#but good news is I'm making progress on one of my prompt fills!

[homeheroine]

Coffee Conundrum

authors note : I'm gonna make more of these for the rest of the boys when I get the motivation to lol. enjoy!

prompt : After the events of the movie, mutants are much more accepted by the people of NY. So much so that mutants and humans can (mostly) peacefully inhabit each other's worlds. One of those humans works at a coffee shop in the Hidden City that a certain purple turtle constantly orders from. But there is just something about the way this human barista makes his order that keeps him coming back for more.

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*sigh*. Donnie pinches his brow as he walks into the dimly lit cafe. It was early, too early. 4 am to be exact. His brothers decided it would be a wonderful idea for an all night, now all morning, skateboard tournament. It was very unfortunate that this tournament had to land on a day that Donnie planned to do some serious calculations for a project he was working on. Too bad the noise from brothers not only kept him from focusing but also kept him up all night. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit his nose. A nice black coffee is exactly what he needed. Maybe a certain barista was working this early as well. 

Donnie has been coming to this cafe for quite some time. Basically the moment it opened. He was looking for a new place since his old usual was unfortunately destroyed by the Krang. You were the first hire for the cafe. Honestly just  looking for a good excuse to see the Hidden City. Being able to work in it was perfect! When Donnie came to the cafe for the first time it was very dull and slow, not many people had been there and honestly he liked it. He liked the quietness of the undiscovered cafe and the coffee was pretty fantastic. He wasn't sure how you always made the coffee so good. Maybe it was the blend or even the machine, but whenever a different barista made his order it just wasn't the same. It was just black coffee! What could you be doing that made his order so great?

“Morning magenta.” You greet him, leaning over the counter. You had just started the first pot of coffee. 

“Haha. Hilarious.” He groans, “I’ll have you know its royal purple… and I’d like my usual.”

You smile, looking over his face before beginning his order. “Sure thing. You do look more tired than usual, which is pretty impressive.”

He snorts. “My less then intelligent brothers decided to keep me awake with their skateboarding antics.” He rubs the bridge of his nose attempting to pull the sleepiness from his drooping lids. “So now I am here.”

“Well thank you for your patronage, your royal purpleness.” You bow dramatically. He smiles a little at your antics, “Finally someone who understands.”

The cafe fills with the cozy ambience as you brew his order. Donnie looks around the shop while he waits. Everything seems the same. The same mismatched tables and chairs, the large worn reclining chair next to the book shelf, the freshly vacuumed rugs. All was how he remembered it, except for a curtain that covered an area diagonal to the counter. 

Curiosity made him itch. With a quick glance behind the counter, your back was turned waiting for an espresso shot to finish, he stealthy made his way over to the curtain. Grabbing the thin material, he prepared to rip it away when suddenly,

“That’s a work in progress.” 

“AH.” Donnie jumped back flailing his arms, landing in a sloppy ninja pose. 

You were standing right next to him holding his coffee in a purple ceramic mug. He quickly composed himself, returning to a normal stance. “*cough* Well, hm. Uh... is that my coffee?”

You handed the warm mug to him and stood there looking at him expectedly. 

He cocked a brow and looked at you confused, taking a sip of his coffee. It was just as good as he remembered. Closing his eyes he sighed in content. Letting the warm coffee melt the tension in his shoulders. 

You nodded, happy with his reaction and walked closer to the curtain. 

He blinked more confused now. “What?” 

“Oh nothing. Here let me show you our work in progress.” You grabbed the end of the curtain and walked to slide it completely open. Revealing a glass room. It had no door and kinda just sat on the side of building jutting out like a glass cabana. There were four large bean bags of all different colors in a circle facing a small coffee table in the middle. In the corners were two heat lambs facing inward. 

“We wanted to make an area from some of the more cold blooded mutants that come by since the cafe can get a little cold sometimes.” You elbowed him gently. “Do you like it?”

Donnie could see it already, sitting in the plush bean bags while sipping on his coffee, maybe with his headphones on or even with his laptop doing some work. 

“This... is... perfect!” He beamed at you. “Is there any way I can use it now?” 

“Hmm.” You thought about it for a moment, It could be good to have someone test it. “Sure, butttt I will be coming in and out to drop some stuff off... oh! and you need to leave the curtain open so other customers can see.”

“Deal.”

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It had been about two or three before customers started coming through. In that time Donnie had managed to get a lot of the work that he wanted to get done, done. Not only that but he was absolutely loving the glass room warmed by the heat lambs. He was even able to nap for a bit! The atmosphere was perfect for him to work and enjoy the solitude before he had to go back to his brothers. Hopefully their excursions would have tired them out for the day and he could go home to a sleeping household. When he woke, the cafe was a little busier but not too much. It looked like it had just come down from its usual morning business. How long was he asleep?

He groaned, lifting his back from his sloughed position on the beanbag. He looked over to the counter and his eyes were immediately drawn to you. You were talking to one of your coworkers while you plated a pasty order. Donnie grabbed his empty mug from the coffee table just as you dinged the bell on the counter and called out the order’s name. As he walked up to the counter he overheard the compliment the mutant gave to you when they grabbed their order. 

“Thank you, we always love your sweet unique touches to the orders. I’m not sure how you knew that my son would have liked the strawberry cake more than the peach danish but I thank you! This cake always makes him so happy!” The mutant smiled and gestured to her son at a small table behind her. “Your intuition with the customers is very good.” You both share a laugh and you thank her as she walks back to her son who cheers when he sees the cake. Your coworker turns to you and makes a teasing smile. “Yeah your customer intuition, you little psychic.” You scowl at them in a friendly manner. “Maybe I’m just good at my job... unlike you.” “Hey!” Both of you laugh with each other as Donnie walks up. He starts to open his mouth to speak when, 

“Lemme guess. You want Y/N to make your coffee right?” Your coworker turns to him, “they’re your personal barista huh?”

“Piss off Laney, he's just got good taste is all.” You say swatting playfully at them. “What can I do for you Donnie.” You ask, while you lean your crossed arms on the counter. 

“He is correct. Indeed I do wish for you to brew my beverage.” He says looking down at you. “Also the new space you have created is very pleasant. I’m sure many of your patrons would enjoy it.”

You gave him a teasing smile, “I didn't need you to tell me you liked it. I could tell by the fact that you passed out in one of the beanbags.” 

He stiffened up at your comment, embarrassed. “Yes well... ahem... it was as advertised. Cozy and quiet.” 

Your smile grows, happy you can get such reactions out of the genius Othello Von Ryan. “Lemme get that coffee going for ya.” 

Walking over to the coffee station you begin your usual process for his order. He follows you over to the station on the opposite side of the counter. Donnie thinks to himself, customer intuition, huh?

“Hey, by the way, how do you make my coffee?” 

You peer up at him, looking very seriously. “You’re asking for the secret? Do you think you can handle the responsibility of such information?” You question him.

He nods his face turning serious too, suddenly very intrigued by the answer. “I’m an archive of secrets.”

“Well...... the secret is... love.” You bat your eyelashes at him sarcastically. 

His face falls from intrigue to annoyance. You burst out laughing. “I really got you good Von Ryan! Ha!” You clutch the edge of the counter and wipe a tear from your eye as you start an espresso shot. 

“You are just as insufferable as my brother Leo.” He sighs.

“He sounds like a blast then.” You smirk at him while he stares at you with an annoyed grimace. 

“OK ok. I’ll tell you, for real this time.” Donnie perks up again, his intrigue returning. You return to your work while you explain your process. “Well I know you are high maintenance” you joke, “so I dont give you the coffee from the pot, rather I make a cup of drip coffee so it’s fresh.” 

Donnie rolls his eyes at your comment. “I’m not high maintenance, I just like quality.”

You return to your work, ignoring him, and gesture to a jar with some bright green leaves in it. “These are mint leaves, before I pour the drip coffee, I take a tea steep and put a few of the leafs inside of it. Then when the coffee is finished I’ll pour the coffee in and steep the leafs in the coffee.”

“Mint leafs?” Donnie questions. “I never would have guessed, why mint leaves?” 

“Mint leaves add a freshness to the coffee, making the taste a little brighter. It’s also great for helping clear the mind. Supposedly.” Donnie hums and watches as you steep the mint leaves in the coffee. “Now there is a final touch that I like to add, its something i do with my own coffee.” You reach under the counter and grab a small jar.

“What’s that?”

“Salt.” You say flatly.

“Salt!?” Donnie gasps. “You put salt in your coffee??”

“Yes, and in your coffee too!” You say defensively. “It’s good! A pinch of salt will take away the bitter aftertaste of the coffee.” Donnie grimaces a little. “Well you seem to like it. You seem to like it a lot!”

You sprinkle a pinch of salt into the coffee and remove the steep. You pour the concoction into a purple mug that you grab from the shelf behind you. Donnie watches you as you clean the coffee runs on the side of the mug and place a mint leaf floating on top. You place the mug on the counter in front of him. You look deeply into his eyes again. “Now you know my terrible secret, you must promise to never tell a soul for they will judge you. Harshly.”

Donnie cracks a smile at your antics. He picks up the mug and takes an apprehensive sip. He sighs dreamily. It’s the same cup you always made for him. “I will admit, you do brew a good cup of joe.”

You bow. “My humble craft.”

He stares into the liquid, now that his coffee conundrum was answered he realized he still had one more question to ask. “Why do you make it like this? Why when I asked the first time I came here for a black coffee did you make this salty mint concoction?” He questioned, clutching the mug.

You paused, your usually playful demeanor being replaced by a new one. One a little sheepish? “Well, the first time you came you seemed exhausted, like you really needed a pick me up.” you looked away and rubbed the back of your neck. “My mom would make this for me whenever I needed one and it always seemed to lift my spirits. I just wanted to... to lift your spirits too.” There was a long pause. Donnie smiled at your confession, you avoided eye contact. “Plus you're one of our best customers. At the time of our opening I think all of New York needed a pick me up because of the Krang. You were one of the first people to visit us and the pointers you gave us about popular improvements and the analytical business practice really helped us out. Now look at this place! We have more customers than ever and I can make weird coffee for the Hidden City.”

He’s not sure if it’s the coffee that was warming his face or something else as he listens to your confessions. The comments he made were just offhanded, he hadn't actually meant to make a difference, he was just doing his usual Donnie thing. His brothers hated when he did that, they never listened. But you did... you listened to his analytical rambling. You actually took his advice and it helped! He was stunned, flattered even. 

You spoke more about how his frequent visits and helpful comments actually grew business for the cafe. And with each specific comment you referenced the more the blush on his face grew.

The ring of the front door dragged away both of your attentions. 

“I should.. I should go now. Gotta do my job haha...” you laughed awkwardly after realizing you talked his ear off about how great he was. “You can have that coffee on the house by the way. It’s the least we can do.”

He snapped his attention back to you again, attempting to recover from his flusteredness. “Oh.. ha, thanks.”

“I’ll see you later then, Von Ryan.” You smile and wink at him.

“F-for sure.” 

Donnie headed to the door and looked over his shoulder at you just before leaving. You gave him a bright smile and waved. He waved back. 

Maybe it wasn't just the coffee that was warming his heart.

#rise donnie x reader #donatello x reader #donatello hamato #tmnt oneshot #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2018 #tmnt 2018 #donnie x y/n #rise donatello #rise donnie

[drdemonprince]

A bit late to the party and a tad bit longer than planned(sorry), but I dream of programming my own living sex toy.

