#so maybe i'm a bit late to make fun of what the writers did to joanfk

[too-much-time-in-space]

Narrator: "She did, in fact, not like that"

#clone high #clone high jfk #clone high joan #joanfk #clone high fanart #hello clone high fandom #you may know me from my ao3 #but sometimes i make stupid art too #it just takes awhile #so maybe i'm a bit late to make fun of what the writers did to joanfk #but I'm still bitter about it #even though my main ship is jf/abe #i also just wanted to draw a meme #hope this hasnt been done before #my art #tmtis

[megamindsecretlair]

Run it Back

Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Daddy kink, pet names. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (male receiving), cum play, possession kink, size kink, breeding kink if you squint, all consensual. Degradation/Praise kink.

Summary: You forgot to check in with Tyrone and he calls while you're at the club. You rush home to apologize properly.

Word Count: 2,603k

A/N: Oh look, I'm zooted and feral again. This was so hot. I had a lot of fun writing it! Thank you all so much for all of your support and for reading! Goodness, how did this taglist get so big? ILY FRFR. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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You dug your phone out of your purse as you danced to the music in the club. You were too turned up and had been having a blast with your friends, turning away guys but accepting the free drinks. Tyrone’s name flashed on your phone and you stopped dancing. 

Your friend noticed and elbowed you to get your attention. You waved her off. Your stomach turned sour. Maybe you shouldn’t have had that third drink. Or was it the fourth? 

“Hey, baby,” you said. 

“The hell you at?” Tyrone’s voice was like a punch through the phone. He was mad. Scratch that. He was furious with you. 

“Um, I’m a little busy,” you said. You knew he could hear the thumping music. There was no need to tell him where. 

“You know what time it is?” He asked. 

You looked at the screen on your phone. Shit! You were  way, way past the time you told him you’d be home. You didn’t even text him to say you were staying longer. He loved that you were independent but it killed him when you were reckless with your safety. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. We started dancing and they played all of my songs. You know like–”

“If you’re not here in ten minutes, I’m comin’ for that ass,” he snapped. 

“Wait, I’m farther than that,” you said. Mentally, you thought about the route to your place with Tyrone. Even if you broke all of the traffic laws on your way over, there was no way to make it in ten minutes. The dread in your stomach gave way to hefty need. Your core ached and the hairs on the back of your neck raised. 

“Nine minutes,” he said. 

He hung up the phone and you got up. You didn’t say goodbye to your friends or stop long enough to breathe. You rushed out of the club and raced to your car. Your heart thumped in your chest and your hands shook. 

You pulled out of your space and pulled into late LA traffic. They said New York was the City that Never Sleeps. So LA must be the City that Never Learns to Fuckin’ Drive. A car honked at you as if you were the problem. If a muthafucka ain’t got their headlights on, how the fuck you supposed to see them? 

You made it home, barely legally. There were too many close turns and random cars enough to spook you. You thought you were going to get into an accident. But the closer you made it to Crenshaw, the more the traffic died down. Hood people knew when to take they asses home. 

You straightened out your outfit as you got to the door. His car was still in the driveway. You wondered if he really would have come to the club and scooped you up. You didn’t need that embarrassment. 

You got inside and listened out for where Tyrone may be. The living room and kitchen beyond were dark. You didn’t see a light upstairs either. Surely, he would have waited until you were inside, right? 

A light popped on to your left and you jumped. Fear mixed with desire until you shook a bit. Tyrone sat in his favorite chair in the living room. A recliner that you both picked out. But more so him. He kept eyeing it and you knew that he never treated himself. His mind was always on the hustle and more money. You were trying to buff that rough edge of him. It wasn’t easy, but baby steps. 

His hand was on his knee while the other propped up his head. The light had a thin shade so it covered a good portion of him. The other side was cast in shadow, giving him an eerie look. 

You bit your lip and fought off shivers. If you thought you were needy before, you were downright feral as you looked at your man. Sometimes, you simply watched him. Watched the way he moved. The slow way he walked, his big hands, his wide smile, and his fine lips. His hair needed a little touching up. You made a mental note to do that for him tomorrow.

“Hey baby,” you said.

“Don’t ‘hey baby’ me. The fuck you doing out this late?” He asked.

