#any of my wips are fair game tbh

[helianskies]

wip tag game 🍎

rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your wip folder and tag as many people as there are documents. let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

thanks @the-heaminator and also curse you, i literally have so many wips this is cruel :) so i've limited myself to the ones i've touched more recently. i've also excluded most hetaberia wips because, well, the event is just over two weeks away so you'll see them soon enough, but there are a couple i feel i just won't have finished in time!

Bitter Teeth - (RomeSpa, NedPort, EngSpa)

12 Days - Spain - (various; 🌶)

NedSpa - Hotel - (says it on the tin!)

RomeSpa - Sicilia - (blame cake)

A Week To Fix Me - (Port & Toni)

The Five Kingdoms - (Frain, EngPort, and more, but that's not really the focus for once!)

Scales - (WaleSpa)

Highwayman - (EngSpa)

Want - Sequel - (EngSpa; from a one-shot)

Tremors - Pirate AU - (EngSpa; from a ficlet)

Eyes On The Prize - (EngSpa, NedPort)

Taxi - (just Toni :))

FrUKSpa ABO - (well then; 🌶)

Couple's Therapy - (EngSpa)

Life and Death - (PortSpa)

Concupiscence - (Toni, Port & many ships; 🌶)

Dandelion Dreams - (EngSpa)

No es como parece - (Toni study)

i'll just tag @maivalkov, @needcake, @oumaheroes, @kaimaciel & @rosesandalfazemas but i dunno if you guys have already been tagged or not or of you have wips for this or even care for this sort of thing, i have no clue, i'm sorry, please free to ignore this, i love u from afar :')

#ask game #helia writes #helia's aus #just a few to keep going back to #most of these are things that are tiny and would be fine as one- #-shots tbh but im too attached to retire any wips so they remain #i may add a paragraph once in a blue moon #that feels fair! #also again. on my knees grovelling to those i tagged i dont want to tag no one but idk if you guys have things in the works or not :'

[sweetlemontart]

call me by his name | yoon jeonghan [M]

summary ⇾ to you, one of jeonghan's most admirable trait is his candid nature. he's straightforward with most people—if he's angry, they'll definitely know. but with you? he'd rather swim the ocean day and night than take his anger out on you. well, that is, of course, unless you ask him to.

PAIRING // yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

GENRE // explicit smut, established relationship, some fluff, mostly smut, sub!reader, jeonghan tries to be angry hard!dom but is actually a soft!dom cause he's too in love with mc, not much plot tbh mostly just smut

WARNING // 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, oral sex and fingering (f receiving), degradation, choking, hair pulling, some spanking, creampie, slight dacryphilia, orgasm denial(?) ig, mentions of mc's past relationship with ex!seungcheol

WORD COUNT // 8.6k

AUTHOR’S NOTE // me casually coming back on here and posting after almost 2 years of radio silence (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡ btw this is my very first svt fic hehe i started liking them like a month ago? watching going svt is the only thing keeping me sane during my second year of uni :') i love jeonghan and all his manipulating mind games & cheating ways, it's the most attractive thing to me !! might drop a wonwoo fic soon too bcs he's a cutie and his wip is coming along nicely. hope u guys have been doing good hehe do like and reblog if u enjoy reading this, song rec is blue foundation - eyes on fire (skeler remix)

masterlist link

Jeonghan isn't a particularly placid man. He's not excessively ill-tempered per se, but he is remarkably patient when it comes to you. You know how he is when he's angry, and you can't recall a single time when you've been on the receiving end of his wrath. 

When something ticks him off, his eyes will darken and the heated stare he gives is shrouded beneath his lashes. When he is truly livid, he'll usually walk away from the situation, and there'll be no room for anyone to say something they'll end up regretting later on. 

It's incredible, really, that he possesses the ability to bottle his anger up when it involves you. Anger is an emotion that can rarely be suppressed, but Jeonghan does it with remarkable ease. 

On any other day, perhaps you'd appreciate his effort to control his anger, but not tonight. You've made a serious mistake, one that goes against the one thing Jeonghan had explicitly stated from the start of your relationship—keeping secrets is a recipe for a failed relationship, so if you have something important to say, just say it. Jeonghan is a great boyfriend. He gives you the freedom and privacy to do things you want to do, but this particular boundary was crystal clear, and you just crossed it.

It was your fault, really. You had broken up with Choi Seungcheol only a year prior to dating Jeonghan. The break-up had been a mutual agreement, and there were no hard feelings involved. Over time, you gradually drifted apart and had minimal to no contact until... well, two weeks ago. 

It had been at a dinner party hosted by one of your acquaintances, someone who just happened to be Seungcheol's cousin. Jeonghan hadn't been able to accompany you, so you hadn't been able to introduce him to Seungcheol. Meeting Seungcheol again after more than a year hadn't been awkward. It was like meeting up with an old friend. 

Tonight, however, the universe seems like it's conspiring against you. You had been preparing dinner when you heard a notification chime on your phone. You had haphazardly tossed your phone onto the living room couch before cooking, and your boyfriend just happened to be doing his Lego in the living room, so you called out to him to check the notification. 

There was shuffling in the living room as he stood. When he strolled into the kitchen, his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as he held your phone in one hand, eyes fixed on the screen. "Who's Choi Seungcheol and why is he asking to catch up over lunch?"

Fuck. 

To be fair, you really weren't expecting Seungcheol to contact you after the dinner party. You had gone without contacting each other for more than a year, so what changed now? You had told him that you found someone new, so he definitely knew there was no possibility of rekindling your relationship. He was most likely trying to be friendly, but you understand why it would seem questionable to Jeonghan. 

Contrary to what you expected, Jeonghan hadn't gotten angry at you. He simply listened to your explanation and nodded. He became quiet, a glazed look in his eyes that you couldn't interpret. Then, he sets your phone down on the kitchen counter and hummed. Oh, he was annoyed, that much was obvious. 

"Okay, well, I trust you. Just... don't do it again," Jeonghan spoke with a slight frown, then walked out of the kitchen as though you hadn't just violated the one, single rule that you had both agreed to abide by. 

Perhaps you've gone stupid, because as your boyfriend walked out of the kitchen, you found yourself trailing close behind him. A tinge of irritation slowly bubbled up in your chest as you watched him casually plop down onto the floor to continue doing the Lego set he had been doing since earlier. 

"Is that it?" you asked him. 

Jeonghan momentarily diverted his attention from his Lego to meet your gaze. He blinked a few times. "I'm sorry?"

"You just... you're not even getting angry at me?"

"Um, am I supposed to be angry at you?"

You were taken aback by his response because it suddenly occurred to you just how silly you sounded. Did you really want him to get angry at you?

"Yes?"

Jeonghan nodded wordlessly, seemingly mulling over something in his head. 

"I made a mistake, you should be mad at me."

There was a pregnant pause before he chuckled, but there was nothing humorous about it. If anything, it sounded a little... sinister. "You want me to get mad at you, baby? Want me to show you how I'm really feeling?"

You swallowed. Suddenly, you felt small under the weight of his unyielding stare. You shouldn't have nodded, shouldn't have ever said anything about it at all, because now, Jeonghan has you on the bed, doing the one thing you had practically begged him to do—take his anger out on you. 

"G-God, please..." You're not sure what it is you're begging for. It's hard to think straight when Jeonghan is between your legs, lapping at your dripping cunt with his tongue. He had warned you not to touch him, but after several attempts of burying your fingers into his silky hair, he decided to take matters into his own hand, grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them to your heaving chest. 

Your fingers continuously curl and uncurl against your chest, desperately trying to grab at something to ground yourself. The pleasure coursing through you makes your head spin, your mouth feeling as dry as cotton as you continue to chant your boyfriend's name. 

Jeonghan hums against you, mouth suckling at your swollen bundle of nerves. Your jaw drops open at the feeling, eyes screwing shut as you let a moan slip past your lips. He repeats the cycle a few more times—kissing, sucking, licking—until you feel the familiar knot tightening in your stomach. 

To your disappointment, Jeonghan withdraws his mouth from you but is quick to replace it with his fingers. He's familiar with your body by now, knowing what gives you the most pleasure and which spots to press to have you coming undone in minutes. 

He's rubbing tight circles into your clit with his thumb, middle and ring fingers ghosting over your hole, not dipping in, only lingering there to serve as a reminder of the control he has over you. "Keep your hands there," he says, squeezing at your wrists once as a warning. Then he lets go of your hands and settles his palm on the inside of your thigh, spreading you open further. 

"Jeonghan..." you whimper, legs beginning to shake as the telltale sign of your climax begins to show. 

"I need you to cum on my fingers once before you can have my cock," he says, voice coming out huskier than normal. 

Straining your neck, you peer down at your boyfriend with half-lidded eyes, only to feel a rush of heat in your stomach when you see that he's already looking at you. In the dim light of your bedside lamp, you can just make out his blown-out pupils, almost obscured beneath the strands of dark hair falling over his forehead. His lips curl up into a wicked smirk, and your focus shifts from his eyes to the way his mouth glistens with your wetness. It feels so shameful, but the sight only makes you drip even more. 

"My angel wants me to be angry at her, right?" he asks you, pressing down harder on your clit, which makes you yelp with surprise, head dropping back onto your pillow. 

"Don't stop, please, I'm cumming... F-Fuck!" It's all you manage to say as you begin to writhe under Jeonghan's hold.

He clicks his teeth in disapproval when you shift your hands from your chest to your sides, fingers tightly grabbing at the bedsheet, twisting at it recklessly. He lets it slide, however, knowing you're trying your best not to touch him like he knows you so desperately want to. 

His ring finger dips into your hole just slightly, and the stretch isn't much, but it makes you keen anyway, breath catching in your throat as he plunges it deeper and deeper until it reaches his knuckle. He doesn't move it after that, keeping it buried there as he continues to play with your clit. 

"I've barely even started and you're already like this," he says in a mocking tone, teasingly biting down at your plush thigh. "Go ahead and cum for me, then. Show me how much you want my cock, baby..."

Your body caves to his words. The knot in your stomach snaps, and you cum with a loud moan that you don't even attempt to hide. Without warning, Jeonghan promptly replaces his thumb on your clit with his mouth, sucking hard, prolonging the pleasure. He doesn't mind the way your whole body is trembling or the way your thighs try to snap shut. 

"H-Hannie, fuck... fuck..."

The way you're mumbling out incoherent words only makes the blood rush down to his cock. He's painfully hard in his pants, wanting nothing more than to sink himself right into your tight pussy. It's getting increasingly difficult to think with his head than his dick. His self-restraint is starting to fray at the edge. 

"That's it, baby..." he mumbles, removing his ring finger from inside you, grinning when your hole tries to suck the digit back in. 

With his index and middle finger, Jeonghan spreads your pussy lips apart, ignoring your whine of protest as he continues to stare at your soaked cunt. It's humiliating to be so exposed and vulnerable like this, but why do you enjoy it so much? 

Jeonghan snickers, warm breath hitting your bare pussy. "Baby, I wish you could see yourself right now. Your cute pussy is clenching around nothing."

With a sheepish whine, you splay your hands over your face, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Hannie..." you grumble, hoping he would show you some compassion and stop teasing. But of course, Yoon Jeonghan wouldn't just stop there. You should know better by now that there is no one in the world more cunning and sly than your boyfriend. 

