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inkluvs · 8 months

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stay for dinner

okay i wrote this a whilee back and it's one of my only poly!marauders fics and i thought it was about time i posted it <3 oh yeah i think @maddipoof proofed it <3 (tw) single mom! reader ; pet names ; uhh a slight fear of judgement ; (1k)

poly!marauders x single mom!reader

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“Don’t you think this is an invasion of privacy?” said Remus, always the voice of reason among the three. Sirius seemed to contemplate the statement while James, quick to justify their actions, shook his head immediately. “S’not like we’re doing anything wrong right? We’re just checking if she’s okay,” James replied and Sirius nodded along. The next few minutes were spent in silence until they pulled into your driveway.

Remus was the first to unlock the car door, ducking his head so it wouldn’t hit the roof before he stood out. Sirius got out right behind him, tugging on Remus’s sleeve to pull himself up. Remus stumbles back a little, not expecting to have to support Sirius’s weight for a few moments. The two boys turned back to look at James, still sitting in the driver's seat.

“James,” said Remus, somehow knowing exactly what he was thinking.

“Yeah?” he replied.

“You having second thoughts?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“What happened to what you said earlier?” James opened his mouth and shut it as he thought about what he could say to explain his thought process.

“What if she doesn’t want us here?”

“Then she’ll tell us, now come on,” Sirius says as he pulls James up and towards the door. Remus pressed his thumb against the doorbell and rapped the door when it didn’t ring. They could hear the pitter-patter of small feet against hardwood. The steps stopped abruptly, the recognizable lilt of your voice as you hushed them. The door opened and you looked up from the toddler you were holding, your eyes widening for a moment before you suppress your shock.

“Hi baby,” Remus said softly, not quite sure how loud he could afford to be around the baby.

“Hey,” you heard a cooing from further inside, ”sorry for not answering your calls earlier today, I just checked my messages.”

“Don’t be sorry dove, we were just worried for you that’s all,” you nodded and stared for a moment, not knowing exactly what to say. Sirius smiled slightly at the sight of the toddler chewing on your shoulder.

“What’s her name?” he said, nodding towards the child in your arms.

“Adelaide but I call her Addie” you reply

“Is she your niece?” Sirius asked. Remus slapped his arm, reminding him not to be that direct with his questions. Sirius winced but looked back at you.

“No she’s mine,” you said, flicking your eyes to each of theirs to gauge their reactions. James clears his throat, having been silent for the past few minutes.

“Can I hold her?” your eyes snapped to him as you tried to guess whether he was serious or not.

“Really? No other questions?” He shook his head slightly confused. You handed her over to him and James stared at her, adoration prominent in his gaze.

“She’s gorgeous” he breathed, as if she was glass and he was scared of breaking her.

“Thanks, she realized that a while ago,” your tone half-joking, “you wanna come in? It’s freezing out.” James nodded slightly, still entranced by the child in his arms, while Remus and Sirius both said yes and stepped inside. The scraping of chairs against wood was audible as you shut the door. Three small bodies came running towards you, two attaching themselves to your legs and the other jumping into your arms.

“Ma, who’s that?” the oldest, Dawn, said, pointing towards the boys. You thought about it for a moment, not knowing exactly what to say to them.

“They’re my friends, baby,” you said, not clear on whether to explain further. She turned away and pulled her arms from around your legs to go closer to them. She seemed to be enamored by Sirius, something about the boy catching her eye. Perhaps it was the glint of his rings, the girl had always had an affinity for all things shiny. Either way, Dawn walked towards Sirius, lifting her arms as if asking him to pick her up. Sirius looked to you for your approval before picking her up. She seemed to have some sort of attraction to the boy's hair, grabbing at it and tugging lightly. Sirius laughed it off though, chalking it up to childlike wonder.

Alec, the next oldest, walked towards Remus, the pale white scars running across his face seemed to intrigue him. Remus seemed confused at first, not knowing exactly how to react to the boy tugging at his hand. He crouched after a few moments, listening to the boy’s chatter and nodding along with a smile on his face. Your youngest, seemed perfectly content in your arms, little hands already gripping your shirt as he pressed his face into your neck.

James was still holding Addie, but now he was sitting on your couch with her on his lap. He seemed to be having an animated conversation with her, about what you couldn’t possibly tell, the girl's interests changed hourly. James seemed to be entertaining her though, the smile on his face evident as his eyes snapped towards yours for a moment before they returned to where they were. You walked towards them and sat beside James on the couch. It seemed almost right seeing them like this, as if this was the way it should’ve been from the start.

Dawn started squirming in Sirius’s arms, her palms that were previously placed around his neck now pushing herself away from his chest. Sirius set her down gently after he realized she wanted to be put down. So Dawn came tumbling towards you with the same amount of grace in her step as a newborn baby deer and she tugged at your arm. You crouched to meet her eye level and she whispered something into your ear, looking back and forth between you and the boys.

“You’ll have to ask them hon,” at that, their eyes snapped to yours, waiting for Dawn to ask them something. She went back to Sirius and stared up at him, lifting her arms so he’d pick her up and whispered, “can all of you stay for dinner?” It was obvious she was trying to be quiet, but whispering quietly had never been one of her strong suits, so the other boys, as well as Alec and Addie, just waited for Sirius to answer for all three of them.

“We’ll stay if you want us to, doll, it’s up to you,” said Sirius, turning the conversation back to you. You thought about it for a moment, contemplating your answer, before nodding slowly.

#ivy is writing !#sirius black (ivy's version)#james potter (ivy’s version)#remus lupin (ivy's version)#marauderluvs #poly! marauders (ivy's version)#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders headcanons #poly marauders

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sword-dad-fukuzawa · 4 months

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here’s to a year of trigun :] just a cute little (1k. oops.) essay reflecting back on how it’s changed my life.

(twitter crosspost LOL)

You know that strange, dissatisfying limbo between hyperfixations? That was me in January. A 2-year long obsession with Genshin Impact was dragging itself to its grave and I was struggling with life. I got diagnosed with a rare chronic pain disorder at around the same time I caught mono and strep simultaneously (that week SUCKED), classes were kicking my ass, and I was experiencing the existential loneliness of adulthood for the first time.

University student things!

And to make it all extra unbearable, my writing was empty. Soulless. I’d write something for a zine and go damn—this shit is awful. Not because it was technically flawed or anything, but there was just…nothing there. I would stare at my stats page on Ao3 waiting for comments and then bitterly complain at my friends when no one wanted to read my work. Hell, I don’t think I wanted to read my work. I’m sure you know the feeling.

And because my writing is how I cope with Everything, being unable to write made the Everything so, so much worse.

Then—and I forget exactly how I heard about it—I learned that Trigun Stampede had just released its fourth episode. I knew of Trigun from a buddy of mine who had been excitement-posting about the reboot months before, but all I knew about the reboot was that Yoshitsugu Matsuoka was voicing the main character. I had a free afternoon—why not give it a try?

I still have my liveblogging from January. Here was my initial reaction:

I was having a great fuckin’ time.

February rolls around and I am immediately, irreversibly, hit with Plantcest brainrot so bad that I discard any pretense of being icked out by brocest ship and I write a 9k long KV thesis called “we’ve got to get back to that stinking garden,” named after a Natalie Diaz poem called “my brother named gethsemane,” which is, truly and genuinely, The Poem on Brothers (Complicated) of all time. That fic is where the visions and prophesies came back, where I started feeling like my writing was impactful again. Like it meant something. It was my first ever foray into in-narrative smut and the first of many, many attempts to capture a future where Vash and Knives love each other even after the end of everything.

This is really where I found my footing on Twitter and as a short story writer, I think. Where I started really caring about making every word of a narrative pay rent, about conveying and evoking specific, tangible feelings, and exploring genres of media I’d never really been interested in before. Before February, I wrote mostly genfic and T-rated romance. Every so often, I’d dabble in some graphic violence.