We would be roommates, my flat (that's the most unrealistic thing about the scenario right here lol) that I rent very cheap near a college so I can pick the hottest person applying, ideally a new student so no family or friends here. Once they move in I slowly start manipulating them. Playing hypno audios when they sleep, putting light aphrodisiacs in their food, gaslighting them on progressively bigger things to get them relying on me more and more.

I want to pretend to be their friend and have long talks where I slowly convince them that their family is abusive and they should cut contact. It would be easy considering I am already blasting them on many other fronts and at that point they would be too stressed trying to keep up with college, while becoming too dumb and horny to offer much resistance. I hope they do though just so I can stop the argument via hypnotically dropping them and leaving them more untethered and confused than before. I actually want them to freak out while we fuck so I can stop, keep my cock in them and see how the ,by then intense, programming slowly pulls them under again and they start rocking into it. Actively see the fight disappear.

Once it is in deep the actual toy part begins. I want to programm certain settings into it so via simple triggers I can have it switch between modes. Sometimes I would want an actual doll, no ability to move themselves, sometimes a puppy desperate to be filled, maybe even allow it some higher function back so I can have it work when I don't need it.

The power of having someone utterly under my control is the obvious kink here but far hotter to me would be the knowledge that it was involuntary and that I programmed it. The ensuing sex isn't the main focus. I would want the toy to respond like it's enjoyable, seeing it in pain sparks no joy, the hotness comes from knowing it only enjoys it because I programmed it like that.

That's why I want to be able to sometimes "reset" it only to pull it down again. That moment in it's eyes when it glides into trance would be the hottest thing ever. I would always want it to feel pleasure, the catch being that the pleasure wouldn't be there without my programming. Also the thought of a hypersensitive toy coming simply from pleasuring me or me telling it to come is hot.

This is also why I won't look for a CNC partner for now. Having an actual human involved that could resist and judge takes away a lot of the appeal. My main source of shame isn't wanting to corrupt, it's wanting to have an actual human following my every command and order instead of having a partner I share equal responsibility with and of whom I take care when they need it (instead of putting a dildo in them and storing them away when useful). That said I actually want that equal living together too, I would just not have sex with that person, because vanilla sex holds no appeal to me and I actually do care about consent IRL.

Sadly I have a hard time finding good hentai or comics where the main focus is the corruption itself not the fucking afterwards but I make do.

Anyways, thanks for letting us share these things. Some of the other asks that were sent in were incredibly hot and it was nice actually writing my fantasies down for the first time and claiming them as mine, not just a fic I wrote as a prompt.

ANON YOU ARE KILLING ME THIS IS THE HOTTEST SHIT EVER. this is one of my top fantasies. and largely what some of my favorite hypno erotica that i've written is about. i wanna live this scenario for real. this is why i'm saving for an early retirement dog. so i can be someone's brainwashed live in hole. hit me up when you are emotionally prepared to be a 24/7 sadistic owner for real

okay. im gonna compose myself. thank you for sharing. but seriously call me

[v3nusxsky]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR3KCxW4/

Think you can do this also can in not be tedros. Also can it be like female reader and lesso were already dating

Have a nice day plz

Don't leave me

*Authors note~ I think this TikTok idea is such a good way of spreading awareness of these topics

Trigger warnings~ sexual assault

Prompt~ see ask^^^

Your girlfriend was known to be busy. It was no surprise really that during school days the most you saw of her was at the end of the day. You didn't mind too much, you filled the time with other things you enjoyed, spending some time with Sophie and Agatha, in the library or studying. You were never short of things to do which helped make the time fly. You always looked forward to coming back to snuggle in bed with your girlfriend. Being the librarian for The Schools For Good And Evil definitely had perks, you knew that above all else Leonora would keep you safe and well.

Recently, Leonora had been extremely busy, her Never students causing more issues than Lesso would've liked. After all since the merge the students had to learn new boundaries it made punishments and rules all need to be changed too. Most of that didn't really affect you in the slightest but the fact it was stressing your Leo out made it something you desired to change for her.

It was late one Friday evening as you were getting ready to leave the library when you noticed a student enter. Noticing the uniform, you knew it was a never and the thought of turning them away and ruining what looked to be like some progress you just pottered around letting the student explore what was most likely somewhere they've never been to. You couldn't way to go and tell your girlfriend one of her students was actually in the library. If only you knew. The teen made their way over to you. Of course you thought they were going to ask for help to find someone, that's the logical reason that anyone would assume.

****************Trigger warning*****************

He came out of nowhere, catching you completely off guard. You were powerless against this hooded figure, since when did they put a hood up? They physically overpowered you and you truly didn't know what you could do to get away from the body. Your body shook with fear but adrenaline began to kick in as his hands wondered over your clothed body. They had no interest in your face, truly just out for your body, so much so that they continued to try and turn your head away from them. That's how you got away.

Just as he was about to removed your top you lifted your knee to his Crown Jewels and took the opportunity to run to your safety. Your lungs constricted painfully as your body struggled to achieve a normal breathing rate. You continued to run away from the library until you ran straight to your girlfriends office.

****************Trigger warnings****************

Immediately as soon as you entered the office you collided with a warm body and the panic settled in. "Sweetheart? What's going on?" Lesso murmured confused. "He tried- tried to- to touch me" you sobbed out in a panic, struggling for air. Without batting an eye lid she muttered, "I'll kill him!" The angsty flaring in her now darkened irises. "No, no! Please don't go! Don't go, don't leave me!" You sobbed collapsing against her body, clinging to her as if your life depended on it. "Shhh sweetheart, I'm here. I won't leave. I'm here and your safe. I won't let anything happen to you. Can you breathe with me love?"

It took time but you eventually calmed down in her arms, exhaustion taking over your body as you snuggled closer to your safe place. Just as you were about to give in to sleep, you heard your girlfriend murmur, "I don't know who he is but I'll find him sweetheart and I'll kill him. No one hurts my precious girl and loves to tell the tale to anyone.  Leonora would make side of that without a doubt.

Word count~695

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso x you #leonora lesso x reader #dean of evil #anon request

[elvenbeard]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Yes I'm actually doing this on a Wednesday wooo :D

I just went back through all my tags of the last month and man, you guys ;__; <3 I'm not good at keeping up with tumblr atm and I don't have something to share every week, so I think once a month a WIP Wednesday might be a good compromise XD Thank you for all the tags!!

@theviridianbunny @dreamskug @ouroboros-hideout @lokiina @therealnightcity @chevvy-yates tagging you all right back!

So, with that off of my list of works in progress, as is answering all the tag games and quizzes, some projects I'm working on atm:

Writing: Love is stored in the olive jar (WT) - Chapter 13

It's done, but still needs a lot of editing, as it got very heavy on dialogue in the end and I want it all to flow more nicely and make it a bit more scenic XD Too many instances of "she looked up again" or "he paused for a moment/second" xD But I'm getting there! Here's a snippet from the already somewhat polished beginning:

“Alright,” Fuentes said as she finally caught her breath again, “I suggest we cut straight to the chase.” “Yes,” V nodded, “Thank you again for taking the time.” “Of course,” Fuentes nodded, “I have to admit, I have been thinking about you and your case a lot these past days. Even with the limited knowledge I have so far, I still believe I may be able to help. If you are willing now to tell me more about your condition now, of course.” ‘Willing’ wasn’t the word V would use, it was more a necessity at this point. “I will,” he said, “But only if you can provide me with a certain level of security.” Fuentes shifted in her chair slightly and frowned, then she opened one of the drawers of her desk and pulled out a tablet. She turned it on and began to search for something on it while maintaining eye contact with V as best as she managed. “You’ve come here today as my patient. As far as I’m concerned, everything, anything that we discuss, falls under the doctor-patient confidentiality. My contract with the Little China MedCenter binds me to treat your data and information with utmost care and discretion. All data we store is locked away securely, all in accordance with your Trauma Team policy. I can resend you the patient information papers and contracts, although I think most of them you should already have…” “I care less about the MedCenter than about what you personally do with the information I’m going to give you,” V said, and Fuentes stopped her search, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I’m not sure what you’re alluding to,” she said, still polite, but significantly more tense than before. “Nothing,” V shook his head carefully, “This is just not something I tell random strangers on the street… no offense, of course. If I have to play with open cards, I need you to as well.”

In which Vince hates doctors but has to trust one now, boo XD

Writing: Some drabbles :3

Inbetween the longfic I still have some ask prompt drabbles to fill that I'm looking forward to tackling soon! And in a sudden burst of inspiration I wrote out a long although not very serious convo between Vince and Johnny the other day xD I'd love to turn it into a (VP) comic maybe, but I'm not sure yet XD

Art: Nothing new since last time, slowly chipping away at some bigger projects inbetween

VP: Currently no concrete plans for a bigger project

Although I wanna do more "days in the life" for Vince!! And I wanna play around more with some poses though and have a very soft set to share that I gotta edit a bit still ;_; Tomorrow probably!

Also, I'd like to turn the interface thingies from my recent "V as NPC" projects into shareable templates, that is also on my wip/ to-do list! Just wanna gather some in-game reference shots first :D

Modding: 👀👀👀

I'm working on a little something maybe, and I'm so excited :DDD Just gotta relearn how to do Archive XL, it's been half a year xD And I fought MLSetup Builder so fucking hard, but now I know how to edit MLMask Setups, so that's a victory at least XD And I have a base for a very kitschy coat :3

But yes, so much to that so far! See you again in a month or so probably with an ever-growing pile of wips xD But maybe some more writing, maybe some more art, and maybe a finished mod after too long 👀

#wip wednesday #personal stuff

[atiyasnake]

Yall, I gotta ask, exactly just how normal is it for you for stories to be on your mind 24/7?

Like for me, it what I think about always. I'm thinking about this fic, that fic, and a possible new fic. I'm thinking about a prompt or rough outline I created a doc for almost 2 years ago or 2 weeks ago.

I'm thinking about what the next chapter is about or how I want the plot to progress. Or that one moment I've been gnawing on like a dog with a bone.

I drive to work and while making sure it's safe to switch lanes, I think about how X character will deal with the next situation I'll put them in.

In-between work phone calls and tasks, I'm itching to open my doc and write a few lines. Reread my outline, maybe rewrite a draft. Even though I only have access to them on my phone and I can't type on that, cause it honest to God has caused me pain in my hands and -like I said- I'm at work.

Even right now, I'm at work. It's an hour until we close and I'm the only one working the front desk hoping no one calls cause I've having a good time daydreaming about how I want one of my stories to go.

In my jumbled up mess inside my head, I'm twisting and turning around all the components of a story. What POV will it be, how the dialogue will go, and what is the next thing I need to write? I'm switching bullet points and little snippets of notes I've written on a sticky note or typed on my phone.

I'm trying to piece it all together into something I can and want to write. It's all I think about.

It's not just fanfiction either. I have my own original stuff. Stories I'd love to write, would love to read.

I think about rewriting short stories I've written in writing club in my notebook or typed up on my computer. I imagine scenarios to put characters I haven't even created in.

I don't know their names or the color of their eyes, but I know they'll fight with a smile and blood staining their teeth. I'll know that their friend will run their fingers through their hair. I'll know that they don't like it when people yell and are bad at cooking.

When I go to sleep, I would basically tell myself a story. It used to just be scenarios with some unknown character, but now it is filled with my brainstorming, wondering how things could go in my stories.

