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Reunion
Ten years after the events of LU, the Thunder Dragon is met with his beloved Hylian friend one more time.
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Reunion
In the decade since Link returned from his second adventure, the Thunder Dragon has made an effort to connect with the Hylians on the Surface. He visits newly built neighborhoods occasionally, dropping Rupees into the fields and singing for farmers to keep them entertained as they work. After so many years spent in near-isolation, it is relieving to become more involved in the bustle of others’ everyday lives.
And so, he doesn’t think much of it when a Hylian bursts into his clearing, gazing up at him in astonishment. Rather, what makes him pause is the newness of this person. A man approaching middle age, with pale skin, curly brown hair, and dressed in a simple chestnut tunic and trousers.
He doesn’t remember seeing this man anywhere, on Skyloft or the Surface…
“Lanayru!”
His eyes widen in surprise. “How did you know my name?”
“You’re here!” the man continues, ignoring the dragon’s question. “It’s really you, I can’t believe it!” He sprints across the clearing to get closer to Lanayru. “Oh…I missed you so much!!”
“Woah, woah, slow down. Do I know you?”
He certainly knows me.
And the man does look slightly familiar…
“Don’t say you don’t remember me!” He slows to a stop, gazing up at Lanayru with hazel eyes. “Here, maybe this will ring a bell? My name is Link.”
“Really? Hmm…how interesting, I’m afraid I don’t know another Li–”
He gasps.
The fluffy brown hair, the unmistakable eyes and composure of a hero, the sweet smile that has persisted with age…
It’s him.
A name escapes Lanayru’s mouth, one he hasn’t uttered in so many years.
“...Rulie??”
The man nods.
Holy fucking shit!!
“Yes, I’m the Hero of Hyrule. I was worried you wouldn’t recognize me, old man!”
“Wha–? Why–how did you–?” In a frenzy, Lanayru stumbles over his words. “How–are you here?”
Rulie chuckles. “Portal.”
The Thunder Dragon frowns. The only portals he knows of, besides the Gate of Time, are the dark magic ones the Shadow created…
“But…your quest is over. Has another one started?”
“No, quite the opposite. This one wasn’t dark magic at all, it was white and gold. I felt calm as I walked through. And it just led me straight here. I think that…the Goddesses wanted us to meet again.”
Lanayru’s heart races in his chest. This is a dream. It has to be a dream, right? Because Rulie is standing right in front of him. The one who left forever a decade ago. If not a dream, an absolute miracle.
“Well, they waited an awfully long time!” he exclaims. Why? Why not earlier…? “You have more wisdom in your eyes, boy. May I ask, how old are you now?”
“I’m thirty.”
The old dragon raises an eyebrow. Rulie was twenty when he left.
“Ah, I see.” Lanayru replies, nodding his head. “It’s been ten years for me, too. You know…I still think about you after all this time, I am beyond relieved to know you are alive and well. You have no idea how happy this makes me–”
“Oh, I do. I can see it in your face.” Hyrule grins, in exactly the same way he used to do, the only difference being the slight marks around his features from aging. “And you’re really lighting up!”
The Thunder Dragon briefly glances down, watching the line of blue light travel from his tail up to his chest. Faster and brighter than usual, for sure. The sparks of electricity from his horns are most likely a bit more frequent too. Changes that are seen as subtle by most others, but Rulie…he remembers.
He lets out a hearty laugh as he turns back to the hero. “I guess I am, boy.” Hmm… should he still be calling Rulie ‘boy’? “Here, if you don’t mind…can I–”
The hero responds right as he begins to lower his hand.
“You don’t need to ask for that one. Just grab me!”
“…Oh?”
Many Hylians are wary of touching Lanayru, due to the electricity he emits, even though the only real way to be harmed is to touch his horns. Nobody just lets him pick them up like this.
Except for Rulie.
It’s more proof that this man is indeed Hyrule, and not some Surface man who looks just like him, pretending to be the hero in some awful prank.
“Go on, old man, what are you waiting for?”
The old dragon gently wraps his fingers around Rulie’s body and lifts his hand up toward his face, placing the man into the palm of his other hand. “Alright, lemme take a look at you…”
With one finger he strokes through the wild mess of hair, smoothing it down, just like he used to do. The hero sits down in his palm and runs a hand along the soft but scaly texture.
“My friend, you…you’re really here,” Lanayru breathes out.
His eyes fill with tears.
“Hard to believe, isn’t it?” Rulie chuckles. “So…how are you?? How’s Faron and Eldin? And Link! Is he okay?”
“Yes, they’re all good. I just helped Link and Zelda welcome their second child. And Faron—well, she’s a bratty little thing as usual…” He pauses to let out a sniffle. “I’m still causing mischief around here. Eldin once said I’m ‘stubborn and wily’.”
“He’s not wrong. All three of you, total brats.” The hero is clearly teasing, and Lanayru smiles behind his fluffy beard. “Ah, I had a feeling Sky would become a dad. He’s a good one, I’m sure. Can we see him?”
“I’ll take you soon, yes.” Lanayru replies. “Anywhere you want to go, boy. Just not to…Lake Floria—“
Before he knows it, a single tear runs down his cheek. Oh, sweet Hylia.
“Lanayru? Are you…crying?”
“No,” he shoots back, wiping his face quickly. He hasn’t cried since….well, since Rulie left.
“Nuh-uh. I can see it.” Rulie grins. “Stubborn little shit.”
…Fuck.
“Fine, you got me…” He lets out a sigh. “I just—I never thought I would actually see you again.”
Another tear comes, but he doesn’t try to hide it this time. He carefully moves his hand up to his beard, and Rulie leans up against the cloud-like fluff.
“…A true blessing, I believe,” the hero replies. “Maybe I’ll get to see all my brothers again too…that would be amazing. Oh, Wind’s probably changed so much!”
“I bet he has.” Lanayru doesn’t elaborate; he barely remembers who this ‘Wind’ person was. Instead he focuses on Rulie, who is scanning the clearing from his perch. The traveler gasps.
“Is that…” Rulie points down toward their left, at the small four-poster bed. The one that had been his back then. “…is that my bed? Did you keep it??”
“Surprisingly, yes.” Lanayru sniffles, trying to regain his composure. “I nearly destroyed it after you left, but…something inside told me not to. It’s my reminder of you, boy.”
“Aw, Lanayru! I’m honored. Although…it looks like someone else has it now, huh?”
The Thunder Dragon takes a closer look at the bed. Sure enough, one of his LD-301 robots is lying there, snuggled in the pillow and blanket.
He giggles, nearly snorting from the tears. “Ah yes, my little friends have taken quite a liking for it.”
It is difficult to tell from this distance, but Lanayru can just make out the features of LD-301S Scrapper. The one Link had frustratingly handed back to him after the first adventure, tired of the small creature’s rude insults. And the one whom the dragon jokingly calls ‘Scrapper the Napper’ now.
Rulie strokes Lanayru’s beard with his hands, grinning. “I remember those little guys. Do you…think they’ll remember me too?”
“Well, maybe. LD-301’s have limited capacity for memories like that. But a few might recognize your name. I was able to teach them ‘Rulie.’ Of course…now they’ve just been calling each other Rulie. So I don’t think they really get it.”
“Awww! Little rascals!” the traveler exclaims. “Wow…I really missed them. I missed all of this! You especially, old man…and all my brothers, my family. It was kinda nice, having a family.”
Lanayru touches Rulie’s hair with a finger again, keeping the hero secure in his other palm. The poor man had been through far too much, at far too young. He deserved to have a real childhood, a chance at a happy life from the start.
“Rulie…you deserve so much better, you know that right? It made our farewell a thousand times more difficult. Because your life has not been easy. And I had to let you go right back to a world that is so cruel to you.” Another tear trickles down his face as he speaks.
The hero doesn’t answer right away, just stares out into the expansion of forest ahead of them.
“I’ve managed,” he replies eventually. “Zelda’s helped me a lot. And remembering you all too…I’ve been using what you and my brothers have taught me.”
Lanayru raises an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Like…different sword fighting skills, self-defense, how to swear at people who fucking piss me off…”
“Ahh, Rulie.” He cackles at the hero’s foul language. “I suppose I was a bad influence on you after all.”
“Nah, that was mostly from Legend. My predecessor.” The traveler pauses to take a breath. “But really, I gained confidence in myself. I’ve kicked some ass out there, old man, you would be impressed.”
“I bet you have.” The old dragon heaves a sigh, remembering the last time he gazed into Rulie’s eyes, and utters the words he has always longed to say. “…I’m so proud of you, boy. You know that, right?”
Hyrule slowly nods, lifting himself out from Lanayru’s beard and looking up at him.
“…Yeah.”
“When we last saw each other, I didn’t get to say that to you one more time. I didn’t tell you how incredible you are and how much you’d grown…even since we first met. And I felt an overwhelming shame.”
“Oh, Lanayru…”
“It’s true. You are a skilled warrior, a loyal friend, you’re truly a gift, Rulie.” He blinks through still-watery eyes and gives the traveler a soft smile. “I hope I made that clear enough ten years ago, and if I didn’t, my sincerest apologies.”
There. You did it.
For a moment, he can almost see Rulie in his green hero’s tunic, sword on his back and a fierce but playful glimmer in his eyes, twenty again. Their last meeting. And if Lanayru had known for sure it was the last one, he would have given a proper farewell.
But when the traveler walked through the dark magic portal, the dragon’s heart ached from bittersweet memories and words left unsaid.
“Don’t be sorry, old man.” Hyrule replies, bringing the dragon out of his thoughts. “I’ve always known how proud you are. You did more than enough.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Of course you silly goose, I’m sure! What, you think I’m lying?”
Lanayru chuckles, another tear running down his face. “No…you’re right. I trust you.”
Rulie sighs in what seems to be relief, briefly turning to glance at the clearing’s entrance. And the Thunder Dragon remembers: he needs to take the hero to Link and Zelda, to their two children, and to Skyloft…there is so much to catch up on.
“Good, I’m glad that hasn’t changed.” Hyrule smiles playfully, booping Lanayru’s beard with his finger. It seems his childhood mannerisms have not quite left with age. “Because I’m not leaving your side until I have to go back!”
The dragon wipes his eyes gently, attempting to collect himself before his flight. He doesn’t want to show up at Link’s house looking like this, after all.
“Sounds like a good plan,” he tells the hero.
And somewhere up in the heavens, a Goddess smiles.
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KIVI, YOU SWEET ANGEL YOU.
can you write a price x gn!paramedic!reader where price is on leave, and maybe he gets into a car accident that isn’t too bad so he refuses to go to the hospital, but the cute paramedic keeps insisting on at least checking him out in the ambulance……….. 😋
DOUBLE VISION || JOHN 'BRAVO 0-6' PRICE X PARAMEDIC!GN!READER
Word counter – ~1.9k
Tags/Warnings – mentions of car crash, intoxication, medical examinations, fluff, first meeting, and lack of medical professionalism, lmao.
A/n – PLSS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT POOKIE, IT TOOK ME A HOT MINUTE TO GET TO THE REQUEST I’M SORRY MWAH. also credits for the name go to @mockerycrow as well, they’re a genious and have the biggest brain out of the two of us.
ao3 link for this fic
It’s always a slow process for John - getting used to the slow, civilian ways when he finally gets his leaves approved. When he spends so much time on the field, more often than not he starts to forget about “the other side” of life. Lack of noise, mundane mornings, and silent nights come and with them, the all-encompassing feeling of loneliness starts to set in his gut. John gets reminded about the lack of anyone’s presence in his life. No one is waiting for him back home, and no one will probably be any time soon, with how work takes over most of his free time. And then the captain remembers he’s not getting any younger.
Of course, he had plenty of experience and relationships before, but none of them lasted until now when his hair was already graying and wrinkles were starting to riddle his face here and there. John wasn’t insecure about his age, no, because that would be foolish, really, rather it was the fact that he had no one to share with all the years that were ahead of him.
What John also had a hard time getting used to was driving the busy streets of London with its crazy drivers after months of not getting behind the wheel, which brings him to this moment. Well, it really was on him for trying to get somewhere after happy hour in all the pubs in the area ended, he should’ve probably anticipated some drunk idiot would want to drive back home today. John wasn’t in the right headspace at the moment to fill out all the paperwork and figure out who was in the wrong. His thoughts were far away from here. Probably all the impact from the airbag and the hit.
He’s had it worse before, of course, so some bruises and scratches here and there wasn’t something he couldn’t handle. John felt some pulsing pain in his knee, making it harder to stand upright, and a bit of an ache in his neck from the whiplash, but again, it wasn’t as bad as getting thrown into the wall by an explosion or falling out of a damn helicopter.
So now he has to spend the whole evening working out things with the police and that drunk idiot who bumped into him, freezing his ass off in the rain. Just perfect. John feels a surge of annoyance and exhaustion wash over him, he pinches his brow, letting out an impatient sigh. Cops have arrived on the scene already and started examining the two collided vehicles, after putting around some traffic cones so some other lucky fellas don’t decide to join in on the fun. From his spot on the sidewalk, John can also see the paramedics, who had to get involved because as soon as cops started questioning that drunk guy, he decided to scrunch into himself and show the world all the contents of his stomach. As if it needed to get even more complicated than it already was.
“Excuse me, sir? You’re the other…driver involved in the accident?” John suddenly hears a voice, a bit on the quiet side, which brings him out of his thoughts that involve strangling somebody in a variety of different ways. And oh, his nights instantly become tens, if not thousands of times better when he sees the owner of said voice.
Judging by the identifying markings you were a paramedic, and a very cute one at that, with your dull green uniform and a big jacket on, brows tied together in a concerned expression. Oh, and your eyes, they looked absolutely lovely in the low streetlights. Price is taken aback for the moment, forgetting every word in his vocabulary. He feels his heart starting to beat faster, blood flowing through his veins so fast he’s sure if it wasn’t for the evening darkness he’d most likely resemble a tomato. But then John realizes he must say something because just staring at you would just make him seem like some old creep. And he absolutely didn’t want that.
“Yes, that would be me.” He speaks up after clearing his throat. You nod to that, attentive gaze still on him. John then adds on after a short pause, which took him to let out a deep sigh. “You need me for anything?” Anything. Something. Please.
“Just checking up.” John feels his heart melt at that small smile that grazes your lips, making it obvious you’re satisfied with his answer. “You seem to be holding up better than the other driver.” You joke in an attempt to either lighten up the mood, which John appreciates, or to calm yourself a bit. It didn’t escape him how you seemed a little shaky. It was Friday night, so today’s shift might have been rough on you. Always the Friday nights.