And hey! Now I write hardcore kink and graphic erotica. The gore I used to dabble in is now something I dive into feetfirst and with a rabid desire to make it as sexy as possible. I fetishize the crease of an elbow and the bristly sections of an undercut and I write about brothers having nasty, angry, dubiously consensual sex. I could not possibly tell you how I got here, but shit, man, I don’t regret a damn thing.

It’s through Trigun that I met some of the most talented, sweetest, most encouraging folk. Plantcest creators, Vashwood creators, people who saw me writing ZazieVash and went hello motherfucker please feed me some more, Romeryl enthusiasts, Kniveswood and Plantwood enjoyers…shit, guys. You’re all so fucking cool.

I got invited to a zine for the first time, I started taking commissions (and holy shit, what the fuck, I still can’t wrap my head around that at all. The fuck you mean, you’ll pay me Real Actual Money for personalized fic? Insane to me. I’m so goddamn grateful.) for the first time, and hell, I published a poetry collection for the first time. Which people downloaded? And tipped me for? What the fuck? I’m still reeling from that. Thank you, by the way. Genuinely.

What else this year…well. I commissioned art for the first time, I participated in more big bangs and exchanges than ever, I read voraciously and wrote with just as much fervor. I watched ‘98 and I cried and I read half of TriMax and cried some more. I wrote more erotica than I ever have, and I wrote more fic that I’m genuinely, painfully proud of this year than any other year.

A lot of my writing is about grief and rage, and a lot of it is about trying to be funny in the face of that. A lot of is about learning to live, because that’s what I’m doing right now, despite everything. A lot of it is about trying to be kind.

But in summary, because this is getting ridiculously long, here’s what I got out of Trigun:

Vash the Stampede refuses to die. I’m trying to emulate that.

Meryl Stryfe cares about doing the right thing, even if it means she’ll get in the middle of a fight between aliens armed with two bullets in a tiny pistol.

Wolfwood is carefully, disastrously kind. I want to be like that.

And Knives is nuttier than a Victorian lady in a room painted in arsenic green, but still. I love him anyway.

And Milly :] no thoughts about Milly. I love Milly because she is also incredibly kind :]

Trigun has changed my entire goddamn life this year. I think it’s made me a better person. It’s certainly made me a better writer, and it’s connected me to so many lovely and beautiful people. Thank you all for sticking around, and here’s to another year of love, peace, and unhinged porn. I love you all :]

#trigun

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 5 months

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pssssst. slips u a note

(3, 11, & 18) (can i also have some lunch money)

here kiddo i packed you something for lunch at school

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

hmmmmge this is really hard, tbh. two answers! stars above your skin is kind of like my crown jewel. it’s the longest fic i’ve ever published. i feel like i get burnt out of fics once i hit 4k so whenever i pass that number or so, i always feel so accomplished. SAYS got to explore a ton of headcanons (ike with freckles is the main one lol) and totes opened up a full world with the pliskinverse! i want to revisit it intimately and inherently.

maybe this is because it’s a recent fic as well, but prosthetics means a lot to me. i didn’t realize how much of myself bled onto the page until after ~500 words were down, especially not for an impulse fic. i find that i impress myself when i try not to. i feel especially happy because this was also written for a dear comfydant friend of mine and i love whenever said friend blows up my dms

maybe not pride but i’m always happy when i get the go-ahead to write violence or gore. i have a soft spot for in pursuit to and from the sun and vox, shu and luca’s parts in the lost in time/found in time series because of it.

11. What work took you the longest to write?

surprisingly not the long ones. trading a heart was about one week? SAYS and in pursuit took a month each.

however. and i do not like to admit this. i’ve had a doppio x reader bf headcanon post in my drafts since maybe february or april. and it’s been 80% done since february or april.

if we’re talking published works i don’t remember how long i had the request, maybe april, but this request [nsfw] for massaging and teasing luca and mysta took about 3 months to get out. admittedly that’s bc i learned some stuff abt my own personal boundaries on smut writing and bc i think that was one of my first forays into smut as well

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

this breaks my heart to say. sonny and shuey

i have this thing where the characters i simp for hardest, tend to be the most difficult to get on paper. i think it’s because i get attracted to laid-back personalities but i relate to loud ones more.

they have the opposite problems; shuey is incredibly versatile and i never know whether i should let him be shy or play it cool. it really depends on the day. sonny, however, is a very specific type... his humor is dry and deadpan which is hard to nail down, and he's not quite a romantic but he's not a hardass. i think i'm getting a bit better at him since i'm in a sonny lovebot arc rn and writing more for him and noctyx but while all my other characters have a mental list in my head of their traits and how they act, sonny's mental list is of how he should NOT act you know?? he's slippery he's hard to pin down!

ike also gets a shoutout because i feel like his character goes much deeper than "soft nerd prone to shyness but secretly gutsy" but whenever i write him i feel like he's shallow. it's hard to show the hidden depths in such short fics sometimes, since i usually write him in <1k fics

despite not writing him often i think my best character may be vox. he and alban are tied for easiest

#unit 4402 reporting #4402 answers #ao3 wrapped 2023 #byeolism #4402 draws #sorry my lineart is good again today i'm already in bed and don't want to power on my pc

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therhythmafterthesummer · 9 months

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I've come to ask something from you bc I kinda see you as a mom on Tumblr (and I mean that in the most respectful, honorable way) just bc your fics are top tier quality and I just think you're so fucking cool.

I'm a writer myself, I have over 1k followers (I know it's not much) my top post has almost 2k notes, I have more than I think 3 posts over 1k notes (not boasting this is genuinely with a purpose) but all my latest fics don't go over say like 200 notes. I've tried softer fics, more smutty fics, more thorough, less thorough, I've changed the way I write and still nothing gets me as many likes as I used to get before. So now I'm thinking I was just a one hit wonder?

I even stopped posting and only dropped fics every now and then bc I thought I was annoying people and that's why my likes dropped? But I gain like over 10 followers a day so I really don't understand.

Basically what I'm saying is, I've been considering leaving Tumblr bc of this, because I just feel like I've gotten too greedy and 200 notes isn't enough, I want more like I used to get. I've even become fearful of requests bc I constantly think is this one even gonna make it. I'm talking about spending 7 hours on a fic just for it to get like 50 likes, that's devastating and fucking heart wrecking. I have writers block because I just repeat to myself that it won't even make it so what's the point.

So I've come to ask for your advice, to ask if you think I should push through, or leave, or what should I do bc I just don't know anymore. I'm sorry for the lengthy message I've just been needing advice and I couldn't think of a better person to ask than you.

Thank you for taking the time 💕

not you calling me a mum and cool, pls skdjfskdfjhsfd i'm warm.

okay, first of, i'd like to say 1k followers is a lot ! at least in my perspective. when you imagine how 1k people look like in a room it's certainly a lot hahah. if it eases your mind, i'll tell you that our numbers are pretty similar, at least the ones you described.

with that being said... here's what i think, and it might not really be what you want to hear. mind you, this is 100% just my opinion, and how i personally view this hobby of writing fanfiction. other people might have different opinions to mine, yourself included, and that's fine...

if you're writing with numbers in mind, you'll never be satisfied with anything you do. whenever you set a target audience for your writing that isn't yourself, you start losing the joy. it all becomes a spiral of 'is this good enough?' 'what if this doesn't gather an XYZ amount of notes?' rather than what the story really is about.

notes never ever determine how good a story is. i've seen stories with notes around the five digits that i personally didn't find particularly enjoyable, whereas stories i absolutely adored and made me feel a plethora of emotions still sit within the three digits. it's all subjective, and also a bit of luck. sometimes all it takes is a blog with a moderately sized following to reblog your story on main for that story to blow up, really.