Especially my fics, since those are stories I know people actually read. It's crazy to think about.

There's a person, more than one, who read something I wrote. Who decided they liked it and would like to continue reading. It's absolutely mind boggling to even think of one, nevermind a dozen, a hundred, a thousand people have read something I wrote.

I think about them.

I wonder what they think of the words I strung together. What image comes into their head when they read them? I wonder what my words have made them feel.

I honestly can't describe just how much stories mean to me. I think about them all the time. From the moment I wake up till the moment I go to bed.

They're all I ever think about.

I don't know how someone can talk to me about stories without feeling as if their chest was about to burst. As if they're scrambling to find the proper words and could only yell and shake their hands with how it makes them feel.

How can you not want to scream, laugh, and cry when you think about stories and all that they are, all that they could be?

How can I just go on about my day knowing I have access to thousands of stories, am sharing a few of my own, but also will never know thousands of other ones that have yet to be created?

I honestly think I live for stories. Whether it was to read them, write them, or just think about them. I think they might be one of the reasons I'm still alive today.

Which funnily enough, is a story of its own.

#i am having a *moment* on clocked time #existential crisis #???? #and getting paid #wonderful combo #but like seriously how do you not think about this every waking moment of every day #someone please tell me #thats not even including art and snippets of images of stories that flash in my head #tho im better with words than drawing #BUT GOD DO SOME OF THESE SNIPPETS HIT #Atiya writes

[thotpuppy]

WIP Tag Game!

tagged by @dear-massacre ! AND @whimsicalmeerkat! WHIL i was writing my post lolol

This is sorta smth i track regularly? but i have it all sorted by word count akdgjkajdg it's part of my progress tracker server w some friends. Adding words is the easiest way to track 'working on a project' so that's what i do! I also have a (separate) doc in my drive folder that tracks just, general prompts, so when i have ideas i slap them in there.

Current (Teen Wolf) WIPs:

TriReign: Shepherd, Lamb, Wolf: small outline, chapters 1-4 complete, 5 wip - 16,575 - Sterek, Medieval Fantasy, Arranged Marriage, Omegaverse, Political Drama, Sex and Politics, Duty and Honor and Subterfuge, etc. my current current current WIP. Baseball AU: Collab? outline - 331. MOSTLY this is just. a Roster and some thoughts about a general plot concept. I want to illustrate this but i can't do a comic. It's also a Sterek concept. FratBoi Stiles x RA!Derek: 52 - this is just straight up a PWP with the prompt borrowed from a TWT moot that ive been meaning to work on for ages and just haven't yet. Higher Education 2: 2,821 Sciles, trans!Stiles, post-canon college AU. Also PWP, but also my gross unhygenic sloppy AU kinda. it's just. its grossnasty wet n sloppy porn. i wanted to finish this and then write a Third part for Sciles week this year and i didn't. whoops There's a Werewolf Tradition for That: 72 - Sterek didn't know they were dating AU. Alive!Hales but Werewolves are still a secret. Stiles and Derek are good friends and roommates, they're both idiots pining for each other, and out of the blue Derek's Mom sends them a formal invitation to celebrate their engagement. Stiles doesn't even know Derek's a werewolf. total ROMCOM, kinda inspired by My Big Fat Greek Wedding, but only in Vibes. Lone Wolf Wild West AU: Chapters 1, 2 posted, not outline - 3,670. Sterek, Lone Ranger!Derek, son of the sheriff Stiles. Mystery, adventure, romance. I miss cowboy...

Somewhere in here I will also put my Collabang fic and any other events i sign up for, because I'm gonna have to pause my major WIPs to work on them lol

1920's Mafia AU: Outline only - 1313 - Stiles is a city detective, the sheriff is the Police Commissioner, this takes place in Los Angeles. There are tunnels running all through the city, albeit underneath (real). There's been an uptick in gang activity lately. Stiles secretly 'runs' by which i mean, owns and protect, but isn't involved in Actually Running, an underground speakeasy in the heart of the city. He doesn't let any gangs runs their trouble on his turf. Until one day, a Hale is shot by an Argent right outside his doors. Sterek SuperBat ComicCon MeetCute: WIP One Shot - 1,049 Inspired by MultiE's art. nerd x nerd solidarity Sciles Ancient Greece AU: 192 - this is a friggin poem and is probably gonna stay a poem. New! Sex For Work: Parts 1, 2, 3, 4 - 23,228. Part 5? Sterek BDSM CEO x Personal Assistant AU. Originally intended to be kinky prompt fill series but Caught Plot. I meant to rewrite it last month to convert it into a standalone story, but uhhhh didn't. I DID do reformatting though. I just need to get writing on it again, but i tend to be kinda singleminded.

Other Fandom WIPs:

Big Blue Boyscout: 47 - Superman x Nightwing, xenophilia fic. "He's Big and Blue in more ways than one..." Bruce Wayne Visits Smallville: 685 - I got distracted while bingeing smallville for the first time and haven't gone back, but this was just supposed to be a one shot but my outline grew legs DP/YJ Crossover: 220 - this is more of a concept than a real specific fic, but i REALLY like comparing danny phantom to specifically the young justice animated series, and i wanted to try and come up with a cohesive clone comparison plot, rather than just making it a lil joke. Maybe it'll be Danny x Conner because himbo tee shirt conner is my baby boy baby boy Not So Blushing, Not So Virgin: 40 - SuperBat role reversal where everyone expects clark to be this sweet inexperienced things and then he absolutely blows bruce's back out.

Hiatus Projects:

Universal Law of Gravitation: Chapter 1 WIP, significant outline - 3,080 - Sterek Lifetime fic. I wrote out this huge long super comprehensive timeline and got super caught up in it. It's supposed to be about how, despite their best efforts, Stiles and Derek just can't stay apart, so there are a ton of messy breakups and fights in between. I just never put together an actual proper Plot, so when i started writing it, i got SUPER bored. It has a playlist! and i made a bunch of pseudo-science chapter titles hehe A Fever You Can't Sweat Out: Chapter 1 posted, Chapter 2 WIP, significant outline - 9,911 - Sterek, Marrish, Scallison, post-canon AU, surprise mpreg! Similarly to ULG, i wrote out a huge big timeline and outline and got super nitty gritty into the details, but literally Chapter One i went Off Track and it just killed my motivation. It's HUGELY ensemble, and i picked out jobs and hobbies for like 12 people to all live in a big ol estate together. It also suffered from "world building but no plot", but i DID try to make a plot, it just. wasn't good haha. The entire concept is, Lydia gets pregnant which makes Allison baby crazy so she gets pregnant and Stiles wants a baby so, so bad, but he's dating dating/married to Derek and therefore would have to adopt or something, but he wants it so bad he magics himself up a contraception.

Prompts!

Derek is moody, Stiles teases him about the fact he like, never smiles. Kisses him on a whim to get a rise out of him. And then proceeds to have a existential crisis after because "oh shit did he just kiss DEREK".

Werewolf!Stiles’ Pavlovian Pleasure Response to Scott’s Click (iykwim)

Stiles x Jeep crack smut oneshot

Post Nogi stiles is having trouble feeling like himself again. he feels a sharp disconnect with his Self that he didn't used to have, like he's lost touch with his humanity. He needs someone to remind him how it feels to be human.

unspecified/platonic - In this kind of weather, it makes more sense to stay inside. Or rather, stay inside somewhere else. Stiles sets up shop in a bookstore's cafe to while away the time warm espresso, a good book, and his own company. Until Someone/Something Else comes knocking.

Supernatural Boarding school (circa 2005-2009 role-play forum vibes)

Bastard Prince Jackson and Freedom Fighter Stiles (see doc)

Stiles’ mythology professor bites off more than either can chew - The Great Beacon Hills Custody Battle

“Teenage Dirtbag” Loser!Stiles Sterek fic

all of my prompts literally only exist in a single document where i put Ideas i like adkgjakjg everything in wips has a dedicated doc, but most of them dont have much written yet.

There's also 1 absent prompt here that im now saving for the collabang so ive omitted it from my counts because its technically a wordcount of 0 until i get to start working w my artist (:

no pressure tags! @renmackree @lavender-lotion @like-lazarus @geekmom13 @endwersed

#my writing #ugh my wip pile is ever growing.........

[lulamadison]

Lawrusso, 150 “Stop distracting me.”

Thank you so much for sending me this prompt.

This one is the longest response to any of the 150 prompts I've filled before, so I hope you enjoy it 😀

PROMPT 150 - Stop Distracting me

“Johnny, stop!” Daniel said, as he squirmed away and raised a hand to his ear.

“What?” Johnny asked, putting on that mock innocent face that he always pulled when he knew exactly what he'd done wrong.

“Oh god. It's so wet it feels like you drooled in there,” Daniel said, as he stuck a finger in his ear.

“You're so hot you make me drool,” Johnny replied, as he sat on the edge of the desk, then he grinned and added, “And not just from my mouth.”

“Will you stop!” Daniel hissed, as he moved across the office and made sure the door was securely closed.

“Hey, I'm not the one who started something he couldn't finish this morning,” Johnny said, accusingly.

“Yeah, but you were the one who got in the shower with me when you knew I was in a hurry,” Daniel said. “If you've got blue balls, you've only got yourself to blame.”

“Whatever,” Johnny replied as he shifted on the desk.

“Why didn't you just finish off yourself?” Daniel asked.

“It's not the same without you,” Johnny said with a shrug, then he quietly added, “I missed you.”

Daniel let out a sigh.

He had a full afternoon of meetings ahead of him, but something about the way Johnny had spoken gave him pause.

Johnny had never said much about what was happening between them. They'd never discussed where it was heading, or how they felt about each other.

After the divorce they'd started hanging out more, sometimes at Miyagi-Do and sometimes at Johnny's apartment.

When they'd fallen into bed one drunken night it just seemed a natural progression of the time they were spending together, and they didn't talk about it the next morning.

Daniel had expected to wake and find Johnny in some kind of existential masculinity crisis, but instead he was sat at the table in a dirty grey bathrobe with milk dribbled down the front of it.

“You want cereal?” Johnny asked, as he pointed at his own bowl.

“Sure,” Daniel replied.

Johnny pushed the box towards him, then added, “The milk's on the turn so try not to breathe when you eat.”

It was just sex at first.

They never talked about anything.

They talked, but about anything other than themselves.

Karate. 80s movies. Music.

In many ways Daniel found it frustrating, especially since lately he'd found himself starting to feel things for Johnny and he wasn't sure those feelings were reciprocated.

He'd come to realise that he was falling in love with Johnny, maybe had always been in love with him on some level, but he had no idea how Johnny felt.

Hearing Johnny say that he missed him was the closest he'd come to actually admitting he had feelings about Daniel.

“I'll be finished at 6pm,” Daniel said with a soft smile. “I'll grab pizza on the way home, OK?”

“Pizza?” Johnny asked, suddenly perking up. “What kind of pizza?”

“I'm thinking a large Mighty Meat from Tinders,” Daniel said. “Maybe some cheese garlic sticks too for later.”

“Shit, man,” Johnny replied, as he climbed off the desk. “I'm going to start drooling again.”

Daniel grinned. “If you're a good boy and let me get on with work I'll bring you a six pack of Banquet too.”

“OK, I'll see you later,” Johnny headed towards the door, then he paused, and looked back with a grin. “I'm already looking forward to your large Mighty Meat.”

Daniel laughed and waved a hand, as he said, “Get out of here.”

