#thank you for giving me a reason to write rpf again

[ktwritesstuff]

The Professor (Pedro Pascal smut inspired by SNL)

Title: The Professor Fandom: RPF: Pedro Pascal, Hot for teacher AU Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Pedro Pascal (professor of Latin American Studies) x Reader (bedraggled PhD candidate) Word Count: ~2000 Summary: As if that SNL skit wasn't going to launch a thousand smut fics... As always, lovingly beta-read by @bs-fangirl. Additional notes below the cut.

Notes: This is my first "real person fic," may God have mercy on my soul. Additionally, my Spanish is virtually non-existent; I've relied heavily on Google Translate and asking my coworkers questions on the sly, my apologies for any errors! As we all know, this is not a story about actual human Pedro Pascal, but the fictionalized version which lives rent free in our heads. And as proper fan girl culture dictates, we keep this shit locked down. But just in case:

This note is for actual human Pedro Pascal and Pedro Pascal only. I don't know why you would click "Read More" on a post clearly labeled "Pedro Pascal, Hot for teacher AU" but if you have, I beg of you LOOK AWAY, SIR. LOOK AWAY. If you choose to proceed, I will not be responsible for any trauma you may suffer as a result. Thank you.

For everyone else, I give you:

The Professor

Professor Pedro Pascal was the head of the Latin American Studies department at your small college.  You had never been in his classes as an undergrad–Latin American Fiction and Poetry, and a special seminar on the Magical Realism of Isabel Allende–but it was well known around campus that his family had fled Pinochet when he was a child, which granted him unsurprising street cred among your communist-leaning circle of friends.  He had been appointed the interim director of the campus’s Literary Center–after his predecessor was ousted for exposing himself in a virtual meeting. 

As the Center’s Graduate Assistant Director, it meant although he wasn’t technically your boss, you were suddenly spending an annoying amount of time working around the throngs of freshman girls who flocked to his office hours.  You couldn’t really blame them.  He was, if not an outright heartthrob, a reasonably good-looking college professor.  A strong face, with a short, rugged beard, a striking Roman nose, and deep brown eyes with the most charming crow's feet.  He had a lean physique, with a hint of softness at the belly, just this side of a “dad bod.”

His modest good looks combined with a cheerful disposition and a penchant for quoting the love poetry of Pablo Neruda were like catnip for liberal arts majors.  And although you were a card-carrying bra-burning feminist, you weren’t entirely immune.

“Professor,” his office door was open, but you knocked on the frame.  

Pedro looked up from the stack of resumes you had been sent to review before the selection panel for a new director.

“Coffee?”

“Mi angelita,” he sighed, rising from his desk to graciously accept the warm cup from your hands.  “What time is the first candidate arriving?”

“Noon,” you said.  “You, me, Dr. Monroe, the Provost, and Assistant Dean are sitting on the interview panel.”

Pedro looked at his watch.  

“Shit,” he sighed.  “I have Intro to Creative Writing at 9:30.”

“I’ll set up the conference room,” you said as he shoved his papers into his messenger bag, slinging it over his shoulder, still carrying the open mug as he raced down the stairs.  

“Thank you, Angel.  Thank you!”

It was a six month process to find a new director.  Six months of staring across the conference table, chewing on the end of your pen, pretending not to be affected by the way he leaned in when you spoke and stroked his thumb across his lower lip in concentration.  Or the obscene way he spread his legs in a comfortable chair while speaking with candidates in front of a panel of students.  

And having to do it all over again when your first choice–a student favorite–declined the position, to stay in New Jersey of all things.  You knew Pedro was relieved to have reached a conclusion; he didn’t care for the administrative duties or politics.  He wanted to teach, to be with his students.  You admired that about him, he appreciated your organizational skills (and the fact that when you made coffee it counted as a meal.)  You worked well together, but now that was coming to an end. 

It was past 9pm and you had already closed up the Literary Center for the night, but Pedro was still in his office, reviewing students’ papers.

“I’m done for the night, Professor,” you said.  “Is there anything I can do to help you get out of here?”

“That depends,” he said, with a wry smile that had you convinced he was only half-kidding.  “How’s your Spanish?”

“Hmm,” you said, stepping into the light of the desk lamp.  “¿Dónde está la biblioteca? ¿Como estas?  Bien, gracias.  ¡Qué lluvia!  And that’s all I’ve got.”

Pedro chuckled.  “I’ve heard worse.”

“That and un tequila, por favor.”

“Tequila,” Pedro repeated, intrigued. He reached into the bottom drawer of his desk, pulling out a bottle of Patron.  “That I can help you with.”

Your mouth fell open in surprise.

“Professor,” you deadpanned.  “I don’t know if you knew this, but alcohol is not permitted in academic buildings.”

"Lucky for me," he said, picking up the bottle. "I have tenure."

You laughed and Pedro laughed; you offered to run downstairs to retrieve a pair of glasses and a salt shaker from the kitchen while he finished grading papers in record speed.

“I worry about these kids,” Pedro said, three shots deep.  “I do!  The moment they hear something the least bit troubling, they refuse to engage with the material.  Our world exists in shades of gray.  They want things to be ideologically pure, when what they need is to learn to discern.  To question.  To decide!”

“I understand what you’re saying, Professor,” you said. 

“Pedro, please,” he interrupted you.  “Pedro.”  

“Pedro,” you repeated.  “I agree, but there’s no reason we need to elevate and spotlight the same tired canon of bigots, abusers, and dead white men year after year when there is so much more out there.”

Pedro downed another shot and pointed an accusing finger at you.  

“Look who’s talking,” he said.  “Your PhD is in Shakespeare Studies!”

“I know,” you laughed, pouring yourself another glass.   “I know, I’m a terrible person.”

“You are not,” he said, suddenly serious.  “You have an incredible mind and the most beautiful way of looking at the world.”

You felt languid and relaxed and warm.  You liked the way Pedro looked at you.  There was something undeniably romantic about getting drunk in the richly furnished office, with its leather armchairs and oak bookshelves, debating the merits of Nietzsche and bell hooks.   

“Okay,” you broke the silence.  “Okay, here’s a fun fact you can pass along to your successor.  There are 3 prints signed by Allen Ginsberg in this building, and you can see them all from this desk.”  

“There’s the one on the wall,” Pedro said, pointing to the framed portrait hanging above the bookshelf.  

“Yes,” you said, rising from your chair and moving to the other side of the desk.  “And there in the hallway, on the right, that's an excerpt from "Howl" they set in the printshop downstairs.”

You perched on the arm of his chair to get closer to his eye-level, pointing through the open door.  You slipped, nearly falling into his lap and he placed a hand on your back to steady you.  He smelled amazing, like old leather and warm spices.  

“And there, in the stairwell, you can just make out the top of his head on that linotype,” you explained.  “Do you see it?”

“I do.”

When you turned your head, Pedro was looking at you.  Perhaps it was the tequila, but you were almost certain he was staring at your lips, his eyes heavily lidded, smiling lazily.

“You look tired,” you warned.  You should have gotten up to leave, but you didn’t want to.  You didn’t want this warm, lovely feeling to ever end.  

“Just thinking,” he said.

“About what?” 

“Kissing you,” he said.  

You were almost surprised; you had spent so much time trying to convince yourself that your semester-long flirtation was a one-sided puppy crush.  You had been so busy with your research and recruiting and planning, you had forgotten somewhere along the way that you were a stone cold fox with tits and ass for days and enough sex appeal to blow the top off Mount St. Helens.

“You can,” you said, turning your body toward him.  “I don’t mind.” 

“I shouldn’t.”

“Fine then,” you turned to stand.

Pedro seized you by the waist, pulling you back into his lap and into a long, slow kiss.  His lips were surprisingly soft and his mouth tasted like salt and lime as his tongue brushed into yours with careful, confident strokes.  

“That was nice,” your eyes fluttered open as Pedro finally pulled away.  “You’re a good kisser.”

“You, too,” Pedro said.  “Again?”

You tilted your chin, touching the point on your neck, just below your ear.  As Pedro leaned in, working the beginnings of a hickey into your neck, you guided his hands from your waist to your breasts.  You pressed against him, moving to straddle his thigh.

“More?” Pedro asked.

“Yes,” you panted. You braced yourself on the back of the chair, one hand on either side of his head, grinding against his leg, feeling hot and wet as he kneaded your breasts with reverent appreciation.

“Mi amor,” he breathed.

“Pedro,” you held his face, nipping at his bottom lip.  

“Dime, lo qué quieres.”

“Fuck.”  His accent went straight to your cunt.  You ran one hand up his thigh, groping at the crotch of his chinos. 

Pedro let out an obscene moan and hoisted you up onto his desk.  He slid his hands up your thighs, fingers slipping into your panties.  He ran his fingertips through your folds, tracing circles around the swollen nub of your clit with an absolute shit-eating grin.

“Qué lluvia.”

You howled with laughter.  “I know that one!  I know that one!” 

“A huevo.”   

Pedro rose from his chair, bunching your dress up around your waist.  You pulled his shirt free from the waistband of his pants, running your hands up the warm skin of his back.  

“Want you,” you sighed.  “Want you inside me.”         

“Whatever you want, Angelita.”  

Pedro pulled your underwear down to your ankles, pausing to retrieve a condom from the wallet in his back pocket, like an over-eager undergrad, pulling down his pants to roll it on.  He pressed the head of his cock against your clit.  You grabbed him by the ass, wrapping your legs around him to guide him into you.  

Pedro flicked his hips into you with short, quick strokes, sending jolts of energy through your core.

“More,” you pleaded breathlessly.  “Deeper.”

Pedro lifted your ankles onto his shoulders, pressing into you long and slow until you could feel him bumping against your cervix.  You gasped, reaching behind you, scrambling for leverage, knocking the computer monitor off the desk.

“Oh no!” You turned, trying to catch it before it crashed to the floor.

“It’s okay!” Pedro said, taking your face in his hands to guide your gaze back to his eyes.  “It’s a shitty computer.  It’s fine.”

You moaned, letting your head fall back, grabbing for his chest with one hand as he fucked you.

“So soft,” he moaned against your ear.  “So fucking good for me, Angel.”  

“Give me your hand,” you said, guiding his fingers back to your clit.  “Up and down, right there.  Oh God.”  

You grabbed Pedro’s shoulder to brace yourself.  

“I’m close,” he warned.

“Not yet,” you pleaded.  “Just a little more.”  

You could feel your own climax building inside you.  You just needed a little more to push you over the edge.  

“Oh God!”

Pedro came inside you with a gasp as your inner walls clenched around him.  He slowly withdrew, supporting your legs, and easing you onto your back, scattering papers and pens onto the floor.  He kissed your neck and your breasts as his hands explored the curves of your body. 

You woke the next morning on the couch in Pedro’s office.  You were lying on top of him; your head on his chest.  He had his arms around you, your head was pounding as you squinted into the daylight.

