#teehee ao3 tag

[anzynai]

Only You

Husk x Angel (Hazbin Hotel)

a/n: hello sorry i couldn’t resist writing for them. ive been a fan for years and have been obsessed with the new series so. anyways, yes is them. also, for some reason, i kinda struggled writing for them so sorry if theyre ooc😭😭 still, i hope u enjoy!

summary: angel dust and husk are having another late night talking session when husk learns that angel is ticklish.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: tickling, implied huskerdust, gets a little angsty?? but it gets better

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It was a normal night. And by normal night, everyone else was asleep, save for Husk, when Angel cracked open the front door, attempting to be silent. Husk was wiping down the glasses when he saw the other. He looked.. rough, and though it hurt Husk to see him like that, he knew he couldn’t do much about it besides offer comfort.

And so followed their usual routine. Angel would ask for a drink and Husk would give him one, but recent developments had them talking late at night. Conversations that would be rare if it were a random Tuesday afternoon, allowing each other to learn more about the other, making them laugh or even cry. Husk wouldn’t admit it but it was secretly becoming an important part of his day and his fondness for the spider was growing.

Today wasn’t much different. After pouring himself and Angel a drink, he went to sit next to Angel. Talking the night away, casually, and when Angel began to tease him about whatever, he poked Angel in the side.

“Ha—!” Angel jumped before he hurriedly tried to change the conversation, but Husk was intrigued.

“You’re ticklish?” Husk asked, almost incredulously but amused nonetheless. He didn’t know why he was so surprised.

“Eh.. I guess so..” Angel muttered, averting his eyes. Husk was almost shocked. He expected Angel to say something more… flirtatious, but he decided not to ponder on it too much.

That was his first mistake. He reached over to give the other a few squeezes on the other’s side when..

“NO!” Angel shouted, fearful and panicked, as he pushed Husk's hands from him. He lost his balance off the small barstool, and met the ground with a loud thump. Husk could feel his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach at the look on Angel’s face. He got off the stool, crouching in front of the spider.

“Angel..?” He whispered, gently, reaching a hand towards him, but not quite touching, in case Angel didn’t want to be touched. He scolded himself, inwardly. He had been swept by Angel’s usual flirtatious persona and assumed that he was always fine with being touched, but perhaps he wasn’t correct with that thinking? Angel seemed surprise by his own reaction because he shook his head and forced a smile to Husk.

“Sorry about that, Whiskers. Guess I’m still feeling a bit jittery.” He laughed, nervous and timid.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.” Husk asked. He didn’t want to make Angel think he had to pretend to be fine. He wanted Angel to be true to his feelings and know that he can confide in the cat. Angel looked down at the ground.

“Sorry.” Angel muttered, repositioning himself, loosely hugging his knees. His lower set of hands rubbed against each other.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” Husk reassured, moving to sit by Angel, who looked incredibly guilty. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You— you didn’t. I just.. I don’t know.” Angel faltered, seemingly struggling on his words. Husk tried to smile at him, but Angel didn’t seem to see it.

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t need to explain. I won’t try to tickle you again.” Husk told him and Angel finally looked up at him.

The spider paused for a moment, as if thinking. He seemed.. embarrassed.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out before he averted his eyes. Husk listened. “You can tickle me,” The bartender’s eyes widened in disbelief. From his reaction, he wouldn’t have thought Angel would have given him permission to tickle him. “.. If you want.”

“Huh? I thought you didn’t want me to.”

“I didn’t say that.” Angel admitted.

“You want me to?” Husk jaw was nearly on the floor at this point.

“I’d always love your hands on me~” Angel purred, trying to lighten the mood.

“Angel.” Husk said, almost sternly, but mostly because he didn’t want to cross the actor’s boundaries.

“Fine. Yeah. I want you to. Happy?” Angel rolled his eyes, but there was a bit of redness on his cheeks. “Only you.”

Husk could feel his heart flutter in ways he did not want to address anytime soon and he tried to will away the blush that he could feel making its way to his face. He didn’t say anything, but he slowly lifted his hands to Angel, giving a gentle squeeze, as if testing the waters.

Angel giggled quietly, but he didn’t push him away. Feeling more confident, he scooted closer and lightly kneaded his hands on the spider’s body, occasionally scratching at his tummy.

“Hehehe… Huhuhusk..” Angel laughed, a genuine smile appearing on his face. Husk decided that he wouldn’t do too much with the tickling. Angel deserved gentleness and that’s what he wanted to give him tonight.

