#the fic idea that is in my brain. . mmh. . .

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Y'ALL I-

I saw someone point something out on tiktok, I believe after the first episode, and I just checked this episode and-

BIGB'S TASK ICON IS RED

WHEN IT APPEARS ON SCREEN AFTER THE COUNT DOWN THE PAPER IS RED, WHILE EVERYONE ELSE'S IS TAN

EXCUSE ME????!!?!

[lidoshka]

Medieval Zosan AU... of a sort

So there's this beautiful series titled "Medival Zosan AU" by @hazel-athena and I loved it!

...only I suspect the author was actually talking about "medieval Europe aesthetic" when they wrote their fic and not...well... whatever my brain came up with.

Anyway! have some sketches of my "medieval au fashion except it's anything BUT medieval europe"

And look, my brain did take a weird turn there, but it WORKS.

You can really read that fic and add whatever landscape you want: medieval mongolia? works. Medieval japan? piece of cake. Idia in the 9th century? sure, why not... and it will work, cause that story is very versatile!

Some other ideas I got while reading it:

I feel Shimotsuki's color is green so maybe the offical garbs for all palace workers (Nami and Usopp included) are green?

...then again brown is an easier color to dye for the general population (and maybe for kitchen staff too!)

I would love for Sanji to have black boots, but I seem to remember black dye ix very difficult to make and thus kinda expensive, so maybe he does have black boots but a regular cook's uniform would have some other color....mmh probably not even boots, just simpel shoes.

...not sandals tho, I imagine the weather in that country leans towards "cold"

anyway, if you're new in the fandom like me and you like Zosan I recommend this series! is really cool! ;D

[keepmeinmind-01]

Hello! So interested in exchange student AU and the dogs, but I HAVE to ask about plug in baby because that is giving me a weird image in my head.

thank you so much for asking @tina-mairin-goldstein :D

I'll go through them! I did a little too much writing last week and haven't managed much at all this week. No idea whether I need to rest and recharge or just get a bit more inspired LOL. But I can share some snippets—I write in chunks in the first draft stage so they're a bit everywhere, and these bits might not even make it into the final :')

Exchange Student AU

This is actually the prompt you gave me about a little Newt seeing Theseus and Percy together and being his accepting self!

A Second Person? Visiting the Scamander household?  Well—Second Person wasn’t trailing in. He seemed very confident and self-contained. In fact, Newt has always thought Theseus was exactly like that; but next to this shorter, dark-haired stranger, Theseus suddenly looked coltish and far too smiley. Newt clicked through the settings and accidentally zoomed in far too much on the stranger’s expensive-looking scarf.  Why does he want to spend time with Theseus? Newt mused, as most seven-year-olds with older siblings sometimes do: sure that his brother could hang the moon and stars if he tried, but chagrined by the pure bossiness their relationship seemed to entail enduring. 

Thesival Dogs

It's a one-shot (with several chapters LOL, I don't know if that stops it being a one-shot anymore). I started drafting this in a frenzy over four days because I felt bad about how kmim Theseus never really finds a partner he's comfortable with again. Losing those feelings of intimacy and trust forever hurt me. So, it's set sometime after the end of the election in kmim and kind of diverges from the rest of the outline I have planned for that long story. Theseus and Percival get into a sort of casual-sort of not relationship complicated by their respective traumas. When Percival accidentally triggers Theseus while they're working on a case together, they have to get through it and figure out how to re-negotiate the physical stuff. It goes well—well enough that Theseus accidentally summons his Patronus (a borzoi). But after Percival summons his (a German Shepherd) too, as a joke, the dogs stick around, so they spend the next day figuring out how to make them dispel and thinking about their relationship.

Nearer the start:

Each like a damning indictment—because of him, it could never be long term. Because it’s you, Theseus imagined, because it’s you, and it’s me, they could tangle their broken bodies together, but they couldn’t fix them.

Nearer the middle:

"Tell me how you imagined it," Percival demanded, voice roughening.  "I, ah..." Theseus faltered, uncharacteristically flustered by the heat kindling behind Percival's eyes. Get it together, Scamander. “Mmh?” “Er…” Theseus racked his brains, but it’d been weeks since he’d had a vaguely sexy thought. I thought it’d be nice seemed like a mood killer for someone as skilled in talking filth as Graves. And I love you was all of the steps too far. “You…hmm. You would…um. Or maybe I...or maybe not.”

Plug in Baby

This is named for a song by the band "Muse", because I always end up doing song lyric titles. I do have four other songs that fit wayyy better with the themes, plot points, etc, but even though Muse said they forgot what the song was about because they were high (LOL), there's something particularly good about this as a title imo. This is my dark!thesleta fic, where Leta joins Grindelwald at a rally and Theseus follows her. It's set in a world where Grindelwald and Dumbledore are much more organised and there are very partisan 'sides'. Theseus is less certain, trying to convince her to leave, but when something happens that makes him fall apart, Grindelwald has enough and brainwashes/reconditions him using a mixture of drugs and magic. The 'character is turned into a weapon against the ones they love' trope, basically. It goes downhill from there, and involves Newt, Tina, Grindelwald, and Dumbledore, focusing mostly on Theseus, Leta, and Newt. The ending is a bit bittersweet, but I'd say positive, given what happens. I'm curious what the image in your head was! Hopefully, no actual babies? XD

I have no big chunks of text for this one. Even though it's all planned in detail, it's being written in spotty chunks, so here are a few lines I've jotted down:

"You're getting better at this," Gellert said, removing the needle. His voice was approving, almost fond. "Hardly even a flinch anymore." How much did he require tonight? Surely his tolerance was not increasing this quickly.

Power still crackled through his veins like lightning seeking ground. He felt half-feral, drunk on destruction. Unstoppable.

[loneamaryllis]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thanks for the tag, @danpuff-ao3 !

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

41: 38 on the lone_amaryllis account, and 3 on the blackwhitelight account.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,550,865! Wow, that's a lot.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I have fallen into a Snarriet black hole, with occasional Harrymort stuff, so just Harry Potter at the moment. I'll eventually write some original things when I manage to power through all the HP fics I want to write.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Harrie and her Alpha, my A/B/O Snarriet fic

2. Snape's cat, the fic with Cat!Harrie and a Snape who loves cats

3. The Slut-Who-Lived, my Snarry fic written by the smut goblin that lives in my brain

4. Precious Horcrux, my dark Harrymort fic

5. The ritual, a Snarriet crack fic with smut

Snape's cat has so many kudos, haha. It's a small fic but it manages to reach the second spot!

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

Yes, I try to answer all the comments! I love talking with my readers! :D

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

Mmh, well, probably the first Snarriet fic I wrote, Shattered. It's a very Dead Dove, and the ending is depressing.

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

All my long Snarriet fics have happy endings! Hard to choose since Harrie and Snape are always very happy... Maybe Caught in the Act, because it's a threesome ending, so there's more happiness!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

A bit on Precious Horcrux, but that was mainly at the start. I haven't had any hate comments this year, I think...

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

Uh yeah, I write a lot of smut! I've got only one fic with no smut, and it still contains some Dubious Consent spanking.

I write all kinds of smut, I guess. Dark smut, fluffy smut, cracky smut. I tend to write more heterosexual smut, but I've got some M/M smut on the blackwhitelight account.

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

No! I'm content with writing within one fandom... I haven't had any ideas where I could smash two together.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! A few directly on AO3, and then more on Wattpad I think.

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

No, but I've got an idea brewing for a very long fic that I would consider as a co-written fic, since it's a mutual baby with a friend :D

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Snarriet, no contest. It's recent, though! One year ago, I would have said Flash/Reverse Flash, or any Heroine/Villain with a good age gap.

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

I... don't have one? I'm good at finishing my fics. Currently my longest-running WIP is Precious Horcrux, but I'm sure I'll finish it one day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Smut, hehe. Beyond that, I'm not sure. Maybe angst? But also I write good crack fics, so...

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialog! It's so hard for me to write dialog.

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

Yes, absolutely, can be fun.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Mmm, probably Pokemon? A long, long time ago.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Snape's cat, my beloved. This fic took over my entire brain for a week. I wrote it so fast. It's still my favorite even after the numerous other fics I've written since! There's a little bit of everything in it, some angst, some fluff, some smut, and some cliffhangers. Also that's the fic where my OC Mathilda came to life, and I just love her so much I put her in more fics after that.

Tagging @racfoam, @hirukochan, and anyone else who wants to do it!

[fategoflatass]

Me: Cool! After only being able to write oneshots, I finally finished writing the first chapter of my first multichapter project. Time to get into the second one! My brain: Mmh... What about no? Me: ...Huh? My brain: What about taking the core idea of the fic, but changing everything else, including the main pairing? Me: W-Wait, that's not what I had in mind! My brain: Don't give a damn. Now you go and make it about your comfort ship.