“We got fucked up last night?” you said.

“Yup.”  

“It was nice."

"It was," Pedro agreed, kissing the top of your head as you blinked sleep from your eyes. 

"What time is it?”

You grabbed his forearm, turning it so you could look at the face of his watch.  

“Oh shit,” you gasped.  “I have Freshman Seminar in half an hour.”

“I already missed my morning classes,” Pedro moaned, letting his head fall back against the armrest. 

“Do you want to explain to Dr. Monroe why I can’t teach her class?” you said, rising from the couch and searching the office floor for your underpants.

“No,” Pedro said.  “She scares me.”  

You pulled your underwear back on, finding your bag, you used the satin scarf tied around the handle to cover the love-bites blooming on your throat and chest.  You dabbed concealer under your eyes and added a fresh coat of red lipstick.  

“Would you like to have lunch together? Not at the Caf. Somewhere nice, like a date.” Pedro asked, sitting up.  He looked endearingly child-like with his bedhead and giant brown eyes.  

You paused, checking your reflection in your compact mirror.  

“Can we do that?” you asked.

“I don’t see why not,” he said.  “You were never my student and after this week we won’t even work together any more.”

“Oh,” you nodded.  “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

“I’ll pack things up here and meet you after class.”  

You smiled.  “I’ll see you then.”   

#rpf: pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #hot for teacher AU #mr. ben has us in a chokehold #mr. ben snl #pedro pascal x you

[mercurial-cool]

💜Ambrosia Progress Update 💜

Hello lovely Bloodweave community! Since my last post was me nearly four months ago saying that a new Ambrosia chapter would likely be coming by the end of the year (lol), I just thought I'd pop back in here to give a quick little "proof of life" post and reassure anyone still wondering that, at least in theory, it still has not been abandoned -- I just took a little time away from working on it for various reasons.

[That's the important part of what I wanted to share, but I'm inserting a cut below for some additional self-indulgent rambling for anyone who wants a bit more context.]

One reason for the hiatus was that my job got crazy towards the end of the year, which both took away from my writing time and also my BG3-playing time, making it harder to jump back in and capture the characters' voices as accurately as I felt I could when I was playing more regularly. And the other, more recent and much sillier reason is that I accidentally and unexpectedly stumbled into an obsession with Formula 1 and had some writing ideas for that fandom that my brain demanded that I act on immediately... so, if you subscribed to me for Ambrosia updates and get a notification soon that I've de-anoned 45k words of (AO3 member-locked) Formula 1 RPF, I am so sorry for the possible bait-and-switch lmao. (But congratulations to the, like, three other people who might exist with me at the center of the Venn diagram of those two fandoms haha... I'd love to know if you're out there!)

I'll admit that I've felt guilty for doing that other writing while Ambrosia was still unfinished. I've never had anything I've written come anywhere close to the level of popularity that Ambrosia has reached, and it was something I've truthfully found a little overwhelming at times. At the very least, it's prompted me to feel quite a bit more anxious and perfectionistic about whether any new chapters I put out "live up to" the bar that's been set by how much people have enjoyed the previous chapters. None of that is to diminish how unbelievably appreciative I am of the people who have taken the time to read and comment on Ambrosia -- I still read and am grateful for every single comment that comes through, even though I've done a shit job of responding to them lately (another source of no small amount of guilt).

But I think I needed to take some time to do some writing that didn't have the self-imposed pressure of quite so many eyes. And now that I've done that, I'm excited to return to Ambrosia refreshed and with a healthier perspective. I know better than to actually try and give a timeline this time around for when the next chapter might be out, but just know that I'm once again actively working on it, and I'm very excited about some of the writing that I've already completed. :)

Thank you (and/or I'm sorry) to anyone who bothered to read this far, and hope you're all doing well. <3

#bg3 #and also‚ randomly‚ formula 1 #bloodweave #ambrosia #self-indulgent longpost

[choke-me-joey]

could you possibly do 33 with JQ, but something with him being a boob guy 👀 your writing is so damn good😩

Thank you omg let me kiss u

33. Fuck, I'm gonna come baby, tell me where you want it

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), oral (m receiving), cumshot, Joe sneaks a picture without reader knowing, he is also a boobs guy sorry I don't make the rules

Hoe-vember masterlist

You glance over at your boyfriend, sat on the opposite end of the sofa to you, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the TV and the fairy lights that adorned the fire place. Fuck, he was so stupidly handsome. With his gorgeous curls, sharp as fuck jawline and those damn lips. Ugh, you wanted to kiss him all day every day.

But unfortunately you couldn't. In fact, in just 12 more hours Joe'd be on another plane setting off to Germany for a con for the weekend and then some other press related bits meaning he'd be away for another 2 weeks, but such was the life of dating one of the world's current biggest stars.

He feels your gaze on him, and pokes you with his foot. He smirks.

"Oi, creep." He jokes.

"What, I can't look at my hot as fuck boyfriend?" You smirk back, tickling his foot and making him retract it quickly.

"Only if your hot as fuck boyfriend is allowed to look at his sexy as hell girlfriend." Joe winks at you and you groan.

"Why do I want you every second of every day?" You whine as if it's an inconvenience, but start crawling towards him up the sofa. He lets out a low chuckle, setting down his drink and settling more into the corner of the sofa, adjusting his position so you can straddle him.

"I mean, it works out great for me, so I'm not complaining." He looks up at you and pulls you into a kiss, his hands cupping your face. The kiss starts out sweet but soon turns fiery, and Joe's hands leave your face, sliding down your back, feeling your curves before settling on your bum. He squeezes your cheeks as you grind down on him, making him moan. "Again? Babe, you really are on one tonight, aren't you?"

You'd already fucked like rabbits most of the afternoon, so you weren't really suprised at his comment. You were pretty sure the only room in the whole flat you hadn't fucked in was his roommate's room, for obvious reasons, and the living room because said flatmate was in and out all day. Now he was definitely out tonight and you wanted to take advantage of that.

You respond by kissing his neck, licking and sucking, but not hard enough to leave any marks. His grip on your bum tightens; his neck was particularly sensitive. He lets out a strained breath as you move lower to his exposed collarbone, nibbling at it.

"Off, please." You tug at bottom of his shirt and he obliges, sitting up and tossing it somewhere behind you. You sit up and admire him. "Way better."

"I always knew you only liked me for my body," Joe teases, and then sucks in a breath as you squeeze his cock through his joggers.

"That and your fucking excellent cock, babe." You kiss down his chest a little. "Speaking of, wanna suck your cock, that okay with you?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

Between the two of you, you manage to peel off his joggers. You raise an eyebrow when instead of being met with boxers, you're met with your boyfriend's extremely hard and exposed cock. "Eager, are we?"

"More like comfy. If I'd have known I was going to be getting sucked off on the sofa I would have just eaten dinner naked."

"Mm, maybe when you're back home we can do that, but for now-" you move on to your knees in front of him, and strip off so you are also naked. You shoot him the sexiest little grin. "-want you to fuck my face. Give you something to think about when you're in those lonely hotel rooms."

"God, you're the fucking best," Joe groans as you lick up from the base to the head of his cock, making it twitch. You suckle on the precum already gathered at the head and Joe's head falls back onto the back of the sofa. "Shit, do that thing with your tongue, babe." You do that thing with your tongue. "Oh my fucking god, you're incredible."

His hand comes up to your head as you take him fully into your mouth, swallowing him down until he's nestled in your throat. His grip tightens in your hair, making you moan around him.

Joe bucks his hips involuntarily, and you gag slightly, coming up for air and wrapping your hand around his glistening cock and jerking him off to make up for the absence of your mouth. "Shit, sorry, sorry, your mouth is so fucking good, can't help it."

"I know baby, it's okay," you whisper, before taking the head of his cock back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down on his length. Both of his hands tangle into your hair, and you flick your eyes up at him to give him the go ahead. He bites his lip and starts to move his hips, fucking your face slowly and carefully at first. Once you're both comfortable, he begins to pick up speed, fucking in and out of your mouth as he babbles nonsense from above you.

"Fuck, so fucking good, take my cock so well baby, shit, can you touch yourself? Make yourself cum while I fuck your face yeah? Fuck, thaaaat's it, such a good girl for me, aren't you?"

"Mmhmm" you moan as well as you can with his dick in your mouth as you play with your clit, rubbing it in frantic circles. Sucking him off, his little noises and the way he was fucking your mouth had your panties damp and your pussy aching to be touched. It doesn't take much, just a few swipes of your fingers before you're coming, pussy pathetically clenching around nothing, moaning around your boyfriend's cock. He groans loudly.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come baby, tell me where you want it."

You pull off his cock, licking a strip up the vein that ran along the underside, making him shiver.

"Where do you want it?" You give him a sultry smile, leaning back so your bum was resting on your calves; you already knew the answer.

"Shit, shit, can I come on your tits babe? Please?" Joe hisses, tugging on his cock and fighting off his impending orgasm. You nod, taking his balls into your mouth and gently sucking on them. He growls your name. "Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking filthy, so hot, shit-"

He pushes you back gently and you squish your boobs together for him. Your Joe was a boob man through and through, and the sight of your magnificent tits waiting for him to cum on makes him bite his lip.

"Cum on my tits, Joey, please, get me all messy."

That does it, and with a grunt he comes, covering your boobs in milky white streaks, one bit even hits your chin. Joe pants as he squeezes the last bit of spend from himself, collapsing back on the sofa. His skin is covered with a light layer of sweat, curls plastered to his forehead. You scoop up some of his cum with your finger and pop it into your mouth, and you hum appreciatively as his taste.

You hear a camera shutter click, and you look up to see Joe grinning behind his phone. "You prick!" You laugh, covering your face. "Could have warned me, I look fucking awful right now."

"You absolutely do not, babe. This'll keep me company in one of those, what did you call it? Lonely hotel rooms?"

You grin taking his phone from him, switching the camera to record and straddling his naked waist. His cock twitches with interest as you rub your pussy along his length.

"Why stop at a picture?"

#joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #kats hoevember event #joseph quinn x y/n

[askew-d]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "askew-d "?

hello, there! sorry for the long wait, i forgot to check my notifs :( i will do better next time. thank you for this question! i feel like i’ve waited ages for someone to ask me exactly that, lol. i could talk about well-written fanfics forever!! can i give you a hug? because this is wonderful, really.

let’s go for it! my range of fanfiction that i enjoy vary, but one thing remains: i will adore your fic, no matter the fandom, if it’s written with passion and if it contains good, poetic introspection. i love poetry. for me, if there’s melancholic tropes of any kind i’m into it. immortal character and reincarnation? give me now. supernatural elements or slice of life with doomed narrative? i’ll ignore sleep to read it. angst with happy ending? my endgame, for sure.

however, i also adore silly, comedic, cute pieces of domestic life or otherwise. i had a hard time choosing from my bookmarks for this, and i also reviewed some of my favorites, it was fun. before we continue, here are some of the tags that i don’t dive into for whatever reason: porn without plot (it personally just doesn’t interest me at all), non-con, gore, a/b/o dynamics, soulmates au. sorry if you were hoping for it! i’ll try classify them into an order of what i like most.