if you're writing solely for the validation that notes can bring you, that's valid, it's fine, but it's, in my opinion, something that is bound to make you question your own passion (like it seems to be happening to you right now). it's a completely volatile and unreliable source of energy, and the moment it starts wavering, it all feels worthless (even when it isn't).

which is why i, personally, write because i just... feel like it. i want to read the stories that pop up in my head, it's why i always mention the 'little lizard' in my brain, because i genuinely just work on what i want to work on and that's it. it's also why my creative process doesn't work for "requests". if someone requests something that doesn't immediately spark my interest, i won't be able to fulfil it, so i'll be both bummed out by that fact, and the fact that i can't give the person what they requested in the first place.

ultimately, i'll write stories even if i don't post them, because i enjoy them. i enjoy doing this. i choose to share them with the world, and if there's people out there that enjoy them, too, that's great, it's amazing! and if a story isn't particularly popular, that's okay, too. it was written for me, and i loved it, so i already feel accomplished.

all this to say, my advice to you is that you sit back and start thinking about why you're doing this.

writing takes time, takes energy, and if you're doing it for anything other than the pleasure of writing and reading the story yourself, it's gonna weigh heavily on you. creativity isn't something that can be forced. so, if you force yourself to write something just because of the numbers it might bring, you're already setting yourself for heartbreak when the engagement you receive isn't the one you expected (because it's never enough. when you spend hours working on something you feel like you deserve a million notes, and you do, but it's not how this platform works, unfortunately). you'll end up just resenting the hobby in general, and burning yourself out because you're forcing yourself to write even if you don't feel like it, just because you want to see the numbers grow.

whenever i feel too tired, too overwhelmed, and too insecure about my work, i try to take a step back and give myself grace. i went on hiatus a while ago because i was starting to obsess over the numbers too much, and that time away made me realise all the things i said above. numbers aren't a direct reflection of your work, nor your worthiness as a writer, you know?

i'm not sure if this will be helpful to you or not, i genuinely hope it is. just know that if you feel like it, my DMs are open if you want to talk about this further (:

#this is so fucking long i'm so sorry #anon #ask

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floralcyanide · 2 years

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The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Chapter Ten (nsfw)

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: smut (minors dni pls), oral (f receiving), mentions of past pregnancy scare, mentions of m*sturbation/ use of toys, anxiety, a little bit of dirty talk but nothing heinous.

Word Count: 2574

>> super long A/N sorry but pls read!! first off I just wanna say that the fact The Extra has gotten 1k more reads on Wattpad since I last updated is literally insane. wtf. thank you all so much. it is also very close to 1k hits on ao3, which I'm super thankful for. I wanna mention that this chapter's smut is relatively tame compared to chapter six, so if you didn't want to read that chapter due to the graphicness of it, then this chapter is safe lol!! I know this chapter is fairly short compared to others, but I think what I wrote will suffice for now. I wanted to get this posted since it's been a few days. I'm still trying to get my creative juices flowing again. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter despite it being a little dry, but we're in between plot points, so nothing eventful is happening for now. also if the flow of this is weird (or if any of it is, really) I apologize, I didn't feel like reading over it sksks I needed to post something asap

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June 2020

To say I’m beginning to go insane is an understatement. I’m growing more and more frustrated by the day, and no matter what I do, nothing seems to help. I’ve been patient and understanding, but it’s been months. You’d think that Austin and I would’ve had sex again by now. But that isn’t the case. I usually don’t mind not having sex, but being in constant close proximity is challenging. We only get as far as intense makeout sessions nowadays. Nothing more. I know Austin has a drive because I’ll hear him in the shower getting off. I’ve offered to please him, but he just waves me off when I ask, saying he doesn’t need it. I’m beginning to think I’ve either done something, the false pregnancy scared him, or maybe he’s not sexually attracted to me anymore. I guess it’s time to put it to the test. I ordered a lingerie set a month ago for my birthday that I didn’t get to wear. It’s Austin’s favorite color, so hopefully, it’ll catch his eye, and I can get him to open up.

Austin is in the living room watching TV, taking a break from running lines, or studying Elvis. I’m in our bedroom straightening things up and putting things away. As far as Austin knows, I’m just making the bed and folding laundry. But I’ve now completed those tasks, and I’m wearing the set underneath a silk robe while lying on the bed. I open the robe up enough to where you can plainly see the lingerie. I decide now is the time to text Austin.

Can you come in here?

After a few moments, I can hear his footsteps approaching the door, and I almost feel nervous about him seeing me like this. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything extravagant for Austin. I hope this isn’t a mistake. He opens the door to the bedroom, not paying attention to me at first. A shocked expression comes over him when he looks up and locks eyes with mine. Austin furrows his eyebrows at me, taking cautious steps towards the bed. I stare at him through my eyelashes, running a seductive hand across my body.

“Like what you see?” I ask, breaking the silence.

Austin’s breath hitches as he nods slowly. I beckon him to me with my index finger, but he stays put. He seems nervous.

“What’s wrong, babe?” I’m a little concerned now.

“Nothing,” Austin says as his voice cracks.

I scramble up from my lying position and immediately walk over to him, putting his face in my hands, “No, something is wrong. You can tell me.”

Austin keeps his eyes downcast.

“Austin, why won’t you make love to me?” I ask sadly, moving my face in a way that forces eye contact.

He finally does meet my eyes as he takes his lip between his teeth, “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“I’m scared I’ll hurt you or get you pregnant, and I know you don’t want that,” Austin says quietly.

“Why would you hurt me? If this is about last time, that was different. We were different,” I shake my head, “Condoms are also a thing, Aus. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Austin doesn’t respond, his eyes still on mine. Defeatedly, I pull my hands from his cheeks and tie the robe back closed.

“No,” Austin stops my hands, “You don’t have to do that.”

“What’s the point of showing off if you won’t do anything about it?” I frown, letting my arms fall to my sides.

“I like looking at you,” Austin whispers, tracing a finger along my jaw, “You’re beautiful, Ro.”

I avoid his eyes, quickly covering myself and tying the robe up anyway, “I understand if you’re still scared, and I’m sorry for this.”

Embarrassment doesn’t begin to describe how I feel. I know I should appreciate that Austin wants to look at me, but knowing I was nearly naked for no tangible outcome, makes me feel foolish. I should have figured he didn’t want to have sex no matter what I tried to do. I feel so inconsiderate, and I know it’s irrational, but I just want to hide.

“You aren’t the one who should be sorry. I’m sorry for not giving you the attention you deserve. Because you definitely deserve it, baby,” Austin says as he pulls me to him by my hips.

Now it’s my turn to stay quiet with my eyes turned away. I don’t feel in the mood anymore, and it’s not like I need to anyway. Sex usually isn’t that important to me. Still, before we broke up, we never went for entire months without doing anything. And the last time Austin and I had any form of sex, it was rough, wild, and unexpected. Plus, we weren’t together and happy. Now that we are happy, not having a sex life makes me feel like I’ve done something wrong, as silly as it sounds.

“Did I do something?” I sigh.

“No,” Austin says with a serious look on his face, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Roman. I’ve just been so focused on the movie, and I’ve been worrying about possibly fucking everything up again. I’m sorry for not taking care of you.”

I nod, fiddling nervously with the robe string, “I understand. I just wish you’d get out of this weird phase of not communicating with me.”

“I worry too much about losing you,” Austin grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“You aren’t going to lose me. But please go back to telling me what bothers you before it becomes a problem, okay?” I say.

“Okay,” he says before running his thumb over my bottom lip, “My beautiful girl.”

Austin leans down to capture my lips with his softly, his hands holding my head and jaw. My hands rest on his chest as he deepens the kiss, tracing my bottom lip with his tongue. I let him in, allowing him to explore my mouth slowly. The kiss is hot and open-mouthed, and Austin wastes no time pulling the string to my robe. Without breaking the sensual kiss, he pushes the robe off my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. Austin lets his hands slide from my head to my neck, then over my chest and down my sides. He grips my hips, drawing delicate circles with his thumbs into the lace. Austin latches his teeth onto my bottom lip and pulls it forward, opening his eyes to watch as he does. He lets go of it as a trail of spit connects our mouths.