“I didn’t look at the time!” You said. 

“That’s not good enough. You think I like yelling at you?” He asked. He wasn’t really yelling. He never truly yelled. His voice went up in volume, that was about it. Tyrone held his anger inside. As if he were fueling his own angry battery. 

“No! I’m sorry! I’ll do better,” you said. 

“What you say?” 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you said. That didn’t seem to appease him. He stared at you. He was still as a statue. Then his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

“Bust me this nut and maybe I’ll believe you,” he said. He crooked his fingers at you. 

You took off your jacket and threw it onto the sofa next to you. You tossed your purse on top. You had chosen to wear a dress and you were so happy you did. You kept your heels on and slowly got to your knees.

You crawled across carpet. It was a short distance to his knees. He spread them as you got closer. You kept your eyes trained on him but in your peripheral, you saw his sweats tent up. 

You stopped and knelt in front of him. You rubbed his knees as he looked down at you. “Get it nice and wet for me,” he said. 

You leaned up further and started to untie his sweats. You could feel your arousal soaking your panties already. Your inner thighs tingled. You freed him and his dick twitched. You stroked him, always marveling at how it was both soft and hard. 

Precum leaked on the tip and you ran your tongue over it. You were not supposed to be attracted to dicks. They were gross. And men hardly took care of themselves as it is. But Tyrone at least cared about hygiene. His hairs tickled your nose as you sucked him in.

Tyrone groaned and threw his head back. He settled further into the chair. You grabbed his meaty thighs and took in as much of him as you could. Your loud and filthy slurping noises filled the room. Tyrone moaned and it only turned you on more. You were doing this to him. And he was loving it. 

His hands dug into your hair and gripped your head. He pulled you down further on his dick and you gagged a bit on him. You tapped his thigh twice. He let up some so that you could finally breathe. You tapped him once to let him know that you were okay now.

He continued to fuck your mouth. He once told you that he didn’t know which he loved more: filling your mouth with dick or sliding into the wet, hot heat of your cunt. Watching your eyes tear up or watching his dick disappear inside you. There were so many good options. 

“Fuck, this mouth is good for somethin’,” he said.

Your pussy fluttered at the backhanded compliment. He was such an ass. A cocky muthafucka that ain’t never been told no twice. But fuck he was delicious. The line of his neck was visible since his head was thrown back. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slack. 

You swirled your tongue around his slit while your hands worked him up and down. He twitched at the added sensation. There was enough of your spit to slide between your fingers and coat him while he drove into your mouth. 

“Naw, I wanna cum in my pussy,” he said. He stood up abruptly and picked you up under your arms. You squealed. He knows you hated being picked up like that. You were a chunky girl your whole life. You wanted to quit it, but it didn’t want to quit you. You loved your body. You’d much rather have your gorgeous ass than be stick thin. Every blue moon, your insecurities flared up. You didn’t want him to strain something trying to lift you.

He’d only tell you to mind yo’ damn business. While he proceeded to pick you up any time he wanted. Especially in the bedroom. He made it his personal mission to toss you around as much as he could. 

He dropped you onto his recliner. Your hands and knees dug unto the leather. It faintly smelled like him. Clean, earthy. Tyrone bunched up your dress in one hand. He leaned down and grabbed your ass cheeks. He wiggled them a bit and then gave it a light smack. Your pussy clenched and you moaned a little bit. 

“You know Daddy worries about you, right?” He asked. He ripped your panties and slid inside of you in one powerful thrust and your head dropped to the chair. Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. He stretched you out. You were ready for him but fuck, that sweet middle between pleasure and pain had you in a vise grip. 

You nodded to answer his questions. “I’m sorry Daddy,” you said. 

He smacked your ass, hard. You flinched and cried out. “I don’t believe you,” he said. He smacked your ass again and you nearly jumped off of the couch. 

You started to beg him to forgive you. It truly had been a mistake. “You did this shit on purpose, didn’t you?” He didn’t let you answer. He smacked your ass again and kept smacking you. Your ass was on fire. The wind from his hand was starting to hurt you more than the slap did. 

You relaxed and sagged against him. Once you were relaxed, he started to move again. He slammed into you hard and the momentum drove you into the chair. You felt every inch of him. The veins on his dick tickled the walls of your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so deep,” you said. It was like the tip of his cock pressed up against your soul. He touched that deep, aching core of you. He hit it just right and continued to hit it. Your ass slapped against his thighs. 