1. jellyfish, by mystery twin, for the haikyuu!! fandom — i read this when i was finishing high school and coincidentally the story talks about finishing high school! i have a personal attachment that makes me reread it every year. it’s some sort of tradition at this point. not to mention i love kagehina dearly.

2. teen project to change the world, by animeloverhomura, for the mo dao zu shi fandom — respectfully speaking, i would find this author and give them a big hug. their writing is spetacular! if you've never seen this one and you're into mdzs, know it's a story where the characters get to see every event from the novel and donghua, even the dead characters. they watch wei wuxian journey, can you believe it? so goddamn entertaining. promptly waiting for the next update!

3. a hundred or so hellos, by iwillstillopenthewindow, for the haikyuu!! fandom — remember i said i love melancholic stories? well, this one broke me so hard, i had to mention how i hold it with tenderness (we love things that breaks us, dont we?). this fandom manages to write the cutest, most unhinged things sometimes. even it's an anime about sports. i always get amazed by it.

4. no certainty of doors between us, by betts, for the mo dao zu shi fandom — certainly the most silly little fanfic i've ever seen, it's hilariously sweet. i want everyone to read this masterpiece because, seriously, whoever did this deserves only the best. so, so, cute. it had to be in my top 10!

5. their kindred encounters, by fireflavoredwhiskey, for the untamed rpf fandom (bjyx) — you know those kinds of shows, books, any piece of media, that tears up apart? well, this one was it for me. it's a very famous one that deserves all praise, certainly well-written and enjoyable to the core, with doses of angst, romance and beauty overall.

6. as the clouds part and clear, we finally meet again, by 12262325, for the mo dao zu shi fandom — aaaaa, i was truly torn between putting this in the third or fourth place, but i ended up putting it here. come on, i love an age difference kind of story, especially for wangxian, and this one was perfectly done. sweet and funny. the development? the yearning?? outstanding!! i read this many times already, i'll never get tired.

7. pursuit, by emleewrites, for the haikyuu!! fandom — mystery, romance, lawsuits, poker games, adventure, slice of life, AMAZING depictions and so, so goddamn well-written? that's what you're looking for in any fanfiction. the author dedicated herself entirely for this story, and, like i said, i love stories that are written with passion, you can see it pouring through every paragraph. besides, highly entertaining. i'm not very into long fics, but once i started it off, i couldn't stop. that's how addicting it is.

8. linger by the door (i’ve always been yours), by piecrust, for the mo dao zu shi fandom — epistolary?? have i mentioned how i love it?? some of the phrases in this are gold, in my bookmarks you can check some of them (i ought to make a list of my favorite fic quotes, btw, i will sure do it). through each letter i could comprehend more of wei wuxian's feelings and his internal conflict. i love feeling this connected to a character.

9. all the world is ours to take, by khrys, for the fugou keiji fandom — i have more than one favorite fanfiction for this couple. you know these kinds of developing relationship where the transition from (maybe enemies too) friends to lovers happens so smoothly that it feels like they've been soulmates first and foremost at the end? i don't even know how to explain. i just love how, when they finally are together, it's like they've been together for years. and they just... made it official? i like it. i love my mr. kambe haru.

10. he won’t tell you that he loves you, by hellshandbasket, for the house m.d fandom — i found this to be the most fitting, perfect story for this specific couple. they deserved more stories like this, but we dont see it anymore. i would hightlight the feelings realization in this one, that is so fucking real? haha in any case, it's a fanfic that i enjoyed a great deal.

that's it, i guess! i wanted to add link click fanfics also, however i barely started reading fanfictions from its fandom, i'm drowning in it lately but it's just a start. perhaps very sooon!

oh, i’m gonna finish explaining about the name! in my native language, i’ve heard someone tell me before that ‘life’s a little askew, nothing’s ever perfect’, and that quote remained in every biography of any english website i ever went to. then in literature class someday i had to write about historical women and came across this one named anne askew (i wanted to write about the mostly barely-spoken women). it was the second time i saw this word. i didn’t think of it as a proper name before, but then i had to create a nickname for my ao3 profile and thought, humn, why not just ‘askew’? the quote has been engraved in my heart anyway, so i went for it. we’re all flawed and askew. so, yeah, it just… fit? the ‘d’ here on tumblr it’s only because my surname has a ‘de morais’ in it. i also liked that it resembled ‘alaska’, the john green character i was kinda of obsessed with back in my teenager grunge phase. i don’t like these kinds of books anymore, but i guess some details stay with you. do you think it’s weird? never thought of changing.

thanks for this outstanding ask, it certainly entertained me. and hope you have a nice sleep today, big hugs coming your way! 🤍

#fanfiction #yizhan fic #yizhan fic rec #bjyx #ao3 #mdzs fic #wangxian #daiharu #wangxian fic #wang yibo #xiao zhan #yizhan #the untamed #mdzs #lan wangji #cql #kagehina #kagehina fic #haikyuu #house md #hilson md #hilson #hinata shouyou #millionaire detective #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #kageyama tobio #wei wuxian

[delicate-moon-princess]

Correction

Correction

Summary: Even the best behaved girls act out sometimes and need a little correcting. Good thing Henry is not above punishing his little darling.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: 18+ RPF, DD/LG, daddy kink, spanking, timeouts, oral (m receiving), cocksucking as a form of comfort (should this really be a warning? Fuck it), fingering (f receiving), sort of long description of female orgasm (sorry, I got carried away), kinda fluffy smut?- Let me know if I forget anything!

Word count: 5.3k (I seem to have a hard time writing anything short opps 😅)

Any typos are my own

A/N: Thank you for 62 followers! 🥹I love each and everyone of you all so very much. So, this is a little bit kinkier than my other work. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!

You had never been this bored before. Time seemed to be moving along at a snail's pace. Lazily pressing play on another episode of your favorite comedy show, you groaned. Usually, you didn’t mind watching the reruns, but the characters were failing to make you giggle like they normally did.

Henry had sat you down in front of the TV hours ago. During breakfast he told you his manager sent him a script for a pretty big project that he could be involved in. He needed some peace and quiet to read through it with no distractions. He took his work very seriously. So, he planted you down in the den with your games, your shows, water, and a healthy snack.

There had been some major pouting from you at the idea of being away from him. He assured you it would be alright, he would be close by. And he swore he would give you a treat after he was done if you were a good girl. 

He let you know that he would be in his office if you absolutely needed him. Then, he made sure to tell you that he loved you before walking into his study that was only a couple doors down the hall. 

You tried to wait like a good girl, occasionally getting up to peek your head in to check on him. Each time he told you he would finish soon. You nodded with a pout before ducking back out.

After the third time you had gotten up to check on him, you started to grow annoyed. You knew his work was important, but right now you wanted attention. So, you were going to demand it.

Standing up from the comfy sectional, you marched straight back to his study. This time you didn’t slowly open the door and poke your head in like you did before. You came striding into the room, your arms swinging as you walked like you were on a mission.

His attentive eyes followed you as you moved to stand in front of him. Those wonderful lips tilted up into a grin. He leaned back on the couch to look at you, his legs spread. 

“What are you doing, darling?” Henry chuckled, eyeing your position. 

Your hands rested on your hips in a sassy demeanor. He looked at your face, smiling wider as you pouted at him.

You grumbled, crossing your arms, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

“No, I haven’t been ignoring you, sweetheart.” He told you sternly, his grin dropping at the accusation.

“Yes, you have!” You stomped your foot, his lips twitched again. He was holding back another chuckle at your little tantrum.

“Do not stomp at me. I told you, little one, I need to read this script.” His voice was still firm, despite being amused by your theatrics. He lifted the pages up for you to see. “Now, Daddy will play with you once he’s done.”

“You’ve been saying that for the past two hours.” You grunted in exasperation.

His brows raised, “It’s not an easy read, love. Now go watch your show while Daddy finishes.” 

“I don’t want to.”

A sigh left his mouth, you could tell he was starting to get fed up with your attitude. Still, he tried to reason with you.

“Fine, if you can be quiet, you can sit here with Daddy. I should be done in another half hour or so-“ Your whine cut him off.

“I don’t want to wait! I’ve waited long enough. Can’t you just read it later?” You huffed.

“No, little girl. This role could be very big for Daddy and he needs to finish this. Now, quit that whining. You’re being very bratty right now.” He pointed a finger at you sternly.

“I’m not whining… and I’m not a brat.” You protested, fists clenching. 

Deep down, you knew he was right. You really were being a brat. But you didn’t care. He deserved your attitude. You were only yearning for your Daddy’s affection, growing frustrated when he wouldn’t drop everything to pay attention to you. Did he really expect you not to act out?

“Now you’re back talking Daddy. Are you itching to go to timeout?” He threatened, raising a brow as he dared you to say another word.

“No. No timeout.” You whined, trying to get him to just listen to you.

“I think a timeout is exactly what you need.” He grunted, closing the script and going to stand up.

Your eyes widened. No, he couldn’t just stick you in a timeout to get rid of you. Puffing up your chest, you tried to seem bigger. Your lower lip jutted out further as your frustration grew larger. He wasn’t listening to you and or your feelings. Well, you would make yourself known to him, whether he liked it or not.

He was almost standing when you let a small growl erupt from your throat, “No!”

Henry stopped, looking at you in shock. He lowered himself back down to the sofa, having to sturdy himself by bracing his hand on his knee. That sure got his attention.

“Excuse me, little girl?” His statement was enough to make you shiver instinctively. It was his stern daddy voice.

Despite the jolt of fear that spiked through you, you still wanted to push his buttons. Make him pay for ignoring you. You looked around for a moment for another opportunity to show him how bratty you could actually be. Your eyes fall at the pack of papers still in his lap.

Not thinking, you ripped the script out of his hand. He wasn’t quick enough to stop you before you tossed it across the room. You turned your head to watch it hit the wall, smirking triumphantly. When you looked back at  him, his face had grown even more flabbergasted. You had to bite back a giggle, wishing you had your phone so you could capture his expression on film.

Your smirk slowly disappeared as his face morphed into one of pure fury. His eyes were ablaze, still sitting on the loveseat in his office. Your ears picked up on the sound of his breath increasing in speed, his nostrils flaring as he panted out of his nose. His lips parted, his lower jaw jutting outward slightly.

He resembled a bull about ready to attack a matador. You were the matador in this situation and you just upset the beast. Upset your Daddy. Big time.

A loud squeal filled the room as he suddenly grabbed you, yanking you to lay over his lap. You blinked, dazed from the quick movement. Turning your head, you caught his gaze. The anger in his eyes made you cower immediately, shivering as he growled at you.

