#fic trade

[moxfirefly]

Greetings and salutations, I come bearing a part one to (I’m not sure how long) of a Fic trade I’m doing with the one and only @ray-jaykub

This honestly happened without much planning and we wanted to gift each other a oneshot of our choosing. In the midst of it we also decided to try a part 2 of the trade in which we choose the same ship and give it a world (which will be a bayverse take on Capritello!)

Ray was one of the first people I followed on here during my comeback to writing and I’m so happy ours has developed into a beautiful friendship 🥺so here’s to you bestie!

“My need to possess you

Has consumed my soul”

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Possessiveness was technically a synonym of jealousy, at least that’s what Leo noticed whenever the word showed up in his brain.

Much worse when it nested in his heart.

There was no reason to feel this. He couldn’t necessarily blame spring or his own thoughts on the matter. Couldn’t blame you entirely, no matter how many laps you’d ran in his brain. Nobody told him how pesky these feelings coursing through him could be.

But could he be blamed?

Could he be blamed when he grabbed you?

Caged you against the wall with his strong arms?

Could he be truly at fault when he nosed your neck, smelled the scent that so often never became unstuck from his clothes?

Leo could breathe you in for hours. Get every little bit of you stuck in his lungs.

So of course he can’t place blame when your hands come to rest against his plastron and the act itself has him shivering.

“Will you ever know?” Leo asks quietly, lips against the shell of your ear.

“Will you ever know just how truly mine you are?” You feel the ghost of a smile travel to your pulse and stay there. Feel the way his large hands grab your waist, the way those muscles wrap around you and lift you.

Beneath him is second nature to you at this point. It’s home to you, to feel the weight of him press against you, secure you, own you.

Possessive wasn’t perhaps the most welcoming of terms but you can’t deny that right here, right now with his mouth wrapping around your nipple, its true. Leo’s lips are soft and welcoming, they suck and twirl the sensitive nub and release with a wet pop that has you clenching your thighs around him. A large hand finds your neck, thumb caressing the soft flesh before it slithers upwards and into your hair. His nails connect with your scalp and the shudders alone have him grinning against your breast.

You chance a look down below and meet those blue eyes that have been glued to your every reaction since the moment he met you. Leo’s calculating after all, cunning if you will with how well he can decipher every little spasm or moan or shiver. He’s aware how to work you over, your body’s basically trained to his touch and that very thought makes him drive his hard cock against your crotch. Somewhere between a languid kiss and another gentle tug of your hair, he’s slid the rest of your clothes off to join his pile.

He feels his chest swell with another ounce of possessiveness over how perfect you look right now. The very idea of somebody else enjoying you like this, the very image of someone else working you up into a trembling frenzy forces him to reiterate his previous statement with more fervor.

“You’re mine, God, you’re all mine” He nearly slurs, drunk off of your scent and the warmth of your body.

Leo drives his hips against you, groans when he feels how wet and welcoming you are just because of him. Every ounce of self control has left the room, it left his body the second his lips found yours.

Reluctantly he detaches himself from you but only with the purpose of guiding his cock into you. That initial breach never stops catching him off guard, it never stops making his eyes roll in pleasure as he pushes inch by inch into you. From nothing to cocooned, nestled in your heat that he swears is perfectly made for him. He groans, eyes shutting briefly from the sensations of how you tremble around him.

Leo’s needy, he wont ever admit to it out loud but its palpable. It’s in the way that his mouth has to attach itself to yours again in a hard kiss. You’re overwhelmed in the most delicious of ways, with his hips slowly moving just like his mouth does. Both sensations purposeful, demanding. You kiss him back to the best of your abilities, trying to find your rhythm in the chaos of emotions that run through you. You feel stretched, you feel suffocated, you feel so very loved.

His mouth is still on yours, kissing with just a little more intensity, molding his lips to yours just as his thrusts pick up pace. You feel him up, from the sides of his plastron to the hard rippling muscles of his shoulders. He’s wonderful to touch, to feel the distinct features of his skin against your own, to experience every little jolt of pleasure you bring him. Such simple little vices he can never ignore, because he is so truly obsessed with you.

Leo’s mouth moves from yours to your neck with a particularly hard thrust. He bottoms out inside of you with a bite to your neck that makes your breath hitch. It’s dizzying, twists the inside of your heart with it all. When you move your head to allow him more space to mark, you catch the low churr that breaks goosebumps across your flesh.

His teeth sink a little harder, until the soft unblemished flesh has a pink hue that soon will give way to green and blue. Leo takes a second to lean back and admire his handiwork, admire that you’re already moving against his every thrust with every intention of getting off. God, he’s obsessed with the image, with your desperate need.

He has to smirk at your desperation, look upon your sweaty flesh as you lean back and raise your hips enough to drown him. He’s enamored with your spasms, the tightness he feels when you clench and beg for him to fucking move, to please fucking move.

“Tell me then,” And you know what he’s wanting.

“I’m yours, just-fuck!” Is all you manage when he props himself up by his forearms and honest to goodness just simply fucks you. His teeth find your collarbones and soon enough another bruise will blossom to remind you of him.

There’s a frenetic energy that overtakes him when you return the favor, when your own teeth find his shoulder. While you don’t possess the ability to break his skin, the intent alone has him thrusting harder, faster. “You feel…so god damn good” He mumbles against the corner of your mouth, and it’s so punch drunk of him to sound like that. He can’t help it, has to lift your legs a little more, make that tension build to its crescendo. There’s an ache burning on the backs of your thighs, both from the position and how hard Leo is holding them.

He catches your stare, sees how your eyes beg for him to keep going to please keep going.

His mouth finds your calf, teeth biting down on the sensitive flesh when his hips just begin to piston. The bed protests but it’s not important enough right now, you’re barely able to speak let alone worry about the bed meeting it’s end at the hands of Leo fucking you into it.

Leo’s lost inside of you, but his lips move from your calf to mouth ‘I love you’ with just that hint of boyish charm that made you fall for him. You try to say it back but your body decides it’s time to revert back to factory settings. You feel just how tight you get around him, enough to make him moan and fall forwards. The pressure of his body, the unrelenting force of his thrusts.

You feel hot and sweaty and suffocated.

But above all things so utterly in love.

“That’s it, that’s it!” He moans against your neck, the all too familiar stutter of his hips alerting you to his own orgasm. You chant his name, all assortment of cuss words when that warmth fills you up. Exaltation, Leo fills pure exaltation when he fucks his release deep into you, marking you and securing that something of his remains within you.

He’s panting against your neck, the hard plates of his plastron moving against your own soft chest.

Leo nuzzles you, snout greedily inhaling you. You’re both tired, but never tired enough for the lazy kiss he begin to give you. You’re on autopilot, following his lead but too content to care if your kisses are sloppy.

He feels warm against you.

He feels so utterly perfect inside of you.

#gift fic #fic trade #Ray-jaykub #tmnt bayverse #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #leonardo x reader #leo x reader #tmnt Leonardo #tmnt leo #Leonardo #smut #paimon writes

[verdiris]

Listen, my partner likes cowboy au's but I can't write for shit so if anyone has good fic recs or is willing to write some cowboy au! Steddie then I will happily produce more cowboy art 🙌

#art #fanart #digital art #steddie #cowboy au #fic trade #art trade #trade #deal #stranger things #fruity four #steve harrington fanart #steve harrington #eddie munson fanart #eddie munson #steddie fanart

[ray-jaykub]

'To fill a hole' NSFW Michelangelo x fem! reader

Warnings may include: Smut, yeah I think that's it

A/n: Me and @hagelpaimon did a little fic trade for eachother simply as a spur of the moment type thing and we wanted you to enjoy it as well!