*

It was two hours later and Daniel was in a meeting with one of the dealerships biggest clients. The guy was a stickler for detail and drove a hard bargain, but he owned one of the biggest luxury shuttle services in the valley, and he always needed new cars.

“So,” Daniel said, as he pointed at the numbers on the screen. “As you can see, this is a great deal on the vehicles you need.”

Daniel's phone vibrated on the desk.

He glanced down at and saw Johnny's name pop up on the lock screen notifications, and the text under it read, “I'm bored already.”

Daniel cleared his throat and said, “We can do you a great deal on the latest Audi-”

The phone vibrated again and another message appeared.

“Sure you can't get off work early?”

Daniel continued, “I know you don't like to wait, so I'm certain we can supply them much faster than any other dealership in the valley.”

The phone vibrated again.

“Are you sure you don't need to answer that?” the client asked with a note of disapproval in his voice, his eyes narrowing. “It must be an emergency if someone's texting you while you're in a meeting.”

“No, no,” Daniel lied. “It's fine.”

The phone vibrated again and a picture of Johnny's dick appeared on the screen.

The client leaned over, almost as if he'd seen a glimpse of the picture, and Daniel grabbed the phone off the desk.

“Just let me...” he said as he tried to swipe the picture off the screen.

It vibrated again and another picture arrived. This time a close up that at any other time would have had Daniel dropping everything he was doing to race home.

He opened the drawer and flung the phone into it with a clatter, then slammed it shut.

“Well,” Daniel said, breathing a sigh of relief as he tented his fingers together. “Where were we?”

Daniel grimaced as the phone vibrated in the drawer, knocking against the hollow wood, sounding twice as loud as it did when it was sitting on the desk.

*

After the client left, thankfully leaving Daniel with a signed contract for several cars, he fished his phone out of the drawer, brought Johnny's name up on contacts and hit the dial button.

“You asshole!” Daniel snapped, the second Johnny answered.

“Uh, no. I only sent you dick pics,” Johnny replied. “I can send you a picture of my asshole if you want.”

“Don't you dare!” Daniel shrieked, as he heard the sound of Johnny unzipping his pants on the other end of the line.

“OK, your loss,” Johnny said.

“You realise that you've forfeited your six pack of beer, right?” Daniel said. “I told you I was only bringing you that if you behaved.”

“It's OK,” Johnny replied.

Daniel heard the sound of him walking across the floor, then something opened.

Daniel let out a sigh as a picture of two 6 packs sitting in Johnny's refrigerator appeared on the screen.

“I've got plenty of beer,” Johnny said.

There was going to be no controlling him now.

*

Daniel arrived at Johnny's at 6, as promised, with a pizza, cheese garlic sticks, and a stack of paperwork.

“Oh, whatttt,” Johnny groaned, as Daniel put the papers on the table. “You said we were gonna have pizza and fool around.”

“We can still do that,” Daniel replied. “I'll go over this paperwork while I'm eating my pizza.”

“It's not the same and you know it,” Johnny grumbled as he folded his arms. “What if I wanted to to talk to you while we eat? What if I had a shitty day and I wanted to discuss it with you over pizza?”

“You had a shitty day?” Daniel asked, as he opened the box and started dishing slices onto plates. “What happened?”

“OK,” Johnny said, as he grabbed a slice of pizza. “This guy I've been banging keeps ignoring my texts. How shitty is that, huh?”

Daniel let out a sigh. “I wasn't ignoring your texts. I was in a meeting and you were sending pictures of your dick to me!”

“Yeah, but you didn't read them,” Johnny replied. “So technically that's ignoring me.”

“The phone was on my desk, Johnny,” Daniel said. “Peterson is one of our biggest clients and I'm pretty sure he caught a glimpse of the first picture.”

“Oh yeah?” Johnny asked, an amused grin on his face. “Did my wang close the deal for you?”

“I closed the deal,” Daniel said.

“How many cars was he supposed to buy?” Johnny asked.

“Ten,” Daniel replied. “He needed ten new Audi's with all the upgrades.”

“And how many did he end up buying?” Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Twelve,” Daniel replied through gritted teeth.

“Yeah,” Johnny said with a grin, then took a bite of his pizza. “My wang closed the deal.”

*

Fifteen minutes later and Daniel was still on the first page of the contract.

Johnny would not leave him alone.

He was quiet at first while he ate, but as soon as the pizza was gone he kept bugging Daniel with pointless questions.

“Hey,” Johnny asked, as he sat on the threadbare couch. “Why do you think Reseda is named Reseda?”

“It's named after a plant that grew here,” Daniel replied, not looking up from the contract.

“Wow, that's dull,” Johnny replied. He was quite for a moment, then asked, “So why is Encino named Encino?”

“It's named after the Oak tree that grew there,” Daniel replied.

“Also dull,” Johnny replied. “So why do people name parts of the valley after plants?”

“I don't know, Johnny,” Daniel sighed.

“It's dumb,” Johnny replied. “I mean they named the lake after Rocky, so why did they name everywhere else after plants?”

“Wait,” Daniel asked, looking up. “You think Lake Balboa was named after Rocky Balboa?”

“Well, yeah,” Johnny replied. “Why else would they name it that?”

“But... you grew up in the Valley,” Daniel asked. “You must know that the lake was called Balboa before the film Rocky even came out in 1976, right?”

Johnny shrugged. “I always figured it was named after the real Rocky Balboa.”

“The real....” Daniel gasped. “You thought Rocky was real? Like based on a real guy?”

“Well, yeah,” Johnny replied, with a surprised look on his face. “Are you telling me that shit isn't a true story?”

“No, it's just a film,” Daniel replied.

“Wow, way to bring the evening down, LaRusso,” Johnny said, as he slumped back in his chair.

*

Daniel was on page 5 on the contract when Johnny suddenly appeared in the living room in his black sleeveless Gi and started moving the furniture.

“What are you doing?” Daniel asked, looking up.

“I'm bored and I thought I'd get a little practise in,” Johnny replied, as he pushed the coffee table towards the door.

“Practise?” Daniel asked, as he watched Johnny stretch his shoulders out.

“Yeah, I'm feeling like a need a bit of exercise,” Johnny replied, as he launched into a series of jab punches. “And since I'm plainly not going to get any other exercise tonight I need something else to get the blood pounding.”

“OK,” Daniel replied, turning his eyes back towards the contract.

Goddammit he thought.

Johnny knew that the sleeveless Gi did things to Daniel. Johnny looked so unbelievably hot in that thing and he knew exactly what he was doing.

Johnny threw out a kick, his leg going almost impossibly high, and Daniel felt his dick twitch in his pants in response.

He reached down, snaking a hand between the table and his body and gave a quick tug at his underwear, loosening it.

As Johnny kicked again, then dropped to the floor and swept the legs from under his invisible opponent, Daniel couldn't take it any longer.

“Stop!” he shrieked as he jumped out of his chair.

“Huh?” Johnny asked, turning to face him with the start of a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Damn, he was going to smell so good later...

“Will you please stop distracting me?” Daniel begged, as he walked across the room. “The sooner you stop, the sooner I'll be finished, and the sooner we can have some actual fun.”

“You need me to take care of this, huh?” Johnny asked with a grin as he reached out and cupped Daniel's painfully hard erection.

“Later,” Daniel snapped, as he pulled away from Johnny's hand. “I only have 5 more pages to read, then after that I'm all yours.”

“Only 5 more pages?” Johnny asked.

“Yeah,” Daniel nodded.

“You promise?” Johnny asked earnestly.

“I swear, the second I finish reading those pages I'm done for the night and we can do whatever you want.”

“OK,” Johnny said, as he went and sat on the couch.

Daniel watched him for a second, making sure that he wasn't about to jump up and start doing press ups in an attempt to show off arms, or pulling his Gi open because he knew Daniel couldn't resist his chest.

Johnny sat, his legs crossed, as he ran a finger over his lips in almost contemplative silence.

Maybe he'd done it.

Maybe Daniel had finally convinced him that behaving would get him exactly what he wanted.

Daniel picked up his paper and started reading.

“Hey, where's the lube?” Johnny asked.

Daniel sighed and put down his paper again and picked up his bottle of beer. “In the drawer where it always is, why?”

“I thought maybe I'd do something useful while you're busy,” Johnny said. “I thought maybe I'd finger myself till you're finished.”

Daniel choked on his drink, spraying beer across the contract.

“Oh, for gods sake, Johnny!” Daniel groaned, as he dabbed his shirt sleeve across it.

“Yeah, I'm gonna finger myself,” Johnny said, as he got up off the couch and strode down the hall.

Daniel watched him disappear into the bedroom and let out a sigh. At least he was alone now and it shouldn't take him more than ten minutes to finish reading the contract.

“Oh yeah,” Johnny's voice came echoing from the bedroom.

Daniel sat, his mouth going dry, unable to draw his eyes away from the bedroom door.

“Oh shit yeah, that's so good,” Johnny moaned again.

Daniel shifted in his seat.

“Yessssss,” Johnny sighed softly.

Maybe Daniel could finish the contract in the morning, right? Surely it wasn't that important...

Johnny was letting out a series of gasps in the other room and Daniel couldn't take it any longer.

He had to see what Johnny was doing.

He had to see why Johnny was making those soft, enticing sounds.

He stood up and walked towards the open door.

Johnny was laid on the bed with his phone held above his face, as the tinny sound of gunfire and jet engines came through the speakers.

“Are you watching Iron Eagle on your phone?” Daniel asked.

Johnny shrugged. “Robby showed me how to get Netflix on here.”

“Your screen is so cracked it must be like watching it through a stained glass window,” Daniel said with a chuckle.

“I was bored waiting for you, man,” Johnny said, as he put the phone down.

“I thought you were going to start without me?” Daniel asked.

Johnny looked up at him, his eyes glimmering with emotion, then he looked down at the bed, almost as if he were ashamed. “It's like I said, I missed you.”

“You missed me, huh?” Daniel asked with a gentle smile.

“Yeah,” Johnny said quietly. “I like being with you. When you're not here it makes me feel down and... you know...”

Daniel couldn't help but smile.

All those feelings that he had for Johnny, in that moment he knew that Johnny felt them too, but he just didn't know how to express them. He didn't have the words to say them out loud, and that was OK too.

He didn't know how to ask for what he wanted; for Daniel's attention, for his company, for his affection, for his touch, for his love.

Right now the only way he knew how to ask for those things was in the way he'd always got Daniel's attention – by annoying him, but it wouldn't always be that way.

He knew with enough time that Johnny would be able to tell him what he wanted. He knew he'd be able to express his feelings and tell Daniel how he felt about it him.

But right now all those feelings were written across his face. Daniel could see the fondness in his eyes as he looked up at him. He could see the love in his heart in the soft crinkles at the sides of his eyes.

Johnny would be able to say that he loved him one day.

He'd get there in the end.

But for now this was enough.

“Yeah, I know I get it,” Daniel replied, as he moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. “I miss you too when I'm not here.”

“Sooooo... Are we gonna get down to it now?” Johnny asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I think we are,” Daniel replied with a grin, as he reached into the drawer and pulled out the lube and slapped it down against Johnny's chest. “So you were talking about fingering yourself earlier.”

“The idea of that got you hot, huh?” Johnny asked with a grin.

“It does, yeah.”

Johnny reached to undo the side strings of his Gi, seemingly intending to strip, but Daniel placed a hand over his.

“No,” Daniel said with a feral grin. “The Gi stays on.”

