#just unrepentant pwp

[itshype]

Ao3 WIP Tag Game!

I was tagged by @nonamemanga a while ago but I didn't have time to do this until now! Thank you for thinking of me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Thirty Eight! (37 on my account and 1 that is currently anonymous!)

2. What's your AO3 word count? 170,914 (oooh!)

3. What fandoms do you write for? Netflix's Wednesday (2022), DC Comics (Mostly Batman), Danny Phantom. Other fandoms I have written for but I wouldn't consider myself as currently writing for are; Disney's Descendants first film, Teen Wolf, Fantastic Beasts and where to find them the first film and Netflix's The Witcher. If we're counting my long-abandoned fanfiction account I have also written Dr Who fic, I think maybe a Sherlock one and Without a Trace (2002-2009)

4. What are your Top 5 Fics by Kudos?

In ascending order:

5) Hang On, I Still Need You (Descendants)

4) The Captivating Case of Percy’s Imaginary Date (Fantastic Beasts)

3) Bad Boys, not Bad News (Teen Wolf)

2) Espy Me, While I Watch You (Teen Wolf)

1) a language they cannot understand (Teen Wolf)

5. Do you respond to comments? If I can think of something to say! I can't always though unfortunately.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I generally write the most unrepentant fluff so I think Once Bitten, Never Shy? But I still wouldn't classify that as angst.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Again, most of them are pretty happy! I'm not going to reread 38 fics to check but the overall fluffiest, happiest AU I've written that comes to mind is The Only Garden My Heart Will Ever Grow In.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I don't think I've gotten hate in my comments but I did get an unkind comment on Tumblr fairly recently saying I needed to get a lot more feedback before publishing (I do have betas) - amongst other less friendly suggestions.

9. Do you write smut? No sorry. When reading fics I'll be like "Hmm this unsafe-kink, publicly-set, PWP is a little too vanilla." But when writing I'm like, "They kiss...with the tongue....I guess."

10. Do you write cross-overs? Yep! A bunch! I haven't always loved crossovers but over the last few years I've really come to enjoy them. On my account is a few DC x DP fics (Danny Phantom and DC Comics) and one, very poorly written Batman and The Witcher I never want to think about again.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? Niet.

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Yes! Not all of them are published and I don't think I currently have a cowritten fic on my ao3 account but yes, as a process. I enjoy it but also find it challenging to blend writing approaches and deal with time zones.

13. What is a WIP you would like to finish but doubt you ever will? All my fics are completed. However I just begun a new AU (Wyler) that's VERY ambitious so we'll see how that goes.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? Malec. Have I ever written a Malec fic? No. Will I? Probably not. The fandom is low key intimidating. But in my heart I have so many AUs.

15. What are you writing strengths? I think my comedy and worldbuilding?? Maybe? I'd feel more confident if a reader of mine weighed in on this.

16. What are your writing weaknesses? Length. It took me almost the whole year to get to the end of A Standing Reservation in the Eye of the Storm. I'll never be one of those people who can smash out 30k in a few days.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I'm not 1000% sure what this question refers to. I think it's important to check that any real-world language is written correctly. But with real-world languages AND conlangs, ensuring readability is so important. My preference is probably the sentence in English with the dialogue tags something like "he said in flawless Mando'a" but an immediate translation in parentheses at the end of the paragraph (hover text is good but doesn't work on mobile) is decent OR have the in-text reply make the dialogue fully evident:

"3456 234567 2345?"

"Oh, I love this song too, I'd love to dance with you!"

Encoded footnotes are alright, and my detested option is full separated out glossaries that give the meaning of each word used for me to string into correct order for each sentence. A headache.

18. First fandom you wrote for? Can't be sure...I think I was involved in a Five Find-Outers and Dog fanfic (not that I used that word) as a child that never made it near a computer, let alone the internet.

19. Favourite fic you’ve ever written? OH easily A million years ago, last night & at the end of all things (also known as AMYAL). The words flowed and I loved every moment. However, I did also love writing Espy Me, While I Watch You back in 2017. I wish the third story in the AMYAL verse came 1/3rd as easy.

20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day? None! Often after a fic is fully published I never think about it aga...That's all a total lie and I feel sad DAILY over the complete hash I made of Pry This Home From My Cold, Dead Mountain because I loved my au so much and I failed to show anyone why. It was just NOT good.

Tagging: @suchaladyy, @cosmic-lullaby, @katwitchwriting, & @writerrose1998 + @ohnomybreadsticks (If you'd like to be tagged please lmk and I'll add you ASAP!)

#ask games #tag games #writing #WIPS #wednesday #netflix's wednesday #jaylos #i wish i had malec friends honestly

[banannabethchase]

fuzzy socks screams dannyuta to me!!

Lights Down Low - also on AO3

~

Yuta gets Danny alone and gives him the time of his life. Again. He doesn't even get a chance to take off his socks.

~

Inspired by my Spotify Wrapped song #77 "Lights Down Low" by Maejor feat. Waka Flocka Flame. Unrepentant snarky PWP, y'all.

Oh my god. Okay, so I thought I was supposed to write a Spotify Wrapped fic with 77, but it was supposed to be 71, so now I am reworking the fic to apply to December Prompt Challenge day 4: Fuzzy Socks. Roll with me.

~

Yuta grabs Danny by the waist and throws him against the wall, kissing him with a fury. Danny’s knees go weak – this is how he likes Yuta best. Violent, aggressive, and so consumed with getting Danny how he wants him that he doesn’t even wait.

“Get naked,” Yuta growls, looming over Danny. “Now.”

Danny grins up at him. “Yeah? Not even gonna bother with the lights?”

“Don’t need them,” Yuta says, and it seems Danny’s not moving fast enough for him, because he yanks down Danny’s sweats. Danny doesn’t even get a chance to kick off his socks. “There you are, pretty boy.” He licks his lips. “God, I love your cock.” He dives down and sucks it into his mouth before Danny can even breathe.

“Fucking – you could say hello first,” Danny says, sliding one hand down into Yuta’s hair.

Yuta pulls off his dick in a truly cruel move. “Hello,” Yuta says, bitchy smile even more insufferable when he’s wearing those glasses in this low light. “Mind if I suck your cock?”

Danny drops his head back onto the pillow, because surviving Wheeler Yuta is easier if he doesn’t have to look at him. “Yeah, fucking – do it.”

“I was,” Yuta says, and he pauses to lick up Danny’s cock. “But somebody required pleasantries.”

“Pleasan – god, I hate you so fucking much,” Danny moans. “Don’t stop, though. Please.”

Danny feels Yuta take him all the way to the back of his throat, an unfair talent learned from his time in the BCC, and Danny already knows what Yuta’s going to do.

“Don’t fucking – let me come this time, please?”

The words are a mistake. Yuta pulls back. “Let you?” Yuta asks. “I thought you didn’t do anything anybody told you to do.”