Jeonghan pushes himself up into a sitting position, sighing when he sees the way you've covered your face. He doesn't like it when you hide from him but surprisingly doesn't say anything about it. 

When you feel him shift on the bed, your curiosity gets the best of you. Peering cautiously through the gaps of your fingers, you're left dumbfounded at the sight of your boyfriend tugging his shirt over his head. The wisps of his dark hair that had been snagged by the shirt are left askew, and the view would be endearing if it wasn't for the devious look in his eyes as he looks at you. 

Then he stands, and for a second, you're afraid he might leave you there. It wouldn't be unlike Jeonghan to suddenly leave. He's unpredictable, always trying to be a step ahead of everyone. This time, however, all he does is stand by the end of the bed, eyes roaming over your exposed figure as if trying to determine the next course of action that will deliver the most favourable outcome for him. Damn him and his mind games.

With slow movement, you press your legs together, concealing your most intimate part from your boyfriend. He shakes his head in disapproval, but you make no move to rectify your mistake. It's impossible not to hide from him when he's looking down at you as though he wants to devour you inch by inch—like a lion ogling at a wounded deer. 

Very slowly, he begins to undo the string of his sweatpants. It aggravates you to see how composed he is, movements unhurried as if he doesn't see just how much you need him. Surely he notices how your eyes rove over his bare torso, committing to memory every little detail about his body even if you've seen it myriad times before. He's not particularly muscular; he's more lean than anything, elegant, and refined in all the right places. It only makes the waiting feel even more agonising. 

"Don't tease, Hannie, please," you plead, your pulse quickening when he finally steps out of his pants. 

"Don't tease? Aw, princess, you were the one getting all friendly with your ex, and now you want me to treat you like a good girl who hasn't been whoring around behind my back?" His tone is condescending, sending a surge of electricity up your spine.  

You're suddenly reminded of what landed you in the current predicament in the first place. You want to explain and justify yourself, but you're rendered speechless when Jeonghan sweeps a hand down over his torso, eventually wrapping around his hard cock. He tugs once, twice, hissing slightly at the much-needed contact, smearing pre-cum all over the tip and shaft, the ring on his pinky glinting in the low light. 

Sitting upright, you're about to speak and deny his previous statement, but the words die down in your throat when he suddenly climbs onto the bed, slowly crawling closer to you.

You squeak in surprise when he grabs at one of your legs, tugging you down just slightly so that your face is parallel to his. Then, he settles himself between your legs, cock pressed against your stomach. He has you right where he wants you. 

Jeonghan captures your lips in a kiss, wasting no time to slip his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with yours. You sigh into his mouth, tasting the remnants of your wetness on his tongue and lips. It's a pleasant mix of bitter and sweet, a combination that makes you feel dazed despite the fact that he hasn't done anything to you yet. 

Jeonghan sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, relishing the way you mewl. He starts pressing wet kisses onto your jaw, trailing down to your neck and collarbone. "You smell so good, pretty," he mumbles against your skin, licking at your sternum. 

Reaching a hand down, you grab at his hard cock, wanting nothing more than for him to slip himself inside. You're sure you're dripping down onto the bedsheet by now. Jeonghan, however, has other plans. You only get to pump him twice before he slaps your hand away, pinning your wrist to the bed. "Don't act like such an impatient whore..."

Your whine of protest trails out into a moan when Jeonghan suddenly wraps his mouth around your nipple. His mouth is hot against the sensitive bud, and the light grazes of his teeth against it makes you arch your back. 

Jeonghan's eyes suddenly meet yours, hooded with lust. He's suckling so noisily, hips grinding into yours. It's so obscene—the way he's looking at you, the sounds he's making, the way his balls press down on your clit whenever he grinds into you. Feeling overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensory, you turn your head to the side, burying your face into your pillow as you huff out a shaky breath. 

You should've known Jeonghan wouldn't be too pleased with this. He withdraws his mouth from your chest with a lewd pop. His hand leaves your wrist in favour of grabbing at your chin. His grip is harsh, but not enough to hurt. With a sharp yank, he forces you to face forward, where you have no other choice than to meet his eyes. 

He clicks his tongue disappointedly, and your eyes flick down to his lips, red and puffy from sucking. This doesn't help your case at all, because Jeonghan immediately starts vigorously shaking your face left and right, compelling you to look back into his eyes. Your head feels dizzy, but you don't miss the look in his eyes. There's irritation swirling in them now, imbued with desire and the hunger to ravage your body until you're left a broken, muddled mess. It makes you shudder, legs squeezing tight on each side of his hips. 

"You know better than to hide from me, right?" His thumb caresses the skin of your jaw. The touch is so soft, a stark contrast to the way he's glaring down at you. When you take a little too long to answer, Jeonghan taps at your cheek a few times, hard enough for you to feel the sting. 

"Y-Yes..."

He coos, stroking your stinging cheek. "Mhm, but you're not behaving very well tonight, are you?"

"I've been good, Hannie," you assert, trying to maintain your composed front even though you desperately need him to fill you to the brim. You're aching, and you need his cock to soothe the pain. Noticing his sceptical gaze, you decide to reword your sentence. "I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise."

Jeonghan is thinking about something, silently plotting something in his head. Fuck, you're screwed now. The intensity of his gaze tells you he's about to do something that's unlikely to be in your favour.

"You want to hide from me that bad, hm?"

You're quick to shake your head. "No, Hannie, I want you to see me."

Jeonghan scowls, pecking your lips once before sitting up on his knees. "On your stomach."

You frown, dread washing over you. He knows how much you loathe that position. "Jeonghan, please, no..."

Jeonghan's face remains impassive. "I won't ask you twice."

"You know I take a long time to cum when I can't see your face," you grumble, feeling your stomach churn, chest tightening. 

"Who said you were cumming tonight?"

The question sends you into a frenzy. "Please, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please, please..."

When Jeonghan has his mind set on something, no amount of begging or grovelling will sway him. He's glowering at you, and three seconds pass before you relent. Having his cock inside you is better than nothing at all. 

"There you go, baby," he says when you finally shift onto your stomach. He's quick to straddle your thighs. "Wasn't so hard, was it?" 

You say nothing, feeling sulky now that you can't look at your boyfriend's pretty face anymore. "Angh!" you yelp when you feel a spank on your ass. Jeonghan does it a few more times, rubbing the tender skin between each hit. The touch should be soothing, but it only makes your ass burn even more, raw from his smacking.

Gritting your teeth from the tantalizing sting, you bite back an apology, knowing it's probably the last thing Jeonghan wants from you. Saying sorry would only make it worst for you. He's testing you, pushing the boundaries to see how much you can endure before you break and plead for some semblance of his kindness. The longer you hold out, the better. 

You feel him dip his head down, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale to breathe in your smell. The fragrance of your perfume and natural scent is exhilarating. He wants to stay there and breathe you in all day, fill his lungs with your sweet scent so that he can still smell you even when you're miles away from him. 

A groan rumbles in his chest, you can feel it on your upper back, can hear it right beside your ear. He starts pressing kisses down your shoulder blade, digging his teeth into the smooth flesh. 

"Keep your head down," he warns you, as though he knows about your urge to turn and look at him. He sits up, his knees on each side of your legs, willowy fingers kneading your hips. 

You whine into your pillow, eyes brimming with frustrated tears. Your whole body is trembling, yearning to see him, touch him, tug on the silken strands of his dark hair. God, just the thought of it has slick gushing out of your throbbing hole. 

"I'll be good," you promise him, voice coming out breathy, desperation bleeding through. "Just, please..." you beg, quietly moaning when you feel Jeonghan's hands on your inner thighs, spreading your legs just enough for him to comfortably press the tip of his leaking cock onto your cunt. 

You hear him chuckle when your whole body stiffens, anticipating the moment when he'll finally fuck you full. He sighs to himself, looking at the way your pussy is all coated in your wetness, slick gushing out onto his cockhead as he brushes it over your clit. 

"Hmm, but you only behave after you're caught doing something bad, isn't that right?"

You don't answer, unsure whether you should defend yourself or agree with his question. You gasp when you feel him slide in just slightly, stretching you out, tip prodding at your gummy walls just enough to make you feel the agonizing stretch. "More, Hannie," you mutter, practically drooling at the prospect that it would only take a roll of his hips for him to fill you up. 

However, the delicious stretch never comes, and you're left there feeling stupid, panting with only his tip buried inside of you. You whine once, lifting your head to look back at him. Big mistake. You've barely craned your neck before you feel his hand pushing down onto the crown of your head, fingers yanking at your mussed-up hair, shoving the side of your face back into the pillow. 

With a growl, Jeonghan leans down to press his lips against your ear. "What's with you today, princess? You've always been such a good girl for me, but you keep pushing my fucking buttons today. You want me angry, hm? Is that what you want?"

His crude words shouldn't make you feel the way you do, but when he speaks, his hot breath against your ear makes your eyes roll back, pussy clenching around the tip of his cock, desperate to suck more of him in. You respond with a quiet apology, voice quivering from the arousal wracking through your body. You crave him, ache for him like a desert thirsts for rain. "Need you..."

Then, as if he senses your distress, he decides to show you some mercy. Little by little, he slides into you, slipping in easily, aided by the wetness seeping out of your pulsating hole. He ignores the way you call out his name with a shattered gasp, slowly pressing forward until his hips are flush against your ass and his cock is snug in your heat, buried to the hilt. 

You can feel Jeonghan's groan rumbling in his chest, and the noise makes your pussy clamp down on him tighter. You're fisting at the bedsheet, feeling relieved, desperate, and frantic all at the same time. God, why isn't he moving? You want him to fuck you into the bed, want him to ruin you, use you until you can barely remember your name. 

Perhaps this is Jeonghan's way of taking his anger out on you—tormenting you until you're reduced to nothing but a sputtering, drooling wreck. Maybe he wants to see you plead, beg. Or maybe, he wants you to curse him out, chastise him, berate him for putting you through this torture.

Afraid of further repercussions, you decide to patiently wait, clenching your teeth to bite back from begging him to move. Seconds seem to drag on endlessly, and you resort to imagining the sight you'd be met with if you were to turn around. Would you see Jeonghan's face contorted into a mixture of frustration and hunger? Would his eyes be crazed and heated? Maybe he's enjoying the excruciating wait, peering down at you with an amused grin, tongue peeking out to rest against his lower lip just slightly. You're dying to know. 

Then, as if he is satisfied with your unwavering determination to remain still for him, he loosens his hold on your hair, gently brushing the dishevelled strands back. His thumb extends out to stroke at the tendrils of baby hair stuck to your temple, damp with perspiration. "You want me to move, baby?"

The question catches you off guard, and for a moment, you have half a mind to consider saying yes, but a nagging feeling tells you it might be a trick question. Jeonghan must've sensed your apprehension because you hear him chuckle. 

Without any warning, he draws his hips back, pulling out until only his tip remains inside before plunging in again. Your jaw slackens into a silent moan. The lack of stimulation has made your body feel so attuned to his, sensitive to every little movement. You feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back, feel his breath on your neck, and the ridges of the veins on his cock against your pussy. 

"It's not a trick question, you know?"