Rating: MA

It’s late, your clothes smell stale and you're desperately trying to get the sounds of a crying baby out of your head. You take a deep breath. “I’m so ready to be home, that trip had been a total bust.” April’s eyes cut to you then back to the road. “That bad?” You throw your head back against the headrest, groaning. “Don’t even get me started, I’m just glad to be on the ground and in the city.” looking out the window, you take in the lights and people down the road. So many bad things, right after the other, had occurred in the month you were sure the next one would be spent recovering.

Your muscles were sore and your feet ached, a longing in your soul. Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time April clears her throat. “Well I know a certain someone excited to see you,” She stops at a red light, turning to you, “He’s been bouncing off the walls since you left. I’m surprised he hasn’t gone crazy.”That makes you feel alot better, smile even. The mental image of Mikey this past month is easy to see. Bugging his family, especially Raph, to the point of insanity while badly singing corny love songs to pictures of you on his phone. Even though You had called him and made a point to hear him everyday, it wasn’t the same as being with him. To feel his energy and love was addictive and you were experiencing heavy signs of withdrawal. Corny sounding, but true.

“I miss him too, don’t think I could leave for that long ever again.” She laughs, parallel parking beside your apartment. “You need help bringing your bags up? I know you’ve gotta be exhausted.” You shake your head and open the door. “Nah, it’s only two bags. I’ll text you in the morning though, be careful.” She waves, leaving you on the sidewalk.

This hallway has always smelt like damp carpet and cigarettes, you can hear various sounds coming through doors you pass. They’re all the same as when you left, the arguing couple, laughing college kids, and even the sound of what everyone thinks is a feral chihuahua. These sounds that used to keep you up at night, bothering you, now felt like a small warm welcome back into their presence. The white noise you’ve come to appreciate over the years. What you aren’t used to though is coming home to your lights on. You try the knob to see it’s unlocked and slowly you push your door open. The living room light was on but the rest of the house was dead quiet. Maybe you had left the light on in your hurry to leave? You shrug it off and drop your bags. Noone else has to know you’re home yet, it won’t kill them to wait another 12 hours.

You head for the couch, patting at your cat. “Hey Swirley, you miss me freeloader?” She meows, rubbing against your palm once and hopping off the bed. “Sounds about right.” God your feet hurt. You kneel down and start slipping off your shoes when you hear the sound of your window sliding open, specifically your bed-room window. Quickly, you get up and head down the hall and hear the sound of your boyfriend cursing. Whipping open the door you see Michelangelo rubbing the back of his head, bent over from hitting it on the window sill. He pops up though, startled by the noise and freezes.

“You’re home…”

“Yeah”

“When?”

“Just 30 minutes ago”

The silence is almost unsettling for who you’re standing in front of and even more so with the way he’s looking at you but when he smiles it's electric and you’re both moving on auto pilot. A clash of lips and teeth, his hands pressed against your ear but they move to slide into your hair as he sucks on your bottom lip. You quickly open your mouth to him and his thick tongue wraps around your smaller one. He swallows your moan and churrs heavily, hands rubbing over your back and to your thighs. You wrap your legs around his slim waist as he picks you up, clumsily turning around towards the bed. His arms flex as he lays you across the bed and lays his body against yours, a half hard on pressing against you.

He slips away from your mouth and trails wet kisses across your cheek to the crook of your jaw, sucking on the skin. “You-” He kisses down your throat. “-have no-” Sucks at the side of your neck. “-idea-” His hands rub down your sides and back up under your shirt, squeezing your love handles. “-how much I missed you.” Mikey’s body is now firmly slotted against yours slowly grinding into you, nose to nose you share the same breath. feather like you kiss him. “I missed you too, so much baby.”

 He quickly slips your shirt off and then tugs at your bra the next. “Take this off for me angel, yeah?” You whine as he pulls himself off of you, leaning back onto his shins, but it dies when he starts to strip himself of his gear. The straps that hold his board release and let it fall with an almost worrisome sound but before you can ask if it’s okay that’s when the real show begins.

 Big hands make way with the jacket around his waist and you falter in removing your own clothes at the sight of his waistline. The way it all dips and connects to what you’ve been wanting, the hard, sculpted plastron leading to his softer parts. When he starts to pull his shorts down you quickly take off your pants, tossing them  just in time for him to kiss you again. His hands are back on you, gripping your thigh and dragging you back under him. "Love these so much, so soft." His mouth is on your neck again, sucking darker spots on your collar bone. His hands tug your panties to the side and he dips a finger into your entrance, dragging slick up through your folds and catching your clit with the rough pad of his finger. Your toes curl when he drags down and up to it a second time and you have to swallow air.

"Please just fuck me already." Your own hands start rubbing the back of his neck and shoulders, admiring the raised skin on his shoulders. Mikey gently nips at your areola and laughs. "Can't wait to make you scream again." When you think he's about to adjust and pull his briefs down he instead flips you over onto your stomach. "Mikey what–" your voice dies in your throat as you feel him lift your ass up, keeping your shoulders pressed into the mattress.

"Sorry, just easier to touch you this way." You have to take a deep breath before your lungs collapse. Your skin pulses and your hips stutter when he slides a thick finger into your heat, kissing the apple of your ass with an open mouth. Eating you and taking you in like some once in a lifetime dessert, feeling your gooey insides with his fingers. His free hand reaches to roam under you, feeling up your stomach and squeezing at your chest, thumbing your nipple. You huff, lifting your head to look over your shoulder.

"I appreciate the attention but if I don't feel your cock in a minute I'll go feral." His head tips back, laughing. "Remind me after this I need to wife you up fast." Michelangelo sits up, peeling his boxers off with one hand and palming your ass with the second. Your hips jump at the feeling of his dick slapping your lips. He slips in-between them, nudging at your clit with the head. He bends over to kiss along your spine when he finally lines himself up against your entrance and pushes.

"Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck! I've missed you so so much, missed this pussy so much" He's whispering. Whimpering and you're sure you feel a tear hit your back but before you can look back again he draws back and slams in. Stars swim in your vision and your hands scatter to grab whatever it can hold, taking the sheet off the corner of the bed. He slams in again to test the waters and you swear your ass claps when he starts at breakneck speed. His hand slams down beside your head and he hunches over you, curving your back. His mouth is next to your ear, breathing out a string of curses and praising the way you feel.

You can feel your stomach knotting up, the string getting tighter and tighter. Reaching back you aim for his head to kiss him again but your hand slips and catches his chain. It has the same outcome but the way it affects him makes your eyes cross. He moans, loud and right into your ear, he slows his once and is now deep stroking. Slamming towards the end for emphasis and it's when he rolls his hips and brushes his head right against your g-spot, you come fast. Your head whips back.

"Ah! Yes right there, hooollly shiiiit" your voice slurs and your mouth waters. Mikey nudges his nose against your shoulder, slightly shaking and thighs tensing. He's out of breath when he asks, "W- where do I need to-" you cut him off. "God please inside!"

 All of a sudden a comforting warmness fills you, spreading from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. It makes your brain even fuzzier than it already was. Wet kisses are being sprinkled across your shoulders when he pulls out. "I've missed you so much, you have no idea"

"I think I have a clue." You're both laughing when he helps turn you over to lay beside him, pressed chest to chest. "Never leave that long ever again, I don't think I handle you being gone well" His arms tighten around you and your heart swells. Your troubles had all been forgotten and stay forgotten as you both lay in the dark.

#Tmnt x reader #Michelangelo x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles #Ray writes #Fic trade #Tmnt smut

[copiousloverofcopia]

Hey there ghesties!!!