Danny rolls his eyes as he pushes himself up on his elbows. “I – you know what you do.”

Yuta grins, a glint in the darkness, and Danny is worried he’s falling just the tiniest bit in love. “What do I do, pretty boy?” Yuta asks, keeping eye contact as he licks with a long and talented tongue. It circles the head of Danny’s cock, and it’s almost impossible to keep his eyes open. “Get you all worked up when I go after your dick like I can’t get enough of it?” He slides his mouth down Danny’s cock and it feels like heaven and hell at once.

“Saying shit like that is why I can never manage to kick you out of bed,” Danny says, forcing himself not to snap his hips up into Yuta’s mouth. He knows what happens if he does that. It means he waits at least another hour.

Yuta chuckles as he pulls off of Danny’s cock, pressing a wet, messy kiss to the tip before he grins up at him. The trail of saliva and precome connecting the tip of his dick to Yuta’s lips threatens to kill him. The way Yuta licks his lips almost does.

“Jesus,” Danny sighs. “I really hate how good you are at this?”

Yuta shrugs. “Practice, pretty boy.” He winks and sinks back down, and Danny straight up wails.

“You gonna at least fuck me this time if you tease me this bad?” It’s almost impossible to keep his hips still. “If you get to – to get at my dick, I should be able to have yours.”

“You begging now?” Yuta asks, grinning up at him.

Danny nods, all sense of attitude gone. “I am,” he says. “Fuck me. Please?”

Yuta’s still for a minute, that predator smile still locked on Danny. Then, before he can move, Yuta’s flipped him over to his stomach.

“I think your ass is even prettier than your dick,” Yuta muses. Danny can’t see him, but he can feel the way Yuta’s hands grip at his ass. Danny forces his mouth shut – he won’t beg again. “You want me inside you? Want me to fuck you until you cry again?”

Danny whimpers, biting at the pillow to fight back the words please god yes anything everything I want it all.

“You have to say it,” Yuta says, and he trails his finger down the crease of Danny’s ass, along the swell, down along his thighs. “I’m not doing anything unless you ask for it.”

Danny bites harder into the pillow. And then he realizes: it’s hopeless. He looks over his shoulder. “Please?” he whispers.

Yuta leans down and bites at one of his ass cheeks. “Please what, pretty boy?”

“Fuck, I hate you,” Danny sighs. “Please fuck me and let me come. You asshole.”

Yuta laughs as he spreads Danny’s cheeks. “Good boy,” he says, letting the praise linger in the air. “I knew you could be nice for once.”

Danny rolls his eyes and shoves his hips back, and grins when he bumps into something. “I hope I just hit your face with my ass.”

“It was my chest, but nice try,” Yuta retorts.

Yuta’s not mean enough as he drives his slicked-up fingers into Danny. He never is. He’s almost sweet about it, caring. Danny wants it harder, faster, less precious, but Yuta refuses.

“Gonna make you beg for it,” Yuta promises, every single time. “Remember, I only hurt you in the ring.”

That’s the problem, though, isn’t it. That it never hurts with Yuta outside the ring.

Danny snaps back into it when Yuta scissors his fingers in a perfect little way. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he pants. “Do that again.”

“With my fingers or my dick?” Yuta asks. “Because it feels like you’re ready for either one.”

“Both,” Danny says. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying at this point. “Either. Fuck. Come on.”

“Say you want it,” Yuta says, his fingers only half as good as what Danny really wants. “I want to hear it.”

“No,” Danny grumbles. “Just fuck me.”

“Nope,” Yuta singsongs, and god those fingers are good but they aren’t as great as Danny knows Yuta can be. “You gotta ask for it.”

Danny groans, shoving his face in the pillow again. “Fucking fine!” he half yells. “Fuck me with your cock, Yuta. I want it so deep inside me I forget who I am without it.”

Yuta’s fingers still. “I – okay. That was…” He trails off. “I’m gonna fuck you now, yeah?”

“Please fucking do!”

Danny slumps against the mattress when he finally feels Yuta push inside him. It’s like the rubber band has finally been released, all the tension snapped out of him.

“Good?” Yuta asks, and he pulls back just enough that the head of his cock is threatening to leave Danny.

“If you don’t put that back in me and rail me with it, I swear to god, Wheeler…”

Yuta laughs, almost nervous. “We’re first naming, huh?”

“Shut up,” Danny grumbles. “Just – come on.”

The drag of Yuta’s cock inside him, the overwhelming feeling of Yuta’s weight over him, shoves Danny deeper into the moment. He never admits it outside of these times with Yuta, but he thinks this is where he belongs, ring or bed. Surrounded by Wheeler Yuta, fighting him until the last possible second.

He rocks back on his knees, shoving himself backward, and he tunes back in just in time to hear Yuta say, “You always feel so fucking good, fuck.”

“You gonna come?” Danny asks, closing his eyes. “You gonna lose it first?”

Yuta whimpers, and Danny feels it. Something about Danny’s words pushed Yuta over the edge, and Danny shivers as he feels Yuta fill him, hot and possessive.

“Hah,” Danny laughs. “I’m counting that as a tap.” He clenches around Yuta who hisses, and Danny knows how oversensitive he must be.

“Fucking – you’re awful.”

Danny chokes on a gasp as he feels two fingers shoved inside him and a hand curled around his cock, and he moans before he can stop himself. Practiced, knowledgeable fingers stroke inside him and then he’s coming, all over himself, all over the hotel bed. Yuta murmurs to him, sweeter than he should be, through it. He pulls his fingers away when Danny twitches away from him and flops down on the bed. He doesn’t even care he’s in the wet spot. It’s Yuta’s hotel room, anyway.

“Damn,” Yuta says, wiping his fingers on Danny’s back, “talk about Monday Night Raw.”

“I fucking hate you,” Danny grumbles, but he still rolls over into Yuta’s chest, and still tangles his limbs with Yuta’s.

“Are you wearing fuzzy socks?” Yuta asks, rubbing his feet against Danny’s socked feet. “Still?”

“Fuck off,” Danny mumbles, shoving his face into Yuta’s chest. “You went after me in the hallway. I didn’t have time.”

“They’re cute,” Yuta mumbles into the top of Danny’s head. “Maybe I’ll get myself a pair.”

Danny laughs. And he doesn’t mention that he has a pair in his luggage he was thinking of gifting Yuta for Christmas.

~

Also I make no apologize for that last joke. Not a one.