You're quick to nod your head as best as you can. "Please move," you breathe out, feeling like you're on the verge of just turning around and demanding him to fuck you the way you both need it. 

His hand grapples onto the sheets by your head, delivering another thrust into your cunt. His movement is languid, as though he wants to take his time. It's driving you crazy, just how collected he seems compared to you. Your body feels as though it's burning, lit ablaze by his kisses, touches, and every single point of contact between his skin and yours. 

Your eyes zero in on his hand propped up on the bed, right in front of your eyes, honing in on the way the sheets bunch between his fingers and the way his ring sits snug on his pinky. Subconsciously, you reach out for it, fingertips digging into his knuckles, nails pinching into the skin when he thrusts again. The movement is more rushed this time, jostling you up on the bed just a little, which makes you gasp. 

He removes your hand from him, hurriedly pressing your palm into the bed, cradling your hand from behind, his fingers sliding through the spaces of yours to intertwine them. The gesture feels so intimate, and it leaves you feeling disoriented. "Fuck, Hannie, so good..."

Jeonghan chuckles, peppering kisses all over your bare shoulder, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake wherever his lips meet your skin. "I've barely even started, baby."

Jeonghan pushes himself up onto his knees, letting go of your hand to place both his hands on your hips. He doesn't miss the way you groan at the loss of his warmth on your back, but he dismisses it. He pushes in once, twice, his gaze fixed on the point where his cock keeps appearing and disappearing into your drenched cunt. 

You barely register it when Jeonghan hauls you up onto your hands and knees, lost in the thought of him, only comprehending the situation when he once again slides into your aching pussy. You make a strangled noise in the back of your throat, elbows buckling, almost sending your face flopping back into your pillow. 

Jeonghan doesn't feel the need to take it slow anymore. His thrusts are no longer feeble, and his pace is steady. The sound of skin meeting skin fills his ears, mixed with your broken moans. It sounds like an obscene euphony, a harmony that makes his head feel foggy and hazed.

 "Fuck, pretty, you're enjoying this, aren't you?" Jeonghan grunts, sneaking a glance down, only for his pace to falter when he sees the way your slick is coating your inner thighs. The view is so lewd, salacious, dirty, and messy. "My messy fucking baby," he mumbles, picking up his speed, eyes fluttering when he feels your walls tightening around him. 

"Jeonghan... Jeonghan..." You're chanting his name like a mantra, eyes pinched close, savouring the feeling of being pumped full. 

"Yeah... that's my name, baby," Jeonghan responds, restrain starting to slip, evident in the way his voice cracks just slightly at the last syllable. "Can you cum like this?"

You promptly shake your head. "N-No." It's not entirely a lie. You hate relying on your imagination like this. You want to be able to touch him, hold him, want to be able to look into his eyes as you let your orgasm crash down on you. You want to see the way his hair frames his pretty face, want to see his flushed cheeks and the sweat gathering at the dips of his collarbones. You want to see him, or you think you'll die on the spot.

"Good. Don't cum, princess." 

"W-What?" you squeak out. 

Jeonghan snorts out a laugh. "I told you before—you're not cumming tonight."

You gulp, stooping down low onto your elbow, too weak to support yourself up on your hands. "I wanna cum, H-Hannie... Please let me..."

Jeonghan only snickers, ramming into you harder, letting out a content sigh when your moans seem to escalate, becoming more wanton and desperate. You're squeezing him so tight, white ring of your milky slick forming a ring at the base of his cock, causing him to groan out loud. He'd like to think that he's in full control, but everything about you is making him feel delirious—your smell, your pussy, your moans. 

Ever the competitive man, Jeonghan feels like he's losing this game. He's supposed to be angry at you, but why does it feel like you have the upper hand? Feeling irked by this sudden revelation, he stretches a hand out, wrapping it around your neck. He hears the surprised gasp you let out when he pulls you upright into his chest. 

Your hands immediately fly up to circle around his wrist, taken aback by the sudden change of positions. His other arm slithers around your waist, keeping you balanced as he continues to fuck you from behind. "Fuck, Hannie, your cock feels so good," you can't help but murmur, arching your hips just slightly so he can reach deeper into you. 

He scoffs, burying his face into the crook of your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses on the spot underneath your ear, strands of his hair tickling your skin. As he expects, your head lolls the other way, granting him better access to your neck. "Of course it feels good, baby. I've fucked you so many times your pussy is used to me now. Wouldn't be able to take another cock without thinking of mine, would you? Wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't my cock, right?"

His fingers dig into the sides of your neck, constricting just enough for you to gradually feel the drowsiness from the lack of air. It's intoxicating, being able to surrender yourself to another person completely, knowing they have you in the palm of their hand.

You're too preoccupied with the feeling of his hand around your throat to realise his other hand sneaking down to settle between your legs, middle and ring fingers starting to draw gentle circles into your bundle of nerves. It's almost too much—the way his cock slides in and out of you, the way his lips skim over your neck, the chokehold he has on you, the breathy groans he murmurs against your skin. 

"Unghh! F-Fuck, Jeonghan, 'm gonna cum..."

He chuckles, delighted at the turn of events. He doesn't stop the motion of his fingers against your clit and instead presses down harder, making your head roll back onto his shoulder, a throaty moan spilling past your lips into the open air. 

"Oh?" he says in a sardonic tone. "You said you couldn't cum like this. Or were you just lying to me, baby?" His mocking shouldn't have such power over you, but it makes your heart pound with the intensity of a raging storm.

"N-No, it's because you're... your fingers—"

"Hmm, what's with my fingers, angel?" 

The fingers on your clit start moving faster, motions rushed and relentless, bringing you to the verge of your climax quicker than you would ever anticipate. The sudden shift in speed makes you cry out in shock, eyes pinching shut. You're quick to bring a hand down to his wrist, tugging, trying to yank his hand away from between your legs. 

He doesn't relent, slapping your hand away and briefly resuming his assault on your aching bud. "Don't try to stop me now. I thought you wanted to cum."

"You told me not to," you rush out, heat starting to swell in your stomach, ready to burst. 

Jeonghan lets out a chortle. "That's right, baby. Ah, you listen so well..." Stretching his tongue out, he licks a broad path up your neck, stopping right underneath your jaw, where he proceeds to suck the skin. He wants to mark you, claim you. What better way than to bruise your pretty skin, right? To show everyone only a sliver of what goes on between you and him behind closed doors. 

"Oh, god, let me cum, please, please..." You have no other option than to resort to begging. Cumming without his consent would be catastrophic now. Not being able to see his face is punishment already to you, you're terrified of just how far he'd be willing to go to take his anger out on you.

Jeonghan presses the tip of his nose into the plushness of your cheek, humming as though he's weighing his options. "I don't think so, princess," he mumbles, the snap of his hips not once faltering, maintaining its hasty rhythm. "I don't think you deserve to cum."

You don't have much time left. Simple begging won't work now. You're wracking your brain for anything, anything. Forcing him to cum before you would be close to impossible, noting just how composed he seems. He's breathing hard, gravelly groans bubbling up in his chest, but he's nowhere near how wrecked you are.

Through your haze, you suddenly grow aware of the hand still draped over your throat. He's not pressing or squeezing, simply just letting his hand rest there as a means to keep you balanced on your knees as he fucks you open from behind. 

Sheer desperation makes you reach both hands up to claw at the hand on your neck. You're clinging onto the last threads of your rationality, knowing if Jeonghan puts even the slightest amount of pressure on his grip, all your sanity will go out the window, and you'd be hurled face-first into your much-awaited orgasm. You're playing with fire, you know it, but you only have one chance. 

"Unghh, f-fuck, please, choke me... I've been a bad girl, H-Hannie, choke me as punishment, and let me cum..."

You feel his mouth stretch into a grin against your cheek. Your walls are clenching around him so tight, pulsing, so hot and tight. He knows he has won. It's this notion of winning that has him thinking about giving in, but one look at your face has him reeling back his words. The furrow of your eyebrows, your slack jaw, your scarlet cheeks... it makes him feel sadistic. You wanted him to be angry at you anyway, what boyfriend would he be if he didn't give you any reason to make him angry? 

Then, Jeonghan watches. He tightens the hand around your neck, and continues his assault on your clit with the other, all while he continues to ram his dick into you again and again. You start to babble out incoherent words, and that's when he finally strikes. 

"Don't cum."

Those are the two simple words that send you dissolving into a whirl of pleasure and euphoria. Your ears feel like they're ringing as pure, white heat consumes you whole, moaning out your boyfriend's name repeatedly as you go rigid in his embrace. It's like shockwaves, rippling through you so forcibly you have no choice but to succumb to the raging tides, riding it out until you can fully apprehend the situation again. 

Gradually, you begin to notice the way Jeonghan holds you tight to him, how both his hands wrap around your waist to keep your body pressed to his, how his hips have stilled, hard cock still sheathed in your throbbing heat. He's pressing soft kisses onto your shoulder, coaxing you down from your high. 

Jeonghan lets your tired figure collapse onto the bed before sitting back and propping himself up on his heels. The sight is so endearing to him—you, still huffing breathlessly, hushed whines slipping past your lips at every exhale, so spent after only one orgasm. Jeonghan feels like it's so perverse of him to reach a hand down to stroke at his still-hard cock, touching himself to the sight of your curled figure. From this angle, he can see the mess between your thighs, remnants of your juices and his pre-cum smeared all over your puffy pussy lips. Oh, he definitely isn't done with you just yet. 

He hears you mumble his name groggily. Jeonghan's not sure whether you're calling out to him or just saying meaningless things in your post-orgasm haze. He doesn't waste time thinking, though, immediately swooping down to cage you between his arms, kissing along your hairline. "Tired already?"

Your eyes flutter open, looking up at your boyfriend who hovers above you with a smirk that makes your heart skip a beat. Fuck, you're really in for it. 

He coos at you, but it sounds sarcastic. "I told you to hold it, didn't I?"

You puff out a breath, shifting onto your back, obediently parting your legs so Jeonghan can slot himself in between them. "But your fingers—"

"Good girls don't talk back, do they, pretty?"

"N-No..."

He nods, eyes wandering downward, not trying to hide the way they zero in on your breasts. "No, they don't... But you're not a good girl, are you?" he asks, lowering himself to blow cool air onto your nipple, earning a choked gasp from you. Without any warning, he latches his mouth onto the skin at the top of your breast, sucking earnestly, not letting up until he's finally satisfied with the reddening of the skin there. He always loved to see the reddish hue of your hickeys turn into delicate shades of blue and purple as they heal. 

"I can be your good girl..."

"No, no, baby, you're a lying whore who doesn't do as they're told."

"Hannie, I asked you so many times—"

Jeonghan doesn't give you a chance to object, immediately slanting his lips over yours. He pushes his tongue past your spit-coated lips, exploring every crevice of your mouth, letting his tongue tangle with yours lasciviously. He feels you sigh against his mouth, hands coming up to curl around the nape of his neck. 

Reaching a hand down, he positions his cock over your entrance, plunging himself into your sopping pussy without any notice. It's easy to sink back into you—you're still sopping wet and stretched open from before.

Shocked, you break away from the kiss to let out a sharp cry, nails digging into his shoulders, threatening to break the skin there. "God, J-Jeonghan!"