Here is a new fic trade I did with the amazing @sirlsplayland with their OC Marzanna and Daddy to be Secondo!!!!

Thank you so much for allowing me to write for you! Hope you all enjoy!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

Timing Is Everything

Prime Mover Marzanna is ready to give birth to her and Papa Secondo's first child. As the time draws closer though all she can think of is convincing her hovering husband to give her some space.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Read below the cut!

The bed, laced with emerald silk sheets and a mountain of plush feather-down pillows, had felt like both her sanctuary and prison. While she was never happier, Marzanna entered into the last month of her pregnancy filled with anxiety. Everything was going smoothly, her and Secondo’s child growing strong and well throughout. However, the more her belly grew, the more her husband’s concern followed suit. 

Secondo was insistent on accompanying his Prime Mover everywhere. Not allowing her to do anything on her own. If by some unavoidable circumstance he was detained, Marz knew that she would get stuck with a clowder of companion ghouls in his stead.  While she loved him dearly for his dedication, his care, and protection—it was honestly starting to get on Marz’s nerves. 

The constant hovering and keeping watch, made her feel at times more like a captive by her condition than the excited, expectant mother that she was. It wasn’t his fault, Secondo loved her so very much that even the slightest note of sadness in Marzanna’s tone, or a less than enthusiastic look on her face, has always sent him into a spiral. Determined to figure out what was wrong and how to fix it—a trait he held for no other than her. A pregnancy with its aches and pains was bound to draw that out of him, but Marz was desperate for things to return to normal.

She missed being out in the fresh air. Her place of solace in the garden—an almost distant memory now that she had spent so much time away. Only days away from her due date. Missing the warmth of Primo’s humor and the scent of budding flowers as they filled the air with the most wonderful perfume. Marz let out a heavy sigh as she laid there, her husband by her side, knowing that it would not last forever. 

“What is on your mind tesoro?” Secondo asked her, looking up from his copy of The Expectant Father . Marzanna, smiling over to him as she attempted to sit up higher in the bed.

“Argh… my back has just been awful today.” she groaned, Secondo quickly popping up out of his chair to come help her. Shifting things around in the bed until Marz had found a more comfortable position. 

“Are you alright, is there anything else I can—” 

“No Sec, stop. You’re smothering me.” Marz laughed, joking with him, but also quite serious about his hovering. “Fine… could you please hand me another pillow?”

“Of course, of course.” he replied, grabbing another pillow to adjust behind her back. Watching as the look of contemplation fell over his wife’s eyes. “What are you thinking about?”

“I was thinking of skipping the meeting today, you go ahead without me.” she told him, knowing full well that he had refused to leave her side for days. 

“Amore. That's not—”

“Sec, now you listen. I adore you more than Lucifer himself, but you have to give me some breathing room. I already have limited space because of the baby, I don't need you making it worse for me too.” she reasoned, watching Secondo’s eyes fall.

“I’m sorry, I know I have been a bit overbearing.”

“A bit?” Marz laughed.

“Ok a lot overbearing, but tesoro I love you both so much. I don't want to miss anything. I don't want anything to happen to you or our child.” he reasoned, Marzanna seeing the heaviness weighing on his heart as he spoke.

“I know. I promise you we are going to be just fine. Why don't you let me have the day. Just today. I will go about my usual WITHOUT you or the ghouls trailing after me and you will see that things will be just fine.” 

“And if I do? Then what?” he asked her, confused where this all might lead. 

“Then I will let you carry me around the Abbey for the rest of this pregnancy if you so desire.” Marz laughed. “Just give me this one day Secondo, I’m going stir crazy here.” Though he was not thrilled with her proposition, as a man who very much valued his own independence and privacy he knew just how much she needed this. 

“You promise? Just for today?” he asked, sending her a smile. A smile that told Marz he was already, reluctantly, on board. She pulled her husband down to sit beside her on the bed, staring deeply into his eyes.

“Ti mentirei, Papa?” she winked. Secondo, rolling his eyes before pressing his lips to her forehead. Marzanna’s swollen belly nestled between them as he embraced her. Little kicks, fluttering away inside, drawing both their attention.

“He is so strong.” Secondo mused, a proud father already before his child was even born.

“He? What if it's a girl?” Marz asked him. Secondo had already been anxious from them being unable to know, Marzanna wanting to keep it as a surprise for everyone. Would the Ministry have a Papa to be or a Papess to be, everyone would find out soon enough. 

“Your cruelty knows no bounds. Besides, Emeritus men tend to have sons.” Secondo kidded, feeling the sting of Marzanna’s playful slug to his shoulder.

“Uh huh.” Marzanna said, raising her eyebrow at him.

“Now shall I help you to—”

“Sec.” she whined.

“Alright I will go. I shall see you this evening amore. Please…be careful.” he pleaded as he rose from the bed. Ready to allow Marzanna the space she so desperately needed.  

“I will.” she assured him as he made his way out of their shared Papal suite.

It had only been mere seconds since her husband had left the room and Marz was ready to go. Hoisting herself up from the bed, after a bit of a struggle, and frantically trying to decide what she might wear. Knowing her usual habit had grown a bit too tight in the belly to be worn at this point in gestation. Deciding instead to go for a more relaxed dress. Sweeping her white striped tresses up from her face and into a bun as she made her way towards the door. 

As she cracked it open, she half expected to find ghouls flanking the entryway. Astonished when she found the hall had been left empty. The sounds of the Abbey echoing from down the corridor in the distance. Marzanna beamed, ready to travel around the whole Abbey. Feeling the need to go exploring it as if she hadn’t lived there most of her life. 

“I think I will head to the garden first, Primo must be swamped with all the seedlings sprouting. I bet he could use some help.” she thought aloud. Slipping on her shoes before heading out the door. Just as her foot stepped over the threshold, another nagging pain came from her back. This time much more pronounced and crippling. 

Marzanna quickly held on to the doorframe. Her hand wrapped protectively around her belly and her breathing, quickening with the pain. Her discomfort had lasted only a few moments before she could fully stand. She tried to take things more slowly this time, walking carefully down the hall towards the grand staircase.

When she reached the landing, however, the pain hit her once again. This time however it was followed by a squeezing sensation that traveled up from her back and around the width of her belly. Instantly Marz stopped, her breath stolen as she winced in pain. She was having contractions—this baby was on its way. 

“You have got to be kidding me?” she cried, angry at her body for choosing now to go into labor, but also trying to wade through the pain. Marz tried her best to continue, but the contractions became too great. Bringing the normally strong and vibrant sister to her knees. As luck would have it, one of her husband’s ghouls, Earth came traveling down the hallway. 

“Earth!” Marz called out, now doubled over on the floor. 

“Sweet Satan! Sister Marzanna, what's wrong, is it the baby?” he asked. Marz couldn’t even respond. Teeth clenched and eyes squeezed tight as he ran to her. The ghoul impressively strong, lifting her up with ease off the ground and into his arms. 

“It's time. Take me to Papa, he’s with Sister.” Marz told him, barely able to get out the words. Earth, panicked inside, hoping that he would get her there on time or suffer Secondo’s wrath.

“Maybe we should just take you to the infirm—”

“Earth, I said take me to my husband!” Marz demanded. The look of fire filling her eyes and the pain overwhelming her. The ghoul took off in a flash, careful not to injure her as he made his way to the main floor. Pushing passed the crowd of confused siblings and ghouls as he took Marzanna right to Sister Imperator’s office.

“I’m telling you… we should give it a re-release. I know what the people want.” Secondo explained. The prideful Papa, kicking back in his chair as he, along with all the other members of the Clergy in the meeting, discussed bringing back the Phallos Mortuus collection for the upcoming tour. 