[blossom-hwa]

hi, congrats on 5 years! i only found your fics recently but they're gorgeous, and you're one of the few people writing for golcha :') i'd like to request a golcha donghyun vampire au for the drabble game <3

hey anon, thanks for the request! glad you've been enjoying my fics, and I hope you enjoy this drabble too :)

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(this is an exploration of the golcha supernatural convenience store au I thought up like a year ago....... but never wrote. oops)

REQUESTS OPEN!!

~

Title: Convenience Store Shenanigans

Pairing: Donghyun x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 680

Warnings: mentions of blood 

~

“Y/N, for the last time, please get off the counter.”

“No one else is here,” you retort, earning a snort from Jibeom in the back. “And Jaehyun sits up here in his little cat form every other day, why can’t I do the same?”

“You’re not a cat shifter,” Donghyun argues, though he’s smiling. “You don’t look cute doing what you’re doing.”

You let out a dramatic gasp. “I, Y/N, your favorite significant other in the world, don’t look cute?”

“DUMP HIM, DUMP HIM, DUMP HIM -”

“Shut up!” Donghyun yells at the back. Jibeom and Joochan continue for several more seconds before devolving into stupid snickers that Donghyun refuses to pay attention to for fear of losing more brain cells than he can afford. You’re smiling at him anyway, which is a much more welcome sight than his two friends’ combined Cheshire Cat grins. 

You shift your position on the counter to face Donghyun more completely. “Hey, if you really want me to get down, I will.”

“No, it’s fine.” He smiles. It’s nice to look up at you like this, to see a more than welcome face during his late night shifts at the convenience store. And you’re right, no one really comes at this hour, especially not on weekdays. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, I probably should anyway.” You hop off the counter and right into his lap before Donghyun can even prepare himself. His noise of complaint is cut off by your lips smacking against his cheek. Damn it, now his face is starting to feel hot. “You need to eat, don’t you? I don’t want to fall over and hit my head after you’ve finished.”

“Why do you always do the opposite of what I say?” he complains, even as he takes your wrist in his hand. “I tell you to get down, you decide to stay up. I tell you it’s fine to stay there, you immediately come down.”

“Because I know doing either is perfectly fine.” You stick out your tongue. “Now answer my question. Do you need to eat? Otherwise I came here for no reason.”

He pouts. “Is seeing my face not enough reason?”

“NO!”

“SHUT UP, JOOCHAN,” you yell before turning back to Donghyun. “Yes, it is,” you say sweetly, patting his head. “But it’s very late, and I’m not a vampire like you so I unfortunately actually need to sleep.”

Guilt pricks his chest. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You hit his chest. “I don’t care that we run on different schedules. I just care that you eat as much as you need, and that I get to sleep on your shoulder after.”

“Yes, yes.” Donghyun takes the wrist you’ve outstretched, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt slightly. “I’ll eat. Close your eyes.”

You let your eyes fall shut, then let your head fall on his shoulder. Donghyun wastes no time in piercing through the skin of your wrist. He winces at your initial flinch, but then you settle into him more fully as he carefully takes his fill of blood from your veins. 

When he’s finished, he kisses the puncture wounds in your wrist and licks the blood from his lips. “Done,” he whispers, patting your head. 

“Mmh.” You blink your eyes open blearily. “Good?”

“Yeah.” Donghyun smiles, handing you a bottle of orange juice. “Drink up, then sleep, okay?”

You down most of the bottle without complaint, then rest your head back on Donghyun’s shoulder. “Don’t wake me up,” you mutter, closing your eyes. 

He pats your head again. “What if I need to go and get something?”

“... Make Joochan or Jibeom do it.”

“I don’t remember agreeing to that!”

“Shut up,” the two of you snap in unison, your voice considerably more subdued than his.

Donghyun shifts your head to his lap, patting your head as you settle into his body. “Go to sleep,” he murmurs, not bothering to hide the little smile on his face. “I’ll fend off Jibeom and Joochan for you.”

“My hero.” You yawn, patting his leg. “Good night.”

“Good night, Y/N.” 

[incorrectcoldflashblog]

💘🌈🌿🎀~ :)

Hi, friend :)

Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

Oh, for sure! The very first fic I posted, Rogues & Mistletoe, was written for a Coldflash event and, uh, safe to say I completely underestimated how much I had already written, haha, and basically had to write 75% of the fic in one week, which is. Perhaps not the best way to get good results, at least for me. I still like my plot, but I’ve never re-read this one because I know I couldn’t help wanting to rework it and I simply don’t have the time! But yeah. It’s still my most popular fic though so go figure.

is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

I mean, I have to work *really fucking hard* on all my fics lmao because I write in English but my native language is French, haha. A lot of the time my fics start off full of holes, sometimes first drafts will even be just the dialogue plus a bunch of random pieces of sentences because having to Google everything (spelling, grammar, word translations, etc.) is too distracting when I’m just trying to get my ideas out. So yeah, all of my fics take a ton of work because they start off as this huge mess and then I have to piece it all back together ;)

how does creating make you feel?

Mmh. I had a really hard time answering that question because it really depends on where I’m at in the creative process. It can be the worst feeling ever when you’re stuck and your brain just won’t cooperate, and it can be the best when you’ve finally figured something out and pieces are suddenly falling perfectly into place like dominoes. So I think the best description of how it makes me feel is unhinged XD

give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Already answered this here but I guess if I had to pick something else I’d say that it’s very descriptive. A lovely commenter pointed out that I always try to describe everything from touch and smell, to thoughts and feelings, and I really appreciated them saying it so there you go :)

Thank you so much for asking <3

Real Fic Writers Questions

[peacehopeandrats]

How do you write when you're not writing? Are you big with notes or daydreams? Do you do art of your characters? Are there certain movies of songs that make your fandom brain buzz? How do you keep up the creative momentum when you're not actively working on your fic?

Are you big with notes or daydreams?

I do a little bit of both. I get an idea and "daydream" about it a lot and when I've got something that's super helpful with something or moves a plot along where I'm stuck or just sounds very good as a draft, I'll write it down. Or more often, speak it into my watch as a note.

Do you do art of your characters?

I used to draw my dragons, but that was back in my very late teens/early 20's and I don't think I could do that now if I tried.

Are there certain movies of songs that make your fandom brain buzz?

I'm not listening to music right now, not because I don't like music, but just because the most modern music isn't really my style and I have to really connect with something to want to hear it. I'm a reader mostly. When I listen to something I listen to books or podcasts these days. That said, there are quite a few songs that I want to make music videos for. Back in the 90's music videos were my creative fandom outlet. I still want to make them, but I don't have access to the actual videos like I used to. One day I'll make Peter Pan (by Kelsea Ballerini) for Belle and Rumple. I'll stick lyrics under the cut. and don't worry, I have a way to make it include their happy ending.

How do you keep up the creative momentum when you're not actively working on your fic?

That has been a struggle lately because I already feel so swamped with a lot of unhappy stuff that has been going on at our house with two of the rats that vets just can NOT figure out how to care for. We've been to SO many and spent many thousands of dollars on things that just aren't working. The worst part of it is they're happy and healthy except they have these open wounds that just won't heal. It is very emotionally draining and so I can only feel creative at very specific times right now.

Thanks for the ask. Sorry it took an age to get back to you.

The smile, the charm, the words, the spark Everything, you had it I guess I had a naive heart 'Cause boy I let you have it You said I was your only I never thought you'd leave me lonely

You're just a lost boy, with your head up in the clouds You're just a lost boy, never keep your feet on the ground

Always gonna fly away, just because you know you can You're never gonna learn there's no such place as a Neverland You don't understand You'll never grow up You're never gonna be a man Peter Pan

Deep down, I knew that you were too good to be true But every piece and part of me wanted to believe in you But now it's happily ever never I guess now I know better

You're just a lost boy, with your head up in the clouds You're just a lost boy, never keep your feet on the ground

Always gonna fly away, just because you know you can You're never gonna learn there's no such place as a Neverland You don't understand You'll never grow up You're never gonna be a man Peter Pan Oh-oh-oh-oh, mmh

You're just a lost boy, yeah, I know who you are And you don't know what you lost, boy Too busy chasing stars

And you're always gonna fly away, just because you know you can You're never gonna learn there's no such place as a Neverland You don't understand You'll never grow up (oh, you'll never grow up) You're never gonna be a man

You'll never grow up Yeah, you're never gonna be a man Peter Pan Never gonna be a man

[lumineescente]

✨💞💌

yey!! thank you so much <3

✨ i'm gonna answer two fics for that, the first one is gold rush (seungjin) because uh in all honesty i think this fic is beautiful lmao and i wish i could talk about it all the time, like it SINCERELY is on my mind all the time i want to relive the moment i was writing it and i could share thousand things about it the second one is more recent and it's if possible hold me and let me in (milcob/tbz) (also this title ain't that good but.. yeah) because i was sleepless for weeks writing it and it was so hard to write it yet so liberating and beautiful and because it is a rare ship (im gonna say it's that and nothing about my own self depreciation) i don't think it gets much attention (although i received beautiful comments on it!! i'm very grateful), i think i've tackled so many things about myself but also about the things that go through my mind as a 25 y.o who struggles so much irl and it's so raw and sincere.. yeah:) i did well i think

💞 mmh for me, it's the feeling. idk how to say it but i often write with music on or because a music inspired me and so i rarely go in with a full idea (sorry for my very long fic on my ao3 you are special) i just go in with a /feeling/ like i sense literally things about what i want to write and it's so special to me, although very frustrating because sometimes the feeling is overwhelming and strong and yet i can not find the words for ex when i was writing gold rush i could smell rain, hear waves crashing, feeling the embarrassing urge to be with someone and love them, the softness of hair under fingers and the anxiety pulsing, intrusive thoughts blasting through the brain is it clear? for a moment i am just the character i think, to me that's the most precious thing in writing

💌!! i'm not very very supposed to do it because it's for a fest but uhuh have a little look at my sunkyu fic under the see more thingie, it'll be a very emotional fic (i hope)

thank you AGAIN i loved answering those questions!!!