“Well, anyone would hold up better than that bloke.” He jokes with a bit of abandon, a low chuckle escaping his lips, as he starts to overthink himself. John suddenly feels like a dumb teenager, which is never a good sign, especially when there is someone he’s interested in right in front of him. Price feels like his laugh is too rough, stance is too relaxed and everything is just a bit too much when your eyes are on him. Oh, he’s so going to embarrass himself.
“True, but let’s not tell him that.” You give a quiet laugh and John’s worries die down a little. Not completely, but enough to let his eyes get glued to your face. “How are you feeling? Is there any abnormal pain, anything unusual or out of the ordinary?” Oh, so you’re the type to get straight to business, huh? Interesting. Price liked that. “If there’s anything wrong we’ll get you right to the hospital.” Price declined when he got asked about the hospital before by another paramedic because there was no way he was going to spend even more time out of his house because of some minor scratches. But if it meant you’ll be there, he’s calling dibs on the seat beside you in the ambulance truck, dear lord.
“My knee’s complaining a bit, love.” John can see your eyes going as big as two shiny coins when you hear that pet name, which, to be fair, slipped out completely unintentionally. However, by the way you instantly light up in another shy smile, he can tell you don’t really mind it, so his nervousness caused by this… “happy accident”, comes down again. “Some bruises, but I’m not about to hold you up because of those.”
“Oh, well, that’s alright, come with me and I can check you out…” You stutter over your words while talking a bit too quickly and once you understand what you said, an annoyed groan comes out of you. Way to embarrass yourself. “I mean, check your knee out in the ambulance, alright?” You again shoot him a smile. Which probably is in vain, since he’s a patient at the moment, and you’re at work, and that’s very much frowned upon, but what can you do? You don’t meet a man like that everywhere. He looks a bit rough around the edges, but that’s part of the charm.
“I’m sure your hands are already full with that hero of the day over there, I’m good.” What. The fuck. Are you doing. John. The only chance he gets to talk to you and he’s blowing it, for fuck’s sake. He didn’t know why he said that. Maybe not to seem desperate in a very self-sabotaging way, but that’s just. Oh, John, you’re too old for playing some damn games with someone you like.
“You know what? I insist.” Your voice is lower and rougher. And when you top it off with another one of your sweet smiles and a gentle touch on his shoulder? John is a gone man. Turning into a much, a putty, if you will. God, for this perfect smile he was ready to smash and repair every single house appliance and pipe in your house.
“Alright then. Anything for you, love, lead the way.” And you did, with your hand resting softly on his back, helping him forward. John wished you would’ve been bolded with your touch, so he could feel more than just a light graze, but still. It felt good.
And then he finds himself in the back of the ambulance truck, this cramped, tiny space making him hold his breath from being so goddamn nervous in your presence. You told him to take a seat while rummaging through some cabinets and various medical bags for something. Seemingly not finding anything that you needed you spoke up to him again.
“Okay, now let me see your knee, sir.” You mumbled while kneeling in front of him, your eyes concentrated on the man. He didn’t mind you calling him sir at all. John was so used to being called that, but right now it just spread that very pleasant warm feeling inside of him.
“Well, I’m not taking my pants off. Not without a dinner first.” Price chuckled, as he tried rolling up one of his pants legs. And, well, his statement wasn’t that far from the truth. The whole deal with examination was a bit awkward to begin with, so he didn’t want to make it even worse.
“I’ll think about it, big guy.” You chuckle, as you finally start looking at his knee, small, feather-light touches sending sparks over Price’s skin. So, you enjoyed teasing him like that, huh? In combination with that nice, sweet smile? Oh, John is sold. He definitely should you invite somewhere while he still has time on his leave. But before he can open his mouth to make a brave offer you speak up again. “Looks like you have a minor sprain in here, your knee’s all swollen. I’ll apply some elastic bandages, that you’re going to have to wear for some time and redo yourself. But overall you seem to be doing good” Price couldn’t help but feel like that last remark wasn’t about his health.
“Yeah. Yeah. That’s all fine with me, love. Do what you have to.” You only nod in response, spending some time rummaging in the cupboards once again and emerging victorious with a roll of elastic bandages in your hands. You return to your previous position in front of John, and adjust his knee with a firm hand, mumbling a quiet “Hold still, please”. Oh, he’d freeze for centuries if you had asked him to. But he does, and as you wrap the bandage around his knee, which just kept pulsing with hot pain, he couldn’t help but admire you. The trained movements, the concentrated gaze, the warm touch…Maybe he really should act on his thoughts. Maybe it’s his chance. Maybe something can work out and this accidental meeting will become…something more.
Price wanted it to become something more.
His imagination ran rampant, picturing you wearing some nice and fancy, in case you do agree on a date. John totally should not be thinking this when you were right there, finally putting some finishing touches on his knee bandaging, so he forced them out of his mind and cleared his throat. Here goes nothing. But before Price can even utter a single sound you’re already being called over by your colleague. Guess he’ll just have to wait until you’re free of your duties, huh?
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I just read the last chapter and *chefs kiss* but I will say after reading I had to lay down and play some music as I contemplated my life because now what!? I waited so long for it and I got it and I’m figured and now what now I’m spiraling and don’t know what else lowkey empty now I have no idea wat to do I just waited and loved it so much and now I have nothing to be excited or check when I get home after a long day there’s nothing exciting anymore!!
lmao, NO, anon, here let me make u a promise: there is always, always going to be something new to look forward to. you might not find it right now or maybe it appears like six months down the track of some very boring evenings BUT there will be something exciting again. andy’s uploading the last chapter of incendiary this week, for example, if you’re not already reading that. or you’re gonna be trawling through the tags on ao3 one random Wednesday and bam! there’s a new fic, first chapter, that ticks off all your boxes and you’ll get to see it through to the end. OR one day you’re gonna be in a bookstore and the sales assistant will be friendly and at one point in conversation will suggest the first book in a series where everyone falls in love (and also they have swords) and you will want to devour every inch of it. OR!! one day you’ll be on youtube and find a new vlogging channel that uploads once a week and you’ll get invested enough that you watch their little videos in your car in the parking lot at work or on the bus home from school—ur gonna find sooo many good and fun things in life that will be so exciting and make you count the days down and be sad when they’re over. and then you’re gonna find new things after that!!! forever and ever and ever and ever. i promise. 🌷
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THINGS THAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT MY FELLOW WRITERS
this is a super fun tag prompt list, thanks @littleplasticrat!
tagging: @commander-krios @graysparrowao3 and anyone else who wants it!
here we go ✨ below the cut for considerable length, discussion of my generally E-rated work and brief unpopular opinions (lol).
Last book I read: I’m currently part way through The Left Hand of Darkness (Ursula K Le Guin) and Exhalation (Ted Chiang), and am in a constant state of rereading Pride and Prejudice. Honestly just been writing more than reading lately but I really want to finish these two books! I also devoured The New Topping Book as fuel for my Steel Weave kink adventures, lmao.
Greatest literary inspiration: Pride and Prejudice. Austen in general. (Story time) I once dated a guy who dismissed her books out of hand as ‘gossipy’, and then literally days later proceeded to tell me that when drinking with his bestie, they loved to ‘analyse other people’s personalities.’ What he thought he had that Austen didn’t, I don’t know. (God, the sexism. And yes, I did tell him that what he was doing was in fact also gossiping).
Austen sketches people in all their ignorance and kindness and flaws and virtues at once, whilst being deeply funny about it. I love her work.
Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write:
I LOVE omeluum x blurg. No desire to write for them but they’re great. (Check out weatheredlaw on AO3 for amazing Omelurg!)
Generally I’ve read and enjoyed for all of the tadpole gang and all sorts of other characters, but aside from having them feature in my Rolan fics the urge doesn’t strike me to write about them. My thoughts are extremely occupied with just the one guy.
Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me: Unhinged kink fics. If I ever write them, I’ll probably post on an alt account, because I think my current subscribers probably aren’t looking for [redacted niche kink] lol
You can recognise my writing by:
Relentlessly horny vibes. Bratty Rolan.
I honestly don’t know if I’ve got a particularly recognisable style - it varies a lot between the fandoms I write in, I think. I’m not given to lots of purple prose but neither is my writing spare. I overdo it on facial expressions, that’s for sure!
My most controversial take ( current fandom):
In an absolute shocker, I don’t enjoy dom!Rolan at all, or see it as particularly in-character. But you could guess that already if you’re following me lol. I filter all related tags/content liberally…
Current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut): It was a 9-10, and has been for months - but this week I’ve been smacked in the face with a real stumbling block so I’ll give it a (hopefully temporary) 6-7
Top three favourite tropes: Oooh. Ahhhh. Forced Proximity - only one bed, handcuffed together, trapped in a lift - whatever. Just make those people boil over with desire because they CANNOT AVOID the person they’re desperately trying to. Arguing. I love steamy argumentative kissing in stories. Forbidden Love. I am ESPECIALLY a huge fan of priests/nuns/religiously celibate breaking their vows, but doctor/patient is good too (Harvey SDV my beloved), or university professor/student, or sworn members of separate factions. Whatever. I want that sexual tension to be so fucking scorching it breaks through every barrier, and their love to conquer all.
Share a random frustration: Chapter 10 of Planar Tears. It’s coming along now but - I don’t like falling behind schedule! It’s also once again illustrated to me that although outlining is useful, at some points my characters will just develop a mind of their own. I just realised that after the last two extremely dramatic plot chapters - there needs to be a similarly dramatic step in Rolan and Catrin’s relationship as payoff. I think that’s the issue, anyway. I’d written a load of relatively lowkey flirty fluff and it just. Wasn’t. Hitting. I have honestly entered the stage of ‘please fucking kill me I no longer know if this writing is good’ and think I just have to weather the storm here!
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Tagged by @gilliebee <3
Name: Lavender and Leaf interchangeably
Pronouns: he/him and she/her interchangeably (but genuinely okay with whatever, I’m genderfluid c: )
Where do u call home? Dubai, UAE. Even tho it was meant to be a temporary arrangement I’ve lived here my whole life and now any other emirate feels off lol
Favorite animals: goats. You ever jumped around with a baby goat??? Peace and love on planet earth 🥺💕💞💝💘💖💗💓💓💘💝💞💕
When it comes to birds: chickens and pigeons. Everytime I see one I’m like that’s so me. I’m them. They’re me. We are one.
Cereal of choice: anything with chocolate bc I’m still 5 years old
are you visual, auditory or kinesthetic learner? visual for sure, my ears don’t work right and I freaking love diagrams.
First pet: I’ve never named a pet except my current cat (xiexie!!) so my first pet did not have a name. It was a smol baby chick that grew up to be a mean ass spoiled ass fucking rooster who’d peck everyone except me <3
he was raised as a girl bc whoever gave me the chick told me it’s a chicken not a rooster and my dumbass did not recognize the signs of him being male and would argue with everyone who tried convincing me otherwise 🤠 denial is one hell of a drug bc how could I see the tail and mohawk (?? Tf u call that thing on its head) and be like “yes this is a chicken :) I see nothing wrong about this” anyway trans king. He’s just like mommy <3
I did have to give him away eventually :( he was taken to some uncle’s farm and got a chicken harem like the high value alpha male I knew he always had the capacity to be 😌 (ofc until another rooster was brought over and he lost the fight. He was plucked naked and shunned and he passed away featherless and bitchless. But we don’t talk about that)
Favorite scent: ………… lavend-*gun shots*
do you believe in astrology? Not really? But it’s so much fun !! :) I am a Capricorn sun Taurus moon and Leo rising, so do with that as you will <3
how many playlists do you have in apple music/spotify? I don’t use Apple Music. Spotify is purely for my friends so we can send playlists back and forth but I hate that everything is paywalled and it decides to choose shit for me. Like bitch. I did not add any of these songs to the playlist get tf away from me. Also why can’t I listen to my music offline???? I hate u. Anyway I just checked I have 87 playlists ???? 🤠🤠 When. How. Who are all these people I literally don’t know any of them?????
Sharpies or highlighters? Sharpies!!!! I love markers in general but sharpies always fire up my creative neurons
song that makes you cry: I’ve never cried to music but Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens makes me so. :(
song that makes you happy: not to be a stereotype but Bastans by Miami band. (It’s a staple wedding song lmao)
and finally: do you draw/write/create?: YES!! My artistic skills are. Fine. But I do write a lot! My ao3 is lavender_petal and I’ve been learning how to create gifs over on my hockey side acc @gaybroons Also! I started making little braided bracelets lately :) they’re not perfect but they are fun!! I do try my hand at some Arabic/English translations from time to time but I’m not the best at it lol
I’m tagging: @loulucifer , @lindholmline , @earth-to-sway , and anyone else who wants to do this, but no pressure <3
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do you have any steve centric fanfic recs?
Oh BOY do I!!! This is a quick scan of my bookmarks and ao3 history, but believe me, I’ll probably be reblogging this to add more!! If I haven’t already made it completely obvious, I LOVE Steve and I love whump and hurt/comfort so so much.
If You Could Only Hold Me Tight by @mochiiminni is such a good read and I love Steve’s horror when he’s looking at his own wounds after showering. Robin crying for him and his eventual tears really pack a punch!
they cut me to ribbons and told me to drive by @mythandbullshit is a wonderful exploration of compounded trauma throughout Steve’s life and how he internalizes it until he’s not processing it, just shoving it down because “other people have it worse”. Eddie helping Steve down from a panic attack always wrenches my heart :)
exeunt ; enter stage by @stardustcoral is a “Steve gets Vecna’d” fic that made me cry at work. I adore the way he was having trouble distinguishing what was real and what was a Vecna Vision™️, which really gave some insight to how he was doing Not That Great. The addition of some solid Steve & Mike (their agenda according to the tags lol) was so wonderful because they’re such an under-explored duo, I love to see anything that deepens their dynamic.
there’s a room where the light won’t find you by @intranel ROCKS!!! I don’t want to give too much away, but Steve with powers who doesn’t remember he has powers? Chills, literal chills.
Holiday in… Handcuffs? by @hornedqueenofhell is just some Hallmark type beat fun. This is the kind of miscommunication I adore in a fic lmao.
This list barely scratches the surface of incredible fics I’ve read, but it’s a good start! A lot of these writers have other amazing works that are def worth checking out ❤️
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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers
:D thanks for the tag plant!