“It has been 10 years.” Copia reasoned, raising up his shoulders, letting them all know he wouldn’t mind it.

“Then it's settled. I will have Mr. Saltarian contact the merch team to have them re-issue it. Anything else on the docket for today?” Sister asked, looking over the paperwork scattered about along her desk. 

“I feel like maybe another release of Seven Inches—” Papa Nihil began before Terzo lifted up his hand to shush him.

“I’m gonna stop you right there old man. Your time has ended, the Tiktokers have moved on.” his son assured him, snickering between himself and Copia. Nihil stood there, pouting to himself as the meeting continued on. Sister Imperator allowing her face to fall in her hands in frustration with the antics of Nihil and his misbegotten sons, when suddenly there was banging at the door—frantic and loud. 

“Come in” Sister Imperator called out as the door came flying open. Earth and Sister Marzanna materializing within the doorway. Secondo immediately went into full blown panic mode, jolting out of his chair, all the color having drained from his unpainted face, 

“I think I need to borrow Secondo for a bit.” Marz said, doing her best to smile through her pain. Secondo rushed to her side. Almost taking out Copia and Terzo as he went to hold her hand. The other one placed tenderly on her belly. 

“Is it?” he asked her, tears beginning to fill his eyes. The hardened, stoic Papa—softening before his beloved Prime Mover. 

“It is.” she smiled, her own tears spilling down her cheeks. Finally the moment they had waited so long for had arrived. Just as they went to head to the infirmary, Nihil drifted towards them, a look of irritation in his eyes.

“Are we going to have to continue this meeting or are we finished?” he groaned. If his father’s insolence wasn’t enough to worsen things, Secondo turned to see a large gush of clear fluid pouring from Marzanna. Drenching both her and Earth completely from the waist down. 

“We better go, NOW!” Marz howled as another intense contraction ripped through her. The three of them, taking off like lightning to the infirmary. When they arrived, Marz was instantly placed in the bed, the doctor confirming that it was already time to push. Secondo, taking onAe of Marz’s legs while the sister nurse took the other. 

“Alright Marzanna this is it, I can see the baby’s head.” the doctor told her, in position for delivery. Marz was dripping in sweat, writhing in pain, her body working too hard to deliver her child. 

“You see what happens when I leave you? You go and decide to have the baby on me.” Secondo said, trying to lighten the mood only for it to backfire in his face when Marz turned to look at him with all the fury and rage of Hell in her eyes. 

“Sec. SHUT. UP!” she screamed, Secondo deciding to do as he was told. 

“Alright let's do this.” The doctor told her as the nurse helped Marzanna curl around her belly to push. Crying and groaning as she pushed with all that she had in her. Secondo, watching as their first child was delivered onto the world. 

“It’s a—”the doctor began when suddenly Marzanna fell limp. Her body, dropping down on the bed. Eyes closed and her skin clammy and pale. Secondo’s gaze widened, feeling like he was on fire within. Sweating bullets as the doctor went to check her vitals. Their newborn child, having been carefully handed over to her father.  

“Is she alright? What's going on.” Secondo commanded, though the fear inside him caused his voice to stammer. Scared with every fiber of his being that something awful was happening to the love of his life—his beautiful Marz. The tears stung in his eyes, almost blinding him from his surroundings as Secondo waited for the doctor to say something—anything to let him know that all would be alright. Trying his best to calm down the baby who was crying its lungs out within his arms.

“It’s alright Papa, she’s gonna be just fine. Childbirth takes a lot of someone.” The doctor assured him. Secondo bursting into tears in front of them all. Not caring who saw the emotion, the relief he felt. Both Marzanna and their child would be ok.

It was hours later now when the sounds of chaos and crying returned to a quiet calmness. The room lights dimmed as an exhausted Marzanna rested in bed. Her husband loyally at her side, as their small newborn baby, slept so peacefully in Secondo’s arms. Both of them, feeling more happy than they had ever felt in their entire lives.  

“She’s perfect isn’t she?” Marzanna asked, smiling over to Secondo as he watched lovingly the small bundle wiggling gently in his arms. Quiet coos from a sweet, slumbering babe, like music to his ears as he couldn’t help but sniffle. 

“She is, just like her mother.” Secondo turned to kiss Marz. His eyes filled to the brim with his tears. Beginning to fall freely between them as they both laid gentle kisses on the baby. 

“We made her… the most beautiful thing in creation, our little Zara.” Marzanna cried, looking deep into her husband’s eyes. Having loved him more now than ever. The bond between them immortalized their love for all time in this little life they created.

“I will love you until the moon and stars fall from the sky.” Secondo promised her as he stared down at her. Marzanna, pulling him back to look at her, adjusting to be closer to him, though she was still sore from the birth. Ready to face the pain in order to kiss the man she loved and adored. Just as their lips met, the baby began to stir. Waking from her gentle sleep and erupting in a cry. Pangs of hunger for the first time having reached her belly. 

“Oh my, looks like we are getting interrupted.” Marz laughed as Secondo handed her the child. Readying the bottle to feed her, the small baby instantly suckling away, almost soothing her back to sleep. 

“I am sure it won't be the last time… seems like we will have to take our moments when we can.” Secondo smiled. Marz nodded, content to know that their family was complete at last. She leaned in to kiss Secondo, warmed by his affection as she spoke.

“You know with kids, timing is everything.”      

Notes: Ti mentirei, Papa?- Would I lie to you Papa?

#Fic trade #secondo x oc marzanna #secondo x marzanna #secondo x sirlsplayground oc #secondo #papa ii #papa emeritus ii #mild childbirth content #pregnancy #fluff #ren writes #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfics #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction

[aurora-astra]

Authors note:

HIIIII so before you read it must be known, this really cool person @havingarebelliousstage reached out to me to do a fic trade!!! (I’ve never done one before so I thank them for their patience lol) I thought I would mention it because I was very hyped when he asked, so yah 👍 enjoy!

Nightly patrol was something that Batman had installed ages ago, and yet almost everyone was out this particular night. [hero-name] and Nightwing were assigned to the majority of Gotham, Batman decided to do some solo things but like always he was secretive about it. The whole time the iconic pair was out, Nightwing was pestering [hero-name] over coms, nothing they couldn’t ignore, just a cocky nuisance.

“Hey love bug,” he giggled to himself as he taunted his lover. Y/n could almost hear the pleased smirk as they groaned from their perch on a small buildings roof.

“I swear to God, Dick, if some criminal slips by me I’m blaming you,” they complained, trying to focus on the street below. They could almost hear him coming up with another name on the spot as soon as they said that.

“You know you like it,” he simply replied. The two went quiet, [hero-name] actually searching for criminals and Nightwing thinking of his next dumb nickname to call them.

[hero-name] spotted a robbery going on in a small convenience store across the street. They rushed to the spot, and grunted as they disarmed the robber. Nightwing took this as his opportunity, calling to them saying “need any help honey bunches?” At this, [hero-name] almost dropped their grip on the criminal, but as they urged the cashier to call the police, they cursed under their breath so only Nightwing could hear, or so they hoped.

When the pair were alone on coms once again, [hero-name] was expecting a smug nickname to come from their lover. As expected, Nightwing’s voice rang through the com, “from what I heard, you handled that well… snookums.”

[hero-name] audibly groaned from embarrassment. “You are an absolute nerd,” they protested, but the pair broke into a fit of small giggles anyways.

“Hm well I will be back, bubba, just don’t cause too much trouble while I’m taking care of this person,” Nightwing commented, using a rather tame pet name this time around.