“Is this what you want, huh? You want Daddy to discipline you? Oh, I bet you’re so proud of yourself right now.” He snarled as you squirmed.

Shaking your head quickly, you were well aware of what was to come. Whimpering, you reached back to try and cover your bum. He was quick to take both of your arms, pinning them behind your back with one of his hands.

“Enough. You earned this. What gives you the right to toss Daddy’s things across the room?” He chided you, clicking his tongue and shaking his head when you simply whined.

“Then there was the whining, the back talking, the foot stomping, and you growled at Daddy.” He shook his head in disbelief, scoffing. 

“All because Daddy needed to finish his work before he could give you his undivided attention. I even promised you a treat if you behaved well.” He spoke sadly, he had been looking forward to rewarding your good behavior.

You flinched as you remembered. Of course there was no way the idea of a reward was still on the table. You would be lucky if you could even sit after the hiding you were about to receive. Shuddering, you bowed your head and whimpered. Regret filled you.

“This is so unlike you, darling. You’re normally such a good girl.” He murmured in disappointment, softening slowly as your shoulders began to shake when you weeped. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy…” You sniffled, looking back at him. You shifted when you felt him grab the hem of your sundress.

“I know you are, little one. But that won’t get you out of your spanking. It’s Daddy’s job to correct that attitude of yours so it doesn’t get out of hand.” He told you, grunting when you tried to lift your legs up to cover your bottom. A last ditch effort to impede your punishment.

“Enough, little girl.” He growled, making your legs immediately drop. Quickly, he tucked his leg over both of yours to keep them pinned down. “You asked for this. You wanted Daddy’s attention, you got it.”

Secretly, you knew this was going to happen. Maybe you even craved it. You just missed him so much today, any attention from him would suffice. Even if he was about to give you spankies. 

Henry watched you hiccup and slump submissively in his lap. You understood why he had to punish you, but that didn’t make it any easier. Your heart started to beat even quicker as anxiety rose up inside you.

You looked back at him, seeing an expression of regret filling his features, almost identical to your own. It didn’t look like he was about to enjoy whacking your poor behind. He rubbed your back softly as the last of his anger left him.

“Now, you’re going to get ten swats with my palm. I’m going to make sure that bottom of yours is nice and warm. Then, you’ll do thirty minutes in timeout. Okay, love?” His voice was gentler now, keeping his eyes locked with yours.

He could tell you were already coming out of your deviant mood. After he slowly let go of your hands from behind your back, you raised them to rest obediently on the sofa. You nodded with a sniffle, morphing back into his good little girl. 

The girl that always did what Daddy told her to do. Your eyes shined, your remorse showing clearly now. You really were sorry for being a bad girl.

He smiled after a second, holding your cheek. “Daddy has already forgiven you, sweetheart. After I correct your behavior, everything can go back to normal. Okay?”

You smiled weakly a little at his words, nodding quickly again as your tears slipped. You could do this. You could take your punishments like a good girl. If it meant you got to cuddle him afterwards.

He stroked your cheek tenderly for a moment, swiping a tear away with his thumb. Tapping your nose affectionately, his hands resumed tugging up your dress. Letting out a whimper, you buried your face in the couch below you. You yelped when he tugged off your panties unceremoniously.

His large hand rubbed over the flesh on your right bum cheek. He was kind enough to warm up your skin before he was to spank your behind. It would lessen the initial pain.

“You know what to do, darling. Count them.” He reminded you gently, waiting for a nod from you.

He reared his hand back, bringing it down harshly on your flesh. You squealed, jerking a little. Your teeth dug into your lower lip to stop the cry wanting to bubble up. Henry was a gentle, loving Daddy. But he didn’t spare the rod either. He was all about nipping bad behavior in the bud, so his punishments were usually very intense. You would not be forgetting who was the boss anytime again soon.

“One!” You sobbed softly, hiccuping. The urge to cry overwhelmed you already.

If you were this emotional after one whack this was going to be a very bad time.

He smacked the other cheek with the same amount of force, you knew his hand had to be hurting. Maybe even as much as your poor butt which he landed the blow on.

“T-Two!”

Your flesh jiggled when he struck you again, alternating back to your other cheek.

“Ow! Three!”

Tears were streaming down your cheeks by now, leaving wet streaks on your skin. Your face was red and snot dripped from your nose. He spanked you again.

“Four-” You were cut off by another quick whack. “Ah! Five!”

He landed another three quick swats. You tried to keep up with them, though you weren’t sure if you were completely coherent. Henry let your sudden lack of verbal skills slide, your babbled cries would suffice. He paused before he smacked your flesh once more.

“N-Nine…” You blubbered, your skin was red and throbbing. You geared up for the last hit, clenching. It didn’t come, however. He sighed softly from behind you, seeing you start to tense up to lessen the hurt of your final whack.

Gentle fingers lifted your jaw, making you look back at him. He stared at you, letting you see how proud he was of you for taking your thrashing. You melted as you gazed at him, relaxing for a split second. 

The last blow was sent to your unclenched bottom, Henry having spanked the last little bit of defiance out of you. His force was enough to send you sliding forward. He quickly steadied you back in his lap.

“Ten! A-Ah…” You finally began to wail, your shoulders shaking as you let all your emotions bubble up.

Henry quickly tilted you up, guiding you to sit in his lap. A hiss escaped you as the fabric of his jeans rubbed against your raw skin. He soothed you, making you lean into his kisses as he peppered them all over your face.

“You were so good, my love. Daddy’s good girl.” He whispered against your temple as your cries softened.

Rocking you for a little bit, he made sure you were only sniffling when he carefully lifted you to stand in front of him. He stood up, rubbing your arms as he towered over you. Your knees wobbled as you stared up at him with watery eyes, wanting to show how much of a good girl you were by keeping eye contact with him- something you knew he loved.

You were rewarded with a smile from him. He bent down to kiss your warm nose, humming gently as he led you to a nearby corner for your timeout. Normally, you would have squatted on your timeout stool, but it was all the way on the other side of the house. So, standing in the corner would do just fine for now.

“Thirty minutes, darling. Daddy will set a timer. He should be done reading by then, so he will give you all the cuddles you want after your time is up.” He murmured, reaching into his pocket to quickly set a timer on his phone.

You assumed the standard timeout position. Your arms rested at your sides and you lowered your head, pressing it into the corner of the walls. Henry hummed in approval, rubbing your hips.

“Good girl.” His hands wandered closer to your bum. 

Your panties had been lost beside the couch, but your sundress had fallen back down; thankfully covering your red bottom. You squirmed when his palms grazed over your clothed backside, the fabric so thin you could still feel the warmth of his palms against your tender flesh. He lifted the dress again, bunching it up and holding it in front of you.

“Hold up your dress. Daddy wants to see that smart little behind as he finishes reading.” He breathed against your ear, causing you to tremble.

You shakily reached up to grip the bundle of fabric in both your hands. Sniffling, you heard him pull away. He praised you one last time before reaching down to pick up the script that had fallen close by.

He moved back to the loveseat, you heard him sigh and open the pages again. You could feel his eyes burning into your backend occasionally as time lulled on. The cool air in his office grazed against both your heated bottom and sensitive cunt. Slick coated the inside of your thighs, growing cold against your skin as it dried.

No matter how rough Henry’s punishments might be, they never failed to leave you soaked. You really had no control over your body when it came to him.

With only your sniffling and the occasional sound from him, the room was nearly silent. It left you alone with your thoughts. You dwelled on your actions earlier, how despicable they had been.

This is why Henry always said the timeout was always the most crucial part of punishment. It gave you time to reflect, letting the fact that he had no other choice but to spank you sink it. 

You had been a very bad girl. How could he ever forgive you? Your shoulders dropped, tears threatening to bubble up again. What if he was lying before, and you weren’t really forgiven?

“Stand up straight, sweetheart. Only five more minutes.” He coached you, audibly turning a page.

The sound of his voice relaxed you, reminding you that he still cared. His tone told you that you were really forgiven. He never gave you a reason to doubt his words before.

Squaring back up, you vowed to take the rest of your discipline like a good girl. You sniffled, trying to stop your crying. Good girls don’t cry over the consequences of their bad decisions.

When the timer finally went off, you jumped at the jarring sound. The scare made your eyes tear again, all your emotions crumbling. You started hiccuping and shivering, the weight of what happened finally crushing down fully. 

Your punishment was over. It was horrendous, but you made it. Everything can go back to normal again, right? You were too scared to turn around and face him, fearing you might not be able to stop from crying.

“Sweet girl, turn around.” He said softly, loud enough for you to hear from the corner. He must have finished reading because you heard him close the script.

Slowly, you obeyed. Your eyes met his as you turned. Immediately, you broke out sobbing. The sight of your Daddy looking at you with nothing but love and affection was enough to break you. You didn’t deserve his forgiveness, but you were ever grateful for it. Both your hands come up to rub your watery eyes, your dress falling back down.

“Oh, darling…” His face dropped when he saw you start to cry, opening his arms for you. “Come here.”

You dropped to your knees, immediately starting to crawl towards him. Your legs couldn't be trusted to carry yourself to him. He had to know how grateful you were for him, you had to make it up to him.

He opened his legs for you to kneel between, watching you as you immediately  nuzzled his thigh. You huffed on his scent, sniffling messily. Whining when he lifted your head, you peeked open your eyes.

His fingers gently stroked your cheek which was wet with tears. He reached for a tissue from the table beside him, wiping your nose after dabbing the moisture from your eyes. This comforted you, closing your eyes with a sigh as he cared for you.

“My good girl. You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” He eased your cheek back down to his thigh, sighing as you continued to breathe in his scent.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, your head resting on his leg as your crying slowed down. He played with your hair, whispering soft shushes to you. You calmed a little, closing your eyes as he spoke.

“Daddy’s sorry for not spending time with you today, little one. He let himself get too busy to be with his little girl.” He apologized for his part in all of this, bending down to kiss your head. 

“That doesn’t excuse your actions, however. But Daddy has already corrected you, so everything is all better now.” He told you with a nod.

His loving words made you emotional all over again. You couldn’t speak, but you needed to show him how sorry you were and how much you appreciate him. Whining, you nuzzled further up his thigh, closer to his groin. You rubbed your cheek against his bulge. He tensed for a moment, fingers twitching in your locks. After a second, he relaxed and cooed softly. 

“Darling, you just want to suckle on something, don’t you?” His voice deepened a little, causing your poor little cunt to pulsate sharply. He knew exactly what you needed. 

The little whimper you let out answered his question. You started to squirm as you got excited at the idea of taking comfort from his cock in your mouth. That would be just wonderful right now, as you tittered on the edge of another meltdown.

“Oh, it’s alright. Daddy will give you something to suckle on.” His hands went for the button of his jeans, yanking the zipper open.