Mini Playlist:

Lights Down Low - Maejor feat. Waka Flocka Flame

Hit it From the Back - Kim Petras

Chokehold - Adam Lambert

No Mercy - Austin Giorgio

#Y'all don't want to know how I came up with that Monday Night Raw joke #Anyway #Here have a pornfest!!! #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes #DannYuta #sarahcakes613 #december prompt challenge 2023

[doctorprofessorsong]

ICYMI, Destiel PWP Valentines smut for you <3

As @ilarual put it: unrepentant "Destiel meet and are immediately just unspeakably DTF about it" smut

Worth 1,000 Words

Excerpt:

This is the stupidest idea I've ever had. Blame tequila. And Charlie. And maybe drunk past Dean was possessed by nefarious supernatural forces. That's probably it. There’s no other rational explanation for the fact that Dean is sitting in Baby staring at a yellow bungalow with his gut twisted like some sort of Gordian knot. Dean digs his phone out of his pocket.    Dean: if this guy murders me, I'm haunting your ass Charlie: oooh. A haunted ass? I'm gonna pull so many cute goth girls  Charlie: maybe I'll wear a black veil. I think I could pull that off Dean: you are literally the worst Charlie: you love it. Now stop procrastinating. Charlie: You're lurking outside like a weirdo, aren't you? I can feel it from here, dude.  Charlie: go inside.   Dean sighs down at his phone.  He's not lurking. He's simply assessing the situation. He's being cautious. Sensible.  In these modern times you never know what kind of weird psychopath might be hiding behind an innocuous advertisement for services.  Especially boudoir photography services. What kind of guy takes pictures of naked strangers for a living? He probably has a 1970s pornstashe. And unironically wears one of those Hugh Hefner smoking jackets.  Hell, this guy probably lures unsuspecting people to his lair so he can get off on taking pictures of their naughty bits before he kills them and buries him in his bright, sunny garden for fertilizer. Those sunflowers look a little too healthy.  Well, Dean Winchester is nobody's plant food.  He reaches to start his car. He will simply head home and resume his previous Valentine’s plans - Tombstone and a carton of Rocky Road. His phone dings.   Charlie: I'm serious Dean. I can hear you overthinking this from here. Don't make me cut off your Prime access. I will change my password so fast. Defeated, Dean grabs the keys from the ignition and slides out of the car. 

#destiel #deancas #destiel anniversary #deancas anniversary #destielversary

[mychemicalrachel]

i mean… since i’ve already asked once, maybe the kink prompt will also do? 👉🏻👈🏻 14 for andrew and k? pretty please?

[PWP PROMPTS]

Ahhhhhh hell yes! This was such a fun relationship to explore!! Thank you so much for this prompt!!! 💕💕

14. Dirty Talk

Andrew Minyard and Joseph Kavinsky were different breeds of similarly rabid dogs. Violent and unrestrained, vicious and unrepentant. Warning signs visible from miles away.

The thing Andrew liked most about Kavinsky was his mouth. His bark often preceded his bite– and God, what a bite it was.

Once he had sunk his teeth into Andrew, there was no going back. Honestly, Andrew wouldn't have it any other way.

Andrew had a hard time with people, talking to them and understanding them and respecting them. With Kavinsky, there was no such issue. If he didn't like something, he had no problem letting Andrew, or anyone else, know it. And when he liked something… that was when his teeth really came out.

"I said harder, fuckwad," Kavinsky snapped, his position on his hands and knees in front of Andrew not one of authority by any means, though that didn't stop him from making his demands. "Are you even making an effort? Come on, Minyard. Harder."

Grabbing a handful of Kavinsky’s hair, yanking his head back, Andrew fucked him harder.

Kavinsky cackled, then moaned, sated for only the briefest of moments. It never lasted long. He was always hungry for more, more–

"More," Kavinsky said. He wouldn’t beg and he wouldn't plead, but unlike most of Andrew’s previous partners, he didn't take what he wanted without asking either.

"Tell me," Andrew growled. With the strands of Kavinsky’s dirty hair threaded through his fingers, he used the grip to pull Kavinsky up, closer, holding him to his chest as he pushed into him from behind. Another sharp laugh caught in Kavinsky’s throat when Andrew bit down on his earlobe, teeth scraping across his neck, not only hard enough to feel, but to sting. "Tell me what you want."

He knew that Kavinsky wanted everything, but he would accept whatever it was Andrew would let him have.

Kavinsky said, "Fucking hell," and then nothing else for a long time. His head fell back onto Andrew's shoulder and Andrew could feel Kavinsky’s lungs expanding in his own chest where they were pressed together. The closest two people could ever be to one. "God, you feel so good. I want you to fuck me so hard I feel it for days."

Andrew closed his eyes and thrust deeper, harder. He wasn't as talkative as Kavinsky but he was far more eloquent and he knew exactly what Kavinsky was trying to say– he wanted Kavinsky to feel this long after they'd both come and gone. He wanted Kavinsky to think of him when it hurt just to sit down, and he wanted Kavinsky to become breathless at the reminder of how full Andrew had made him feel.

"Shit, Andrew," Kavinsky moaned, and Andrew thought that was the full sentence until Kavinsky added, "You're so fucking big. So good. So… fuck."

"Tell me," Andrew repeated and if his pace before had been punishing, it was downright torturous when he slowed. He knew the angle to hit Kavinsky’s prostate just right, the way to wrap his hand around Kavinsky’s leaking cock just how he liked, to put Kavinsky on the very edge of an orgasm without tipping over.

Kavinsky’s eyelids fluttered as he tried his damnedest to stay present, coherent, and he swallowed hard, loose and pliant in Andrew's capable arms. "Andrew," he breathed, maybe the closest to a plea that Joseph Kavinsky would ever come. "Want you to come first. Jesus fuck," he shivered against Andrew, "yes, right there. Need you to fill me up. And then I wanna come with you still inside me, with your fingers in my mouth."

Andrew's hips stuttered. He thought, probably, he could come just from the sound of Kavinsky’s voice painting vivid, lewd fantasies. He wanted to pick Kavinsky apart, play out his wildest dreams, learn him inside and out– if only he could trust Kavinsky the same way Kavinsky trusted him. It was a work in progress.

Someday…

"You wanna hurry it up, Minyard? I'm getting bored." Though Kavinsky’s breathlessness betrayed how much he was enjoying himself, his fingers grasping at the sheets because he knew not to touch Andrew without his permission. 

Andrew thought, probably, he would let him touch, if Kavinsky asked.

"Please," Kavinsky gasped. "Fuck, do not make me beg. Andrew–"

As tempting as it was, to make Kavinsky beg, to see if he would, Andrew didn't have the patience or the stamina tonight, as Kavinsky sighed, "Come for me."

Helplessly, hopelessly, Andrew did.

#kavinsky #andrew minyard #aftg #trc #minyinsky #that's their ship name now I'm coining it #prompt #🔥🔥🔥 #joseph kavinsky

[crackinglamb]

Fic Author Self Rec

Tagged by @dreadfutures, thank you! 💕💕💕

Tagging @ir0n-angel, @fasterpuddytat, @pikapeppa, @sinsbymanka and @sorrelchestnut. No pressure, as ever.

When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love.

I've written a lot, you know, over several fandoms. This was incredibly hard. In the end, I determined my own favorites are the ones I have reread over and over. And even then I'm gonna cheat with some honorable mentions at the end.