#cobra kai #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #lawrusso #cobra kai fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #150 prompts #ask game

[chachamaru-s]

you’ve gotten into my bloodstream

dabi x fat!fem!reader tags: loss of virginity, passive reader, insecurity, dubcon elements if you squint (y/n wants it shes just insecure), experienced dabi, possessive dabi, praise, wrist tying, vaginal fingering, squirting, unprotected sex word count: ~3k a/n: this was three weeks in the making and ill be honest, i lost steam at the end so if it feels rushed, this is why

Dabi feels dangerous, exciting and new in ways you can't articulate. So when he pushes you through the threshold of your front door, lips attached to your neck, you don't even consider pushing him away. He kicks the door shut, moving his attention to your mouth. He nips and sucks at your lips before thrusting his tongue into your mouth, prompting a soft moan from you as he asserts his dominance. Already you feel heady, intoxicated by his touch. He always does this to you, gets you all worked up with no release. Granted, that's partially your fault - your insecurities never let your make-out sessions progress to anything satisfying.

The two of you fumble your way to the couch, ever connected by lips or hands and nerves start to build in your stomach as Dabi pushes you down and hovers over you. The look in his eyes is enough to tell you what he wants, and much as you'd like to give him whatever would please him, you aren't sure if you can give him this. Intimacy has never been your strong suit, and when you hated looking at yourself in the mirror, it's hard to imagine someone looking at you the way Dabi is right now.

His hands wander, and with every roll they glance over you have to fight the urge to cringe. What does he even see in you? What could he possibly want with you? His interest in you confounded you from the start, and his apparent desire for you did nothing to clear anything up. You've never had anyone touch you the way he does, kiss you like they're starved for you, look at you like you're all they ever wanted. But Dabi does, even when he tries to hide it, you can see it. So why are you so nervous? Why does the idea of escalating things fill you with simultaneous fear and excitement?

"Wait." You say as his hand travels up your shirt, and it takes him a moment but he pauses, looking at you with a question in his eyes. You feel suddenly bashful, as you do every time you put a stop to things. You don't want him to know about your insecurities, don't want to force him into a situation where he has to soothe your worries. He doesn't seem built for that kind of thing, even if you know he'd try in his own way.

"What?" He asks, looking at you as if he's daring you to give him a good reason to stop. You suddenly feel like you can't, like withholding this from him will ruin your relationship. You like to think Dabi wouldn't drop you for not putting out, but isn't that what guys always wanted? Sex?

"Well - I - are you sure?" You ask lamely and he gives you an amused look.

"Am I sure I want to fuck you into the couch? Absolutely." He says, going to resume his movements under your shirt but you seize his wrist and look at him, willing him to understand your meaning but it doesn't work. Unfortunately, the two of you have not yet perfected that.

"I mean you say that, but I'm not exactly attractive under there." And that's it. You don't know what reaction you expect from him. Maybe indifference, maybe amusement, maybe anger. Whatever it is, you certainly don't expect what you get.

"And I look like Frankenstein's monster. Your point?" That startles a laugh out of you, and his lips quirk in return.

"Yea, but you're still hot." You say, and God help you, you mean it. There was something alluring about him from the moment you saw him. That he had ruined flesh all over didn't faze you. He was perfect as he was. Maybe this was his way of telling you that he thought the same about you.

"So are you. Now can I go on? 'Cause once I get you naked, I'm not stopping." The blatant want in his tone and eyes makes you flush. No one's ever wanted you like this before, that's why you were well into your twenties and still a virgin. Somehow, you trust Dabi with this. Trust him to be your first. So you nod and his hand resumes its ascent until he's fondling your breast, leaning in to kiss you more gently than he ever has before.

Pushing your bra away to afford better access, Dabi rolls your pebbled nipple between his fingers, eliciting a gasp from you. This seems to please him as he gives it another pinch. You had no idea you were so sensitive there until this very moment, the sensation of him playing with you pooling heat deep in your belly. You felt flushed all over, itching for him to touch you more, in different places. It's a desire you've kept locked up tight for long enough, and now he was helping to release it.

"Now, let's get this shirt off." He says, and you move to accommodate him as he pulls it off your body. With experienced hands, he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra and when all is said and done you lie back on the couch, avoiding looking at him as he takes in the sight of you like he never has before. He's silent for long enough that you worry he's begun to regret his decision to get you naked and you open your mouth to say something, arms reaching to cross over your chest, but he stops you.

"Hey. Don't hide from me." He says, uncrossing your arms. "This body is sexy." He says, running a hand down your waist, gripping the fat of your hip. "This body is desirable." He leans forward and kisses your breast. "And most importantly, this body is mine, so don't you fucking hide it from me." The possession in his tone does something to your insides, something not wholly unpleasant. No one's ever wanted you with such ferocity before, you can hardly believe this is even real.

"Your tits are amazing." He say, bringing his lips to each one before sucking a sensitive bud into his mouth, causing your breath to hitch at the sensation. Your reaction embarrasses you, causing your cheeks to flush redder but Dabi is too occupied with your breasts to notice, one hand traveling down your waist. Your stomach erupts with butterflies when you realize his destination, his hand slipping under your jeans and panties with practiced ease.

His fingers delve between your folds, seeking your clit out like a man on a mission. "Fuck, you're already so wet for me. Just begging to be fucked." And you gasp when his fingers rub you just right. "That feel good babydoll?"  He asks, smugness in his tone. All you can do is whimper, rocking your hips to meet his fingers and chase the feeling he's providing. He chuckles at your wanton display, but doesn't still his fingers.

He continues rubbing circles around your clit, his mouth dividing its attention between your two breasts, and it isn't long until you feel tension building in your gut. Your hips rock every now and again to chase the feeling, the noises you're making embarrassing but you're too caught up in him to even care about it. When he pulls his hand away, you whine in disappointment, panting for the release he clearly isn't going to give you yet.

He chuckles at your desperation. "Patience." He soothes, working on the buttons of your jeans. His pace is agonizingly slow as he pulls your jeans down, pulling your shoes off when he gets there, then removing your jeans entirely. He's takes just as much time to remove your panties, watching as you squirm with every brush of his hands against your legs.

"Dabi." You sound pitiful, his name a whine and he stops the fingers that had been dancing up your legs. He looks at you with a quirked brow and something in his eye that makes you think he's about to tease you. The thought makes you rub your thighs together, hoping to relieve the want there.

"What do you want baby?" He asks, a quirk to his lips.

Your eyes widen at the thought of having to express yourself. You just wanted him to touch you where you ached for it. You felt red, flushed from head to toe in embarrassment and desire. You'd never had someone touch you there before. "I ... I don't know." You answer much to his amusement.

"Well lucky for you, I do. Lay there and trust me." He sounds so sure of himself that you wonder how many people he's been with and how you compare to them. Subconsciously you clamp your thighs together as if to keep Dabi from looking at you. He did not seem deterred by this and when he put his hands on either of your thighs to pry your legs open with a: "What did I tell you about hiding from me?" he met no resistance.

Using two fingers, he delves between your folds and stretches them wide to expose you to his gaze. You squirm under it, biting your lip to stifle any noises of the excitement pooling in your stomach. "What a pretty pussy." He compliments, tone laced with want. He looks at you like a man starved, and when he leans forward to bury his head between your thighs and taste you, he laps at you like it, too.

A jolt of electricity runs through your body at his tongue against your clit and you can't help but squirm. It feels good - great - but almost too much so. You're certain that the piercing on his tongue adds to the experience, but you don't have anything to compare it to. You moan low when his tongue hits a particularly sensitive spot, moving your hands to cover your face in embarrassment. You feel so vulnerable with his head between your thighs, his tongue exploring your folds, but heaven help you, you want more.

When he notices you hiding, he stills his tongue and reaches up to move your hands away. "Hide from me again and I'll bind your arms." He threatens, causing you to nod dumbly. It's not that you want to hide from him, it's not that you don't want him to make a home between your thighs, but this is all so new to you that you aren't really sure how to react.

"Good girl." He praises and you make a noise of desperation at him as he dives back into your pussy, tongue circling your clit and lips suckling on it in turn. You grind your pussy against his face, feeling his smile against you there as you do so. Clearly he's proud of himself for working you into such a state, but you don't care, you're just chasing that feeling at the tip of his tongue.

When he slides a finger into your wet cunt, you make a noise of surprise, discomfort and anticipation all at once. You fight the urge to cover your face once again as he pumps a single digit in and out of you. "Dabi!" You cry out, the sensation of his finger pumping into you fading from discomfort to pleasure.

"You're so tight. You ever done this before?" He asks, exploring your walls with a single finger. You shake your head no and he curses at your revelation. "So I'm your first? Lucky me. Don't worry babydoll, I'll make you feel even better." His words cause you to cover your face again, despite his threats but he follows through on them.

Taking you by the wrists, he pulls your arms over your head. "What did I say?" With his free hand he's working his belt off and once he manages to get it off, he wraps it around your wrists, securing it tight. You whimper at the way it feels, excitement pooling between your thighs making and even bigger mess of yourself than he already had. "Keep 'em up." He says and you nod your head in understanding.

He returns his attention to your clit, latching on while he reinserts his finger. You shudder at the feeling of it, squirming under his touch. He doesn't let up, lapping and sucking at your clit as he adds a second finger to the mix. The stretch is incredible, just this side of uncomfortable but in a way that makes you feel fuller than you've ever felt before. It's dizzying, causing heat to build in your belly once more as you approach your orgasm.

"Dabi...please...it's too much." You pant, but he's relentless, edging you closer and closer to climax. You're afraid of the fall, afraid of what it will do to you, embarrassed of how you'll sound or what expression your face will make. You move your bound hands as if you're going to push him away. "Dabi - ohhh." Your orgasm shakes its way through your body, your hands immediately grip in his hair as your hips jerk against his mouth, the feeling of your orgasm gushing from you might have been embarrassing if you had any presence of mind to feel such things. You felt like you were floating, breathing heavy, your body jittery with excitement.

He pulls away as you're coming down, your release dripping from his chin. He wipes it away and grins at you. "Damn, that was hot." He says, looking at you with wonder. "Think you can do that again on my cock?" His crass words might have made you flush if you weren't already red from head to toe. You can't imagine him putting that inside you. You feel untethered, still falling from the new heights you'd soared to.

You whimper, still overstimulated. The look he gives you makes the fire in you burn hotter. "Fuck, keep making noises like that, baby." He says, but he sounds much less in control of himself now. Taking your hands, he guides them to his cock. You feel the piercings there, fingers wrapping around the length of him as you wonder what they'll feel like inside. "See what you do to me?" His voice is low.

You're having a hard time accepting that you're the cause of his current state, that the fire that burns in you burns in him, too. "Put your hands back up for me." He instructs and you obey. His hands feel up your body, to your face and he leans down and kisses you languid and seeking. Down your body his hands travel again, one gripping the meat of your hip, the other stroking himself as he rubs his tip against your entrance.

He slides in, meeting some resistance as you gasp at the sensation. It's uncomfortable, but not wholly unpleasant, your pussy stretching for the first time to accommodate someone. He hisses a noise of pleasure as he finally bottoms out and you look down to see where the two of you are connected before he leans down and kisses you fiercely, pulling out just enough to slide right back in.