How many works do you have on AO3?
two as of right now! i’ve put a few in a private collection so those aren’t up for public viewing atm
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
13972
3. What fandoms do you write for?
funnily enough, most of my fics that i’ve put up have been for bnha. i haven’t been in the fandom for literal years.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
me n my two fics hdkajd
the immutable bond between craiglister and craiglistee (16 kudos)
a hunting dog’s lullaby (2 kudos)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
i try! but sometimes i forget or overthink until i forget. if it’s someone i’m familiar with though i’ll absolutely respond
6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
definitely a hunting dog’s lullaby. the craigslist fic is crack treated seriously there is no shot that’s beating dog imagery mcgee in this
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
yeah the craigslist fic wins this one
8. Do you get hate on fics?
nope! the blessing of being a small writer in a big fandom
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
nah. not really my thing.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
no to this one too! i find them fun to read but the fandoms i’m in tend to intersect awkwardly so i usually just. avoid writing them
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
nope B) if i did i’d honestly be surprised hdksjf
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
nope again!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
my irl friends and i have a couple of writing projects we like to work on! they’re for our own leisure rather than for posting so i’m not sure this counts but yeah
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
i’m. not a ship person lol. like they’re cool i’m not against them i just forget they exist most of the time
15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
that one tma au that i was borrowing. i’m sorry juno… i don’t even know if you remember i started writing it LMAO
16. What are your writing strengths?
oh flowery language for sure. my parents forcing me into that extracurricular english class really shines through when i get to use the sat vocabulary
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
face in hands. build up. i have the main scenes down on lock but then i have to build the suspense and tension and do all the thingymajigs and doodads before that and i collapse on my face and decompose
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
i mean if it’s in spanish or mandarin? sure. i’m confident enough in my ability to make those sound natural enough, but any other languages. well. haha. [walks into the ocean never to return]
19. First fandom you wrote for?
oh, warriors cats oc fanfiction i wrote at ten years old… where would i be without you
20. Favorite fic you've written?
a hunting dog’s lullaby, by a long shot. it’s the one i worked the hardest on. it’s got some janky spots but i’ve got a net positive outlook on how it turned out. versus the craigslist fic which i made in under two days 😭
i’ve got a couple of writing mutuals so whoever wants to do this, here’s your blank check to jump in :] i’m going to tag @catlady5001! i hope you have fun with this
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so close to the real thing (closer than you think)
rating: explicit
word count: 6.8k
summary: Eddie's been pining over Richie for as long as he can remember. He loves everything about Richie; especially how much Richie loves touching him. It's a little inconvenient, though. Eddie copes with his pent up sexual tension by constantly checking a porn blog he's obsessed with on tumblr. This guy has the same type of body as Richie, he talks like Richie, his name is even Richie! It makes it all too easy for Eddie to pretend it really is Richie while getting himself off to all of the blog's content.
You'll never guess what he finds out when he starts sexting this stranger named Richie from his anonymous porn blog.
tags: friends to lovers, porn with feelings, love confessions, dom/sub dynamics, bi dom top richie, gay sub bottom eddie, the most oblivious pining idiots in the world lol we love them
notes: this is one of my more ridiculous ideas but I had so much fun with it lol. also as a note you probably should not approach people on the internet the way they do in this fic, but they're just v enthusiastic and everything here is v consensual!! still tho definitely don't take this indulgent fic as a guide on how to approach real people online lmao. okay have fun!!
read on ao3 or below!!
notsfw under the cut
Eddie Kaspbrak’s friends were his entire world; time spent with them meant everything to him. But he also really valued his alone time. He’d always been the sort who needed time to just sit on a grassy hill and watch the trains go by, to catch up on comics in his room, to get lost in Netflix shows or even just his thoughts as he moseyed around his apartment—one he live in by himself, for when these moods hit. He needed time to himself to unwind. And sometimes he unwound by scrolling through some porn blogs on tumblr with his hand in his pants.
There was one blog that he was particularly fond of. There were other blogs more catered to his personal interests, namely blogs that didn’t feature women like this one did. But there was a good balance of genders represented, so Eddie figured he could just scroll past those posts. This guy was worth it. His pictures were ridiculously hot, and his dirty talk was even hotter.
Also, his name was Richie. Which Eddie refused to acknowledge as part of the draw.
It was harder to ignore tonight. He’d been out with the losers, and Richie had just been so touchy. And there was something about the way he'd been talking; his voice was lower than normal, slower in a way that made Eddie’s stomach flip. And his touches had lingered, his hand squeezing Eddie’s hip slow, then lazily brushing against his ass as he dropped it. Eddie could hardly take it. He brushed it off as Richie just being tired from work, but god, Eddie wanted it to mean more. The hardest part was hiding how much he wanted Richie to keep doing it.
There were so many things Eddie wanted Richie to do to him. He wanted Richie to touch him harder, to grab him by his hips with both hands. Richie’s hands were so big; Eddie just knew Richie could manhandle him so easily, so roughly. He wanted to know what it would feel like to have Richie’s hands all over him, grabbing at his ass and his thighs, holding his wrists down, making him feel so small. While Eddie would never admit it, huffing at every short joke Richie made, but he loved being shorter than Richie. He loved how safe he felt when Richie held him. And he was dying to know how small he would feel with Richie looming above him, or sitting in Richie’s lap, bouncing on his cock. He wanted to hear Richie talking to him in that low, slow voice, with that condescension Eddie did his best to pretend not to be affected by. He wanted Richie to whisper in his ear and call him all those pretty names he always dropped so casually, all those sweet ones and also ones that were a lot meaner. He wanted Richie to want him.
But it was easier to think about it than to ask for it. He knew Richie had way more experience than him. Well, okay, maybe not way more necessarily, but they were starting their third year of college, and he hadn’t wasted any time. Eddie, on the other hand, hadn’t done anything more than hand stuff with someone else. The guys he’d hooked up with were nice enough, and hot enough, but they just… weren’t Richie.
He supposed this guy on tumblr wasn’t Richie either, but at least he was everything else Eddie wanted. None of his hookups had been so, well, dominant, and that was this guy’s whole thing. He was dominant and a top and into guys that looked like Eddie. He even kind of talked like Richie, and he was apparently pining over his best friend, just like Eddie was. It had him completely smitten. Plus, internet-Richie’s crush had brown eyes like Eddie, and he ran track, just like Eddie did. Internet-Richie had posted once about his dick getting hard watching his friend at his track meet, and Eddie had come so hard that night, his track shorts around his ankles, imagining his Richie thinking those things about him.
Eddie was in bed now, in nothing but his boxers and one of Richie’s old shirts that had been Eddie’s for a while now. Still reeling from the way Richie had been acting that night, he logged into his porn account on his phone and scrolled through his dash for a grand total of thirty seconds before going immediately to internet-Richie’s blog. A thrill went through Eddie’s body when he saw that he had just posted. He’d written, “god my friends gonna fuckn kill me with that ass, i wanna plow him so bad” then reblogged it and added, “reminder that my asks and dms are always open if any pretty needy little subs need help getting off. please come be sluts in my messages.” Eddie’s breath caught in his throat when he saw that there was a picture, too, one of him gripping his hard cock, his boxers pulled down just enough for Eddie to see the dark hair around the base of his cock. Eddie moaned at the sight. His cock was so nice, so long and thick and pink. And fuck, his fingers. They were so long and slim, almost as nice as his-Richie’s.
Eddie scrolled a little farther down, his heart racing. There were a lot of reblogs, but some original posts here and there, things like, “what i wouldn’t do to have a pretty guy drooling all over my cock rn,” and, “in the mood to get someone dick drunk. wanna fuck a someone so hard they forget their own name.” One that made Eddie nearly choke said, “want someone i can pump my come into whenever i want, over and over again. want a sub i can keep full of my come all the fuckn time.” That post had Eddie getting out his lube.
It also had him thinking about internet-Richie’s most recent post, his post about his DMs being open.
Eddie bit his lip and thought about it. He’d sent internet-Richie some asks before from his porn blog (his blog didn’t have his name on it, just the teddy bear emoji, since he privately thought the teddy/Eddie rhyme was fun and clever, and also it was cute), and he’d seemed plenty happy enough to respond then. Still, it felt like a much bigger step to DM him, to talk to him just one on one. But the more he read his posts, the more he thought about his-Richie and how he’d touched Eddie that night, the easier it was to convince himself to shoot his shot with this stranger.
Eddie just messaged him a simple, “hi,” with a heart emoji. It was innocent enough, but his heart was still racing.
Internet-Richie responded a lot faster than Eddie was expecting. Honestly he hadn’t been expecting a response at all. But he said:
hiya cutie (; ive been hoping youd message me
Eddie flushed. He couldn’t help but hear cutie in his-Richie’s voice—especially given how often Richie used the nickname. really? he typed back.
fuck yes, ur cute little messages make me so hard. i can tell ur a pretty little thing just from the way you type
Eddie was blushing deep. Pretty little thing. That was hotter than it should’ve been. He wanted his Richie to talk to him like that, in that deep, sleepy voice.
there’s no way you can tell that from some messages :P, Eddie sent.
His heart stopped at the next messages internet-Richie sent.
oh, u dont think so?
why dont u send me some pics to prove me wrong (;
Oh my god, Eddie thought, his breath coming short. His head swam at the thought of sending this guy nudes, of showing himself off to someone who clearly wanted to see him, who would know how to take care of him and fuck him the way he liked, a guy with his crush’s fucking name and body type and hands. It had Eddie’s cock hard and leaking, and he slowly slid a finger inside of himself.
But just because the thought turned him on didn’t mean he was gonna send this stranger what he wanted so easily, even if he desperately wanted to.
you’d like that, wouldn’t you?
He fingered himself open as he waited for a response, working his way up to two fingers. It was nearly impossible to ignore his cock, but he didn’t want to come before the conversation even had a chance to start.
fuck ya i would, internet-Richie responded. Then, in a second message, whats wrong baby? you shy? ill show u mine ;)
Eddie's breath caught. God, this guy even made stupid shit sound hot, just like Eddie’s Richie. This was unreal.
i’ve seen yours, Eddie pointed out.
ya and you musta liked it if ur messaging me rn
Eddie bit his lip. ...maybe
aw thats cute sweetheart. u know i can see all the needy little tags you add when u reblog my stuff right?
Eddie blushed. He’d kind of always hoped he’d read them, but he never thought he actually did. i didn’t know you read those
oh ya, read them, jerk off to them. bit of a size queen, aren’t you? ;) it’s cute. makes me so fuckn hard when u talk abt how u want me to fill you up
Eddie whimpered out loud, sliding a third finger into himself. Fuck, he wanted that cock inside of him so bad. But right now one of his toys would have to do, once he was stretched out enough. He sped up his fingers, getting impatient. Gathering up all of his horny courage, he sent, show me.
what, no please? only good boys who use their manners get dick pics babydoll
Eddie pouted and whined to himself, making quick work of sliding his hot pink vibrator inside of himself—well, as quickly as he could without hurting himself. He moaned as it filled him up, making pleasure spread deep through his body. Slowly pumping it in and out, he reached for his phone. please, he typed, please let me see? wanna know what to picture while i fuck myself with my vibrator. He even added the wide eyed pouting emoji to really milk the whole begging thing. He knew he’d been playing a little coy, but now with the way internet-Richie was talking to him he was getting desperate.
well fuck baby since ur begging ;)
Eddie held his breath as he waited for the picture, slowly rocking his toy in and out, savoring the feeling. He wished it was Richie doing it, wished it was his cock. The lines between which Richie blurred; he wanted to get fucked by either of them, both of them.
What Eddie received when his phone lit up was not a picture, but a video. It was short, just a few seconds of Richie’s hand dragging wetly, smoothly over his cock, but it had Eddie drooling. The room was dark, so he’d used a flash, and it made the mix of what Eddie assumed was precome and spit glisten as the swollen head of Richie’s cock disappeared and reappeared from behind his fingers. Eddie must’ve played it at least five times, fucking himself a little faster, before remembering to say something back. And to take a video of his own. fuck, I want you so bad, want you to fucking ruin me, he wrote back. A part of him couldn’t believe how openly desperate he was being, but he found that he liked it; he liked the way it made him blush, he liked the way it felt to beg, to ask for what he wanted.
Richie’s response came fast: show me kitten. show me how you want me to fuck your pretty little ass.
Eddie moaned at the pet name; casual little nicknames were such a weakness for him. He was already so far gone, just picturing Richie’s cock inside of him, picturing him stroking his cock to thoughts of Eddie. The attention had his cock hard and leaking as he thrust his vibrator even deeper inside of himself, pumping it in and out a few more times before rolling over and getting on his hands and knees. It was hard to take a video from this angle, but he wanted to show off his ass and hide his face. Plus, there was something so hot about having his ass in the air and his face shoved in his pillow, looking like the perfect image of someone desperate to be fucked. He loved the way it made him feel, loved the thought of being so open for someone. For Richie.
He ended up shooting a short video as well, about ten seconds of him sliding his vibrator slowly in and out of himself, letting out soft little moans. He was pretty pleased with the way it turned out, his hole pink and smooth and wet as it stretched around his toy. The angle was a little weird, showing a lot of his room once or twice when his hand slipped a little, but overall he thought his ass looked amazing, if he did say so himself. He sent it and said, feels so good. do you want me to go faster?
As he sent it, he got settled on his back, forcing himself to go slow as he fucked himself while he waited for internet-Richie’s response. It was taking longer than before, and Eddie was getting antsy; it was so hard to drag it out, to not get ahead of himself. But whatever Richie was doing, Eddie knew it would be worth the wait. Still, he pouted as his cock ached, begging for attention.
He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock at the door.
He groaned to himself and stayed put, fucking himself even slower as he waited for whoever it was to leave. But then the knocking continued, loud and incessant and obnoxious, and Eddie knew exactly who it was. He also knew he wasn’t going to go away any time soon, which honestly made him smile and blush. Richie had terrible timing, but Eddie would never be upset to see him.
Reluctantly, he slowly slid the toy out and pulled on his shorts, leaving his shirt off. He still had a pretty obvious boner, but his horny brain did not mind the idea of Richie seeing it. So he strode lazily down the hall, shouting a performatively annoyed, “I’m coming!” Finally, he opened the door, cocking his hip to the side and giving Richie an expectant look. “Can I help you?” he asked, a small smile dancing around the corner of his lips. He had to fight off a smirk at the wide eyed look Richie gave him as he ran his eyes over Eddie’s body.
“Fuck,” he muttered lowly, his eyes trained on Eddie’s cock, which was getting even harder the more Richie stared. Eddie bit his lip and grinned a little, making doe eyes at Richie. But Richie didn’t meet his gaze—instead he brushed past Eddie, his mouth still hanging open as he made his way urgently toward Eddie’s bedroom.
“Richie?” Eddie asked, a little let down that Richie’s hands weren’t all over him right now. But hey, if he was heading to Eddie’s bedroom he figured that was at least the right direction. He closed his front door and followed Richie into his room, where he found him staring at the bright pink vibrator on the bed. As confident and horny as Eddie was feeling, that still made him blush. He was only human. Crossing his arms, he said, bashful now, “I was kind of in the middle of something.”
Richie looked over at him, his cheeks bright red under his freckles. Then he got a glimmer of that trademark shit-eating grin on his face. “Eds, you fucking slut,” he said, sounding both delighted and breathless. “You are so fucking hot.”