In chronological order:

1 - Unexpected (FO4, F!SoSu/Kellogg, rated E, 30K words, 'ware the tags). Listen, sometimes you just need to be the change you want to see in the world. Kellogg's arc disappointed me on many levels. From the standpoint of him being a 'villain' to the possibly haunting everyone's favorite synth bait. This was my first truly canon divergent AU, and I never meant for it to become a full fic, I honestly didn't. But I ended up falling in love with the concept I'd created, so I had to see it through to the end. I have a weakness for the broken ones. Tien Xu remains the OC with the darkest backstory. Seriously, pay attention to the tags if you read it.

2 - Accidental Synchronicity (ME, Jack|Subject Zero/Thane Krios, rated E, 17K words). Ahh, rarepairs. Completely unplanned ones, at that. To date I am still 22% of the ship's authors. A one off line in the main fic of my Shakarian series became a plot bunny that wouldn't quit. It grew into a slice of life romance that covered the events of ME2 and ME3, leading to canon's hamfisted ending for Thane. The only reason I didn't change it is because it was already established elsewhere. Still, it remains one of the fics I am most proud of.

3 - Hope Is a Fragile Thing (DA:I, Solas/OFC, rated T, 13K words). In a lot of ways this fic was an experiment. I love to write MCIT's, but it's hard to come up with a backstory sometimes, so I didn't make one. I wanted to write something post-canon, a favorite trope of mine. And I wanted to completely finish a fic before posting it. Many, many of you have found me because of Twist, which is light and relatively fluffy, to say nothing of its sequel that is pure, unadulterated sugar. But angst with a happy ending is my bread and butter.

4 - Of Ruins and Restoration (DA:I, Cadash & Solas, rated G, 3870 words). If you asked me where Lark Cadash came from, I would immediately blame Manka (with all the love, of course), because without her whole entire throng of Soladash works, I wouldn't have fallen down this rabbit hole. Suffice to say, I got hooked. And then I got Ideas(tm). OR&R is the culmination of many headcannons about dwarves, the desire to have more content for a ship I didn't know I needed and the feverish grip of the Muse that sprang out of my head wholecloth at the end of 2021. It is the introductory work for this character I've absolutely gone to pieces with love for. Eventually there will be more of it, but for now it stands alone as a oneshot. There is a companion oneshot that falls outside of her 'canon', as well.

5 - What a Wicked Game to Play (DA:I, Solas/OFC, rated E, 278K+ words, current WIP). 😏 Did you really think this wasn't going to make the list? WG is everything I have ever wanted to put into a fic, and Imogen is the character I have always wanted to write. Aside from being the new shiny (because it really isn't at this point), I have enjoyed almost every moment of digging into the lore and rebuilding it from the ground up. I have so many plans and so much left to tell for my curly haired girl.

Honorable Mentions (in no particular order):

Junkyard Dogs (FO4, F!SoSu/Hancock, rated E, 107K words) my very first fic.

No More My Heart Beats Without You (DA:I, Solas/F!Trevelyan, rated E, 5555 words), sad, angsty pwp. 'Ware the tags.

Unrepentant (DA:I, Solas/F!Lavellan, rated E, 3096 words), smutty dark!Solas Fade shenanigans.

And Maker Damned Fools (DA2-I, Varric/F!Hawke, rated E, 16K words), my vector into writing DA. I will go down with this ship.

#tagged #fic author self rec #dragon age #fallout 4 #mass effect #Lamb writes #...a LOT

[cutieterrarium]

faithful company (you and me)

[read on AO3] 6k

-- kaeluc -- masturbation --- (kaeya watches diluc) -- pwp -- (with feels) This fic is explicit.

part 3/3 of [set my heart on fire]

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When the figure slipped through the carriage door, only instinct saved him. Then he registered who it was—fortunately for Kaeya, who looked bemused at the knife at his throat. "Hello to you too, sweetheart," Kaeya said, dryly. He was smiling, however. For a long moment, Diluc only looked at him—long enough that Kaeya's smile edged towards uncertain. He looked the same, with his ridiculous cape and overly flashy earring. And slightly awkward—his height forced him to stoop a little. And yet, the sight of him caught Diluc off-guard, and not just because he'd snuck into the carriage. Diluc put the knife away. "You caught me by surprise," he said, unrepentant. "... Yes, that was the point," Kaeya said dryly. "Surprise!"

Diluc returns to Mondstadt. Kaeya is happy to see him.

#kaeluc #terra-writes

[bereft-of-frogs]

so I guess this happened today O_O

#this fic...had 300 words this morning #it is...unrepentant pwp #for the underrepresented OT3 and i #k #it is not what i had intended to work on today but #okay #i also went to the gym but i only went for like 30 minutes since i didn't get there until like 230 #and i showered (obviously) and cleaned a bit so that's good! #i have like two scenes left two fill in but that seems doable #if it doesn't turn out in the cold light of day to be terrible i'm aiming to post on friday since it's my birthday! #k so this is...sometimes this just happens and i get through writing a fic in one day and i'm like 'what happened' i can't explain it #if you don't believe me it's okay i don't believe me either #but i know what i had written this morning and it was one 300 word scene #i'm going to stop here before i burn out XD #underrepresented OT3

[caffeinechesters]

rootingformephistopheles replied to your post “So… I’ve been floating the idea of writing a wincest mommy!kink fic...”

*chinhands* go on

Okay, like at SDCC Jensen made a comment about Sam being a great wet nurse.. which is like putting catnip in front a cat and makes me want to turn that into complete and utter mommy!kink (and feminization bc they go hand in hand) filth, possibly with lactation/pregnancy kink because why not.

So, it would start innocent enough with Dean teasing Sam about mothering Jack, but to really get under Sam’s skin after a particular temper tantrum with Jack (who goes to their room), Dean goes behind Sam in the chair in the library, leans down, and says “How’s mommy doing? Regretting their decision yet?”, but all Sam can focus on is Dean’s proximity and the little jump in his pulse when Dean essentially whispers mommy in his ear.

Sam kinda blushes, ducks his down, which Dean picks up right away. Which Dean, being a big brother thinks he has hit pay dirt, continues with, “Oh Sammy, like being called mommy?” and when he notices that Sam breathing heavier, looking flushed goes on to add, “You like the idea of taking care Jack, playing house? Hmm.. I guess that makes me daddy, then, and I’ve been neglecting my pretty little wife...”

Dean pulls Sam’s chair out, pulls him up for a kiss, and proceeds to steer Sam towards the table, and pushes him to sit down on the top. He starts unbuttoning Sam’s shirt, making sure to grope Sam’s chest, playing with his nipples while working to get his undershirt off. Sam’s definitely looking like being ravaged, his jeans tented and rutting against Dean.