“Ticklish?” Husk cooed, teasing.

“Youhuhu knohow I a-ahaham!”

“Well, I do now.” Husk agreed, going to Angel’s tummy for real this time. He clawed at the thin fabric that very evidently outlined Angel’s frame. Angel was thin, he noticed. He worried that Angel may have been on a diet, as he knew many actors tended to be, but he decided not to ask. He wanted to cheer Angel up, not interrogate him.

His stomach seemed to be a sensitive spot, kicking up a bigger reaction than his sides.

“Hahahha! Nohohot thehehere!”

“Oh? Then where?”

“I dohohon’t knohohow!”

“Aren’t you hopeless?” The bartender chucked, lighthearted, but as per Angel’s wishes, he moved spots. Instead, he began to poke and prod in between Angel’s ribs. Less sensitive than the stomach. Still, about the same as his sides.

“Wahahahaha!” As soft laughter continued to spill from the actor’s lips, not once had he asked Husk to stop. Angel must not mind being tickled.

“How do you get anything done, being so ticklish?” Husk joked, but he reached a hand to boop Angel’s nose.

“People dohohon’t reheheheally tihihickle me!” Angel tried to speak, as if it were a normal conversation and not just Husk teasing him.

“Really? It’s adorable.” Husk said, before he could stop it. Angel blushed slightly at that, but didn’t respond. Husk smiled at him, fondly. It wasn’t as though he was lying. Angel did look quite cute like this, so genuine and so sweet.

He let it go on for only a few minutes before Angel finally asked him to stop. He did, but he stayed close to Angel. Angel leaned his head on his shoulder and the both fell silent, only the sound of Angel breathing and catching his breath could be heard.

“That was fun.” Angel admitted, after a while. “I’m used to people touching me because they want my body. So when you touched me.. I panicked.”

“I’m sorry. I should have asked first.” Husk murmured, feeling guilty.

“No! You did nothing wrong.” Angel rushed to say. “I don’t mind you touching me. And you were so gentle, even when I didn’t ask you to be… it was.. nice.”

“I liked it too.” Husk whispered, feeling embarrassed. That’s when Angel looked up at him, looking in his eyes that made Husk feel flustered.

“Wouldn’t mind if we did that more often. Maybe, next time you should be on the receiving side, though~” Husk gulped.

“Don’t bother trying. I ain’t ticklish.”

“Oh? That so, Kitty? Wanna put it to the test?” Angel smirked, as he wiggled his fingers at Husk. And there it was. Typical Angel.

Still, Husk wondered why he wasn’t so bothered by his flirting this time. He did not have any time to think any more on that before Angel decided he was going to prove that Husk’s statement of “not being ticklish” was, in fact, a lie. Ha.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel tickle #angel dust #husk #lee!angeldust #ticklish!angeldust #ler!husk #huskerdust #tickling #angst with a happy ending #teehee ao3 tag #but theres still comfort #tickle fic #jai’s fic

[ppjeterka]

Snow Blind

New mattdrai fic: Snow Blind!

Prologue out now :) you can read here!

Summary:

The boy hears his name for the first time as he heaves for breath, sprawled naked on the linoleum floor of an ice rink basement, surrounded by melting chips of ice. He isn’t cold, and his breath doesn’t cloud out in front of him with each frantic gasp, but he shivers with his whole body. “Do you know where you are?” The boy shakes his head in short little jerks back and forth. It smells like an ice rink, a smell he just knows intuitively, the connection already there in his brain before he knew he needed it. “Your name is Matthew,” the man tells him as he kneels and tugs the boy––Matthew––into a seated position by his shoulders. Matthew shudders at the warmth emanating from the large, callused hands holding him in place. "I am your father. You are my creation. And one day, you're going to win the Stanley cup." Or: Matthew is a boy carved and extracted from ice, a tool in the shape of a body made for one purpose and one purpose only. He's not meant to know how to do anything else. If only it were ever that easy.

#this WILL flop i know it but i still liked going through the motions teehee #mattdrai #my writing #hrpf #snow blind #trying to find all the appropriate tags so people can filter out if they want to lemme know if i should add more #ao3 fic

[shoezuki]

Self-Serving

If Sampo Koski was to list his priorities, he’d say his most esteemed customers were number one. The smuggling, stealing, bartering, forging, and occasional mercenary work were all thanks to the numerous customers vying for his impeccable services! How could he possibly offer and profit from his skills if there was no demand for them? Sampo’s business associates and ‘friends’ were what he truly valued most.