Eddie flushed and tried not to squirm, but he couldn’t help but press his legs together, his eyes brightening. Fuck, was this actually happening? Shit, he needed to think of something witty to say. “You gonna do anything about it?” Okay, that kinda sounded like a corny porn, but he had to give himself credit for even being able to form words just after his lifelong crush and personal wet dream had just admitted his attraction to him.
“I think I already have been,” Richie said, still grinning.
Eddie cocked an eyebrow at him. He couldn’t help but smile back. “Oh yeah? How do you figure that?”
Eddie was expecting a confession. He was expecting something along the lines of you think I don’t notice how you look at me? or did you really think those were casual touches earlier? What he was not expecting was for Richie to unlock his phone and hold it up, showing Eddie the video he had just taken, the video he’d sent to internet-Richie.
Oh. Oh. Oh fuck.
“Oh my god, that’s you?” Eddie cried in disbelief.
“You’re telling me you didn’t recognize this dick?” Richie asked, swaggering over to Eddie, clearly enjoying himself.
“How did you recognize it was me?”
Richie nodded toward the Thundercats poster on Eddie’s wall, then to the model train that sat on his dresser. “What other guy has decor like that and the ass to match?”
Eddie grinned and shook his head. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
“Well pardon me for not being especially eloquent when I’ve just learned that the guy I’ve been masturbating to since I learned how to and been in love with for even longer has been masturbating to me too.”
Eddie’s eyes went wide, all thoughts of getting fucked leaving for a moment. “You’re in love with me?” he asked, his voice as soft as his smile.
Richie was not a bashful person, but the little laugh he let out just then was close to it. “Have been my whole life, but thanks for finally noticing.”
Eddie shook his head and stepped closer, until he had to crane his head up to meet Richie’s gaze. “I love you too.”
Richie’s eyes widened behind his thick frames. Eddie had only seen that look in Richie’s eyes a few times before, but he never wanted to lose sight of it again. He always wanted Richie to look at him like that. But then Richie was closing his eyes and leaning down. It only took Eddie a second to get with the program, drinking in the moment just a little longer before letting his own eyes fall shut as he pressed his lips against Richie’s.
It started gentle enough, if deep and passionate and intentional. But then Richie’s hands were on Eddie’s bare waist, skin against skin, and Eddie was gasping into Richie’s mouth, his hands coming up and resting against Richie’s chest. He curled his fingers into Richie’s shirt as Richie ran his tongue over Eddie’s lips, just before pulling away. He laughed at Eddie’s indignant little whine.
“Oh, you mean you don’t want me to take off my shirt right now?” he smirked as Eddie tried to pull him closer by the offending fabric. Huffing, Eddie conceded and let go long enough to let Richie pull the shirt off over his head.
“Oh,” he said softly, his voice a little, awed moan as he drank in Richie’s chest. It wasn’t like Richie had never been shirtless in front of Eddie before, but Eddie had never felt like he was allowed to really look at Richie all those times. But now he could; now he could touch. And he did, running his fingers over Richie’s smooth, warm skin, over his acne scars and blackheads and freckles. “Fuck, Richie,” he sighed before pressing his lips to Richie’s collarbones, trailing them all over Richie’s beautiful chest.
Richie gave a breathless, almost shy laugh as he stroked Eddie’s hair. “Damn, Eds, never pegged you as a tits guy.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Eddie giggled, bringing his lips back to Richie’s. They both smiled into it, getting lost for a moment as Richie’s hands slid slowly down Eddie’s sides. His hands lingered on Eddie’s hips for a moment before he slid them further down and grabbed at Eddie’s ass, making him gasp.
“Is that any way to talk to the guy who’s about to rail you ‘til you can’t walk?”
“What’re you gonna do about it?” Eddie asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Spank me?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Richie smirked. He gave Eddie’s ass a playful smack, making Eddie gasp again and fall into him, needing more. Richie’s voice was dripping with adoration as he purred, “Little brat,” and pulled Eddie against him, kissing him again. Eddie went with it easily and happily parted his lips to let Richie lick into his mouth. Richie had one hand gripping Eddie’s jaw and the other on his ass, touching him in a way that exuded a command Eddie was desperate to follow. God, Eddie knew Richie had big hands, but they felt huge on him like this. It was dizzyingly hot. And the way Richie’s tongue was teasing his had Eddie’s knees going weak. His dick was throbbing in his shorts, aching to finish what he’d started, what had been interrupted. When he thought about it all—about playing with himself for Richie, about the video Richie had sent him, about all those things Richie had said about filling Eddie up—he felt himself clench down on nothing, desperate to get fucked. Desperate to feel Richie’s cock so deep inside of him.
“Richie,” he whined into the kiss, pulling on Richie’s belt loops, “please.” He pressed himself urgently against Richie and rutted shamelessly against his thigh.
“Fuck, you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” His voice was cocky and teasing, but there was an apparent undercurrent of wonder there as well.
Eddie shoved his face into Richie’s neck and whined, grabbing onto Richie’s wrists without even knowing what his goal was. “Richie,” he whimpered, sounding pitiful and ruined already.
“What do you want, baby?” Richie’s voice made it clear that he was enjoying seeing Eddie this wrecked, and that just made Eddie even harder. “Come on, tell me, use your words.”
Eddie squirmed as Richie held him close, but still not touching him in any relieving way. “I need you inside,” Eddie said, his voice high and soft as he squirmed in Richie’s grip. “God, please, Richie, need you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard I can’t even think. Fuck me like I’m your little toy.”
Eddie could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth, and judging by the gasp he heard Richie let out, he’d caught Richie off guard too. But if the hard bulge in his jeans that brushed up against Eddie was any indication, he was apparently just as turned on as Eddie was. Besides, Eddie knew from his blog that Richie was really into that sort of thing too—and, apparently, really into the idea of doing those things with Eddie. The realization that Richie had been saying all those filthy things about him had him grinding against him with even more fervor, kissing his neck with a heated confidence. Richie moaned, and Eddie could feel the warmth of it spreading through him. “Yeah, sweetheart? You want to feel me inside you? You think you’re ready for me?”
“Yes,” Eddie sighed, looking up at Richie with wide, desperate eyes. He shivered at the new look in Richie’s eyes, the blue nearly entirely eclipsed by how wide his pupils were. He looked hungry for Eddie; Eddie wanted to feel it. “‘M ready, Richie, please, so open for you.” He looked to the toy on his bed pointedly, but Richie only gave a deep laugh.
“Oh honey, that’s cute that you think that little thing is gonna have you ready for my cock.” Eddie’s breath caught; that toy wasn’t small. Before he could gather his scattered brain enough to react, Richie was scooping him up and tossing him on the bed, the toy falling forgotten to the floor. Richie moved Eddie onto his back, and Eddie went happily, pliantly. Richie’s fingers were cool against Eddie’s burning skin as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Eddie’s shorts, slowly dragging them over his hips and down his legs, tossing them to the floor. Eddie’s cock was dripping with precome, his chest flushed a bright red as he squirmed under Richie’s gaze. Eddie been dreaming of Richie manhandling him like this for he didn’t even know how long; he couldn’t help the way he reacted. And he especially couldn’t help the pleased little sound he made when Richie murmured, “God, you’re gorgeous, Eds.” Then Richie was grabbing him by the ankles, gently but firmly spreading Eddie’s legs, and Eddie let out the most pathetic, genuine moan he’d ever heard. “Fuck, baby, you sound pretty. You like when I spread you open?” Richie asked. He was smirking down at Eddie, but Eddie could see how flushed he was, could see the thrilled awe in his dark, hungry eyes as Eddie nodded.
“Richie, please,” Eddie whimpered. “I need you so bad.” He sat up, reaching for Richie’s belt, but Richie easily pressed him back against the mattress with a large hand on the center of his chest. The confidence in Richie’s dominance took Eddie’s breath away, and he stayed right where he was, nice and obedient, as he watched Richie get off the bed and slowly undo his belt, then his button and zipper. He took his time dragging his jeans and boxers off, enough time to let Eddie’s eyes linger on the reveal of the dark hair under Richie’s waistband. Then Richie’s cock was bouncing up against his stomach, hard and flushed and fucking long. Eddie moaned at the sight and fisted the sheets underneath him. He wanted so badly to get his mouth on Richie, to breathe him in and be nice and good for Richie on his knees. But he was also desperate to get fucked; his hole clenched down on nothing at the thought, and then it was all he could think about again. “Richie,” he repeated, whining now as he reached for him. “Stop being such a tease.”
Richie laughed as he moved easily out of Eddie’s grip and climbed on top of him. Eddie gasped softly at the sight of Richie above him, his dark curls surrounding his face, his full, pink lips pulled into the most beautiful smile Eddie had ever seen in his life. He ran his hands over Richie’s chest and sides, marveling at the fact that this was really happening. Then, his eyes flickering down, he tentatively brought his hand to Richie’s cock.
“Oh, fuck,” they said, both at the same time, making them giggle together.
“Fuck, Eds, your pretty little hand looks so cute wrapped around my cock,” Richie teased in a low, rough voice. Eddie shivered; he couldn’t tell if Richie was praising him or degrading him, but either way it made his head fuzzy.
“‘M not that little,” Eddie grumbled out of habit. But he was clearly breathless. He’d never been good at pretending not to like Richie’s compliments, however teasing.
“Aw, but you are, baby,” Richie cooed, nuzzling his nose against Eddie’s and pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “You’re so cute and tiny for me. I don’t even know if we’ll be able to fit my cock inside you.”
“I can,” Eddie whined, both indignant and impatient. He bucked his hips up, but Richie held him down. He gasped when he felt the warm, soft skin of Richie’s cock press against his stomach. Looking down, he saw that Richie had his cock lying on Eddie’s stomach, showing just how deep he would be once he was inside Eddie.
“You sure about that, babydoll?” While the teasing note was still there, Richie’s voice got noticeably softer as he said, “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
Eddie’s chest swelled at that. Cupping Richie’s face in his hands, he insisted, “I can take it.” Then he reached down and took Richie in his hand, glowing with pride when Richie let out a low moan. “Richie, please, I want you so bad.”
“Okay, baby,” Richie agreed, turning his head to kiss Eddie’s palm. “Fuck, I want you, too.” But he stalled. “Have you ever… like, been fucked before?”
Eddie flushed. “Well, not by someone else, but I have some toys. I’m not gonna break, Richie.” He huffed, but the way Richie was looking at him soothed any ruffled feathers.
“I’m your first?” His smile was soft, and while his eyes glittered, there was nothing teasing about his tone.
“I didn’t wanna do it with anyone else,” Eddie mumbled. He tried to look away, but Richie pulled him into a kiss.
“Fuck, I never thought you’d want me,” he chuckled. “Sorry, that was depressing, I just mean I can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner, you know?”
Eddie beamed, a small, giddy giggle dancing on his lips. “Well it’ll happen sooner if you stop talking so much.” But his smile, and all of the little kisses he planted on Richie’s freckled shoulders told Richie that Eddie never wanted him to stop talking.
“Alright, alright, sheesh, I know I’m hot but you don’t gotta rush me.” Eddie was still giggling when Richie kissed him, and he could feel that Richie was smiling too. “Where’s your lube?”
Eddie stretched his hand out and patted the bed for a moment, searching. After what was probably only four seconds but felt like an eternity, he finally found the bottle and handed it eagerly to Richie. “Oh, right,” Richie smirked, “you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” Eddie moaned as Richie swiped his fingers over Eddie’s slick hole, pressing in just a bit. His fingers went in easily, and he pumped them slowly, drawing little, breathy moans out of Eddie. Richie’s fingers were a lot longer and thicker than his own, and they felt amazing, but they weren’t what he wanted in that moment.
“Richie, fuck me,” he whined.
“Aw, no please? Again?” Richie tsked and shook his head, curling his fingers against Eddie’s prostate, making him cry out. “I told you, sweetheart, only good boys who use their manners get fucked.”
“Please,” Eddie cried. He rocked his hips and grabbed at Richie’s shoulders, at his arms, not even sure what his goal was there other than to get Richie closer, to get his attention, to show him how desperate he was. “Please fuck me, please.” He sounded pathetic begging like this, but that just made him harder. And it made Richie’s pupils even wider as he slid his fingers out of Eddie and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Good boy,” he purred. Eddie moaned and arched into Richie’s touch, but he only gave Eddie one more kiss on his cheek before pulling back and covering his cock in lube. Eddie watched, entranced, as Richie’s hand moved smoothly over his cock, glistening and slick. Then Richie was gently spreading Eddie’s legs even further and pressing the head of his cock against Eddie’s hole.
“Yes,” Eddie whimpered brokenly, grasping at the sheets beneath him. “Richie, please.” Meeting his gaze, he said softly, “I need you.”
“I’ve got you,” Richie assured him in a voice that made Eddie feel like he was glowing. Richie took Eddie’s hand in his and entwined their fingers, using his other hand to guide his cock inside of Eddie, who gasped at the feeling. God, he couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe his first time was going to be with his favorite person. He couldn’t believe he was finally getting exactly what he wanted. Love flooded through him, warm and perfect, somehow both soothing and electrifying as he watched Richie’s face. Eddie’s mouth dropped as Richie pressed into him, deeper and deeper and still fucking deeper, until finally Richie let out a low moan and Eddie felt absolutely breathless. The stretch was intense, and he held onto Richie tightly as he caught his breath. “Are you alright?” Richie asked. His voice was strained, but the care and concern in it was clear. “You don’t have to take all of it if it’s too much.”
Eddie wanted to laugh at the remark or roll his eyes, but with how breathless and dizzied by pleasure he already was, he had to admit Richie had a point. “Just need a minute,” he gasped. Richie ran a soothing hand over Eddie’s skin, helping him even out his breathing and relax. The feeling of Richie’s cock twitching in anticipation inside of him had him letting out little moans as he adjusted, getting more and more used to the feeling until he felt comfortable enough to tell Richie he could move. Richie kissed him before he did, his lips soft against Eddie’s, a reassuring weight. Eddie breathed in sharply as Richie pulled back, grabbing at Richie’s shoulders.
Richie immediately stopped. “You okay, baby?” he asked, caressing Eddie’s face.
Eddie wanted to melt. Richie was always touching him, always jokingly flirting with him, but this unabashed concern and, well, love had previously been reserved for dire situations, like panic attacks or injuries. Eddie couldn’t help the dopey smile that bloomed on his face as he tilted his chin up and kissed Richie. “I’m okay,” he said breathlessly. “It’s just a little different from my vibrator.” They both gave a shaky laugh as Richie nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s.
“Better, I hope?” he grinned.
