girl. - D. x ---

Thank you for reading! Feedback, thoughts, and other ideas welcome. Maybe more Holbrook boy fics in the future :) Big thank you to @justeverythingprettymuch for hyping me up to post this <3

[colormepurplex2]

On Wings of Mist & Memories | JJK

▻ On Wings of Mist & Memories ↳ DragonRider!Jungkook x FieldScribe!f.Reader ⤜ Exiled Royalty, High Fantasy AU ⤜ Enemies to Lovers | Angst, smut, fluff ⤜ Rating: MA ⤜ WC: 39,753 ⤜ Summary: You’re a Psion—disguised Field Scribe—of the Golden Kingdom of Bolas, attached to the Front Wing Infantry. After an ambush from the sky rips down the safe walls around you, you find yourself at the mercy of a brutal man, his dragon, and his shadows. ⚠️ Crass language, combat/violence, minor character deaths, talk of war, brief nudity (nonsexual, mostly), sexual references and feelings, flashback minor character death, mild sexual tension, suggestive inner thoughts, lots of sexual tension, crude banter, fingering, kissing, dirty talk, teasing, shadow penetration/sex (it's exactly what you're probably thinking it is: fun af), lots of praise, sexual pleading/begging, endearingly awkward sexual tension, shameless flirting, oral m. receiving, shadow clit play, nipple pinching/teasing, v. sex, mild cum play & eating, multiple orgasms, sad feelings/thoughts of the future, fighting, mild violence, implied minor character death, minor character terminal sickness that leads to off-page death, talk of forced bonds, heartache, pregnancy, off-page childbirth Each chapter will have specific warnings listed.

Chapter 1: Shadowsword

Chapter 2: Oath Breaker

Chapter 3: Burnished Heart

Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ August 2023 “A Love Like War” Writing Event.

A special thank you to @hisunshiine @downbad4yoongi & @peachiilovesot7 for being the best betas!

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

Glossary/Map Mave - dragon rider who can wield magic, tethered to the soul of their dragon when they bond (death for both if one dies) Psion - infinite memory/recall Reaver - a dragon that can wield magic, tethered to the soul of the rider they bond (death for both if one dies) Noks - infantry soldiers, humanoids who can enter berserk/rage mode Rider - regular dragon rider, no magic, uses bows or scouts Brute - riderless dragon, usually wild and very dangerous Wielder - magic user, no dragon needed Signis - the designated/specific type of power someone wields Helnite - metal ore that can cut off magic from its user Golden Blight - incurable blood disease

◅ Back to Main Master List ©️   2023-08  ColorMePurplex2

[e-dubbc11]

Always love a good sleepover 😆❤️

So.... I hope you're ready to have another go at Donald Pierce, cause I would love to request "Ah, so you aren't heartless after all" and "Whatever happens, don't let go of my hand."

And twist? Reader is a mutant... pretty please 🫣❤️

My lovely Lily,

I do love how you like to push me out of my comfort zone just a little bit. I had a hard time coming up with a mutant power for this but once I figured it out, I got really excited! So you asked for Donald Pierce and a Mutant Reader, I hope I did justice to your ask. 😘♥️

Under the Influence

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Donald Pierce x F! Mutant Reader

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ PLEASE or I’m telling on you!) Oral F! Receiving, P in V sex, some fluff, some angst, some swear words.

Word Count: 3.2K-ish

Summary: Living a low key life in Mexico, you meet Chief of Security at Alkali-Transigen, Donald Pierce. But you haven’t told him what you are, you’re afraid to.

A/N: This is my second time writing for Pierce. I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The business card you were holding in your hand felt expensive, thick card stock, raised lettering, but there wasn’t a lot printed on it.

Alkali-Transigen

Donald Pierce

Chief of Security

The card had two phone numbers on it, his cell phone and the main phone number for Alkali-Transigen. Aside from being a little bit scary, Donald Pierce was very attractive, charming, and sweet, although he would NEVER let anyone else see that side of him.

He put on his tough exterior when he barked orders at his Reavers but with you, he turned on his charm and that southern drawl pulled you in like a moth to a flame.

You worked at a local school, teaching English and after a particular tough day, Donnie and his Reavers walked into the bar you and some co-workers were having a drink at.

It didn’t take him long to approach you and even though he wasn’t necessarily your type, you felt butterflies in your stomach when he did. His mechanical arm startled you at first, the sight of it made you recoil slightly.

“You ain’t gotta worry about that, darlin’. It ain’t gonna hurt ya. I’m just a little bit enhanced, is all.” He said with a sly smile, moving the fingers of the bionic arm back and forth as he talked.

It’s only natural that being in Mexico, the drink of choice was tequila and Donnie liked good tequila, the kind you can slowly sip on, let it roll around on your tongue, and enjoy. You let him choose the tequila and it did not disappoint.

His sky blue eyes gazing at you as he took a sip from his glass, he never looked away from you, and hung on your every word.

After a couple of drinks, he and his Reavers left but he left you wanting more. That slow sexy voice sent shivers down your spine as he traced a line from your shoulder to your wrist with just one finger. ONE FINGER had you falling apart, had you clenching your thighs together, and had you desperately wanting to see him again.