This is, of course, a lie. 

Sure, he doesn’t break into warehouses without a buyer lined up; he has no reason to break into random houses and pilfer their family’s worthless heirlooms if someone hadn’t hired him for it; and of course, he smuggled artifacts and supplies down in the Underworld for all the right prices. But in the end, it was all about Shields. Sampo doesn’t act without cash incentive. Natasha was the seldom exception, but Sampo couldn’t lie and say that having a doctor in his good graces wasn’t a worthwhile payment to smuggling medical supplies. 

The truth was that Sampo Koski values himself above all.

He is, first and foremost, a selfish creature; selfishness is his very nature. Laws and ownership be damned, he will seek out what things and thrills he wants, and he will get them. His customers are a means to an end, and those that don’t play fair with him can be exploited, too. He doesn’t always act for his ‘friends’, but sometimes simply because he wants to. 

Of course, it’s only natural that it is his very nature that led to this predicament. 

Read the rest on Ao3 here

#Honkai star rail #sampard #sampo koski #gepard landau #ok its done im embarassed teehee twirling my hair kicking my feet #ok real tho what the fuck r the character tags on ao3 #why is it just sampo (honkai star rail) like we KNOW their last names???????? #this aint fucking john masterchief THATS SAMPO KOSKI #in the bones #who did those tags i have a bone to pick #m

[ritz-writes]

so i made a small change to good things come to those who wait, for those who haven't noticed 👀

see anything different?

like a... chapter count perhaps? 🤭

#teehee #this next part is like #90% fluff #if it was its own fic the worst tag would be 'light angst' or smth #its pure dad wukong #ur welcome 😌 #ao3 #fanfiction

[cerealmonster15]

the self care of the day is doodling fanart of my OWN fics, specifically cater centric ones bc I’ve been lacking Cater Content lately 🕺

#cereal tries to draw #twisted wonderland #cater Diamond #uhhhhhhhhhhhh I don’t wanna tag anyone else I’m shy LOL #twst #shoutout to anyone that recognizes any of these LOL #i thought about putting the fic titles for context but. maybe it’s a fun scavenger hunt now #i also didn’t look up the fics so this was just my memory of certain scenes bdbfjjfnfnrbg #my ao3/writing tag are in my pinned of anyones curious TEEHEE~~~ #i think they’re funny on their own too. bc they are products of my mind heehee #also SORRY I forgot til Right Now that Leona has a scar #also his tail but shhh it’s. behind him or something #anyway. rotating cater in my mind rn

[artpo]

fic stats meme

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

thank you so much for the tag bestie @b1uetrees <3

i haven't written much and i'm working on things, slowly, but here goes:

Most hits: Under the lights tonight, KinnPorsche (Pt.1 of KP meet-cute in a club series)

“You were staring.” Tay crosses his arms. Kinn shakes his head. “No. We just happened to have awkward eye contact, that’s all.” “You’ve been checking him out ever since we got back from the car,” Tay says. “No, I have been looking around in general.” “Oh Kinn, cut the crap. He’s hot, you were looking and that’s completely normal,” Time says. Tay nods. “Yeah, this is a night out. You’re bound to meet a handsome stranger. You should dance with him!”

Second most kudos: Lights on, KinnPorsche (Pt.2 of KP meet-cute in a club series)

Each time they meet, Porsche’s proximity feels like a short season that melts away before Kinn notices. But Kinn knows there is something there. Physically, he was always left wanting more. Emotionally, maybe he did too. Porsche enchanted him under the lights of the club, but Kinn wants to desire him with the lights on too. What scares him is that he also enjoys getting to know him. He is delighted by each new discovery of what makes him smile, what he does, what makes him tick.

Third most bookmarks: World In My Eyes, KinnPorsche

“As if you know anything about me.” Kinn scoffs and shakes his head. "I'll tell ya what. Let me get to know you. Starting tomorrow, we have seven days.” Porsche grins, resembling a kid that just shared his newest idea with their parent. He holds out a hand for Kinn. “Okay. Show me the world through your eyes, Porsche.” Kinn takes Porsche’s hand and shakes it. “And you show me the world through yours, Kinn.” Porsche squeezes his hand and Kinn thinks he might be blushing for the first time in a while. Or Porsche is an artist who saved up his whole life to travel to Italy and see the art pieces he's only ever seen in books in his room in Bangkok. Being an orphan with a tough childhood and a younger brother to take care of, he didn't dare to go, but his loved ones urged him to do something for himself. Kinn is a CEO who wants to expand his hotel chain business to Rome. They meet on a bus from Florence to Rome and decide to spend their free time together in Rome to experience the life through each others' eyes. Where will this journey take them?