You didn’t know if your moans were louder or if his were. His thumbs dug into the top of your ass and you keened. 

“Yeah, that’s it. Show me how sorry you are,” he said. “Let me hear it, mama.” 

You gave him every sound you were capable of producing. Every moan and sigh. When he hit it how you liked, you made all kinds of incoherent sounds. Your body would jerk and twitch. He liked when you could barely shriek because he felt so good. 

Your hand reached down to rub your clit. You were so close. You just needed something else. Tyrone’s hand came out of nowhere to slap your ass. “Shit!” You yelled. 

Tyrone sucked his teeth and hit you again. “Move yo fuckin’ hand. Don’t touch my shit,” he said. He grabbed your wayward hand and brought it up behind your back. He bunched up your dress again and held it and your hand against your back.

He pushed into you more until your ass was the only thing in the air. He somehow slid deeper and you cried out. Your orgasm whipped through you, dragging you under and higher and inside out. Your eyes were clenched shut as you rode wave after wave.

Tyrone continued to chase his own orgasm. Your walls squeezed him and he twitched. He unloaded inside of you. He filled you up still. His hot cum pulsing inside of you. You felt a bit of him leak out and you groaned at the sensation. He stroked another few times before finally stopping and panting. 

Your erratic breaths matched his and you both tried to come down. Tyrone pulled out and you both groaned at the sensation. He spread your ass cheeks so that he could watch himself leak out of you. 

Your ass was still cresting the edge of pain. His fingers dug into it, making the pain flare in random bursts. You were so fucked out. You would have agreed to a twenty-four seven bodyguard if it meant that you never had to leave this headspace.

“You got the prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” he growled. He brought his hand up to rub along your clit and pussy. He pushed a finger inside of you and you moaned. 

“Turn over,” he said.

He helped you get off of the recliner and then position yourself on your back. He gripped your thighs and pulled you to the edge. He bent down and entered you once more. “Can’t get enough of this shit, huh? You need more don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy, fuck,” you moaned. You peeked over your boobs to watch some of him slip inside you. When he pulled out, he was coated into your juices. Glistening in the low light with it. Then he’d slide back into you and you threw your head back. 

He had your hands pinned to the armrests and your knees crooked on either side of his arms. You couldn’t touch him. And more importantly, you couldn’t touch yourself. 

“You owe me a few more,” he said. He pounded inside of you. You jerked from his powerful thrusts. Sweat gathered on his forehead. He leaned down and gave you a bruising kiss. His lips were warm and inviting. He pulled away before you could really enjoy it.

“Good girls get kisses. Yo ass been bad as fuck tonight,” he said.

That only made you wetter. He noticed and moaned. He leaned forward putting all of his weight on you. You were almost folded in half. You choked on the lack of adequate air but he was pounding into you and you just had to take it.

You had to take his thick cock however he wanted to give it to you. “Daddy, please,” you begged. You sniffled as your arousal built higher and higher. You tensed for half a second. That second seemed to stretch as you balanced on the precipice. Like a drop of water on the faucet after you turn off the water. You knew it was going to fall, it was only a matter of when.

You came with a loud scream, moaning in his ear. “Tyrone!” You yelled. He bit your neck, your shoulder, and licked away the sting. He kissed the sensitive spot below your ear. 

He came right after you. It was like you were in sync. Hot jets of cum filled you up once more. You were truly a soaked mess right now. His cum slipped out of your pussy and dribbled onto your ass cheeks. The sensation was slow and tickled a bit. 

He rubbed your sides and your thighs as you both calmed down. He nuzzled your neck. He kissed your cheek. 

“I ain’t even half done with you yet,” he said. 

You shook your head back and forth. “I can’t, Daddy,” you whined. You didn’t have the strength for another one. He lightly tapped the side of your face until you opened your eyes and looked at him. 

“Naw, you can give me some more,” he said. He leaned down and bit your ear. You shuddered and clenched around him. “Be a good girl for me and take this dick.”

You nodded. Well, when he put it that way…

He pulled out of you. Then he went back in slowly. It was going to be a long night.