The longer his hips move against yours, the higher your pleasure soars. You moan against his lips, hands itching to touch him but unable to do so bound and slung over your head as they are. He licks into your mouth like a man parched, drinking up every noise he's pulling from you. His lips wander, to your cheek, along your jaw, kissing a line to your neck where he pants against your skin.

"You fit me so well," He praises, punctuating his words with a harsh thrust into you. The noise that elicits from you is embarrassing to say the least, but you're too lost in the sensations to worry about it too much. He leaves open-mouth kisses along your neck as he utters praises against your skin. "Such a good girl. Am I making you feel good?" He asks, nibbling at the skin at the juncture of your neck.

You whimper in response, his voice and praise working you into an even more needy state than you'd already been. "Use your words," He reprimands, "Let me hear that pretty voice."

"Yes." You gasp. "S'good, so good." Your voice is slurred with pleasure, a moan cut off when he kisses you again. You feel frantic, the need to have him as close as you possibly can mounting. You move your arms and loop them around his head, hands tugging at the ends of his hair as he kisses you breathless.

When he pulls away, you're both panting, but with your hands in their current position he can't get very far. He rests his forehead against yours, one of his hands reaching up to touch your cheek. His thumb traces a line across your bottom lip. "So good for me," He murmurs, looking at you with what can only be considered wonder. "You ready to cum again?" He asks.

"Dabi, please." You moan and he doesn't bother keeping you waiting. His hand slides between you, delving into your folds to tease your clit. Immediately this pulls a high-pitched whine from you, your hips trying to rise to meet his touch.

His pace picks up, thrusting deeper into you as he rubs circles over your clit. It doesn't take long before you're gasping for him, heat blooming deep in your belly, your breaths becoming shorter. You pull him down to kiss you, moaning into his mouth as your orgasm crashes over you. He curses as you clench around him, his hips stuttering against yours. As you come down from your high, he reaches his, spilling his load inside you without a second thought.

When all is said and done, the pair of you kiss slowly, holding onto each other in the aftermath of great pleasure.

"You enjoy yourself, babydoll?" He asks, affection in his voice. You nod your head and hum a yes, spent from all the stimulation. You bask in the feeling of him still on top of you, peppering kisses along your face, your neck, telling you how well you did for your first time.

You bask in his praise, tired and sated. When the two of you stop kissing long enough to talk, you ask him: “Can you untie my hands now?” Earning a chuckle in response.

#dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #dabi #fat reader #fem!reader #cha writes a thing #oneshot #c: smut #c: bnha

[rriavian]

Despite having very little time to write I’ve still managed just over 14k since last Wednesday, so while I feel very behind (Deliverance is still taking forever I’m so sorry) I’ve been making good progress! All seven Corintheus week prompts are in draft, and about half of them are nearly finished, and—despite not looking at anything else all weekend—one of the Christmas/Winter prompt fics is nearly done too. And the ravens saving Dream fic is going slower than I’d like but it’s getting there.

I was doodling in a meeting today and figured out my plot issue for the next few parts of Baiting the Trap, so on my break I wrote a bit of that. The next part should be the fill for one of the Corintheus week prompts if all goes to plan :)

Very busy, but having a lot of fun writing!

A little stressed about getting things finished when I want them though. Which is a very me thing so as always I'm gonna try and relax about it. The funny thing is that I also wrote an entirely new ficlet the other night when thinking about the Corintheus week prompts. Which is exactly what I did last Monday too

#gonna catch up on notifications #maybe send some people some prompts #or questions #writing progress #if you see any unhinged tags on my reblogs #assume a wip is driving me insane #because most of the time that's the case haha

[recurring-polynya]

Writing Update/Art Update 1.16.2024

Well, I did finish that scene I was fussing about last week, but only on a technicality. The first thing that happened was that I thought of some other scene I wanted to write, and I let myself do that. It's 1800 words of zanpakutou nonsense that is currently slated for late in Chapter 8. I mentioned that I felt like another chapter was creeping its way into my outline, so I just went ahead and rearranged a little. I feel better about the outline, although I'm not sure a second extra chapter won't try to sneak its way in there.

Then what happened was that my friend had a Bake-Off themed birthday party, so I spent several days planning a bake and baking things and being consumed with anxiety and then actually going to the party and then being very, very tired. (In case anyone was curious: Earl Grey roll cake with blood orange curd fill, covered in chocolate ganache, then decorated with Earl Grey whipped cream, candied blood oranges, and raspberry-swirl macarons. It was really good. For the record, the other bakes were on the same level. My friend has some really intense friends 😂)

I went back to The Scene and looked at the outline again, and I realized that I needed to do a POV swap, but I didn't have a scene change. This is tricky business, so what I did was roll back about 1000 words and have Rukia do an exit stage left. That lets Renji take over the narration and Rukia can come back in later. I started the Renji-part but didn't get very far into it, but that was a separate bullet on the outline, so I feel justifying in checking off the Rukia-bullet.

My kids had off yesterday and then it snowed, and they got a snow day today and I am still very tired.

How is the drawing going, P? Well! The second week of prompts was all themed around "packaged food" which was significantly harder to do in a quick and easy way. Then, I mentioned that I wanted to do a Rukia-drawing. I did the sketch and I spent an hour and a half on coloring it. I decided it would look good in pastels, even though I don't know shit about how to use the pastel brushes. In any case, I realized that it was going to take another million hours of work and I simply did not like it enough to put in another million hours of work, so I gave up on it. I can always pick it up again later if I feel like it, but I have too much else to do. So, in other words, I did spend some time drawing on at least five days of last week, which is what my goal was, but I did not have a whole lot to show for it. Like I said last week, I have been posting my daily art to the art club forum, but Wedsday's prompt was "Pickle Jar" and decided to do some Between Tides fanart (by the loosest possible definition of fanart) and show it to you folks instead. This was so frickin' hard, but I really like the way my lil daikon came out!

Anyway, new week, word counter goes back to 0, hopefully this one will be a little more focused and maybe I'll actually be able to make some progress on Chapter 7.

#writing update #art update

[whysamwhy123]

✨Fic Writing Review 2023✨

Tagged by the wonderful dynamic duo that is @aerodaltonimperial and @perhapswhoknowsvamp and it's very fitting that those two lovely people tagged me because they're a big reason why I wrote much of anything this year! Took me a while to get this done because I wanted to get my last fic of the year out the door first. I'll put the rest below the cut, and fair warning - it's loooooong. This bitch doesn't shut up, so I rambled on. A lot.

Words and Fics

76, 222 words published on AO3 in 2023

15 fics published on AO3 (16 if you count that one kinkmeme prompt I filled and posted anonymously)

2 little tumblr ficlets

Top 3 by Kudos

Voice in the Dark - Hookhausen (not super surprising, considering it was a popular pairing at the time, and it was the fic I wrote for the anniversary event)

Kids These Days And Their Darn Phones - Hookhausen

Half Your Age Plus Seven - OrangeHook (I continue to be incredibly surprised how well this fic did, like...huh?!)

Top 3 by Hits

Voice in the Dark - Hookhausen

Voice in the Dark, Part Two - Hookhausen (how fitting, LOL)

Half Your Age Plus Seven - OrangeHook (Seriously, what was it about this fic that drew people in? More so than any of my other OrangeHook fics? Like, I'm grateful and all but also confused, like this fic is way too long?! And weird about the age difference?!)

Author's Favourite

As much as I'm loving writing OrangeHook now, I think Voice in the Dark, Part Two is probably the best thing I've written? Even though it's also overly long and gets weird at the end (very much did not expect it to go in that direction when I started writing it), I'm actually pretty proud of how that one turned out. I had a clear vision in my head for how each scene would play out and what I wanted to get across, and man, I remember how most of the Hook/Evilhausen dialogue popped into my brain late one night when I couldn't sleep, so I spat it out into a doc and then about a month later when I actually wrote the scene, I don't think I changed a single word? I just added everything else around it, all the not-dialogue parts. And it was just a lot of fun getting to carry on that story, especially as someone who hasn't managed to crank out a proper multi-chapter fic yet. Who knows, maybe I'll return to that world someday...

Fandom Events in 2023

Uh, well, I guess I did the whole Hookhausen Anniversary thing? And...that's about it. I'm pretty disconnected from the fandom at large, whoopsie daisy 😬

Upcoming Projects

Hoo boy.

I have over 5k words of a Ricky/Christian Sugar Baby AU thing written already. I haven't posted it because it kinda needs some smut and that's still not something I can really do. I might post it someday, if I can make something work, or alternatively do what I normally do and put an annoying fade to black in there. Or maybe I'll think better of it and never post it because it's very self-indulgent and I highly doubt anyone else would really be interested or want me to continue it or anything. But I have Ideas for it...so many ideas...

Also, in my ill-fated quest to try and make myself write smut, I kinda started a Ricky/Bill championship celebration fic. Maybe I'll revisit that? Try to get it done?

And then there's that one fic I really want to work on, but have barely started. I've vague-posted about it here before - it's an incredibly fucked-up Dead Dove fic about Daniel Garcia and a Very Bad, Not-Good thing that happens to him, and the subsequent complete mental breakdown that follows. I've had the idea rattling around in my brain for the better part of a year at this point, despite not making much actual progress on it. Every time I think about it though, I have new ideas for scenes or dialogue. I'd like to make it work, but I don't know if I have the writing chops to handle it, plus it would probably end up being super long and nobody would want to read it, so it'd feel like a huge waste of time on my part? And I've had the idea for so long, it's out-dated too. But still, the urge remains...

Oh, and I still have a ton of OrangeHook ideas I'd like to make happen. Some are, of course, about their age difference. Some would (ideally) involve smut. And others... *nervous laughter* Others would likely result in an ''Everyone disliked that'' situation...

Writing Reflection

I was thinking about making a sappy post about this and whoops, here's my excuse! I don't talk a lot on here about my tragic backstory because honestly, who cares? But I will say this - before January of this year, I hadn't written a word of anything in years. Fic or otherwise. I used to love writing, but Stuff Happened and it killed all enjoyment I got out of it, and I thought that's how it would be forever. Then, for reasons I can't even remember, I started reading fic again, specifically in this wild little fandom of ours, and y'all are just so talented that it made my untalented ass want to give it another shot. So...I did.

I remember when I posted my first fic in ages back in January, I thought ''Maybe about three people will read this and no one will leave a comment or anything, but whatever, I wrote a thing and that's something I haven't done in years so that's enough for me!'' And to be honest, I still think that whenever I post stuff now? It's crazy to me that anyone actually reads my stuff and gets some kind of kick out of it. But every kudos and comment floors me and brings me so much joy, I can't even express it properly. I have to say a huge thank you to anyone who's ever read one of my fics, left kudos or dropped a comment. Whoever and wherever you are, you made my day!

And look, I ain't delusional. I know that calling myself a small fish in the fandom would be too generous. But I'm fine with that - because I'm genuinely enjoying writing again and that's what matters most to me. Even though I've also rediscovered how stressful writing can be (🙂🙂🙂) when it comes down to it, there's joy and happiness in my life that wasn't there last year and that's all because I started writing again. And because some lovely folks here decided to let me know they liked what I was throwing out there. The years have not been kind to ol' Sammy Sam-Sam and this year was no exception, but getting to forget about all that shit and write my silly little wrestling fanfiction has been a great distraction and a comfort through this whole year.

