#surrender-fic

[ofmermaidstories]

i know i said i’d never share how i picture the Y/Ns from IAL, but i consider the other characters like Haru to be fair game. so here he is—the kid sidekick himself. he’s saying sorry in JSL, but he’s not really sorry at all.

[uzumaki-is-empty-head]

subzam for the doodle requests? :3 or just subz

anon.... anything for you..... anon......

alt ver without the mini doodles xp

Also using this chance to finally set free this scrapped subz wip i have WAH! (I meant for him to have those cartoony glossy eyes and eyebags, but it kinda makes him look like he has slaying eye makeup lol! i honestly rlly like it :3c)

[bakedbakermom]

Sweet Surrender (read on ao3)

kinky smut // rated X // 20.5k tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr

“You want me to… dominate you?” he asks, in the careful tones of a man who has just spotted a glittering treasure chest across the room and is testing the floor for booby traps.

Mulder and Scully have some good kinky fun. Pure, dirty, smutty smut.

Posting the prologue today, the rest tomorrow. I'm not teasing, I'm building antici ....................... pation. 😜

[ramblers-lets-get-ramblin]

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[leslutdepointedulac]

Surrender

MicroMay ~ Week 3: Surrender

“Please could you come in here for a moment, Lestat?” Louis stands by a table in the front parlour, the surface littered with various bits of paper. A couple of sheets are in his hand, as he looks through them with a frown on his face. 

There’s no sign of Lestat, so Louis calls him again. He knows he’s at home, he heard him come back from his hunt about an hour ago. Louis had come into the parlour in the hopes of finding him there, to discuss replacing the servants. They do this every few years to avoid suspicion. When Louis entered the parlour, he didn’t find Lestat, but instead found this ever-growing pile of papers on one of the side-tables. The matter of the servants has been temporarily banished from Louis’ mind; this is something he wants to address sooner rather than later. 

Just as Louis’ about to call for him a third time, Lestat enters the room. “I heard you the first time, there’s no need to shout.” He stops a couple of metres away from him. 

“Yet you didn’t think to respond sooner.” Louis lifts his eyes and sees him in what appears to be new clothes. “What’s this?” He stares pointedly at the clothing. 

Lestat preens from the attention. “It’s nice, non? This shade of red is rather dazzling.” 

“This is exactly what I mean to discuss.” Louis’ tone is disapproving. He holds up the papers. “I take it you know what these are.” 

A shrug. “Receipts. I was going to move them if that’s the problem.” 

Louis lets out a sigh and shakes his head. “The problem is that there’s so many of them. You can’t keep spending money like this. What you’re wearing now, it’s new, but you only came home with new clothing last week.” 

“I like to stay on track with the times.” 

“This has to stop, Lestat. It’s out of control.” 

Lestat narrows his eyes at Louis. “We’re not short of money. It’s really not an issue.”

An exasperated noise escapes Louis. “It’s not about the money, it’s about you not knowing when to stop. You don’t need everything all at once.” He picks up another sheet. “And this. Another doll for Claudia.”

“She likes them.” Lestat starts sounding defensive. 

“She’s grown out of them. She doesn’t want them anymore, haven’t you noticed?” 

Hurt flashes across Lestat’s face but he quickly recovers. “If she wants me to stop then she can tell me herself.” 

Louis flings the papers down with a sigh. Lestat wouldn’t stop, he’s only saying that to placate him. He’s clinging onto her childhood, though he won’t admit it. Louis glances back at Lestat, studying him. “Can you lessen your shopping trips, please? It’s gotten ridiculous and soon enough we’ll be drowning in your purchases.” 

He moves to leave, wanting to end the conversation there but Lestat blocks his path. “Tell me you don’t like it when I show up in something new.”

“That’s not the point.” Louis tries to go around him but he’s stopped when Lestat blocks him again, this time, stepping forward as well. Louis’ forced back slightly. “Don’t do this.” He says in a tired voice. 

Lestat simply smiles at him. “Admit you like seeing me in new clothes.” He forces him back another step. “I know you do, Louis. I can see it in your eyes, the desire you feel for me.” 

“Stop it.” Louis tries to come across as forceful, but his tone is quiet and breathy. He’s backed up again and bumps into the table behind him, a sheet of paper falls onto the floor. He puts a hand on the tabletop to steady himself; his other hand comes up between them, resting on Lestat’s chest as if to push him back, though he doesn’t attempt to move him. 

Warm breath hits his face as Lestat leans in, hovering his lips over Louis’. “Admit it, and you can go.” He says in a low voice. He’s met with a mildly defiant gaze, though it’s largely overtaken by the previously stated desire. “Say it.” His voice comes out in a whisper this time. 

Louis tenses as Lestat’s hands are placed on either side of his neck, high enough so that both of his thumbs are able to caress his face. “Leave me alone.” Louis’ tone matches Lestat’s in a whisper, no heart in it whatsoever. The hand meant to support him on the table slips a bit on the paper, making him lean slightly further back. Lestat follows him, still teasing his lips over Louis’. 

“Say it.” 

“No.” 

Their gazes remain locked, watching each other intently. Louis’ eyes flicker between Lestat’s, trying to anticipate his next move. His heart rate quickens, his breathing becomes heavy and catches in his throat. Louis’ eyelids flutter shut as Lestat finally presses their lips together, a content sigh leaving him as he does. 

Lestat moves his body closer, so he’s got Louis pressed right up against the table behind him. He runs a hand down the length of his body and brings it round to rest on his back, holding him up just as Louis’ supporting arm gives out from underneath him. 