[jaehyunfirstlove]

first date

Pairing: jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: fluff, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: dry humping, unprotected sex, swearing

Word count: 0.9k

Taglist: @jaehyunnie77 @mrg-jjh @keeach @the-universe-in-you-jjh @nootnoot-yoonoh @winniet @jaejoongiewifey-blog @iknowyuno​ @10chitaphrr (send me a message/ask if you want to be tagged in future fics)

A/N: i reached 900 followers recently and realized i hadn’t done anything for it, so here’s something i wrote a while ago and didn’t know what to do with lol :) thanks so much to all of you for following me and liking my fics!

It was your first date with Jaehyun, and you had meant to take it slow, so how you found yourself straddling him on your couch you didn’t know.

Oh right, it was because of how he looked at you, with dancing eyes and a smile that made dimples form in the wells of his cheeks. Or possibly it was the way he laughed so genuinely at your jokes, his deep voice echoing in the walls of your small kitchen. Maybe it was the way he was so drawn to you, always wanting to be close, standing behind you as you cooked, side by side as you washed dishes, knees touching as you sat on the couch.

You had wanted to take it slow, but sometimes these things are beyond your control.

“Jae,” you broke away from his lips, hands on his chest, “I was going to take it slow.”

He looked up at you with hooded eyes, lips kiss-stung, hands stilled on your hips. “We can go slow,” he said softly, and you nodded. He leaned in and kissed you then, tenderly, taking his time as his lips moved ever so sensually over yours.

Slow might have been a bad idea.

Now he was moving his lips along your jaw, the heat of his breath igniting your arousal, and when he got to your neck you were breathing heavily. When he found your sensitive spot you inhaled sharply, hands threading through his hair.

“Oh,” you bit your lip as he sucked, not hard enough to leave a mark, but it was enough.

“Is this still okay?” he asked you, breathing hard against your neck. “Should I go slower?”

“No, it’s good,” you answered, your brain turning hazy. You had pretty much forgotten why you wanted to take it slow in the first place.

You felt him smile against your skin, his hands now starting to roam over your ass. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered between kisses down your neck, “I’ve just wanted this for so long, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

You melted against him, holding him tighter to you. “Me too,” you admitted, as he pulled back to smile at you. You leaned in and kissed him, and when your tongue entered his mouth he bucked up into you, his hard bulge pressing against your core.

“Mm, Jae,” you moaned, breaking away from his lips because the pleasure you were feeling from him dry humping you was making you crazy.

“Can you come from this?” he asked in awe, watching your face as you started to fall apart.

“Mm, I don’t know, it just feels so good,” you managed to say, as he continued to rub his bulge against you. The friction against your pussy was heavenly, your panties already soaked with your arousal.

He took it as a challenge, a determined look of lust overtaking his face. He dug his fingers into your ass then, holding you tight against him as he rolled his hips against you.

“Oh, mmh,” you cried, rolling your hips in tandem with his. The sensation of his hard length rubbing along your clothed slit made you throw your head back in ecstasy, and you figured if he was this good with his clothes on, you could only imagine what it would be like once he was bare, filling you up to the hilt.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he gazed up at you, eyes half-lidded, lips flushed, “you’re so hot.”

You continued to grind your hips against him, chasing your high, and the closer you got the more intense his movements got, short breaths escaping you as he felt impossibly harder underneath you.

“Oh god, you feel so good,” you whined, “I’m so close.”

He reached down between you, eyes never leaving your face, finding your clit over the layers of clothing and rubbing furiously. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you could feel the heat rising through your neck and into your face, your orgasm coming hot and heavy as your pussy pulsed around nothing. You couldn’t even moan or whimper, every sound stuck in your throat as your body shuddered from the pleasure.

“Was that okay?” he asked, rubbing his palms along your thighs as he looked up at you. “Was it slow enough?”

“Yes,” you said, fighting to even out your breathing, “but I think I’m done with taking it slow.”

He tilted his head at you and smiled. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, and in an instant his expression changed. He flipped you onto your back on the couch, immediately diving in and sucking marks onto your neck. He paused only to remove clothing, and when he finally got you naked underneath him he let out a deep sigh as he slid his hard length inside you.

You bit your lip trying not to cry out as he parted you, and you could feel him breathing heavily against your neck. He went slowly, ever so slowly, inching his way inside you so that you could feel every ridge of his cock.

“Oh Jae,” you moaned, “you can go faster.”

“I really can’t,” he said through gritted teeth, and you could see the beads of sweat forming on his brow, “I really need to take it slow.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the irony so you just settled in, trailing the tips of your fingers along his back as he filled you up.

[sparetimeimagines]

JSJSJS THIS CAME RANDOMLY IN MY HEAD BUT KNIGHT! OSAMU MIYA FCKING PRINCESS! READER SOME OTHER INFORMATION BUT THEY'RE DATING SECRETLY TAKE YOUR TIME JN MAKING THIS JDJDJS

A/N: ok ok, work with me. I changed it from Knight!Osamu to Prince!Osamu for good reasons. I do plan on doing a Knight!Osamu because I love the protection trope. However… I was working on this and the idea of the fic polluted my brain. This fic will have multiple parts.

Worthy | Miya Osamu x Y/n X Miya Atsumu

Tags; Prince!Osamu, Prince!Atsumu, Royal!Au, Family Affairs, Smut, Blowie, Y/n being greedy 🥰

Two | Masterlist

Dark corners of the castle were your favorite hiding place. Heart beating rapidly in your chest, echoing to your ears canceling out all extra noises. Deaf to the excess, you’re distracted by the pair of hands grasping your hips.

“Where’s your pretty gown?” A crisp voice whispers into your neck littering kisses along your skin until finally he meets your lips.

“Where’s your suit of armor?” You tease pinning him against the wall.

His touch. His smell. It’s everything.

“Where is your prince?

“Who?”

Your fingers trace the cool button of his pants, unfastening him at such pace, eager to feel his skin on your skin.

You drop to your knees, his warm cock instantly hard in your hands.

“That’s not very ladylike.” He chuckles rolling his head back against the cold walls of the palace.

“Shut the fuck up, Osamu.” You giggle rolling your eyes, tasting the salty bead of precum begging him for more pleasure.

“Mmh fuck. I’ve missed you.” You slurp, eyeing him through your lashes.

Your lips trail lower to his balls, taking each in your mouth with the loudest of moans before switching to the other.

“You’re so perfect.”

“You just like me because I have your balls in my mouth.” You tease rolling your eyes. Slippery wet, you return to his head feeling his fingers tangle in your hair. He combs the strays, patting each piece into place.

You look up to him from your position, knees spread, his cock in your right hand and the perfect, innocent, genuine smile that drives him wild plastered on your lips.

You truly loved him. Your twin flame.

Osamu reaches for you and pulls you into his arms; he kissing your lips like it was the first time he’s felt passion. His hold is gentle, soft enough for you to slip away if you wanted to.

The way he slips his tongue into your mouth, the soft moan he delivers as he feels this intimate moment with much intention. Your heart races, the adrenaline manipulating your thoughts.

“Let’s run away together. We can find a small town. I can get a job and we can have a normal life.” You break in one gasp and he sighs.

“Babe.”

“Shh, listen to me. We can get married and I can have your babies. Please Osamu. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He tucks himself away and rubs his temples.

“You’re not my betrothed.”

“So? That doesn’t matter Osamu. We’re in love. It shouldn’t matter. I’m supposed to be with you. We’re supposed to be together.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

You break from him like your heart is ripped from the other side.

“Why not? Why not Osamu?”

“You’re set to rule. You will be queen and my brother will take your hand. Not me.”

“I don’t love him. I love you, Osamu.”

Tears weld in your eyes and he refuses to make eye contact.

“He is first born. They chose you. You will be with him. You marry him and rule and I will be seen not heard.”