He doesn't give you any time to adjust, quickly finding a rhythm that makes you arch your chest, pebbled nipples brushing against his front. You finally have the chance to look at him, really look at him. Fuck, you wouldn't trade this sight for anything else. He's the most beautiful thing you've ever had the privilege of seeing. 

He notices your lovestruck eyes, cock twitching inside you as he pounds into you. He thinks you're so pretty, all splayed out underneath him, so pliant, letting him do whatever he pleases with you. Your hair fans out over the pillow under your head, thin tendrils of it clinging onto your dewy temple and neck. He understands why you love to see his face so much whenever you fuck—he thinks he could cum earlier than anticipated if you keep looking at him with that infatuated gaze.

"Fuck, baby..." he curses, and it's the first time you've seen him lose his composure. "Fuck, you're such a pretty little thing..."

Your body sings at the compliment, shuddering, legs pressing into his sides, wanting to close shut but unable to. You're light-headed, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, but this feels too good to stop. With quivering hands, you slip your fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling carelessly. He's growing his hair out, so the length falls just shy of his shoulders, some strands curling over his neck like delicate tendrils of silk. 

Jeonghan's low groan pulls you out of your dazed thoughts. "Hannie..."

"Mhm, am I fucking you good, gorgeous? No one else can fuck you like I can, hm?"

You rake your nails across the nape of his neck, whimpering when he shifts just a little, hitching one of your legs up and hooking it around his slender waist. He thrusts a few more times, and his cock brushes against a spot that has you jolting, mewling as he grazes it repeatedly. 

"Oh? Right there?" Jeonghan noses at your cheekbone, listening to your gasps and whimpers, feeling his abdomen tighten at the obscene sounds you let out. 

"R-Right there..."

"That's it... You think Seungcheol can get you like this?"

At the mention of your ex's name, you whine loudly. A part of you hadn't expected Jeonghan to remember the earlier incident, but you should've known better. It seems stupid to think Yoon Jeonghan wouldn't remember an incident that occurred only an hour ago. 

"H-Hannie..."

"Hm, you gonna meet him for lunch? Gonna let him try to win you over? Gonna let him have what's mine?"

You shake your head, on the verge of sobbing, feeling your eyes fill with tears. "Wouldn't do that," you rasp. "I'm yours, Hannie..."

Jeonghan doesn't seem very convinced. "Yeah? You're mine?" he mutters against the apple of your cheek. His voice is low, any traces of anger or annoyance concealed. "You wanna say you're mine, with his contact still saved in your phone, baby? Don't be silly."

Your heel digs into Jeonghan's lower back, anchoring him to you as he continues to drill into you. "But I am yours—"

"Are you?"

"Y-Yes, always yours..." A hard thrust has you gasping, tears trickling down your temple, getting caught in your hair. 

Jeonghan's pace stutters, distracted by the way you blink up at him through your damp lashes. Tears gather at your lash line, and he can't help but want more. It's a sick thought, but Jeonghan doesn't care much. How could he care when he's balls deep inside of you, feeling like he's about to explode from the way your heat wraps around him so well? He wants to see you cry for him, sob, snivel, all because you can't get enough of his cock. He wants you to cum so hard you see stars and forget about everything but him, him, him. Choi Seungcheol will be the last thing on your mind. 

When Jeonghan lowers himself down onto his elbow, he seals his mouth to yours, kissing you fervently. It's a bruising kiss, teeth digging into lips, tongue rolling together in an alluring dance. After some time, Jeonghan reluctantly pulls back, taking a much-needed breath. He groans at the sight of your lips, all plump and damp with a mixture of his and your spit. "Fuck, baby... you're mine, aren't you?" 

 "Y-Yes, yes!" you babble, vision blurring as more tears fill your eyes. 

"You're gonna let me fill you up? Have your pussy dripping my cum for days so you don't forget who you belong to. You like the sound of that?"

"God, yes, yes..." 

Your thighs are starting to shake, Jeonghan can feel it on his hips. He brings his lips over yours again, not kissing you, just barely letting it brush over yours. He can feel every hot breath you release against his mouth. "Say his name, baby."

"Unghh... Hannie—" 

He snickers. "I said his name, not mine," he says darkly, pecking your lips once. 

You're confused and so goddamn frustrated. You're teetering on the precipice of your orgasm, and he wants to play mind games with you now? "No," you whine, shaking your head. 

"No? Why are you so scared?"

"F-Fuck, please!"

"I won't get mad at you for saying it, princess." His voice has dropped down an octave. It feels like it's seeping into your brain, turning it into mush. 

"C-Can't..." you murmur, drool gathering in your mouth the more Jeonghan splits you open. 

"You can't? Why? Scared you might cum if you say his name? Scared you'll think of him when you cum?"

Your eyes grow wide in alarm. "N-No! I wouldn't do that, oh god, f-fuck..."

"Then say it or you're not cumming," he threatens, grinding harder into you, angling his pelvis just slightly so that it brushes against your clit every time he thrusts in. He watches your eyes roll back, pleasure fogging up your brain. He feels your juices coat his pelvis, splashing over his lower abdomen. Whenever his cock dips in and out, the wet sounds resound throughout the room, and it makes him hiss. "Say it," he repeats, knowing he won't last much longer. 

You frantically shake your head, moans coming out stuttered. "N-No, please don't, I can't...Hannie—"

Jeonghan notes the way you're starting to sound distant. "Say it or I'm leaving you here to cum by yourself."

Your eyes meet his—frazzled, panicked, dazed. "Please, I can't!"

"You wanted me mad, right? This is it, princess. Show some gratitude and say his fucking name."

You're trying hard to read him, to possibly decipher his intentions, but it's so hard when you feel like you're on the verge of passing out from the onslaught of pleasure. You reach one hand down to rake at the skin of his lower back, earning a throaty groan from him, a sound that makes your skin prickle. Your other hand settles on his face, cupping his jaw softly, as if begging him. 

Your eyes roam over his face, taking in his exquisite beauty that always leaves you short of breath. His tousled hair hangs over his forehead, dangling in front of his eyes, dark like pools of obsidian, drawing you into their depth. There's a radiant flush that colours his cheeks, drawing your attention to the contour of his cheekbones and jaw, dusted lightly with sweat, highlighting the sharp features. Then his lips—so inviting and soft, parting with each breath. 

Jeonghan feels almost flattered under the weight of your affectionate stare. He briefly closes his eyes, breathing in through his nose, trying to pull himself together. He tries to push everything out of his mind—your delicious sounds, your intoxicating scent, your warm cunt around his cock. It's your sweet, quiet whine that pulls him out of his reverie. When he locks eyes with you again, he knows there's nothing he can do to delay his impending climax—not when you're looking up at him so tenderly, eyes fixated on him like a moth drawn to a mesmerizing flame.

"I c-cant... Don't make me say his name, p-please..."

Jeonghan swallows hard, one hand curving at the nape of your neck. With his grip he tilts your head up, letting your lips caress his. "Say my name, then. Say my name when you cum. Look at me and show me who you belong to..." 

You cum with a shout of Jeonghan's name, your whole body shaking at the sudden explosion. You squirm in your boyfriend's hold, toes curling over the back of his thighs as the pleasure ravages your whole body, surging through every nerve and every cell. It's numbing and so overwhelming at the same time, every inch of your skin humming with electricity, and every vein feeling like they've been set ablaze. For a moment, nothing else in the world matters except you and Jeonghan, entwined in each other as you lose yourself in the whirlwind of pleasure. 

"Fuck, fuck, should I fill you up, baby?" Jeonghan's voice quivers just slightly. 

The question sends another flood of ecstasy through you, cunt fluttering around his cock a second time. "Yes, yes—"

Your voice is like a siren's call to him, beckoning him, tempting him. Jeonghan is only a man, and he's not immune to a force as powerful as you. He sinks his teeth into your neck as he finally empties himself inside you with a drawn-out groan. Your tight cunt is pulsing so tightly around him, milking him, forcing every drop of cum to spill into you and coat your walls. A rather high-pitched whine escapes his lips as he slumps into you, hips flushed to yours, aching balls slick with the mixture of your release and his. 

You're panting heavily as you wrap your arms around Jeonghan, blinking up at the ceiling blearily, feeling filled to the brim with his cum still in you. Despite having the urge to clean yourself up and get rid of the stickiness between your legs, you lie there for another minute, feeling so content with Jeonghan's weight atop yours and his lips on your neck. Being with him is pure bliss. 

"Jeonghan," you say softly after some time, not wanting to ruin the peace and quiet.

He hums, rolling over to the side to lie on his back, letting his softening cock slip out of you. He pulls you into him with one arm, allowing you to settle half of your body on top of his. He lets out a pleased sigh, one hand grazing over your bare back, fingertips gliding down the dip of your spine. 

Placing a palm on his chest, you rest your chin on the back of your hand, gazing up at him tiredly. He seems to glow so prettily, eyes fluttered shut and a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. Despite the heaviness of your eyelids, you gather your resolve, knowing that you still have something to clarify with him.

Without thinking too much, you mumble Jeonghan's name again and smile when his eyes flutter open to peer down at you drowsily. His free hand comes up to brush back the hair from your eyes. 

"I'm sorry for not letting you know," you mutter, the weight of your guilt just now settling in your heart. If you don't apologise now, the feeling might devour you whole. "I should've told you..."

The hand on your back ceases moving, palm splaying on your upper back, warm against your skin. "Baby, I wasn't really—you know—angry about it. I was a little stumped, sure, but... I trust you. I always trust you."

You shake your head, pulling yourself up slightly to look at him better. "You deserve to be angry. Jeonghan, you should be so angry at me. I should've told you as soon as I got home from that dinner party."

Jeonghan chuckles, much to your dismay. "Okay, then why didn't you?"

"I just... didn't think it was important. I felt like it wasn't anything worth telling you. It's not a good excuse, I know."

"Is Seungcheol important to you?"

Your eyes widen in disbelief, unable to fully grasp what you just heard. "What! No, of course not!"

"Then what's there to apologise about?" Jeonghan says with a snicker. "Did you kiss him at the party? Did he try to make any move on you? Did he seem interested in you?"

"No to all of those. I... I told him I already found someone else," you admit in a quiet voice. 

When Jeonghan smiles at you, it looks somewhat smug. "That's my girl... Besides, it wasn't his face that you were sitting on when you got back home from that party, was it?"

Appalled by Jeonghan's words, you bring your palm down on his chest, smacking him. "You're disgusting, Yoon Jeonghan."

He only laughs, eyes crinkling as he pulls you even closer. "Don't act like you don't love it."

You say nothing, only bringing your head down to rest it on his chest again. His heartbeat is strong against your ear, and his skin feels warm under your cheek. 

"So..." Jeonghan begins. "Round two in the shower?"

He doesn't have to ask twice—you're already off the bed and sauntering towards the bathroom. 

© sweetlemontart — all rights reserved.