Austin takes one of his hands from my hips and cards it through my hair, letting his fingers rest on my scalp. He grips my hair and pulls my head back slightly, exposing my neck. He leaves open-mouthed kisses along the column of my neck, leaving little nips here and there. Austin isn’t viciously biting me this time. The only sound in the room is his lips against my skin and my labored breathing. He brings his other hand up from my hips and slips a finger underneath the lacy bra strap, lifting it as far as it’ll go before letting it snap back to my shoulder. He then pulls the strap down, letting it rest against my upper arm as he repeats the same action to the other strap. Austin’s lips still haven’t left my neck, and they travel to my collarbone, edging closer to my breasts. He reaches behind my back and unclasps the bra, letting it fall down my back and onto the floor. Austin pulls away from my collarbone and starts backing me towards the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress, and I let myself fall onto it. I move up to the top of the bed where the pillows are, letting my head rest on them as Austin cages my body with his arms.

“Now,” he smiles, his gold necklace dangling right above my face, “Let me make love to you,” he says, referring to my earlier question.

Austin resumes his sultry kisses on my collarbone, slowly descending to my breasts. He kisses the skin of them, avoiding where I want him most. I glide my fingers through his hair once he finally attaches his mouth to one of my nipples. Austin flicks his tongue across it before taking it back into his mouth, teasing it between his teeth. My legs involuntarily squeeze together at the sharp feeling, but Austin takes notice and spreads my legs apart. He focuses on the other nipple as his entire hand takes up my thigh, pressing his fingertips into it. He lets his body rest against the mattress between my legs. Austin busies his hands by twisting and pulling at my nipples as he kisses my stomach, making his way down the hem of my lacy underwear. I let out a small whimper at the overstimulation of my breasts, squirming a little as Austin runs his tongue along the skin at the edge of the lace. Before he continues further, he sits up and pulls his shirt off. I hurriedly drink in his body until he lays back down on his chest. Of course, I’ve seen him shirtless since we last had sex, but when we’re intimate, it’s something else entirely.

Austin plays with the lacy fringe of my underwear, pulling it and letting it snap back much like he did with my bra straps.

“Please,” I say, putting my hand back in his hair and running my fingers through it, “I need your mouth.”

“Getting tired of your hand, darling? I’m sorry,” Austin teases, slowly pulling the lace piece down my legs.

I can’t help but scoff at his comment, “My hand and vibrator can only do so much, you know.”

He looks up at me through his lashes, darting his tongue out to lick his lips, “As much as I’d like to see that, I’ll take care of you this time.”

Before I can respond, Austin takes his fingers and spreads me open further, his eyes taking in the sight of my glistening pussy.

“So wet for me already, hmm? Been too long?” he smirks before spreading my slick around with his fingers and bringing them to his mouth to lick off.

“Yes, it has,” I say shakily, “Now, please stop teasing.”

Austin wastes no time flattening his tongue and licking a fat stripe from my entrance to my clit, moving his tongue back and forth against the bundle of nerves at an agonizing pace. He has one hand on my hip to keep me pressed to the mattress while the other one keeps me open for him. Austin makes a point to circle and flick my clit with his tongue slowly. Almost as if he wants to relish this for time lost.

“Missed how good you taste,” he says, lapping up the never-ending arousal that seeps out.

I throw my head back against the pillows, fisting the sheets and Austin’s hair. He traces the outline of my entrance with his fingertip, and I try to buck my hips towards his face to no avail. Austin’s hand is too heavy on my hip. Sitting up again, he pulls both his underwear and sweats down his legs, kicking them off the rest of the way. Before doing anything else, he moves over to the bedside table and retrieves the box of condoms I stashed months back. Austin rips one open with his teeth before pumping himself a few times, rolling the condom on. I watch as he drags his tip along my folds, gathering the slick before pushing into me slowly. His hands hold onto my hips, grasping them as he pushes himself deeper. I let out a cry of near relief at the stretch of his cock inside me. Finally.

“Fuck, Aus, you feel so good,” I moan, biting my lip as I look up at him.

Austin’s hair falls into his face as he pulls out before thrusting back in, slowly gaining a rhythm. He lowers himself against my body, letting go of me and grabbing both my hands. He then puts our hands on both sides of my head, holding onto them as he moves his hips fluidly against mine.

Austin leans down to kiss my lips, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I smile before kissing back.

He thrusts at a different angle and hits a spot within me that sends me reeling, “Oh god, right there, Aus.”

Austin continues moving his hips in favor of hearing me moan when his tip hits the sweet spot. I don’t even have to let him know I’m close because he groans at the feeling of me clenching around him. He slams into me at a rapid pace, chasing both our highs. Austin kisses along my jaw and down my neck as his hips begin sputtering, the erratic thrusts sending me over the edge. My cries of pleasure cause Austin to release with a shaky moan as his hands grip mine. After removing and disposing of the condom, he lays down next to me and pulls me into his chest. He nuzzles his face into my neck.

“I’m sorry that took so long,” Austin jokes.

“Honestly, the build-up made it worth it,” I chuckle and wrap my arms around his, which are encircling my waist.

“What do you wanna do for the rest of the evening?” he asks.

“I wanna just lay here for a few and then maybe practice some lines with you,” I say, “We haven’t practiced the scenes we’re together in for a while.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Austin buries his face deeper into my neck.

While I have time to think while lying in bed, I decide maybe I should tell the rest of the friend group that Austin and I are dating. I probably should mention that we already know each other too, unless they’ve caught on as Tom and Dacre did. Still, lying isn’t necessary anymore. If Austin and I showed up to set in a few months and had obvious chemistry, it would make people confused and suspicious. Yes, we did spend a lot of time together during these few months, but the chemistry we already had is incomparable to what a new relationship’s vibe would be. Austin and I definitely do not have the same feelings we had when we first met, and since we’ve gotten back together, our bond has gotten more intense. Mainly because we’re constantly with each other, so it would make sense to just explain our situation to those important to us.

The rest of the evening is spent running through the scene where Elvis is in Priscilla’s bedroom in Germany. Austin and I are sitting on the floor by the couch, repeatedly going over the same lines until we get them just right. We have about four more months until Baz suspects we will resume shooting; however, he is particular about getting things perfect. So is Austin. Even with my boyfriend being picky about how things sound, he still asks me for advice on how to articulate a line or where to put emphasis on a word. If Austin still asks me for guidance on line reading after working diligently to become Elvis, maybe I am cut out for this actress thing after all.

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smallblueandloud · 3 months

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2023 fic roundup

2023 was the year of the comeback. in 2021, i wrote about 25k; in 2022, i didn't even keep track. meanwhile, my total wordcount last year was 119,226 words. while that doesn't come close to my 200k from 2020, i am arguably prouder of last year and what it represented. my writing isn't dead! my abilities haven't vanished! i can have fun making art again :D

as always, the summer was the most productive for me. you can see that i wrote more in the spring than the fall -- this roughly corresponds to how i was doing during those times, lol. i had a Much Better spring semester than the fall. september was very rough, i had a very bad time, and it meant my mental health suffered for the rest of the year. but hey, at least i was writing essays :')

some more scattered thoughts:

i was arguably pretty consistent this year? may/june/july all had about the same wordcount (roughly) and i think that's cool. my goal isn't to be doing NaNos, it's to be writing consistently, so i'm very happy with this

ao3 says i published 67k in 2023. minus the first chapter of something out of a dream, which was published in 2020, i believe that's 65k or so total. i wrote 72k of fanfic last year, meaning that there's about 8k from last year still sitting in my google drive (a rough eyeball at my WIPs folder confirms this). these numbers don't QUITE make sense to me, since i used a fair bit of old material in what i published last year, but i'm not going to think about it too hard

i published fic for a whopping fifteen fandoms in 2023. nine of those were fandoms i'd never published anything for before! i am so, so proud of this stat. i remain multifandom as all hell and seeing that represented in my work makes me really :D

two fics -- be amazed by the sky and i got your back (and you got mine) -- were crossovers! i'd only ever written one crossover before (stay all day in the sun, which i still love dearly) and it was fun to play in these playgrounds (mostly by sticking the librarians into other universes, xD)

i published 25 fics last year! and five of those fics were less than 1k, which i also really love. this year i really tried to let go of my idea that my fics Had to be more than 4k (and super polished) before they could see the light of day. i think my writing has been more fun and less stressful because of that.