**********

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you stared at that card, your fingers gently brushed against the raised letters and you said out loud, “Transigen.” Suddenly your eyes welled up with tears and you gnashed your teeth thinking about that place, thinking about what they do to the children in there and remembering what they did to you when you were inside those walls.

You still had nightmares sometimes, waking in the middle of the night to find your sheets and your clothes soaked with sweat and rubbing your wrist like it was still attached. The bracelet they had put on you to prevent you from using your powers on anyone.

They weren’t obvious to anyone now but when you were a child, you would use your powers of manipulation to get what you wanted. Once, your younger sister was bothering you so you put your hand on her and told her to go out back and run around the tree until you told her to stop.

You parents came home to find her running in circles around the tree and so dizzy, she couldn’t see straight.

“Sissy told me to do it! And I tried to stop but I couldn’t!!” She had sobbed to your parents.

Eventually, you had become too much to handle. You set out to try and control anyone that you could get your hands on, literally, and your parents had enough of your antics.

Listening from the top of the stairs one night, you heard your parents talking, your father holding a piece of paper in his hand.

“Maybe we should call them. They could help her; it says so right here.” He said, pointing to the flyer.

They didn’t want to “help” you but they were very interested in you and promised to take VERY good care of you. They had never seen someone that could influence someone just by putting a finger on them so they wanted to study you, they ran tests, hooked you up to machines, and took your blood.

Even when they didn’t need you anymore, they didn’t let you go.

You had to escape and you did. The only time they took your bracelet off was when you were showering. Manipulating your handlers was easy and you couldn’t believe you didn’t do it sooner but the damage was already done.

That place was wretched; you were elated and relieved to have escaped but you felt terrible for the other children that were still there and you can’t imagine it’s any different now than it was then so you were torn.

On one hand you hated that place and everything to do with it but you also really liked Donald. What were you supposed to do? Damn him and his handsome face and sexy smile.

You dialed his number and he answered right away.

“Well hey there, y/n.” He said.

You could tell he was smiling.

“How did you know it was me?” You asked.

“Oh I didn’t know for sure, but I was hopin’ it was.” Said Donald.

You chuckled into the phone and felt yourself running strands of your hair in between your fingers while talking to him. He wanted to know if he could take you out after work tomorrow and you happily agreed.

In the corner of a dimly lit restaurant, you had a nice dinner and talked…a lot. You asked him what exactly he did for work.

“Well that group that came into the bar with me, the Reavers? Yeah, anyone that escapes the facility, they send us out to bring ‘em back. A bunch of years ago, a teenager escaped from right under their noses and since then, security has been really tight. I don’t really care for mutants all that much but I guess I wouldn’t wanna be stuck in that place either.” He said, taking a sip of his drink.

He was talking about you. Your muscles stiffened and your face went stoic. “I don’t really care for mutants all that much but I guess I wouldn’t wanna be stuck in that place either.” His words were cold but with just a hint of compassion. He was making this really difficult.

“Ah, so you aren’t heartless after all.” You said with a warm smile.

Donnie let out a little laugh. “Nah, I’m not heartless darlin’. Sometimes I have to use a little force bringin’ them back, I don’t like doin’ it but if I don’t bring ‘em back, I don’t get paid. It’s…well, it’s my job.” He said.

How would he react if you told him what you are? You had gently touched him at dinner, nestled next to each other in a corner booth but you hadn’t even thought about manipulating him once even though you had plenty of opportunities to do so.

Donnie asked you questions too, but you had to lie about certain parts of your life; you just weren’t ready to tell him yet. How could you after what he told you? After finding out who he works for and what he does for them, there was no way you could tell him just yet.

**********

Your relationship with Donnie escalated pretty quickly after that first date. It was hard to stay away from him. He would show up at the school where you worked, the kids all loved him and he was really nice to them.

He didn’t brush them off or ignore them, he would ALWAYS talk to them when he visited. They all loved his bionic arm and his skull and crossbones tattoo, they thought he was absolutely fascinating.

It made you fall for him even harder.

“Lemme see your eyes, Donnie.” You commanded. “You’re always wearing those sunglasses, I wanna see those dreamy blue eyes.”

“Well sweetheart, you’re the only one that I would take orders from.” He said with a smile, his gold tooth shining in the dim light of your apartment.

Gently cupping his cheek, you leaned over to kiss him, the bristles of his beard scratched your chin as he kissed you back and your heart fluttered when he pulled you into his lap.

Parting your lips with his tongue, he kissed you with passion, cradling your head with his hand and his mechanical hand touching your waist. The cold metal still surprised you every time especially when it touched the warm skin on your stomach.

“Ya know somethin’, darlin’? When I’m with you, I feel like this is where I’m supposed to be. I can’t explain it.” He said.

You knew you never ever used your powers on Donnie, you’ve never made him feel anything for you than he already did so what was this feeling that he was experiencing, that he couldn’t explain? Love? If you didn’t want to use your powers, you didn’t.

The control you had was perfect but you still wondered in the back of your mind if somehow you were influencing him in any way without knowing you were.