[hero-name] just shook their head, and continued to patrol the streets. This night seemed calm for Gotham, a crime-ridden city that was filled with unfortunate citizens. Of course, there was almost no such thing as a city without crime but there was something different about Gotham. [hero-name] was almost worried by how quiet it was, but they decided to let it slip their mind as they slithered from alley to alley.

Nightwing huffed on coms, presumably having taken care of the issue, and suggested they meet on a certain street as their patrol was ending.

They both arrived at almost the same time, and greeted each other with a brisk hug, much to [hero-name’s] dismay. They discussed their patrol that night, and how quiet it was, leading to a comfortable silence as the two walked and surveyed the street.

[hero-name] countered the silence, “well I say it’s time to head in… schmoopy. Batman probably won’t be happy if we aren’t back sometime soon.”

[hero-name’s] words effectively shut Nightwing down. As much as he loved to tease them beyond bear with ridiculous pet names, he never expected them to retaliate like this. Somehow, this only boosted his ego.

He smirked, and turned to face y/n, “what did you call me?”

“You heard me.”

“What if I didn’t?” He spoke as he pulled them into an alley to wrap his arms around their waist, “could you repeat yourself?”

y/n scowled at Dick, wishing they hadn’t given in to their lover’s silly game. They let out an exasperated breath. “I called you a pet name, like the ones you always call me. Do we have a problem?” They joked as their hands found their way to his shoulders.

“Hmm, I don’t think so, babes,” he grinned and relished in y/n’s touch.

“All jokes aside, we do really need to get back,” they reminded him, only after a quick and refreshing kiss.

As much as Dick wanted to enjoy their company for longer, he knew they were right.

They hopped from roof to street to roof all the way back to the mansion, and after peeling off the hero suits and bidding goodnight to the other members of the house, y/n and Dick shared a meal and slipped into bed. And as they admired their lovers sleepy face, y/n secretly wished that patrol could have lasted forever.

End notes:

Heyy thanks for reading!!! I tried my best to make this a bit longer of a fic so I hope you all liked it :)) thanks again for doing the fic trade, @havingarebelliousstage !!! I had so much fun writing this. To anyone reading, please make sure to read their fic that they wrote for me (it’s about Jason Todd and I am throughly excited). Farewell 🤭

#fic trade #dick grayson #nightwing #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x y/n #nightwing x y/n #dick grayson x you #nightwing x you #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral pronouns

[astercontrol]

art traaaaade!

@mayertis-not-a-user 's part of the trade, featuring glorious OTP Ram and Tron

precious Ram, who never got a goodbye kiss because he did not live to see the invention of kissing

…let's fix that for him RIGHT THE HACK NOW.

aaaand my part of the trade! featuring Sark/OC:

#tron #tronblr #tron 1982 #ram tron #tron fanfic #ram/tron #art trade #fic trade #sark #tron fanart #fanart #drawing

[aceing-on-the-cake]

Second Collaborative Idea

Honestly I'm just gonna keep posting these as I come up with them because I just miss working together with people on a project and I think it's a neat way to meet new people.

Art and Fic Trade!

I've seen these done with big bangs but I'm not in any currently and idk I have time and I'm open to the idea in general.

Basically my proposition is same as a general art and fic trade, if you draw fanart, I'll write a fic (5,000 - 10,000 word max) or a ficlet (<5,000) to go along with your art. Or the opposite can be true. I can write you a fic (either like a very specific idea you have but you just don't want to write it or something more general like this ship, this kind of au, these tropes) and you draw fanart to go along with the fic.

Fandoms I'd Be Cool to Do This With

Good omens

Supernatural

Stranger Things

MHA

Percy Jackson

Feel free to hit me up if you're interested at all! You can direct message me here or send me a friend request at my discord: cassemiah.

Reblogs are appreciated so this leaves the sphere of only my mutuals (but my mutuals are absolutely allowed to hit me up as well if this sounds interesting to any of you guys)

#fic trade #art trade #fic and art trade #ao3 #ao3 fic #good omens #good omens fanart #good omens fanfic #supernatural #supernatural fanart #supernatural fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanart #stranger things fic #mha #mha fanart #mha fic #percy jackson #percy jackson fanart #percy jackson fic #reblog

[moonbeam-dragon]

Buried (BoulGraham)

@frosty-tian

Here's my half of the trade.

#transformers rescue bots #rescue bots #boulgraham #tfrb boulder #tfrb graham #graham burns #art trade #art/fic trade #fic/art trade #fic trade

[iamforsaken]

HELLO TUMBLR!!!!!

I AM CURRENTLY IN THE PREDICIMENT OF..... : WRITING BLOCK!!!! AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS THAT MY FRIEND WOULD LIKE A FANFICTION TO EXIST THAT DOES NOT EXIST YET.

I DO NOT HAVE THE WILLPOWER TO WRITE SAID FANFICTION, BUT I COULD WRITE SOMETHING ELSE.

I PROPOSE: A FIC TRADE!!!

I WILL WRITE SOMETHING FOR YOU, YOU WILL WRITE THE STORY FOR MY FRIEND.

1,000 WORDS, BEETLEJUICE SCREAMING KINK. BEETLEADAM, BEETLEBABS, OR BEETLEADAMBABS.

PLEASE CONSIDER!!!

MY AO3 ACCOUNT NAME IS SAMBOT2000XP, YOU CAN FIND MY WRITING THERE.

I WILL WRITE STAR TREK, RE-ANIMATOR, MLP, SLASHERS, ANYTHING THAT I HAVE WATCHED AND ENJOYED!!!!!

MESSAGE ME OR COMMENT HERE.

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[strawwritesfic]

Yuki Sohma x Female!Reader: For the Moment

Summary: Sometimes it takes the chaos to hear the silence again.

Fic Trade Prompt: "Silent Snow”

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All (Christmas; Post-Curse!Yuki Sohma; Not Sohma!Reader; past!Yuki/Machi; not Anti-Machi; Ayame/Mine; Kakeru/Komaki; Hatori/Mayuko; Kakeru & Yuki; Ayame & Yuki)

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Notes: This is obviously meant to be post-series, but I didn’t really take into account his “brawler” personality that developed toward the end there. Also: I love Machi, and any negative comments about her will be met with my face going >:( 

For the Moment

It was the night before Christmas and all through the flat, two creatures were stirring–especially the rat. When Yuki disappeared shortly after picking you up from work, you expected him to be in the bath, trying to warm up after so much time spent out in the snow. You found him, however, in the living room, hanging up stockings. Behind him stood the twinkling Christmas tree, already ornamented; next to him sat a stack of (badly) wrapped presents.

“Busy while I was out?” you asked after you had taken all of this in.

“I just thought it would be a nice surprise for when you got home.” Yuki sat back to admire his handwork on the stockings. “I picked up the cake as well.”

“Huh. Sounds like there’s not much more for me to do.” 

With that, you collapsed gratefully onto the couch. Even after having lived with Yuki for the past four months and finding that his family was more than willing to pay all the rent, you still couldn’t bring yourself to quit your cruddy retail job. It would have to do until you graduated–though the holiday rush was causing you to rethink this plan. You couldn’t ever remember being so tired before.

As your eyes drifted shut, Yuki hummed in agreement. The cushion next to you shifted, and then you felt Yuki’s hands gently shifting you so that you were leaning against him. 

“Still upset that we didn’t go visit my family for Christmas?” he asked you.

You could hardly believe that he was bringing up your stupid almost-fight. Did you appear at all as though you were in the mood to berate him at that moment? Maintaining consciousness was difficult enough. 

“You just don’t want me to meet that ex-girlfriend of yours you have all those pictures of,” you said.

To your surprise, Yuki chuckled. Though he certainly wasn’t as quiet as he’d been when you’d met him in your first business course two years back, the fact that he thought something funny enough to laugh like that had you opening your eyes.