So...yeah. Thanks to everyone who's ever commented on my writing, thanks to the folks who follow me on here (I don't know how you manage that though, I'm such an annoying bitch, aren't you sick of me yet?) and thanks to anyone who I've had the chance to chat with about writing and ships and whatever silly little ideas pop into my head (any of y'all feel free to message me at any time, I am always down to blab about whatever blorbos/ideas take your fancy). I'm hoping I can keep this train a-rollin' a little more next year. Still thinking back to when I started writing again, I made my new AO3 account expecting to write Dustjim only, but then I quickly decided I couldn't write those two well enough, and since then I've bounced around a bunch of different pairings, with a few rarepairs shoved in between for good measure. God only knows where my head will be at this time next year, LOL. I'd love to finally be able to attempt some of the bigger ideas I've been cooking up for a while now. Maybe I'll even write a proper multi-chapter fic? We'll see, but this bitch can dream, at least.

Rules:

Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please do eat glass, I’ve heard it’s good for your gums.

I'm not going to tag anyone because I'm pretty sure everyone I know who writes has already been tagged? So if you're reading this and you haven't, go ahead and do it! By which I mean, eat glass. Eat all the glass that you want. Accidents happen in the dark.

#What is wrong with you Sam you should not be allowed to write #Also you really need to learn to shut up dude #This bitch went onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn and on #But it was kinda fun reflecting on The Year I Got Back Into Writing #It's been fun yo #Who knows what this next year will bring??

[rilannon]

✨Fic Writing Review 2023✨

Tagged by @perhapswhoknowsvamp!

I'm hoping to get the numbers up before the end of the year, but I know if I don't do this now I will forget to do it, so here it is!

Words and Fics

29,332 words published on AO3 in 2023

17 fics published on AO3

2 Tumblr ficlets that haven't made their way to AO3 (yet)

9 WIPs that I might actually work on some day

4 fics in permanent purgatory (AKA I lost momentum and I may never get it back but I don't want to relegate them to my Abandoned folder)

Top 3 by Kudos

Body Language (54) - Hookhausen as seen by Ricky Starks

Tap Out (53) - My AdaMJF kinkmeme fill

Sound and Vision (52) - My Hookhausen New Years event fic

Author's Favorite

50 Ways to Say I Love You - This started as a list of prompts that looked interesting, and then I decided to write a drabble for each prompt. It ended up mostly being fueled by WIP Wednesdays here on Tumblr, which finally got me over the line to finish all 50! I like a lot of the fics I've written this year, but this one sticks out just for how long it took me to do, and how I kept chipping away at it to get it finished.

Top 3 Ships

Hookhausen

JungleCorpse (Thanks Katy!)

Max Squared

Fandom Events in 2023

Hookhausen New Year event (Even if the fic was late!)

I don't know if WIP Wednesdays counts as an "event", but it's definitely helped me keep progress on fics.

Upcoming Projects

I'm working on a longer JungleCorpse fic that Wren inspired forever ago, which is at least 50% designed to make Katy keyboardsmash in the comments.

There is definitely some more Max Squared in my future, I've got a few different fics on the go so we'll see which one gets finished first!

Writing reflection

This has been a hell of a year! At the start of the year the writers block had me in a chokehold, but I managed to break free and get a fair amount written. I've branched out as well, I'm used to writing for one ship at a time so it's been nice to write for several ships at the same time.

The biggest thank you has to go to the amazing group of wrestling people on here, and in the group chat. You guys have inspired me and kept me going, even when the ideas seemed to be impossible (Yes Vamp, that does mean you!) Thank you all so much ❤️

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please do eat glass, I’ve heard it’s good for your gums.

Tagging [please view the rules! I think they are great rules!!! Except the glass thing, don't chew glass. If you don't want to do this, please feel free to ignore completely]: @elorianna, @glorious-blackout and anyone else that fancies looking at your stats for the year!

#fanfiction #fic writing review 2023 #hookhausen #junglecorpse #max squared

[zarvasace]

PROGRESS POST

(10/4/23)

This is partly for accountability and partly just to get all this out of my head! This last month or two have felt so hectic, getting used to a new work and sleep schedule and all. I'm still not quite there.

If you're curious about what I've been working on and what my plans are in terms of writing and art for the rest of the year, read on. :)

I will say, though, that if you want more of a specific AU or story, the way to get it is by asking questions and leaving comments! Asks and comments remind me about things I'm doing and get me excited about them again! I have these plans, but I also am very good at chasing inspiration to unknown (and sometimes unimportant) corners!

By Fandom

Linked Universe Projects

I've been feeling less motivated to work on LU stuff, but I still plan on at least finishing what I have open, so you can look forward to some of that!

Writing

Disability AU—one small mobility trio fic in the works. A few vague ideas for doing backstory fics.

Council (1931 vampire AU)—this is still the "backburner to backburner" fic, but I do have some fun ideas. I just have been distracted with other things! I think this AU is a lot of fun and I'd love to do more with it. We'll have to see.

The Marvelous Misadventures of Wind and His Merry Band of Maybe-Human Misfits—chapter 7 (out of 9 or so) is in progress. I have it all outlined out, and it's fun to work on, but I have (again) been distracted! This is, I hope, going to be my main December project. It'd be nice to finish before it turns 2 years old next summer. Oops.

I have several other WIPs that aren't very exciting and probably won't see daylight, but they're there if I feel like them

Art

Coloring book—I'm part of the coloring book project! :) I have already finished 1/2 drawings, and they went so well, I'm considering doing more.

Shatterproof manga page—still on my radar! I'm doing the end scene from dazzling diamond danger, and my ambition keeps outgrowing my time.

Four Swords Projects

Writing

Fairytale AU—man I've started this Vidow BatB fic literally five times. I have an almost-complete draft sitting at like... 20k?? iirc, but I kind of hate a lot of it. I also like a lot of it. It's a bit difficult for me to work on rewriting something in that situation. Anyway. Another December thing probably.

Fright Fight—I have ideas for every week, but am currently unsure if I want to draw or write for them. Most of my October will be focused on filling these prompts!

Vampire Lords AU—I have strange as severe is this my fate open right now, with a fair amount of material... it just needs to be edited a bit. I do want to keep working on that, I've just... well. Distraction. A common theme. XD I might be feeling another little bite fic coming on, too.

Art

Fright Fight—see above

Fright Fight part 2—I have a few side things to do for this, like making graphics that I haven't quite finished yet. They shouldn't take long, I just gotta do em!

Non-Fandom

Stickers—I am in the process of drawing some stickers! Yay! These are for my work, but also just for me. I want some Halloween stickers. This is a backburner project.

Nanowrimo project—I need to spend some time figuring out a few things to really get going on my princess-verse. I'm going to be doing Nanolympics this year, so hopefully some of their preptober stuff will help!

Hearts Linked Together—my super-cool Linkverse. XD I love my dumb timeline, and all the characters, they're just filler drawings that I haven't had time to continue.

Secret Zelda project—I really really need to do this! I can't say much right now, but it involves a fair amount of work, both writing and art. I think I haven't gotten very far on it yet because I'm intimidated. Stop that.

Zine edits—I worked really really hard on an art piece for a LoZ zine coming up! This week is critique, and I anticipate a few edits later.

By Month

Facebook posts—a lady I know wants to commission pretty quote images to post on her Facebook. I need to reply to her text. And do them.

September

I primarily worked on the fic Blood-Sucker's Guide to High School. I also worked on and submitted one fic and one piece of art to two different zines, which I hope you'll see soon.

October

If you care, you may have noticed I'm not doing Whumptober this year! Part of this is because I'm a bit burned out from the above, and part of it is that the prompts just didn't seem very inspiring to me this year. Maybe that's just my mindset. I haven't been in a very whumpy mood.

I'm planning on filling weekly prompts for @fsfrightfight this month and maybe chipping away at some other fics, in addition to one more zine contribution. I'm also going to be planning for November and doing some scattered art work here and there.

November

NaNoWriMo! I considered skipping this... but I'm feeling really inspired and motivated to do it, especially with October as a break. I'm going to write some original work, and that will be the focus of my November. I'll likely get some other art done, too.

December

I hope to dedicate this month to finishing things up from this year! That means working on "backburner" projects.

#i speak from the coffin

[gretchensinister]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you @marypsue for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

732 oh gosh it needs to have text next to it to not show up giant

2. What’s your total word count?

1,316,095 aha you can tell most of my fics are short

3. What fandoms do you write for?

What I am currently preoccupied with is The Dark Crystal/The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance. The vast majority of my fics are for Rise of the Guardians, and I have one fairly substantial fic each for Thor and Venom.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

Give You Everything, not surprised about this one, it's Eddie/Venom and I published it a little less than four months after Venom came out in theaters. 2. Single Snowflakes, this one is a surprise? It's barely over 1K, T for subject matter, Bunny/Jack where Jack talks about past trauma with Bunny. I wouldn't have written it except that this was part of my project to fill every prompt on Round 1 of the Rise of the Guardians Dreamwidth kinkmeme. I guess it resonated with people??? 3. How Old? Another Bunny/Jack fic, G-rated and very short. 4. What it Means to Ask, yet ANOTHER Bunny/Jack fic, G-rated, but about how serious the concept of being a "mate" is in Pooka culture. How Old? was also related to that. 5. Down and Dirty-a wrestling-type fight between Jack and Bunny turns into sex.

What have we learned? The Jackrabbit fans, they are legion.

5. Do you respond to comments?

For the past several years, yes, pretty much always. Back in 2012 when I was just starting to post on Ao3, I was like unto a nervous deer and sometimes didn't respond. But I did print out all the comments on Without Contraries There Is No Progression (Pitch/Sandy that got me writing big complete things) and put them on my fridge at the time. It helped me get my master's degree.

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

The one that comes to the top of my head is Warmer Than I Thought. Jack's dying because he just didn't have enough believers when he became a Guardian. He's not going to come back with continuity of self. Pitch is there to offer him some scant comfort as he goes.

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

I mostly write happy endings, honestly, but the honor of the most happy and resolved ending goes to His Time, which is chronologically the last fic in my Rise of the Guardians Apotheosis AU. It's a far-distant future, OT8, everyone is together and essentially the pantheon of a new planet they made after Earth is gone due to the expansion of the sun. They are trying to make it go well this time, and so far succeeding.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

The closest thing to hate I ever got was on my explicit Thorki fic...from a person complaining about how much I had Thor and Loki talk to each other.

9. Do you write smut?

I write a lot of explicit sex, yes.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've written a fair number in my prompt-fill project, but it's not something I'm drawn to write.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I've never known about any of my fics being stolen.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone talked to me about translating one of my fics and I was very excited and I said yes. However I don't know what came of that because things happened and I fell out of communication with the potential translator. Maybe they finished it and I don't know about it!

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

No, and I don't think I would, unless it was part of a strictly structured event/project.

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

Well, it's Pitch Black/Sandman. Conceptually, the ships I'm drawn to have ties to dichotomies of dark/light, good/evil, cosmic opposites kind of thing. Pitch and Sandy, as personifications of nightmares and dreams, were a perfect vessel for that obsession.