i polished off 4 multi-year WIPs last year: but the verse is sweet, something out of a dream, don't wanna see you go (but it's not forever), and all we can do today. it felt so, so good to finally get those out there. the only one i have left from The Great Hiatus of 2021-2022 is éponine de bergerac. i will finish that someday, but i'm letting her take her time, because she deserves it. (i DID make good progress on that fic, which is something at least!)

most popular fic of the year was sit there in your heartache, which. is a spirk fic written right after a relevant episode, so not a surprise lol. the fic that surprised me most is actually the sisterhood of the travelling main character plotpoints -- i kinda expected that one to vanish quietly, but the hatchetfield fandom is WAY more active than i expected! which is very cool :D

the fic with the fewest hits was sidenote, which doesn't surprise me, since the librarians isn't a very active fandom and it's a rareship within the fandom anyway. the people who DID read it were very sweet, so i am very grateful for them. (i'm doing fic with the fewest hits because i feel like it's better to focus on that than What Didn't Get Kudos)

i started 2024 with 5 WIPs. i actually already finished one (and then immediately started its sequel, whoops) (shoutout to the ds9 modern au, i'll make a real post about that sometime). none of these fics are particularly progressed, but i'll keep working on them and try to find the Finishing A Project Dopamine from ficlets if i need it.

i didn't really have any Writing Goals for 2023 aside from doing any writing at all, lol. i think for 2024 i want to try to get more consistent with my writing -- instead of doing x number of words per month (which usually happen over 3-4 Big Writing Days), i'd rather try to write for 5 days out of every week, or something like that. we'll see what i can get done.

in the meantime: thank you guys for listening. i'm proud of what i did last year, and i'm excited to see what happens next year :D

#fic roundup #2023 #sb and l rambles #sb and l is writing #let's see what 2024 holds :eyes:

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yyxgin · 2 years

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— tag game. ☔

recommend 5 or more of your own works that you would rec to someone asking what they should read first & explain a little bit about the work. these can be the most popular, the ones you think are underrated, or your own favorites! then tag five other writers! | tagged by @neo-shitty thanks toffee i love talking about myself! :p

you best believe i AM doing more than 5 because i write for a lot of groups and i truly believe those fics are worth reading!

seventeen.

sympathy subtraction (chwe vernon). okay so there is NO way im not mentioning this fic. AND im putting it on first place because its literally my child. my longest fic and the fic i hold the closest to my heart. 40k full of undying love for chwe vernon, this is. it also really closely follows my emotions about every single falling-out i've ever had. the perfect slice of life, the perfect coming of age. i shamelessly reread this from time to time from how well written it actually is. i am not afraid to say that i am the biggest fan of my own fic bc oh well. i write the fics i wanna read <3

this february 14th (kim mingyu). okay here's the tea. for a while, i really didnt like this fic and i despised seeing it in my notifications, BUT. it literally has 1k notes so i reread it last night and i literally forgot what this fic was about i kid you not 😭 after reading it again, i came to the conclusion that my writing style in this is actually really good and even though the plot is not anything special, i still think it was really sweet :p

nct.

happier than ever (huang renjun). a big FAT trauma dump. but i absolutely adore this fic. one of my absolute favorites. i somehow always give renjun the fics where i experience the most trauma lmao i treat writing for this boy like a therapy session. i think it has to do w the fact that i see myself a lot in renjun so it feels safe to write about him in this way :p anywAYS i still love the brother's best friend trope i incorporated in here. its also a fairly popular fic of mine, which is a pleasant surprise! a lot of coming of age/slice of life vibes, fluffy but also absolutely heartbreaking. <3

the borders (huang renjun). AAAAAAA another trauma dump 😭 hits a little less to home than the previous fic does, but still hits nonetheless. inspired by one of my most favorite songs ever! i always wanted to write a fic on this song, even back in my 5sos era, so i am glad i finally did it when writing for nct. handles very difficult themes, so i was a little scared of posting it, as it was the first full nct fic ive ever posted as well :) i said it the first time and i will say it again; handle this fic with care.

and i love her just like that (lee donghyuck). MY MOST POPULAR NCT FIC AND YOU KNOW WHAT? AS IT SHOULD BE. hyuck e2l just hitS 😩😩 i think about this fic at least two times a week when i go play table tennis with my dad. hyuck is a menace and i still wanna make out with him very badly at a ping-pong table. this fic represents just that. also slightly inspired by maniac by nct u bc hyuck ate

just saying (liu yangyang). my writing style in this >>>>> ngl i find myself really funny in this it might just be me but. this fic is top comedy. also i have a yangyang fic in my drafts that deserves to be in this list but i havent posted it yet😔😔😔 not yy being the only non dream member i write for from nct. his impact on me is truly impaccable.

seventeen going under (zhong chenle). another fic that might be difficult to handle and also another sam fender inspired fic. talks about suicide. with this, i wanted to speak up about the rate of male suicides and how we tend to overlook mental issues in men due to toxic masculinity. also, i loved the 'retro' film vibe and the chenji besties interactions i wrote in here<3

hypersonic missiles (na jaemin). bros i didnt expect this fic to get nearly as much attention as it has. idk man i dont really get much to say abt this one, other than the fact that its a sci-fi, which i dont usually write, but i fucking loved writing this it was so much fun i should do more sci-fi

stray kids.

lee felix's guide to hating you (lee felix). another popular one!! loved every second of writing this. it handles my own feelings and emotions and the fic is very personal to me hihi it also lowkey made my blog "blow up"?? not that its big rn or anything, but i think that most of my followers came from this fic! :)

my only hate, my only love (kim seungmin). bruh there's just something about seungmin that only allows me to write angst for him. i think there's like one (1) fluff that i wrote for him and even that one is a short drabble. im sorry seungmin. 😭 anyways i am a literature hoe and wrote this despite not reading romeo and juliet fully once!! had a lot of fun with it. e2l stays superior (not actually, i prefer f2l but shh)

meet you there (kim seungmin). another heavy one ooof- inspired by sky castle! ngl i am very much in love with kim donghee and he always reminded me of seungmin a bit and i think that's what made me write this fic? 😭 not sure.

tagging. @koishua @crispy-chan @chogiwow @mellow-midzy @aliceu @multi-kpop-fanfics @decembermoonskz and @tinami (if you come back to tumblr🤍) LETS SPREAD LOVE ABT OUR FICS AND ACT LIKE ARTISTS ON GENIUS EXPLAINING THE LYRICS 😡😡😡

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beautifulpaprika · 2 years

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Pinky Promise

summary: Your mind has been reeling with thoughts of insecurity, but who better to comfort you than your boyfriend?

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: Just comfort tingz and dis is my first post so be very weary PFFT

word count: 1k (indeed, tis short haha)

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I wasn’t going to class today. No way in hell. I was going to avoid him today for his sake and for mine.

The dorm room was quiet and still until my phone vibrated from beside me. I didn’t want to look. I knew my resolve would falter. I knew I was going to answer him and say that I missed class because I just didn’t feel good but that I was going to be okay even if that was the opposite of how I felt.

I pulled my blanket up over my face, yearning for more warmth. For more comfort. It has been hell since the day before. I had been scrolling through my social media and watching stories and my mind swirled. Questions that I shouldn’t have been asking ran through my mind.