“Tohru was never anything more than a friend,” Yuki said with such a sweet smile that you wished you hadn’t brought up the matter to begin with. “I merely thought it would be nice to make our own Christmas traditions.”

He had such a weird way of saying nice things when you least expected them. Staring at him probably only made your embarrassment more evident; you had to cover by snorting and settling back onto his chest. 

“I hope you’re okay with our Christmas traditions involving me falling asleep on top of you,” you said.

The gentle fingers in your hair were answer enough. “I don’t mind. The quiet is nice.”

Perhaps if Yuki hadn’t said that, the scene that followed would never have happened. Almost before he had finished voicing the sentiment, someone began to pound on the door. He disentangled his hands from your hair.

“I wonder who that could be,” he said as he got to his feet. “I told Kakeru not to come.”

Woe be unto Kakeru had he chosen to go against Yuki’s expressed wishes of being left alone on Christmas. It didn’t seem like Komaki would allow Kakeru to go over Yuki’s head, but you were well enough acquainted with the couple to know that she wasn’t always able to restrain him. You were so confident that whoever it was at the door would be expelled, in fact, that your only response was to roll over and try to go back to sleep.

“What’s this? Is [Name] such a child at heart that she goes to sleep early on Christmas Eve to expedite the arrival of Santa Claus?” 

That voice. You knew that voice. Your eyes popped open, and you flipped over to see, to your horror, Yuki’s older brother standing in the living room. 

“But Yuki!” Ayame cried. “You did not tell me how whimsical your girlfriend was!”

“Ayame, what are you doing here?” Yuki demanded, rounding the corner with Mine in tow. He looked much more upset than he would have had the visitors actually turned out to be Kakeru and Komaki–and with good reason. “I told you not come!”

“I know that, Yuki, but I also know what a lonely Christmas it would have been for you and [Name] if you’d really had to spend it alone.”

“Let me guess.” Already Yuki looked as tired as you felt, and his brother hadn’t even been there for ten minutes. “Everyone else in the family had plans that didn’t involve you.”

A very long pause followed this statement. Then, Ayame beamed. “Don’t be silly, Yuki! I will have you know that there are only three men in the entire world that would go to such lengths to spend Christmas with their brothers–I, of course, being first among them.”

Yuki only frowned.

“We tried to visit Hatori and Mayu’s,” Mine whispered, holding a finger up to her lips, “but Hatori slammed the door shut on us.”

“Did he,” Yuki stated. 

Ignoring this, Ayame threw himself on the couch next to you. You opened your mouth to tell him to get the hell away, but he interrupted you by slapping his palms several times against his legs.

“Come, come! It was a rather long trip, you know. It would be polite in this situation for the woman of the house to offer refreshment to her guests.”

“Ayame…” Yuki began in a sigh. Too bad for him that he had missed his chance to smooth things over.

“Hey,” you said. 

Ayame didn’t react. 

“Hey, you. You with the stupid hair. I don’t cook.”

He ignored your jab at his hair and, blinking, said, “Still? I would have thought Yuki would have tamed you in the months it has been since our last meeting.”

“I. Don’t. Cook.”

“Well, why don’t you at least try?”

“Ayame,” Yuki said, more sternly.

“What? Is this another situation like Tohru’s? Do you expect me to take [Name] out for a meal as well?”

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” you said shortly.

“Whyever not? After all, I have decided to forgive you for taking the place of Machi as Yuki’s beloved in his heart.”

“Gee, thanks,” you said through your teeth. You’d never met Machi, but given the constant asides you got about not matching up to her when Yuki’s brother was around, you were seriously starting to dislike the girl. 

Yuki must have sensed this, because he rapidly attempted to change the subject: “So how is work at the store?” he asked Mine. “Are you busier than normal?”

“Yes, of course!” She lifted a large piece of fabric you had assumed to be her coat. “I brought some projects along so we don’t get behind during vacation.”

Yuki appeared very relieved. “So that’s not something to forcibly change [Name] into?”

“What?” you asked, but no one heard.

“Don't be silly,” Mine sang. “[Name] isn’t as cute as Tohru or Machi! Dressing her up would be a waste.”

Quite abruptly, you got your feet. The other three in the room fell silent. You didn’t bother to answer their unasked questions as you began to traipse toward the door–at least not until Ayame decided to speak up:

“Good heavens. Could it be you’re going to get food since you are so adverse to the idea of preparing it?”

“I just need a breath of fresh air,” you snapped, threw the door open, and shut it behind you before he could say anything to make you angrier. 

Outside, you could no longer hear his voice. All was silent and dark. Everyone else in the apartment complex, it seemed, was inside, enjoying their loved ones or a nap. Lucky them. Once Ayame decided to stay, he normally didn’t leave until Hatori came looking for him. For once, you could actually look forward to your hectic work schedule, as it would get you out of the house more often.

You felt bad, knowing that you had left Yuki inside to deal with his relatives on his own. He said that his relationship with his brother had only improved in the past few years, but they still clashed frequently enough. Still, Yuki was not the one constantly being compared to women he had never met or being told that he wasn’t good enough for his significant other–an idea you heard fairly often anyway, considering that most people at the school thought Yuki far too rich and beautiful to date someone like you.

Your bitter musings were interrupted by the door nearby opening. You spun quickly on the spot, preparing to run if it was either Mine or Ayame. The worry was needless; Yuki stepped out and closed the door behind him.

“You forgot your coat,” he said as he offered it to you. “And your shoes.”

“Oh,” you said. “Sorry.”

Unsure of what to say in the way of an apology for your recent tantrum, you simply took the coat and shrugged it on. 

Yuki continued to look upset. “You’re not going to leave, are you?”

“To go get food for that guy? Fat chance.”

Yuki blinked. “No, I meant–Ayame didn’t put you off of me forever?”

It was your turn to blink. “What? No! I just–I need a warning whenever Ayame is going to come around so I can mentally prepare.”

“I don’t think I can promise that.”

“I know.” 

You sighed wistfully and stared off into the distance. The apartment complex had transformed into a wonderland of sorts, dark with squares of light shining from each room and snow falling quietly down all around you.

“[Name], I’m sorry. Ayame means well. He just doesn't know how to express it. And I don’t think you’re worth less than Tohru or Machi. They’re both very good people, but I’m not dating them. I’m dating you.”

You nodded. Suddenly your throat felt tight and your eyes felt as though they were burning. God, if you cried and Ayame walked in on it, you would have to punch him to save face.

“I’m sorry,” Yuki said again, “for ruining your Christmas.”

“Eh?” 

You looked wildly up and around at Yuki. His eyes were focused quite firmly on the ground beneath his feet. To get his attention, you grabbed his hand with one of yours. 

“Christmas isn’t ruined. In fact, I bet this is the best Christmas I’ve ever had, even if Ayame does decide to stay half a month,” you said.

“But he’s so loud.”

“It’s quiet out here.” 

Still looking at you, Yuki cocked his head. For the moment, all was silent but for the gentle hissing of the snow as it melted against the hall floor. Even that slowly dissipated as the flakes began to pile up against one another. Yuki smiled.

“That’s true. And it’s definitely not quiet inside.” He squeezed your hand before adding, “I know getting food for them is a hassle, but I bet there’s no one else out for a walk right now. Want to pick something up so we can stay outside a little longer?”

You squeezed his hand in reply. “I’d like that.”

“I’ll go get your shoes.” 

Before ducking back inside, Yuki pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. It did not take long for him to return, likely because he had refused to explain your disappearance or need for shoes to his guests. You pulled your boots on equally fast, then allowed him to hold your hand again as the two of you set off. The snow that continued to fall was perfectly silent.