Fifth most words: You can run away with me anytime you want, KinnPorsche

"Porsche...I don't want to go back to the life that I didn't choose." "Kinn..." Porsche looked at him sadly, still searching for the right words to comfort him. There was a deep sorrow in Kinn's eyes. Suddenly confidence overtook him, he wanted to open up again, to share his intruding thoughts with Porsche while he still could, while he still dared to hope. His eyes were burning with determination. Porsche kept studying him in wonder. "Porsche...run away with me." Kinn looked him dead in the eyes, making it clear to Porsche that he was not joking in the slightest. Like before, Porsche was tense. His leg was shaking uncontrollably, and his lips formed a tight line. He shook his head. "You know we can't, Kinn." ... Episode 6 but before Kinn lets Porsche go, he proposes they run away together. Also includes Kinn's POV of the conversation they had when they were stuck in the pit.

Least amount of words: Let me take care of you again, KinnPorsche

Chay fiddles with the hem of his sweater. “I have been thinking. I want you to quit this job.” Porsche stiffens. “Chay…I…it’s…” “I know what you are going to say…It’s good money, it can pay for my university fee. But I don’t care. I don’t want you to go back there.” Chay looks at Porsche. His lips are in a tight line and his leg starts shaking again. Chay can feel the vibrations in the couch beneath him, waves of Porsche’s nervousness washing over him. Porsche hates talking about his thoughts and feelings. But Chay is done indulging him with obedience. Or: Conversations between Porsche and Chay which I wish we had more of in the show. This would happen between Chay's kidnapping and Chay coming to live with the main family.

no pressure tags @martynaxao3, @tians-heart, @emberfaye, and @stoeptepel, have fun with this guys <3

#ao3 tag game #zozo rambles #it's fun how each of these was for different fics! #variety is the spice of life teehee

[sergeant102105]

there’s barely anything in the yuurivoice ao3 tag…

r we like not allowed to write fanfics for it????

tbh i expected a lot more

#sergeant.txt #yv #yuurivoice #delete later! #ig i’m just used to all the fics in the r.asmr ao3 tag #idk but i have an idea for a yuurivoice fic teehee

[princess-starscourge]

can you bitches recommend raiden & scara fluff 2 me bcuz i’ve fallen into the hole and can’t get out not that i tried thanks in advance :-)

#i'm usually more eloquent than this teehee #but im tired and its late and im upset cuz i want shogun but likely wont get her *sad face* #also i'm blaming y'all for me calling him scara #i hate most fandom-given names and swore to never call him that but damn it i've done multiple times now #genshin impact #scaramouche #raiden shogun #raiden ei #wanderer #i might have lost me mind oh well :-( #sorry if you dislike being called bitch #i don't mean it in an insulting way i just enjoy the word #i'm usually slightly more normal than this teehee #i should probably go to sleep #by the way don't recommend stuff by tiangou because i've already read all of it #also only recommend ao3 things unless there's a really good fic/fics on another site #also also go read tiangou ei and scaramouche collection because it's good as hell #this is the most tags i've ever tagged i believe teehee #okay bye love you sleep well <3 #OK WAIT I HATE TOTAL ANGST SO PLZ DON'T REC THAT EITHER #will likely cringe at this later :'(

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

someone left a comment on the fic and from their typing style it isn't even any of you guys i know here... 🥹 it was all worth it

#mimin trying to write #points at all future fans who will search up the s class heroine tag and find one (1) fic... this is for you #like i think ive said it before and its probably in my pinned as well but the feeling of #reading one of the most well written stories youve ever read that has SUCH a grip on your soul and gg to ao3 and finding NOTHING #earthshattering #anw hopefully the tag will be more populated in the future #i need people to camouflage me so my irls cant tell who wrote what #blease #also the way i go 'teehee guys this is for you' (all the fics i hv in production are tagged angst) #but we're all here bc we all got enraptured by tesilid's hurt no comfort vibes right

[autisticbonestv]

GRRR RAHHGH hate it when i think so hard about a special interest that i am consumed with the urge to bang my head into the wall repeatedly !!