“So, mommy has sensitive nipples, hmm? Wonder if I’ll get anything if I suck hard enough, “ Dean says before latching on. He sucks, flicks his tongue while nursing, massaging the breast he’s latched onto while playing with Sam’s other nipple, loving how Sam shivers when one of his gun calluses catches it.

“Dean please, please Dean.. Let’s go back to your room... You can fuck me, I’ll ride you, if we go to your room,” Sam whimpers, “Jack could walk out here anytime.”

Dean pulls off, and Sam is trying to get to feet, when Dean tells him “Come on, every kid walks into their parents doing it. We haven’t had sex on the table since Jack’s come home with us. We need to rechristen it.” 

And Sam, despite his protests, is okay with a quick fuck on the table; he’s pretty sure he’d had to give it a moment before he could walk down the hall without feeling the incessant throb of his dick against his zipper. Dean, gets the nod he’s waiting for, and puts his hands on Sam’s shoulders, pushing him back down on the table, trailing kisses from Sam’s mouth to the top of his jeans, opening up Sam’s jeans. “Lift up,” is all Dean says before he removes his jeans and boxers in one go. Dean mouths around his dick, working down, pulling Sam’s legs up over his shoulders, when he starts working his tongue into his hole. Sam is still open from their morning romp, so Dean quickly starts adding a finger, then two, scissoring Sam open. He gets up from knees, keeping Sam’s legs on his shoulders, open and waiting, while Dean’s just unzips his jeans, pulling out his dick, and quickly strokes himself, and lines up his dick.

“Such a beautiful picture, all spread open and wet, just waiting for me to fuck you,” Dean leans down into Sam, adjusting Sam’s legs up and out, bending him in half and as he enters him, stopping when he’s completely inside, “Hmm.. Do you think Jack would want a younger sibling? Does mommy want another?”

“Oh god, Dean, please just fuck me,” Sam whines out, his fingers trying to dig into the wood of the table, clenching around Dean to coax him into moving.

Dean readjusts Sam’s legs again, wrapping them around his waist, and begins to fuck into Sam, His hands make it back to Sam’s chest, alternating between playing his nipples and massaging his pecs, while nibbling Sam’s neck.

“You never answered me,” Dean asks, “Does mommy want me knock her up? Does she want me load her up?”

“Dean, please,” Sam pants, feeling close and scratching down Dean’s still clothed back, “knock me up... I wanna feel you.”

“Mmm.. Too good for me,” is all Dean says before quickening his pace, moving his one hand to Sam’s hair, pulling slightly.

The table is groaning underneath them and the sounds of fucking echoing in the library. Sam feels Dean’s rhythm going erratic, pushing deeper into him, when Dean whispers into Sam’s ear, “I wanna see you come for me, mommy” as Dean wraps his hand around Sam’s dick. He manages a couple of strokes before he feels Sam clenching around him, moaning,  and Dean pushes as deep as can before coming.

They both stay that way, catching their breaths, when Dean smirks.

“Don’t you dare say anything Dean,” Sam warns, bracing himself, for what Dean is about to say.

“I always knew you were a girl Sammy, right down to liking to be called mommy,” Dean teases him, “It’s hot has hell though.”

Sam was just about to say something sentimental when they hear footsteps into the library, followed by a scream.

Instead, Sam pushing Dean off yells and tries to find his clothes while Dean is laughing, “I told you Jack was going to catch us! You go find him and try not to scar him anymore!”

He hears Dean zip up and as soon as Dean about to go into Jack direction, he yells to Sam, “I won’t scar him, bitch!”

Sam is left alone in the library were did his life go so very wrong yet so very right to have both Dean and child, albeit being Lucifer’s, in his life.

#rootingformephistopheles #wincest #bottom!sam #this is just unrepentant mommy!kink pwp #i didn't mean to write this much #i'll probably clean this up add a bit more then post on ao3 #i just meant to write a little and the brain went 'lol no.. write more porn'

[deputychairman]

Ooh! Ooh! 🖐🏻🖐🏻

2, 8 and 18 for the meta ask please and thank you!

The archaeological excavation of the tumblr asks i wanted to answer on the clock and then couldnt because I actually had to do work at work continues: thank you so much for helping me fight for my labour rights by asking, you are a true friend

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

Oh ho ho ho, I don’t want to spoiler anything in Anabasis but we're almost there and literally WHY would anybody write ‘Mr Miyagi’s ghost appears to Johnny Lawrence looking for Daniel’ and then NOT LET DANIEL SEE HIM TOO? That would be unbearable, I actually had to be careful not to over-emphasise the grief of that waiting period or the fic would turn into a goddam tragedy, so I’m looking forward to writing (finishing writing) when they finally see each other again. But I’ll also need to block off a good period of time for like, processing my emotions because *Oscar Isaac ‘I only have myself to play with’ (quizzical look into the camera).gif* - you know. Where is all that gonna come from if not from me? I’ve only ever had one recurring dream which is that my father isn’t really dead, he’d been there all along but I’d somehow forgotten him and neglected him, which I wake up from feeling about as awful as you would expect! And you know what, I think I’m going to give that dream to Daniel, see how HE likes it.

8. Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?

Hmm thematically yes, but I can enjoy reading characters being at least 50% meaner to each other and enduring a situation that is 50% darker than anything I would write myself. I also love unrepentant porn, as a reader, but my skills don’t really lie in that direction as a writer, and stuff like – ok, ok, ok, I will be reading every filthy little PWP where Terry Silver does unspeakable things to Daniel LaRusso, ok? Are you happy now? But I’m not gonna write that because it’s really hard! I have so much admiration for people who can give me 10k of porn that knocks me out with devastating character growth and insights into the human condition AND are consistently hot (or honestly, just filth is good too). That shit’s an art form that deserves more credit - @some-stars @spaceoperafeerie @merv606 I'm thinking of you!

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

This is an interesting question about the road not taken, isn’t it? I often go off on tangents because I enjoy picturing this thing happening so I write it down, and then I realise it’s distracting from the story I was trying to tell so I cut it and save it in another document because that’s the only way I feel strong enough to do that. And sometimes in the process a characterisation gets tweaked, but it’s more about writing myself in the wrong direction for the plot for 5 minutes and having to back up so that the next thing can happen – like in the Johnny/Daniel/Amanda one, if Johnny hadn’t panicked and punched Daniel when Amanda brought up the drunken beach makeout, that story could have been wrapped up much more quickly with an OT3 sex scene, job done.

#writer ask meme #i did at least start writing htese answers on company time #even if i only post them now

[phantomato]

Vows Series: 3 parts, ~9k total, Mature or Explicit

Part 1: Crossdressing and meet-cute

Part 2: Lingerie and established relationship

Part 3: Aftercare and murder

I want to talk about this series of shorts because, for all that they’re readable as PWP, I did something with the universe of which I am quite proud.