#sweetlemontart writes #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan svt #yoon jeonghan seventeen #jeonghan svt #jeonghan seventeen #seventeen smut #svt fanfic #seventeen fic #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan x y/n #kim mingyu #joshua hong #wen junhui #jeon wonwoo #choi seungcheol #kwon soonyoung #xu minghao #lee jihoon #lee seokmin #chwe hansol #boo seungkwan #lee chan

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

20 Q's for Fic Writers

Thank you @thequibblah for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on A03? 44

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 1,275,881

3. What fandoms do you write for? Harry Potter/Jily. I briefly wrote for Game of Thrones for a while but my interest in it waned pretty quickly.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Shelf Awareness Salmon Fishing in the Olympics Careless Texter Mother Deer (The Completely Unwilling Participants on) The Bachelor

Absolutely unsurprised to learn that my top five fics by kudos are completed.

5. Do you respond to comments? I always intend to. I really do. Sometimes. Sometimes is the answer.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Don’t understand this question.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Pretty much any of my completed fics, but the one that jumps out is Shelf Awareness because they were really living the dream. An October of Unconventional Courtships would have beaten it if not for poor old Peter’s finger.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I think anyone who’s followed me for a while knows that I absolutely despise the one smut scene that I actually published in a fic, and yet I have written more that is as of yet unpublished. I’m not a fan of writing it. One weird or awkward word choice can turn the whole scene comical and I’m always so in my head about it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I guess Bachelor fic is a crossover with, well, The Bachelor? I’ve definitely written fics inspired by other things but never a straight-up crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yep! I had a fic called A Wizard Walks Into a Bar on FFnet and in 2013 someone took it and reposted it under a completely different fandom that I’d never heard of before. The author had stolen another of mine that I can’t remember and a couple of Bee’s too. My brother left a review on it that was like “I love this fic. I loved it even more when my sister first wrote it a few years ago,” and then we reported it and the account got taken down.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? A few, yes.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I’ve co-written with Kristina and with Bee, so as far as co-writing goes there’s no higher plateau that a person can reach.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Jily

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha let’s not go down that road right now.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue and comedy. I think that’s fair for me to say.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Constantly picking and editing as I go instead of bashing out a draft and going over it later.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don’t have any tbh. You do you.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Jily

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I have two. Wherefore Art Thou, James Potter and Choose Your Own (sexy) Adventure

Tagging @wearingaberetinparis and @oyprongs if you haven't already done it!

#fic asks

[cassiaratheslytherpuff]

20 questions for fic writers!

Thank you so much for tagging me @orange-peony, these things are always so fun to do!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 40 works right now.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

624,677, which is more than I thought I had (probably due to the fact 1/6th of them were posted during the past 5 months or so)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I only really write for Harry Potter, though I do like to play in next-gen, marauder and golden-trio era so there's a little variation there.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Blue Roses and Other Impossible Things Drarry, 40k, E To Be Out of Your Own (and consumed by another)  Drarry, 18k, E Though My Mind Could Think (I still was a mad man) Drarry, 87k, E Things Unknown but Longed for Still Drarry, 30k, E Use My Last Breath (to say I love you), Harry/Charlie, 6k, E

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

I do. I love talking about fics in general, but especially the ones I write. I love reading theories or thoughts people had while reading, and responding to those. And also, comments make me so happy and I want to show that to the person who commented because I know it can take a lot of energy and mental work to comment at all.

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

I actually think I have to list more than one, because I have three that all end kind of terribly.

A Long Line of Fine Rarry 2k There is a First Time for Dying Scorbus, 1.5K Give Me a Memory Drarry, 2.5k

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

Probably all the rest of them.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah, sometimes.

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

Yeah, I think like 35 of the 40 fics are rated E for smut. I like to write all kinds tbh. Like, super angsty, kinky, romantic, longing etc. I think it's the feelings and emotions that makes it fun for me, but they don't really have to be all positive.

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

I tried once years and years ago to write a supernatural and Hunger Games crossover, but I never finished it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I had one reposted on Instagram once, but nothing else that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah, a couple.

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

No, I don't think I'd be any good at it tbh, I can never stick to an outline.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I think maybe Drarry, but that might be because there are SO many great fics written for it. But I also adore rarry and prongsfoot, and I think I love them just as much – I just read them less because there are fewer fics.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There are a lot tbh, but the one I'm always angry about not being able to finish is a fic I started a loong about Muggles finding out about magic and inventing technology to supress it, and Draco and Harry working to get Teddy out of England.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think (or at least hope) it's putting words to feelings and emotions. I tend to struggle to name or describe my own feelings so I usually explore that a fair bit in fics.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm pretty sure I'm ace so I struggle a lot with writing my characters as feeling physical attraction. I think I can do the emotions and physical bits, but yeah, the whole attraction thing is difficult. And also describing actions. I'll have a character stand up to do something and then completely forget I did it, so they'll be sitting down in the next line. Or they'll just be talking with zero description of what they're doing.

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

I'm not sure I have any. I never have myself, but I'm not really opposed as much as I've never had a need.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. I think it was a hinny fic sometime between the fifth and sixth book came out. At the time I had no idea what fanfiction or shipping was at all, and it never left the notebook I wrote it in.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I think my favourites changes every time I try to pick one, but right now it's these:

Like a Dream I Can Reach (but not quite hold) queerplatonic darry, 19.5k

Though My Mind Could Think (I still was a mad man) Drarry, 87k

Four Gallons of Oblivious Rarry, 18k

I'll tag @stargazing-enby, @drarryruinedme7, @acnelli @maesterchill @pineau-noir and @shealwaysreads if you want to do it (and haven't already). And anyone else who'd like to do this!

#tag game #fanfic writers

[durrtydawg]

20 fanfic questions!!

thank for the tag, lovely <3 @cchickki

How many works do you have on AO3?

6! Far more unpublished though.

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

out of those published: 60,723

3. What fandoms do you write for?

uncharted. whoops.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Wine, Wine, Whine. I Think We've Got Chemis-tree, The Sadir Inheritance, A Taste of your Own, Best Served Cold

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

I try!! Nothing makes me feel happier than seeing that people have enjoyed my stuff so much they feel inclined to actually tell me?? If I ever don't reply, it's honestly because I'm overwhelmed, or have imposter syndrome... on my own writing? Hmm.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh god. tbh none of my ao3 ones are particularly angsty. Best Served Cold is probably the closest because of ✨vengeance✨, but I've got a fair few angsty fics unpublished.

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

deffo I Think We've Got Chemis-tree. It's just silly feel-good fluff and very 'fanfictiony' if you get what I mean. Not my fave, but people seem to love it for some reason :')

8. Do you get hate on fics?

HA. Luckily, I've managed to steer clear from any hate with my Sam stuff, which is probably down to the niche-ness of the fandom, but I used to get a LOOOT when i wrote TWD stuff back in the day. And it was pretty much always due to me using British english spelling & lingo rather than US. Yawn.

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

Abso-fucking-lutely. I think the stuff I've published is pretty tame tbh... compared to what I'm too frightened to post because I'm sick in the head <3. I love giggly, fluffy smut, but hey. I also love stuff that verges on dead dove. Come at me with asks on the matter. I'm game.

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

Nope. Tbh I don't like anything enough to do crossovers, but ig it's not out of the question.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Again, this fandom is so small, I feel like it'd be blatantly obvious if it had been. I think I saw something a while back that made me raise my brow at the similarity, but to say it was stolen may be a bit far-fetched.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I had an old TWD series of mine translated... twice?!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I had a friend once who asked me to beta her fic, and it ended up becoming a total 50/50 collaboration, so yeah! Again, it was TWD.

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

Pfft. I really don't have one. (I'm a disgusting, delusional self-shipper.)

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

ARGH I really want to continue with The Sadir Inheritance, but it's so time consuming, and it takes me about a month to write a very basic request, let alone take care of my fic-baby. I really really like it and have SOO many ideas, so maybe it's overly pessimistic to say I won't ever finish it. But the fandom may be extinct by the time I do :')

16. What are your writing strengths?

Apparently I'm good at dialogue and characterisation? That's unhealthy obsession, bay-bee!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Anything emotional, I think. I enjoy writing the conversational side of things, and am a very humour-centric person, so find it hard to make things perfectly angsty/sad when they need to be. Though I still write it! I'm just not all that confident.

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

Hell yeah. Just make sure it's accurate to avoid offence/severe cringe. I wouldn't personally do it unless I was completely certain it fit.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

the walking deadddd

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Out of those I've published? Probably the Best Served Cold/A Taste of Your Own duo. It was a lot of fun to write, and allowed me to add a relatively solid plot to something raunchy- though, the alternative ending to ATOYO is better, and I wish I posted it first, because I want more people to see it sksks. You live and learn.

I won't tag anyone- but would looove any of my moots to do this. It was fun!!

#tag game

[player1064]

February 2004

WIP asks but it's just the various sections of my happy (???) beville (/angsty carraville) WIP

ohohoho I loooove this section tbh. not sure WHY i love it but I do it's got it all it's got angst it's got fluff it's got gary being pathetic.... beautiful

---

February, 2004.

“Are you at Old Trafford yet?”

“Still in the car, we’re not due out on pitch for warm-up for another hour still.”

On the other side of the car’s back seat, Scholesy is sat slumped against the window, staring out with a bored expression. There’s no music playing – they can never agree on what radio station to tune to, and Gary spends most drives to matches on the phone with Becks anyway. He feels a bit guilty, though, ignoring him the whole drive, even if they have spent all morning together.

“Tell me when you get there, yeah?”

“Becks, I swear, you’re worse than my dad. I’ve only been doin’ this ten years, haven’t I? I’ll give the finger to one of the cameras just for you, how’s that sound?”

Next to him, Scholesy groans.

“Don’t, Gaz,” he says, “you’ll get fined.”

At the same time, down the phone Becks is saying “not sure that’s worth the fine, babe.”

“The two ‘a yous are always ganging up on me, it’s not fair.”

“Tell Scholesy I’m giving him a big wet kiss next time I see him.”

“I’m not tellin’ him that.”

“Is he threatenin’ to kiss me again? Tell him I’ll drop out of England squad next week if he does that.”

“Scholesy says he can’t wait to give you a nice big snog when we get to London on Monday.”

David laughs, pretty and perfect and it makes Gary’s chest ache just hearing it, makes him wish they could just skip the stupid match and get to Monday already.

“Good luck today, Gaz,” he says warmly, “you’ll smash ‘em, I know you will. I love you.”

Gary pulls a face at that, aware that Scholesy is watching him, that he can see his blush creeping up and know exactly what David’s saying to him. These things have always seemed to come so easily to David, it’s baffling. The first time he’d told Gary he loved him, a million years ago, Gary had blinked and said ‘do you fuck’, then spent the next ten minutes scrambling to assure him that he knows, that he knows, that there’s been no lack of affection on David’s part to make him doubt it. That he loves him too.

“Yeah,” he says now, darting his eyes towards Scholesy who looks away, pretends not to be listening. He clears his throat. “You too.”

*

When they walk into Old Trafford, the receptionist at the staff entrance calls for him to wait a second before going through to the dressing room. In the blink of an eye, Gary finds his arms being loaded up with chocolates, and roses, and a stupid little teddy bear with the Manchester United crest on it.

He shuffles into the dressing room awkwardly, struggling to see around the giant bouquet, and just as he’d expected (dreaded) he’s met with teasing cheers and wolf-whistles when he walks in and drops them into his locker.

He snaps his phone open and texts David ‘you are horrible <3’, before looking around the room with a glare and saying “not a fucking word”.