Moving to your bed, he explored your body with heated kisses from your lips down to your core. Taking his time, he makes sure you let out gasps of pleasure as his tongue circled your clit causing a hot fire to burn in the pit of your stomach before cries of his name fled from your mouth, soaking the sheet underneath you.

Settling himself in between your legs, he leaned down to kiss you, the taste of you on his tongue, he entered you slowly, stretching you out until he was buried to the hilt, your thighs clenching around him, waiting for him to move but not before you let out a strangled moan.

Buried deep in your pussy, he fucked you slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him before picking up the pace. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming into you again, your walls started to flutter around him. Growling in your ear and biting down on your neck, he praised you, telling you how good you feel and how tight you are.

“Don’t come for me yet, baby. You feel so good.” He said through clenched teeth.

Donnie’s metal arm felt cool against the soft skin on the inside of your wrist as goosebumps erupted across your body. He had both of your hands pinned above your head, his grip on your wrists tightened, your orgasm still building, you were so close.

Arching your back away from the bed, his head buried deep in the crook of your neck, you felt his warm breath fan across your throat and chest.

His name escaped your mouth over and over again, and your knees started to tremble from the overstimulation. He ceased his movements every time he felt your walls flutter around him, grinning like a devil because he liked delaying your gratification.

You whine softly in his ear.

“Donnie, I’m so close. Please!” You begged.

“Come for me, darlin’.” He purred in your ear.

Your release came hard and fast like a wave crashing on shore, making you slightly dizzy. Sinful noises escaped your lips as your body continued to spasm uncontrollably. His climax wasn’t far behind yours and he cursed out loud before collapsing on top of you.

Both of you breathing heavily, Donnie moved a stray hair away from your face, fiercely pressed his lips to yours and gave you a sly smile.

It was probably the best sex you’d ever had…and he knew it. The last thing you remember is falling asleep with your hand on his chest and a smile on your face.

**********

You felt rough callused fingers on one shoulder and cold metal on the other, a distant voice saying, “Wake up, darlin’. You’re havin’ a nightmare. Come on baby, wake up.” Your eyes flew open, panic washed over you, the sheets getting tangled up in your limbs as you thrashed around. Donnie was trying to calm you; he didn’t want you to hurt yourself.

“Look at me, y/n! You’re safe, it’s ok.” He said with concern.

Panting, you replied, “Donnie? You’re here.” And pulled him into an embrace.

Smiling against your shoulder, he said, “Well of course I’m here, sweetheart. Where else would I be? Can you tell me what you were dreamin’ about?”

Holding onto him tightly, you realized that you shouldn’t keep it from him anymore.

“I have to tell you something, baby.” You said in a serious tone.

You started to explain yourself, how you were the one that escaped Transigen all those years ago, about the powers you had and how you used them to manipulate your way out of the facility.

Donnie looked at you in shock, almost like he didn’t believe what you were telling him.

“No…you can’t be her. Are you messin’ with me, baby?” He asked.

“You don’t believe me, do you.” You said, sternly.

He shook his head furiously.

“Pick up your knife, Donnie.” You commanded.

When he picked up the knife, you extended your hand and cupped his cheek. Silently, you told him to hold the knife to your throat and he did.

Donnie started to panic, watching himself hold a knife to your throat scared him. It was written all over his face.

“What’s happening, y/n?!! Why am I doing this? Stop it, stop it now!!” He shouted.

You touched his cheek again, this time telling him to drop the knife. Tears streaked down your cheeks and he recoiled from you, getting up off of the bed and continuing to shake his head in disbelief like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling.

“I-it was like I-I wanted to stop but I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t put my hand down. Have you been usin’ that on me the entire time?!!!” Shouted Donnie, angrily.

Visibly upset, you replied, “NO!! I have NEVER used it on you until just now, I swear! The day I met you, I didn’t touch you at all. I can’t influence people unless I touch them.”

“But after that. You didn’t make me, ya know, feel things for you? I don’t normally develop feelings like this.” He said.

“Feelings like what, Donnie?” You asked.

“Feelings like, well, like I think I might be in love with you!” He said, his voice trembling slightly.

“Might be?” You asked.

He stepped closer to the bed again. “I’ve never been in love before, I don’t know what it feels like.”

“I’ve never manipulated you, baby. Not once. I’ve never done it to someone I actually care about, well not anymore. Before I went away, I would mess with my parents and my sister ALL the time.” You said, letting out a little laugh.

He cracked a smile but his face went serious again and he told you he needed to clear his head. You begged him not to leave but he did anyway. You couldn’t blame him, actually. That’s a lot of information to take in especially knowing what he does for a living.

He hunts people like you, children like you and brings them to a facility where they’re experimented on. Was he supposed to just forget that you’re a mutant?

You were scared that you’d never see him again…he didn’t know but you loved him too.

**********

It was quiet the whole next day. No texts came in, no phone calls…nothing. Until later on that night, after your shower you heard a few knocks on your front door.

“Who—who’s there?” You asked with a hitch in your voice.

His slight southern drawl echoed from behind the door.

“It’s just me, darlin’.” He said.

“JUST you?” You asked.

“Of course, just me.” He said, curtly.

You unlocked the door, took the chain off and opened it. He stormed through with a look of anger all over his face.