This is the first space where I’ve let Thoros just… be bad. Don’t get me wrong—he has no particularly high-minded motives in his other appearances, he isn’t someone I would use as your moral center, but he is usually fairly neutral. He’s the kind of person who chooses himself and his own interests over abstract notions of good, but he also chooses to minimize the personal harms he causes. He’s kind to his neighbor, but he supports harmful systems. Honestly, it’s his interpersonal gentleness that is the root of most of his harms: he loves Voldemort and so he chooses the Death Eaters. Loyalty to a fault.

From the first, I told myself that this would be the universe where Thoros kills. There’s no shared childhood and long-simmering affection between Thor and Voldemort, here, nothing to soften Voldemort’s sharp edges. When they meet, Voldemort is an unrepentant killer. Thoros gets to make a choice before he’s even brought Voldemort home: do I want to associate myself with someone who has active and ongoing plans to kill another person?

He has an immediate fascination with Voldemort that makes him say ‘yes.’ I’ve represented that fascination through Voldemort’s crossdressing—a runaway bride in his gown would catch anyone’s attention, and Thoros finds himself unexpectedly attracted to the bride. There’s multiple stages of consent and commitment layered into their interactions, and at each step, Voldemort reveals a little bit more about the depths of his deceptions, and Thoros continues to affirm that he wants to take part. They have sex, yes, and I hope that you read and enjoyed that—but they also start a partnership based on mutual understanding. It’s sweet, it’s affectionate, and it promises that Thoros is signing up for more than the sex.

Lingerie gives us a chance to check-in on what that partnership looks like. It’s about kinky sex wearing lace and silk, yes, but it’s also about how Thoros and Voldemort get along. They have routines. They care for each other and find ways to demonstrate their affection. Voldemort has plans, still nebulous and opaque to the reader, for how to have Thoros join him in immortality. They’re promising each other ‘forever,’ aren’t they? And so putting Thoros in lingerie, something that had been Voldemort’s domain at the start of the relationship, serves to show how he’s come around to the practice of Voldemort’s ideas. It is no longer a theoretical acceptance of what Voldemort stands for, a verbal promise that could be reneged, but an active effort to demonstrate Thoros’ changed behavior. And he likes it.

Aftercare is the only non-smut piece in the mix, though there’s still nudity and mention of lingerie and cocks. I mean, the universe has a theme. Who am I to ignore it?

Thoros has made the verbal promise, he’s committed to action, and now we see the follow-through. It isn’t easy for him—I don’t think murder would be for any version of his character—but he does it and he makes the horcrux. They are eternal together. And in response to the culmination of everything Voldemort has been building towards, we see that Voldemort is the tender and considerate partner he promised to be. He helps Thor ride out the pain. In flashbacks, we see that he coached Thoros through the challenges of making his horcrux. He is steadfast and loyal, and when Thoros offers Voldemort his soul, Voldemort returns the gesture. With the exchanging of rings, all of those promises of ‘forever’ are fulfilled, and my marriage imagery is complete.

I rarely give Thoros and Voldemort a space where they can uncomplicatedly celebrate their love for one another. They have moments of that, of course, or earn it after many thousands of words of build-up, but their relationship is nearly always tinged with grief. They break up and make up, they are torn apart by circumstance and war, and though I always bring them back together again, their love is informed by that loss. This was a chance for me to give them love at first sight and then allow that to play out as they would want. Yes, there’s kink prompts paving our way. I hope some part of their journey—some part of Thoros’ descent—reaches past that initial premise, though.

#nottmort #voldemort #nott sr

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hello ☺️ would u happen to have any cute proposal fics? like it can be nsfw or not! possibly sherlock proposing to john or anything like that :) thanks 🖤

Hi Nonny!!

AHHH okay so my last proposals fic rec list is REALLY old and in my old format that is gross and ugly and hard to read, so you know what? I’m starting over, and getting a nice fresh coat of paint on these gross cute fics! <3 Hope you enjoy! <3 Promises of Forever and “fake” proposals are included on this one too! <3 I’ve probably missed a few, so check out the See Also lists just to make sure LOL <3

PROPOSALS (May 2020)

See also:

Marriage and Weddings (April 2019)

Proposals

Weddings / Proposals / Husbands and Established Relationship

Established Relationship Pt 2 (June 2019) 

Sherlock and John’s Wedding

New World, Old Words by thedeafwriter (G, 641 w., 1 Ch. || Deaf Sherlock, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Marriage Proposal, Fluff, Always John) – It was disconcerting to experience. One second, he was laying on the table, breathing in the gas that would make him sleep, the next, he was dragging his eyes open to look around the bright room, trying to wake up.

This Isn't About the Bathtub by cypress_tree (G, 1,142 w., 1 Ch. || Marriage Proposal) – John and Sherlock go to Angelo's for dinner. In both of their pockets are rings they are going to propose with, but the other has no idea. John proposes first, and Sherlock answers by pulling out his engagement ring.

Our Bodies Bend Light by lovetincture (G, 1,211 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Beekeeping, Retirement) – They got married. Of course they got married. Snapshots in a relationship. There's a jar of bees in the bookstore and a cottage in Sussex. Sherlock's not the marrying kind, and John's tried this once before, but they're Sherlock and John. Of course.

A Metaphorical Gesture by cyparissus (T, 1,578 w., 1 Ch. || Marriage Proposal, Fluff) – "Sherlock, are you--" the words die in John's throat and he has to swallow and start again, "Are you asking me to marry you?"

and yes I said yes I will Yes by Mithen (T, 1,662 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Humour, Est. Rel. Marriage Proposal) – Sherlock has deduced that John is going to propose to him, and he's ready to accept. If only John would actually get around to it...

The Marriage Proposal Negotiation by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 2,161 w., 1 Ch. || Dev. Rel., Possessive Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Post Mary) – Sherlock hasn't ever really done anything the traditional way, so of course it wouldn't bother him to propose to John even though they're not even dating. And the fact that John is already on a date with someone else when he decides to do it? Tedious.

You Know, The Old Saying by songlin (T, 2,248 w., 1 Ch. || Wedding, Marriage Proposal, Fluff, Engagement) – "Marry me. I need to have you forever." Unrepentant husbands!Johnlock fluff.

Extraordinary by genesius (G, 2,860 w., 1 Ch. || Marriage Proposal, Sherlock Plays the Violin, Established Relationship, Morse Code, Fluff, One Shot) – Sherlock's deduced that John's going to Italy to buy him a violin. Even the greatest detective alive makes a few mistakes.

The General Idea by agirlsname (T, 3,022 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement, Promise of Forever / Proposal, POV John, First Kiss, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Crying / Emotional Sherlock, Love Confessions) – After twenty years of friendship, John is used to Sherlock acting weirdly. But the news Sherlock finally brings himself to deliver change the carefully built dynamics between them, and John realises it's time to act.