“Osamu.”

“No. That is that.”

You push off from him and he slides away from you.

“I must go. We cannot risk being caught together.” He kisses your forehead before you could say another word, passing you into the darkness.

It was an all or nothing relationship.

Alone in the castle, you wondered each hall until you meet Atsumu in your shared room.

“You love him, don’t you?”

The look of hurt in his eyes. His cold face was enough to freeze hell.

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw you. The way you look at him… it’s obvious.”

“Atsumu I-”

Atsumu sighs and steps closer to you, hands cupping both your cheeks.

“Y/n. I don’t want you to be unhappy. I know the circumstances of my brother. I understand you’ll never love me the way you love him. And that’s why I want you to be with him.”

“With Osamu?”

He nods not looking you in the face.

“You will never love me the way you love him.”

Atsumu leaves and returns moments later pulling Osamu by his arm, shoving him at you.

“I know.” He looks at Osamu. “I’m willing to make a compromise.”

Next time:

“In public you will be mine.” His face is solemn. “In private, his. I don’t care. But you will not embarrass me. I am ruler of this country. I will not have your petty affair disgrace me.”

[archxvxd]

Hi fellow Taurus bestie…I’m a long time reader and first time anon 🙈 so I got this idea and I had to share incase you wanna write about it 👀 anyways…I was listening to Slow Down by Chase Atlantic and this time the lyric “she said fuck me like I’m famous, I said oh-kay” stuck out to me and I was like wait a min 🤔✋🏼 what if there was a fic where the guy (I thought of Bakugo/Kuroo/Iwaizumi 🙈🙈🙈) was a singer and the reader is his crush/new gf…?? Anyways!! They’re getting ‘into it’ after a show/concert and she’s like… “if you can fuck as good as you sing, show me.” And he’s like bet and he wrecks her, breaks her back and all that

Anyways lemme know whatcha think bestie…🙈 I was kinda nervous to send this but I was like fuck it lemme do it before I forget and yeah…

A/N: Taurus Bestie🥺 You’re brain is immaculate please. Don’t ever hesitate to send me asks! I love interacting with y’all, I’m just not very good at initiating :(( I love this idea so much and I really thought it fit Iwaizumi well so I hope you enjoy!

Prompt: “If you can fuck as good as you can sing, show me.”

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Iwaizumi x fem!reader

Warnings: spit, oral (reader receiving), daddy kink, impact play, degradation, praising, swearing, hair pulling, choking, creampie, breeding if you squint, heavily unedited bc I hate editing my own smut😔✊🏼

Word count: 2.43k

You and Iwaizumi had been friends since high school, but even so, you had never been to one of his band’s shows before. Sure you had heard him sing many times and you knew he was talented, but this experience, getting to watch him from a VIP box while hundreds of thousands of people were cheering for him and singing along to his music? It was absolutely surreal. You admired how Iwaizumi seemed to belong on that stage.

However, the scene of Iwaizumi singing his heart out was doing things to you. Tonight was the last show of his tour, after that he was planning to go on hiatus for a few months before going back to the studio with his band. This was it. You had backstage privileges, courtesy of the singer himself, and you planned on making your move tonight. When Iwa left for his tour at the beginning of the year you were faced with some surprising feelings.

You realized you missed him more than just a friend should…

The set ended and the crowd was still going wild. You make your way backstage as the band plays a final encore song. When Iwaizumi emerges from the stage, sweat gleaming off of his ink littered muscles you practically salvate at the image. The lead singer immediately sets his eyes on you and makes a beeline towards you.

Iwaizumi doesn’t give you a chance to say anything. It had been over a year since he had last seen you in person and his adrenaline was running high. It was now or never. So he scooped you into his arms and crashed his lips to yours. As soon as the shock passes, you reciprocate his extremely passionate kiss.

Iwaizumi hums in approval at your quick submission and bites your lower lip before pulling away, letting a string of saliva form keep the two of you connected before it snaps.

“Shit, Yn. You know how long I’ve wanted to do that. I missed you so much it was maddening.” He lays his sweaty forehead on yours, pupils blown wide with adrenaline and lust.

You giggle at his declaration. “Missed you too, Haji. Where are you staying?”

A deep chuckle escapes his swollen lips. “At a hotel, Princess. Why?”

“Want you to show me if you can fuck me as good as you can sing.” You grin devilishly and Iwa returns the expression.

The musician opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by one of his band members who has already been eyeing you. “Hey, Iwa! Ya coming to the after party or what?”

Iwaizumi slings his arm over you. “Nah, man. Go on ahead without me. I got a different party to attend.”

The band member chuckles and shakes his head before waving and taking his exit.

You two lead by example and take your own exit.

The second the two of you make it to Iwa’s room, he has you pressed against the wall with his lips attached to yours. His tongue has already made it past your lips, exploring the cavern of your mouth, occasionally dancing with yours. You moan into his mouth, and as much as you don’t want to, you have to pull away for air.

Iwaizumi takes this opportunity to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. His hands, which were previously holding onto your hips in a bruising grip, move up your torso under your shirt. He makes a delighted chuckle when he notices that you're not wearing a bra.

“Hmm not wearing anything underneath your shirt to my show? Is that why your tits looked absolutely delectable bouncing around while you danced during the concert, huh?”

You whine as his hands grope at your chest and tweak your nipples. “Hah-fuck- wanted you to have something to look at, Haji-“

Iwaizumi cuts you off with a low growl and a particularly pleasing pinch of the nipples. “No. I’m not Haji right now, Princess. Say it.”

You let out a moan at the singer’s insinuation. “Wanted you t-to have something to look at, Daddy.”

“Mmm well you certainly didn’t disappoint, Princess. Had a hard time keeping my eyes off of you.” Iwa chuckles while he lowers himself down to his knees. “Between how cute your ass looks in this short little skirt of yours and your tits I almost lost my damn mind. Messed up a few lyrics thanks to you, Princess.”

You whimper as the singer nips and sucks on your inner thighs. “Fuck- Daddy… Wanted your attention. Didn’t mean to distract you.”

Iwaizumi’s lips are everywhere but where you need him most. He continues to kiss your thighs and lick them and give the occasional bite and suck combo. Your hands find their way to his sweat damp hair and tug, earning a groan and particularly harsh bite from the man below you. You whimper at the singer’s rough ministrations. Your head is thrown back on the wall behind you as Iwaizumi inches closer to where you want him.

“Daddy, please~” You tug on his hair eliciting another groan.

Iwa looks up at you in amusement. “Hmm what do you want, Princess? Gotta use your words, Pretty Baby.”

You huff in frustration but indulge him anyway. “Need your mouth and tongue, please~”

A chuckle can be heard but you’re no longer looking at Iwaizumi. “I’m giving you my mouth and tongue aren’t I. Princess? Is it that you need them somewhere specifically?” Iwa kisses your lower pelvis, just above your clothed clit.

“I- hah- Fuck, Daddy need your mouth and tongue and fingers in my pussy and on my clit. Please, please, please~ Need you s’ ba- ngh~”

Iwa cuts you off by the sting of him ripping your panties apart and diving his tongue into your drooling cunt. The slurping noises he’s making are obscene but you don’t have time to be embarrassed because at that very moment the singer replaced his tongue with two fingers and reattached his mouth to your clit. You moan and tug harshly on his hair, Iwa lets out his own moan that reverberates throughout your entire being.

“Mmh- Fuck~ feels so good, Daddy. S’ much better than my own fingers- Oh my- fu- fuck right there please keep touching me right there, Daddy…”

You're lost in your own pleasure and you don’t even notice the way Iwaizumi is watching you. His eyes gleaming with pride and lust at the thought of you feeling so good because of him. He can feel himself growing uncomfortably hard but ignores the nagging heat pooling in his lower abdomen. His focus solely on making you cum at least once before he lets himself fuck you senseless.

Judging from your increasingly desperate pleas, you were close to giving Iwa what he wanted. Your fists in the man’s hair are clenched so fiercely that your knuckles have turned a lighter shade than the rest of your skin. Your breathing has increased in both speed and volume, moans and whimpers constantly spilling from your lips, keeping you from forming any coherent sentences.

Iwa chuckles and you nearly screech at the sensation that shoots through your body from his amusement. “You gonna cum, Princess? You sound so damn desperate. Sounds like you’re gonna cum all over my mouth, hm?”

It takes everything you have to respond, knowing if you don’t it may not end well for you. “Hah— F-fuck— mmmm gon’ cum— wan’ cum— Daddy~”

“Do it, Princess. I want to drink up all that you got.” Iwa starts curling his fingers inside of you and that’s what does you in. Your back arches and you nearly scream from the sudden burst of white hot pleasure. Iwa doesn’t slow down his ministrations either. His fingers curling incessantly and tongue lapping up everything you have to offer him. Your mind becomes fuzzy and you don’t even register Hajime picking you up and tossing you onto the king sized bed.