Why can’t I look like that?

Am I falling behind in my life?

Why can’t I be that charismatic?

Why is he with me?

I’m the second choice, aren’t I?

My eyes stung from my own thoughts. I wanted to tell Jungkook all of this. His reassurance was something I needed. But I wasn’t going to ask for it.

What if he thinks it’s annoying?

I wipe the tears that fell from my eyes. I have to do this myself. I’ll feel okay in a few hours, I just need to be by myself for a bit.

I curl up under my blanket and close my eyes while under the sheets.

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I’d almost succumb to sleep when the door of my dorm opens. I shoot up and look towards the door to see Jungkook standing there. His breathing was fast and his eyes searched me as I sat in shock.

“Can’t you knock?” I ask him.

“Can’t you lock your door?” he says with a bit too much bitterness than I would like.

“Too much work,” I mumble. He looks at me in disbelief.

“Why weren’t you in class? Why didn’t you text me back?” he continues to search me. “Are you okay?” he sits on the edge of my bed and I instantly stiffen. His cologne hits me and I want so badly to lean in and drown in his comfort and tell him everything sliding around in my head, but I hold myself back from doing so.

“I’m fine, Kook,” I wrap myself back into my sheets. “I’m just tired, is it so bad if I miss one class?” I cringe at the way my voice wavers a bit. His eyebrows lower as his eyes squint.

“You’re a shitty liar, you never miss class just cuz you’re tired,” he throws his bag on the ground and uses his feet to take off his shoes.

“You’re not staying here!” I blurt out. I clasp a hand over my mouth. It wasn’t meant to come out so harshly. He freezes and looks at me again. Now he’s definitely going to know.

“Why not?” It’s with those words that I am not really sure how to answer. He’ll know something is up if I answer incorrectly. Oh hell, he probably already knows something’s up.

“You have more classes, don’t you?” I avoid looking into his eyes.

“In a few hours, yeah,” he says, “I have time to spare,” his hand nudges my leg. “Move over,” I scowl at him.

“I want to be by myself, Kook,” I throw myself back and into my duvet again. I hear shuffling, but it’s not away from me, and instead, the mattress dips behind me. I curse low. His arms come around me and I feel his breath brush the back of my neck. “Stop,” my voice strains a bit, “I don’t wanna bother you,” my elbow tries to push him away but his arms only tighten me in his grasp.

“Something’s wrong and I’m not leaving until you tell me what it is,” he whispers. I blink, the goosebumps running down my arm. I turn in his arms to face him and hide my face in his chest. His hand strokes my head, just waiting. I hesitate. How long can I stay silent?

“Don’t get mad, okay?” I ask him. I grab onto his shirt and feel him nod above me. “Why do you like me?” I finally ask. His hand on my head doesn’t slow or falter, but he does give a low chuckle that I can feel the vibrations from his chest.

“That’s a silly question,” he says. I’m about to scold him, but then he continues. “I love you,” he corrects me and pinches my side, “because no one else makes me feel the way you make me feel,” some of his words are muffled because his lips are pressed to my hair. “I think about you and I instantly want to see you, I feel lucky to have someone so beautiful, and I feel like I can be myself around you. I mean, when I feel like shit, the first person I want to see is you,” my vision becomes blurry as he continues to speak. “Why do you ask?” he asks.

“I guess I just,” I sniffle, “I just haven’t been feeling my greatest,” I don’t go into too much detail. I only give him as much as I think is appropriate. “There’s a lot going through my mind and I just wanted to understand,” I move to wrap my arms around him and pull him closer.

“You know you can tell me anything,” he continues to caress my head, “I want to help you, reassure you, everything you deserve,” he pauses for a moment. “There’s no one like you, Y/N,” his hand finally comes off my head and I look up to him holding out his pinky. “I pinky promise,” I look back at him. He smiles at me. I take his pinky with my own and throw back my own smile.

“I love you, Kook,” I pull his hand close to me with my pinky still intertwined with his and kiss his hand.

“I love you,” he whispers. His hand comes to my face and pulls my chin up. He softly places his lips on mine and I feel rejuvenated - reassured.

I pull away slightly “You’re still going to class, right?”

“Hell no,” he says with a smile against my lips.

I groan and go back to having my arms around him and drowning in how good he smells. I secretly smile, because as much as I complain, I’m glad he decided to stay.

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esora247 · 3 years

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I’m watching the anime and have many posts to make about it but I’m actually screaming over these two screenshots

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hongcherry · 2 years

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Happy 1k to SBaFL! 💝 + Gift

It’s been a little over a year since I posted my first SpiderKook story, Tangled Thoughts, and now my SpideyKook universe has reached over 1k notes. Remembering the time I wrote TT brings back fond memories. I was and still am very invested in the au, so the writing for the fic came so easily. I was engulfed in the story and I just felt so happy writing it. No pressure. Just me and SpideyKook. I stayed up in the middle of the night finishing it because I couldn’t stop writing. I wish all my stories came that easily haha.

The amount of support I’ve been given is beyond my imagination. It’s only my second time hitting 1k, so I’m really honored. Even though Swinging By a Fine Line is not an actual fic, I still wanted to celebrate the milestone. I’m very grateful to everyone who has supported my mini-universe. I don’t think I’m one of those people who are good with their words, so I hope this gift to you all shows how thankful I am. I’ve had this idea for a 1k celebration for a while, so I wish you all enjoy! Thank you so much for reading SBaFL. 🥰✨

This post is structured differently than my others, so check under the cut for your gift! ^-^

everywhere you go || jjk

“Jungkook takes a vacation trip to New York.”

🗽 Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)

🗽 Rating/Genres: PG-15; Fluffffff!, slice of life, social media au, Marvel au, SBaFL au

🗽 Warnings: Cursing, VERY light suggestive content, one pun, just JK and reader being domestic as heck… It’s really chill and light. It’s supposed to be fun to read D:

🗽 Storyline: After Sticky Fingers; Can be read as a standalone

🗽 Author’s Notes: Happy 1K to Swinging By a Fine Line!!! I've never published a social media au before >.< *nervous* Also, this banner edit was a lot more complicated than I wanted it to be lol, but I hope it was worth it. It was my first time making an edit like this. I think it looks pretty cool though… Right? 😆 How did my JK turn out? Thank you to everyone who gave me advice on it! Shoutout to all the talented editors out there!!! It’s not easy work.

my spiderkook-verse (SBaFL) | main masterlist

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©️hongcherry // DO NOT REPOST OR MODIFY Please consider reblogging if you liked this work to show your support. Feedback/commentary is always welcomed.

Special shoutout to Mel (@hoebii), Beezy (@hobeemin), Panda, my recurring readers (I always recognize your names!), and those who have filled out my survey. You guys give me the motivation to continue writing SBaFL and it feels so great to have you all by my side. I feel so loved. Thank you for being here for me and giving me some time out of your days.

Mel has been a beta for every SpideyKook fic I’ve offered her. She beta’d all of Warning Signs, which is a lot guys D: She’s so dedicated and I know I can count on her. Beezy also beta’d Seeing Double, Prepare for Trouble (first fic to hit 1k *sobbings*)! I dislike reading my own smut, so having her help was amazing! Thank you so much to my incredible betas! You help me enhance zest up my SBaFL universe ^-^.

Panda, who wandered into my asks one day, is now a very close friend of mine. She helps me learn more about Spider-Man/Marvel and is always available if I need information about lore or just advice for some of my Spidey works. I really enjoy our conversations and I’m so glad we met!

To my recurring readers, I adore y’all. Thank you for the comments, reblogs, and likes (and maybe some asks if you go on anon hehe). My heart always warms whenever I see your usernames pop into my notifications. It’s so comforting to have you all support me so much.