#currently thinking So Hard abt poetry i rly enjoy #barely holding myself back from Bad Actions (as detailed in post) rn #bitches read an ao3 summary quoting a franny choi poem they love & r ruined for the night #this isn't tv spin/hf posting but it Is spin posting so it goes on this blog! #because of the autism #(mayhap that will b my general autism posting tag teehee) #cw harmful stimming #tw harmful stimming #lmk if there's a better way to tag that!!

[tears-of-boredom]

how fun would it be if tumblr tags had working umbrella tags like ao3. that would be so fun. anyways im gonna go read shit on a better platform now teehee

#tumblr.. which fucking tags do you want me to add?? #how #fun #would it be if #tumblr #tags #had working #umbrella #tags like #ao3 #. #that would be so fun. #anyways #im gonna go #read #shit #on #a better platform #now #teehee

[singsweetmelodies]

find me giggling to myself as i update the tags on my current WIP in preparation for the next chapter 🤭🤭

#teehee! this is a GOOD one besties #btw yes... every time when i'm getting close to finishing the chapter; i go add to the tags on AO3 #i don't think anyone has noticed lmao #but if you DO #today's tag update is a very fun one teeheeheeee #katie rambles #wip: 2023 kisses #WIPs tag 📝

[milkpup]

✧ ns/fw alphabet: choso ✧

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ʚ ao3 ɞ / ʚ kofi ɞ / ʚ fic masterlist ɞ

›› choso x 18+f!reader

‹𝟹 tags: switch!choso, switch!reader, choso is a perv tbh

‹𝟹 notes: thought i'd make a lil smthn smthn while it's still valentine's day &lt;3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

›› still sticky from the mess both of you made, choso prefers to cuddle you for a long time, skin to skin. he likes to feel your warmth when he spoons you (although he does like to be little spoon sometimes too!)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

›› he likes his hands the most. he definitely knows how to maneuver his fingers with precise motions. he knows what he's doing

›› he thinks it'd be cruel to pick just one part of your body that is his favorite, when everything about you is his favorite. so he would say all. but if you kept bugging him about it, he'd confess it's ur thighs. he definitely likes laying his head in ur lap and taking naps, or just squishing them <33

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

›› he thinks cum swapping is hot tbh. sometimes he tells you to not swallow all of it so he can kiss you after. (bonus: just likes fluids like cum + spit teehee). also loves cumming inside you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

›› he has stolen your used panties before and used them. multiple times. in multiple ways. you thought the washing machine just magically ate them, but no, choso is a little pervert

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

›› although he's always been a lil freaky, he doesn't actually have much experience outside of your relationship. you kind of woke something in him tho. at first you had to teach him, but they always say the student surpasses the teacher :3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

›› mating press.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

›› he can be both. sometimes you can see the super concentrated look on his face, but usually he's really laid back and in tune with yours and his emotions / feelings. if something funny happens (like a queef) he will laugh. but so do you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

›› he does what you like tbh. (this is not a cop out answer he just thinks since ur the one down there that u should tell him what to do)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

›› he's so fkn cute fr. he loves holding your hand in whatever position you're in, intertwining his fingers with yours. he definitely whimpers and says "i love you" like a million times in a session

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

›› aside from the used panties stuff, he tries to limit the solo stuff. he'd rather save his loads for you than waste it in his hands. but on the off chance he does feel the urge, he's either using something of yours or watching the many videos you two made together

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

›› mommy kink frfr. he loves calling you mommy. and although he is a switch and does like to dom, nothing beats being taken care of by his mommy <3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

›› literally anywhere. he will do it anywhere he doesn't even care. choso thinks semi public stuff is fun, like the forest or beach.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

›› anything to do with you. looking at you, hearing your voice, smelling you, thinking about you, literally anything.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

›› he couldn't do any pain towards you or even that much from you. choso would be fine w/ a light slap or spank, but nothing too rough ><

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

›› absolutely loves eating you out. he is a certified munch every day of the week. he could do only that and still feel satisfied. (he definitely jerks himself during that or dry humps the bed)

›› he loves you throat fucking him, but not as much as your cunt. he'd rather use that

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

›› both :3 starts out pretty slow and rhythmic but as he feels himself approach his orgasm he starts erratically and frantically fucking into you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

›› it's alright, but he prefers longer sessions and would rather wait until you have a few hours alone