Engaged by lifeonmars (NR, 3,146 w., 1 Ch. || Marriage Proposal, Fluff, Holmes Family, Song Fic) – Sherlock did not believe in marriage, but he wanted to be married. He found this something of a surprise. Part 2 of Damage

And as the seasons change, I love you more by Teatrolley (NR, 3,219 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff and Angst, Est. Rel., Marriage / Proposal) – A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially.

Bagged & Tagged by Regency (T, 3,339 w., 1 Ch. || Drunken Confessions, Fluff and Crack, Marriage Proposal) – A very inebriated John devises a clever means of proposing marriage to Sherlock. Unfortunately he's forgotten all about it by the next morning.

Rumpled by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 3,601 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, PWP, Proposal, Bottomlock) – Then, halfway through a documentary on river otters that neither of them was paying attention to--how could John, with a gangly, limp consulting detective practically purring in his lap?--Sherlock suddenly bolted upright, looked at John with a perplexed expression and a crinkle above his nose, and blurted, “Marry me.” Part 4 of Longitudinal Cohort

Bolt Holes by PostcardsfromTheoryland (T, 4,177 w., 1 Ch. || H/C, Angst, Drug Mentions, Pining Sherlock) – John asked, one evening, if Sherlock liked her. To which he grudgingly had to say yes, and John said he was glad. Because John was going to propose to her.

Unforgiven by 221b_hound (M, 4,721 w., 1 Ch. || Marriage Proposal, Victor Trevor, Jealous / Protective John, Jealous Sherlock, Sherlock’s Past) – Sherlock’s latest case is for his ex boyfriend, the brilliant and handsome Professor Victor Trevor. John is not too happy about that. But things aren’t what they seem, an old friend of John’s is involved in the case, and John has a few surprises up his sleeve. Also - a proposal! Part 16 of Unkissed

Applied Linguistics by what_alchemy (M, 4,837 w., 1 Ch. || Possessive / Anxious Sherlock, Introspection, Bed Sharing, Past John Whump, Est. Rel., Marriage Proposal, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Word Play) – “He wants to shake John by the shoulders, wants to open his mouth and swallow John whole. Wants to marry him.” Sherlock searches for the right words.

What Happens in Vegas (is legally binding in the United Kingdom) by  moonblossom (E, 5,051 w., 1 Ch. || Accidental Marriage, Friends to Husbands to Lovers, CSI Crossover, Fluff & Porn, Bathtub Sex, Hand Jobs, First Time) – When a case sends the boys to Vegas, John comes out of it with a bit more than he bargained for. Part 19 of Prompt Fills, Remixes, Works inspired by others

My First, My Only, and My Forever by vintagelilacs (E, 6,220 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Bum, John’s Scar, Sherlock POV, Body Worship, Fingering, Bottomlock, Promise of Forever / Proposals, Misunderstanding, First Kiss/Time, Loss of Virginity, Virginity Kink, Seduction) – Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He was missing a vital piece of data, he was sure. John had been looking at him oddly ever since they left Buckingham Palace, and the ensuing incident with Irene Adler had only exacerbated his erratic behaviour. What was it? Why would he care that Sherlock was a virgin? There was nothing reminiscent of mockery or pity in his gaze. And then it hit him. John Watson was aroused.

A Silver Sixpence by _doodle (NC-17, 16,400 w., 2 Ch. || LJ Fic || For a Case / Case Fic, Fake Relationship, Humour, Romance, Marriage Proposal, Awkward Idiots, Cuddling, Touching, Kissing, Love Confessions, Bed Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fake Until It’s Not, Schmoop and Fluff, Bottomlock) – “John, we need to get married. It’s for a case, not any romantic notions on my part pertaining to our partnership,” Sherlock said, with brutal honesty, and without even looking up.

Never-Ending Cycle by orphan_account (T, 17,211 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Est. Rel., Proposal, Fluff) – Or, four times Sherlock Holmes attempted to propose to John Watson, and the Christmas Party at which he finally did. Sherlock thinks he's a miserable failure, John is confused, Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade provide some unsatisfactory advice, and Mummy is, as always, the solution. All in a lovely, fluffy holiday theme.

About Sleep and Coffee and the Existence of Fate by Atiki (E, 17,426 w., 6 Ch. || Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Humour, 5+1) – Naturally, John was startled when suddenly the ultimate solution occurred to him: Marriage. This was, of course, a bit of a fundamental problem rather than an actual solution. One didn't simply use the words “Sherlock” and “marriage” within the same sentence. Not even in a hypothetical context. Five times John kind of wanted to propose to Sherlock, and one time he didn’t have to.

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

The One With the Proposal by kim47 (E, 22,375 w., 3 Ch. || Fluff, Romance, Marriage Proposal) – Proposing shouldn't be this difficult.

Sonatina in G Minor by SilentAuror (E, 22,574 w., 1 Ch. || Case Fic, POV Sherlock, Angst, UST, Sherlock’s Violin, Post-S3, Romance) – John has come back to Baker Street, but Sherlock doesn't understand the strange tension between them, even after he begins teaching John to play the violin at John's request.

a good old-fashioned happy ending by darcylindbergh (E, 32,731 w., 26 Ch. || Christmas, Frottage, Comfort, Est. Rel., Fluff, Insecure Sherlock, Frottage, Nightmares, Sleepy Sherlock, Marriage Proposal, Humour, Fluff, Dancing, Cooking, Happy Ending) – For Christmas this year, Sherlock wants to get John something special: something every fairytale deserves. Part 2 of things fairy tales are made of

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst, Promise of Forever) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Bridging the Ravine by SilentAuror (E, 58,887 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Couple For a Case, Bed-Sharing, First Times, Confessions, Awkwardness, Sex Trafficking, Massages, Wet T-Shirt Contest, Group Therapy, Past Loss of Child) – Sherlock and John go undercover at Ravine Valley, a therapy centre for same-sex male couples in an investigation into a possible human trafficking ring. As they pose as a couple and fake their way through the therapy sessions for the sake of the case, it quickly becomes difficult to avoid discussing their very real issues. Set roughly six nine months after series 4.

The Burning by SrebrnaFH (M, 60,658 w., 24 Ch. || Reverse Reichenbach, Suicide, Depression, Hurt Sherlock / John, Separation, BAMF John, Good Big Brother Mycroft, Angst, Implied/Referenced Torture, Fake Character Death, Rescue Mission, Reconciliation / Reunion, Hospitalization, Marriage Proposal, Illnesses, Physical Therapy, Happily Ever After) – Something went very, very wrong. John had seemed, if not happy, then reasonably content with his life. Sherlock had never predicted something like THIS might have happened. Not in his worst nightmares. He was the lousiest friend ever, apparently. At least Mycroft found him something to occupy his mind with, so that he didn't have to go back to 221B and stare at the walls and the chair, where John Watson would never sit again.

The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths...