In your dazed state you hardly recognize that Iwaizumi is speaking to you until his hand is cradling your cheek. “Hey. Princess. You with me? I need you to tell me you’re good before I move further, okay?”

“Daddy… ‘m good, want you to fuck me now, please~” You sigh at the thought of Iwa filling you up and begin to grow impatient.

Hajime chuckles. “That’s my pretty baby. Can you strip and get on your hands and knees for me, Princess?”

You nod and quickly remove your remaining clothing. You make a show of turning around and arching your back just to wiggle your ass up at Iwaizumi. A low groan can be heard as a result of you teasing the man behind you. Then suddenly your body is jolted forward as you mewl at the impact of Hajime’s palm connecting roughly with your ass.

“Such a fuckin’ tease, Princess. Havin’ your tits out on display, wearin’ that cute lil’ skirt, and now shakin’ your plump ass at me. Hmm,” Iwa caresses the cheek he had just previously assaulted. “ I would punish you if I didn’t wanna stuff this pretty lil’ cunny of yours with my fat cock. Maybe next time, hm? Bet you would like that wouldn’t you, Princess?”

You take in a shuddering breath before responding desperately. “N-no not doin’ it on purpose, daddy. Promise~ Wanna be your good girl please~”

“I think you’re body is betrayin’ you, Princess, the way you just gushed from a single smack to the ass tells me otherwise. I think you like being a naughty little cockslut, hmm, like being punished. But I guess for now we can pretend you’re my good girl, hm?” With that Iwa rubs the tip of his cock up and down through your folds lamenting his previous words of stating just how wet you were for the musician. “You ready for me, Princess?”

Instead of answering you push back into Iwa’s touch and sink the tip of Iwa’s length into your dripping entrance with ease. Large fingers dig into your plush ass to stop you from going further and lull a whimper to pass through your lips. Iwa leans down and growls into your ear. “Such a fuckin’ impatient and bratty little slut, hm? Couldn’t wait for me to put it in. Had to take it upon yourself?”

As Iwa growls into your ear about how much of a brat you are as he’s sinking himself deeper into your pussy. Your eyes roll back into your head. His sheer size alone brings you close to your second orgasm. You can hear breathy curses fall from Iwa’s lips. His fingers dig deeper into your ass as you dig into the pillow you’re whimpering into.

“F-fuck, Princess, you’re so fucking tight. This pretty little cunny is already squeezing me so tight. You that close, pretty baby? Just from me putting my cock in you, fuck that’s so fuckin’ cute.” Hajime releases one of his grips on your cheeks to tangle his fingers in your hair and experiments with a gentle tug. He’s more than pleased with your reaction as your back arches further and multiple whimpers stumble out of you.

The coil that’s been building in your stomach is snapped by Iwaizumi bottoming out with his tip prodding your cervix. You wail and violently clench around the musician as your vision blurs. You’re babbling nonsense while Iwaizumi throws his head back.

“Oh fuck, Princess. You really came from me just bottoming out. Fuck, your such a desperate little cockslut. Feel so good, sucking me in like this-- shit think you got one more in ya my pretty little cockslut?”

You whimper and plead. “D-daddy, please~ Want you to move-- need you to fuck me so good~ Please~”

Iwa amusedly chuckles at your babbling but grants your wish anyway. His hips draw back slowly, allowing you to feel every single throbbing vein on his dick and once he’s pulled out to just the tip he lands a harsh smack to your ass and snaps his hips into you. His rough pace doesn’t let up after that. He’s ramming into you as you cover your screams with the pillows underneath you. Iwa clearly has other ideas, though, as he tugs on your hair to pull you off the slobber stained pillow.

“Shit-- Wanna hear those pretty screams, Princess. Let everyone know that ‘m making you feel good okay?” After no reply Hajime tugs on your hair again,

“Y-yes daddy! You’re making me feel so f-fuckin’ goo’! Gonna make me cum ‘gain- mmmm fuck~” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Iwa brings you up to his chest and changes the angle.

He’s reaching further into you and if it weren’t for his arms securely holding you-- one wrapped around your waist, the other crossed your chest and his hand gripping your neck-- You probably would be thrashing in pleasure. Iwa leans down to place his mouth right next to your ear and growls.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck pretty baby. ‘M so fuckin’ close. You gonna cum with me, Princess? Gonna cream all over me while I fill you up with my cum? Bet you'd like that hm? Your slutty little cunt filled to the brim with my cum?” Iwa moves his hold around your waist to play with your clit.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder and let out a silent scream. “Shi- oh my- Fuck, daddy, gon’ cum, want you to cum with me. Cum in me, please! Fuck! Daddy ‘m cumming- shit~ “

You’re seeing stars and screaming incoherently as you vaguely register Iwa’s grunts and sloppy thrusts. His hot seed spurting into you as he rides out both your orgasms. Your vision comes back to you and you feel yourself slump into the musician's hold. You hum contentedly as you feel Iwa begin to soften inside of you.

He peppers you with kisses and nuzzles himself into your neck, causing you to giggle. “Fuck, Princess. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hold ya like this.”

“Hmm what a couple of idiots huh?” Iwa looks up at you and chuckles.

“I guess so,” you squeal as Iwa flips the two of you so you’re on your back with him hovering you, expertly keeping himself inside of you, “we’ve got some catching up to do now don’t we, Princess?”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “W-what do you mean? We’re not done?”

Iwa chuckles as he slowly begins to pump himself into you. You whine from sensitivity. “Princess, we’re just getting started.”

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[thebeautyoffanfics]

kou minamoto x gn!reader

a/n: sorry guys, i know i’m… way behind on requests. i’m just. Hm. going through the motions? Gotta write some self-indulgent comfort fics yk yk <3

Also like UGH i’ve been taking better care of my teeth- but had to get a real bad cavity filled today. And that numbing stuff??? Wasn’t working. So, of course, now- about 45 minutes later- it’s finally kicking in lol,,,,,,, can’t feel half of my face;; i already have a slight lisp;;;;;; and i’m hungry;;;;;;; i’m just;;; not having it this week, guys, i’m simply not-

warnings: mentions of shots/needles, anxiety?

word count: 965

You sighed, finally regulating your breathing, feeling the throbbing of your head from having to calm yourself down so often lately. You couldn’t help but recall the pinch from the dentists, one that you felt despite the attempt to numb your gums in the place they would inject you. Which was worse, the pain in your mouth, or how you pinched your arm? The way the room seemed to get uncomfortably warm so quickly- and the way you wanted to cry when the doctor announced that he’d have to do it once more. And once again after that.

Carefully, you took a bite of a snack you had packed, quickly placing it back at the mix of a pain and a lack of a flavor. While you expected to taste nothing on the numb side, the pain was… unwelcome, to say the least. Strange, you thought, that the bottom of your ear was numb, and yet… the area in which the shots had been injected were sore. At this point, you weren’t even sure you wanted to eat. Thinking too much about the… excitements of tomorrow was enough to kill your appetite. Recalling the events of today, imaging having to wait so long in a doctor’s office, the feeling of the nurse rubbing the alcohol pad against your arm… tears filled your eyes, as you shook your head, forcing the thoughts from your mind. You wished that you could have gone home. You wanted to cry- but there was no use in crying at school, unless you wanted too many different eyes on you.

“(Y/N)! You’re back?? For… study hall?” Kou questioned, sitting next to you. You shrugged- “Yeah. My parents wanted me to come back for clubs and whatnot.”

“I see… then, how did it go?”

“Seeing as you heard me try to pronounce ‘parents’ you may have a good idea, haha…”

“Right, right…” Kou muttered, fiddling with his hands slightly. You knew he could tell you were in a poor mood, and that you were like that before the dentist appointment. You were beyond thankful for his kindness, knowing that he was sitting there, trying to figure out how to approach your mood.

“So, (Y/N), are you feeling… better?” He asked, glancing back over at you, and offering a slight smile.

“Mmh… well, my mouth hurts, and I’m starving… and I can’t talk properly. Still, I think I’d have a numb mouth any day over tomorrow- I’ve got to get my shots, and I’m… hm, terrified.”

“Ah? Of shots?”

“Needles.”

“Ah… well, it’s alright!” He cheered, and you stopped yourself from getting defensive, knowing he was about to give you the same lesson everyone else did. “It’s a little pinch, and then it’s over! Super quick, I promise!”

“I-” You stopped yourself, taking in a deep breath as your voice already began to shake, “I know, Kou.”

Kou paused, tensing up a bit, scared that he had possibly hit a nerve. “Thank you, for trying, just… it’s kinda more than that, you know? Like… I know getting the shot is much better than getting any sort of illness. I know it’s just a tiny pinch, and that it’s over quickly… but, for some reason, it’s just… scary, haha.”

Kou nodded, pondering for a moment as the bell rang. The remaining students in the room got up and left, leaving you sitting alone with Kou. “Do you have any numbing cream you could put on your arm? I’ll buy some, if you want!”