“Look at you, Nev,” Butty says with a grin, because he never just keeps his mouth shut. “You’re more popular than Giggsy, who’d’ve thought?”

Giggsy raises an eyebrow. “Is he fuck, those are obviously just long-distance guilt gifts. I’m the one who actually has a chance of getting laid tonight.”

Gary looks down at the floor, scratches at his head awkwardly. “I think he jus’ doesn’t want me feelin’ bad that we can’t do any of the Valentines nonsense this year.”

He swear he sees Roy lean towards John and mutter “he’s feeling guilty about something, that’s for sure”. But what would that even mean?

*

He should be focused on the game. He’s always focused on the game. Single-minded, that’s him.

Today, though, he can’t stop thinking about what Roy had said, about the concerned look he’d given Becks’ stupid flowers.

Surely, surely he hadn’t meant –

Because why would he even think that?

There’s still a game to win, though, and Gary does try to get on with it. Except that when he dives (yes, he dives, he’s in the penalty box – of course he dives, anyone would) and the City players start yelling at him, he feels everything bubbling up inside him and oh god, the Boss is going to kill him.

He storms back to the dressing room and is tugging off his shirt to go shower when his phone starts ringing, because of course it does. Because, if he was thinking clearly, he’d’ve been worried if it didn’t.

“I was provoked, Becks,” he says when he picks it up, skipping the greeting.

“You silly cow,” Becks replies softly, like he’s not disappointed. Like Gary’s not just put the cup at risk. “No you weren’t. What’d you go and do that for?”

“He –”

“Gaz, that’s a three match suspension.”

Gary’s been a professional footballer for ten years now, he knows perfectly well that he’s going to get a three match suspension, so he’s not sure why Becks feels the need to remind him of it. It’s not the sort of thing he’d rub in his face, when he knows that Gary’ll be getting the hairdryer treatment any minute now. When he knows it’ll mean –

Oh, god.

International break starts on Monday.

“Becks,” he says desperately, apologetically. “Becks, I forgot – I weren’t thinkin’, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it doesn’t have to mean – I can still come down, with the lads. I know I can’t train, but – but I can still come. We can still –”

“Gaz.” David sighs. “D’you really think the Boss would let you do that?”

Fuck.

*

“Boss,” he says, voice wobbly, “Boss, please. Double my fine, or – or bench me, but please. Just one day, not even that – half a day, and I’d be back for the next morning’s training.”

It feels a similar situation to the one he’d been in last summer, stood alone in front of Sir Alex’s desk with tears streaming down his face and a snotty nose, begging please, Boss, you know how stubborn he can be. He is sorry, it’s been eatin’ him up, he just doesn’t want to look stupid if he apologises and you sell ‘im anyway. You know how much he respects you. This is all he’s ever wanted. Boss, please.

“Gary,” the Boss says slowly, “actions must have consequences.”

I don’t – I can’t do this without him, I’m not good enough. You know I’m not good enough. I’ll do anything. Please, Boss, please.

He remembers the way Sir Alex had looked at him over his glasses, that long calculating stare of his. You assured me this… attachment of yours wouldn’t get in the way of your game.

“Okay,” he says now with a grim nod. “You’re right.” His voice cracks as he talks, so he blinks a few times and repeats “you’re right, I know. I jeopardised the match. I’m sorry.”

Sir Alex nods, and looks down at the papers on his desk, starts shuffling through them. This, Gary knows, is his cue to leave. They’re done here.

I know you don’t owe me anything, but it’s – it’s not just for me. It’s the team, we need him. He’s special, don’t – I know it’s been difficult between you two, but can’t you fix it? If anyone can fix it, surely you –

– You only get this one favour, Gary. Do you understand?

I’ll do anything, just – please. Please don’t sell him.

A one season loan. It’s an excellent opportunity, the chance to experience a new league, a new style of play. Gives our less senior players a chance to earn more minutes. Then he’ll come back, and we’ll all be stronger for it.

And you promise he’ll come back?

I promise he will be given the option. That’s my only offer, lad, not many people could get away with asking this of me.

#when i learnt that after becks went to madrid he and gary would talk on the phone before and after EVERY utd match #it was so over for me. that information WRECKED me. christ. #beville #wip asks

[subzeroparade]

Hi, question about the bloodborne universe. I love all you write and draw. How do you handle the hunt is one night? I live in an area of a polar night (several days of no sun or several days of pure sun). Do you think the game takes place in a like less than 12 hours. Or is it a bit longer?

This is a fair question - and tbh I haven’t thought all that much about it, especially since my writing (and thus worldbuilding) has so far been confined to early/pre-Church days.

On one hand, if I were to write it, I would stick pretty straightforwardly to a real night/day cycle. I love the idea of the townsfolk in the thrall of paranoia about the upcoming Hunt, the way curfew and the bells for Vespers shapes the life of Yharnam during the scourge. That if you’re caught outside during nightfall, you’re well and truly fucked. I have a few headcanons about mercy killings, too, of scourge victims by the Hunters, that can only be performed in daylight. After dark, no sacraments or absolution for those who turn. Just slaughter. 

On the other hand, I’m all for weird temporal phenomena/timeloops if they’re well done, so I wouldn’t mind seeing any interpretations in that sense. Maybe dawn wouldn’t have come at all if it weren’t for the Hunter’s actions after the Blood Moon. Maybe this is just a pocket dimension that Yharnam has been sucked into because the Great Ones like to fuck around. 

As someone who has lived in Canada, I find there’s serious appeal and fear in the idea of a long night in the real, polar sense of a long night - like six straight months of it. It’s such a disturbing concept, and I think it could whittle away at one’s sanity (thinking a lot about The Terror here, haha). Maybe the Blood Moon brings on that kind of infinite night? 

Sorry anon, I haven’t thought about this extensively so I wish I had more of substance - but I am always open to hearing other people’s interpretations if they’ve got it all figured out.  

Anyway let me offer you a WIP of Egg (my Hunter OC) for your trying times. 

#still going through the ask box #ask #bloodborne #lore

[good--merits-accumulated]

Thanks @sinni-ok-sessi for the tag! :D

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Going to sort these by fandom and type of WIP:

Dead Poets Society:

Vesuvius - Finished, but being expanded haha. (Sorry to anyone who has seen the absolute state of my Anderperry tag recently because I haven't shut up about this WIP in a solid month.)

a gleam of light - Still planning, but I have bits written!

southward bound - WIP

same x3 - Will never be finished but every year or so I pop in and add another chapter

Mini 15-years-later fluff - WIP

Much Ado AU - WIP

DMBJ:

amhrán na farraige - WIP (Will I finish it? Well. I would like to.)

The Message and the Messenger - WIP, also barely planned

Zhang Qiling and the Train to Nowhere - WIP

silly idol au - WIA (Work Is Abandoned)

little scraps of light - WIA unless I get hit with another wave of interest in Stray

unnamed silly Princess Bride-esque AU - WIA

nothing much in a name

Qi Hun/Hikaru no Go:

ex astris, scientia - to finish this I would probably have to finish TOS first and I don't know if I have that effort in me tbh

Yu Liang vs. The World - semi WIA

voulez-vous... aha? - WIA

Haikyuu! (These are all WIAs but I like to look at them and believe that I can finish them one day lol. Maybe when the film comes out):

exothermicity

MQG (Maurice Quill Gaming)

and the sun comes up again

THE SUMMER WILL NOT END

The God's Long Way Home

made for two

The Detectives' Guide to Love, Crime, and Cybersecurity

Miscellaneous:

All's Fair in Love and Neurosurgery

O, My Saint!

MOURNING MAN

Tagging @echosghoast, @whisper-my-serenade, and any other writing mutuals (or non-mutuals!) who want to do this!

#htoo writes #dead poets society #dmbj #qi hun #haikyuu #sorry to anyone in these tags - just trying to organise my stuff! ignore! #anyway as you can see i have chronic Cannot Finish A WIP For The Life Of Me So Help Me God syndrome

[fridayyy-13th]

oh look i'm finally making a pinned post after like two years (woo!)

hello! i'm Friday! welcome to my little corner of the hellsite. this blog mostly consists of reblogs with an occasional original post or art piece, or sometimes a fic i've written; i'm just here to have fun. any pronouns are fine, but i predominantly use they/he/she.

feel free to send asks or tag me in things! i love interacting with people. if we're mutuals and you want to chat send me a DM! though fair warning i can be Very Awkward at times 😅

more info below the cut!

tags i use (a non-comprehensive list): original posts/talky reblogs/answered asks: #friday chats my art: #friday doodles my fanfics: #friday's fics tag games: #tag game ask games: #ask game picrew tag games: #picrew game others' fics/recommendation lists: #fic recs saves: #saving for later advice/resources: #useful!

as for general tags, i tend to be pretty thorough in my tagging. if you want to see a lot of a specific character, series, or even something like #flowers or #birds, go for it! i curate my tags for me and for others. i don't typically tag triggers though, so be warned.

do not follow me if you're queerphobic, exclusionist (of any kind), ableist, racist, or if you spread any other kind of hate; this blog is not the place for that and you are not welcome here.

as for ask etiquette, or whatever the term is exactly: if you want to send me something, go for it! like i said, i like talking to people. but, please don't send any nsfw asks. they won't be answered. and anon hate won't be answered either!

my ao3 is Friday_13th; i don't post very often, but i do have a lot of WIPs in the works, so keep an eye out! so far i've written fics for Hermitcraft and The Magnus Archives.

uh what else goes into a pinned post. tbh i think that's about all, really. thanks for reading all of this!

#friday chats #pinned post #i've seen people do lists of fandoms in pinned posts before but my blog title is 'welcome to my fandom hodgepodge' for a reason #it's just a little bit of anything and everything #edit 9/24/23: added some tags to my taglist and made them all into links! also changed some phrasing re: DMs

[twogyuu]

1K event: A Whirlwind of Days 🍥 [SVT Song Drabble Requests]

Woke up today and saw that I hit 1K! 😳🤯

Wild!

In brief, thank you all for visiting my small corner of Caratblr and giving my work a chance! I will save all the sappiness for under the cut LOL, but the fun thing first: I will be hosting a writing event in celebration of this milestone! Please follow the guidelines as outlined below to participate:

My asks will be open for requests! Requests will be on first come, first serve basis. I will keep it open until all 13 members are filled!

In the request, please specify the member and SVT song you'd like me to write for.

Solo, unit, OT13, and unofficial songs are all fair game, even if the specified member isn't part of the unit (e.g. Soonyoung + Samex3).

If you'd like to provide additional details, please keep them SFW.

Extensions of current drabbles/fic series are eligible too! For example, if you want to see a drabble (still in association with a SVT song) for Seungcheol from Terrifyingly Innocent or stableboy!Mingyu from If The Horseshoe Fits, let me know!

Since I'm currently in the process of interviewing for jobs and finishing post-grad, these requests will take a while to roll out (amidst me trying to update my other series and WIPs too 💀), so please bear with me! Thank you for your patience in advance 💙

Please lmk if you have any questions as this event is ongoing - would be more than happy to answer them.

That's all! Looking forward to what kinds of things you all come up with 💙 Please don't let this flop skjfaksdf

All my other thanks under the cut! 🤡

First of all, if you made it this far, thank you! LOL.