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A/N: If you enjoyed this, there's more here: The Secret Tyrone Files

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[neverfindmegone]

Hi people, so I'm not a writer and I never wrote anything but my darling @pinkthrone445 is always writing the most amazing things, so I wanted to write this in her honor. Sorry if it's extremely silly and not well written but is my first try 🖤

What I can see

You and Melissa had been friends for a couple of months now. You met the red head during your first day in Abbot. You were nervous as hell to work as a teacher's aid, but you have always loved children and working with them was a dream.

At first, Melissa wasn't very friendly, she was extremely sarcastic, making fun of you every chance she got.

You still remember your first meeting, Ava had come to introduce you to the red head and you couldn't form one proper sentence, being stunned by her beauty.

- What's the matter Hon, did the cat get your tongue?

After that you started to spend more and more time with the older woman, and the intimidation you felt started to turn into a deep admiration. Being her helper was such an interesting job, the learning range was big, from teaching kids with special needs to having the number of a guy who could help you with racoon problems.

Yes. Melissa was an interesting woman and you started to fall for her more and more each day.

At first you believed to be a innocent crush, but the more you had one on one conversations, you saw that you couldn't stop thinking about what hurricane of a woman she was. Her presence, her personality, her looks, you were completely obsessed. What resulted in you finding every excuse possible to be around her all the time. You would bring her coffee, invite for lunches, drinks, movies almost every week after work.

Melissa seemed to appreciate the extra attention you gave her, sometimes you could swear you caught her staring when she thought you weren't looking.

Her bright green eyes shined when you overshared and her hands always found away to touch you, shoulders, hands, thighs.

That's how you found yourself in the current situation. Ava was giving one of her Ava speeches, and you had Melissa sitting right next to you, her arm touching yours. You were caught giving her looks from the corner of your eye, every time your skins would brush.

- Does she sound drunk to you? She whispered in your ear.

The hairs on the back of your back stood up immediately and you were frozen for a second. Her breath ghosting your skin made you feel dizzy whenever she was this close to you. Damn this woman had put you wonder a spell or something. When did you start to be so easily affected?

Melissa noticing your lack of response, shoved your arm slowly. - You okay?

- Yes, I mean no, not drunk, maybe hung over? I saw on her Insta last night, she was at the club until late.

- Club on a Wednesday? That's brave even for her. She eye rolled, looking back at the stage.

- Come on Schemmenti. You looked at her. - Can't you handle going out on a school night?

Her head snapped immediately, green eyes finding yours, nostrils inflating. You liked teasing her, it was a part of the flirting banter you had going on.

You raised both of your eyebrows challenging her. - Too old?

- Are you kidding me kid? You, me, club tonight. She said snapping, challenging you back.

- Deal, I'll pick you up at 7.

---

Later that night, you knocked on Melissa's door at 7:15. A bit late, but nothing that would bother the older lady. When the door was opened, your jaw dropped. She was wearing a tight red dress, her creamy cleavage completely in display.

You couldn't stop staring at her breasts, your breathing getting elaborated. This was definitely the rack from God.

Melissa's voice broke up you from your paralysis. - What's the matter hon? Am I over dressed?

You frowned, seeing her insecurity.

- Are you kidding me? Mel, you look... You paused, your eyes raking over her body up and down slowly. - Exquisite.

- Really? I'm not sure about this. She said entering the house, with you following. - I had other options. She gestured for you to follow her into the bedroom.

- Maybe these black jeans? She pointed to the bed, where a bunch of clothes were scattered. - I haven't been to a club in a while, I don't know what I was thinking.

You looked around seeing the mess in the room, realizing that she was probably over thinking this. You wanted nothing more than reassure her, this woman was divine, how couldn't she know that?

- No, you look perfect, I promise.

Melissa made a face, showing that she didn't believe you, she walked to the large mirror in the corner of her room, before standing there, observing herself. Her hands moved over her dress, tiding it up. - Am I too old for this?

- Melissa, please. You giggled, how did this goddess believe she was too old for anything. That's when you remember your teasing earlier, you started to feel guilty. She wouldn't have been upset over that, would she?

- Is this about earlier? You asked approaching her. - Let me show you something. You continued, moving yourself behind her in the mirror slowly, afraid to scare her away. Your desire was to prove to the woman how gorgeous she really was.