To those who have filled out my survey, thank you! I’ve gotten a lot more responses than I planned. I know it’s lengthy, so I am realllllly thankful for all the responses and feedback. I probably won’t ever close it (lawlz), so it’s still up if you wanna check it out. I do take into account what you all have told me and I want to improve in my writing and storytelling!

Overall, thank you everyone for reading SBaFL. I hope you all continue to like what I have in store for the future of this universe. Updating SBaFL will be slow for the next couple of months because I’m in my last semester of school! Finally lmao. There were some hints of what will appear in future content, but I won’t disclose exactly what (im mean i know but it’s a surprise!) I will still be (somewhat) active, so feel free to send me asks about the universe or if you wanna gush about SpideyKook together! Thank you again. 🥺😍💜

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waka-chan-out · 3 years

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Hi meeeg!! First of all, CONGRATS ON 300! 🎊 I've been following you for quite awhile but this is my first time interacting with u 👉👈 And I was hoping I could participate in your event 💓

1. Ushiwaka

2. “you missed me? how much?”

3. I'm a she/ her, defimitely the sub; i have a daddy kink, breeding kink, a dash of degrading and praising too (recieving end),.. i just like being dominated over 🙉

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300 Follower Event

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Prompt 17: “You missed me? How much?”

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 1k

content warning: daddy kink, brief grinding, very little foreplay, cowgirl, tired ushi lets you do your thing, light breeding kink, please let him rest

THANK YOU ANON 🥺 this was so sweet and i’m glad you’ve enjoyed my content. please feel free to contact me more often (i’ll set aside the 🚾 emoji for you if you’d like). i love interacting with people on here even though i’m honestly still struggling with how tumblr works lmao. ushiwaka is the love of my life so you have definitely come to the right place.

note: it’s so hard to find decent manga panels of our sweet little timeskip ushi 😭 forgive me he looks so uncomfortable in the banner.

You heard the keys turning in the lock and immediately dashed to the door. Ushijima didn’t even have time to set down his bags before you were throwing your arms around his neck. He buried his face in your hair and you could feel him smiling.

“Hi, love,” he said.

“Hi,” you replied. Your voice was muffled against his shirt. You stood there for a moment, breathing in each other. It was just two weeks, but it felt like forever. Back to back games, bad weather, and two broken buses later, Ushijima was finally home.

“Can I come in?” he asked. You laughed and stepped to the side.

“I’ll help you. I’m sure you’re tired.”

“It was hard sleeping on the bus. I might pass out the second I lay down.” You huffed a laugh as you helped him carry his bags to your bedroom.

“Oh, I hope not,” you said. He squinted at you and you raised your eyebrows in return. “What?”

“Nothing. I enjoy you.”

You tried and failed to fight off your grin. Ushijima zipped off his jacket and slumped facefirst onto the bed.

“Babe! At least change first.”

He groaned into the mattress.

“I can’t. Too tired.”

You laughed and climbed up onto the bed. You pushed at his shoulder and he shifted onto his back.

“I missed you,” you said, swinging a leg over him and taking a seat on his lap.

Ushijima slung his arm behind his head and stared up at you. He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were softened in amusement.

“You missed me?” he asked. He laid his other hand on your hip, rubbing small circles with his thumb. “How much?”

In response, you shifted your hips, grinding against him. His lips twitched into a small smile as he kept his hands in place.

“I want to show you,” you said, moving again. You drew out long, slow motions against him, until you felt him matching your arousal beneath you. “I want you to relax and I can show you.”

His lips curled in a lazy smile.

“You can do whatever you’d like.”

You returned the smile and pushed off everything you were wearing below the waist. He stared at you with an unchanging amused expression as you pulled down the front of his sweats.

“That quick to use me?” he asked as you lined him up with your entrance. “Naughty girl. What would you have done if I hadn’t come home?”

“Waited.” You whimpered as you sunk onto him. “Waited for — fuck — daddy.”

He smiled and squeezed your hip harder as you shifted up and down on top of him.

“So good,” he sighed, eyes flickering shut for a moment as you continued moving. He looked so enamored with you, so tired and a little bored in an inexplicably sexy way.

Being in control was a foreign experience to you with Ushijima, but that didn’t matter. He was still in charge even if you were controlling the pacing, position, everything. The way he looked into your eyes told you he was allowing this, letting you use him to show your love, to demonstrate just how needy you were when he was gone.

You swore as you sunk down lower than you meant to, bracing yourself on his chest for a moment. Ushijima laughed.

“Get too eager? Come here.” He gestured for you to lean against him. You laid down onto his chest and pressed your lips to his. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he kept kissing you.

He gripped you tighter and began moving his hips, slow but completely overwhelming. You pulled away and buried your face against his neck with a gasp. The position shift hit exactly where you needed him. You just wanted a little more.

“Please,” you managed to say before swearing again.

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Please, daddy. A little — ah — a little faster.”

He chuckled into your ear and tightened his grip around you. You groaned as he picked up his pace.

“Is that what my pretty girl needed?”

“Yes.” Your voice was muffled and embarrassingly desperate against his t shirt.

“You’re gonna make me come.” Despite himself, his voice was becoming increasingly unsteady as he snapped his hips against you.

“Please, daddy. Inside me.”

His chest rumbled as he laughed and buried his face into your hair.

“I just got home and have to remind you that you’re mine? You really did miss me.”

“So much, daddy. Please.”

“Fine. Be a good girl and kiss me.”

You struggled to sit up against him but managed to connect your lips with his, sloppily sighing into each others mouths as you both neared the edge.

You beat Ushijima to it, whining and leaning your forehead against his as your body locked against him. He followed behind quickly, hands moving to hold your hips steady as he groaned and twitched inside of you.

You panted against each other for a moment, then Ushijima laughed.

“How are we going to move without ruining my clothes?”

Your eyes snapped open and you looked down, realizing he was still in his nice Adler’s sweatpants. You pressed your face into his chest and joined in his laughter.

“Can you get a new pair?”

“No, actually. So why don’t we . . .” He pulled his arms around you again and, without much warning, rolled so you were underneath him. You yelped as you moved before settling against the bed. He planted a kiss on your nose and smiled.

“Can you get cleaned up and let daddy rest?” he asked. You nodded happily and inhaled when he pressed another kiss on your lips. He carefully fell onto the bed and closed his eyes. You turned to stare at him as his big chest fell into a steady rhythm. You smiled.

“Welcome home.”

#meg’s 300 follower event :)#ushijima smut #ushijima x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #wakatoshi smut #wakatoshi x reader

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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I honestly can't remember if I asked for #7 with Zeke...but seeing the prompt and the blurb I must ask you please do fluff #7 with Zeke. 😭💗

“you, you’re fucking home to me, okay?”

pairing: zeke yeager x female reader

cw: language, fluff, kissing, slight crying

word count: 1500+

a/n: i never realised how hard it was to write for zeke, anyway thank you to the person who resent the ask, means a lot after tumblr became a dick

summary: in which after an argument with zeke regarding his excessive jealousy and protectiveness over you, he finally reveals his true motives

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The breath of hot ashy smoke hit the air, the stray cigarette across his two fingers as he let his hand fall to his side. He watched carefully, every movement you made speaking to Reiner and Porco with the same look of admiration you had given to him hours prior. He took another drag of his cigarette, putting it out on the balcony as he went to get you away from the two blonds.

“Y/n.” His voice was filled with power and authority, he disregarded the two boys looking at you. “With me.”

It was almost a beckoning as if you were some servant girl ready for his command and will. “I’ll see you both.” You waved goodbye to the two men following the other blond, he grasped your wrist almost dragging you away. “Zeke, woah, calm down.” His grip tightened against your wrist before pushing you into his office.

He let go of your wrist watching at how you rubbed the sore feeling, “have fun?” He questioned leaning against his desk, he eyed you up and down, the military uniform around your body, with the band around your left arm. He waited for a response as you gave a confused look.