You pulled back a little to let him pull himself out, anxiously waiting to see the cock you love so much. Your tongue unconsciously came out to lick your lips when he pulled his pants and boxers down just enough for his half hard length to pop out. 

“Here we are, sweetheart. Go ahead, latch on.” He guided the tip of his dick into your lips after you opened them.

With your cheek still pressed into his thigh, you suckled on the head. You loved that he was still partially soft, that way you could feel him harden slowly in your mouth. You moaning, drooling on the taste of him

Suckling gently on him, you hummed and closed your eyes. He bobbed in and out of your mouth. The weight of him on your tongue comforted you, relaxing as he petted your hair tenderly. Soft little sucking  noises can be heard, Henry grunting a little.

He hissed quietly, “That’s it, darling. Soothe yourself with Daddy’s cock. Good girl.”

The rolling of your tongue along his frenulum made him leak precum. The taste of him was welcomed by you, making your body wiggle excitedly as you swallowed it down. He groaned, letting out a breathless chuckle.

“There’s my happy girl. Does Daddy taste good?” He hummed, watching your bum sway back and forth as you lapped at him. You nodded quickly.

You could tell he wanted to buck his hips. He didn’t, however, letting you remain interrupted as you licked and sucked him softly. Soon, his dick started to harden completely, making you follow it with your lips as it stood straight up now. You eagerly listened to his deep groans.

Taking him further in your mouth, you began to move your head up and down. His length was lubricated from your saliva and his precum, making it easy for your lips to glide over his warm flesh. He growled and finally let his hips buck up.

Your eyes rolled back when the head brushed the back of your mouth, making you gag a little. Tightening your lips around him, you moaned and relaxed your throat. Henry felt this, looking down at you. He groaned, seeming to be amazed by your virgor. You pulled back to catch your breath, lapping messily at his dripping tip as your hand wrapped around his base.

“You really want to make it up to Daddy, don’t you, little one?” He chuckled deeply, holding your hair back with one hand.

He cooed as you nodded enthusiastically. You moved to rest both your hands on his thighs, gripping the muscles there. Slowly, you lowered your mouth back down onto his cock. His finger traced your cheek, tickling the corner of your lips as he felt them stretch around him.

“You’re taking me so well in your little mouth, darling. Such a good girl. Keep this up and you’ll receive a treat very soon…” He panted, grunting as he watched you start to bob your head.

You squirmed excitedly now, eager to receive your tasty treat. This must be your reward for taking your spankies like such a good girl. You gagged a little, eyes tearing. That didn’t stop you from increasing your pace, Henry lifting his hips to meet your lips.

His moans of pleasure were music to your ears. He grew louder the closer he came to his climax. Those thick fingers of his weaved into your hair, gripping your locks as his groans boomed around the room.

“A-Ah, just a little more, sweetheart. Daddy’s so close.” He gasped, tossing his head back and strained a little.

You felt his cock start to throb repeatedly against your tongue. With one final roar, his balls tightened as he emptied his creamy seed into your mouth. Moaning, you swallowed it all down without a second thought. Henry panted deeply above your head, growling occasionally.

Slowly, you pulled away. He fell out of your lips with a soft ‘pop’. You pressed your cheek against his leg as he huffed, licking your lips as you savored the taste of him. Gazing at his softening length, you hummened in content when he rubbed the back of your neck.

He eventually recovered enough to lift your head to stare into your eyes. His smile made you blush, looking down bashfully.

“That was wonderful, love. You really made Daddy feel good.” He huffed in amazement, watching your face light up when he said that.

“Really?” You looked up at him, biting your lip. Giving him pleasure was all you hoped for, and learning that you exceeded made you all feel all tingly. 

“Really, my love.” He murmured with a smile, leaning down to kiss you. 

Relaxing, you barely felt him pull you into his lap. You shivered when his warmth surrounded you, leaning into his embrace. He held you, rubbing your hip comfortingly.

“Rest now, my love. It’s past your naptime.” He rocked you gently, you yawned in exhaustion.

Your arousal didn’t disappear, unfortunately. You tried your very best to close your eyes and fall asleep all curled up in your Daddy’s lap. An all new, painful wave of lust coursed through you when he hummed; your ear pressed right up against his chest so you could feel the vibration. You couldn’t get to sleep while you were like this.

His hand trailing down to rub your bare thigh made you hiccup and lean your head back. Your body was still on fire, yearning for release after everything that happened. But you were so tired, all you wanted to do was take a nap. Preferably with Daddy. Your traitor body had other ideas.

Your soft moan made his eyebrow raise. He tilted his head, watching you start to squirm again. A playful grin graced his lips. He was enjoying seeing you try and rub your legs together for any kind of friction. You hide your face in his neck, whining.

“Oh, my little girl is still all excited, hm? How are you going to fall asleep all riled up like this?” He tutted, patting the back of your thigh as he shushed your exhausted little whine.

“Hush, now. Daddy can make those tingles go away quickly, then you can take your nap.” He beamed at you, spreading your legs and hiking your dress up over your hip.

You gasped when he cupped your center, mewling as you automatically rolled your hips in response. His skilled finger found your clit easily, he knew your body better than you. He started rubbing small circles on your sensitive pearl.

It had your legs shaking in no time. The pressure on your clit was steady, firm but not too harsh. He was a man with only one objective, who had no time for teasing. The objective was to tucker out his little one before naptime. His lips pressed against your temple as you wiggled in his lap. 

Your poor body was torn between excitement and exhaustion. You sobbed, tossing your head back as your hips instinctively tried to move away from his touch. Keeping a firm grip on you, he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“It’s alright, darling. Daddy’s got you. I just have to play with your cute little button for only a tiny bit longer, I promise.” He cooed at you. It never took him long to get you off, it was like muscle memory to him.

You curled in on yourself, latching onto his arm as his fingers continued to work dutifully. The entire time you let out weak, pitiful whimpers. Henry let you cling to him for a second before he leaned you back and he increased the pace.

Another sob left your mouth, laying almost flat in his lap. This left you completely at his mercy, all you could do was arch your back and cry out. Nervously, you wanted for your orgasm that was coming anytime now. You knew that after this one more manic moment, you could finally be able to sleep.

“Look at me, darling.” Henry gently urged you, making you look him in the eye. He never paused his actions.

Somehow you manage to force your eyes to open, gazing at the man you love more than anything in the world. He gave you a smile as his blue eyes reflected off your own. His fingers stroked some of your hair away from your eyes, cradling the side of your face with one hand as the other worked wonders between your thighs.

“Daddy loves you, little one. He’s so proud of you. You’ve been such a brave girl for me today. Now be a good girl and cum.” He pressed his forehead against your own as he murmured to you. How did he know that was exactly what you needed to hear from him?

Your orgasm hits you hard, making every nerve in your body spark from the pleasure. A single short gasp was heard before you lost the ability to breath. Your face twisted, eyes fluttering closed again. With your lids closed, all you could see was white. Dizziness flooded your brain, for a brief moment you feared you might be dying. 

The release felt beautiful though, it made you want to cry all over again. A few droplets even did escape your eyes as weightlessness took hold of you. Maybe you were dying?

Hell, if this is how you go, you’ll die a happy woman.

Finally, you were able to breathe again. Henry’s gentle caresses of your cunt brought life back into you. He never stopped touching you, easing you through your euphoria. You gulped down air greedily, your body starting to shake. It felt like you just ran a marathon. He cradled you gently, using his fingers to ease the pulsating of your quivering little pussy to a minimum before he pulled his hand away.

Your body tried desperately to recover from your intense orgasm, but exhaustion weighed heavily on you now. Weakly, you opened your eyes to watch him ease you down onto the couch. You blinked, your vision so fuzzy you saw two of him.

“Lay back, sweetheart. You can take your nap right here.” He eased you off his lap to stand up from the sofa.

Taking the blanket from the armchair in the corner, he draped it over your quivering body. You welcomed it, your skin hot and sweaty still but it gave you something to curl up in.

Your panting slowed. The feel of the back of his fingers stroking your cheek was enough to calm your heart beat. You couldn’t open your eyes now even if you wanted to. The last thing you felt before you drifted off was his lips on your forehead. His deep voice coaxed you further into sleep.

“Sweet dreams, my darling. I love you.”

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hi! i am writing a character study right now (for a completely different fandom) but ofc objects in mirror keeps coming to mind because your characterization was so amazing and on point. do you have any advice for character studies specifically? and also, how did you gain the inspo for the plot in objects in mirror? was it a planned out thing or was it more just like a few key bulletpoints and then you went from there? i would love to hear about it and i appreciate you and your writing endlessly!!!

thank you so much! i have a bit of a rambling answer so i'm putting it below the cut:

i guess for characterization, the way i try to approach it, is to just keep them as human as possible in a way? like i don't think anything i do is exceptional or novel at all, but the way i think about it is to think through interactions, and go through the whole "would he do that? would he say that? would any normal person do or say that? what would X's response to Y doing this be? what is X and Y's relationship like and how do i get that across?" and i guess a lot of that is having a grasp of the "source material," so like. all the little videos that give us insight onto what they're like - and obviously that has its limits. like we really only do see glimpses, and a big part of rpf is filling in the blanks in a compelling/reasonably realistic way, and that's all up to you.

like obviously you can't reflect reality but i think it just comes down to portraying the characters so that they don't feel, like, caricatures rather than characters. and since you're doing a character study i'd assume you're writing it in like, a racing setting - in cases like these i do feel like it's more restrictive/difficult to get characterization "right," as opposed to in an au, where the characterization can feel real and compelling despite being pretty different. and this isn't to say that there's one right way - not at all. but like. making it Feel right in in an f1 setting, i'd say, is a little more narrow. it all comes down to just being thoughtful, i guess?

i do get kind of picky lasjf;lsaflaskjdf like sometimes when i feel like people try to give, for example, max or charles nuance, they go so heavy on like self-pity and trauma and inferiority it's like - is this a character who is even at all compelling? if this guy thinks he's so shit at everything like what's the point...😭 (unless he's getting rawed as a solution. that's always okay)

it's that sort of thing i mean like. it doesn't have to be accurate (we have no idea of what that actually means), but like... i do think to some extent it's important that you put thought and care into how you are portraying someone and not go too far into one extreme rather than the other. People have nuance. they can want antithetical things. etc etc. so it's just having that in mind, i'd say.

but like. if i'm being honest. not to like invalidate everything i've said above. i don't really think about it That much?? i kind of like. i pick the person i'm writing in the pov of, and just try to put myself in their head (as much as that's possible lmao), and things kind of just go from there. like i think i think about characterization when i need to, but it's more nowadays wrapped into my writing process as a whole, rather than something i think about in isolation.

and obviously i don't think that my word is gospel. this is just how i try to think about things and if this doesn't gel with you, throw it away lksjfd;lksad i'm just one person on the internet writing rpf

WOW okay i rambled a lot. onto your second question.