“Kou, you’re too kind to me-”

“You’re kind to me, (Y/N)! I’m serious. I’ve got some money, it can’t be that pricey! You can put that on, and hmm… ask the doctor if you can put in your earbuds? Play some music, or watch a video? And, uh! Focus on something else!! Call me, if you want?? If you can-?”

You nodded, smiling slightly at the effort Kou was putting into this. “Thanks so much, Kou… I’ll do that- but I can buy the stuff, so don’t worry. I’ve got that, and I’ve been working on keeping my breathing normal… I can’t promise I won’t cry, but I think I’m doing all I can to not have the pain.”

“Yesyes!! You’ve got this, (Y/N)! You’ve definitely got this! I’ll pack your lunch, alright? For the rest of the week!”

“Kou, you’re treating me like I’m a toddler-”

“Trust me, I’ve dealt with Tiara- there’s a huuuuge difference. Mainly… comforting Teru- but that’s not important! Honestly, the whole reward method works just fine for any age- plus, I’m allowed to spoil my partner, even if you don’t face a fear.”

Nodding, you stood up, attempting to appear more confident than you felt. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’m still… terrified, but I’m glad to have someone cheering me on, haha…”

“Of course! If there’s anything I can do, please let me know! I’ll even hold your hand!”

“You don’t need to do that,” You laughed, ruffling his hair, then lanking his arm slightly- silently letting him know that he should stand up. “But I do appreciate it… maybe hold my hand afterwards? While you’re at it, kiss the bandaid- joking, joking, I know you would-”

“Oi, don’t treat my love for you like it’s silly!”

“Right, right. It’s not silly, sweetie~.”

“Neither is your fear!” “Mmmmmh, neither is my fear-” “Hanako is though.”

“Ha- hm… you’re completely right on that one. Still, we should go clean his bathroom.”

(Bonus- bc I know Hanako would make fun of me even more than my sister has /lh /hj:

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHA-”

“SHUT UP, HANAKO, YOU JERK!!”

“SORRY?? REPEAT THAT???”

“IF YOU WEREN’T A GHOST, I S- PROMISE- UGH-”

“PFFF- DID YOU TRY TO AVOID AN ‘S’??? DID IT NUMB YOUR BRAIN AS WELL?????”

“HANAKO-”)

[beevean]

💚

Ship that you secretly like: 💚

Ehm. Well, I don't know how much I'll regret being honest here, but I'll go into problematic territory here. Don't open the read more if you hate age gaps, abusive/unhealthy ships, and ships that make you go "what the fuck is wrong with you?". I guess it also counts for the 💦 question.

One is Sagamaji from Yakuza. As soon as I was introduced to Sagawa, my brain went like "oh, so Sagawa has complete power over Majima, mhh? And Majima would endure anything to get back to the family, mmh? 👀"

Not a cute ship at all :p it's all about that good power imbalance, dehumanization (hey, it's the series itself that keeps calling Majima a mad dog, it comes with the territory) and Majima being secretly into being used. Sometimes. Sometimes he's just abused and he hates it. Well, in the game they also eventually come to respect each other, but I guess nobody cares about that part. Still, there are plenty of delicious, if repetitive, fics about Sagawa rescuing Majima from the Hole and the screwed, dependent relationship that follows. (Sagawa is a patronizing slimy piece of shit and I love him so much)

The other, the big one, is... Sonegg. Boom Sonegg more than games Sonegg. Well, games could still work, but not without some serious canon manipulation, like making Sonic older for starters (definitely, obviously mandatory here).

You know how I go on and on about muh dynamic and muh chemistry? Well, I happen to love Sonic and Eggman's relationship :p The two have similar personality traits, even though they're polar opposite in many regards. Eggman loves power, and few people are more powerful than Sonic; Sonic loves danger, and who's more dangerous than the good old doc? And Sonic definitely likes his rivalry with Eggman: he will stop him no matter what, but he gives the impression that he fights Eggman for fun more than duty. The two have been facing each other since before Sonic met Tails! That's a deep level of knowing each other.

Again, not a cute ship full of love, more like one of tension, playing, "I hate you but I can't be without you", that sort of thing.

Well, of course, in canon Eggman would rather fuck Sonic up, than to fuck him up without the "up". Canon Eggman needs Sonic far less than Sonic could need Eggman, and even that is a stretch. That's fair and that's not to be underestimated. Not to worry, that's where the Boomverse comes into play!

Their dynamic in the show is very different than in canon: not only Eggman is more of an insecure bully than a genuine danger (although he has his moments of cunning and manipulation), not only he and Sonic are basically frenemies, but... How do I put this...

(we were distracted by the endless Sonamy teasing, but Eggman deadass said Sonic has rocking good looks and we all ignored it smh)

When in the first episode, Eggman swoons at the idea of becoming Sonic's sidekick, with a tone that doesn't feel as ironic as it should... Well one starts to think. And Sonic is... strangely touchy, especially for a version of the character that's supposed to be a grumpy loner 👀

Oh, and Sonic is, to borrow an obnoxious modern fandom term, adult coded :) He could definitely pass for someone in his 20s! And while I love my 20/50 age gap when it comes to fucked up ships (i may have a type...), the fun thing is that you barely feel it with Sonic and Eggman. Eggman doesn't use his age to prey on Sonic or abuse him, they're completely equal, that's the whole point :) hell Eggman is the immature one! (well okay Sonic doesn't exactly shine in the maturity department... Yeah they're equals. Sidenote, I can't stand when people pull the age gap without considering everything about the characters in question. Some Steven Universe ships were hit really hard by this narrowmindness)

So yeah, obviously this is not only one hell of a rareship, but one that you cannot mention outside of a joke because everyone and their mother throws up in their mouth at the mere thought. It's a shame because I think Boom Sonegg could be cute as well as hilarious, definitely more wholesome than canon lol. It's rare to find earnest content, but when I do, boy am I fed, and I'd better be because I won't find any new content for a month at best. Oh well. I may be cringe, but I am free.

[radiosandrecordings]

Ace fic request if ya feel: Jmart taking a bath together at Upton, w some nonsexual nudity/intimacy? Thank u!!

“Ahaha, I’ll ask for some ace fic prompts and do drabbles for it!” I said, naively. 3K words later. Thank you Gwyn for reading over this and fixing my typos because it is. now coming up to 5am because I decided to write 3K in one sitting

CWs for talk of nudity but no one ever gets full nakey. Jon also has a brief panic about not being able to protect Martin without the Eye.

Ao3 version too 

They’d probably been awake for an hour or so by the time the feeling of grime coating his skin became intolerable. 

It felt wrong, really, the juxtaposition of the soft, clean cotton under his head and the greasy knots his hair had woven itself into over the course of their journey. Like it was insulting to the pillow, the case of which, Jon guessed absently, was worth more than his entire bed back in his flat, if it was still standing.

And wasn’t that something? To have to guess that and not just be aware. As it normally was, the Beholding would inform him that that wasn’t quite true, as while the sheets on this bed were certainly nice they were more chosen for display purposes than with the intent of anyone truly sleeping in them. The house was a museum. The curators had not supposed upon the current scenario. 

The current scenario being that there were two men lying in it, half asleep, lying still and just staring at each other with an eye-watering fondness. They had spoken, when they first awoke. Got out all the words they wanted to say. The “Where are we” and the “How long were we asleep?” and the “Is it finally safe to rest?” and the “I love you so, so much.” 

Now the thing to break the silence was the sound of Martin’s stomach making its discontent known. This, of course, sent them both into peals of laughter, because when was the last time they’d felt mundane hunger? 

“Do you think they even have food here?” Martin asks, still buried up to his neck in duvet. 

“Perhaps? Salesa surely has to eat, if we do.” 

“Yeah, but Annabelle though,” Martin chews his lip in mock contemplation. “What if we go downstairs and open up all the cupboards and it’s just… Flies as far as the eye can see, all wrapped up for eating. There’s one in the fridge all done up on a platter like a Christmas ham. Cloves spiked into it and all.” 

Jon winces. “I’d really rather not picture that right now, if you don’t mind.”

“Ah, course,” Martin says, looking slightly sheepish as they lapse into silence again. “Should probably go check though. Don’t exactly want to have gotten through all that just to starve. Though I’d happily let this be my death bed, honestly. Don’t think I’ve slept that well in… Ever.” 

“Mmh, now that you mention it, I’m quite peckish as well… Odd, that. Had almost forgotten what it felt like.” Jon heaves himself into a sitting position, and takes stock of the door to his left. “Probably the bathroom. Ensuite. Very nice.” 

“You want to get cleaned up before we go scavenging?” Martin asks, prying the duvet away like he’s pulling teeth. Jon feels bad that they can’t just stay in bed all day. He hadn’t been able to sleep, in the safe house, but Martin had chosen to dream. He might be biased, but Jon figures that that was probably worse. Martin seemed now to be relishing the opportunity to relax.