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

›› he will try anything you suggest to him. anything you are curious about he's instantly the #1 fan of

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

›› multiple rounds, an hour at least. he likes to switch up positions and take breaks with foreplay and toys to extend the fun time tbh

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

›› loves being leashed and collared by you. but also the same to him. he uses whatever you want, vibrators, dildos, plugs, etc on you. he sees it as a great way to have more fun

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

›› he prefers being teased more. he likes you bullying him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

›› this man WHIMPERS a lot. such a slutty yet angelic sound tho tbh. he's loud, vocal, and likes to talk

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

›› too scared to ask you to wear thigh highs and let him thigh fuck you but he drools thinking abt it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

›› 5 in soft, 7.5 in hard. cut, slightly curved, pale base like #FFF1E4, gradient towards the tip which is much redder like #FFD3CA, fluid #FEFEFE, slightly salty

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

›› as much as he can do it. he's a horndog fr. multiple times a day at least. but he always respects when you tell him no ^_^

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

›› near instantly. the post-sex cuddling almost always ends with him snoring within minutes :3

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[kelvintimeline]

i do think its funny to see all the sasunarus in the poll tags going OMG WE'RE LOSING??? HOW?? it's like... listen... my entire LIFE was shaped by sasunaru... i have shipped it for at least 15 years but...

spirk got girlies in the fucking 60s going apeshit for the idea of a man and an alien fucking. how can you read this:

and think there's competition. this woman wrote a FORTY page, SINGLE SPACED novel about spirk BEFORE WE LANDED ON THE FUCKING MOON... just banging this out on a fucking typewriter

just to show her friends!! she was rawdogging that fanfiction, no ff.net, no aff.net, no ao3! she went so insane she wrote 40 pages just for own friends to teehee about. we only know about it because spirk drove SO MANY other people insane, it was passed friend group to friend group across the COUNTRY just to be published in a zine without her consent... in 1987. this fic lasted in private, yet intense, celebration... for 19 years.

do you understand the type of RAVENOUS people had to be to have NO FUCKING INTERNET and keep a fic circulating for two decades???

i love sasunaru. no ship can match their... everything. but in terms of like... sheer contact-high insanity, spirk is on another level.

like spirk was driving people insane 13 whole years before the movie came out where spock died trying to press his hand against kirk's... some of the best spirk content had yet to come... and yet the girls went wild... truly wild already

sasunaru i love you but... like... spirk has lasted entire lifetimes. sasunaru has taken over half of my life... and yet we all know there is a woman in some retirement home remembering jerking off to a spirk fanzine before half of america even knew gay people existed. it's not the same.

#spirk #anything with the power to turn a woman in the 60s into a fucking fujoshi #needs respect on its name #im 1968 the fucking hayes code still existed #LIKE DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW INSANE IT WAS

[cerealmonster15]

Hsdagahsvsv ye . I was like oh hey ik that guy they wrote that cool jamiazu fic... And that other cool jamiazu fic... jdgehd can u tell i like jamiazu

god u🤝 me -> liking jamiazu fjksdlfjdslkjfkldjKLJFDSKLJFKL LOL im honored u like my jamiazus i love writing them 🫡 literally found a way to put in background jamiazu in this idikei fic im working on Right Now bc. well. how can i not, truly

#jamiazu + idikei together r my fave ship combos bc i just #love the thought of board game club and their stupid lil crushes coming up while theyre playing their games #and them just both being so weird and stupid about it teehee <3 #asks #kirexa #thats not the scenario in this fic tho <///3 but. it's a scenario often in my mind #and i guess an unfinished fic i wrote like a year ago #i think i did end up posting that on here but not ao3 #well it wasnt so much of a wip just #a thing i was writing for funsies. in combo with my twst oc aus but #i have gotten DISTRACTED in the tags YET AGAIN ok oops 🚶 #anyway wahoo yahoo love me some jamiazus

[pictureinme]

pls do switch!kitten x switch!reader fic with cunnilingus + body worship !!

thank u so much for ur request and patience !! i decided to have more emphasis on the reader's body getting worshiped teehee (also peep both me & jd doing shit like this tonite lol)

you've got a woman

patricia ‘kitten’ braden x f!reader word count: 1.8k tags: self-image issues, sad reader, established relationship, body worship, 69 (cunnilingus, anilingus), hand-job, vaginal fingering

(ao3)

���You ready, love?”

Kitten’s voice from behind you caused a tentative smile to grow upon your face, and make a noise that could be understood as either affirmation or otherwise.