objects in mirror was largely unplanned. i think i've explained the story a couple times on here, but i'll just do it again haha.

when i was writing on the limit, i just wanted to write a fic about 2 guys talking. i didn't even think about writing a romantic relationship for them (deep enough in my discord dms is me talking about how i will Never ever ever ship lestappen or any sports rpf ship because i thought it was cringe), nor did i go into it with the intention of having charles go to red bull. i kinda just wanted him and max to have a drink and talk. originally it was supposed to be at the FIA gala but then i changed it, etc etc, and then we got on the limit.

leave no space was also kind of unplanned. by that point i started getting into lestappen as a romantic ship so then i was like. i wanna write something. hmmm. and then i just started writing something lmao. i think about 90% of the fic was unplanned. just vibes. scene after scene depending on what i felt like writing. maybe a bullet point here and there.

all to play for however... like. i was so against writing it at first because i knew it would take a lot of planning and effort. but then as more time passed i caved because i was like - this part of the story needs to be written. so then i literally made this spreadsheet along with plans for each race. dkfja;lkdfjsa. really an endeavor of massive proportions it was like a 2 month writing affair which i rarely ever do...

i guess "sources" of inspiration were like. seb's 2013 campaign, multi-21, spain 2016, etc etc. like past racing incidents were fun to think about/helped give inspiration for some of the incidents and this fic. and i think that one time lewis drove into the wrong pitbox lmao. and i guess also the wikipedia article of alexander the great. and also this one dream i had about someone calling me in the morning that turned out to totally be fake. <3

anyway yeah. i hope i answered at least some of your questions 😭

#asks #writing meta #objects in mirror #fic asks

[onlythebravest]

✨️ Twenty Questions for Fic Writers ✨️

Thank you @disgruntledkittenface for tagging me! These questions things are always so fun to read and answer!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

37.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

212 726

3. What fandoms do you write for?

rigt now, 1D and hockey rpf. I've written for harry potter and acotar before though

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

in order; never been a fan of change, but we're still the same, in the pub that we met he's got his arms around you, dream about a summer night, a conversation starter and these arms were made for holding you

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes! almost always. for different reasons. as a reader, I always enjoy getting replies to comments I've left. it also motivates me to leave more comments, esp on that author's fics. that's just how I work. and since I like and want that, I assume it's the same for other ppl so I do that to them. it's also bc getting comments sometimes makes my entire day, and it makes me so happy, and I want to let them know that

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i'm not sure i've written anything with an angsty ending? oh wait, two of my older mini fics do. the loss of a friend and what are we now? both have pretty angsty endings, or at least not happy ones. so i'll go with them.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

the rest of them? no, but I prefer happy endings so I think almost all of the rest have. all of my top five kudos ones that I mentioned above are the first ones I'd pick, so take your pick among those. but if I were to pick another one... most of the rest are kinda happy throughout the entire fic and then the ending doesn't feel as happy. so to pick one that's not happy throughout, but has a happy ending, I'll go with maybe we're good, maybe we're not.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no, i don't. i've gotten some rude comments, but that's as far as it's gotten luckily

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes, i've written a little. it's still a bit out of my comfort zone though, esp posting it, but i've written some m/m smut of different variants.

10. Do you write crossovers? What the craziest one you've written?

no. or well, technically yes, but it's an abandoned wip that i don't like so that's all you're gonna get about it

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not as far as i'm aware, so i hope not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope. I was part of a round robin, but that got abandoned and I vowed never to do it again. group projects are not my thing 😂

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I don't think I have one. I change favorites so often, so I don't think I can say I've got an all-time fave

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

oh multiple! I have one that I do doubt I'll ever finish but I still hope I will so so much, so I'm not gonna give up on that one just yet. instead, I have one that's even less likely I'll finish. it's a fantasy one, enemies to lovers (I should've known it was doomed already then, that's not my thing), magic that was based around elements. it's main feature is that it has a "who did this to you?" between two ppl who don't like each other, which is something I love. maybe I'll end up publishing only that scene, it can be read as a stand-alone so it's not that bad of an idea actually

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue, I think. specifically banter, I think I'm pretty good at that. I always manage to write it in at least and have a lot of fun writing it!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel like I write pretty short sentences, making paragraphs sound a bit choppy. I'm also an expert in writing english sentences with swedish grammar, so I feel for my beta that has to correct that shit. esp when the sentence doesn't even make sense in English and it's a guessing game😂

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

if it's important to the plot, then yeah, that could be nice. but it's a bit of a pet peeve of mine when i read dialgoue in swedish and it's obvious that the author has used google translate, it bothers me. i'd rather read it in english with an accompanying "says in swedish" rather than the inaccurate translation. but that's probably bc it's my native language. when it's in languages i don't understand i don't have that issue obviously.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

harry potter probably? at least that I posted for, might've written something that I didn't realise was technically for fandom when I was younger

20. Favorite fic you've written?

oh, hm... right now it's probably a tie between does it always end in heartbreak? and maybe we're good, maybe we're not. but that's probably bc those are the latest ones I published. one favorite I always mention is one of the drabbles in the drabble collection snapshots of moments, the one in chapter 11, pretty when you beg

Since this was the first one I saw of these, I'm not sure who has done them, but I'll tag @greenfeelings, @neondiamond, @larrysballetslippers, @lunarheslwt, @sun-lt, @hellolovers13, @zjofierose and @zanniscaramouche. oh and if you see this and want to do this, just say I tagged you because I want to read it!

[bywayofmemory]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @iamstartraveller776, thanks!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 313. 113 of them are 3SF fics so they only sort of count? I haven't even posted 2024's batch yet.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 452,247

3. What fandoms do you write for? My fandoms list on AO3 is...long. Like 80+ fandoms long. This is once again due to 3SF; fandoms I am or have been actually active in are Firefly, Chronicles of Narnia, Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, Grisha Trilogy/Shadow and Bone, and Greek Mythology.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Drunk on the Dying Light [Grisha Trilogy, Darklina] A blood-soaked amplifier gives Alina the ability to control him, but the Darkling still haunts her; all the more so once she becomes his wife.

Maybe It Will All Come Back to Me [A Song of Ice and Fire, Jon/Arya] The wars are over, Daenerys is on the Iron Throne, and Arya finds Jon at last, though neither of them are who they were before.

Hold My Heart in Two [A Song of Ice and Fire, Jon/Arya/Sansa] The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives, in whatever form.

The World That's on the Other Side [Firefly, Mal/River] When River Tam is fourteen, she meets a man who tells her her future. She doesn't want it, but he's a different matter altogether.

The Ladies Love Wash, and Wash Loves the Ladies [Firefly, Wash & all the women of Firefly] Wash is popular with the womenfolk; it's just a fact of life.

5. Do you respond to comments? I always try to! Usually I am successful.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't write unhappy endings too often, but two stand out - Always, we strive to get closer, one of my Narnia Fic Exchange fics from last year in which a post-canon Edmund battles through memories to find Susan, only to find she's not ready to give up living even for him, and A Rush of Blood Is Not Enough, a Folk of the Air sex-pollen fic where Jude unknowingly dubcons Cardan and he's very angry once it wears off.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of mine have happy or at least bittersweet endings, so this is hard - but it might well be The World That's on the Other Side, where Mal and River manage to fix everything bad that happened in canon before any of it technically happens at all.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Rarely, since I'm a NNF. I used to get a bit back in the day when I was actively writing Mal/River due to the age gap and mental stability issues inherent in that pairing, and now I get a comment or two on the Darklina fics from time to time. They just get deleted.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes! I write pretty vanilla M/F and F/F smut; haven't gotten further than the mildest of kinks so far.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? All the time. The craziest are probably the Where's Waldo/LotR or Narnia/Sports Mascot RPF [sort of??? how do you even classify fic in which Gritty appears?], both from 3SF. For non 3SF, it's almost all Narnia/ASoIaF. Probably the most unusual of those is The Truth Without Lying, since that's partly a 1940/50s England AU of ASoIaF as well as a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of, but I don't look for it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yep. There's three of them on AO3, and I've been asked other times, though if those were done they didn't get linked back to my originals.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Only in 3SF, where you can 'cowrite' in terms of leaving a series of prompts or fills with a specific partner or two. That I do almost every year. In the traditional sense, no.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I don't really work in Firefly anymore for the obvious reasons (dead fandom, the Whedon of it all), but rereading any of my Mal/River work still feels like meeting up with old friends. I love them.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I had a third and fourth part of my Mal/River series Love Keeps Her in the Air planned out, and a good 1/3 of part three written. It's literally the only unfinished fic I have. It never got finished because I moved across the country during the middle of it and my ambition never quite recovered.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue and characterization. I'm very good at getting character voices down (and typically just avoid writing characters I can't get a handle on, honestly).

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plot. Beginnings. The absolute worst. This is why I have no WIPs; if I manage to actually get something started, the hard part is out of the way for me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I used to do this all the time in Firefly, using Mandarin phrases they'd used in the show. Everyone did at the time. Now I wouldn't; I'd go the "swore at length in Mandarin" route, or just use dialogue tags and description to indicate the characters are speaking another language, like I do with Valyrian in my HotD fics.

19. First fandom you wrote for? LotR, a very long time ago. Firefly is the first one I published anything for that's still on the internet.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I have so many favorites! I couldn't possibly choose one, except I could and it's The World That's on the Other Side. The ones written during ~the flow are always my faves, and that one stands out the most in that regard.

Tagging @thatgirlnevershutsup, @wingedflight, @siterlas, @starsuncounted and @oakashandwillow if you want!!

#tag games #about me #my fic

[youngeditor1999]

Hi, I’m the “Draft dodgers for Rodgers” anon, and I just wanted to say I’m sorry if my asks caused any stress while you were dealing with real life issues. They were just silly questions and observations/ideas I just wanted to share with someone. Please don’t feel obligated to respond to any of them. Sending you a virtual hug (if you’re accepting them)!

Draft Dodgers for Rodgers anon, I really do love you and appreciate how considerate you are!! 🥰

You didn't have to apologize but it's nice that you did. 🥹🤧💞

I still love getting asks!!! The silly, funny ones are the best and I truly do like hearing from everybody overall, no matter the topic. 🤩

My real life stuff isn't that deep, all things considered. 😝

For the most part, I am happy, healthy and generally doing well. Everybody in my life is also doing good! I really don't have anything to complain about and feel lucky overall to be living a reasonably calm and simple life. 🙂💕

I do have some free time at work to answer these, but also my boss of course gives me actual work to do and so that takes precedent over virtually talking about all the NFL things, no matter how much I would rather answer all of y'all instead!!

The other thing with my real life stuff is that I've been working on this fic that I really wanna finish in all of my available free time!!!!!!

So I definitely could have been answering asks, but have instead chosen to write a story that means a lot to me. 😊💗🌟💯🔥

I can't wait to share it with all of you whenever I do finally complete it!!