“Can’t tell yet,” Eddie retorted. Another snarky comment was on the tip of his tongue when Richie pulled his hips further back, effectively sucking all the air—and attitude—from Eddie’s chest. And then Richie was pushing back in, and Eddie let out a moan he couldn’t have faked if he tried, relaxing back into the mattress as his eyes fell shut. It was the best thing he’d ever felt, pleasure and relief flooding through his body. They’d been building up this tension for years; Eddie had figured it would feel good to break it, but it really felt magical, like something had just clicked into place. Feeling Richie inside of him, rocking his hips carefully, feeling Richie twitch as he tried not to lose control had Eddie’s head reeling. Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, focusing on Richie above him, on how flushed his face was. When Richie met his eye, pressing in deep, Eddie let out a small, “Fuck.”
“Yeah? Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
Richie was smirking as he said it, but there was something else sparkling in his eyes. Something giddy and awed. Something that made Eddie sigh dreamily, “I love you.”
Richie’s eyes widened for a moment before he pressed his lips firmly against Eddie’s, his hands roaming over Eddie’s body like he couldn’t choose where to put them, where to touch him. “I love you so much,” he beamed, pressing a few more kisses to Eddie’s cheeks. Eddie giggled at the feeling, but then Richie’s hips moved just a little faster, pressing him in just a little deeper, and he was back to melting under Richie’s touch, clinging to him as he rocked his hips with Richie’s. “Fuck, you’re so amazing, baby, so fucking beautiful. You look so good like this, holy shit.”
Eddie smiled almost drunkenly at Richie’s ability to ramble even when blowing Eddie’s mind. “Feels so good,” he moaned, his voice breathy and just a little bit higher than normal. He wrapped his legs around Richie’s waist. “Please, Richie, please.”
“Fuck, baby, wanna make you feel like this all the fucking time,” Richie groaned as he picked up the pace. Eddie whined in pleasure at the change, and that just spurred Richie to go faster, harder, until he was well and truly fucking Eddie, both of them moaning with every thrust.
“Oh my god,” Eddie cried, “ohmygodohmygodhmygod, oh fuck, Richie, please.” It felt so amazing, Richie fucking into him like this, but he needed that little bit more. His cock was throbbing desperately, achingly hard; he needed to feel Richie’s hand on him. “Richie, please,” he whimpered, “please, please touch me. I need you, I need you so bad, please, Richie.” Eddie was pouting now, grabbing aimlessly at Richie, his legs still wrapped tight around him.
“Fuck, you’re so hard for me,” Richie marveled, his voice sweet and condescending as he wrapped his hand around Eddie’s cock. Eddie nearly screamed at the contact, his back arching off the bed. Richie laughed a little, which just made Eddie even harder. The way Richie spread his precome over his cock, twisting his wrist just so as he stroked him had that familiar tension coiling in his lower stomach. “Aw, does that feel good? You gonna come on my cock, kitten?”
“Fuck, yes!” Eddie screamed. He gripped at the sheets as Richie stroked him, his voice washing over Eddie, mixing with the pleasure of Richie’s touch, of his thrusts. “Yes, yes, yes, please let me come, please, please, please.”
“That’s a good boy,” Richie purred, and Eddie could feel himself tipping over the edge at the words, at how low and affected Richie’s voice was. He groaned out, “Come on my cock like a good boy, princess,” and pure pleasure crashed over Eddie like a wave. He arched his back and cried out as he came, his moans filling the room as he squirmed under Richie, grabbed at him, at the sheets. It was fucking ethereal. He felt somehow so in tune with his body and yet so detached, like he was floating. He was barely cognizant of what Richie was saying, but when he put the sounds together and realized Richie had just said, panting, “Fuck, baby, gonna come,” Eddie felt like a live wire again.
“In me,” he said urgently. His mind was still a little too scattered for full sentences, but he knew what he wanted. God, he felt like he needed it. Like he needed to feel that connected to Richie. “Richie, come inside me, please.”
Richie apparently didn’t need to be told twice; he let out a moaned, “Oh, fuck,” before burying his face in Eddie’s neck, his breathy moans like music in Eddie’s ear. And then, as Eddie was coming down from his own high, he felt the holiest thing in the world: Richie’s cock, twitching inside of him, then his warm come filling Eddie up. It was unreal, being this close to him. Richie clutching at him as he came. It was even better than the little fantasies Eddie occasionally allowed himself. Richie was here, in his arms, pressing kisses to his neck as he caught his breath. Eddie was stroking his hair and rubbing his back as Richie nuzzled into him. Richie’s skin pressed against his skin, his legs wrapped around Richie’s waist, then falling to his sides, but still pressed to him. Still keeping him close. There wasn’t a single thought in his head that wasn’t about Richie.
Richie pulled him from his dreamy haze with light kisses pressed up his jaw, then over his cheeks. Eddie giggled at the onslaught of affection, still reeling from how fucking hot and euphoric what they had just done together had been. But he happily accepted Richie’s kisses, his heart bursting, then racing as Richie pulled back to look in his eyes. “Holy, fuck,” Richie beamed, his face flushed and blue eyes hooded from the weight of his orgasm, even as they sparkled.
“I know,” Eddie said, returning Richie’s grin as he basked in the surreality of having Richie on top of him, his dorky yet charming smile framed by lips that were red and swollen because of Eddie. His glasses were knocked askew, and Eddie instinctively reached up to fix them. With a sense of wonder, he realized that his touch was allowed to linger this time. He ran his fingers down Richie’s cheekbones, over his jaw, cupped his cheeks. “I love you,” he said. The words spilled out over his lips like he couldn’t stand not to say them. And while it made his heart race a little to say it out loud now that the adrenaline and tension was all worked through, it felt even better this time when Richie’s face softened and he nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s.
“I love you so fucking much.” Richie’s voice rarely got that soft, that sincere; it felt like a blanket wrapping around Eddie. It felt safe, secure. It felt like a promise. And if there was anyone in the world Eddie knew he could trust, it was Richie. That feeling of everything coming together came back to Eddie as he lay there under Richie, their lips moving together, feeling light as a feather now that everything was finally out in the open.
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Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Nogitsune/Stiles Stilinski (Voiles/Stigitsune)
Words: ~2,7k
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smut! Very explicit, and very kinky! Check the work on AO3 for more information and tags! And, again, it starts right up, be warned ;p
A/N: Oh my, ‘tis the kinkiest thing I have ever written? Yes, very much so!
I should be focusing on my thesis and all other uni-related things, yet instead - here I am!But I haven't touched my fics in a long time and I miss Voiles and writing them and ughhh, it's killing me ;_; So, yeah, I decided I can treat myself and post this, since it was sitting in my doc almost-post-ready for a while and waiting for its turn ;p Let's hope the good-fic-feels will propel me in progressing on my thesis the rest of the month, lmao.
And, of course, I hope it'll be an enjoyable read to y'all ❤ I definitely had a lot of fun with it! ^^
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“I must say, Stiles, you do make such a pretty picture right now,” the demon muses, claws trailing feather-light over Stiles’ stomach, “tied up with my hand around your throat.”
His smirk curves up, sharp and mean, as Stiles swallows thickly against those long fingers. They tighten, just a little — just enough to make it that much harder to breathe.
“I bet you’ll look even better with all these bruises it's going to leave, hm?”
Stiles shudders, uselessly wringing his hands where they’re held together by the wrists and secured to the headboard. It doesn’t do anything beyond amusing Void further, eyes hungrily taking in Stiles’ naked body draped all over the bed and his lap.
The wait's already killing Stiles and he can’t even do much more than curve up into Void’s touch; try to wiggle his hips as the fingers dig into the meat of his thigh. Every little move makes his muscles tense up around the plug nestled deep inside, keeping him nice and ready for taking, the smallest shift sending hot little thrills all over his body. Stiles couldn’t possibly feel any more helpless and on display than he is now — back arched into a perfect bow, ass resting in Void’s leather-clad lap and legs bent around the demon as he trembles, his aching erection dribbling precome all over his abs.
Wrapping his hands around the length of rope tied to the headboard, Stiles pushes against the demon — both the grip at his throat and the thighs Stiles is resting on — and bites back the mewl that rises in his throat. But those little, delighted sparks in Void's eyes are more than worth enduring the delirious torture Stiles is sure to get.
“Please—”
How fitting, that his voice is so hoarse and thin it's barely coherent.
“Please what?” The demon purrs, all delighted and mean in the curve of his smirk.
“Touch me?” Stiles' tone wavers, ever so slightly, but it's enough to inch his ultimate goal closer to reality — there's something about Stiles' begging and whimpering that gets to Void, delights the demon in ways only visible in moments like this one. And maybe that's because only in those moments Stiles lets himself enjoy it, show the side that he'd never otherwise, trusting Void with his submission — and maybe it's also because Void knows Stiles like no other. Sees through him so intimately and wholly; Stiles' every need and desire like an open book. And the demon relishes in everything he can take from Stiles, always.
Void doesn't answer, but his hand moves, just slightly, from Stiles' throat — thumb pressing over his lower lip.
“Maybe I should've gagged you too,” he muses, a spark in dark eyes even when his voice doesn't carry any significant weight, thumb dipping into Stiles' mouth. “I wonder how much more desperate that would make you. Not being able to beg so sweetly.”
Stiles trembles, heat spreading all over his exposed skin and some new tightness wound around his lungs. It's hard to tell, in the moment, if the idea is more thrilling or scary, but Stiles discards it for now, because—
“You wouldn't like the aftertaste,” he says, throwing it out on a chance and licking his lips over. As much as the demon doesn't mind, or even enjoys, the messiness that comes with sex — be it cum or sweat — he despises the artificial. It’s a good thing then, that Stiles found he actually prefers more natural lubricants — or lack thereof, on occasion. Then there's the fact that— “And you enjoy hearing me.”
Void's lips twitch in one corner, a small, amused breath escaping on an almost chuckle.
“Hard to deny that, but—” His smirk curves into an even meaner, mischievous one as he presses his thumb deeper into Stiles' mouth, right behind his teeth. “—who said we'd be buying a plastic one? Or getting any, really? We could… get creative, couldn’t we?”
And Stiles' whole body breaks out in little thrills when his mind finally catches on what exactly he means.
Void's only reaction is an even more delighted, half-lidded look.
“Like that, didn't you?” He chuckles, claws dragging against Stiles' thigh, digging into the fleshy inside before he brings his hand all the way down and takes a hold on the butt of the plug. “Those ties laying around in your closet, the underwear I just pulled off of you. Sooo many possibilities, so many ways to make use of them, hm?”
Stiles almost chokes on his own spit when Void pulls at the plug — slowly, so very slowly withdrawing the toy until only the tip is hooked against his rim — then pushes it back in at the exact right angle to make stars burst behind his eyelids. The spark of pleasure that shoots up Stiles' spine feels possibly electric and the way Void's fingers tighten around his throat makes it burn just that much hotter, just on the edge of too much.
“Imagine, kitten, all prepped and ready for me, with this silly thing up your ass—” Void grinds the base of his palm against the plug, the simplest shift of it against Stiles' flesh a hot coal of pure sensation, “—going about your day, wondering when or where I'll snatch you up, press you against some door with a nice little gag of your own underwear as I fuck into you. With all those people on the other side.” Void's grip goes harsher on Stiles' throat, pressing just right to cut his breath as the demon plays with the toy, thrusting it out and back in again at a torturously slow pace. “But you'd still have to be quiet, darling, with all those pretty noises you make. Unless— unless you'd like them to hear you, to come look for what all those moans are about. Maybe you'd like that, huh?” His smirk curves sharper, meaner, just as his fingers and the pace he sets. Stiles is all but grinding back against Void now, desperate to finally tumble off that edge he’s kept on. “For others to see how much of a mess I can make you. How desperate you are to come on my cock, to be fucked so raw you can barely stand later. Just look at you, rutting on me already.”
And Stiles is, desperately, because he's right there, tethering on the edge of his orgasm, and he's so close, so close— There's barely enough breath in his lungs for the pitiful mewl that spills from his lips; moving against Void's grip the only thing Stiles can do.
And the demon's gaze on him is possibly ravenous, lips parted and corners curved up.
“What an absolute delight you are, kitten,” he purrs, pushing at the plug until Stiles writhes, all but begging wordlessly, for more or for mercy, before he loosens the grip on Stiles' throat just enough to give him some air. “Do you want to come, darling? Do you want it now?”
It's as much of a test as it's an offering and Stiles wants — but it's not the only thing he wants. And just as well as Void knows his every desire and every crevice of his body, Stiles is also pretty familiar with what exactly the demon enjoys.
So he licks his lips and whimpers helplessly before the words escape on a bated breath.
“I want to— I want to come on your cock, please…”
And that moment, the little split-second when Void's eyes almost flash silver and vulpine-slitted, is exactly what Stiles has been hoping, yearning for — that dark, dark look promising to devour him whole. Because the demon is as possessive as it gets — and Stiles isn't much better.
“Such a good boy— such a perfect little thing, aren't you, kitten...” Void's voice drops so low it's almost more felt than heard, a smooth rumble that spreads heat all over Stiles, the words so simple and yet warming him up from inside-out.
He bites over his lower lip, anticipation already sizzling along his nerves when Void's grip around his throat tightens again, hard enough to make Stiles' pulse race under Void's cool fingers. But just as the sharp claws prick his skin, sending a hot shiver down his spine, Void withdraws from the plug. Stiles whines in protest, grinding his ass against the demon's lap, the feel of leather on his bare skin all sin and friction, but the sure hold around his throat prevents him from checking why— just why Void would stop now.
It becomes embarrassingly obvious when the demon chuckles and Stiles' brain finally checks back in enough to register the sound of a zipper being pulled down. And it might've as well been the flaming point to Stiles' helpless pleas, wordless but just as obvious, all weak whimpers and trembling.
“I do love how absolutely desperate you are for me,” the demon muses, bringing his hand back to Stiles' thigh and dragging claws over sensitive skin. “So, soo eager to get fucked. You want my cock so much, don't you?” He gets a hold of the plug again, teasing it slowly, so very slowly out. “Are you ready for me, Stiles? Do you want it?”
Void's hold loosens only to give Stiles some breath and a chance to nod.
“Words, kitten.”
“Yes! Yes, please, I want it, I want you—”
Fingers press against his jugular and Stiles shudders, blinking away the tears already gathering at the corners of his eyes. Void's curled lips and glimmering dark gaze are as promising as they're threatening — and Stiles all but squirms in anticipation.
“Well, if you ask so sweetly,” the demon purrs, deceptively smooth and sweet, right before his grip cuts through Stiles' whimpers, trapping the last breath in his lungs.