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w., 36 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Alternate Future AU || Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex, Case Fic, Emotional Love Making, Bath Time Fun) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It's 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn't need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #proposals #promise of forever #Anonymous

[uppercuts-and-undercuts]

Harry Hart, Eggsy Unwin, and Hartwin Fangirl/Rant/Headcanon dump

I seriously have so many feelings about these two, I don’t even know where to start. I’m talking full-on emotionally compromised. I can’t even. I am unable to can. Ever since I watched TSS, I’ve been reading and re-reading everything I could get my hands on. Even things that really aren’t my usual preferences. I’ve read everything from time-travel AUs, to fics with kinks I absolutely don’t have (and ones I absolutely do have), ones where Harry is a dragon, or Eggsy gets temporarily turned into a dog... angels/demons, A/B/O, bakery AUs, coffee shop AUs, same age!AUs, soulmates, serial killers, vampires, domestic, PWP, fluff, and essentially every trope I can think of - and probably a good few I can’t even remember. The point is? I love both of these dorks, and Hartwin.

I even force myself to keep reading when things descend into heavier angst than I expected. Too much angst leaves me a total mess. Hence, I try to stay away from anything with tags indicating an enormously bumpy ride. That being said, I’ve fought through a fair few heavy angst pieces, partially because they’re so well written, and partially because I’ve been invested enough to want to see everything work out. Believe me when I say I avoid the ‘unhappy ending’ and ‘major character death’ tags like the fucking plague (unless the MCD tag is accompanied by another tag like ‘but not really’, or ‘temporary’).

But what gets me the most about them, and Hartwin? The many different characterisations all these authors have given them, separately and as a couple, and the fact that they (mostly) just work. Some of them are contradictory, technically. But if you’ve got enough imagination, most of them even work together, even the seemingly ‘opposite’ ones. Some give you the fuzzies, some leave you fanning yourself, and some spark loads of daydreams. It’s gotten to the point where I don’t have a favourite characterisation, or even a complete list of favourite characterisations, because there’s too much! However! I’m going to rant giddily about some for a bit, because I have literally no friends.

Harry Hart:

Brutal elegance in a gorgeous suit

Sarcasm and polite disdain hiding a heart of gold

Morally dubious and manipulative

Daddy AF

Dapper gentleman who says ‘fuck’ a lot

Tall, dark, handsome, and will fuck you up without breaking a sweat

Sex on long legs

Loves all dogs, no matter what size, but weak for the tiny ones

Smoother than smooth

Awkward dork

Has no time for your classist bullshit

Actual tailor

Soft gent with so much love to give

Stoic gent who has no interest in relationships - until a cheeky chav with a heart of gold saunters into his life

King Harry

Makes love gently, coaxing, lovingly

Fucks like he’s being paid for it

Like, seriously, fucks

King of dirty talk

Gently murmuring praise

Loves fiercely

Incredibly possessive, and not even slightly ashamed of it

Repentant dirty old man

Unrepentant dirty old man

Certified Little Shit(™)

Gives zero fucks

Harry Hart-breaker

Super spy

Harry Fucking Hart

Above all, completely gone for Eggsy Unwin

Eggsy Unwin:

Vulnerable smol egg

Heart of gold

Smart-mouthed brat

Experienced street scrapper

Thicc AF

Bloodied knuckles and bleeding heart

Way smarter than people assume

Would literally die and kill for the people he cares about

Friend to animals everywhere - literally a Disney princess

Don’t talk shit about JB, he’ll defend his wheezy baby to the death

Just wants to be loved

Not afraid to tell it like it is - loudly, bluntly, and unashamed

Will ram that silver spoon even further up your arse, if you aren’t careful

Certified Little Shit(™) in training

Plays the idiot so everyone underestimates him

Just as at ease in a bulletproof bespoke suit as he is in trackies and trainers

Just wants to be loved

Prince of parkour

A total nurturer, just wants to take care of the people he loves

Unexpected virgin

Fucks like a champion

Keeps his heart behind heavily fortified walls - until a handsome gentleman in a bespoke suit beats the shit out of his tormentors

Never asks for anything for himself, yet sees Harry and wants

Actually very well read, that you very much

Sugar baby, and proud

Independent and works his ass off to stay that way

Hidden talents - archery, ballroom dancing, circus skills, etc.

Weak for soft older men

Eggsy Unwin, bitches

Head over heels for Harry Hart

As a couple

Disgustingly in love

Domestic husbands

Murder husbands

Both secretly spies

Harry being just as likely to kiss Eggsy’s hand as he is to rim him into next week

Eggsy constantly gets eyed-up by women and (worse, in Harry’s mind) other men. Harry is a jealous little shit, and loves to rub in the fact that Eggsy is completely oblivious to his admirers. Eggsy, of course, is oblivious to his admirers because he’s far too busy admiring Harry

When Harry gets jealous, he’s partial to getting Eggsy into bed (or over his desk, or against a wall, or even on the floor) and fucking him so good he cries. If Eggsy eventually realises what causes those occurrences, it’s only to his benefit.

Eggsy would be jealous over all the people who can’t help but admire Harry, if not for two facts. Firstly, that while he’s oblivious when people are giving him the eye, he’s definitely observant enough to realise that it’s what sets Harry off. Secondly, Harry is so obviously and completely devoted to him that it would be pointless to feel jealous. Why should he worry when he can feel Harry’s big hand settled warmly against the small of his back, brown eyes gazing down at him adoringly, and the smile that he only ever gives Eggsy on his lips?

Harry can’t help but give Eggsy pet names. It began when he first started to become fond of Eggsy it began. My boy, dear boy. Darling boy, eventually. And then, as Eggsy’s cheeky little thieving fingers began reaching out to steal his heart, they came thick and fast. My dear, dearest, darling, sweetling, my love.

Eggsy wasn’t one for using pet names, but he loved when Harry used them for him. For Eggsy, nicknaming was something he did without thought, usually to annoy or amuse. Even Merlin wasn’t safe from his sometimes regrettable attempts at nicknames, Gandalf and Dumbledore being Eggsy’s favourites. But his other half, the love of his life, only had one name Eggsy called him. Because he was Harry. and to Eggsy, Harry meant all the love in his heart, with every breath in his body

Everyone assumes Harry will be the sensible, restrained one of the two. Partially because of their age difference, partially because he always just looks so put together - of course he’d me the more mature. They assume incorrectly. Eggsy is surprisingly good at organising and doing what needs to be done, and can absolutely be serious when he needs/wants to be. Harry, obviously, can’t resist teasing him and making his life difficult during those times. He also finds it hilarious when Eggsy tells him off in front of people who don’t already know their personalities and dynamic

Harry spoils Eggsy whenever the boy lets him. Attention, affection, baths together, cooking for him, bringing him flowers, buying him things, trips and holidays, mind-blowing sex, everything he can think of. Eggsy never asks for anything at all, but Harry would never deny him anything if he did. Harry honestly just wants to give him the world anyway. He would tear the stars from the sky, if he thought Eggsy would like them.

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