Biting your lip, you looked at your state of readiness. Still in your pajamas with unbrushed locks, you sigh gently. She enters the bathroom where you’re currently debating, and huffs.

“Darling, you haven’t done a thing!” Her eyes squint at your appearance, not in disdain, but concern. “Did you still want to go dancing tonight?”

You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t… seem to feel like myself today, love.”

Kitten sits you down on the toilet seat, and kneels in front of you, worry muddying her features, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Feeling tears prick at your eyes, you shrug again. She holds your hand gently, tracing soothing motions into it with her thumb, and a tear falls.

“Honey, you can tell me anything,” she wipes the tear away with her other hand, “Come to bed with me.”

Leaning up together, Kitten guides you slowly to your shared bedroom. The two of you sit on your green duvet, and the tears don’t stop.

“I don’t feel like I deserve to be with someone like you.”

“Don’t say such things,” she looks to you rather sternly, “You deserve me just as much as I deserve you. Can’t you see that?”

“I worry whenever…” You pause, knowing how silly you sound, “Whenever we go out, you’ll find someone prettier or smarter or just plain better than I am.”

“You’re a fool, (Y/N),” Kitten's blue gaze bores holes into you, and it’s hard for you to meet it. "There's no one out there better for me than you."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I just am," she places her hand on your thigh, and squeezes, "You're perfect in every single way. The way you always pick me up from work with a kiss and a bag of chips, the way you give me massages when the clients are just too demanding… the way you take care of me."

Leaning on her shoulder, you whisper, “Too good to me…”

Kitten kisses your forehead, her liberally applied perfume permeating your senses, “You deserve goodness. It isn't only the things you do for me, you know. That isn't all you are.”

With her hand still holding onto your thigh, and your lips so close to her neck, you couldn’t help but leave a delicate kiss. Humming in contentment, she cranes her neck so you can kiss her more.

“I adore how your eyes sparkle when you see a puppy on the street, and how your voice goes all cutesy when you talk to them. I especially love the days we skip on plans and just… love each other.”

Leaving little nips and bites in your wake, you couldn’t help but feel like a weight was being lifted off your shoulders by doing so. You feel her hand move up your thigh, almost petting it. 

“Let me take care of you, hm?” Kitten whispers, “Want to show you just how much you deserve… just how pretty you are.”

Hesitantly, you separate from her neck to nod. As much as you loved taking care of her, if she wanted to take care of you, who are you to argue? Your eyes were still wet with tears, and she knew just how much love you really needed.

Her soft smile eases your worries about her possibly pitying you, and she closes the gap between you two with her lips. It was slow and sweet, and you could practically taste every emotion she was experiencing– love, sadness, gratefulness… desire.

You stop to take a breath, and her eyes are gazing at your lips still, “I love you, Kitten baby.”

“I love you more than anything, sweet (Y/N). Lay down for me, hm?"

Obeying her gentle order, Kitten crawls on top of you, reaching to unbutton your pajama top. You swallow nervously, and she kisses your cheek, “Don’t fret, love. I’ll take care of you.”

Kitten opens your shirt, and kisses at your uncovered chest. Her touch was so gentle and soft, you felt as if you were going to cry again. She licked your nipples gently, lapping them until they were hard for her.

Her ministrations were met with little noises erupting from your throat without your realizing. Kissing down your body until she’s right above your elastic waistband, Kitten looks up at you with adoring eyes. You nod softly, letting her continue.

“Pretty, pretty,” she whispers, mostly to herself, as she pulls down both your sweatpants and panties. "Can't believe you're all mine."

You whine a bit as the cool air touches your bare self, fighting the urge to cover your most sensitive parts. Yet, Kitten’s fingers are always so warm, that they bring you some comfort. She brushes her hand over you, the other reaching to hold your breast. You feel Kitten’s touch everywhere, like an anchor to keep you in the moment. She whispers sweet nothings to your navel as she kisses down to your clit.

Her lips wrap around it, kissing and sucking with ease. As soon as you buck up, she smiles, not wanting to stop you from chasing whatever pleasure you desire. Her fingers tease at your entrance, circling. You felt content in just that until she began to knead your breast.

“Oh, Kitten…” Her finger slips in, curling as she enters. Your head rolls back onto the duvet, feeling every sensation she gives you. “Baby, hold on, one second.”

She immediately rescinds her finger, looking at you, worried, “What’s wrong, love?”