Stiles can't even whine his protest when Void removes the plug, leaving him empty and gaping — on occasion, the demon will keep him there, make Stiles wait for it torturously long, but this is not one of those days. The moment Void gets rid of the toy, his hand lands on Stiles' hip in a bruising hold and pulls him up on his lap, Stiles' butt sliding against the warmed-up leather. Then he starts pushing into Stiles and that maddeningly slow, almost-too-much sensation of being stretched and spread open fires sparks all over Stiles' nerves, always the same feeling of novelty that edges on oversensitivity and almost-pain that scrambles his brain no matter the amount of prep. When Void puts on the final touch, the pressure of his grip on Stiles' throat cutting any and all breath from his lungs, Stiles might've as well been a bowstring pulled tight and ready to snap.
It couldn't last long, maybe few seconds at most, but in that exact moment, all his senses in an overdrive and spots dancing in his blurred-out vision, it feels like a small forever. And in that small stretch of eternity the only things Stiles is aware of is how quickly he's getting lightheaded, high on the lack of air, the absolutely maddening stretch-burn of Void pushing into him and those sharp claws digging into his skin — when they finally break through and the pain shoots hotly down his body, Stiles very nearly comes right there and then. But Void's barely halfway in and won't allow it, a cutting tsk sounding in the air before his other hand curls around Stiles' weeping cock in a vice-like grip that stops his orgasm before it can take over. There are probably tears already running down Stiles' face but he can barely comprehend it.
Only a little longer, he has to hold off only a little, a little—
That's when Void huffs out a small laugh, an amused almost-chuckle that's more of a half strained breath.
“Good boy,” he praises — and releases his grip, on Stiles' throbbing dick and abused throat both.
Air rushes back into Stiles' lungs, cutting down his throat like flames, and Void snaps his hips — thrusts into Stiles, harsh and rough and all the way in as the obscene sound of their joining bounces off the walls — Stiles chokes, bows off the bed, and finally, finally tumbles off the edge into the burning, throbbing waves of pleasure that steal over all his senses. Gasping and moaning and writhing in his bonds, Stiles grinds back against Void as the demon fucks him through that almost torturous ecstasy with short, harsh, deep thrusts that only make the shivery-hot sensation burn that much brighter. It seems to stretch, and stretch, and stretch impossibly long until Stiles is left violently trembling and sobbing under his panting breath as he slowly comes down from his high, mewling at the feel of Void's cock still dragging against his now too oversensitive flesh. But the second his orgasm ebbs away, the demon stops moving, nestled deep inside with their hips pressed flush together.
“Hush, sweetheart, hush, it's alright, you did so well,” he praises, low and rumbling in that warm purr of his as he shifts the hand from around Stiles' throat up to his face, brushing away tears in a show of tenderness and care that still seems as shocking as ever. “Breathe for me, Stiles, just breathe, I'm here…”
Stiles turns into Void's caress on pure instinct, nuzzling into the demon's hand as his breath calms down, all the tension slowly seeping out at the continuous petting all over his quivering thighs and bruised hips. It always takes a few minutes before Stiles comes back to his senses, usually still shuddering and whimpering a bit, but his mind almost more clear than normal; quiet as it rarely is. And Void hasn't moved an inch since Stiles' orgasm tore through him, hot and heavy and very much as hard as before where Stiles is stuffed full of his cock.
“Back with me, little fox?”
Void's tone stays low and warm, his eyes just as scorching and ravenous, but there's a steel underneath it that both makes heat start anew in Stiles' gut and winds a tight grip of different emotion around his lungs.
Swallowing through his raw throat, Stiles nods and tugs at his wrists. It won't do anything besides giving Void an idea of what he needs now, but Void, of course, gets it right away.
Small smile curving the corners of his lips, the demon slowly shifts against Stiles, the move waking a small whine in Stiles' lungs, before Void braces a hand on the bed and leans down to catch Stiles' lips in a deep, slow kiss. Fingers still cupping his jaw and claws grazing his throat, Void directs Stiles whichever way he pleases, licking into his mouth and gnawing at his lips until they're raw and aching, a hot spark of lust burning anew under Stiles' navel. And when Void grinds his hips against Stiles' ass, the sparking pleasure burns just on the edge of being painful — and just as perfect.
Stiles tugs at his restraints once more, silently begging Void's permission as he nudges their noses together — he doesn't dare to do much more, but it's also not like he minds either way. Sometimes Void leaves him restrained until the very end, sometimes he decides to give in to Stiles' request — this time, as the demon's dark gaze melts the tiniest bit, it seems to be the latter. When all the knots fall undone, Stiles latches onto Void, onto his waist and shoulders, brushing through the mess of black hair; thrilled when he catches a glimpse of the markings on his wrists.
Void chuckles, a little breathy and hoarse, before he reaches down to take a hold of Stiles' thigh, fingers digging in with bruising strength. He hikes Stiles' leg higher just as he leans down to give him another kiss, a far filthier and more aggressive one, biting and lapping up Stiles' little mewls as he ruts, roughly, into Stiles' pliant body. The hot spark of pleasure travels shivery-sweet over Stiles’ spine, stirring his dick back to attention against his belly and all his senses flaring at the drag of skin and leather against his ass.
“Ready for more, kitten?”
Void purrs the question into Stiles' parted, raw-red lips and he shudders in response, clutching at Void's shoulders.
“Please,” is the only thing he manages to breathe out.
When Void smirks, dark gaze heavy with cruel delight, Stiles can only brace himself against what's coming. And he takes it all, gladly.
#voiles#stiles stilinski#nogitsune#nogitsune/stiles#stigitsune#void stiles#teen wolf#teen wolf fanfiction#stiles stilinski smut#smut#Raksh's writing#My writing#voiles shorties#voiles one-shot#voiles smut prompts#I took that one at the beginning and run wild with it lmao#it just kept going ;p#but I had lots of fun! ^^#I love this dynamic for the ahhh#hope it's fun to read too <3
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2021 Fic Year In Review
Thanks for the tag @greyhavenisback and @radio-chatter!
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Total Number Of Completed Works:
102 on AO3. I crosspost between Tumblr and there so I'm pretty sure that's all of the fics I've written this year (which is actually my first year publishing fanfics!!!) Oh, wait, make that 103 because of the Sterek Secret Santa fic that hasn't been revealed yet!
Total Word Count:
*checks stats* It's a whopping 165, 447 words!! Including the SSS fic.
Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected?
Definitely more. Way, way more. Like, I just wanted to write because Ideas, you know, that kept knocking at my brain to be let out. And I did let them out and now here we are. Wow. I'm feeling incredible right now 😂
Fandoms I’ve Written In:
Teen Wolf, MCU, 911 Show, Supernatural and BBC Merlin. Tho maximum fics are for a certain Sourwolf and Spark ♡
Most Popular Story Of The Year?
By both Hits & Kudos: Hidden Treasure (MCU)—it is so bad though ohmigod and it has 10k hits. What the ever loving fuck. But also, I get the appeal 😂 any and all "Peter Parker gets embarrassed by his adoptive family aka The Avengers and his classmates find out he is Spider-Man/find out how he is a well-loved BAMF" are top-tier, tbh.
What’s Your Own Favorite Story Of The Year?
Hmm, let me think. Orbit (yours is the only one i'd follow) is probably my favorite. It's just me sort of being introspective on the various romantic relationships, with Stiles' POV. I especially love my Petopher one:
Peter and Chris are like gunpowder and a match, waiting to touch and to spark; Stiles doesn’t know who is who, all he knows is that they are two people who are meant to be in the same circles. On the exact opposite sides, maybe, but always with a path laid out for them to trace back to the other one.
Like a never-ending path of love. More than love; family, hate, trust, respect.
Peter and Chris have covered everything, and now they’re on the same side, in each other’s reach but still their own person as they move forward.
Do You Have Any Fanfic Or Profic Goals For The New Year?
Keep writing? Yeah, that's one. Get the @sterek-roundrobinchallenge to be a successful Sterek event, that's another. And I'm planning on trying to do the 24 Fics in 24 Hours thing [edit: I linked their masterpost] that @bleep0bleep did... it looks pretty interesting. But I'll limit myself to just writing Sterek. (Can you tell they're my OTP by now? Lol). But I'll do that in like... May 2022. Maybe. Who knows? Not me. But it's nice to dream.
Did You Take Any Writing Risks This Year?
Yup, sure did. I joined the @stereksecretsanta challenge, which was fun, but risky given that this is my first year writing and the deadline... oooof. Glad to have been done on time, tho. I'm just hoping now that my Giftee likes their gift <3
Oh, also, I wrote Thiam-centric fics. One or two, I think. I don't think I have a clear grasp on them yet, or it's like, I am not used to writing them. So writing them anyways was a risk.
Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion:
Lmao, Idk? No wait I lied. I'm definitely of the opinion that my fic We Honor The Dead by Fighting For The Living is severely underrated. I had a lot of fun coming up with the Legend! I actually really love this fic. I just wish more people would too :(
Most Fun Story To Write:
The fic mentioned just above.
Most Unintentionally Telling Story:
Uhhh, maybe all? Like in the way that I'm still forming my opinions on things that are not fanfic/fandom stuff, so I don't actually have many personal character headcanons—like, I don't have a favorite genre/artist of songs, neither do any of my characters etc. Stuff like that.
Biggest Disappointment:
The Song Challenge that nobody did except me and @deepestbelieverstranger 🙃 sooo I might've deleted the blog.
Biggest Surprise:
Meeting so many cool people on here and not being so socially inept that I ignored them in my anxiety 😂 but uhh in fic things, probably being able to hate a character—S*ott McCall—so, so much. Because while watching the show in 2020 I hadn't like... picked up on all the shitty things he did? I just didn't like him I knew that, because he literally told Derek in S1 that his family deserved to die, and the S2 Finale Bite Rape obviously. But that was disliking S*ott. Now I actively hate him. The canon version, anyways.
My Favorite Part Of Fandom This Year:
Meeting all the amazing people and being able to just share my love for these characters from a decade old growly-dramatic-over-the-top show ♡ Sure, there're always a group in all fandoms that's just here to rile others up and be Trolls, but I think the Teen Wolf fandom that I've talked to/interacted with are good. Most of them. And it's really nice because I've heard a lot of horror stories, too.
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Okay, so that's it! This got sooo long lmao. 🤣🤣 Anyways, I'm tagging the following people (No pressure):
@deepestbelieverstranger @ilovepeachystuff @novemberhush @steve-x-bucky @veryprecisehans @elisela @raisesomehale @ronni-right @ash-mcj @nutellarghh @fairytales-and-folklore @princecharmingwinks @eusuntgratie @sheetghsts @pray-for-sound and anyone else who wants to play!!! Open Tag <3
#tag games#fic in review#sterek#teen wolf#mcu#peter parker#anti scott mccall#petopher#and like a myriad other ships lmao
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hey what’s your favourite angsty buck centric fics?? love you
love u too anon :) this is a bit long, sorry! i have a lot of favs, so i’m gonna link a few standalones and then a few authors I think you should def not miss, okay? it’s all under the cut :)
a leaf falls on loneliness by iimpossible_things - 11k. first ever 911 fic i ever bookmarked!! lots of angst, gorgeous writing, happy ending. it’s lovely.
Encore by Pline (aka @jaameskirk) - 20k. time loop drama, top tier angst, I’ve read it like 7 times by now! mind the tags, though :)
What’s Your Emergency? by MadalineGrace - series of one-shots!! this is lots of hurt/comfort of the physical kind, mostly. one or two eddie-centric fics thrown in to mix it up a bit. they’re not connected, so you can read them in any order you want!
Flowers for a Ghost by BuckyAndDanno - 3k. another hurt/comfort one, it’s a lot of fun :)
The Person You Are Calling Is Not Available by DLanaDHZ - 9k. more hurt/comfort bc i have a type lmao
the urgency of now by wayfarer - 6k. angst and hurt/comfort with a happy ending, and i’ve read it like 5 times. it’s awesome i promise
Home by hopeintheashes - ongoing series, with 2 completed fics and a 3rd in the works. mostly sickfic with some angst thrown in for funsies. I’ve read this one a few times too!!
it’s okay by itsmylifekay - 11k. hurt/comfort, Buck hides an injury bc he’s angsty :)
In Your Arms by Ravens_World - 4k. more hurt/comfort bc i’m predictable, some love confessions too :)
the things we lost in the fire by SunSpell80 - 2 part completed series, so good, but mind the tags :)
now for authors you should absolutely not miss, here we go:
renecdote (@renecdote here, too) has a few lovely one-shots that you’d like!!
autumnchills (aka @paul-strickland) has so many that I love, so check out all of them, but my favs are (hurt) thy neighbor, to wash away the day, and waiting on the sunrise.
Princessfbi (@princessfbi) always has some great Buck angst, my favs are waving through a window and Tear Me to Pieces; Skin to Bone :)
i already gave my fav from Pline but i also love Reaching in the Dark and pretty much everything else she’s written, too!!
ShyAudacity (aka @paranoidbean) has a bad things happen bingo going rn, so everything they’re writing for that is incredible, but I’d also tell you to read I Am Not Afraid To Understand You and everything else too tbh
soft_satan has some fantastic stuff too, basically all of it, but I’m gonna point you specifically to Stay bc it made me cry real ugly tears at 2am and that makes it a fav in my books :)
and you didn’t hear it from me, but yawnralphio (aka @buckbrained) has a fic in the works that i’m super excited about, and they have a fantastic fictober series from last year that I’m sure you’d like!!
last but not least I’m gonna shamelessly self-promote even tho you’ve probs read mine already if you’re asking me: here’s my ao3
#fic rec#911 fic#asks#911 fox#a lot of these are buddie or hint at it#bc that's what i like to read lol#Anonymous
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time for a writing meme~
got tagged by @yuzukimist who for some reason it will not allow me to tag back. ah, tumblr.
1. How many works do you have on AO3? 92 ... and they’re all long .... lol
2. What is your total AO3 word count? 5,162,079 .... should I have had a party when I hit five million?
3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Literally so many ... although most of them are from ye olden days. Like right now I only have 5 fandoms on AO3 (Untamed, Shadowhunters, Teen Wolf, Avengers, and one fic for The Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty), but on my old fic page I also had Harry Potter, How to Train Your Dragon, A;tLA, and Firefly, as well as a bunch of anime fandoms: Tokyo Babylon/X99, Yami no Matsuei, Weiss Kreuz, Card Captor Sakura, Fruits Basket, Fushigi Yuugi, Gundam Wing, Durarara!!, One Piece, Bleach, D. Gray-Man, Fullmetal Alchemist, Hikaru no Go, Rurouni Kenshin, Loveless, Naruto, and Saiyuki. A lot of those were just a few drabbles, though. I am probably more surprised than you are to see some of those fandoms on this list. *insert ‘I have no memory of this place’ gif*
4. What are your top five fics by kudos? All Teen Wolf.
Divided We Stand - still unsure of why this got the popularity it did. Sure, it’s good, it’s fun, but I don’t think it’s ... great? But it’s a super popular trope.