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

I told my friends, "I'm not going to rewrite The Phantom of the Opera." And I'm not. But there's a version of PotO that I wanted that uh, isn't what any of the big official versions gave me. So I started writing and I have 49,615 words so far. If I don't find a way to finish it I think I will end up posting it as something permanently unfinished, because there's a lot that I like in it now.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have been told in a real graduate writing workshop that I have good dialogue. I also like to think I'm pretty good at sensory descriptions.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The things I find extremely difficult are endings and like, plots where things happen--I want so badly to write a big complicated Space Empire story but like. How is does political intrigue? (This house is FEELINGS ONLY.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I don't think I'd ever do it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Almost certainly Dragonball Z. If all goes well, my friend and I may have the chance to excavate some of my old notebooks during the holidays and then--it's archive time and that is a threat.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

It's A Draught of Light, which I love as it is, and for proving that I could write an alternate-world epic fantasy novel as long as I didn't like, admit that's what I was doing. I do admit though that I have an edited version that takes it farther away from being fanfic that I like even better. Maybe I should, hmm, start taking steps to making that version available, if you understand what I mean.

Who do I know writing out there that hasn't been tagged yet? @queerpyracy, @purplebloodedmajesty, @incurablenecromantic

#meme #writing #rambling

[demy85]

Going to a bar - finding something new

My second prompt fill for 'By the Angel Bingo' hosted by @malecdiscordserver is up

You can read it on Ao3 or below

Alec mentally mulled over all his decisions as he stepped through the door of the bar his siblings had dragged him into.

'Hunter's Moon' had only recently opened and had quickly become the new it-spot in town.

Alec detested absolutely everything about it.

It was too crowded, too loud and reeked of alcohol.

Why had he given in to his siblings' begging?

He didn't know how long he'd been in the bar with Izzy and Jace, time seemed to pass him by unnoticed as he tried to make himself invisible.

Then, all of a sudden, a loud shout, a roaring crowd, loud clapping.

All of which jolted Alec out of his thoughts.

When he looked up from his beer, his breath got stuck in his throat.

There, standing at the bar, was the most magnificent man Alec had ever seen.

He had never seen him before but really that wasn't a surprise at all. Alec wasn't one to go out clubbing or to a bar drinking. He preferred to stay at home reading a good book or watching a movie or stuff like that.

But now sitting in this bar and having laid eyes on this magnificent creature he couldn't deny that sometimes going out had its perks.

Alec didn’t know for how long he had been staring at this beautiful man who was standing at the bar in all his glory. Tight black leather pants which ended in black ankle high boots, a red patterned blazer which fitted him perfectly. His mouth began to water at the sight.

It was then that he felt a sharp twinge of pain running through his side and could hear the laughter of his siblings.

"Stop ogling Magnus already." He heard Jace say and Izzy chirped, "Instead of sitting here drooling, you should go up to him and make your move. Come on, Alec, I dare you."

Alec found that he was unable to stop his eyes from rolling, his siblings were beyond unbelievable. He sighed softly as he averted his eyes from Magnus to escape his siblings' teasing comments. "Maybe they're right. Maybe I should take my chances," he pondered, deciding to muster up the courage to approach Magnus at the bar.

With hesitant steps, Alec made his way towards the bar, his heart pounding faster and faster, and then suddenly he almost came to a halt when Magnus turned around to face him, a breathtaking smile on his lips. Alec felt a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

"Hello, I'm Alec," he stammered, trying to hide his nervousness. Magnus gave him an intrigued look and replied, "Nice to meet you, Alexander. I'm Magnus."

Up until that moment, Alec had hated it when someone had called him by his full name. But from Magnus' lips, his name sounded like the most beautiful song, the most breathtaking poem ever written. Alec couldn't deny that there was something so very special about Magnus. The conversation began to flow easily, and Alec found himself forgetting about the bar and the people around him.

The night took an unexpected turn when Magnus suggested a game of pool. Alec, never one to turn down a challenge, agreed and they made their way to the back of the bar and started in on a round of pool.

The initial uncertainty gave way to a feeling of ease. Alec was surprised at how well he got on with Magnus. Time flew by and before Alec knew it, he found himself in a lively conversation with Magnus about their shared interests.

The bar he first declined to go to suddenly became a place that gave him an unexpected encounter and an unforgettable night. And so Alec put aside his reservations, immersed himself in the moment and let himself be enchanted by the magic of Hunter's Moon and his attraction to Magnus.

The night progressed and Alec and Magnus found themselves in a quieter area of the bar where they had deeper conversations. Alec spoke of his passions and dreams, while Magnus captivated him with an intriguing aura of mystery and charm.

In the midst of the exchange, Alec felt a connection developing between them. The barriers he normally put up around himself seemed to fade away and he was able to open up like never before. Magnus listened attentively, sharing his own stories and creating an atmosphere of familiarity.

The night was turning into an extraordinary experience that Alec never could have expected. Thoughts of the crowded and noisy bar faded as he focused on Magnus' presence. It was as if they had created their own world amidst the hustle and bustle.

As time progressed, Alec couldn't help but realize that he'd drifted away from his siblings, who were probably looking for him now. He searched around for Jace and Izzy, but couldn't find them in the crowd. A glance at his cell phone told him that Izzy had already left.

A smug smile flitted across his lips as he read the text message from his sister.

"Met Simon and went to his place. Didn't want to disturb your little moment. You two look indescribably cute together 😉"

Magnus made the suggestion of going outside together to enjoy the clear night sky.

Under the canopy of stars, Alec confessed to Magnus that he had been reluctant to come to the bar at first, but that right now he was very glad that he had. Magnus smiled warmly and took Alec's hand.

"Sometimes unexpected decisions lead us to the best of moments," Magnus said. At that moment, Alec sensed that this night was not just a chance encounter, but that the universe had led the two of them to come and meet. And that this was the beginning of something extraordinary between him and Magnus.

#by the angel bingo #shadowhunters fanfiction #malec #malec fanfiction #magnus x alec #malec fic #shadowhunters #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic

[rai-knightshade-art]

"...when I'm lying wrapped up in your arms, the whole World just fades away; the only thing I hear is the Beating of your Heart..."

Breathe, by Faith Hill

"...we should talk about this, right?"

His voice is soft, when he speaks; you wouldn't be able to hear him, if you weren't lying on his chest.

You draw patterns across his skin with your finger, contemplative. "Maybe. I'm not really sure how, though."

He makes a humming noise; you can feel the vibrations more than you can hear them. It's a moment before he speaks, and in the quiet you feel his arm move, a tendril of your hair lifting with it. (He always did like playing with your hair.)

Finally, he speaks. "Maybe we should start with... Being honest, with each other. Say what we really feel. Tell the truth."

You lift up your head, until you can rest your chin on your arm, and look at him; he's staring right back, eyes a warm brown, filled with affection.

You lift your other hand, to play with his own unruly curls, as you think. Honesty, huh? You've always been good at hiding your feelings, concealing the truth. How honest do you want to be, really?

But... Looking into his eyes, shining in the moonlight... You find you can't hide anything. Not from him. Not anymore.

"If honesty means telling the truth... Well then, the truth is, I'm still in love with you."

The fanfiction this scene is from is currently in progress, but you can read Chapter 1 here!

Bonus Post 1 (Jesse and Beca's Playlists): Link

Bonus Post 2 (The Bonus Tracks): Link

Artist thoughts, an alternate edit, links to my other RarePair Week entries, and close ups below the cut; image ID is in the alt text.

....y'all don't wanna know how long this thing took me 😅. For the illustration OR the first chapter of the associated fic, really.

Yeah so soft!Jeca lives rent free in my head, like, constantly these days, and I'm making that everybody's problem now, sorry. 😅 And when I saw the prompts for the Pitch Perfect RarePair Week, specifically #5, I knew immediately what I had to do: a fanfic/fanfic illustration! (...Or 2. ........or 5....😂)

I've actually been working on this fanfic for... A while, shall we say, because I had a LOT of thoughts that I needed out of my head and a fanfic was the best way to accomplish that. I wasn't sure when I was gonna try to have it done, figured it would get there when it gets there, but this prompt fit just too perfectly not to take advantage of it, ya know? So my new plan was to have the fanfiction done in time to upload with this prompt, buuuutttt.... That didn't quite happen 😓 ya girl's been busy alright!

But. But. I did get Chapter 1 finished! And uploaded! A day early, no less! ...Except Chapter 1 doesn't actually include the prompt line in it, that'll be in Chapter 2 😅. So uh. That'll be written here soon, I promise. In the meantime, at least there's Chapter 1! AND bonus posts, linked above the cut! Check them out!

Now, to set the scene: we're 6 months past the ending of Pitch Perfect 3, keeping everything from canon (except for the Chloe/Chicago thing but that's not relevant here, that's relevant for a different pair of days). We're 2 and a half years post-Jesse and Beca breaking up due to the fact that their lives and careers were taking off on opposite ends of the continent; it was an amicable breakup, but not a happy one, and while both of them have moved on from the relationship (and Jesse has had--and then broken up with--another long term girlfriend), they both still harbor some feelings for each other. They both think that ship has sailed though...until Beca moves to LA as part of her partnership with DJ Khaled, right when the producers of the movie Jesse and his team are scoring have asked Khaled to write and produce an original song for their movie, and wouldn't you know it, he has a brand new, extremely talented music producer who'd be perfect for the project!

So of course, Jesse and Beca reunite completely by surprise, take some time to talk a few things out once they've each panic-called their respective in-town confidants Benji and Emily to freak out a little bit but it's fine they're chill, and start to reconnect over this new project they have together... And afternoon visits to the neighboring cafe, mutually grabbing lunch at a nearby combination-deli-and-bookstore, and, finally, a week after the Big Damn Reunion™, an actual honest-to-god dinner date-that's-definitely-a-first-date-but-they-won't-admit-it, at a fancy (but not too fancy, they're not quite stars yet) restaurant and everything.

This scene? Comes directly after that dinner; or, rather, it comes directly after they've finished their dinner, and Jesse (ever the gentleman) has walked Beca home, all the way up to her apartment door; it comes after they've just stood there for a long moment, neither really wanting to make the first move to leave, until, finally, Beca literally says "Fuck it!" And drags the poor man into the apartment by the lips and collar. 😂 After all that, here in the dead of night, under the moonlight, they finally just... Talk. Really talk, not just the small talk from the deli/bookstore, or discussing their project in the studio, or even the brief acknowledgements of their past and the ways they've each moved on, from that first day in the cafe. Now, they talk through everything. How they're feeling, what they want this thing between them to be... How absolutely fucking terrified they are of screwing this up again... And how much they want to try again anyways. This scene, right here, is the true beginning of their eventual, maybe-it-was, maybe-it-wasn't, maybe-it-doesn't-matter-if-it-was-or-wasn't, inevitable, happily ever after. Because, well... "If honesty means telling the truth... Well then, the truth is I'm still in love with you."

Below are some close ups to show the details I added--like Beca's plaques!--as well as an alternate edit with lower contrast, because I couldn't decide whether I liked the glow effects better or the dim nighttime atmosphere better. So, both. And finally, below that are the links to the rest of my RarePair Week entries!

Alternate low-contrast version (I couldn't decide which vibes I liked better so y'all get both):

Close Ups:

Days I'm Participating In (and the Entries I've Posted):

Day 1 (this is me trying): Link

Day 2 (I've missed you): Link

Day 5 (if honesty means telling the truth... Then the truth is I'm still in love with you): You Are Here!

Day 6 (there's no way that it's not going to happen with you looking at me like that): Link

Day 7.1 (I can't say it, so I'll sing it): Link

Day 7.2 (part 2): Link

#jeca #jesse x beca #beca x jesse #pitch perfect #jeca fanart #jeca fanfiction #fanart #fanfiction #myposts #myart #theyre in love your honor #and theyre SO soft about it #pitch perfect rare pair week #pprpw22 #pprpw22.5