“Why would you ask that?!” Asked Donnie.

Nervously, you replied, “I-I don’t know. It’s just—you work for them, Donnie. Your job is to bring people like me to them.”

“Sweetheart, I would NEVER bring you to them, EVER!” He said.

A deep exhale of relief escaped your lungs.

Donnie inched closer to you, the cold metal from his bionic arm touched your cheek and you didn’t flinch. It was the first time your reflexes didn’t get the best of you and didn’t retreat away from him.

“I’ve seen the others like you.” He said softly, gazing into your eyes.

You thought he just meant other mutants.

“Well yeah, Donnie. There are mutants all over that place.” You replied.

He shook his head, still holding your gaze.

“No, I don’t mean it like that. I meant the others with your…ability. They all have…” He paused.

Brushing his beard with your thumbs, you asked him, “They all have what, baby?”

“They all have…your eyes.” He whispered.

Your legs immediately started to shake and a rush of warmth moved across your chest. With sweat on your brow, Donnie immediately snaked his arms around your waist and led you over to the couch where you tried to process what he just said to you.

“What?” You asked.

“I asked around today. They’re not as powerful as you are but they were created from…your DNA. They got what they wanted from you so that’s why they never bothered to try and bring you back after you escaped.” He told you.

A wave of nausea hit you like a ton of bricks and your insides felt like they were twisted in knots.

“I never told anyone what happened to me in there because I just wanted to forget that place but we can’t leave them in there, Donnie. I have to go to the authorities or go in there myself—“ You said before he cut you off.

“Whoa, no—no, I am not lettin’ you near that place, darlin’. Absolutely not.” He said. “I will go with ya to the authorities and then we are leavin’.”

“Leaving? Where are we going?” You asked.

“Wherever ya wanna go.” He said with a wink.

He cupped your cheeks with both his human hand and his bionic hand and leaned in to kiss you.

“Donnie…are you—?” You paused, biting down on your lower lip and looking at your hands resting in your lap. “Are you really in love with me?” You asked.

“Oh I am, baby. I love you very much, y/n. So these powers of yours…what else can you make me do?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

You rested a hand on his wrist, he captured your lips again, parting them to allow his tongue to tangle with yours. His kisses were hungry and possessive.

Breaking away from the kiss, you said, “But I’m sure you wanted to do that anyway, right baby?”

“Oh I did, sweetheart. Ya know I did.” He replied.

**********

Outside Police Headquarters

“Deep breaths, darlin’. You ready to do this?” Ask Donnie.

You nodded.

“I am but…I’m a little scared, Donnie.” You said with a crack in your voice.

He took your hand in his and replied, “Well, whatever happens, don’t let go of my hand.”

Others that might enjoy: @ilovewhiteroses @pnwdagnabbit @gijos

If I tagged you and you didn’t want to be, just let me know and I’ll never do it again. As always, thank you again for reading!

[spybrarian]

Twenty Fanfic Writer Questions

Tagged by @storyspinner91 a while back but I was in Australia!

Who'd like to play? I've tagged a few people in the questions themselves, but maybe also... @onlyshestandsthere, @expensivefate, @jayenator565, @commanderbuffy @geek-and-nina if you like?

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

19, which feels *wild*! 19!!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 

221,606

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Willow! Just Willow, these days. Tanthamore have my heart.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

one night at the start of the end of the world - my Shattered Sea one shot, tender tender Tanthamore, and there's only one bed, and it's the birthplace of pillbug Kit, and the fic where I worked out how much I liked writing them looking after each other. I'm glad this one is other people's favourite, too.

more than just survival - my multichapter canon story about Jade as she grows up, from when she was a kid in Tir Asleen to what happens after they return from the quest. Also a 5+1 (five times Kit made Jade blush and the one time Jade got her back).

The Pieces - kinkverse modern au short stories, a collaboration with @acre-of-wheat and @swashbucklery. I've written The Spider, The Mile High Club, The Maintenance and The Holes.

kiss me, kill me - my Bone Reaver Jade au, Jade busts into Tir Asleen to kidnap the princess and ends up getting got herself, in so many ways.

I scream at your chest for as long as I must - a post canon one shot, just after they return from the quest. Jade grieves for Ballantyne and Kit learns how to walk with her though her grief.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I like to!

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

I don't know - I can tell you my darkest premises (probably the very canon divergent the cellar door is an open throat aka the barbed wire, Kit Jade and Elora in a dungeon au) but even the ending of that one finishes with a glimmer of hope.

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

Huh, I think with most of my fics I tend to go for hopeful endings over happy ones. I think my most *satisfying*, hopeful ending I wrote was Samaras (an Architect of Catastrophe story) that I wrote as a present for @wigster07. I'm really, really pleased with that one. It's about rebuilding after tragedy.

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

I haven't, and am very grateful for that.

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

Do I ever?! What kind? What *kind*?! The gay kind. Aside from the aforementioned kinkverse, I've also got a canon based smut series (my kissing fics!) called There's not a step we can take that does not bring us closer where Kit and Jade are inventing all the different ways they love being together.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? and 11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope and nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Also nope - although Juliette made [Podfic of] one night at the start of the end of the world where she read this fic GORGEOUSLY! It's there for download if you want to listen.

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

I've collaborated! I haven't done a true co-writing thing for this fandom but, there's the kinkverse series in which I'm in deep cohorts with Acre and J, the singing cowboy fic I wrote into J's (cowboy) take me away (tanthamore rdr2 au). I love them both - they push me in new directions, and the feedback loop of inspiration is an utter joy.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Tanthamore, hands down

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

I plan on finishing them all. Yes even Wyrm Jade/I'll be the sweetest thing to ever scare you, yes I know it's been a hot minute. I do have genuine plans to finish.

16. What are your writing strengths? 

Coming up with phrases/images that people remember, that's probably the part I get a kick out of the most. I think my pacing and character and words in general are all pretty good, but writing callbacks to earlier in the story, or getting the foreshadowing right, are two of my favourite things to play with.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get repetitive - mostly I manage to catch this in edits, but ho boy do I know how to say the same thing over and over.

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

I'm not fluent in anything other than English so I haven't used dialogue in other languages in any of my fics - unless you count the Ancient Angoran in 'kiss me kill me'.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Dragonball Z, an epic written by hand in double spaced lines over several exercise books ;)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

I'm really proud of 'one night' and 'more than just survival' but there is a special place in my heart for Let's take a knife and cut the world in two and its follow up there is light somewhere (it may not be much light but it beats the darkness) - my Exorcist Jade/possessed Kit au. The strange not-canon, not-modern, some-mix-of-the-two world that I made for that one is my *favourite*.

[onlyshestandsthere]

Title: be my mirror (my sword and shield)

Chapter: 29/?

Pairing: Jade Claymore/Kit Tanthalos

Tags: Enemies to Lovers//Bone Reaver Jade Claymore//Kit gets taken instead of Airk//Hurt/Comfort//Slow Burn//Angst with a Happy Ending//Psychological Torture//PTSD//Eventual Smut

Summary:

Angry blue eyes glared at Jade from beneath short dark locks that fell into her face. Sharp cheekbones, straight nose, and a strong jaw gave her an imperious air, and despite the fact that she was shorter than Jade – and tied to a tree – she still somehow gave the impression that she was looking down at her. This was even more impressive given the entire left side of her face was one massive bruise, and her eye was swollen almost completely shut.

Or: Bone Reaver Jade is tasked with escorting a prisoner to the Immemorial City for their new ally, the Crone.

[storyspinner91]

Twenty Fanfic Writer Questions

Tagged by @littleblackraincloudofcourse

Tagging @lowkeyed1 @evodevo-geekmonkey @dianels @bisexualshakespeare @spybrarian @blackdalek

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

7 (3 are WiP)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 

186,452

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Willow! ...Technically other things too but really it's just Willow with playful skins.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Red Embers: dark alternate future AU, resistance fighters against the Wyrm's tyranny, grim & gritty

Like Constellations, a Million Years Away: sprawling mecha sci-fi AU set in the world of the Lancer tabletop roleplaying game. The Questies all pilot giant mechs; four books (2 done), one focused on each of Jade, Kit, Graydon, and Elora (in that order). Posthumanism, anticolonial to the extent a fanfic can be, utopian, dramatic.

Soft Blazing Crowns: Tanthamoretober one-shot. Modern AU. Elora helps Jade with a sexy photoshoot for a gift for Kit.

Full: (E-rated) Tanthamoretober one-shot. Modern AU. Straight-up smut drabble, 100 words on the dot. Extremely funny to me that this is in the top 5. :P

The Loving Hurt: Canon-set one-shot digging into the violence implied by the canon against the Bone Reavers, Scorpia's backstory, how Jade got her name. Dark, grim, not pleasant to write and in some ways probably not to read TBH. I was in A Mood!

5. Do you respond to comments?

Religiously! Sometimes it takes me a while, but I do.

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

Hmmm. I mean I think it's gotta be The Loving Hurt. Like I said. Dark. Blame the show's writers, I do. :P

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

Gonna resist the temptation to say Full and instead say I think that it'll probably be Flawless Five vol. 1 when it's finished in a few weeks!

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

Not so far!

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

The only thing I'd consider smut is Full. Otherwise, not anywhere that you can see. ;)

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

No true crossovers, though Like Constellations is set (loosely) in the Lancer Universe.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so! They're too weird!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

No but I'd be so honored.

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

Nope!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I am a Tanthamore diehard, what can I say.

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

If you'd asked me recently I'd probably have said "all of them." Fortunately I'm feeling a little better lately! I hope to finish all of the current ones; Constellations is a slow, weighty project, F5 I hope to have done very shortly, Embers...we'll figure that out after F5.

16. What are your writing strengths? 

I think I'm pretty good at dialogue, and I'm decent though not incredible at humor (especially character-based humor). I'm also a decent mimic - though this can feel a little clunky sometimes, I think I'm able to adjust my voice pretty easily to suit a situation, genre, or style. My unhinged and unpopular fic Excerpts from a new translation... is a pretty good example of that, lol. And on that note: I have a lot of fun with wacky metatextual stuff.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Taking the wacky meta stuff too far; not being bold enough in straying from the established character arcs/plots in canon; I don't think I'm great at writing really juicy interiority. Starting very large projects that will take forever to finish. ':)

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

I'm comfortable enough in Spanish to write simple dialogue in that language. I've done one line in Latin (which I'm comfortable with since it's functionally a dead language) and made up some words in a conlang for Constellations. Wouldn't try anything via Google Translate though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Willow! At least if we count conscious fanfiction. If we're going back to the Days of Yore probably Animorphs when I was a wee one.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

Difficult to pick...but Like Constellations is the baby, the one I'll finish come hell or high water (I hope). On the other hand, Flawless Five is probably the most fun (to write, and maybe to read if you like that sort of thing) and Red Embers is the one that in many ways I find most exciting. Like I said - hard to choose!

[raeofalbion]

Fic Ask Meme:

Because it’s one of my go to favs: Shatter Albion Series.

Is there any scene that you cut from the main story that you wish you could go back to add? (Or alternatively, tell us about a cut scene that you wish you could have included)

( meme ) -- Thank you! :D <3 And thank you for reading! <3 I'm so glad you like the series.

Y'know, it's funny, cuz this is exactly why I rewrote MoI back in...my goodness, was it 2016? (Surely not that long ago??) There were just so many scenes that needed elaborating and missing bits that needed to be added and it felt necessary to do that before continuing on with the series.

But yes! There are still some I cut and either would like to add back in or might repurpose for later. (Sorry, this is long.)

From MoI:

The first time Victoria and Reaver sleep together. I've tried to write this so many times and it just...doesn't ever work out the way I'm picturing it. There's like...half a dozen-ish cut drafts in a document somewhere. Maybe one day I'll make it work.

The original, hand-written draft of MoI included a scene with Logan questioning Ben after Victoria disappears from Reaver's house, suspicious about why his sister's suddenly not writing him. In the end, it was cut cuz it didn't really make sense to have him go to Ben to find out if Victoria had somehow contacted him, but I still kinda like the idea.

Continuing along the Victoria-running-away track: there's a couple little outlines somewhere for a follow up to the scene where she decides to leave, showing how she got out of Reaver's house. One of them involved her actually shooting Reaver with his own gun; the other involved Reaver essentially stalking her through the house, not interacting or trying to stop her but watching her all the while. In the end, I couldn't make up my mind and I felt like nothing I wrote there would be 100% satisfying to readers, so I chose to scrap both ideas. Not sure if that was the right decision, tbh.

There was a scene before the wedding with Walter and Jasper playing cards in the original draft. Tonally, it didn't work, but I still like it.

There was a scene where Reaver sort of...playfully faux-crowned Victoria in the castle? He's being an ass and very sarcastic about it, and Victoria hates the entire thing, but it was supposed to lead to them having semi-public sex. ...which is also the reason it got cut. What smut I'd written was just...not good. And I never really had the will (no pun intended) to rewrite it, so I scrapped it.

An early on scene where Reaver and Victoria get into a proper row after she walks in on him with one of his...uh...friends. I actually had to check and make sure I didn't add this one back in and I'm not sure why I didn't. Reaver yelling at her about them "pretending to play house" and about how he was never going to choose Victoria above his own interests would've been very 👀👀👀 given how things turn out.

Not something I actually cut, but, if I were to do another rewrite, I'd like to add some more Logan scenes, just for the tragedy angle.

From DoV:

Cut one of the mystery dreams (well, I guess now that we're near the end of Blackout I can just say it: one of the dreams she shares with Scythe, where he's trying to contact her) cuz it was too repetitive.

A couple tiny (very tiny!) scenes with Faraday. Just chatting with him. In hindsight, they were unnecessary to cut.

I've talked about this one before, but the original scene where Victoria and Reaver talk about their relationship was cut and rewritten. Originally, Reaver was going to confess his feelings for her there. But it didn't fee organic and didn't really work and it kinda just pissed off Victoria worse. So instead the scene is -gestures to the story- but the line about the singing fish is as close to confessing as Reaver can get himself at that point.

From Blackout:

Technically the entire first draft was cut because my pc ate it, so I'm sure there's a lot of things on there I would like to add back in. T-T

Cut some flashbacks with the Crawler just for length, nothing really plot relevant, though. (I may come to regret this.)

Also cut some really stupid jokes of Reaver's. (I do not regret this.)

Cut a lot of political stuff that will affect the next story, and I...have begun to suspect this will come to bite me in the ass because a couple things were much more relevant than I thought they'd be. :S SO. I don't know what I'll do about that yet.

The next chapter has a rather large chunk from it that was cut and is in the process of being rewritten. Basically: Reaver and Victoria being horny now that they're reunited. It doesn't fit, tonally or pacing-wise, but I am a little sad y'all won't get to read Scythe interrupting them and Reaver complaining under his breath about not getting off. Maybe I'll turn it into a oneshot.

+ Bonus!

Technically there's an entire story I've cut from Shattered Albion (set between DoV and Blackout) about Reaver and Faraday investigating one of the DLCs together. I would really like to add it, cuz I think it would set up some things for the final book and I think it's fun, but I'm not sure if anyone actually would want to read it.

[obscure-imaginations]

Kain's NSFT alphabet. 18+ only below! TW for mentions of: knife play, BDSM dynamics, petplay, bodily harm (nothing explicit), talk of headspaces, kink vetting. Under the cut.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Surprisingly cuddly. He does whatever you need him to do and then he cuddles. He enjoys receiving words of affirmation. He wants to know that he did good and you felt as pleasured as he did.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s).

On Kain, he likes his hands. He is very talented in many regards. His sword-wielding, his writing, his crafts. But he is also talented in using them on you. Caressing you, petting you, he even occasionally trims his claws to finger you into oblivion.

On you, he loves your mouth. He loves making you drool for him, sticking his fingers or his dick into your mouth for you to suck. He also loves the way it gapes open or clamps shut when you shudder in pleasure.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes cumming on your body. It's another way he can mark you as his. He especially likes cumming on your face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He jerks off quite often. Kain gets easily frustrated and the easiest way to get that out is to have an orgasm. His libido is insatiable sometimes.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Even as a human, Kain was quite acquainted with bedmates. All his life experience now gets to focus on you, you lucky little thing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. It may be 'boring', but Kain doesn't see it that way. He has access to your body and gets to see your facial expressions.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He'll chuckle darkly once in a while, but he's pretty serious. This is an intimate experience for Kain.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Do vampires have body hair? If they do, he keeps it shaved. When it sprouts, it's white and barely noticeable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends. In his softer moments, he is extremely intimate. When he's more dominant, it's more primal than anything. But when he is feeling his moments of peace, he might pull out all the stops to make you feel loved in his intimacy- candles, rose petals, the works.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As I said before, his libido is insatiable and his refractory period is short. If he needs it and you're not in the mood, he's just fine taking care of himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Power play. Kain enjoys having control over you. Call him your preferred title and he calls you his precious little pet. This can dip into many forms, including pet play, a personal favorite of his. He loves putting you in subspace and pleasuring your little brain out.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is always the best place, but he likes fucking you on his throne. He's an exhibitionist, but if you aren't comfortable with that, he'll clear the room and lock the doors so he can have his way with you on his throne.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your scent drives him crazy, especially if his scent is mixed with yours. He likes leaning into your neck and inhaling deeply before nibbling or downright biting you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Severe bodily harm. He doesn't mind choking you or running a knife along your body, but he refuses to do anything that could be downright dangerous. He can also sense when you're reaching your limits and he refuses to go beyond them, even if you ask him to.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves receiving, especially on his throne. But Kain is a god at giving- better lay down, because if he gets you when you're standing, your legs WILL give out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood, but Kain likes swinging between hard and fast to slow and sensual. Keeping you on the edge is one of his favorite games.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you're down for it, he's down too. Jacking off provides relief, but he'd much rather have you to take out his frustrations on.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Kain wants to know every detail about the risky item before even contemplating it. If it's too risky, he will say no- he is not harming you beyond what you can take. But for most other things, he likes experimenting to see what feels good.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You'll never find the end of his libido, so just tap out whenever you're done, because he can go all night and deep into the day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Kain adores toys. He loves using them on you to torture you, especially using vibrators to edge you. He also owns a nice collection of leather harnesses for himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kain is the definition of unfair. He will tease and edge you until you cry, and he will eat it all up because dacryphilia is a kink of his.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's mostly growls and deep-voiced whispering, but he is glad to be loud if that's what you want.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He can be submissive on occasion. Sometimes Kain needs to turn his brain off and not be responsible for anything. The role of an emperor is difficult, and it's nice to have a place where he can be safe. His submission is often nonsexual, but it can be depending on what he needs- like if he needs every thought in his brain fucked out of him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Darling. He's a giant vampire and his cock only matches his stature. (He has a piercing right under the head of his cock.)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Kain is down to fuck almost 24/7. If he has the time and you're in the mood, he'll almost never say no.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It can take Kain a while. He waits until you fall asleep before he does, making sure you're safe and feeling okay before he clocks out.

[shrimplyfangtastic]

20 questions for Fic Writers!

Hi hi! My lovely friend @gamingwithsydney tagged me in her reply to this list of 20 questions for fic writers. Apologies that I'm only getting to it now! <3

Tagging others is a bit daunting, so instead I choose to tag whoever ends up stumbling upon this ^_^

1. How many works do you have posted?

Just checked, and apparently I've posted 31 works on AO3, and 1 to Tumblr, leading to an impressive total of 32! Wow, when did that happen? XD

As a oneshot writer with plenty of WIPs waiting for me, I'm sure that number will only grow higher before the year ends.

2. What is your total published word count?

Almost 14k on AO3! That's a lot more words then I imagined it would be at, to be honest.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Genshin Impact, Genshin Impact, and more Genshin Impact.

Or, that's what's posted at least. I've got a couple (read: MANY) WIPs waiting to be edited/lengthened that have been written for the Dead by Daylight, Monster High, Twisted Wonderland and Fable 2/3 fandoms.

4. What are your top five fics by Kudos on AO3?

At 37 Kudos we have Love You For Eternity an Eimiko drabble, followed by Like A Cute Stuffed Toy (36, Eimiko drabble), Romaritime (33, Part of Collei/Freminet Series), To Distant Shores (31, Part of Collei/Freminet Series) and Silver Threads Among The Night Sky (29, EiSara drabble).

My favourite from the above list would have to be Romaritime.

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

I do reply, most often aiming to overcome my anxiousness and respond within the same day of the comment! While I write with the understanding that I am the audience I wish to reach with my works, it's nice to see that there are others out there who share the same interest in fandoms and love for characters that I do.

I like engaging with fandom to meet new people and create strong connections, so each interaction is greatly appreciated and cherished.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I like my angst endings implied rather than explicitly shown, so I think that leaves my FocaFuri drabble Her Prophecy with my angstiest ending. Typical Fontaine shenanigans, I'm afraid.

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

Romaritime has a happy end, I feel! Some cute but awkward interactions between Collei and Freminet. There's also my Yelan/Emilie drabbles — My favourite being Little Gift By My Pillow — which all have happy ends. I like soft Yemilie.

8. Do you get hate on your fics?

If I do, I'm unaware of it 😜 I don't really think a hateful comment or bookmark would effect me too much, honestly. As I said, I write with the additional intention of serving as my own audience, so if someone does not enjoy what I have to offer then I must kindly redirect them towards the Back button.

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

I don't... Yet.

There's no plan to explore smut writing anytime in the near future, but it's certainly not off the table! Ei/Kujou Sara have almost tempted me before, and smut ideas for Reaver/The Hero of Bower Lake from Fable 2 have been floating around in my mind.

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

I don't post crossovers, but I've got a couple notes for an EPIC: The Musical/Genshin Impact series. I don't think this will be seeing the light of day for quite a while though, unfortunately. Otherwise, if I were to write other crossovers I think I'd either want to explore Descendants/Twisted Wonderland, or Dead By Daylight/Fear & Hunger.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not to my knowledge XD

As far as I'm aware, my works are only available on AO3 in English. I am open to translations though, as long as I'm properly credited and informed through any of my social medias.

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

Nope. Co-writing wouldn't really suit my way of writing, but if I were somehow able to find someone who follows the same writing process as myself, I'd love to co-write a Genshin fic one day. Maybe something Collei/Freminet. Perhaps something to do with this Pirate AU idea I've had for awhile. Dunno!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oof, that's a difficult question! I think I'll split them by fandom, as choosing just one is much too hard.

Monster High: Kieran Valentine/Spelldon Cauldronello

Dead By Daylight: Sable Ward/Mikaela Reid

The Sims 2: Nervous Subject/Pascal Curious

Genshin Impact: Kaveh/Alhaitham or Emilie/Yelan or Layla/Kirara or Lisa/Il Dottore (Okay okay, I'll stop here!)

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

Either that EPIC: The Musical/Genshin Impact crossover, or the Genshin Impact Pirate AU idea. Although, now that I talk about that Pirate AU, some more ideas are coming to me... Hm... Mermaid Freminet...

16. What are your writing strengths?

My writing stamina has gotten pretty strong over the years, and I greatly cherish my ability to draw out inspiration from quite nearly anything.

I also quite like that I no longer feel an ounce of shame in my interest towards writing fanfiction, and instead embrace my creativity with welcome arms.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

As of right now, I'm pretty happy with my overall writing style. If I had to choose some things that could either be improved or be explored in another way, I think my dialogue could flow smoother? Maybe include more metaphors in descriptive scenes? I've always liked more flowery prose, so if I were to revise my own style and pick apart "weaknesses", it would be to achieve that.

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

I don't think I've written dialogue in another language, but I believe that if I were to try, I'd almost certainly need to have someone who knows the language that I could turn to and ask for help.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

My first ever fandom written piece was actually for the Creepypasta fandom over on Wattpad, back when I had a big fat crush on Eyeless Jack. While it's been taken down, I still have it saved in multiple folders so I can look back and awe at baby Shrimply's writing.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

In terms of published works, I'm rather fond of Romaritime (Collei/Freminet) and She Fears Not The Weather, She Fears Not The Sea (Eimiko).

In terms of yet-to-be-publushed works, I'm writing a oneshot that I absolutely adore on how I think Kieran and Spelldon's (Monster High) second encounter would go :D

EDIT: Haha, did I talk about Romaritime enough? :P

[fa1rysugar]

Masterlist

Obey Me

Pretty Boy (Smut) Pt2

Pretty Girl (Smut) Pt2

Service (Thirteen x Fem Reader, Smut)

Red Rope (Beelzebub x Male Afab Reader, Smut)

Don't stop! (leviathan x female reader, Smut) Pt2

Twisted Wonderland

Studying Motivation (Trey x Fem Afab Reader, Smut)

Sweet Dreams (Vil x Gn!Reader, Fluff)

Stardew Valley

Nightmare? Let me help. (Abigail x Gn!Reader, Comfort)

Harder (Penny x Trans Fem Reader, Smut)

Fable 3

If Evil Why Hot? (Reaver x Afab Female Reader, Smut)

Slashers

Good boy (Brahms Heelshire x Male! Gn! Reader, Smut)

MK11

Baby Doll (Erron Black x Female! Reader, Smut)

Requests are Open!!!