With or Without You - uhm, sure?
we can take our time - abo Sterek, yeah, that checks out
Whatever Works - poly ace!Sterek+aro!Steter, yeah, that checks out
What Goes Around - should be number one but understandable, have a nice day
5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
If someone has asked a specific question, or made a comment I really feel needs to be addressed, then sure. But usually no - I have trouble keeping up, and I can really only type ‘Thanks!’ so many times before I feel like a tool.
6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
I wrote some X/99 fics that were pretty depressing. The only one I specifically remember is And From the Ashes, which I got peer pressured into giving an unhappy ending lmao.
7) Do you ever write crossovers?
I’ve written a few back in the day. These days I tend to write fusions. I did write that pretty epic Teen Wolf/Shadowhunters crossover though.
8) Have you ever received hate on a fic?
LOL, of all varieties and varying levels of competence.
9) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I have written plenty of smut in the past, and some of it I think was pretty good! These days I don’t. I’m really not sure why? I just don’t feel the need to include it any more. Some mild lime (ogodI’msoold) is the most I bother with.
10) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
lmao someone once took Divided We Stand and published it on Amazon without even changing the character names or taking out the AO3 header. I think that takes the fucking cake. But it’s happened a few other times, too.
11) Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Several times! Back in the day with my besties and my sister, and these days sometimes with my wife. I have co-written with online friends a couple times but I find it difficult.
12) What’s your all-time favorite ship?
you’re joking, right? lol
characters/therapy
13) What was the first fandom you wrote for?
seaQuest DSV, and I will not apologize for this
14) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
as @yuzukimist said, you might as well ask me to choose one of my favorite children! and my faves might not be my best, too. I mean, will I ever top TSOIP? But it barely counted as a fanfic by the end of it haha
I’m too tired to tag people but this was a fun list of questions, so have at it, anybody who’s interested!
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What are your favorte jshk fanfics? also where do you like reading them the most?
Hi Anon!!! today is the day I can finally answer this question😈 ahaha you know how much I enjoy making fic recs so 👀 Let’s go!!!
To answer your second question first, I like reading them on AO3 the most! Mostly because I get almost unlimited number of characters to rant in the comment section........... 😆but also the tagging system is very helpful.
Okay, now to the fun part of this ask😏
You said JSHK, but I mostly read Hananene ones so all of my favs include that pairing... as I already did a fic rec here of my favs, this list will continue that one, so please check that one first hehe ((I apologize in advance..., I would love for people to recommend me some mitsukou ones tbh... I’m really lost when it comes to other pairings orz))
If I’m completely honest with you anon-san, my favorite JSHK fic right now is the one Roxanne ( @istoleyourboat ) wrote based of my art and her snippet:
Star-Crossed and Falling- Where Stars Go to Die by lilaflo
Hanako is Princess Nene’s personal knight 👀. A tale of forbidden love. They slowly fall in love as they exchange a series of gifts, one that includes a pair of matching earrings that remind them of their love when they’re apart. Also, jelly Hanako of Nene’s suitors😏... Oh, but nothing lasts forever and those sweet moments will come to an end when they have to face their cruel reality, in this world, they don’t get to choose neither their battles or the ones they love.
Now more of Roxanne, because I seriously enjoy her work so much (I’m sure everyone knows by now lmao sdkj)
Night of the Phantom King by lilaflo
This one is a spooky one. Nene’s regret for never realizing who she truly loves takes her to mourn her deceased friend Amane and cry on his grave in a Halloween night, then suddenly the Phantom King comes to take her away👀 & he looks suspiciously familiar... Beautiful world building btw, also the ending is just, excellent.
12 Year Romance by lilaflo
Amane meets Nene at the Tanabata festival, she’s older than him, but he falls for her instantly, fast forward, Amane is now in middle school, he’s a troublemaker, & gets constantly into fights, but he swears the new school nurse looks familiar... he then realizes it’s her and thinks it must be fate!!!... This one hits close to home bc I’ve been in this situation irl, so I can confirm all of Nene’s struggles are real (and ofc how a love with an age gap should be handled the correct way, this fic really teaches you many life lessons hahaha)
took a sip then another sip, then you turned and said to me by chivalrousamour
This autor has a bunch of good JSHK fics!! I recommend you check their AO3 out, bec you may find something you like for sure! But, this is my absolute fav from them. Nene is a mangaka, celebrating the finishing of her long serialized manga, while Amane is a delivery boy who happens to find her in a very questionable state in her house👀 (it’s all family friendly ofc, anon, I’m not a slimy pervert like some ghost boy)
Maid for Each Other by corologs ( @corologs )
Courtney has this amazing College AU collection series that I encourage you to check out!!! But Maid for each other is my fav!!! So it’s the Yugi twins birthday, and it’s Tsukasa’s turn to choose where they go to celebrate it... you can already tell where this is going... (let the chaos begin) & as the title said, it involves maids!!! (it has Kaicho wa maid sama vibes if you liked that anime~~)
If I Could Tell Her by corologs
What if the picture perfect arc plan was successful??? Well, this fic explores this idea, and it’s very interesting to read. I like how Amane and Hanako are two separate people here.
the horizon tries but it’s just not as kind on the eyes by sincerelyand ( @sunlightinourheadlights )
(Oh my sweet Karen, she writes such good fics, so go check her AO3 out as well!!) Amane and Yashiro are friends that share an apartment (& they were roommates-- OMG they were roommates), even if Amane has its complains, because Nene can be a handful sometimes (and in denial of her true feelings as always, are we even surprised at this point?) he loves her dearly anyways😭.
for real, this time by sourlemoncandy ( @sour-lemon-candy )
Did somebody say fake dating AU?????? Because hell yeah I did asajj I loved reading this so much!! Nene and Amane are childhood friends, and Nene overhears some girls talking about Amane and how one of them plans to ask him out... but she senses these girls are up to no good so she... well, you gotta read it to find out more~~ it’s no fun If I tell ya everything hehe... so go go go!!
lemon cream by sourlemoncandy
Amane and Nene, just two good friends having a road trip and sharing donuts... what could go wrong?? 😏 seriously, I loved this fic so much!! Instant fav! Also makes me wanna try some good sweet donuts...
Trip Down Memory Lane by insipidenvy ( @insipidenvy )
This fic is so sweet. I have such a huge attachment to it, because I read it when I really needed some fluff in my life hahaha. It’s sort of a collection of memories between Amane and Yashiro’s relationship over the years. So heartwarming... if you need the fluffs you’ll enjoy this very much!!
The Radish Princess and the Toilet Prince by insipidenvy
This is my favorite fic from insipidenvy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know how I am a slut for Royalty AUs so that’s why!!!!! Also Toilet Prince!! hahahaha such a good nickname lmao. I love how they bond over their insecurities, it’s very relatable tbh.
Between Wind and Water by WingSongHalo ( @wingsonghalo )
My beautiful Wing always delivering the good Hananene content, as she should!! This fic is so fun to read!! I laughed so hard at Nene and Hanako being awkward with each other!!! So you know how Hanako is super clingy with Nene, he’s always touching & hugging her, but this time something weird happens and he’s so distant~~ Nene doesn’t want to admit it at first, but she misses his clingy ghost boy~~ you’ll have a good time reading this for sure!
The Monster's Bride by Hammsters ( @uglierdaikon )
Have you heard about the myth of Cupid and Psyche? Well this fic rewrites it in a very Hananene way <3 hehe I loved it so much (as I’m a huge fan of mythology~) To sum it up, Nene is fated to marry a monster that lives in the mountains so she’s devastated... to her surprise, her husband is far from what she expected... she only had one rule to obey and well... we all know how reckless Nene is so... you go find out what happens next now!! hehehe
Morning Reflections by FalalalaLa ( @miss-sternennacht )
So you’ve heard of Hanako watching Nene sleep, but what about Nene watching Amane sleep???!! this fic offers you this and so much more fluff <3 Also Nene remembering how they met and how their relationship evolved during the years, aww <3
Cursed Coin by DaikonSenpai ( @daikonsenpai )
There’s a school dance, Yashiro’s supposed to be dancing with Kou (since she can’t go with Hanako, which causes him to be jelly~~ and bitter), but she loses a coin Aoi gave her for good luck so she goes out and searches for it on the last place she saw it, the school fountain. Suddenly Hanako spots her, what’s she doing outside??? is she drunk or something?? what happens next you may find out when you read it~~~
Between Love and Hope by Baronesscmd (SweeterThanYourDarkestSin) ( @baronesscmd )
Oh to be Nene and get to sleep between the Yugi twins... God really has favorites uh... ISTG, this collection of fics is so cute. I love how Nene loves the twins so much in this AU, they have their little cute family. She ofc is in love with Amane, but their relationship with Tsukasa is so tender... it’s mostly this trio having fluffy moments together to heal your soul... if you need some, you’ll get it here for sure hahaha.
Ghost of You (And All the Futures We've Forgotten) by Indigo_Floof milkteamoon ( @indigosienna , @spades-queen )
So anon you may have been wondering, well this bitch likes fluff only???? how about some angst for a change, uh? DAMN, OKAY THEN, here you have some angst to rip your soul out and wish you never sent me this ask in the 1st place, bec of the emotional damage this fic will leave you sdajjsa, also if you liked “Erased”, you’ll love this fic too!
Hanako of the Opera by zxrstan
Finally, but not less important, me being annoying about Hanako of the Opera & POTO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!! This fic is based of the AU Aidairo created mostly, it’s really fun to read if you didn’t get much of what was happening during the Hanako of the Opera event, it has a nice ending also! very satisfying I must say.
AAAAND THIS IS THE END OF MY ALL TIME FAV LIST OMG;;;; Kudos for me for searching through all my damn AO3 and Google Chrome history (from both my PC and phone, since I am a FOOL and forgot my AO3 password so I read a lot of these in the past as a guest before recovering my password LMAO, please be patient with me omg, and also if you see me bookmarking them now, you know why 😭)
Kudos to all of my writer homies as well, I love and appreciate all of you so much!! you have no idea! 💖
I hope you find this list useful, anon!! Thank you for sending me this ask and have a wonderful day!
Ps. Please everyone feel free to add more fics to this list if you want! this is all my personal picks, but I’m aware there are a lot more fics that I haven’t read and deserve as much recognition as the ones I listed!
#toilet bound hanako kun#jibaku shounen hanako kun#hananene#amanene#jshk#tbhk#jshk fic#jshk fics#tbhk fic#tbhk fics#fic rec#fanfiction#ask#anon#damn this ended up being HUGE#I toned down my extra as well I'm aware I can get annoying sometimes#love you all!!!!#hopefully this helps you anon#and if not I'm sorry u.u I'm a hardcore hananene shipper so...... yeah#thank you for reading!!#Anonymous
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Fanfic Writer 20 Questions!
tagged by @misscrazyfangirl321 thank u :))
1. how many works do you have on ao3?
48 in total! 46 for batb lol
2. what’s your total ao3 word count?
115,935 !!!
3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
okay i mean, technically i have three on ao3. i wrote ONE fic for law & order svu and it’s an entirely irrelevant fic now because what i wrote about HAPPENED. but people still read it every now and then so i just leave it up. and i also wrote an epilogue fic for the netflix film juanita. i’m not in that fandom cuz that fandom doesn’t really exist but i watched the movie for a film class and i literally turned that fic in as my project for it (yes i got 100% yes go read the fic). so pretty much all i write for is beauty and the beast 2017, my beloved :)
4. what are your top five fics by kudos?
1. his perfect reality
2. after the kiss
3. sunrise, anew
4. sleepless nights
5. do me the honor
all batb 2017, and i think those are also my most read fics just in different order, so this checks out!
5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?
i do! i always try and say thanks and show my appreciation for my readers cuz yeah i’m writing for me but gosh we love the feedback, lads
6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
fading memories is your dream, for SURE. 99% of my fics end in a very happy and fluffy way. the only ones that end angsty are my young adam fics, and that one is the Big Boy Prequal Fic that ends in a perfectly tragic way that should lead you right to the beginning of batb 2017. it’s all angst, man.
7. do you write crossovers?
no but i’m not against them! i think they can be fun :) emily and i have an ongoing crossover universe but we’ve never written any fics it just exists through our insane texts and incorrect quotes sjdksj
8. have you ever received hate on a fic?
thankfully, no! the batb readers are all very kind and sweet!! (or at least the ones who read my fics lol)
9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?
nope nope the furthest i’ll go is making out and even then i’m not graphic or detailed at all
10. have you ever had a fic stolen?
no not that i’m aware of 👀 is someone out there stealing my domestic fluff???
11. have you ever had a fic translated?
again not that i’m aware of but i would be so honored
12. have you ever co-written a fic before?
well no not besides me and @ilikebigassbuttsandicannotlie’s crossover universe but it’s not exactly in fic form. and i collab’d with @drawnby27emilys but i did the writing and she did the illustrating, we stuck to our strong suits, lol.
13. what’s your all-time favorite ship?
adam and belle from beauty and the beast 2017 are quite nearly the only ship i have paid any attention to in the last 4 years!!
14. whats a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
hmmm. maybe i’m just optimistic but i feel like i’ll get to everything eventually. there’s one really long fic that i’ve written so many bits and pieces of but never just sat down and written it. mostly for technical plot reasons that i just don’t spend enough time trying to work out. OH! there’s that fic idea i got from that dream i had where it was modern au and adam had a little sister. SHOOT bro i do wanna write that. i wrote so much dialogue for it that next day but the wip itself is hardly anything :(
15. what are your writing strengths?
setting the scene and just painting the picture really nicely so you can see everything clearly. little details that make you feel like you’re watching it. i don’t know, character blocking? i think about what they’re doing a lot, with their hands or where they’re looking or whatever. also i think i’m pretty good at dialogue but that’s just cuz adam and belle are in my head all day long so i know their voices very well
16. what are your writing weaknesses?
conflict for sure. i’m too much of a fluffy writer!! i don’t like writing arguments or them getting mad at each other unless it’s stupid domestic stuff then it’s funny. i’m really good at writing the reconciling/making up lol but i seriously need to work on creating conflict. i just get too attached and i don’t like to see them fight even though i know everyone does and it’s a part of building the relationship >:( and even if it’s not adam and belle i just need to be better at writing it in general, for my oc’s and such. do it for the kids, lyd!
17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?
it’s very cool in the correct context!! i can’t do it really but hell yeah!! obviously with batb being in france i sometimes use french terms of endearment, mostly for lumiere lmao, but that’s about all i’m capable of! in my recent kiddos fic i tried out some familial titles like pépère for grandpa maurice and tata & oncle for auntie plumette and uncle lumiere <3 that was fun!