It's NFL RPF because of course it is (😅), so I know that it won't be for everybody.

That being said, I am really proud of it and love it so SO much!!!!

Anyway, thanks again, Draft Dodgers for Rodgers nonny!!!!! I fully accept your hug and again, appreciate you reaching out to me. ☺️💓

I will eventually find time to answer everything, I really will!!

⬆️ Me making promises with all of you to answer all of the asks 🥰💯❤️🤍💙

#asks #askbox #anon #asked and answered #NFL asks #Draft Dodgers for Rodgers anon #Love you bestie!!!!!! #NFL RPF #I broke my own rule and answered this one first #because it was important that I said this and made it known #that asks are cool #And I only haven't replied because of focusing my attention elsewhere (: #goals #personal #Tom Brady #Rob Gronkowski #Bad Boys for Life

[effervescentdragon]

Hi! I just wanted to say that this week I chose to read some of the fics you have up in AO3 ( and by some of them I mean a lot) and I'm obsessed with your Sebchal Old Guard AU.

I haven't watched the movie yet, but I've been tempted in the past and your writing was the last reason I needed to do it.

That scene when Sebastian has apparently died and Charles holds him while praying in Latin, and he is so devastated about losing Sebastian because immortality is only a gift if Charles gets to share it with him.

That was..WOW..Yeah. No words. Tens across the board.

Those dreams of Lewis and Nico. The ending in Suzuka when Charles is wearing red again. People choosing to spend immortality together just really gets to me, I guess.

That fic really did something for me, and I have to thank you for it.

PS: your Nico/Jenson Soulmate fic made me see why people ship those two.

PS 2:"Red Gods of Old" is so phenomenal. I had to keep pausing to look at the wall and think about every paragraph.

PS 3: I was blown away when I saw you posted again, and blown away again because I had already read the Piarles piece, but didn't realize it was part of a series. I loved your first chapter. So angsty, and I hated the fact that you made me relate to Lando, but also thank for that.

Thank your for sharing your writing, and I know sending this right now seems so convenient because of your post earlier, but I really enjoyed the reading sprint I had on your stuff and I wanted to say so. Sorry for writing so much this got a little bit longer than the single paragraph I had intended it to be. :)

anon this made me so happy. like so so so happy, insanely happy. the answer is gonna get long because i cant not ramble about all this, so, cut.

my sebchal old guard au is my favourite thing ive ever written and i love it so much and people dont often go for it, though i do have some wonderful asks in my inbox that im saving for a rainy day and i just. thank you for coming here to tell me this and i hope you watched the movie because its MASTERFUL. i put so much into that fic, for example i tried to figure out how to make two white boys be joe and nicky without being insensitive or appropriative about race, and how not to apply the fundamentality of joe's loveliness of being an arab man (gentle and kind and a poet in his soul) to this german dude. that one kept me up for a while, so i decided not to mirror it perfectly but to apply seb and charles' personalities into the context, except adapting the other way around. it was a challenge to write, because i wove so much little ideas and nods to other people in there, not the least lewis and nico as andy and quynh, and then in the end i just really wanted them to come a full circle and somehow tie it in with f1. i always do this in my au's, give a little nod to f1 somehow, just to show my love for it. anyways, thank you so much for reading it and just. i love that you liked it.

oh god the princess cake soulmate fic - i saw the prompt and i couldnt resist! it turned out to be a prompt by a tumblr friend so that worked out even better. i love nico and i love him with jenson and i need to get back to writing him some more soon tbh. he is such a complicated and interesting character and he has twists and turns and i just love him insanely much. (if you liked the soulmate fic, i refer to this fic as my princess cake master thesis, so you may like that one too, maybe.)

oh my fucking god. this part. this part had me stopping in the middle of my corridor when i saw it because like. nobody reads that fic? nobody knows it and its my first proper rpf that i wrote and i love it so much and i just. im just heart-eyeing you now, because that was me trying to figure out some things about seb and about ferrari and to make it work in my head so i know how to proceed, so, thank you for reading it, and especially mentioning it!

thank you also so much for reading my carlando, im very excited about it because i never wrote them and im a bit nervous about the characterisation but so far it seems like it has a positive reception. i made it angsty on purpose because lando is just a ball of anxiety and i rly tried to show it. im super hyped about the next chapter two, but please keep all your limbs crossed for my uni work, which i have to do tomrrow on penalty of death.

please, never think its inconvenient to read something as lovely as this ask, no matter if its because of a post i made or just because, it literally doesnt matter, because you took the time to come and tell me these lovely things anyway. it made me happy and it made me hyped up and thank you. and there's never ever too much rambling, i dont see this as rambling i see this as something lovely. thank you <333

#can you tell how excited i am to talk about all of this? #THANK YOU #lovely anons <3 #wholesome wholesome wholesome #akira answers asks #about my writing. i ramble a LOT. #some shameless self promotion too bcs if i dont #who wil :D

[splort]

In regards to what you asked, the "line" is drawn when real people are involved, such as RPF involving underage people. That is actual CSEM and should not be allowed.

However, fics depicting fictional minors, such as idk Ash Ketchum for example, in sexual situations are not illegal (*US legislation). They are also not hurting anyone, as the characters depicted are not real humans. Many people have many different reasons for writing or seeking out these types of stories. Some for coping (and coping is often times messy and won't always depict the situation as "bad" -- fanfiction isn't an eduction tool, so it really isn't the author's responsibility to teach the unaware that what's happening as bad), some for sexual purposes, some for the enjoyment of drama/dark stories. And while you can have your own opinion on the material in question, and also on those who read said fics, at the end of the day, people should have the right to read/write fictional stories involving these topics for whatever reason they wish. Again, anyone is free to hate this content/these people, but they should have the freedom to create/read it. I personally wouldn't want to take away a survivor's coping mechanism just because it grossed me out, and I couldn't care less if someone got off on this type of content so long as it remains strictly fictional.

I hope this helps/makes sense. Have a good week

Thanks for discussing with me! Some follow up thoughts:

There are as such thing as maladaptive coping mechanisms, and reading/writing content about CSA seems like one of them, in my opinion. Especially content that exists to titillate the reader/writer, which is undeniably what a lot of eroticized CSA fiction is.

I'd also tread carfully on the assumption that because it's fictional, it's legal. American obscenity law basically gives a jury the right to decide whether something is "obscene" or not, and any jury with half of a brain split between them would call such content obscene. The courts have gotten people for loli hentai - drawn, fictional images. The written word is definitely not off the table for the "legal" debate.

And even if it was entirely legal, is it ethical to depict children in sexual situations? It is ethical to write pornographic literature about children, just because they aren't real and therefore, can't be hurt? Is it right to foster an outlet for pedos to get their jollies?

Truth is, I don't know. Mad appreciative of the "exclude" option on Ao3, though. Based of them to add that. Weird that half of kink fic is underaged though 😰

[phdmama]

Hi. I’m hoping you can help. For various reasons I want to move over to fics that aren’t Larry, the only fanfic I’ve ever read. (Love your writing and always excited when I see you post anything; love fics about actual adults; any shift I make won’t keep me away from your Larry fics!) Do you have a ship you think is similar to Larry and maybe easily accessible? One problem is that I haven’t watched the shows that underlie some of the other big ones I see, like Sterek or Destiel. From what little I’ve seen, Destiel especially piques my interest. Should I watch the show before reading? Any starter/foundational/really well known fics you’d recommend I start with? I’m sorry for bombarding you with questions. 🥴😔 Thank you so much!

First, thank you SO much for your lovely words about my writing!! xox

And I love this ask, but I'll be really open about my own bias, which is that I read ships/fic in stuff where I've never really interacted with canon and I'm fine with that. I'm much less picky about specific ship and much much pickier about writing and stories.

The other thing that might help me would be if you had a specific vibe about Larry that you've enjoyed?

If you are comfortable with Harry Potter, Drarry is an absolutely phenomenal ship and there's such an enormous depth of history and writing and talent in this fandom, I just cannot even. I've written a ton of Drarry, and I tend towards less "being dicks to each other" and much more towards "we've kind of sorted our shit out now let's gooooo" vibe. Even if you haven't read HP but have a pretty good grasp from just the cultural infusion perspective, you should be fine. And again, there's SO much amazing fic there, and I can totally point you towards some of my own favs. This list is woefully out of date, but there's so much good content here!

If you have seen Captain America TFA and the Winter Soldier, those are all you need for one of the most brilliant Stucky series ever, by my darling friend @vmohlere, the Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail. It's brilliant, just amazing, and I can't even tell you how many times I've read it or how much it's impacted me! (Honestly again, if you have sort of cultural knowledge of Steve and Bucky, you will probably be fine.)

I haven't read a ton of Destial, so I'm not sure I have recs there, but I will say, I've never watched the show and had no trouble with the fic!

I've only seen 30 minutes of the first episode of Teen Wolf and I have devoured about 8 billion Sterek fics and can give you so many recs if you want them! There's some absolutely stunning fic in that fandom!

Have you read Red, White & Royal Blue? I 100% recommend the book, I know not everyone loves it, but I really do, and it reads closer to a really good fic to me. And there's SO MUCH good fic!! @clottedcreamfudge is one of my all-time fav authors there.

Let's see. Are you familiar with Check, Please!? Online webcomic, gay college hockey players. Zimbits (Jack Zimmerman and Eric Bittle) might actually be one you'd enjoy. The comic is fantastic in and of itself, it's definitely a "small southern ball of sunshine and grumpy Canadian hockey-bot" (with a bunch of UST and pining and stuff)! So good. Highly recommend. And again, there's SO much great fic! I actually read a lot of different ships there, and there's great stuff!

Buddie seems to trend very much towards no smut/fluffy type fics, which I have to be in the right mood for, but there are some absolutely great writers in that fandom! (Including @hattalove who wrote some of my fav Larry fics!).

Okay, this is a lot, I know!! Please don't hesitate to message me for Sterek recs, and Drarry recs if you want! I'm currently absolutely OBSESSED with gay hockey players, both fictional and rpf, so reach out if you want some recs there!

#fic rec stuff #not fandom specific #I love to share what I love #so please don't hesitate to come talk! #I HAVE SO MANY RECOMMENDATIONS FRIEND

[notgrungybitchin]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @theoldmixer !!!

How many works do you have on ao3? 10

What's your total ao3 word count? 26,197

What fandoms do you write for?

Currently only The Beatles. In the past Boardwalk Empire. I also wrote some Good Omens fic that I never published way back in 2011

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Great and Powerful (Boardwalk Empire, Charlie/Meyer)

I Don't Care Too Much (The Beatles, John/Paul)

Was I So Unwise (The Beatles, John/Paul)

A Cup of Kindness (Boardwalk Empire, Margaret/Arnold)

All The Odds Are In My Favor (Boardwalk Empire, Margaret/Arnold)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! There might be a few times I forget to, especially on old fics, but I always try to. They genuinely make my day and keep me motivated, so I want to say thank you!