#fan fic #straw writes #reader insert #second person pov #fruits basket #yuki sohma #fic trade #christmas #yuki sohma x reader #yuki sohma x you #yuki sohma x y/n #fruits basket x you #fruits basket x y/n #fruits basket x reader #yuki x reader #yuki x you #yuki x y/n

[simpalert]

Okay I know about art trades, which are fun, but I have also seen writing trades once, so, I think you know what's next😙

ooh, u wanna do a arttrade?but with writing?? that sounds like fun X3

i'd love to, just dm me and we can talk about it :D

#no one cares kira #shut the f*ck up kira #kira rambles #kira talks #fic trade #writing trade #sunyandmony #answered asks #thanks for the ask!

[teeth-farie]

A Rock and a Hard Place

Julian/Delphi

Notes: oc/canon, confined spaces, frottage, fingering, trans Julian, biting

☞. . . A fic trade I did with my best friend @ghoulfriendfangs ! This is their apprentice Delphi having some fun with Julian >:3

Delphi and Julian were a chaotic mix. They knew how to have fun, even if it ultimately ended in a concussion or trying to make bail for the other.

This time, however, is a little different than the others.

The pair found themselves frantically squeezing into an alleyway after a chase with a drunken brick shithouse of a man, the drunkard stumbling past the divot in the wall a hair's breadth after Delphi and Julian squeezed in.

They wait for the footsteps and slurred cursing to fade out, their breaths heavy and hearts racing. Seconds pass by, the sounds of the night the only noise to hide their hushed panting. And when they’re positive they’ve run home free, they burst out laughing.

Julian’s laugh is like a bark, deep from his chest in a mix of relief and exhilaration. Delphi almost immediately follows, their laugh like a hiccuping snort. It’s not the first time this has happened, and it certainly won’t be the last, but as the laughter dies down and the pair begin to notice exactly how they’re puzzle pieced together, it becomes crystal clear that this is a new one.

Delphi’s thigh slots between Julian’s and his between theirs, pressed chest to chest and nearly nose to nose. It would explain why it was so hard to wiggle in to hide, and now that the danger is gone and adrenaline remains, it becomes much more…erotic. Julian can feel the heat pool in his gut, the warmth between his legs start to get hotter—and Delphi is no better, their cock stirring in interest.

“Well,” Julian says almost breathlessly, craning his neck down at the blue haired magician. “It seems we’ve gotten a bit…jammed.”

Delphi digs their fingers into his sides. “Enough talk, kiss me, pirate boy.”

A rush runs through Julian’s body, thrill catching on each of his vertebrae like Delphi was using his ribcage as a xylophone. Oh, how he loves how demanding they are.

Julian groans into their mouth when their lips collide together, his knees weak and his cunt throbbing at the thought of kneeling down. It didn’t used to be this easy to make him so needy and aching, but he supposes that’s just Delphi’s charm and allure.

Delphi presses their tongue into his mouth, sloppy and barely coordinated and just how he likes it. Julian feels smothered in them, a thigh between his and a tongue down his throat—he wouldn’t have it any other way. Delphi swallows down his whimper, fingers pressing into his hips and stomach, sliding under his loose blouse and groping his chest.

There’s a certain kind of heat between their bodies; Julian can feel Delphi’s cock chub up against his thigh, thick and hot. They wiggle their hips, grinding against his lithe thigh forcefully. A moan chokes out of his throat like he was the one rutting against a leg, muffled against the magician's eager lips.

“Y-you never skip a beat, duh-darling,” the doctor pants when Delphi lets up, mouths still close enough to breathe in each other's breath.

“You love it.” They snicker, sliding cold hands down his waistband. Julian shivers, fingertips brushing over his happy trail and slotting right into place between his thighs. His hips stutter at the feeling, familiar but always so electrifying.

“Y’r wet for me,” Delphi croons, grinning wide as they rub their fingers through his lips and folds, dipping down to that wetness and coming back up to his hardened clit. He grabs tight on their shoulders, hot fiery heat on his cheeks. “All loose too.” They say to no surprise, two fingers sliding home and crooking up.

Julian’s knees wobble and shake, his teeth biting down into his lip to muffle his cry. He can still feel the stretch of their fingers no matter how malleable he may be (and rigorous rounds the night before make sure of that). “Delphi,” he gasps, rutting his clit against their angled palm. “Delphi!” He cries louder as they crook their fingers again, slotting right against his sweet spot.

They sink their teeth into his collarbone, like biting into ripe fruit- a little pop as they pierce the flesh.

The good doctor makes a sound akin to a dying animal and euphoria all the same, clenching down on their fingers. Warm blood bubbles and gushes, dirtying Delphi’s tongue and they groan happily, humping their swollen cock against his leg. Julian’s hand shakes as it rises, cradling the back of their head as they bite and suck, almost vampiric in nature. He certainly wouldn’t mind if they drained him dry.

“Good boy,” he can hear muffled and grunted into his kiss bruised skin, dull pain setting his nerves alight. He preens under the praise, following Delphi’s pumping fingers with his narrow hips. Each thrust in has the heel of their palm grinding deliciously against his needy clit, their fingers stroking and rubbing right where he needs them to.

Delphi dislodges their teeth and kisses the fresh wound, their stomach growing tight and aching as they seek the friction they crave from Julian’s thigh. They grow sloppier, yet still energetic, pinning him to the wall with their hips and hands, rutting against his tensed muscles. They’re close, he knows it.

“Please,” he begs, riding their fingers, wetness coating his pants. “Please, c-cum, please, please,”

His fate is in their hands, they could leave him aching and hungry, they could tease him more, but they’re already so close.

“Do it then, hah, birdy boy.” Delphi lovingly teases, and opens their mouth again-

And bites firmly down on his peaked nipple. Julian jumps and sobs like he’s holding a live wire, and it’s just enough to send him over. He squirts right into Delphi’s hand and soaks his pants. It trickles and bubbles through the fabric, splattering onto the dirt ground.

The magician suckles on his abused nipple in apology, fingers pulling from his cunt to firmly rub his clit as they chase down their high, bruising Julian’s hips and thighs with the forceful grind- growing shaky and unsteady until it all coalesces and they cum in their pants with a gasp.

The air is thick and heady, heavy breaths passed back and forth. Both bodies are still cramped and sweaty, but now with jelly bones.

Delphi pulls their hand out of Julian’s pants when he cries of overstimulation, his legs and everything in between sore and spent.

“Hah..haha, a quickie for the books, right?” He laughs breathlessly, his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead.

“Definitely,” Delphi admires their handiwork with a sigh. “Wished I coulda fucked you proper, though.”

Julian’s face burns so hot they could fry an egg on it. Perhaps…he’s not as spent as he thought.

#spicy #julian #apprentice delphi #fic trade

[thatrandommatildafan]

anyone in the marauders fandom wanna do a fic trade/ fic and art trade?

#marauders fandom #marauders #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #art trade #fic trade #jegulus

[sister-lucifer]

oh btw this is your reminder that i trade fics for art

if you’re an artist and would like a fic made especially for you (especially if you’re like me and have hyper specific ideas) and would like to do a trade, lmk!

#art trade #fic trade

[hiseternalmayfly]

Sinners Before The Cross

My part of a Fic/Art trade with @whispywoodland/@amaltheasdreams. If you're interested in doing a fic/fic or fic/art trade with me send me a message!

Characters: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Tri98) & Molly (S/I) Pairing: MollyWood Word Count: ~1.4k CW: 18+ MINORS DNI. Sex in Church, Praise Kink This was written for Molly and their ship with Wolfwood. Other Wolfwood self shippers please do no tag as your ship or you will get blocked. 💕 As always, feedback and comments are welcome!

"Funny, I thought you woulda burnt to a crisp if you stepped foot in here."

Molly turned their head quickly, standing up from their kneeling position in front of the altar table. Their attention turned to Wolfwood, who stood in the doorway leaning against the Punisher. He had a smirk; he always loved to be cocky with them. Good thing they could return the favor.

"Aren’t you one to talk? I wouldn’t say you’re very Godly yourself, Wolf." One hand rested on their hip, returning an equally cocky smirk towards him.

Wolfwood sauntered towards them, setting his heavy cross against the pew chairs with a relieved sigh. His shoulders relaxed as he reached an arm out, pulling their body closer to his in a side hug.

"That’s where yer mistaken, darlin’. I’m the big man’s right-hand man." His facial expression was serious, but his voice oozed with sarcasm. It was enough to get a snort and a snicker from Molly. "So tell me, what are you doin’ in a place like this?"

Molly’s eyes ogled the large golden cross hanging from the walls, surrounded by beautiful stained glass windows depicting the teachings of God. Such a shame that their past drove them to separate themselves from the teachings of the church, as the artwork and aesthetic were beautiful in their opinion. "Can’t someone just admire the beauty of a buildin’?" 

"Course you can, doll face. Though, if we’re talkin’ beauty, you certainly outshine the decorations." Wolfwood’s teasing smile did not reflect the sincerity of his words. He placed a gentle kiss on their temple, giving them a soft squeeze. "I could admire you all day."

Molly’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, and the cheesy words of their lover drew another laugh from them. "I could say the same ‘bout you, you know. You had me love-struck the day I first saw you. Meryl’s been teasin’ me about it ever since."

"Well, them insurance girls can read everyone like a book. Even me. The big girl knew I was comin’ to look for ya." 

"You came lookin’ for me? Shucks, aren’t you sweet?" Molly turned and planted a deep and loving kiss on his lips, which Wolfwood was happy to return. Their taste was one to savor.

The two parted after their long kiss, staring into each other's eyes with passion.

"‘Course I did. We finally got a day where we ain’t trailing blondie ‘round. I’m not gonna waste the opportunity to pamper my handsome one." Wolfwood moved in to close the distance between the two of them. Two firm hands gripped Molly’s hips, pushing them gently until their back was firm against the altar table.

"In here, Woof? Why don’t we take it back to the inn and–" 

Molly’s words were interrupted by a fierce kiss; hungry lips pressed against theirs as Wolfwood’s tongue snaked out and explored their mouth. Molly could feel Wolfwood smirk as the action drew a whine from them. A soft gasp escaped as they were lifted up and set down gently onto the table, legs pushed apart so Wolfwood could get as close as possible.

His lips moved from theirs and began trailing downward, from their jaw to their neck, nibbling and teasing the skin, all to draw soft moans from Molly.

"That’s a good boy; keep makin’ those noises for me." Wolfwood purred, showering Molly with praise for how well their body responded to his advances. Another delightful snicker came out at how easily Molly melted under his touch. Calloused hands snaked up their shirt, cupping Molly’s breasts firmly. His thumbs traced circles around their nipples, slowly moving in until he thumbed over them. All the while, he continued to nibble at their neck, leaving a few marks so everyone knew Molly was firmly taken.

"Wolf–ah– Slow down there for a second." Molly’s voice was breathless, and the heat was quickly building between their legs. His touches were calculated, and he knew exactly where to touch and press to get them going. They raised their arms to help Wolfwood get rid of their shirt, discarding the fabric on the floor of the church. 

Slowing down was the last thing he was going to do. His lips moved from their neck to their chest until he took their hardened bud into his mouth, sucking gently. The hand that had been teasing their breasts was quick to snake itself into their pants, fingers brushing against their wet folds.

He released their breast with a lewd pop, glancing up with a smirk. "Look at ya, already so wet. You’ve been wantin’ this too, haven’t ya?" His fingers began to circle their clit, watching as Molly rolled their head back in delight, gasping out a plea for more. "Good boy, give me more of them noises. Show God who you really belong to."

His mouth returned to their breast, giving attention to their neglected nipple. He swirled some of their slick around his finger, moving downward to slide a single digit inside of them.

"Wolf–oh god…" The air was pulled straight from their lungs as his finger curled into their sweet spot, which he wasted no time teasing with his long finger. All they could do was watch in delight, their eyes hazy with lust and need.

"I gotta taste you…" 

The digit was hastily removed, fingers ripping down their pants like he was dying of hunger. "Lay back and spread your legs, darlin’."

The desperation in Wolfwood’s eyes made Molly’s own desire grow. They laid back on the table, pushing their legs apart to give him access to their dripping sex.

Wolfwood grabbed their legs, resting them on his shoulders as his tongue traced across their folds, glancing up to see the blissful expression Molly made. It was all the encouragement he needed to keep going.

His tongue swirled around their clit, lapping up the juices like it was the first drink he'd had in ages. All of it to hear the wonderful noises from Molly as they called out his name, begging for more. No one could touch them quite like he could, and they both knew that.

"You're so fuckin' wet, doll face. You taste divine…" He whispered gently, continuing his assault on their sensitive bud. "Think yer ready for me?"

"Please, Woof. I need ya." Molly pleaded desperately. The sound of Wolfwood undoing the zipper on his pants made them shudder. Their eyes gleamed with excitement when they saw his hard shaft press gently against their folds. He rubbed it back and forth, causing both of them to moan.

"Keep yer eyes on me." Both hands rested beside Molly as he entered into them, grunting as their walls squeezed around his cock. "Fuck..yer tight." His words were followed by a satisfied growl as he buried himself to the hilt.

Molly’s expression of bliss was a sight to behold. Wolfwood took a moment to thank the Lord that someone so perfect was in his life and belonged to him. "Please…move."

Wolfwood was pulled from his thoughts by their words. He placed a kiss on their cheek. "Anything for you, my good boy." His pace was slow for only a moment as self-control slowly began to drain from him.

The way Molly’s body took him so perfectly made him want to drool. "It's like you were made for me. You take me so well. That feel good, sweetheart?" 

All Molly could do was nod their head in reply. Each thrust from Wolfwood had them seeing stars as his cock pressed firmly against their sweet spot.

"Keep makin' those faces, and I'm gonna fuck ya till the sun goes down." Wolfwood leaned over their body to whisper these words into their ear. He was enjoying the sound of skin against skin that filled the church. "Come for me, baby." He whispered again.

Wolfwood's hand rubbed circles around their clit to urge them towards their orgasm, his own building like a tight knot about to snap.

Molly threw her head back, arching their body off the table as their orgasm slammed them hard. Their walls spasm around Wolfwood.

"Fuck me–" He groaned in pleasure. It was enough to push him over as he buried himself inside, releasing his seed with a relieved moan.

The two of them remained there as their heavy breaths filled the space between them.

It was Molly who finally broke the silence with a giggle as they leaned up to press a loving kiss against his lips. "Round two?" 

Wolfwood happily returned the kiss, stroking his fingers through their hair.

"You're on."

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Welcome to my corner of the hellsite!

I haven't done this in a while so I figured it was time to update it.

Hey, I'm Cass

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I also post fics on ao3 but to be honest I haven't updated any of those in a while, my poetry account is much more active.

Pronouns are in bio but if it matters I'm genderfluid/nonbinary/trans and those switch regularly so if you're not sure, shoot for they/them then he/him. I'm also aroace spec and so you'll find either posts I've written or a lot of reblogs dealing with both aromantic and asexual identities on here.

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