18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?
bbc sherlock babeyyyy. i used to hand-write sherlock childhood fic in a journal??? i didn’t even know what fic was i just liked giving him a backstory haha. i did the same for loki but in my phone notes app. i’m nothing in not a sucker for the sad and innocent childhood backstories of very sad men apparently!
19. what’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?
oh man this is so hard. i’m proud of a lot of my work! majesty of a different breed comes to mind honestly. it’s one of my longer ones and i just truly love how it turned out. i think my descriptors are so good and i capture adam and belle’s dynamic as a newly married couple really well, i think. and i give them a dog! how can you not have a good time reading that fic!
honorable mentions to easy to remember, harder to move on — my maurice memories fic that i also really love. AND fading memories is your dream! my longest work and gosh, i really do love the tragic backstories bro!!! big proud of both of those too :)
(and this one cuz it’s too soft and i’ll never not love seeing my otp be the sweetest parents ever)
20. who do you tag?
if you’re a writer and you wanna do this you can totally say i tagged you!! but i’ll tag some writers off the top of my head! @leighswhannell @ilikebigassbuttsandicannotlie @lumiereswig @myfellowcandlesticks @thesadchicken @sweetfayetanner @tinydooms @trulyhopelessromantic @ceasarslegion
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Anon said: Are you still into krbk? I noticed you haven't draw them a lot recently (I don't mean to pressure you, I was just wondering)
I still very much am!!! but a convergence of unrelated happenings (my focus being unusually scattered, lack of general motivation, them not having interacted much in the manga lately, my having pulled out of the fandom a little for a bunch of reasons, having gotten into a lot of new things I want to make a lot of stuff for ??) had my output of stuff for them/inspiration related to them die down a lot ): I miss them though, I should fill a page with doodles of them one of these days... well, I haven’t drawn much in genereal lately, so maybe let’s start first with fixing that haha
Anon said: Fun Fact : In smash bros ultimate there are spirits with octopath traveler and they're in pairs and guess what ? Alfyn and Therion are together :3
I KNOW!!!!!! It makes me so emo I’m a bundle of feelings they’re soulmates I tell youuuuuuuuuuu ;;A;; (little inconsequential things making me a mess, what’s new xD) - another fun fact is that h’aanit and ophilia share one too!! and I ship them too!! and cyrus and tressa share one as well, and they’re my brother’s mains in his save! A series of delightful little coincidences haha
Anon said: Will you be drawing more Jujutsu Kaisen? I love your art sm and I would love to see more!!!!
Right now I feel like I want to spend the next ten years drawing these kids, so I sure hope so! But as I said my focus has been very scattered for the past three or so months, so I can’t promise anything ): let’s both enjoy it while it lasts haha
Anon said: You are my emotional support artist. I check back every once and a while and BOOM. Serotonin.
You’re too kind!!!! But thank you, I’m glad I can make you feel better! :D
Anon said: i'm super new to your art (and mha) and i just wanted to say your krbk stuff is just !!!!!!! it makes me so happy and makes my poor jaded heart feel something and it's just all around incredible!!!
Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!! I’m glad you like my way of portraying the kids!!!!
Anon said: I’m about to cry I’ve spent an hour looking though your bnha tag for that lil comic where Kiri hugs Baku and. It. Sent. Me. Back. To. The. Top. I didn’t even get to finish reading it. I’m so upset. So. So. So. Upset.
(same) Anon said: OH MY GOSH IT KEEPS SENDING ME TO THE TOO I HATE MOBILE AND LOVE YOU I LVOE YOU BUT THIS WEBSITE IS K I L L I N G ME I JIST WANNA SEE WHAT HAPPENS AS KIRI ATTEMPTS TO HUG BAKUGOU BUT NOOOO, AN HOUR OF MY TIME ISNT ENOUGH SAYS THE TIME STEALER
(samesame) Anon said: I. Found the hug thing. On Pinterest. In. Five. Seconds. I hate life but also it was really cute. Thank you but seriously I hate this website
The saga hahaha sorry anon I couldn’t get to you before you went out of your mind trying to find it, I got the asks in the middle of the night! Glad you could find it, though I’m kinda sad you had to look on pinterest for it (...sad it is on pinterest at all tbh) here it is anyway, if this is the one you were talking about! you really went back in the years for this one huh
Anon said: So for that thing that you made a w h i l e ago where Bakugou ruffles Kirishima’s hair, right? So I imagine Kiri is like w h a t and calls over Mina or Denki or Sero or all of them or something like that and tells them and is freaking out and they’re like “he wasn’t in the right mindset, you know he sleeps at 8:32” and make a joke out of it as Kiri is freaking out. And Kiri is freaking out soooo much as they are crying laughing on the floor at Bakugou’s sleeping schedule.
hahaha I’m sure he must have freaked out on them at some point after that, and bakugou must have done the same (probably with jirou, less likely but more hilarious with todoroki or tokoyami haha) - though, the original idea came from a bigger one where the scene in the comic didn’t bring them anywhere closer to getting together (or figuring out they’re into each other, for the matter lmao idiots) maybe one day I’ll get back on that >:]
Anon said: In your comments, you said “at this point my hands will never forget” and I had a nozaki-kun memory float into my head, imagining him sick and trying to make his deadline xD yes muscle memory
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anon you have no idea how often I think about that hahaha yes, I say my hands won’t forget but we all know that’s exactly how it’ll end at some point lol
Anon said: dang this happens all the time like I follow someone for their bnha content and then like two months after following them I find out they used to make yowapeda content and im just sitting their like dang thats wild because bnha and yowapeda are like the only two animes I watch
ANON!!!! HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Always so nice to find other ywpd fans!!!!!!!! Sorry I’m not making art for it anymore (for now) but despite my sister insisting I read the manga already I’ve been putting it off......for years lol but it’s on my reading list!! So maybe I’ll get back on it at some point!
Anon said: FRAN!!!!!! i love ur art so much and im trying to buy ur products on redbubble and i geniunely cant decide what to get!!!!! i tired asking my friend but she doesnt know which one either hahahahhahah ig i just wanted to send this because i really appreciate u and u are very talented. im sending u lots of high vibrations and love❤️🧡
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!! It means so much to me that you guys are still buying my stuff (TTATT) I should...........seriously update it..........gomen m(._.)m
Anon said:YES YES YEEES MORE ALFYON ON THE WAYYYYYY 💖💖💖💖💖 They're both the cutest really their ship is the beeest
Try reading some the alfyon fanfics if you have some time, they're really good ! The one i really recommend you is Crismonberries, blackberries by court_court on Ao3 !Your art is the best ever can't wait to see more octopath !!💖💖💖
Anon thank you SO MUCH for suggesting that fic to me I!!!!!!!!!!!! loved it so much I deep-dived into it and spent two straight days reading it it’s such a gem!!!!! ;;; bless you
Anon said: Have you watched Fullmetal Alchemist?
Hell yeah! Only Brotherhood though. I read the manga too tho!!
Anon said: Have you read Noragami? It’s one of my favourite manga, and the anime isn’t half bad either (still waiting for s3 tho lol) anyway it’s really good, concept-wise it’s similar to Soul Eater, I totally recommend
I watched the first season back when it aired! It’s not really my thing though ): feels a bit sad in that very specific way that always ends up just making me miserable as I keep reading............................... sorry
Anon said: I will never not be in love with your art. Everytime I'm feeling down and/or missing the boys I scroll through your krbk tag and it reminds me exactly of why I love them so much and I'm so thankful for that. Your brand of krbks is the one I love the most and honestly thank you so much for all your marvelous art of them and of other things as well because you art is just so pretty and I love seeing your ocs and other fandom art 💕💕💕
Anon I love you......................... ;;;;; thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me (oTT^TT)o<3
#fran answers#long post#chatter chatter chatter#you guys are always so nice to me man#every time i write out one of these posts i'm overwhelmed by just how much love piles up in my inbox#sob#love you all
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Outer Banks Fic Rec
Recommended Writers
*NONE OF THESE FICS ARE MINE*
Please do not forget. I have not written any of these. I’m simply recommending favorites of mine. If you love something, send the author your love, not me :) and if any links don’t work, send me a message and I’ll see what I can do!
UPDATED: APRIL 23, 2021
Usually I organize by fic itself but that’s typically utilizing ao3, etc. and I’m new to obx fics anyway so I thought this would be a fun way to do it!
also a reminder that I started doing fic recs like this for my own personal organizational habits lmao and I posted them just to have somewhere to put them and these lists were the result. people seemed to like my previous ones so after being asked, i figured I’d do an obx one. you can totally ignore this if you want
Writers are tagged and, if they have one, their masterlist is linked.
*Also if you’re on this list and for any reason wish to be removed, just let me know and I’d be happy to. This is meant to share your work in a kind way, not bother you, so I’d be happy to oblige.
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@collecting-stories
*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*
Masterlist fics with jj, pope, john b, kiara, sarah, rafe, topper
Some favorites:
Yellow Word Count: ~
Artwork Word Count: ~
Adore You Word Count: ~
Bake Off
Word Count: ~
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@julesclues
jj masterlist
Some favorites:
Too Much To Handle Word Count: 1.6k
Reasons To Be In Love Word Count: 954
"Fake Dating" masterlist this one is with jj too! [COMPLETED]
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@love-chx
Masterlist fics with jj, pope, kiara
Some favorites:
Be Like That Word Count: 3.4k
Good Good Lovin' Word Count: 6.4k
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@maybankiara
Masterlist fics with jj, john b, kiara, pope, sarah, rafe, topper, and jj x kiara, pope x kiara, rafe x kiara, jj x pope
Some favorites:
Prompt Blurb "I Made This For You"
Prompt Blurb "I Dreamt About You Last Night
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@moldisgoodforyou
Full Masterlist
"Give a Little" masterlist this is college!jj with an OC named Charlie so if you read any of her other fics, start with this series. Listen, I never thought I’d be into OC fics but these are addicting and you will love Charlie. Absolutely obsessed, truly excited every time I see something new. [COMPLETED]
Masterlist you know when you read a series and love it and think “GOD I wish there was more”? Well, yeah. There is.
Some favorites:
Want to be Roommates? Word Count: 1.2k
You're My Future Word Count: 800
Stuck With Me Word Count: 1.8k
Home For Christmas Word Count: 1.1k
You're My Home Word Count: ~
“Lost Time” masterlist this is college!rafe with an OC, enemies to lovers goodness. I first made this reclist, I hadn’t read this yet but had added it out of blind support. Now I have read it, and all accompanying fics and holy shit. Read it and fall in love with them. Rafe is completely not canon and you’ll love Sophie. [COMPLETED]
Masterlist after the initial fic, there's plenty more, just like with JJ and Charlie above.
Some favorites:
I Love You, Say It Back Word Count: 1.8k
Their First Time Word Count: 1.9k
Florence Word Count: 8.3k
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@everybodyscupoftea (was oopmyheartwent-obx)
college jj masterlist have read all of these. Yes, all. Thoroughly enjoyed, 10/10. I mentioned above that im not into OC fics usually but she created 2 frat bros that are the definition of himbos and you will fall in love despite them not being the relationship targeted in the fics
She has her longer series split into masterlists here:
Pike!JJ
Sigma Chi!JJ
Some favorites:
The Art of Making a Move at a Kegger Word Count: 2.8k
Cross Me Word Count: ~
I'll Be There Word Count: 2k
Meeting The Fam Word Count: 1.6k
First "I Love You" Word Count: ~
college rafe masterlist again, when I first made this post I hadn’t read much rafe and recommended out of sheer blind support. I have now read these and am beginning you to do the same.
Some favorites:
Under The Mistletoe Word Count: ~
Anyone Can Cook Word Count: 3k
Sleepover? Word Count: ~
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@pixelated-pogues
Masterlist fics with jj, john b, rafe, pope
Some favorites:
Protective Word Count: ~
Prompt Blurb "Family Vacation"
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@ptersparkers
*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*
Writing challenge masterlist these are links to fics that were a part of a challenge, I’ve read through most of them and definitely some good ish in there ladies!!
*Fics with JJ, Rafe, Pope, John B, and Kiara*
Masterlist fics with JJ, John B, Pope, Sarah, Rafe, and an OC!
Some favorites:
Whipped Word Count: ~
Best Friend's Brother Word Count: ~
Falling In Love In A Coffee Shop Word Count: ~
"Study Sessions" masterlist First obx multi-chap I read and…..MUAH. golden. Co-written by @storiesbymads [COMPLETED]
Hotbox Word Count: ~
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@starksweasley
*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*
Masterlist fics with jj
Protect You Word Count: 2.2k
The Art Of Being Afraid Word Count: 4.9k
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@storiesbymads
*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*
Masterlist fics with rafe, sarah, kiara, jj, and topper
Some favorites:
Watermelon Shampoo and Coconut Body Wash Word Count: 1k
It's Not Living (If It's Not With You) Word Count: 1.2k
"Study Sessions" masterlist see above for comments about this one but for real. So so good. Co-authored with @ptersparkers [COMPLETED]
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@sunnypogue
college rafe/coho rafe masterlist again, when I made this post I said I didn’t read much rafe. No longer true. But my initial comment remains: the quality here..superb. Rafe girls, this is your holy grail. Seriously her masterlist is full of great stuff. I still need to read through the whole thing.
Some Favorites:
Rafe Takes Care of His Drunk Girlfriend Word Count: ~
Midsummers With Hockey Rafe Word Count: ~
Rafe Comforting You After A Test Word Count: ~
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@cobaincreates
Masterlist fics with rafe and topper
Really good smut and with stories as well, even the meatier fics don’t feel long because they’re just straight up enjoyable. Last I saw, she was taking a break from writing but theres plenty of good stuff up so! Give them a read and be kind :)
Some favorites:
Smart Decisions Word Count: 10k
Body Count Word Count: 3k
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@socialwriter
Masterlist fics with jj, rafe, sarah, kiara, pope, john b, topper, kelce
Moulin Rouge Masterlist [WIP, on hiatus]
Glee Song Fic Series Masterlist
Some Favorites: these are what I’ve read most, they haven’t shown up on my page yet cause my queue is like 2 weeks behind right now, but I’ve enjoyed them and reblogs are coming!!
Dad JJ Masterlist
Dad Rafe Masterlist
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@tweedlydumbtweedlydoo
Masterlist fics with john b, jj, rafe, pope, kiara
Mistake Masterlist You, a pogue and Rafe Cameron, a kook are friends of benefits, secretly of course. But what happens when you get pregnant? [COMPLETED]
Not Perfect Masterlist JJ Maybank is the one who makes sure your kook lawn is immaculate. Your family may look perfect just like the lawn from someone looking from the outside in, but it turns out you and JJ have more in common than you thought. [COMPLETED]
Not Mine Masterlist Everything was going well until a blast from the past shows up. [COMPLETED]
Some favorites:
Stormy Weather Word Count: ~
The Heat Word Count: ~
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