“What are you on about now, Zeke?” You muttered crossing your arms.

He repeated, “did you have fun with them?”

“Why do you care?” You glared at his overprotectiveness; it had become a common occurrence for him to call you away whenever you were around the two other blonds, but it had become excessive.

Zeke leant against the bookshelf, staring at you as he brought out another cigarette. Bringing it to his lips and lightning it right in front of you, he took a long drag, watching as the smoke hit the rest of the room.

The first time you had met Zeke had been when the two of you were teenagers, at the tender age of 18, Zeke had already gained the beast titan and you had joined the military for other reasons. A friendship had occurred from the boy who would sneak out of meetings for a cigarette and the girl who had her breaks conveniently when meetings occurred.

“Want one?” His tender baby face had made you swoon, he was perfect in every way, to the way he spoke, to the way he held the cigarette. You shrugged, stopping and sitting beside the boy. He passed the cigarette that had been in his mouth, lightening it in yours as you took a drag, “first time?”

“Was it that obvious?” You laugh holding it between your two fingers.

He gives a chuckle, staring at you taking another drag, “I have a sixth sense, that tells me when pretty girls have been tainted.”

“So what? I wasn't trained before.” You ask.

“I guess, it means that I tainted you now.” He smirked before hearing the shout of a man calling for him. “That’s me, nice to meet you…”

“Y/n Y/l/n.” You answered his pause.

He smiled happily, having been walking backwards to still face you, “nice to meet you Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Wait? What’s your name?” You shouted as he continued to tread backwards not wanting to be shouted at anymore by a superior.

“Zeke Yeager, you better not go forgetting it, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes chuckling at how the officer began berating the boy who gave a shrug, waving a goodbye at you.

It may have been your first encounter with the boy, but over the years of meeting the other Warriors. The knowledge of Paradis and Zeke’s past, you knew it all and he had gotten protective of the girl he had known for almost a decade now. Maybe it was love out of jealousy which seemed to be the obvious reason between your friends, or maybe he just didn't want anybody stealing you away. You didn’t know and didn’t care, waiting for his reply from your question after another overprotective action.

“They aren’t good for you.”

“Bullshit Zeke, tell me why you act like this now?” You tried to have authority, tried to bring about the same power he brought out, but at the sound of your dominance he laughed.

“Come on, doll, you’re gonna have to try harder to get it out of me, than that.” He took another long drag watching your lip twitch in anger. The feeling of riling you up intoxicated him, how could he not fall in love with that look of anger.

“Don’t be an ass.” You remarked back, walking up to the man and taking the cigarette from his mouth. Taking a long drag yourself as you blow the smoke to the side, you could taste his saliva already around the cigarette, but as you popped it back in his mouth. You felt your anger go down a bit.

He couldn't lie and say he wasn't turned on by your actions, the way you were so close to him yet seemed so far from him. “If you’re not going to give me an answer, I promised Reiner I’d help him with something.”

Just as you were about to leave the room, he grabbed your wrist once more, his grip soft and loose. If you tried, you’d be able to easily get out of it, but you stood faced away from him. Waiting for his next action, “you’re so fucking dense.”

“Me? Dense?” You repeated, “maybe if you didn’t try to hide your feelings through stupid remarks and commands, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Zeke was taken aback by how easily you countered in, but he wasn’t letting himself lose to you, “I don’t fucking do that, you’re just stupid.”

“You do realise everybody knows that you’re a jealous prick, that every time you call me it's when I'm around another guy, way to be a subtle asshole.” He had let go of your wrist as you seethed at him in anger.

“I don’t get jealous, who have I got to be jealous of? It's not like every time I see you with a guy, I think you’re going to leave me, you mean nothing to me.” He shouted back, taking another long drag of his cigarette.

You contemplated his words, thinking of what he had just said, “I mean nothing to you?”

Zeke acknowledged his words, staring at you, your lip quivering at his words. “Y/n, wait, I didn’t…” Before he could continue you faced him with a look of sadness.

“If I mean nothing to you, leave me alone.” You were about to leave again; this time Zeke had finally given up on hiding his feelings for you. How could he not love you; how could he not care for someone like you.

In an instant he pushed the door back, his arms on your sides as you faced him. Tears welling up, he moved his thumb to caress your cheek, wiping away your tears, “I’m sorry, I do care about you.”

You don’t speak, not bothering to face him, his ashy breath hits your cheek, waiting for him to continue, “I shouldn’t have said that I like you, I love you even, in all these years, it’s always been you.”

He moves your face to meet his own, his face only a mere inch from you. He had confessed his love so easily, but your silence and lack of tears gave mixed signals. “Me?” Was all you could stifle out.

“You, you’re fucking home to me, okay?” He whispered his mouth lingering just across your own.

“Okay.” You answered, feeling his other hand lean against the door whilst the one caressing your cheek moved to cup your face allowing your lips to touch.

His lips meshed between your own, ask still lingering between both your mouths, you didn't care though. His soft grip on your cheek contrasted the kiss, the sloppy tongue actions, your hands in his blonde hair, the feeling of his beard rub against your skin as he kept on kissing you. He pushed you up against the wall, the gap between your bodies becoming non-existent. His tongue lingered in your mouth as you both went to part, biting your bottom lip to hear your soft moans again. He never expected to have confessed so easily to you and have you in this position.

His body almost crushing you onto the wall, your legs in between his own. He stared at you with his piercing grey eyes meeting your own, it pooled with love and comfort. “I love you too Zeke.”

He gave a soft kiss to your forehead, staying in the position for a while. Waiting for you both to catch your breath and acknowledge that you two could have something with his remaining years.

You saw the clock to the side, a worry erupting from your face, “fuck, I have a meeting with Porco.”

Zeke remained encasing you, disregarding your words, “I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to, doll.”

“Maybe you should tell me again.” You flirted back as you both went in for another kiss.

It had been much softer, with Zeke’s hand moving to your side, holding you in place as he almost smiled through the kiss. “All mine.” He spoke through it giving you another soft kiss afterwards, you were finally all his.

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kaistrex · 2 years

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2021 Fic Year in Review

I won't be finishing anything else before the year is up, so I thought it was time for this. No one tagged me but it looked fun so here we go 😂 Edit: Now tagged by @raisesomehale! 🥰

Personal ramblings ahead!

Total number of completed works

Total word count:

161,800+ 😱

Fandoms written in:

Teen Wolf

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?

Considering at the beginning of January I didn’t think I’d write a goddamn thing or be involved in fandom at all, a helluva lot more haha. This is the most I've written in a single year ever, easy.

What’s your own favorite story of the year?

Where the Real Beasts Are (yep, I’m still banging on about it 😂) because I persevered with it after 4 years of writing and wrote my first 100k+ fic 🤗

The runner-up is Home though. I’m really proud of the plot idea for that fic ^^

Did you take any writing risks this year?

I think signing up for the big bang was a risk, even though I didn’t realise it at the time! I think in my sign up application, I estimated my fic would be in the 20-30k range, but then it grew and grew to 2-3x that length. I realised around the end of June that the daily word count goal I set just wasn’t going to cut it, so I had to double it to 1k a day, and for the month of July, all I did every evening was sit in front of my laptop and slave away. I’m not built for that kind of level of production haha

I ended up getting it finished and self-betaed (a process which took like 10 hours 😂) 30 minutes before it was due to be revealed to everyone on my posting day. It was not a fun time, and I actually kind of grew to resent the fic haha woops~

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

I’d really like to get my Lonely Stiles fic off the ground. I’ve added another plot thread to it that has turned it into a longfic from the long oneshot I’d planned because there was something missing, so it’s well on it’s way to taking shape. I’d really love to be able to write the whole thing and then post it to a schedule because that’s something I’ve never done before.

I did intend to use it for my big bang piece if I sign up again, but now it’s going to be chaptered, I really don’t want to have to post it all at once per the event rules, so... we’ll see!