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably I'm No Good at Aiming (Boardwalk Empire, Benny/Meyer) I was a lot more committed to pure angst writing in Boardwalk fandom because the show was so dark. Now that I'm into rpf I still love angst, but I always try to give them a happy ending. (I realize that my Boardwalk fic was also partly gangster rpf, but I guess I wasn't as attached to happy endings because gangsters? Or maybe I've just gone soft.)

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably I Don't Care Too Much. It's a very sweet and hopeful ending.

Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't yet thankfully. Although when I get a comment from that one troll that pops up on Mclennon fic every so often, I'll know I've made it!

Do you write smut?

I didn't until I got into The Beatles and J/P! I used to be a little uncomfortable writing it, and usually just had a steamy makeout session or fade to black. But something about those two idiots just gave me the bug and now I plan on including smut in all my fic.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I never did, though I had an idea for an overly complex Star Wars/Boardwalk Empire AU back in the day.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but I think it would be fun!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

John Lennon/Paul McCartney. It's infected my brain and taken over my soul. And it's the only thing to get me back into writing after years AND to get me writing smut.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have some fun Good Omens ficlets that I never published because they are just dialogue. I just doubt I'll ever get around to them again.

What are your writing strengths?

I always find it way easier to write dialogue than anything else. Sometimes my very early drafts just look like scripts with no description added yet.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I think it comes out okay, and I've gotten better at it, but I find writing descriptions and internal monologues difficult. I often get frustrated trying to get my characters from points A to B. I always get bored writing anything but action and dialogue. I used to think I would like to be a screenwriter for this reason.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I wrote some lines in Yiddish for Boardwalk Empire fic, but I always ran them by my Yiddish-speaking friend to make sure they made sense. I also had a few French lines in I Don't Care Too Much, but they were mostly spoken by non-French speaking characters so I worried less about them. I don't think I'd try writing more than a few lines without a native speaker's input though.

First fandom you wrote for?

Good Omens! I wrote some fluffy Aziraphale/Crowly ficlets but I never published them.

Favorite fic you've written?

I think probably Was I So Unwise. It holds a special place in my heart as my first fic in eight years. It's for last year's Beatles Secret Santa, which I associate with the first time I really joined the community of the Beatles fandom, and it's hurt/comfort, one of my favorite subgenres!

I'll tag @aquarianshift, @goatsandgangsters, @meyerlansky, and @muzaktomyears if you want to!

#thank you so much for the tag! #it was fun to go back and look at my fics from my past fandom #especially since I barely remember writing my most kudos'd fic!

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

waiting for you hypocrites to say how you want to be eaten by timmy.

How dare you

I don’t want to be eaten by Timothée

I want him to fuck me directly after eating someone else while he’s still covered in blood

Oh! You’re talking about Armie, huh? I’m actually really glad you sent me this, then, firstly because I love anon hate, I think it’s hilarious, and second because it gives me an opportunity to tell you my feelings on this topic. So, lemme explain something to ya, anon. And no hate, btw, but yeah truthfully I don’t mind Charmie shippers, necessarily. Like, if reading and writing those fics makes you guys happy, then you should keep doing it, y’know. Seriously, have at it. However, I have four main concerns

Firstly, the charmie community has made people who accuse Armie of SA/abuse feel unsafe. There has been stalking and harassment. I don’t care what someone has done, that’s never okay. It’s not okay to do it to Armie, either, and I don’t even like the guy. It’s not okay to do it to anyone for any reason ever. Except the members of the Supreme Court who fucked us over a couple months back, I hope they get beaten to death with a brick. But I digress.

Second, thinking a RPF ship is real is very harmful when you’re assigning someone a sexuality. Tim has been clear that he isn’t into dudes. So either you guys are wrong and you’re assigning him a sexuality and outing him (which, if you’re doing that by thinking it’s real, as a queer woman who came out later in life, fuck you extra hard and not in a fun way), and neither of those things are okay. Not at all. If you guys are right and Tim is gay and he’s in a secret relationship with Armie and has been since 2017 (or whenever, y’know), it’s still not okay. And I don’t mean writing fanfiction about them isn’t okay, that’s fine. What’s not okay is thinking it’s real. There are real life instances of a fandom shipping two people and then repeatedly saying, “no, we’re not gay, we’re just friends and that’s it” and the fandom not believing them and then them coming out as being gay and together years and years later, and it makes people uncomfortable. I’m talking about Dan and Phil here, btw. But yeah, it makes people uncomfortable, so regardless of whether you’re wrong or you’re right, thinking it’s real isn’t okay.

Third, even if the allegations are not true (which… I doubt that none of them are true; something is very likely true, imo. It takes a lot of guts to come forward like that and I don’t think these women would do it for clout. Look at the hate they’re getting ffs. I don’t know if the claim of SA is true, of course, since it’s still ongoing, but do I think some of those DMs are real? Absolutely), Armie doesn’t seem to respect women very much. Like… at all. And no, I’m not kinkshaming, of course not; I’m so submissive Tim could chain me to a radiator and I’d thank him for it, okay, and I’m not gonna bash anybody’s kinks. The issue is that apparently Armie has been pushing his kinks onto women who don’t want it, and I suspect that has to do with his issues with drugs and alcohol, and I truly hope he gets better. Really, I do. If the allegations are true, he took advantage of their inexperience in the kink world, and that is not okay. Kinks are great. I love kinks. I’m into some of the stuff Armie was talking about (not actual flesh eating part, more like I want to be used lol), but here’s the problem: the women he was involved with are not, and he pressured them into it anyway. This is not okay. Kinkshaming isn’t okay, but neither is pressuring someone who isn’t into something to do it anyway. That’s not acceptable, and I hope he learns from this experience and never ever does it again.

Fourth, fiction and real life are separate. Yeah, fiction doesn’t exist in a vacuum, absolutely, but people who consume kinky fics are doing so willingly, generally speaking. They know what they’re getting into. The key here is consent. I won’t name writers because I don’t wanna put them on blast, but writing about a toxic and possessive Tim isn’t the same as him being like that in real life, nor is writing about him, say, being a fae that coerces someone into fucking him. Those things are not real. Those things are fictional. We know they’re fictional. The allegations are real (note: I’m not saying they are true, merely that they were actually made because we are supposedly not living in a simulation, I’ll notify you if my opinion on that changes lmao), these kinks are really being acted out, and there are rules for engaging with them. If you are incapable of following those rules for whatever reason, you should not be engaging in that kink.

Regardless, anon, I don’t care if you ship charmie. I really do not give a singular fuck. I only care if you think it’s real. If you think it’s real, we got a problem, and I don’t wanna talk to you. If you don’t think it’s real and just read and/or write it, cool, I hope you enjoy. And kinks aren’t a problem either. Lack of consent is a problem. Harassment is a problem. Abuse is a problem. I do genuinely hope Armie is able to get better, and I hope the women get hurt are, too. Wish you the best ✌️

#shut up maggie #asks #ask #anon #anons #anon asks #anon ask #anon hate #i guess? idk #Timothée Chalamet #ch*rmie #arm*ehammer

[deandoesthingstome]

My favorite fic of yours

No easy decision - not only do I think that every fic in your masterlist is a masterpiece - they are all very different, too, and I love them for different reasons. But if I had to choose, I’d say Holiday Angel. 

My favorite chapter in my favorite fic of yours

Chapter 5 of Walk With Me - I was so excited to finally get Sy and Francesca together. And it was everything I wanted it to be. Hot and bittersweet!

The best character you've written for

Drug Czar!August does things to me! 🥵

The best ship you've written for

Hall Pass - Hello? It’s Henry and me! 🤣

A fic I haven't read yet from you, but I want to

Travel the breadth of extremities - When you posted this I was having a not so pleasant time, and so I postponed reading it. It’s still waiting in my drafts, but I think I will soon find some time for Geralt

Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics

Chapter 4 of Night Moves - I did not see this coming at all, but damn, you made me feel things for Walter! That shower scene and that encounter with Sasha 🥴

What made me the most emotional after reading

Chapter 8 of Night Moves - I don’t think I need to explain this.

What I like the most about your writing

Your style of writing is so cinematographic, it pulls me right into the story. I can hear, smell, feel it. It’s just amazing!

A fic i'm excited for you updating/posting

Walk With Me, obviously

Something I wish/hope you write

A third part of your recent love letters 

A fic of yours that i've re-read

Holiday Angel, not just once

If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else

Yes! It’s just impossible to not do that. I mean all those FBI Agent!Sy’s out there…

A fic I didn't expect to like so much

Hall Pass - I am very picky with RPF but this one was just the right amount of fluffy and hot

Nina!!! This is a whole lot of love and my serotonin levels are officially overflowing!!!

I'm sorry you were having a bad time recently but I hope Geralt finds his way to your forest soon.

Yes. I know. Walk with Me has been giving me some trouble lately. I was glad for a bit of inspiration in the form of those letters between you and Sy and hoped it would spark something more for Francesca, Sy, and August. Alas.

Cop!reader x HC on the other hand? 👀👀👀 I will neither confirm nor deny the start of a draft. No hopes to be given here.

I'm also really glad you gave my little self-indulgent fantasy with HC a try and that it worked for you.

Thanks again, friend!

(Psst! Nina was working from this list to boost my serotonin levels. Feel free to give it a try. 😘)

#geralts yenn asks #charlie answers #ask games #boost my serotonin levels

[londonfoginacup]

Hey dearest heart ! It's the anon from yesterday, thank you for my bedtime story!! I guess I was just wondering if you have any advice for folks who have written for other fandoms but are nervous to write Larrie? I've been writing for one fandom this whole entire year, 35 works since January, but for some reason I'm a bit scared to dive into Larrie but badly want to.

Enough chatter from me, please continue to be your amazing self. I thought I'd lost my favorite fic of yours which is All your mates are here, so devouring it again.

Ciao Bella! ❤️🥺

35 works hot damn!! Some fandom somewhere is blessed!

Advice for folks who have written for other fandoms but are nervous to write for Larry… well first of all I feel wholly unqualified to give advice on this because I have literally never written for any other fandom 😅 one direction is where I started!

But that aside, I feel like the answer is to just make sure you’re having fun! I don’t know what your other fandom is, but imo the great thing about RPF is that there’s so much freedom with writing your characters, because the real people they’re based on are so multifaceted, so I don’t feel much fear of going OOC, you know?

But if you’re worried about getting into the groove of their voices/personalities, my go-to is watching a bit of 1D Day! Hahaha it was a while ago now, but a wonderful and intense amount of 1D to jumpstart the imagination (and to cover your face and laugh at how awkward it is)

Anyway… is any of that helpful? I hope so! But I have no idea! Send me a link when you publish your fic though! I’m sure it’ll be amazing!!