“I think we rather need it. Not keen to embarrass ourselves in front of our hosts a second time, so I’d rather not appear downstairs looking like something the cat dragged in.” Jon shoves the duvet away and gets, somewhat shakily, to his feet. Damn. No Beholding means the pain from- Where- The wound… His leg hurts. It means his leg hurts something fierce. He hopes he can stand in the shower. 

When he makes his way over to the door and swings it open, it turns out not to be a concern. The bathroom, in the fashion of the rest of the house, has no shower. Instead, a comically beautiful bathtub sits against the opposing wall. It’s a clawfoot, gold varnish painted over its feet where porcelain turns to antique wood. 

“You want to go first then?” Martin asks, slowly pulling the duvet around himself again. 

Jon rolls his eyes. “Yes, I’ll go on ahead. You enjoy the extra time.” 

Martin gives him a smug look and burrows down again. God, Jon really, really loves him. Which is why, when he puts his hand on the door handle to close it behind him, he freezes. 

Statement readings aside, this will be the first time Martin has been out of his sight in… However you choose to categorize the indefinite amount of time they spent roaming the hellscape. And even then, Jon had his powers. If anything threatened Martin he’d be there to help him. To save him. The Eye offers no such comfort now. Jon doesn’t want to close the door. He doesn’t want Martin out of his line of sight. Not with Annabelle here. He won't leave him alone, not now. 

“... Jon? You okay?”

Jon realises he’s been standing in the doorway for at least a minute now, hand frozen in indecision. He blinks a few times, trying to bring his eyes back into focus. He opens his mouth, and finds himself gaping slightly, looking for the words. 

Martin shifts, sitting back up again. “Jon, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

It comes out like a croak. “I- I don’t Know.”

Martin’s tone is gentle, placating, two hands gently offered out in Jon’s direction. “You don’t know what’s wrong?”

“No, I don’t Know,” he can feel tears beading at the corners of his eyes and tries to push down the lump in his throat. He’s gone this long without crying, why does he have to go and do it now, ruin the peaceful moment that he’d watch Martin lapse into like a drowning man with air. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Martin hushes, sliding out of bed and walking round from his side. He brings his arms around Jon and just lets them stay there, not pulling him against his chest in a restrictive grasp, but just laying his hands against his back, letting him know he’s there. 

Despite his best attempts, Jon lets out a hiccup. “And- And that should be a good thing. It should. I don’t want to Know. But it’s… I’ve spent so long with this constant presence at the back of my skull and now it feels… It’s raw and it’s vulnerable. Annabelle Cane could be a wall away and I’m vulnerable and that means you are too. If I’m in another room, I can’t Know if something is wrong, and more importantly, if something does go wrong I can’t save you.”

The right wrapped around to hold Jon’s left hip, Martin’s free hand has been tracing soothing patterns into his back through his shirt. It stills when Jon finishes. He takes a moment, before breathing out heavily through his nose. He leans back slightly so he can look down and match eye levels. 

“Jon,” he says, and his voice is as soft as that duvet felt. “I can’t imagine what that’s like. I’m so sorry. I thought being free of the Eye would be a good thing, I didn’t even consider how it would feel for you. I can’t promise nothing will go wrong, because… Well, our track record speaks for itself. But I can try and ease your fears.” He brushes Jon’s fringe out of the way, and presses a quick kiss to his forehead. “Tub seems pretty big. How do you feel about taking a bath together?” 

Jon feels his face, flushed from tears, pale. And oh what a relief, to feel a fear so comparatively… Mundane. To not be afraid of the cosmic monstrosity in the back of your brain, or the spiders with motives that scuttle across the ceiling, or the fact that you are responsible for the suffering of billions. Oh to be afraid of… Intimacy. 

Martin must feel him tense, because the hand on his back drops away, and the one at his hip loosens its grip. “I’m sorry, if that’s too much, we can just-”

“No,” Jon cuts him off, and is surprised at his own voice. “No, I… I would like that. That sounds nice.”

He knows it’s from his earlier anxieties, but Martin must still be able to feel Jon trembling slightly under his hand, because he continues to give Jon a sceptical look. 

“Forgive me for being blunt, but you really don’t seem up for that. If that’s not in your… Intimacy wheelhouse, I get it.” 

“I’m just a little shaken, is all,” Jon says, but he knows there’s a truth to Martin’s words. He knows Martin respects him and his orientation, they’d had long discussions about it in the safe house, about boundaries and desires and how Jon wanted to spend his days glued to Martin’s side but he under no circumstances wished to have sex with him. He knows that this isn’t what that is, that Martin means it in the most innocent fashion imaginable, but there’s still something about the idea of close, physical proximity while naked that makes the hairs on his arm stand on end and his stomach churn. 

It’s not that he was bashful about it. He’d seen Martin naked before, gotten changed in the same room most mornings and evenings in the safe house, but that was just a symptom of existing in the same space, never something actively done with the intent to exhibit. It had, predictably, stirred no feelings in him. The idea of them so close while not clothed… No, that wouldn’t be happening. 

“I- Can I make one request, though?” Jon asks, tilting his no longer watery eyes up to meet Martin’s. 

“Anything,” Martin replies, no hesitation to be found. 

Jon feels his face flush again, and the rapid pooling and draining of blood from his face must be doing terrible things to his circulation. “Can- Can we keep our underwear on? Please? God, sorry, that must sound horribly childish-” 

“No, no that’s okay. Whatever you need to feel comfortable,” Martin says and his voice is not so much laced with sincerity as built from bricks of it. 

They break apart and Martin ambles through the doorway and over to the bath, turning the water on. It sputters, clearly struggling after years of disuse, but after a few seconds it flows clear. Martin waits for the brackish residue to be cleaned away before popping the plug into place.

Jon preoccupies himself with looking over the shelves. They were well stocked, likely by Salesa, as Jon has a hard time believing that plastic bottles full of opalescent purple liquid were considered period appropriate set dressing. He pops the lid open on one and is met by a strong whiff of lavender. He tucks it under his arm before swiping a shampoo and matching conditioner. 

“Find something you like?” Martin asks, leaning against the edge of the tub. Jon hums a response before joining him. The tub was filling up quickly now, almost half way full and the water is pleasantly warm when he drags his fingers through it. Jon deposits two of the bottles where they can be grabbed when needed, before taking the lavender body wash and drawing swirls into the water until a layer of foam and bubbles begin to build on the surface. 

When Jon turns back to face Martin, his fingers are twitching at the hem of his t-shirt. Whoever was responsible for transferring them from cold marble floor to warm bed had also seen to it that their shoes were removed, as well as their bags and coats, which Jon had seen folded and placed over a chair in the corner of the bedroom. They were both down to their now ripped, muddied and bloodied trousers, and two v-neck t-shirts from the same set, Jon’s of which was tucked into his jeans to disguise the fact that it was several sizes too large. What possible conclusion could be drawn from that?

Martin cleared his throat. “Do you mind, then, if I…?”

“Yes, of course, go ahead.” 

Martin pulled his shirt over his head. 

It’s not that Jon didn’t find him attractive. He did, very much so, just in the romantic sense. So seeing Martin shirtless was similar to seeing him in a particularly flattering outfit. It didn’t change the way he felt about him, just intensified it. He was very handsome and Jon enjoyed getting to look at him. 

He pulls his own shirt over his head, before turning back to trail his hands through the water again, trying to gage the temperature and encourage more bubbles. When he turns back to face Martin again, he’s fiddling with his belt, eventually getting it undone and letting his trousers drop. Jon does the same. And then nothing more happens, and Jon breathes a sigh of relief. It’s not that he hadn’t trusted Martin to keep his word and not fully strip on him, it was just.. It was a relief. 

“Shall we?” Martin asks, gesturing towards the water. 

“Let’s,” Jon responds, hooking one leg over the edge before stepping fully into the bath, and letting himself sink below the water. 

He’s just about acclimated when suddenly the water is rising slightly as Martin joins him, placing himself at the other end of the tub. There’s not enough room for his legs, so he ends up with his knees close to his chest, sticking out of the water. Jon’s just about fit, stretching down to the other end of the bath and bracketing each side of Martin’s hips. 

If the bed was heaven, this is absolutely blissful. The warm water surrounds his aching joints, slowly massaging them as it laps around him. The water, just seconds earlier clean and pure, is already starting to take on a stale quality as the dirt begins to slough off of the two of them, but Jon can’t bring himself to care for relief that it’s no longer coating his skin. He thinks the lavender may have been a bad choice, because between it and the warmth he’s finding it hard not to fall asleep again. 

“This okay?” Martin asks, because he’s still worried about Jon and his comfort and that makes his heart ache with affection, that someone would care that much about him and his boundaries. 

“Far more than okay,” he responds, dragging one hand down the other arm in an attempt to get some stubborn filth off. Martin is doing the same, except he’s wisely taken a sponge from somewhere and is scrubbing at a spot on his ankle where his trouser and boot hadn’t quite met and the Buried had decided to leave a crusted circle in its wake. 