You shake your head, smiling, “Let me make you feel good too, okay? Makes me feel even better. Come on up here.”

Kitten’s concerned look turns to one of excitement as you pat your chest, alluding to what you meant exactly. She rises from her position, kissing your body all along the way. You watch as she begins to undress rather quickly, eager to answer your desires. Her dress falls away into a pile below her, and she steps from the swirls of fabric towards you.

Her lack of underwear has you raise an eyebrow, which goes unnoticed with her preoccupation with climbing on top of you. Kitten giggles as her warmth touches your cold skin as she positions herself reverse to you, hovering over your arousal.

You gaze lovingly at her own above you, biting your lip, “You ready, Kitten?”

“More than ever, baby. Let me taste you, pretty please?”

She wastes no time before diving in, and neither do you. You lick a stripe up her hole, and Kitten shudders against you. She laps at you and sneaks a hand to rub at your clit. Moaning against her, you continue to lick one of your favorite parts of her.

In any other situation, you would have taken your time opening her up and listening to her whines, but with the way she was sucking at your folds, you couldn't help but have your tongue enter her.

"Oh, (Y/N)!" Kitten's breath was heavy, but you didn't stop your actions. Instead, you smiled and sped up. God, you love making her feel the deepest of pleasures.

Kitten groans, beginning to ride your face as she goes to suck your clit. Her fingers move down to finger you yet again, and you pulse around her. You didn't realize how empty you felt until she filled you back up.

You whimper against her hole, the two of you unrelenting in your pleasuring of each other. The vibrations of her moaning had you shaking, you couldn't help but grind against her mouth as well.

Her length twitched, and it deserved your utmost attention. You reach a hand around to grab at her balls, and Kitten stutters against you.

"Fuck, fuck! You're so– ah!"

Tongue continuing to circle and dip into her fluttering hole, you start to pump, desperate for her to release all over your abdomen. Your undulating bodies, never once separating from each other, were hot and sticky. Neither of you would have it any other way.

Kitten scratches down your thighs as you grip her length, and she sucks your clit particularly harshly, and your eyes roll back.

"Don't stop, Kitten… fuck, I'm close."

She smirks, only moving away for a minute to speak sweet nothings, "Never gonna stop, pretty (Y/N)... you taste so good. Perfect for me, aren't you?"

You buck up into her lapping and sucking, feeling your release approaching, egged on by her words. Her hardness twitched, and the tip was leaking onto your fingers. Separating from her hole momentarily, you bite at her cheek, eliciting a muffled shriek from Kitten.

Her moans continue, and so do yours. She moved between thrusting into your hand and grinding on your face effortlessly, full of need. You loved the way she felt on top of you, shuddering and wanting, but still set on getting you off.

With Kitten’s fingers beginning to circle your entrance again, the feeling of relief washes over you like a tidal wave, almost quite literally. Your release wettens her face, but you’re too busy watching her cock release its own all over your stomach. The two of you orgasmed simultaneously, something you never even thought was possible, let alone with you squirting.

The pair of you stay in this moment for a little while, catching your collective breath and basking in the pleasure still coursing through your bodies.

“Darling, you’ve gotten me all wet, haven’t you?” Kitten murmurs against your thigh, kissing it gently. You feel the wetness she referred to now, and embarrassment floods you.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, I–”

Kitten bites your thigh suddenly, and you choke on your words, “I loved it, more than anything. You’re a treasure to behold, (Y/N). Now, what do we say?”

Your head thumps against the duvet again, face warm with your continued arousal and shame. “Thank you, Kitten. Thank you so much.”

“Not what I meant, but still appreciated, love,” she climbs off to lay down beside you, her fucked out gaze catching your attention. “Say that you deserve all the love I just gave you, otherwise I’ve half a mind to slap you on the behind, hm?”

You glow at her words, not disliking the implications, “I deserve the love you just gave me, Kitten, though I might have to take you up on that offer…”

She playfully slaps your arm, smiling, “Dirty girl.”

Kitten leans down to kiss you softly, tracing circles on your chest whilst doing so.

“Really, though, thank you. I hope you don’t mind staying in tonight.”

“I would never mind spending the evening in each other’s arms, especially when you’re not doing well, (Y/N) love.”

The two of you entangle with each other, a mess of limbs, giggling, and kisses. Maybe you could go dancing another night.

#kitten braden x reader #patricia braden x reader #breakfast on pluto #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut