#send me prompts if you want fam

[drinkingbitterboy]

hello i just wanna say all the folks i've found in this little community are fantastic and fun and i'm happy i'm here :) still on my break though because it's a real rough time of it, but just wanna say i'll be back soon :)

also thank you for the feedback on the thing i drew! getting back into drawing after a decade off has been...rough... but the nice comments and especially encouragement from @blacktrickle have been so helpful. love y'all

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

✌🏻 That was so hot… but don’t you dare do that again… ✌🏻

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Channie’s Room is live, but you’re bored in the bedroom. Good thing he’s already looking at his phone.

✎ CW: Established relationship, sexting, nudes, vibrator use, swearing, teensy bit of dirty talk, unprotected sex

✎ Word count: 1,373

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“Everybody put your hands up, Stray Kids sing it loud loud loud…”

As usual, Fam plays at the beginning of Channie’s Room. The webcam is pointed at an empty chair, and he appears as the song comes to an end.

“안녕하세요!” Chan sings, greeting the fans watching his stream. “Helllloooooo!”

The chat is full of the usual comments and questions:

ur so hot!

what are you working on? excited for the next album 💕

marry me!

when are you coming to Brazil?

But then there’s yours:

check your texts, babe 🎡☄️🛋️🎒

It’s the odd combination of emojis you agreed to use if you wanted him to know that one anonymous fan was actually you.

He’s reading through the comments, humming between replies. The chat moves so quickly, you’re prepared to send your comment multiple times before finally catching his eye. But then his finger stops scrolling and thumbs at the bottom of the screen to close the app. Bingo.

The “delivered” under your photo changes to “read,” and you can see his expression change ever so slightly. He clears his throat and tries to keep his cool, but blood rushes to his head, spreading from his ears to his cheeks to his throat. Practically every inch of visible skin is now a deep pink.

“Uh, Stay are being so nice today, you’re making me blush,” he says kind of convincingly. But you know better.

While he set up for the stream, you freshened up and donned your new lingerie. You considered being sweet and waiting until he came back to the bedroom to surprise him, but honestly, this is way more fun.

You took a bunch of selfies: one angled down, one angled up, one straight on your tits, another right on your ass. Lots of options, but you decided on the full body shot from above — your lower lip pinched between teeth at the top of the screen, fingers pulling at the bra strap in the middle, and your long, smooth legs crossed in front of the tiniest pair of underwear at the bottom.

He’s having trouble focusing on the chat now, and who could blame him? You look amazing, and there’s just a wall and some wiring between your bodies right now. Two dozen steps, and he could be on top of you, inside of you.

Chan readjusts his body in the chair, undoubtedly making more room in his jeans for his stiffening cock. He fidgets uncomfortably and tries his best to maintain some semblance of normalcy.

Whoosh

Off goes the second image — this one focused on your chest. But the straps are pulled down and one hard nipple sits just above the edge of the bra’s cup, pinched between two fingers.

This photo goes unseen for a little longer than the first, and you’ll let him open it in his own time. He’s seemingly back in his groove on camera, reading fan-suggested pickup lines and discussing whether a tomato is actually a vegetable or a fruit. You know he won’t be able to resist forever, though.

And of course, you’re right — you know him too well. A shaky inhale from virtual Chan encourages you to check your phone, and, yep, he saw the second one. The blush is back and this time, it’s accompanied by a tiny smirk and narrowed eyes. He cheekily stares at his phone’s screen for just a second too long, prompting commenters to ask if something’s wrong.

“Oh, naur, all good here!” he reassures. “I’m gonna play some songs for you guys and I’m just picking the first one!”

Ok, liar. Fib your way through this one.

Whoosh

Photo number 3 is simple, but speaks volumes. A long, thick vibrator sits atop your bare thigh. It’s a new toy, and he’ll know that. He’ll also know you’ll use it if he takes too long, and the thought of him sitting there listening to music on a livestream while his girlfriend fucks herself in the next room over will drive him crazy.

🎒🎡 wow i’m so bored……. ☄️🛋️

Another comment to push him to check his texts. You may get some less-than-nice replies from Stay for this one, but that’s fine. This is for him, not them.

…but there’s no reaction. You’re not sure if he didn’t see it or is simply ignoring it, but he’s vibing to Le Sserafim’s Antifragile like he isn’t thinking about your tits. Too bad you don’t give up that easily.

💕 you look so good today, 🛋️🎒 차니 🎡☄️

Still nothing. Fine, you’ll just start without him.

Your slender fingers pull the lacy underwear to the side to check how wet you are. Teasing your boyfriend like this always revs you up, so you’re not shocked to discover that two fingers slide in with more than enough room to spare. Time for photo number 4.

This one crosses the line from suggestive to straight-up filthy. Half of the vibrator is visibly slick from your arousal, and the other half is buried deep inside your cunt.

Whoosh

You were so distracted with your little photoshoot that you didn’t notice he replied two minutes ago.

you’re so bad

The last photo shows up as “read” almost immediately, and you glance at your laptop to see his reaction. He’s slumped into the corner of the chair, nervously giggling at his phone. So much for keeping his cool.

He’s stopped paying attention to the chat almost entirely, but you don’t even know if he’s noticed. You tend to have that effect on him. One more text while you know he’s still looking.

get your ass in here 🫦

He bites his lip just a little too seductively for YouTube, then he’s saying his goodbyes with unmistakable urgency.

“Bye Stay!!! Big hug? Big hug!” he coos, leaning in and closing his arms around the camera.

Even the hug is shorter than usual.

“See you next time, byyeee,” he chirps, throwing up that signature peace sign with a wink before disappearing from view.

Seconds later, he’s at the door with the same eagerness you saw on screen. But this time, you can also see the outline of his huge, hard cock in his jeans, complete with a small wet spot of pre-cum where the tip pushes against the denim.

“Hey, handsome,” you hum. “Need something?”

“You know what I need, you fucking tease.”

He’s on top of you before you can blink, groping at your tits and sucking at your neck.

“That stupid thing is nothing compared to me, and you know that,” he says, pushing the shiny new sex toy off the bed.

He unzips his pants and unsheathes his cock, giving it a few solid pumps before sliding those panties he saw earlier to the side and driving himself inside you.

“Oh fuck,” Chan breathes. “God, fu-”

Your lips engulf his, ending his moaning and mumbling. His mouth is citrusy, and it’s making your tongue tingle.

There’s really no rhyme or reason for any movement or grasp. You’re going at each other just like you did when you were nothing more than horny teenagers exploring something — and someone — new. Fingers and nails drag on skin and rake through hair, and you’re not sure how much longer you can last.

“Channie, I’m gonna…” you moan, breaking the sloppy kiss. “Are you…”

“Yeah, baby,” he pants. “Come.”

Manicured nails dig into his shoulder blades and you finish with force, crying out his name over and over. God, you hope he actually ended the livestream.

Then he’s coming too, emptying his balls deep inside you. His thrusts weaken, but the small movements are still enough to push some liquid down your legs and onto the comforter. Something to worry about later.

He collapses on top of you, lacking the strength and will to even pull out. His deep breaths tickle your neck, and you’re still seeing stars on the ceiling. Warm, wet fingers caress your damp collarbones, then he speaks.

“Baby, that was so hot… but don’t you dare do that again. I will fucking block you.”

“Agreed, and deal. I’ll only do it when you’re live on TikTok.”

He can’t tell if you’re serious, and if he’s bothered by the idea, he doesn’t show it. As he said, it was hot. And he was 100% right.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

04/24/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys/TheCryptid Factor; Vico Ortiz; Nathan Foad; Kristian Nairn; Samba Schutte; Jes Tom; Kay Buchanan; Guz Khan; Uproar on Digital; MerMay; Watch Party Reminders; Fan Spotlight; Mini Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika

Hey lovelies! Sorry for the delay-- I know you say not to worry if there's a delay and I try not to but last night was particularly frustrating because I got most of the recap done, but then worked 14 hours in between that and fell asleep without actually hitting finishing up and hitting send! Anyway, bit late but here it is :)

​PS: Shoutout to the lovely @/MerakiRetreat for saving my butt the other day from a horrible auto correct error! You are a rockstar! Thank you so much!

== Rhys Darby / Cryptid Factor ==

There's a Cryptid Factor Tiktok now! He's out covering the Flamethrowing robot dog! If you have Tiktok, feel free to visit the link below, if you don't, I'm attaching the video here as well, but please, if you have tiktok, definitely go there to watch and interract so Rhys and TCF folks can feel the love :) The Cryptid Factor Tiktok

== Vico Ortiz ==

Vico being 🔥 Fucking 🔥 just like their short!

Vico Ortiz IG

== Nathan Foad ==

Nathan continuing to shine in Love's Labour's Lost. You're not gonna stop hearing from me about this for a while because I find him all to adorable in this.

Img Src: @Jodie_davie_creates IG

== Kristian Nairn ==

Kristian is going to be at the Captured Festival in Malta on Sept 5th - 8th. For more info visit capturedfestival.com!

Img Src: Kristian Nairn's IG

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba's appearing in You Made It Weird! With Pete Holmes!

== Jes Tom ==

Our dear Jes Tom out and about after surgery recovery!

Img Src: Jes Tom's IG

== Kay Buchanan ==

More Leatherworking BTS by our dear Kay Buchanan!

Img Srcs: Kay Buchanan's IG

== Guz Khan ==

Our friend Guz Khan is out with the fam!

Img Src: Guz Khan's IG

== Uproar on Digital! ==

You can now access Uproar on Youtube Movies in the United States! If you're not in the US or NZ you can still buy/access them via a vpn!

== MerMay ==

Save OFMD Crew is posting some prompts for the upcoming #MerMay! Check them out below and please feel free to share your creations with @saveofmdcrewmates on their various socials!

== Watch Parties ==

It was brought to my attention I kept posting a picture that was set back in 2014 (Thank you Mich!!) ! Agh! Good news, we're back to the present. Today, Thu April 25th we'll be showing Short Poppies Episode 4 & 5 on the Rhys Darby Factor Discord, if you need a link, hit me up! Otherwise you can watch short poppies on Amazon Prime! Times: 3:30 pm PT / 6:30 pm ET / 11:30 pm BST

== Fan Spotlight ==

Our friend @melvisik is still at it with another member of the Red Flag crew-- Teresa Lee!

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies! I'm sorry I didn't get to get as far as I wanted with last night's love notes, so I'll save them for tomorrow. I'll share some other folks love notes instead:

Img Src: @/genleeart on Instagram

Img Src: @/YourBeautifulLife on Instagram

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Sorry for the cheat today all, but I just, really needed to see this gif of Stede and Ed and their wonderful hands. Gif courtesy of my darling Jodi @saltpepperbeard

[endlessnightlock]

I scare easily lol, but how about Hitchhiker from the horror prompts?

Thanks for the prompt, Anon! I know horror isn't the most popular genre in the Everlark fan community, lol, so I kept it pretty mild.

A-Z Horror prompts

(if you like weird stuff, send me a prompt from the list, fam. This is the only one I got so I'm open to more!)

The guy in the interview room says he's Peeta Mellark. He's not carrying identification, and his prints aren't in the state or federal system, so he could be anybody. I don't know if he has a reason to lie. He's young. Looks like shit. My first thought was junkie, but his eyes are clear.

The kid can't keep his leg still. I say leg, singular because he only has the one. I know that detail because my report states that when Peeta Mellark was brought in, the upper right-hand portion of his blood-soaked jeans was torn away, revealing a prosthetic leg attached well above his knee. Now he's in county-issued scrubs. We were out of sweats and T-shirts. He's not under arrest. He has no wounds, no scratches or caked skin under his nails, only the beginnings of a large bruise on the side of his face. And a story that can’t be true. Can it?

"Your leg a recent injury?" I ask, leaning back in my chair.

The kid shakes his head, never breaking stride with the leg. None of that blood on him was his. I know that. I'm just trying to get him talking.

"Childhood cancer. I lost my leg maybe twelve years ago. Good thing, too. If I'd just got the new one attached, I wouldn't have got away tonight. Took a while to get used to it," he explains, patting his left leg. "Wasn't the fastest runner to begin with. My ma says I stomp around like a bear."

He's rambling, but it's understandable if there's an inch of truth to his story. "Lucky guy. Well, Peeta, let's get directly to the point. I looked over the statement you gave Officer Leeg and watched the interview. I have some concerns."

Peeta meets my eye. Despite the jackshit he told Leeg, I'd swear he's not on anything. "I know it sounds crazy---"

"Yeah, it does."

"You should've been there," he said. "Do I have to tell you everything again? I'm, ah, I'm about to pass out or something. Haven't slept much the last few days."

"No, that's alright. Just answer a few questions if you wouldn't mind."

"Do I need a lawyer?" He asks, leg finally stopping.

"It's never a bad idea. But we're not figuring you as the perpetrator at this point. I can call you a public defendant if you want."

"Nah."

"So you told Officer Leeg that at approximately seven p.m., you were out on Highway 12, looking to hitch a ride. Never a good idea, you know that, right?" I add for good measure. "All kinds of things are liable to happen, as you well know."

Peeta shrugs. "I don't have a car. Still have places I need to get to."

"Ever heard of Uber?"

"Got to have money for that or at least plastic. I'm a little short at the moment."

"Seems like your ass just dropped in from Jupiter or something."

He laughs. Starting to loosen up. "No, I'm not claiming an alien abducted me."

"No. No mention of that. Let's go over what happened again, alright? I'll read over things and just ask questions where I feel it's warranted. So you're on Highway 12 with your thumb out when a Chevy truck, mid 80's model, you think?"

Peeta nods. "Tan and white. Decent shape. Some rust."

"And inside the truck's cab were three young men about your age. They had dark hair and an olive complexion, you said."

He squints at me. "Yes, they had a similar look to yours. Do you have many relations around here?"

"A Lot of us look alike in Seamtown. There was probably lots of inbreeding in the old days."

Peeta laughs, and I wink at him.

"Kidding. We're backwoods, but all of our DNA strands don't match. So back to your statement---these fellas offer to give you a ride."

For someone who said he was too tired to relay the whole story again, Peeta dives in head first. "Yep. There was no room in the cab, but the bed was empty. Was riding with them maybe half an hour before things started getting weird. It was really dark before Gale, the driver, flipped the headlights on. Seconds before before he slammed on the brakes. I about jumped out of my skin when something bounced off the front of the truck. I figured it was a deer. Lots of deer on the move around here at night. He didn't give me time to look around, just started arguing with the other two fellas---his brothers I think---before pushing the pedal to the floor. Seemed in a big hurry to get away. Anyway, he cut the headlights off, so I didn't get a look at what he hit with the truck, but whatever it was didn't look like a deer."

Now we're getting to the first interesting part of Peeta Mellark's statement to my officer: the part where it sounds like Gale Hawthorne (it's a small place, Seamtown) and his younger brothers involved themselves in a hit-and-run on Highway 12.

"So we've gone about five or so miles down the road, I guess, when Gale swerves to the side of the road and comes to a stop. 'This is as far as I can take you,' he said. He sounded frantic. 'Hop out.'"

"He never got out of the truck. It's black as pitch by now, and I'm not excited about being left alone on the side of the road, but after what happened earlier, it doesn't take much convincing to get me out of the truck bed. Something feels off, and I'd rather part company with them before anything else goes wrong. If something bad happened, they might be looking to get rid of a witness, I figured."

"So I hop out of the back of the truck and tell Gale thanks. He mutters something, then guns it out onto the road, and soon, the only thing I can make out is his taillights. I was still figuring out what I was going to do next when I heard it. Breaks squealing and tires screaming across the pavement, trying to stop fast. Then, that crashing sound, twisting, popping, tearing metal that makes you sick to your stomach."

I know exactly what he's describing. Been witness to too many accidents to get those sounds out of my head.

"Gale, he'd hit something else, and whatever it was, it was way bigger than a deer. I take off in a dead sprint towards the truck—at least as fast as I can run, thanks to my bionic leg. They're a good two or three miles down the road, but I'm fairly close when, all of a sudden, I'm not running on the road anymore—I'm off the ground. Feet dangling ten fuckin' feet above the pavement."

"I can't remember a whole lot after that, just the explosion when the truck's fuel tank blew. Whatever had me, some kind of huge bird, maybe some guy in a glider or something? dropped me onto the road, maybe 50 yards past the truck. That's when my pants got ripped. I don't know where all that blood came from. I'm sorry. I don't remember everything that happened tonight. Might have hit my head when that thing dropped me."

Peeta's brows knit together as his relay of the events comes to an end. "Chief Abernathy, can I ask you something? That officer I talked to earlier, Leeg? She wouldn't tell me what Gale hit with his truck when I was with them. I don't...I don't think it was a deer. It's driving me crazy. He drove off so fast, I can't help wondering if he hit someone with the truck."

I fold my arms on the tabletop and sigh. No reason to lie. the kid figured it out on his own. "Between me and you, we found a young woman in the location you described to us."

The color drains from his face. "Was she okay?" he asked.

There's a note of hope in his voice I hated to dash. "Nah, kid. She's dead."

His eyes glaze over, and he slumps backward as the reality hits him. "Hers is a sad story," I admit. "Second, hell, make that the third tragedy to happen in that family. The girl's parents died in a house fire. The oldest daughter was asleep in bed at the time. Fire didn't kill her but left burns across her whole body. Lost her mind. The county sent her somewhere for mental treatment---girl claimed she was some sort of mythological bird. Like a phoenix, but that's not what she called it. Happened a dozen or so odd years ago."

"A Mockingjay," Peeta said, turning to face the two-way mirror in the room. "I read something about her somewhere," he added casually.

I snap my fingers. "Yeah, that was it. Mockingjay. The girl disappeared from the facility one day. Katniss Everdeen. The young lady who died tonight was her sister Prim. You wonder how much a person can take without breaking all that death and pain. I don't know what Katniss would do if she found out about her sister's death on top of everything else."

"Maybe she already knows," Peeta says, his leg beginning to shake again. "Uh, confession time, I guess."

He waves his hands. "Not about anything tonight. I was at the facility with her, with Katniss. We kind of had a thing, I don't know. I left right after she disappeared. I didn't go home. I guess I've sort of been wandering around the area, looking for her since."

"Really. Odd that you weren't in our system, then."

Peeta rolled his eyes. "It was a physical rehab place, not drug detox. We weren't criminals. What happened to Gale and his brothers?"

I shake my head. "Gale's in the morgue. One brother with him. One in intensive care."

"Shit," he murmurs, rubbing his eyes. "Christ. Hey, am I free to go?"

I stand. "Free as the wind. Just let us know before you head out of town. Do you have somewhere to go tonight, kid?"

Peeta nods. "Yeah, I think so."

When he stands I pat him on the shoulder. "Thanks again. I'll see if we have something else you can wear."

Within a half hour or so, we had Peeta on his way. I don't know where he planned to go, but I never saw him again after that. It was almost like he'd been plucked off the ground by whatever that thing was and put somewhere safe.

[thedarkmistress16]

here's some long-awaited tony food for your thots

(im serious this is 100% PWP done in like, *check watch* 6-8 hrs or so in one sitting- it's all over the place, fam)

let me know immediately if any of you want me to community label this, if that makes you more comfortable. if you want another installment (it will have actual plot i promise) just let me know. None of the used images here are mine, they belong to their respective owners, I only own my garbage writing.

Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Experienced!Unfaithful!Reader x Jealous!Yandere!Tony Stark- Repression and Suppression

and here are some messy A03-esque tags for your reading pleasure (srsly read these before continuing or you void your reading warranty):

(Lime, Lemon, G-rape, Cheating, Physical Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Affair, Noncon, Dubcon, Forced Orgasm, Overstimulation, Fingering, Oral, Vaginal, MxF, PWP, Love Triangle, Jealousy, Third Wheel Tony Stark, Sexual Deviant Tony Stark, Manipulation, Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Swearing, Teasing, Gaslighting, Sexual Coercion, Power Play? Beard Burn, The run of shame?, Lust used as a manipulation tool, Tony blatantly misunderstands words, The horny ruins lives, Reader’s never cheated in her life ong she just misses sex, Tony is all kinds of wrong here, OOC Tony Stark, His dialogue is probably OOC sorry about that, No descriptors besides gender have fun)

...

You don’t know how this happened.

…

Okay, you do know how this happened. You and Tony stumbled upon the same floor in an otherwise empty Tower and you both plopped on the same couch shooting the shit. No paperwork for you to do and no big baddie causing a commotion in New York for the Iron Man to stop. And you may have overshared a tad about the feelings you’ve been having at his prompting about your relationship status, but hey, that’s normal, even for sober people. Everyone needs to vent every once in a while. Or overshare, or both.

What you didn’t expect, however, was your totally innocent sex conversation with Tony to turn into dirty talk. Which, alright- fair, this was Tony you were talking to, so probably not your best moment.

“It’s not like he’ll find out.” Tony’s palm rests on your thigh. “And you said so yourself, he doesn’t give you what you need.”

But thankfully, that’s when your brain started working again, and you actively began to create some space between you, with his hand falling off your leg.

“No, Tony. You know who I’m with and you know he’ll be coming back.”

Tony follows you and- what the fuck? Was this couch always this small? The palm greets your thigh again, more insistent now if the pressure was any indication.

“Can you really wait that long?”

You stare at Tony, incredulous at the turn of events. He wouldn’t- would he?

You see him smile at you before diving in for a kiss.

Wide-eyed, your first reaction is to push him off, but he practically falls on top of you, keeping you pinned there as his tongue goes to work in prying your mouth open.

You struggle, and then, well, he knew how to kiss to get what he wanted, that was for sure. It was so different from what you were used to with him, all chaste and loving. Tony used the flat surface of the appendage to massage your tongue, and- holy fuck you really forgot what good kisses felt like. Tony feels so good- so warm and passionate, that his embrace sends you into a blanketed bliss.

And as you make out, that blanket grows more and more stuffy. You lose track of time, and- well, yourself. The next time you open your eyes, you’re greeted to a shirtless and more disheveled Tony Stark on top of you, kissing down your neck, and humping his bulge against you and- oh fuck your pants were gone.

Okay, this had officially gone too far. Yes, this was hot, and yes your body was awakened from the longest dry spell ever by his kisses, but you had to try and stop this. You had to get Tony to shut this shit down, and then blame your horny self later.

But first, Operation Turn off Tony.

“Wait!” Your hands fly to Tony’s chest, pushing with effort despite wanting to melt into a puddle. “I can’t- you know I can’t-”

Okay, your voice would’ve sounded commanding if Tony hadn’t run his hands under your shirt.

And if his arm wasn’t practically glued to the damn cushions you would've had more leeway to shake him off. And if he wasn’t so stron-

Wait- one arm?

…

…oh my god why is he pushing against you?

“Oh?” It comes out automatically and your body absolutely preens at the sensation before you come back down.

Oh fuck no- now two of his fingers are inside you and you’re not sure if you can even try to hold him off now.

Think of Steve think of Steve think of Steve think of Steve-!

“Tony, mmn-m, pl-”

“Why refuse this?” He pauses to let his fingers talk and the resulting squelching has you trying to seal your mouth in protest. “Why refuse me? When the sweet release you want is right in front of you?” His fingers fall away. “And when this-” he rolls his denim-covered penis over your pussy, eliciting a groan from both of you, “cock is ready and begging to be inside you?”

There is no hope to quell your blushing at this point either, you unhelpfully surmise to yourself. But even so, you don’t let up, forcing yourself to meet his eyes.

“He’ll, ah- find out, hah, Tony.” Fucking hell it was hard to form words now, “and he w-will-”

Tony, more envious than you’ve ever seen him, snarls in retaliation. “Don’t think about him! He’s not the one who’s going to be fucking you tonight.” He takes a moment to regain his composure before adding, “don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you feel so good you can’t stand it.”

“Ton- ah!”He hit a sensitive spot inside you, and your body jolted with the feeling. “P-please...ha...” You pant, trying to control yourself as his fingers retract. Trying to think of Steve instead, and all the other reasons why you shouldn’t be doing this. Why he shouldn’t be doing this to you and how he’s currently making you tingle in too many places.

In mock concern, he inquires, “what is it, baby? I’m right here...” You swear to the highest moon that Tony Stark’s teasing is the worst kind you’ve ever had to experience in your entire life; mainly because he does it in a way that pisses you off to no end.

“I- Tony, I n-need you to-” He shushes you, leaving you more baffled. He doesn’t even know your request yet and he’s already cutting you off. The playboy slides two fingers inside your wet canal and you cry out in surprise. They slip out within the next second, not allowing you to properly process the action. He languidly laps at his fingers and you actually whine at the sight, which is literally the worst reaction you could've had. Tony hums at the taste and his eyes, holding your own, gleam wickedly as you attempt to recover.

“Oh, you need me to fuck you baby? Say no more.”

You gasp, utterly scandalized. How the fuck did he interpret a nothing sentence into that? He’s already working on unzipping his jeans and you’re quick to remedy the situation, despite your breathlessness. “No, Tony, that’s not-” A hand swiftly comes down to palm your sensitive pussy and squeezes, attempting to shut you up with desire. You’re shameful when you realize his tactic worked, as you find it elicits a sexual groan from you strong enough to make your head tilt up towards the ceiling and your back arch off the couch. Tony tuts at your wanton display.

“Don’t deny it, honey. You’re absolutely dripping for cock.” He leans in close to your ear and latches his mouth onto your neck. The man nibbles and suckles enough to probably leave a mark before playfully biting your earlobe and whispering, “and I’m more than willing to provide that relief.” A small part of you finds it ironic he’d use the word willing when you haven’t vocally confirmed it in this case.

When he’s fully sheathed inside you, he sits still for a minute, groaning at the feel of you. Tony then starts circling his hips, not thrusting in the slightest, and at this point you’ve had enough of his games. If he wants to do this so badly then so be it. “No teasing…” you huff unpleasantly.

“Hmm? What was that?” His member is still nudging against the ridges of your vaginal walls, causing your lower body to spasm and tighten at random intervals.

“If you’re going to fuck me then actually fuck me.” You make your voice harsh to get your impatience across, keeping your gaze even. Tony simply winks and wastes no time setting a pace inside you, smirking pleasantly as your body shifts from his thrusts. He licks his lips at the sight of your breasts bouncing underneath your shirt and impatiently forces the fabric up to your neck to squeeze at one. 

You close your eyes and furrow your brows, focusing your efforts on meeting Tony’s thrusts and tightening your pelvic muscles frequently to help his orgasm along. Judging by his strained moans, the fruits of your past lovers' labor seem to be working. He starts to shudder and you beam with pride.

Jackpot.

That is until he yanks himself out of you completely, struggling to hold himself over your body.

“Mngh, hah- baby,” he laughs in between ragged breaths, “let’s not spoil the fun too early, now…”

Tony then switches to playfully dragging his cock along the splayed seam of your lips, right over your spasming hole, and you wouldn’t have been able to hold in that unholy moan if you tried.

He flips you over without a word, leaving you disoriented with an “oof,” as he re-positions you to make your ass hang lewdly in the air. Tony swats one asscheek and your hands scramble to find purchase before he tries something else, which you seldom find in the firm material. Another mocking sound escapes his throat at your reaction and you turn your head to glare at him.

“Could have given a girl a warning, y’know?”

“Well, sweetcheeks, I can’t very well tackle this raging problem unless I approach it from all possible angles~” His eyes rove over your new position admiringly. “And this view is definitely worth the effort.”

He winks at you, smirking all the while. You refuse to react, deadpanning, before giving up. “Fuck you, Stark.”

He says some other comment you don’t care about- on the lines of having patience- when something wet wiggles across your folds-

Your eyes widen. Was this a better advantage point for him to-

His tongue thrusts itself inside your walls and you lose all sense of thought, wanting to collapse into the couch already. Tony’s firm and swift in his movements, pressing the angle of his chin into your mound harshly and rubbing your sensitive areas consistently. The stiff hairs of his beard rub themselves across your clit as he leans forward and you lose all sense of yourself, screaming into the cushioned void and spasming around his mouth.

Your hips lull into a gentle rocking, you realize, when the sensations have dulled. You can still feel Tony between your legs, but licking you much more softly now. Your satisfied mews fall out of your mouth like a gentle stream, and you let yourself bask in the well-overdue afterglow.

Tony slowly parts from your pussy with a smacking sound, and you feel saliva trailing down your thighs as you whine. You hear him say the word “ready” and you hum questionably, not in the mood for words. He leans forward to kiss up your back and make a path for your ear, reiterating himself.

“You ready for me, honey?”

“Mm, you’re not-?”

“-finished? How kind of you to offer, baby. After all, I haven’t finished fucking you into forgetting him yet.”

Your brain almost fits the pieces together, already turning towards him to voice the question when you feel him line up his cock at your entrance. You don’t even bother doing anything other than bracing yourself as Tony thrusts into you, and you realize too late that you’re still too sensitive.

He’s more insistent as he fucks into you, just as his mouth, but he’s humping into all the right places despite your body singing to the point of pain.

“Ahn! O-oh!” At this point, you literally didn’t care that your face was practically being suffocated by the cushions that Tony Stark- your not-boyfriend- was pushing you into and fondling your breasts. You were about to get an orgasm on a dick you haven’t been treated to in months on top of a great orgasm, and it was quickly feeling like it was going to be one of the best ones you’ve ever had.

“Oh, fuck- yes, oh- Tony- fuck-! me!” You manage to scream out over your lack of breath, feeling his thrusts grow frantic. The determined mumbling he’s spouting over your ear becomes noise as your second orgasm crashes over you. Your ears are fuzzy but you can make out Tony proclaiming your name in ecstasy before he plops down on your back, causing your legs to fully give out.

You pant there, lying in sweat and regret, wanting to move just yet but knowing you have a lot of cleanup to do.

Tony shifts first, stroking your hair as he whispers once more, “So, was that a thorough fucking for you baby?”

Despite yourself, you laugh. Whether it was from the now spiraling guilt slowly ebbing away at your brain or that it was from the sudden feeling of loss in how to handle your new infidelity status, you didn’t know. You chalked it up to exhaustion.

Tony mumbles again, but you’re coherent enough to understand his words and nod, calmly lying there as he gets up. 

You waited until the bare ass of Tony left your line of sight before you shot up like a lightning bolt, gathering your clothes and racing toward the elevator in one fluid motion.

You impatiently return to your room to inspect Tony’s damages in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, trying to ignore the aftersex glow you still had. Your hands trail over your naked body, taking note of the reddened marks with each twist and turn. Yep, that was definitely a hickey.

They halt on your thighs when you feel a searing pain there and your eyes grow wide, mouth hanging open with a hiss.

Oh fuck. You had beard burn. How the hell were you going to explain that to Steve? Covering them up was one thing- but the itching pain you were going to feel?

The cum inside you suddenly shifts downward and you instinctively clench to hold it in, cringing at yourself. Another man’s mess splattered on the carpet of your and your boyfriend’s room is not what you needed right now.

Biting the inside of your lip, you hurry to the connecting bathroom and wash yourself of the sexual encounter the best you can.

[harmonytre]

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Augmentedreality by @egelskop

@hlvrai-villian-swap

@hlvrai-stuck-together

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Metamorphosis AU by @anons-has-hlvrai-aus

Human Rights Violation by @kogo-dogo

@y2kvr

[joekeeray]

mayhaps 28 and 52 from those prompts? 👀

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pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

warnings/extra tags: explicit smut, MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, semi-public sex aka they're fooling around somewhere they shouldn't be, steve being gentle and cheeky, and kisses, so many kisses, beta read

It was a slow day at the Hawkins Public Library where you worked. Typically you were out on the floor, returning books to the shelves, helping patrons of the library find specific books, or wiping down the tables or even sweeping nothing.

Today though your boss Marissa had asked you to work at the front desk. You thought maybe it was because it was a slow day, and she'd rather busy herself with your job rather than sitting around, which was exactly what you were doing.

You were sitting on the rolling chair at the front desk, flipping through some books that were asked to be put on hold earlier in the day and wondering who it could be for when the door was pulled open.

You lifted your eyes to see who just walked in and were pleasantly surprised to see it was your boyfriend Steve. Your gaze softened, and you smiled at the sight of him and he looked just as surprised as you to see you were working the front desk today.

"Your boss should really let you work the front desk more often," Steve told you, not using his indoor voice. You pressed your finger over your lips in the universal 'be quiet' gesture, and he cringed and apologized and said just above a whisper, “I just think if you were working the front before I'd come in more often."

You chuckled softly, cheeks heating up at his compliment, "What are you doing here? I thought I was meeting you at my place tonight."

"I got off my shift early," Steve replied, leaning on the surface of the desk as he rested his brown gaze on yours, "And I wanted to see you sooner."

"Well, here I am," you said cheekily, "But I still have a while before I'm off. You don't...have to stay here and wait."

"Well, there's plenty to do..." he looked around for a moment, before he leaned even closer to you and said quieter, "Actually, I was wondering if I could have the keys to the basement?"

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "What? The basement? Why?"

Steve licked his bottom lip softly, and your eyes caught it. Now you were suspiciously squinting your eyes at him, "What do you need in the basement?"

"Just stuff," he replied with an innocent look in his brown eyes, "Now, can I have the basement key?"

You hummed with interest and told him you didn't have the key, and moved to stand to find Marissa. Steve remained in his spot, smiling at you cheekily while you were still incredibly suspicious.

Marissa was still shelving some books when you found her, and she gave you the key with no question as to who even wanted it, and just told you to tell them to have fun. Though, you didn't really know what kind of fun Steve was going to have down there, without you at least...

You returned to find Steve right where you left him, and you held the key out to him, but moved it away before he could even grab it, "You're not going to mess around down there, right?"

Steve reached for the key some more, and you stepped back and he sighed, "No, I would never...I mean unless you were there with me."

You tilted your head, not sure if you were reading Steve right, but hoping that you were, so you replied in dramatized disappointment, "I have to stay here."

"But I'm a patron here, and I need help, and I'm sure your boss wouldn't want you to leave a patron helpless," he said, finally getting the keys from you, "Now, I'll be down there, and you come whenever you're ready."

He winked at you then, twirling the keys in his hand before walking away from you. You raised a single brow, then sighed deeply as an amused smile grew on your lips.

After informing Marissa that you were needed in the basement for uh- research, you descended down the steps a little too excitedly trying to find your boyfriend.

"Steve?" you called into the open space, "I'm here! What do you need help with?"

Steve emerged from behind the stairs, and once your eyes met, he was walking toward you and wrapped a single arm around your waist. You wasted no time in colliding your lips with his.

It was a feverish kiss, a kiss that was well aware that you were on a time limit. Your lips collided almost messily, and his breath was hot against yours when your lips overlapped and you tasted his coconut chapstick, one that was once yours and he stole after you commented on his chapped lips a few make-out sessions ago.

The thought made your grin against him, and he leaned away with his lips still a few inches away as he asked you what was so funny.

"Nothing," you replied cheekily as you reached up to entangle your fingers into his hair. His breath hitched when you'd done so, and his eyes shifted ever so slightly at your gesture.

"Shit," he started breathlessly, "What if I told you I wanted you right here."

You felt heat rise to your cheeks right then and there at his words, and you asked, "Right now?"

He nodded at you once, running his tongue across his lips again before he was leaning in once more.

"I would say...keep it in your pants," you said half-jokingly before adding, "We're at my job Steve."

"Oh so we can fool around at mine, but not yours?" Steve asked, placing a soft kiss onto your lips and then your chin.

You blinked and replied, "Because it's loud at the video store, I work in a library. Someone's going to hear us."

"Then we'll just have to be quiet," he told you, now leaning down and pressing wet kisses to your neck. You exhaled through your nose when his lips found that little spot on your neck that he knew made you go wild.

"Quiet," you scoffed softly because how can anybody be quiet when they had a boyfriend like Steve Harrington?

"Yeah, we are in a library after all," he chuckled against the skin of your neck at his own stupid joke, tickling you and sending a wave of pleasurable chills over you. You pulled at the strands of his hair gently, making him move to look at you again.

You were going to tell him 'no way' but when you saw his heated gaze, you felt your entire body heat up even more, and you nervously bit your bottom lip as you instead contemplated it.

There were two choices. The first one was that you could go up to your job where you were just sitting around doing nothing, and the second choice was staying down here with your beloved boyfriend and get a preview of what tonight at your place was going to be. And honestly, you thought there was a reason you decided to wear a skirt today...

Obviously, one choice prevailed over the other, and you released your bottom lip and nodded at Steve. It took him a second, and he grinned, "God you're the most beautiful, and best girlfriend."

"Yeah yeah," you said, feeling your pulse race at his compliment before bringing his lips back to yours as your hands moved down to his pants. He hummed pleasurable against your kiss when he felt your hand palm his growing erection through his tight jeans.

"Fuck, see what you do to me?" he asked before he was gently grasping you and moving you toward a table that was deeper into the basement, "Just the thought of you makes me like this."

You lifted yourself onto the table when close enough, and Steve comfortably stepped in between your legs as he leaned in to steal another kiss from you.

By god, you loved when he kissed you like this, when his lips practically devoured yours and took your breath away all at once. It always made your head feeling like it was swimming and something about being in the basement of the library caused a sort of rush as well.

Usually, he would build up to such an intensity, but because you weren't at either of your houses and rather at your work, he was kissing you like this straight away and it was almost overwhelming as you hooked your legs around him and pulled him impossibly closer.

"Are you sure it's okay?" Steve asked you, his forehead pressed gently against yours and his voice a gentle rasp.

You were nodding, meeting his pretty brown gaze, loving how he wanted make sure you were still on board with fucking at your work like this. To further add to your answer, you reached down yourself to grasp the bottom of your skirt and lifted it upward and batted your eyelashes at him.

Steve's eyes lowered down, and he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and nodded, "Remember, we have to be quiet."

"I work here everyday Steve," you told him, "I can be quiet. Can you?"

It felt almost like a challenge then, something flashing over his gaze as his eyes met yours again and he smiled smugly, "We'll just have to find out."

Excitement bubbled through you as he was leaning in to place tender kisses on your neck again all the while his large hands were on your thighs and gently spreading them further.

He massaged your skin there before his hand lifted higher and touched you where you needed him to the most. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his fingers grazing over the cotton of your panties.

His nuzzled his face onto the crook of your neck for a moment, releasing a breathy moan himself as he felt the wet patch on the fabric and he gently pressed against it before his fingers trailed upward to your clit, gently circling it. Quiet moans erupted from between your lips, and Steve was lifting his head again.

Your eyes met his, taking in the heat of his gaze as his fingers caused you to shudder and you try and keep a particular louder moan from coming out. He let out a breathless chuckle as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek that felt like they were simply on fire at this point.

Your breaths were in soft pants as he touched you, and you said in a soft whine, "Steve come on..."

His sucked in a tight breath, and replied in a low, raspy voice, "I know, I know, I just love seeing you like this, I have to take a moment to really take in you in." His words made your heart flutter in your chest, and suddenly, a sort of bashfulness had come over you.

You were honestly never used to this many compliments until you started dating Steve, so every time he said something like that you would visibly melt on the spot and become shy. And Steve knew this, which was why he probably continued to do it.

And his next words really solidified that for you as he smiled at you and he said, "I love seeing you get so flustered."

His words made you even more flustered, but it was quickly replaced by him placing one more kiss onto your lips before he pulled away and began to undo his pants in almost record time.

At the same time, you were pulling your own underwear off, kicking it somewhere onto the floor and before you knew it, Steve had his erection in his hand, and was stroking himself a few times.

You used your legs to bring him closer, begging him to fuck you right on this table in a hushed, needy tone and Steve obliged, aligning himself with your entrance and allowing the head of his cock to part your wet folds.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he was pushing deeper into you, and pressed your face against his neck to suppress and muffle your moans until he was completely sheathed inside of you, deliciously stretching you out.

A quiet groan erupted from him this time, and he told you to hook your legs around him. You did as told, and he cursed under his breath, always loving how your walls clenched and stretched around him. You were so warm and tight, and perfect that he didn't want to move just yet.

If you were anywhere else, you'd probably let him stay like this inside of you for a bit longer as you loved feeling him just as much as he loved feeling you, but the books that surrounded you were a reminder of where you actually were.

You grasped onto him, and reminded him as well, then said in a breathy voice, "We'll have all tonight to be as slow as we want..." Steve was nodding, and then he was beginning to move.

You had to keep your face against his neck as his hips started to move, thrusting in and out of you at an easy pace that elicited quiet pants from you with every pump of his cock.

"Faster Steve, please," you were whispering against his skin, and like always, he listened to you, placing his hands firmly against the table top on either side of you for leverage as he started to roll his hips into yours at a faster pace.

You grasped Steve's shoulders, digging your nails onto the fabric of the sweater he was wearing, wrinkling it as your moans were becoming less and less contained.

"Thought you said you could be quiet," Steve told you teasingly, despite the quivering of his own voice as he shoved himself back into you and cursed once again. In retaliation, you nipped at the skin on his neck affectionately, and it caused him to let out a particularly loud moan, "Fuck, okay I'll stop teasing." He laughed softly, and bit his bottom lip until it was tender as he fucked into you harder and faster, suppressing his own groans of pleasure.

The table under you began to creak with your movements, but you couldn't really say anything as his cock was making you feel so good and it honestly wasn't that loud, just a quiet creaking with every buck of his hips.

You felt your orgasm building up inside of you, your legs starting to twitch as heat pooled over your lower half and you lifted your head to tell him right in his ear how good he was making you feel, and that you were close.

"I love when you talk like this, fuck," Steve was saying in response and he picked up the pace now, his thrusts becoming sporadic and hitting a certain spot in you that had you squeezing your eyes shut and focusing on that heat inside of you.

"Bite down on me when it happens, I know you'll be loud," Steve told you, his voice husky and breathless as he clenched his teeth. You nodded and pressed your face back into his neck and you were panting his name in broken whispers as he brought you right to the edge.

You had done as told when it hit you finally, sinking your teeth into him as muffled whines slipped past your lips as your orgasm rocked through you in waves of pleasure.

The combination of your walls fluttering around him and your mouth biting down on Steve's neck pushed him right over the edge not too long after, and with a final curse, he buried himself into your cunt and went still.

You hooked your legs tightly around him, keeping him there as he finished inside of you, feeling shock waves of heat and release continuing to grip at your body...

A few minutes had passed, you were still clinging to Steve and his head had fallen over your shoulder, his body heaving against you as your respective orgasms passed and you were post in post orgasmic bliss.

It was you who moved first, gently lifting your head off of his shoulder and letting your eyes graze over the pretty impressive mark you'd left on the spot you bit down on before he was lifting his head too to look at you.

There was a lazy smile on his lips, and his cheeks were flushed. There was also a smug look in his gaze that turned into adoration when you leaned in to kiss his tender and slightly swollen lips from him having to bite down on them to keep as quiet as possible.

"Honestly, I think you're the best librarian," he joked, "Is there a way I can talk you up to your boss? Maybe get you promoted to the front desk all the time?"

Even though he had literally just came inside of you, he was still making jokes and you smacked his shoulder, and replied "You aren't talking to her, especially with that mark on your neck. Way to make it obvious. If I lose my job, Harrington, you're taking care of me full-time."

He blinked, then laughed, and said, "I don't mind it honestly, anything to keep my girl happy." You were kissing again, just until you had to go back up and finish your shift, hoping that you could properly get back up the stairs and sit without your thoughts drifting back to what had just happened in this basement.

[fe-fictions]

I need more of the gaggle Gautiers. Do you happen to have any more reposts for them?

(I only have one more repost for the Gautier fam... their first introduction!!! Please send in more prompts for them if you want to see more, I'd love to keep writing them ;; U ;; )

Sylvain had certainly slowed down a little bit since the end of the war.

This was due to a few different reasons; the first was living in peace time meant there wasn’t as much need for training.

The other was that he married the Archbishop. Naturally, that came with a lot of new responsibilities, and actual romance he’d never been able to experience.

But the third reason was the one taking his focus; a hoard of red-headed, wild children bursting out the front gates of the monastery and charging straight for him.

“PAPA’S BACK!!” Several loud, young voices exclaimed, and he barely had enough time to dismount his horse and crouch down in front of them before he was charged by the swarm. The very cute, very happy, very much so his children, swarm.

“A-all right, all right. I missed you, too.” He laughed, fighting to keep his balance as more of them ran into him. There weren’t really that many; it was only about four of them, but each one was precious and filled with energy, just like he used to be as a child.

The oldest, hardly over the age of seven, was currently wrapping his arms around his father’s neck and squeezing him tightly (if he wasn’t in armor he was sure he’d be fighting to breathe).

The youngest, who was two and a half, was still waddling behind her siblings and trying to keep up so she could hug her Papa, too.

The middle pair, his twins, were currently climbing over his back and onto his shoulders, fighting for his attention. 

It was all he could do to keep from crumbling under their energy.

“We missed you, Papa!!”

“Did you have lots of fun?!”

“Did you bring us anything back?”

“Snacks?”

“Presents?!”

“A horse?!”

“A new necklace for Mama??”

“A quill for Uncle Seteth?!”

“He was really mad when you left, y’know.”

“He doesn’t like it when you chase us down the halls!!”

“He found the bust of Saint Cichol that we broke by accident-”

“W-we didn’t break it!! It was the creepy guys who live under the church!!”

“Yeah!!”

“Papa…” Sylvain was able to hear the soft, shy voice of his littlest one, his precious girl who was barely able to make her way through the crowd of kids and reach her father. Those chubby cheeks were begging to be kissed.

“Okay, everyone, settle down-” Sylvain plucked his son off, kissing his forehead and setting him down. He peeled off the first twin, kissed her cheek, and managed to flip her brother over and kiss his nose. “I missed you all very much. Now go let Mama know that I’ve come home.”

“Yes sir!!” They burst away from him and stumbled back up to the monastery gates, a very unimpressed Seteth already chiding them for running off so recklessly.

In their haste they bumped their little sister, sending her tumbling backwards- but with expert Dad Reflexes, Sylvain caught her, scooping her up and away from the painful ground.

“Easy there, little girl.” He beamed at her, “Did you miss me, too?”

“Yeah.” She huffed, teeny, tiny hands coming around his neck and hugging her as best she could. Oh, he could just melt on the spot.

“I missed you, too, sweetheart. Did you behave for Mama while I was gone?”

“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, spreading her arms wide. “This good.”

“Ohh, wow. That’s very good.” He kissed her nose, earning a shy little giggle. “Almost good enough for, say...a present?”

“Present.” She confirmed, eyes widening. It was his favorite thing about his littlest girl. She had dark blue hair just like you used to, but there was no mistaking her father’s eyes. 

They lit up with joy when he revealed a small package just for her, which jingled happily when she started to tear the paper away.

Sure enough, there was a small stuffed bunny in her hands, that looked up at her with handsome button eyes.

“You like it?” He asked as he bounced her gently, earning a vigorous nod and a happy blush on her rosy cheeks. Absolutely made the week away from his family worth it.

“Thank you, Papa.”

“You’re welcome. Just make sure you keep it a secret for now, okay? The others will get their presents soon, but for now, you’re the only one. It’s between us.” He said with a wink. She snuggled into her new bunny, but nodded all the same.

“Secret.” She whispered. Goddess, he was blessed.

He carried her up to the monastery, letting her hold the horse’s reins and “guide” the beast along with them. It didn’t take long for you to appear, though, coming down the steps of the main building and smiling at the sight of your husband.

“I take it the talks went well?” You said, spotting the toy in your daughter’s hands. He smirked, handing the horse to one of the stable hands and setting his girl down on the ground.

“As always. It’s not hard to get things done when you’re the Archbishop’s closest advisor.”

“I’m sure the ring on your finger had something to do with it, too.” You added, welcoming his arms around your waist with a smile and a kiss. “...Welcome home.”

“Good to be home.” He murmured against you, kissing you once more. “I hope the kids weren’t too rough on you, this time. Seteth looked like he was about to rake them over the coals when they were running back.”

“They were a little more excited than usual, though that might be my fault.” You explained, breaking apart long enough to take his hand in yours, and your daughter’s in the other. “There’s something I told them that...I need to tell you.”

“Oh?”

“Mama secret.” The toddler chimed in, looking at her jingling bunny. “No tell Papa.”

“Mama secret?” He echoed, eyebrows raised. He looked at you for an explanation, but you just shrugged, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” You assured him, “Let’s get you settled into something more comfortable.”

“Please and thank you.” He grinned, “Hey sweetheart, why don’t you go and play with Flayn? I think she’s looking for you.”

“Okay.”

She scampered off as quick as her legs could carry her (not very), both her parents proudly watching her go off on her next adventure, jingling the entire way.

“I don’t think we could ever top that, honestly.”

“Hmm?”

“I love all my children equally, and you know this. But Goddess, we were unbelievably blessed with the cutest human being on the face of the earth. Probably of all time.”

“You’re just saying that because she’s the baby, and she has different hair from your ginger brood.”

“You have to admit it gives her an advantage. She’s going to have all the boys after her.”

“That’s what her brothers and sister are for.”

“The twins are gonna be all over that.” He agreed, escorting you up to the bedroom. “Though I’ve gotta admit, I’m impressed you can still keep secrets from me, even with all my little informants.”

“I know you think you’re the favorite parent, but...there’s a reason we have Mama secrets.” 

“Care to tell me what it is?”

“Not yet. But I will admit, it’s not going to be as easy for a little while.”

“Why’s that?” 

“Well,” You released his hand, undoing the latch and letting yourself into the bedroom. You paused in the doorway, peeking back at him, “There’s going to be another informant that has to keep the secrets, too.”

“Oh, I see.” He nodded, it made sense. Then he gasped.

And choked on air.

And proceeded to tumble into the bedroom behind you. 

“W-wait, another informant-!?”

Your reunion home proceeded to wash away all of Sylvain’s exhaustion with your special little announcement, as if he couldn’t be over the moon enough with the big, beautiful family he already had. 

There was no reason for him to be as fast paced and stressed out as he used to be; he was allowed to slow down.

After all, he easily had the greatest family in the world. And it was about to get a little bit bigger (and a little more ginger).

[ilyasorokinn]

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holy cannoli! it's cray to finally be here again. i'm so excited and happy to be on here. i love you all and have made so many amazing friends on here. to the people who have been here since day 1 or you followed yesterday, from the bottom of my heart, i love you all!

okay, so i wanted to something speical for my 3 year anniversary on here (i don't actually know the date, but i posted my first fic on here on october 10, 2020) so, this year, i'm opening requests!

before you send anyting in, please read the rules below :)

rules for requesting blurbs,

please look at the lists i've created of who i will and will not write for (all of those are listed on the hub in my pinned post) it doesn't have to be hockey. it can be anyone on those lists.

i also have a list of prompts you can request from, but when you do it, please specify which prompt list and which number.

rules for requesting edits,

please look at the lists i've created of who i will and will not write for (all of those are listed on the hub in my pinned post) it doesn't have to be hockey. it can be anyone on those lists.

(optional!) pick a faceclaim! (ie. model, actress, etc.) if you don't, i'll just end up picking someone, so if you want someone in particular, please lmk!

rules for everything,

au (hockey fam au, ross mac au, mat barzal au, etc.) can also be requested for as well.

i have the final say, so if your request makes me uncomfortable, i won't write it.

please be kind :)

thank you! again, i love you all so mcuh and wouldn't be here without you. have fun, i love you all. *muah* <3

tagging some friends: @2manytabsopen @typical-simplelove @kolsmikaelson @fallinallincurls @norrisjosh @laurenairay @comphyjost @boqvistsbabe @senditcolton @iwantahockeyhimbo @ghostyjosty @nylwnder @sydnikov @tonyspep @alextturcotte @lam-ila @sebbyaho @drei-mrssvechii @senditcolton @bitchinbarzal @smileysvech @because-she-goes (i know i missed a lot of people, so i'm very sorry about that. i love you all <3)

[dragonflylady77]

Neil gets what’s coming to him / dies a gruesome death fics - (a non-exhaustive list)

*disclaimer: I have read some of them, but not all of them so don't come at me. If you want me to add any to this list, send me an ask or a DM

Updated 4 October 2023 to say there is an event catering to this very special trope so go give @fallofneilhargrove a follow and read to your heart's content!! Here is the link for that collection on Ao3.

In no particular order:

ain't no rest for the wicked by desperat

Burying Monsters by Sir_Howdy

you can't cheat death when you're digging your own grave by @grabmyboner

cut the shit (handle it) by @holl0w-city

Seven Foot Wave, Six Feet Under (steddilly) by @writer-in-theory

No More Monster by @destroya2005

Forget About What Happened Here by @half-oz-eddie

The following by @bentnotbroken1fanfiction

Steve Goes To Jail AU

Max can't take it anymore

When Push Comes To Shove

The following by @lucdarling

stings like she means it (fear street crossover feat dead!neil)

kinktober 2020, chapter 19, poison (crime fam au)

Rumor Has It

Serious (as a heart attack)

Forged in Blood

the following fics by @dastardlydandelion

praefoco

tot acerba funera or, the ABCs of Neil Hargrove's death

edited + expanded supplicium (prompted by @keziahrain)

periculum in mora

dolor sicut ratio (the axe fics before axecution)

blasphemia(caos crossover, feat smooches with lilith)

axecution series

micis

nex

the gay garbage disposal au

famelicus(dark crack torture fic, dead dove: do not eat, pls read the notes + tags, billy’s mother/susan pwp)

repudium (solo susan pwp feat dead!neil, literal murder porn/gorn, also pls read the tags + notes)

[tafeekafee]

About me

Hello there^^

You can call me tafee! It’s actually a mix out of my real name and the German word for fairy (Fee) so take a guess where my fairy emoji stems from:)

You can also find me on ao3 (tafeekafee) where I posted some ATEEZ fics. Maybe one day I’ll transfer them here. Let me know if that is easier!

You can find my masterlist here:

Masterlist tafeekafee

REQUESTS

Please send some requests or (personal) questions or whatever you like! I am a pretty open person and am happy to share stuff about my writing process or things about myself or whatever you would like to know😊

I love to have a full inbox and I promise at one point I will definitely get to the fics!

I currently feel most comfortable writing ATEEZ and THE ROSE though if inspiration strikes I might get back into writing STRAY KIDS more often. I may post some SEVENTEEN stuff in some time.

Honestly I don’t know how to specify what I write – it really depends on the requests. Worst case scenario is that I thank you for the requests and will kindly tell you ‘no, I can’t’ or refer you to a different blog! For each group check out the members I will write for below – members in (brackets) will probably only appear as sickies if you request them!

If you want to know about me feel free to ask but for now let me tell you a bit about myself:

I am from Germany and was born in 2001

I have only been a K-Pop fan since early 2023 when I accidentally stumbled upon a Stray Kids sickfic on ao3

I switched to tumblr now because a) some friends have my ao3 and I feel weird posting there and b) the K-Pop community is more active here and I feel so thankful for every like and comment and interaction I receive here since it doesn’t feel like I am writing into the void now <3

I honestly love talking about my interests so hit me up in the chat or asks

I am currently writing my thesis in Theology (though I didn’t study theology, if you are interested how that came to happen, ask XD) so I might drop off the face of earth spontaneously if I don’t focus more on that soon…

🧭 STRAY KIDS

are my first K-Pop love

my favorite songs are: Hellevator, Thunderous, #LoveStay, Fam and Lonely St.

my biases are: Lee Know and Seungmin

will write for: Lee Know, (Hyunjin) and Seungmin

⌛ ATEEZ

I discovered ATEEZ through Kingdom: Legendary War and fell in love with their concept and Hongjoong’s long hair lol

my favorite songs are: Star 1117, Wonderland (Symphony No. 9), The Leaders, MATZ and Not Okay

my biases are: Hongjoong (ult. Bias), Jongho and Yunho

will write for: Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, (Yeosang), San, (Wooyoung) and Jongho

🌹 THE ROSE

I know they aren’t really K-Pop but I adore them and their music so much I went to two concerts (drove 2 and 4 hours respectively) ad got up at 3AM for the Coachella livestreams

my favorite songs are: Sorry, Cosmo, Eclipse, Back to Me and She’s in the Rain (it was so hard to decide, they are all so good!)

my bias is: Hajoon

will write for: all of them

I occasionally listen to Day6 (Zombie, Congratulations and Love me or Leave me) and BtoB (Beautiful Pain, Pray and The Song).

I am currently slipping into Diamond Life especially since I will get to see SEVENTEEN (Trauma, Circles and Monster) at Lollapalooza in Berlin. I am already so excited!!!

IN PROCESS

⌛ ATEEZ:

Yeosang: Sick before a concert (slight Angst)

Seonghwa: Stomach flu

San: Appendicitis

Hongjoong: Sick at Coachella

Yunho: Fever at Night (request)

???: Domestic sickfic

Headcanons: Sick but not sick enough to stay home (request)

Headcanons: Headaches & Migraines (request)

🧭 Stray Kids:

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🌹 The Rose:

Hajoon: Insecure series

Hajoon: Sick alone

Hajoon: Sick during Q&A + concert

Headcanons: Sick but not sick enough to stay home (request)

❔️??? - Dialogue prompts

"Hyung, can you come and get me, please?"

Warnings and disclaimer below cut

I am very reluctant to assume anything about our favourite idols. However, in my writings – though I do my best to stay as true to their personalities and characteristics as possible - I think of them of "just another character" not a reflection of the real person. Remember that nothing they think, do or say in fanfictions might be what the actually would think, do or say. Remember that these fanfictions are fictional works and do not reflect the real-life idols.

[avatarrecom]

Hello hello

I thought I'd give ya'll an list of the things that I'm planning to write/got requests for.

Please note that the list is not in publishing order and that I can't say anything about publishing dates other than that I'm trying to get them out asap, but with therapy, Christmas (at school and with both my fams), New Year, trying to finish crocheting the baby blanket for my new nephew (who's already 1 week old and utterly adorable omg) and my parents 25 marriage anniversary, I don't have that much time to write. I'm hoping to have more time in the new year.

I'm including the status of everything and I'll reblog this post when I update the status.

My requests are still open. If I missed one or if you have a request, just pop a message in my inbox and I'll add them!

Requests: ARE STILL OPEN!!

NSFW alphabet: not started Characters: Mansk: X Lyle: X - R - T Prager: X Fike: X Lopez: X Ja: P - G Poly: Ja & Lopez: T - W

Flirty (read: horny) Lopez hitting on reader in Spanish: not started

Harry Potter Custody AU: currently writing

Lyle reacting to his partner getting pregnant: not started

Spider in a wheelchair Custody AU: not started

Love is strong, love lives on pt.2 (link to pt.1): not started

Recoms reacting to their s/o using their safe word (HC's): not started

My own idea's:

Kidnapped Without a Home: (link to masterlist) Chapter 5: not started Character visualization & moodboards of the submitted characters: not started (you can still submit your own character! and for the ones who submitted a recom s/o character, send me a message with what roll you want them to have since they weren't chosen as an s/o)

Poly recoms x reader with the prompt, "You killed innocent people because of your loyalty, don’t blame me for my own." not started

Getting married to the recoms (I'm not sure if it's gonna be a poly story or headcanons for everyone, what do you guys want?) not started

A part of me has departed with you pt.2 (link to pt.1) not started

Surprise project: currently writing

It's a long list and like I said, I'm trying to get them all out asap.

Which ones are you exited for? maybe I can keep that in mind with what i'm writing first.

[rae-gar-targaryen]

For your sleepover Saturday, how does Fanboy propose to Cielo?! What are your thoughts? I'd feel like he'd be so nervous but also excited

Oooooohhhh Abby, here we go -- you've unlocked some LORE!

Mickey enlists Payback, Rooster, Bob, and Phoenix's help for the proposal. Go team Dagger!

First pillar of the plan-- Phoenix takes you/Cielo out for a manicure.

"I'm not usually one for this stuff," she says, "but you have good taste, so I trust you." With your nails freshly done, and coffee in hand, you're unknowingly being kept occupied while Rueben, Mickey, Bradley, and Bob go set up...

Second pillar of the plan -- Mickey knows you've always loved the Botanic Gardens in Encinitas. So he's bought tickets for the day, and for a tour. He tells you he's excited for a day out with you, but only when you and Natasha are done with your plans, of course...

Reuben is set up in the conservatory area, incognito, so he can snap pics of the moment. Rooster and Bob (knowing all of your favorite flowers) have helped Mickey plan out all the stops on the tour, and where best to pop the question.

Mickey greets you at the entrance of the botanic garden. He seems a little jittery, and you tell him so. He gives you his usual million-watt smile (although, is it shakey, or is it just you?) And tells you,

"Lo siento, cielo. Just had a bit more coffee than usual today... Ready?"

And with that, hand on the small of your back, he guides you through the botanic garden tour. Stopping to take your picture next to the greenery and whenever you hit particularly good lighting (he is nothing if not the ultimate Instagram BF)...

Until you get to the conservatory area, where he stops you by a California Sunshine Protea, its yellow and orange fiery buds protruding every which way in the direction of the actual sun shining through the glass. You're admiring it, Mickey shuffling with something in your periphery, until you turn to see...

Mickey, on one knee, with a small, blue velvet box, open in his hand -- a cushion-cut aquamarine stone set proudly in a warm, rose gold band.

"Every day with you, I wake up and fall in love all over again. I want to spend the rest of my life falling in love with you, cielo," he says. "Marry me? Because..." he looks into your eyes with his swirling, golden-brown ones, "I love you."

"I know," you reply, your voice catching in your throat as you hold your hand out for Mickey to slide on the ring.

"Did you just Han Solo me?? ... Is that a yes?"

"Yes, it's a yes!"

Reuben captures the sweetest pictures of your surprised face, the two of you kissing next to the sunshine protea, and comes out to greet and celebrate with you, prompting you to laugh at just how all planned out this was. After which, Mickey tells you he and Bob helped him pick out the ring -- a blue stone, aquamarine, of course, for his cielo. His sky. And perfect for the man who carries his heart with him, whether he's in the sky or at sea. Set in rose gold, of course, perfectly emulant of the warmth of your love, your matching sun tattoos, and the golden hearth that is his smile.

Mickey has planned a romantic dinner along the water where the two of you celebrated your first anniversary. Unbeknownst to both of you, Rooster has covered the tab. And you meet the entire Dagger fam the next night to celebrate your engagement. Maverick, Hangman, and Coyote are ready at the bar to toast to your happiness.

(Also, we KNOW Payback would be Fanboy's best man. But I'm calling it now -- Rooster and Phoenix are Cielo's bridespersons.)

We're having a sleepover!

Send your requests here.

[foreverindreamlandd]

Hey friends! So this holiday season is going to be a bit of a bummer for me (which will be pretty blatantly explained in a personal fix-it fic I plan on writing in December lol....who's ready for some Lumberjack Bucky??), and decided to do a month-long sleepover to ignore my issues in the real world! Yay!!!!

LOL for real though, I do love the holidays and watching Christmas movies and reading cheesy winter-related fics so I thought it would be fun to do this! It'll be a mix of inbox-related shenanigans as well as a writing challenge-ish type thing (aren't I amazing at explaining things? Lol).

Here is all the fun stuff I have planned

Inbox Shenanigans!

🎄 fic recs: Send me recommendations of your favorite fics to add to my ever growing TBR pile!

🎅🏼 secret santa: Anonymously write a little love letter to another blog and I'll tag them in it!

☃️ christmas cards: Send me some winter-themed asks!

🧣no context ships: Send me a random fact and I’ll ship you with a marvel/stranger things character or bucky barnes au (please tell me which you would prefer in the ask!) ((oh and if you ever wanted to ship ME with someone I’d be the happiest little bean 🥺👉👈))

🌿 mistletoe: Send me 3 people/mutuals/characters and we’ll play classic kmk (kiss, marry, kill...sorry fam but we keep it mostly PG on this blog lol).

🍪 holiday faves: Tell me your favorite holiday/winter books, movies, tv shows, foods, all the things you love about this time of year!

Winter/Holiday-Themed Writing Challenge!

Masterlist

Obviously this is a no pressure thing, it's just that I low(high)-key love holiday fics and want to read any of the ones y'all come up with ;) You're also welcome to share an old one that you wrote and just want it to get some extra love!

Here are a few ideas below! Feel free to use any of them or write something totally different that's winter or holiday themed! I will be creating a separate ongoing masterlist for submissions and will read/share as many as I can!

My only rule on this is that it cannot contain any smut in order for it to be shared on my blog. 💖

Prompt Ideas:

prompt list 1

prompt list 2

The sleepover will last for the entire month of December! Feel free to participate as much or as little as you'd like! Thank you for being so supportive of me and my blog these last 18 months <3 I'm sorry I've been a little MIA but I'm excited to spend the holidays with you all :)

No-pressure tagging some moots:

@sweetascanbee @sweetdreamsbuck @treatbuckywkisses @imaginearyparties @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare @rodrikstark @fandoms-writings @writing-for-marvel @carrotfantasimp @traitorjoelite @pellucid-constellations @navybrat817 @simmerandcry

Divider by @firefly-graphics

[sasstastikarts]

STFU AND COMMISSION ME! Paypal (paypal.me/Sasstastikarts) ~Or support me on Patreon!

for real tho. help plz. I lost my job and the writer I was illustrating for died. If you have any questions feel free to ask; I’m pretty open to ideas that aren’t listed above. USD Prices only and are subject to change depending on how this month goes...

Please send your request filling these prompts:

Shot type: 

Bust   [  ]

Mid    [  ]

Full    [  ]

Only check one of the following:

Detailed Sketch [  ]

Line Art              [  ]

Colored:

[  ] flat

[  ] cell shading

[  ] soft shading

[  ] detailed shading*

Character references (I’ll need as detailed of a reference as possible especially if I don’t know the character ie: what they wear, their basic characteristics and so on):

Preferred pose: (please send a description of what you want your character(s) to be doing including expression. We can be pretty vague here like friendly, silly, serious, action): 

*with detailed shading we’ll need to talk about what you’d like ie: colors, what kind of texture you’d like etcetera.

Be kind, be friendly, and be specific!

Please, private message me or email me at scoobyfrk91@gmail.com, and wait till I give the “okay” for payment!

Take care fam! ~❤~

[minijenn]

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!! BOTH FOR ART AND FOR WRITING!!! 

As per usual, feel free to send me a PM through any of the above channels to request yours! Also, bear in mind that all payments will be processed over PayPal and that for most of these (outside of comics and full pieces) must be paid full price up front before I will start working on them. Also generally all prices are negotiable but I will uphold to the above prices mostly (though the line is blurred a little for the bigger projects)

As for what I’ll draw, basically here’s that list:

Art Commissions

Ok, so I should also make it pretty clear that all these prices are negotiable, depending on what your request is (and how complex it is) As for what I’ll draw, basically here’s that list:

Stuff for these fandoms:

Kingdom Hearts (includes Keys to the Kingdom content)

Owl House

Amphibia

Legend of Zelda

Gravity Falls

Steven Universe

Infinity Train

She-Ra: Princesses of Power

Avatar: The Last Airbender (extra cost, see above)

Disney (Any of their animated movies fit, also Pixar)

Other Nintendo franchises (Mario, Animal Crossing, Metroid, ect.)

(anything outside this stuff… I’m not very likely to have any talent in drawing, so be aware)

Expect pretty much anything to be in my usual style, as seen above, unless you have a specific request for a different style (which could cost a little extra, depending on how challenging it is) Here are a few other things to keep in mind: 

The most characters you can request in a colored character sketch is 6 (there is no character limit for uncolored)

The most sketches you can request in a sketch dump is 12

The most pages you can request per comic is 4

I will draw character death/blood/violence/gore/ect but not in an explicit manner

Here’s what I won’t draw:

NSFW (like at the very most I’ll draw a kiss tbh)

Ships I don’t support (and if you ask for one of these, I’ll let you know if I won’t go for it)

Fandoms/crossovers I’m not familiar with

I do reserve the right to reject or accept requests based on personal reasons!

Writing Commissions

$5 per 100 words

$10 per 1000 words

Max 10,000 words (so max $100), I won’t write more than that for any one comm

I will also only be taking requests from the following fandoms this time around:

Kingdom Hearts (Keys to the Kingdom specific content is fair game (encouraged even!)

Legend of Zelda (set in any game)

Owl House

Amphibia (never written for Amphibia before but I’ll try)

Anything else is on a case by case basis

And as for the rules of these writing prompts, they’re as such:

I won’t write any sort of porn/smut/lemon, other gross stuff

I won’t write for any ship I’m not familiar with/comfortable with

I won’t write anything with any non-canon OCs in it, sorry fam, they’re yours, not mine

Any and all tones are allowed, from teeth-rotting fluff to the angstiest of angsts

Be as specific as possible when requesting a writing prompt, just so I can make sure I’m giving you what you want (i.e. include a brief blurb of a plot you want me to tackle, or if you don’t have one in mind, a quote or a prompt works too! Heck, even just a character interaction you might want to see me take on is fine)

Lengths are negotiable, everything here is by a case by case basis

Again, I do reserve the right to reject or accept requests based on personal reasons!

Feel free to forward any questions you may have my way! As mentioned before, please send commission requests via PM please! I’m really looking to see what you guys come up with this time around, so let’s have at it!