Tbh, I try not to make a big deal over milestone numbers for my own sanity . . . I found that if I focus too much on how many notes a post gets or why my number of followers aren't going up fast like others, I get into this weird rut that sucks the joy out of writing . . . Nonetheless, though I don't say it enough, I hope each and everyone of you know that I'm beyond grateful for all your support. Be it the silent reader or the anon that pops into my asks frequently, I'm honored to have been a small part of your day that brought you joy (or pain given how much angst I write 😅). At the end of the day, I'm just a sleep-deprived post-grad student who felt the urge to manifest her daydreams lol. Writing on here has become something integral to my life (and well-being tbh) and I'm so happy to have the opportunity to be able to share it with you all.

A special shout out to my first friend ever on here @ann-non even though you're not that active anymore 😭💙 ILY and I hope life is treating you well.

Thank you to @sleeplessdawn and @wonwoonlight for always listening to me ramble about my silly ideas and giving me whiplash between Mingyu/Jeonghan and Vernon/Jihoon 🤡 ILY both and I hope our friendships last a little longer 💙

I also wanted to say thank you to my dear readers @wisteria-woo, @nanamioo, and probably my oldest follower, @jeonghanniehae95 (still shook you found me after all this time😭)! Y'all are seriously the cutest and funniest. Your comments always make my day. Thank you for consistently being a bright spot for me here on Tumblr - I always look forward to your messages/rbs/asks.

Last but not least, ofc, a thank you to Seventeen for being my home these past few years, especially when I was wandering aimlessly and lost 🥺 I found an amazing community because of you and post-grad has been a little more bearable through your music and giggling through GoSe. If forever exists, may it happen to you 💙

XOXO,

holly🥴

#twogyuu:whirlwind 1K #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabbles

[mikaharuka]

Find the Word Tag!

So, I was tagged by @mrsmungus a few days ago for this game. The rules are simple - find the word (or something close enough) in a fic (WIP, published, whatever works) and share the excerpt it is in!

Words I was given: master, pulse, shiver, smile, end/ended

Your words to find: drink, black, sun, laugh, silence

Tagging to play (no pressure, of course): @sliebman10, @tsunderewatermelon, @axolotlsupremacyowo, @udaberriwrites, @hylianjo, @lena-hills, @kayedium-writes, @precambrian-sea-pancake, @oceangirl24, and anyone else who feels like joining with the open tag! Really, I just tagged so many people lol

NOTES:

*All the excerpts are from my long-fic, Apricity. I wanted to include context, so this post does run a bit longer...

*NSFW warning for the third one - "shiver". This is in an erotic dream.

*I combined the fourth and fifth ones - "smile" and "end/ended" - so I went with a longer excerpt for those two words.

*Discord Server Folks! (you know who you are XD) - the last excerpt is a scene that is setup for the paint fic ('We Need To Talk About Rosalie'). Tbh, that scene is all the context you'll need for the fic, so I did include the entire scene to spare y'all in the future~ XD

Now, with all of that out of the way... onwards!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Master - So... I went with 'mastermind' for this one. I did find a "master bedroom" mention in the first chapter when Beau was moving into his new house, but this was much more interesting~

[From Mocha Hypothesis - Apricity, Ch 9]

Was Edward a bad guy? “… you’re not wrong. I suppose you could be a bad guy.” Confusion marred Edward’s features. “Then why do you-” “It depends on what you mean by bad, though.” Edward looked incredulous. “Okay, I’ll bite. What kind of bad could I be, then?” “Bad as in inferior? No way. Not with your looks or abilities.” “Haha, fair enough,” Edward chuckled. “Bad as in unpleasant? You’ve had your weird moments, but we get along well.” “Maybe… with you and your friends in bio, at least.” “Bad as in evil? Not impossible, but I doubt it.” Edward clicked his tongue. “Isn’t that careless to dismiss?” “Right, because an evil mastermind would live as a high schooler in a small town.” “…I suppose it would be difficult to carry out evil plans.” “Bad as in dangerous, though… maybe. Magic is dangerous, after all.” “Do you think I’m dangerous?” Edward asked, looking on edge. "Hmm... I don't know, but I don't think so. Not from what I know of you, at least." "You don't know very much about me." "True, but everything I've seen so far points against it. Same goes for your brother." "My brother?" Edward scoffed. "Carlisle's easily the most dangerous of all." Beau's breath hitched, wondering what Edward meant by that.

-

Pulse - Found it in the hospital scene/inciting event, naturally. Also found it in the NSFW chapter, but most of the incidences are actually in Sangria/Midnight and are in spoiler-ish parts, so I'll pass on those.

[From Cerise Blossom - Apricity, Ch 6]

He turned back to face Beau. "Did you feel any pain or have any issues with balance?" "No, it went well. I didn't notice any problems." "And now? You mentioned a mild headache earlier, but do you feel anything else?" “I’m a little dizzy,” Beau looked down. “I just noticed a slight chest ache too.” “Alright. That is not abnormal.” The doctor set the folder down and maneuvered his stethoscope. “Take a few deep breaths for me.” He pressed the chest piece to just under his left collarbone, causing Beau to shudder as cool fingertips gently brushed against his skin and moved across his chest with each breath. Beau closed his eyes and tried to calm the racing heartbeat he was certain the older man could hear. It was a futile effort, though, as the spikes of heat that blossomed beneath the man’s fingers only fueled his already racing pulse even faster. Combined with the alluring scent - of sandalwood and vanilla with a hint of spice and a trace of disinfectant - that invaded his senses with each deep breath, Beau felt a soft haze set in. “Now breathe normally. I need to listen to your heart function.” That only made Beau’s heart race faster. The only thing keeping him grounded was the knowledge that the doctor, Edward, and his dad would be able to see his every reaction.

-

Shiver - This one showed up 6 times... with half of them from Azure, the one NSFW chapter I have so far (erotic dream + vampire sex). Since I'm here, might as well do the most NSFW of the three XD

[From Azure Mystique - Apricity, Ch 11]

'Open for me, beautiful boy' Unable to resist the siren’s call, Beau felt his legs simply fall apart as he collapsed onto the warm earth, when slick lips captured his own once more. A stronger metallic taste permeated the kiss once more as the man’s hands wandered even lower. Just as Beau was about to give into the haze once more, the man pulled away abruptly and another rip of fabric reverberated through the forest. Goosebumps spread rapidly and shivers rippled across skin newly exposed to the cold air. It felt empty, alone - something was missing. Beau looked up at ruby red eyes with an unspoken need for something he couldn’t name - for something he didn't even know. Within seconds, the being descended upon Beau ravenously, interspersing harsh bites and deep marks with deliberate kisses and teasing licks. Feather-light fingers plucked purposefully at delicate rosy peaks on his chest like harp strings, as more possessive fingers caressed his hips, his waist, and soon dipped lower over the swell of his body, pushing more firmly inside, to a deeper place the man was all too familiar with, given their numerous amorous encounters. Lost within the maelstrom of pleasure, Beau jolted sharply with a single touch, arching his back at the series of sharp twin stings along his inner thighs before an ever-rising rush of ecstasy melded with the pain, elevating his carnal desires to an even higher peak. The sensations were all too much and yet still not enough.

-

Smile - This one showed up 66 times! End/Ended - This one showed up 100+ times!

Fortunately, both showed up in the same scene, and that scene happens to be the only major context the Discord folks need in order to understand the premise of my paint drying fic. So here we are - the awkward, tense, yet hilarious conversation between Mike and Carlisle about a certain blonde girl and the meaning of friendship XD

[From Midnight Freefall - Apricity, Ch 14]

Satin - or perhaps, a slight shimmer. The sapphire tint shifted subtly, introducing a new dimension to the previously matte sensation. Either way, something had changed and something else would happen. The next change was one Mike could note with his bare eyes - the eerie stillness of the past few minutes finally broke. The doctor hadn't moved, but the threatening, baleful edge that mirrored his own sapphire's phantom cold had taken a different charge. Still so sharp, anticipatory, and inhuman... yet somehow neutral and vaguely familiar. ... “You are exactly as they described you.” ... Those words… they were familiar alright. “Edward, I take it?” Mike paused for a beat then continued. “And Elle too, I suppose.” The doctor quirked an eyebrow and allowed a small smile to form across his lips. “Edward has a lot to say about you and Eleanor seems to enjoy your company.” Mike was going to have a word with that suspicious guy before the night ended. “However, it was Rosalie that spoke to me at length about you.” “…Rose did?” “Yes, she did. Why are you surprised by that?” the doctor asked, looking him over again. Being on the receiving end of such scrutiny… though Mike didn’t feel on edge as he had earlier, that sangria gaze and deep voice still unsettled him, keeping him far off balance. He took a deep breath to regain his composure before responding. “Rose and I don’t interact too often outside of school-related matters.” “Interesting. She regularly corresponds with you. Do you not consider her a friend?” “A friend…” ‘Friend’ wasn’t the first word that came to mind. He and Rose worked well together in the few classes they shared. Group projects often had them meeting outside of school hours… and a few personal things probably got mentioned every now and then… and they did text each other random stuff… and there was her warning from that morning… Huh… maybe they were friends of a sort after all? “You’ve come to a realization.” This man wasn’t even trying to hide his true nature, was he? Of course not - there was no reason for him to do so. Not when Mike was the only one around to see or hear him. Hell, the vampire even sounded a bit amused by Mike’s confusion. “I didn’t think of it that way before, but I suppose we are. Friends, that is.” “I would agree, based on what Rosalie has told me.” Figures Mike would be subtly lectured about friendship by some ancient vampire he was meeting for the first time. Someone was clearly playing mad libs with his life.

#tag game #my tag games #find the word tag #mizuka's tag games #my writing #my excerpts #winter light excerpts

[kris-mage-fics]

5 Songs

**Share 5 songs related to your current WIPs (art or writing related)

**If you don't have a wip, you can share what you like about your top 5!

Tagged by @hellhoundmaggie. Thanks for tagging me! Though I feel bad it took so long to see the notification, then even longer to actually write this!

The wip I've been slowly chipping away at is for Shepherds of Haven. It's between Red and my MC, Kyrahlise (said Kira-lease), or as Red calls her, Kyrah. They went to a secret Mage school together during their teens – magic is outlawed, hence why the school is hidden. Kyrahlise and Red were friends for years then dated for several months before they graduated and went their separate ways. When they meet again years later in the game, those feelings start to get rekindled. It's based on the prompt: five times MC broke Red's heart, and one time they didn't. Please note: There are significant spoilers for the romance route between Red and an MC who’s his ex. As well as some minor spoilers for the Patreon Alpha build of the game. I put my answers under the cut in case you don’t want to get any spoilers. Fair warning, this is fucking long! Tagging: @kingdom-dance, @yuuugay, and @georgiedoesntfloat - please don't feel like you have to, there's no pressure or expectations here!