- What do you really think? She said looking at you, finding your eyes in the mirror.

You moved your hands to her hips gently, holding her in place, while making eye contact with her.

- I think you will be the hottest woman there. You squeezed her hips gently, before giving them a tap. - Come on.

Melissa huffs, before looking at you with vulnerable eyes. - Oh please.

You move closer, keeping your eyes on hers, before resting your chin on her shoulder. - I don't think you are aware of the effect you have on people. Your arms hugged her from behind while you spoke.

The older woman eyerolled. - Huf, you have to say that, you're my friend.

- Melissa stop. You moved your hands to hers, before squeezing them. - Please see what everyone can see... What I can see.

She blushed deeply. - Listen kid, I...

You moved closer in a fast manner, making her stop talking. You pressed your front against her back completely, before starting - First, look at these arms. You moved your hands up and down her shoulders gently. - They are muscular and strong.

You felt her tense up, looking at you with uncertainty. You gave her a wide smile before you felt her relaxing again, she gave you a small nod, letting you know it was okay to continue.

You shifted your hands to her stomach, stroking it with your fingertips. - Look at this waste, so gorgeous and just the right shape. Her eyes shifted to your hands movements, and her breath started to increase it's path, as she felt you caressing her skin.

- And these hips? Your hand moved down her curves, touching her more intimately now, increasing the pressure of your hands.

- They are so attractive, when you walk, people at school can't stop staring at them. You know when I first met you I couldn't stop thinking about your hips and thighs.

She shaked her head no. - It's true. You breathed in her ear. - You carry such power and swag when you walk, it's impossible not to look.

Her eyes starting to shine, lips quivering as she felt your hands moving to her behind. - I don't think I need to tell you about this mouth watering ass of yours, do I?

Your eyes found hers, completely black now, your hand moving up and down her butt cheeks. Your touch was maddening, Melissa was starting to tremble and you heard a small whimper scape when your nails traced her shape, teasingly.

Your face moved closer to hers, your nose brushing against her cheek, your eyes never leaving hers. - But do you wanna know my favorite? You said slowly, letting the tip of your tongue brush against her earlobe.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

Your hands roamed up her front and the red head felt like her skin was on fire, it was as if hot oil was being poured in every spot your fingers touched. Your hand stopped on her chest and you stretched your fingers to her neck, squeezing it gently.

- Y/N. She whimpered, her voice full of emotion.

Your fingers grasped her chin before turning her face to yours. - It's your face Melissa, I'm obsessed with your face. Your eyes kept drinking in hers while you spoke - Your eyes they are so green and deep. - Your smile lights up the whole room, it's contagious.

You leaned closer, letting your fingertips touch the tip of her nose - Your nose is sharp and perfect. You traced a path to her lips, observing her face deeply, like you were a painter and she was your master piece. Your fingers moved to her lips softly, the pressure light but steady.

- And your mouth, God your mouth.

Melissa held her breath, her eyes started to close, she was hypnotized by your caresses. Her eyes snapped open when she felt you pulling away. But before she could protest in disappointment you moved your hands to her breasts squeezing them roughly. You couldn't keep yourself away from them for one more second. - And these are the star of the show. You felt her nipples get hard while you played with them.

Her head fell to your shoulder before she groaned. - Fucking chirst Y/N.

You lost any self control you had left and turned her around, pressing her back against the mirror, trapping her with your hands beside her head . - Do you see it now? You asked, your eyes full of lust.

Her lack of response gave you the impression that she was uncomfortable, so you started to move away shyly. - Fuck, sorry Mel, I know we work together. Before you could finish your sentence Melissa grabbed your face and crashed her lips against yours. She was furious and putting all of her desire and longing into that kiss.

You had no idea how long she had craved this, how long she had craved you. And having your hands and whispers seducing her like that was enough to take the red head to a breaking point.

All she could see was black, her hands moved over your body frantically, squeezing every piece of flesh she could find.

You moaned feeling how dominant she had became, letting her take charge of the kiss. Your hands moved to her shoulders, clutching with force, returning all the fire the woman was giving you. You opened your mouth, accepting her tongue in. Your mind was dizzy with desire, and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning again.