They sit in silence for quite a while, each taking care of their own needs before Jon reaches one arm out of the bath to make a swipe at the bottle of shampoo. 

“Here, let me,” Martin says, breaking the quiet. He shifts forward slightly, on instinct, before pausing and rocking back slightly. “If you want, that is. Do you?” 

“Do I what?” 

“Do you want me to do your hair? It’s just- It’s probably easier, y’know, than you trying to do it yourself.” 

“And far more romantic,” Jon adds, smiling as he leans over to press a kiss to Martin’s freshly cleaned cheek. 

“That too. Do you want to turn around?” 

Jon answers wordlessly by shifting until he’s facing away from Martin. He’s surprised, but not unpleasantly so, when Martin’s arms wrap around him and gently pull him backwards until his back is just shy of flush with Martin’s chest. It’s very intimate. It’s very nice. 

“That okay?” Martin asks again, and more than ‘I love you’, that’s a phrase Jon will never grow tired of hearing because it means Martin truly cares for his comfort. 

“Absolutely.” 

“Good,” Martin says, as he uncaps the shampoo and pours a small puddle of it into his hands. Even turned away, Jon can smell the wafts of artificial apple scenting in the stuff. 

When Martin starts to gently drag his fingers against Jon’s scalp, he can feel himself almost melt under the touch. His spine loses all tension and he lets himself fall back entirely against Martin’s chest, and it’s only the knowledge that he needs to keep still for Martin to actually do his job that stops him from turning and burrowing his face there. 

“I really hope that was a positive thing and you haven’t just fainted on me. Like, literally on me,” Martin says from behind him and this close, pressed up against him Jon can feel it reverberating in Martin’s chest. 

“Still conscious, don’t worry. That’s just… Very nice.” 

“Oh! Well… Good.” 

This continues for a few minutes, Martin slowly making his way from the scalp down to the roots of Jon’s hair, untangling it with his fingers and then repeating the process with the conditioner until his hair ran smooth under Martin’s hands. Even when Jon knows he’s long finished any actual hair care, Martin continues to run his fingers through the hair, just because. Jon loved him for it.

Eventually, both of Martin’s hands come to rest against Jon’s torso. “This okay?” 

“Yes. I don’t mind any of the touching, as long as it’s… Nowhere previously established to be out of bounds.” 

“Gotcha,” Martin says, pressing a kiss to Jon’s shoulder that makes his brain fizzle like fireworks. 

It takes Jon a minute to fully realise what Martin is doing. Two hands trace lines along his ribcage, one on each side, thumbs gently drawing and redrawing a pattern. His scars. 

Then, the hands travel upwards. Again, two lines along his chest, traced with as much tender care, and Jon’s brain has gone a little fuzzy. He’s unused to such casual touching. There is nothing hurried about it, no urgency, no purpose other than to make him feel good. To make him feel loved and cherished, and if he’s being honest, it’s working. No ulterior motive. This isn’t the lead up to anything. It just exists on it’s own as an experience he gets to have without worrying about what comes after, because he knows the answer is nothing. 

After, Martin shifts slightly, leaning forward. One hand cups Jon’s elbow, raising that arm out of the water as one by one, from shoulder to palm, Martin makes his way down pressing a soft kiss to each and every circular scar. He repeats the process with the other arm. As if to finish it off, he presses a slow, soft, close mouthed kiss to the line that stretches across the front of Jon’s neck.

He’s perfect. Martin Blackwood is perfect and Jon doesn’t know what he did to deserve… This. This quiet barrage of love, the consideration and care poured into it something Jon never thought he would be worthy of, let alone have become a reality.

Jon twists to lie sideways, pressed against Martin with his head tucked under Martin’s chin. Martin’s knees bracket his shoulders on either side and he feels safe. He is in the eye of the storm, a brief respite from the dreadful horrors that ravage the world outside their bubble, but with Martin Blackwood he is safe.

[heavensturtle]

Day 19: Outside

A short fic for day ninteteenof the YOI 20+ Club’s Daily Art Challenge! - - -

Note: Spoiler alert: they go outside.

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It’s hot. The temperature climbed into brain-melting territory hours ago, and the only part of the onsen that has air conditioning is the kitchen.

Victor and Yuuri are stationed in the family dining room, off the back end of the kitchen, where Hiroko has set up three box fans and opened up the walls to let in the breeze from the back garden.

They had tried to sneak into the kitchen after coming back from the rink sweaty and bedraggled earlier in the afternoon. Yuuri had showered at the rink, and his hair had dried completely and then become damp again with sweat by the time they were home.

They had only managed fifteen minutes lying on the cool tile floor before Hiroko kicked them out so she could start kitchen service.

“If you’re this hot, why not go to the beach?” she’d asked them.

“It’s so far, though,” Victor had sighed, Yuuri nodding in agreement.

Makkachin is lying under a bush in the garden, panting furiously. Victor is lying spread-eagle on the wooden floor, right in the middle of the cross-breeze created by the box fans. Yuuri sits cross-legged at the family dining table, chin propped on his hand, as he tries to read. He only takes in a few sentences at a time before he’s distracted by the sight of Victor’s sweat trailing down the side of his face.

“Yuuri,” Victor asks, “Should we try to go swimming?“

At first, Yuuri’s not sure whether Victor’s actually spoken or if he’s having auditory hallucinations, because it’s so hot and Victor hasn’t shifted his gaze from the ceiling. But then Victor turns his head towards Yuuri and lets it flop sideways, as though exhausted by the effort of holding it up.

“Mmh,” Yuuri quibbles.

“You’re right. We might not survive the walk,” Victor agrees.

Yuuri lets his chin slip from his hand. Why is it so hot?

“Should we go lay in the grass?” Victor suggests.

Yuuri looks up again and Victor’s staring at him like he’s just had a revelation.

Yuuri glances out to where Makka’s panting in the shade. What a brilliant idea. Victor’s a genius, Yuuri thinks.

“Okay,” he agrees. He crawls out from his seat and makes his way over to where Victor’s still lying flat on the floor. He leans down to pick Victor up.

“Yuuri, you don’t - oh!” Victor sounds shocked when Yuuri scoops him off the ground. Yuuri’s not sure why, Victor is like a bird, all bones and feathers.

He carries Victor out to the shade before setting him down again. Victor is looking up at him, wide-eyed. Yuuri blinks a few times, expecting the expression to change. It doesn’t.

“Okay, we made it,” he says, in case that needs clarifying.

Victor nods.

“Okay, I’ll lie down then.” He drops to the ground next to Victor and splays out in the cool grass. It’s still damp from being watered by the automatic sprinklers Toshiya installed last summer.

“Victor, you’re a genius,” he groans in appreciation.

“Uh-huh,” Victor agrees absently.

The next thing Yuuri knows there’s a head bumping against his ribcage and Victor’s grabbing for his hand.

“Victor?” Yuuri remembers the moment under the sunflowers last weekend and guesses, “You want me to play with your hair again?”

Victor nods, Yuuri can feel the motion against his side. He smiles to himself and says, “Ah, you’d better come closer then, I’m too tired to reach all the way over there.”

In an instant, Victor’s head is resting on his stomach. It’s too hot for this much contact with another body, but it’s also too nice to complain. Yuuri reaches down and starts running his fingers through Victor’s hair. Victor smiles audibly.

“I am a genius, aren’t I?” Victor muses after a full minute of silence.

“I said you were,” Yuuri agrees.

“I mean, I got you to pet my hair two times in less than a week.”

“Mnh, I’m pretty sure I offered,” Yuuri points out.

“But you wouldn’t have if I hadn’t made you think of it.”

Yuuri is perplexed. Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s the four hours of sleep he got last night because of the heat, but he can’t quite understand what Victor is implying.

“Are you suggesting,” Yuuri asks, “That I’m not always thinking about petting you?”

That came out wrong. Yuuri can tell because Victor sits up. Yuuri blames the scorching heat.

“Yuuri!” Victor laughs, his face red (from the heat, Yuuri thinks).

“No-no-no! I mean, the same as how I think about petting Makkachin!”

“You think of me like a dog?” Victor pouts.

“No! Not because he’s a dog. Uh, because he’s adorable,” Yuuri tries to salvage the explanation.

“You think I’m adorable?”

Yuuri covers his face with his hands. It’s really too hot for this, he thinks. He doesn’t have the energy to figure out if Victor’s teasing or if he genuinely wants to know, so Yuuri just holds a hand up imploringly.

“Victor, please come back here, let’s just forget this conversation ever happened,” he begs.

“Never,” Victor promises, and lays back down on top of Yuuri.

Yuuri groans. Victor laughs.

“Told you I’m a genius,” he reiterates as Yuuri starts combing through his hair again.

“Pretty sure I said it first,” Yuuri says.

Victor hums.

They’re both asleep by the time Mari ventures outside to tell them dinner’s ready.