1. Hideaway by Kiesza Taking me higher than I've ever been before I'm holding it back, just want to shout out, give me more You're just a hideaway, you're just a feeling * * * * * * Baby, I love the way that there's nothing So baby, don't stop me Hideaway with me some more Hideaway with me some more

Kyrahlise knew Red was a player – they’d been really good friends for five years before they dated. She knew exactly what he was like, and how his ‘relationships’ never lasted more than a few weeks. So she was aware of what she was signing up for when she responded positively to him when he ‘suddenly’ started flirting with her. It wasn’t that she didn’t want more than a casual/physical relationship with him. She knew Red didn’t want anything else, so it didn’t even occur to her to hope for something deeper with him. Did she ever question why their relationship lasted months instead of weeks or why he never ended things with her before they graduated? Nope, girl was just enjoying the ride for as long as it lasted. (This is a very condensed version of the word-of-god canon way the MC felt about their teenage relationship with Red. For context with heavy spoilers, see this ask.)

2. Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley (Or any cover you prefer. Tbh I didn’t even know it was an Elvis song until recently – I thought the UB40 version was the original, lol.) Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be * * * * * * Take my hand Take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you

When Red finally pieced together that he’d had a low-key crush on Kyrah since they first met at 14, and started flirting with her to see if she was interested in him that way – well, it was so easy for him to fall in love. Factor in all of the qualities that made them such great friends, and the level of emotional intimacy between them that he didn’t have with anyone else he’d dated before – he couldn’t help falling in love with her. (Did he tell her this? No, because he was a dumbass who thought it was obvious he was in love with her.) Fast forward almost a decade with no contact between them. She shows up out of the blue, and she’s still the same Kyrah he was in love with all those years ago. Older, wiser, a little calmer, more confident, and somehow even hotter than when she was 20. So of course he can’t help but fall in love with her again when she treats him the same as before, and even flirts a little. (For more spoiler heavy context on how Red felt about his relationship with the MC, see this ask.)

3. Fragile by Laufey

It's been a year and 40 days Since you picked me up and swept me away I wanted to run with you into the midnight sun with you * * * * * * I’m missing you I shouldn't be I've lost all sensibility (ooooo) I've never been so fragile

When Kyrah left, Red was heartbroken. He thought their relationship could weather anything, but she ended things so casually and took off after graduation. Red was definitely fragile during that time where it still felt so raw. Not that he let anyone see how torn up he was about it for those first few months. Thankfully he got over the heartbreak, so it’s not like he carried around pain or resentment towards her for years. 4. The Loneliest Time by Carly Rae Jepsen ft. Rufus Wainwright

I'm comin' over tonight Knock on your door just like before I need that look in your eyes (Look in your eyes) 'Cause we've had the loneliest time (Loneliest time) I'm thinkin' all through the night (All through the night) I could be yours just like before Rewrite another try 'Cause we've had the loneliest time

Shortly after being reunited Red said to Kyrah: "It– almost feels as if a piece of me was missing all that time, and I didn't even realize it. And now it– you– are back again. And all feels right with the world." He may not be thinking about rekindling things right away, but it doesn't take him long for those feelings to start creeping back in. Though in my mind, it’s a lot more than missing their romantic relationship. They were really close friends for years before they dated. Despite how friendly Red is, he never had a lot of close friends. Losing one of the few friends he cherished was hard, and he missed Kyrah a lot. 5. Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift They said the end is comin' Everyone’s up to somethin' I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings Outside, they’re push and shovin' You're in the kitchen hummin' All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin' * * * * * * Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more" To you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it

Kyrahlise hates being seen as The Hero of Haven. She doesn’t regret the actions that earned her that title, because she wants to use her powers and skills to make the world a better and safer place. It doesn’t matter if people expect more from her than she can give because of her reputation. Or if they think the stories about her are exaggerated so they underestimate her. Either way she feels like a legend, a tool, or an idea when around people who don’t know her. But Red sees her. He was there for her when she was a traumatized 14 year old trying to heal from what happened on her 13th birthday. He was there when she was dealing with the culture shock of being raised by isolationist Elves, then spending a year trying to get by in a scary Norm city on her own, then thrust into a Mage school where she didn’t know anyone or the customs. And he was there for her after what happened in Heth Macoll and in Wallmire. Red knows who she is and doesn’t expect her to be some legend. He just wants to be with Kyrah, the woman. To her, Red feels like a safe haven.* *Pun unintentional, but it’s too good to change, lol!

#they were such idiots as teenagers! #i love them both tho #red antiqua #oc: kyrahlise niriviel #ask game #shepherds of haven #shoh #fanfic #fan fiction

[micamicster]

6, 11, 21? 🥭

Thank you for the mango my love 🥰 answers under the cut!

wip ask game!

6) Does this story have any twists? I don't know if I'd call them twists exactly, but I do think that the first chapter at least has a slow reveal of exactly how all of these characters know/relate to each other, and I think that reveal is very effective! But yea, by the time I got the foreshadowing obvious enough my sister could see it coming i don't think it's fair to call it a twist anymore haha

11) What scene are you most hyped for? Ooh that's a tricky question! I think that there's like an emotional/romantic scene in chapter 5 that I've been working on since like, the inception of this fic, that if I get it right is going to be really really good? I also really like the introduction to Jin Ling's pov at the end of the second chapter. I think his voice comes through really strong and I like what it does for the story structure having him show up there so yeah I'm hoping people will enjoy his intro! But tbh there's a lot of good scenes in the first chapter alone that I'm really looking forward to sharing <3

21) Share 3 songs that would belong on a playlist for this fic? Haha the perfect question for me! This is the first fic I've ever written where music is not, like, a central component of the story, so when I started writing I was like, who even am I anymore? So to compensate for that I've crafted an extensive writing playlist as if this fic was an insufferably indie 90s rom(com), and that's what I've pulled songs <3

Deathly - Aimee Mann (Now that I've met you, would you object to never seeing each other again? I can't afford to climb aboard you)

Downtown Train - Everything but the Girl cover of Tom Waits (Will I see you tonight? On a downtown train. Every night, every night is just the same.)

This Mess We're In - PJ Harvey (And I have seen the sunrise over the river, the freeway, reminds me of this mess we're in)

#thanks for asking! #wip ask game #while you were sleeping au

[asirensrage]

All of them! For the food asks/game LOL

but for what WIP?!! lol Okay, I'm going with "season 2" aka the sequel of Caught in the Crossfire because I know you're a fan of the first one.

🍔 Share a 1-2 sentence summary of your WIP

Michelle is finally getting used to being in this universe, but when Sam reappears from Hell different than when he left, she faces the fact that she hasn't adapted as much as she thought. Turns out being a Guardian has side effects and things are getting more dangerous than they're ready for.

🌭 Recommend another writer’s WIP post and tell us why we should reblog it!

This one. @sexy-skeleton wrote this fantastic Ted Lasso fic and it's just so heartwarming and cute. I think everyone should read it.

🍟 Share a GIF that represents your WIP

Hmm, for the sequel to Crossfire?

🌮 Recommend a writeblr who you admire and tell us what about them you admire

I have so many. @chickensarentcheap @booty-boggins @arrthurpendragon @cantfighthemoonknight @kingsmakers @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @kittenofdoomage @cherienymphe (basically any that I follow tbh there's too many to list).

The reason? Because all of these people are super talented and have been so kind to people in their replies, but also take no shit lol. They all make me want to be better. (also I watched The Invitation because of @cherienymphe posting about it and it was so good, I recommend it to everyone).

🍿 Share an out-of-context line from your WIP

“I didn’t mean to mislead you in the forest.” “In fairness, I was willing to be misled pretty easily,” Sam said, offering me a small smile.   “I meant what I said before, at Bobby’s, that I was trying to carve out a space that was safe here. I’m still trying.” “I know,” he said softly. “I just...I want to be a part of that. I want to be part of the things that make you feel safe here. I always have.”

🍩 Recommend a writeblr who is an all-around must-follow and tell us why you follow them

@starcrossedjedis. Like the others above, I find them to be incredibly talented, welcoming and badass lol.

🍪 Share a song or music video that represents your WIP

🧁 Recommend a writeblr who has taught you something new about writing and tell us what you learned from them

Listen. I know she's not technically a "writeblr" but it's @vixenofcourse. She got drawn in to be my beta and just through our conversations and watching her edit my work, I've learned a lot in pacing, plot ideas and how often I repeat words...lol.

🍭 Share a link to one of your recent WIP posts so we can give it some much deserved attention!

Here's a post I did for an idea I have called "Reality is Fictional". It's going to be fun...if I ever get to it lol.

🍫 Recommend another writer’s WIP and tell us why you love it

I'm behind on this fic I Don't Wanna Be Unfair by @passionatewrites but it's so good. The characterization is on point and I love the way Mackenzie fits in seamlessly. If you're a fan of Sons of Anarchy, check it out. Mackenzie is badass.

#fic: caught in the crossfire #wip asks #chickensarentcheap #asks

[warriorend]

Hey, how are you doing?

Oh, about the same as I have been tbh. playing a fair amount of video games at the moment (<- definitely has a WIP drawing he needs to work on) back-wise my uh. lump has been spasming. and that's been an annoyance but it's chilling out now. treatment surgery has been scheduled and we're working on ironing out the details

aside from that. i am Holding Up. got some art supplies, got some important emails sent out (aka "hey i'm not taking any classes in the spring semester. thanks"), smell & taste is still a bit fucked from being Ill but they're on their way back, etc etc

how have you been?

#absolute monster of a surgery. oh well. i'll live #also in much more minor events there's a cat on my desk and i'm tickling his back paws #much to his chagrin #also i got some dice that are like. coppery colors and i'm quite fond of them tbh

[hestiashand]

4, 5, 13 and 14 for the ask game :>

this ask game

4. favourite character/subject that’s a bitch to draw?

i answered this here as well, but hmm… i’ll also add yamato LOL he’s my fave character but i’ve only ever actually liked 1 or two drawings i’ve made of him out of every drawing/doodle LOL

5. estimate of how much art i post online vs what i keep to myself

hmmm.. i’m not suuuper picky of what i post online so long as it’s finished/i don’t plan to go back to it.. i wanna say maybe around 70/30 in favour of posting? mm maybe 60/40.. something around there. i don’t rlly post warm up doodles… i also don’t post any of my chainsaw man fanart anymore.. i don’t post my nsfw… things i’ve drawn for other ppl i dont always post, and i have a fair bit of OC stuff i haven’t posted actually, but tbh i might one day anyways :p other than that ofc i havent posted wips but i’m not counting those bc they’ll eventually be posted once theyre done.

13. an artist who you admire whose work isn’t really your thing?

hmm maybe hayashida q… i think the artwork in dorohedoro is actually incredible and very appealing, however i don’t *think* i really plan to read it. at least at this point i’m not very interested… i’m positive there’s others but i oftentimes wont tend to remember if i don’t actually have interest LOL

14. any favourite motifs?

oof… tbh i’m not particularly sure that my art specifically follows any common motifs. at least not anything super deep or prolific. uhm… i guess i really like drawing sns holding fingers :p that’s all i can think of for me LOL but maybe i’m just overlooking smth huge that i often do subconsciously… in others works though….. probably loneliness.. in the same breath connection— specially if between two lonely individuals LOL

#WAH i feel like my motif answer is silly but unfortunately i really cant think of if i tend to use a common motif in my art… #i probably do but just don’t realize it 🤔🤔 #also its so sooo evil that i can’t draw yamato well. theyre forbidding me from drawing him nonstop #scared of what i mightve created if given the fortune of being able to draw him well #ask and i shall answer #kyghostly #ur such a real one btw for always sending me asks :D you got my back fr 🤞🤞