The motion causes Louis to produce a small gasp, making his lips part. Lestat takes the opportunity and slips his tongue into his mouth. Their mouths move in tandem, their tongues scraping against each other’s fangs and drawing small droplets of blood. Their sighs and groans are only intensified by the blood. The taste of their blood mingling together makes Louis moan into Lestat’s mouth. 

He’s drawn closer by the hand on his back but he gently pushes at his shoulder. Lestat only relents when Louis’ pushing becomes more adamant. “What is it?” He pants against his lips. He allows him to straighten up but keeps his hands on him. 

Louis opens his mouth then stops, shaking his head. Lestat rolls his eyes and presses their mouths together again. He’s won this time. 

[The Desire You Feel A03]

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[acowardinmordor]

okay, insane people comment, but. Why the fuck is everyone writing about people who are broke making lasagna? Specifically Eddie. Do you know how expensive lasagna is? Real lasagna at least? A pound of mozz? And Ricotta? excuse me? And beef and sausage, and the right noodles that always damn break but are never on sale and they almost never have coupons for. We used to make it with drained cottage cheese, whatever meat was in the 'use it today or maybe die' sale pile, and you didn't mention that the top layer of noodles was sorta like the bottom of a bag of chips. And! It takes an age! Even if you don't make your own sauce, which several fics have referenced, it takes a long damn while just for the assembling bit. Then you bake it for a solid hour!

Stop saying that someone put together some lasagna, they have a quick talk and then pull it out of the oven. That's less believeable that monsters and dimensions and teenagers with emotional maturity and I don't know why but I have finally broken. Snapped. Stop with this imaginary lasagna from scratch that someone the fic is calling broken can afford to make or possibly make in that much time, please. please I'm begging you.

[cuubism]

"how longingly" is such a great fic. I feel like I could summarize it as "subby pillow prince with a stunning lack of self awareness has spent his entire life trying to be a service top and wondering why this never works out for him."

that's it!! you broke it down to its bare essentials!!

just let Dream get taken care of in bed 2kforever, this poor man just needs to learn to let go of control for a second. get loose get messy stop making it perfect. relax and actually enjoy it. he needed that experience with Hob, really, needed to learn that he can feel loved and wanted and taken care of during sex.

I love it so much. I feel like I can only write service top Hob recently. And if there's usually a little hint of soft dom Hob in there as well. Well who's counting.

[gardenoflupins]

My wolfstar angel/demon au is so rule #34 coded

[elavoria]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @sheirukitriesfandom, thank you! I tag @nostalgic-breton-girl and @dirty-bosmer. : )

A very short snippet to-day as I don’t want to subject you all to a variation of a conversation I’ve already posted, but this part amuses me—Isanna about to tell Regill about the contingency plan she stored in the secret cache, that transfers command to him in the event she loses herself to demonic influence:

“So,” he said, clasping his hands on the table in front of him. “What did you wish to speak with me about?” Upon realizing that she didn’t know how to lead into the conversation, she simply stared at him instead of answering. I want you to kill me wouldn’t do, not without context.

Isanna, my dear, perhaps you should have thought about that before he showed up. This relegates the previous “I’ll kill you” exchange to a reassurance in a desperate moment, which I think works better, anyway.

[ofmermaidstories]

I kicked myself into going outside today and had the pleasure of witnessing a sunshower just as I was passing by one of those pop-up flower stands— it was wonderful and warm and magical and my first thought was 'wowowow' but my second thought was Surrender :).

I'm currently rereading sjlt after finishing the reread of swyr and i want you to know that your writing is like a warm hug i love it so much. I'm too shy to leave a comment on ur fic but i hope an ask like this is okay to just vent my appriciation.

Hope you have a gentle day <3

it’s always okay. 🥺🌷 thank-you for coming by and saying so!!! the beginning of my week was kinda busy—i couldn’t sit down and devote the time i wanted to, to your ask. but it was on my mind a lot because i drove through several sunshowers (a couple late in the afternoon, and a couple early in the morning) and i think my thoughts were similar to yours, in that it was an initial awe for them and the way they turned the world gold—and then it made me think of something else, in this case your sweet words, waiting here in my inbox. you! out there in the greater world, walking past a flower stand in the rain. 🥺💐🌂📀✨🌦️ your day sounds like it was lovely, anon and im glad to be apart of it, even in a tiny, teeny way. 😌📖

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

A song to fill the silence~

Monarch has been defeated. Paris is safe yet again and an era of happiness and peace has begun... For most of Paris.

For those who don't know the cost of this peace.

But they know.

The heroes who were there that horrible day when the pavement outside a certain Mansion was stained red - who knew that villains bled the same way, the same color as everyone else? - and every single mask fell away and silence seemed to fill the air, their heads, their lungs, their souls, their everything.

Until fingers grazed the strings of a lyre.

Then they all knew what they had to do and, like singers in a choir, their hearts sang the same song.

[sadiecoocoo]

Guys… I think I’m gonna have to make a whole au for Surrender your Mind… I’ve changed so much from the original story… and I can’t address it all in the fics focusing on Rex and Anakin… once you guys see the first chp of the second fic in the series you’ll understand what I’ve done. I’m so sorry, to both my mental health and to you

[turbulenthandholding]

Chapter 4 is up! @anxietycroissant continues to be the best! Mind the rating and the tags! Enjoy!

[stargazingfromeden]

hey, me again, go check out the first chapter of my vamp!crowley x human!aziraphale fic i poured my brain soup into

[tadpolebrains]

Hadestown, but make it Wyllstarion.

Wyll is Orpheus.

Astarion is Eurydice.

[transingthoseformers]

Megatron: so here's a bunch of things you guys wanted, I surrender.

Dot:???

Dot:??????????? SCUSE ME?