- Holy fuck. You panted. You kissed for minutes, or what seemed to be hours. You couldn't get enough of her taste and she seemed to be obsessed with yours. Every time you would stop to breathe the other would pull in again with force, continuing the intense kiss. Your hands tangled in her gorgeous hair and hers groping you forcefully.

When you felt yourself close to fainting from the lack of air, you moved away from her, catching your breath so you could take a sight of what had just happened.

You moved your hand over your chest, trying to recover.

- Wow Schemmenti, I always assumed you were a good kisser but this, this is something else.

When you caught her eyes, she was still silent, chest and face red, she looked dangerous, almost a predator looking at her pray. - Mel?

She moved closer to you before shoving you in the bed savagely. You fell on your elbows harshly. - Ouch! Melissa! You said looking her with surprise.

- You had your fun seducing and playing me like pudding in your hands. Now it's my turn. She said while moving on top of you.

Her hands moved to your neck before squeezing it. - And you know something Y/N? She said while leaning in, letting her mouth hover over yours. - I don't think I want to go to the club anymore.

#Melissa schemmenti x you #Melissa schemmenti x reader #abbot elementary #Melissa schemmenti #Fanfic

[melinoelliones]

After Hours | Meliodas X Fem Reader

You had just stumbled into the Boar Hat after hours, but I bet the bartender can fix you up a little something.

2.5K Words

MINORS DNI/AGELESS BLOGS DNI/ANTI DC DNI/18+

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, spanking, filling up, masterbation, slight breath play, tears, praise

HI HI! Back with the smut hehe, sorry this was SUPER LATE. I hope the Meliodas lovers enjoy mwah mwah. I just wanna note that...

1. This is selfshippy, reader is a princess of Liones (not Elizabeth). Not beta read.

2. I tried to make sure it was similar to canon Meliodas but I think I may have slipped up a bit. I read it over in his voice so it’s not like SUPER off. We may interpret him differently.

3. I am a NEW WRITER so this may be written weird I APOLOGISE!!

SO ANYWAYS..... have fun

“SORRY GUYS THE BOAR HATS CLOSED, COME BACK TOMORROW”, a familiar voice called out from the bar, their back facing you as they continued polishing glasses.

You had just made your way over from your father, King Batra’s party he had thrown for the Sins as a thank you for another successful mission to protect Liones. Usually you’d just stay home in the palace with your sisters and the others or atleast until it was over, however Meliodas had decided to keep the Boar Hat open and stay there, so you thought, why not surprise him and keep him company?

You sneakily strolled through the tavern, taking a seat at the bar without a word. “I said the Boar Hat is clos~ ah well hello there beautiful” Meliodas gave you a smug grin, peering behind to see you sat across from him. 

“Space for one more?” you pouted, your puppy dog eyes were almost impossible for him to resist, “bars closed im afraid….. But I'm sure I can fix you up something real quick”, he caved, flashing you a quick wink before turning back to the alcohol.

Meliodas may have been a terrible cook, horrendous cook even but he could make a killer drink with absolutely anything, he also knew your taste palette particularly well and had yet to fail at coming up with a concoction you’d enjoy. And who could turn down a free drink?

You watched as the captain shook up up a drink for you, showing off along the way with a few bottle flips and tricks, “like what you see?” he joked as you rolled your eyes, attempting to hide your laughter. He was quite the show off sometimes but you adored every last second of it every time.

Placing a single kiss on the rim of the glass, the barkeep slid the dark coloured beverage in front of you. As you took a sip from the spot he kissed you hummed in glee, “oooo it's actually really good, maybe the best one so far”.

 “Aye, what kind of barkeep would I be if I couldn’t make my girl the perfect drink huh?” he shrugged, making his way out the bar over to the stools you were sat at.

As you continued to down your glass Meliodas quizzed you on your antics prior to coming over, you answered blindly, blissfully unaware that the man was now directly behind you, your back flush against his chest.

“I did miss you though, there was no chance that I’d stay in the palace till the end when I could come see you” you smiled sweetly to yourself, swirling the left over ice cubes. 

“Is that right, what did you miss about me hmm?” he mumbled against your neck, a wave of chills rushing through your body as you realised how close the guy now was to you. A pair of hands roamed freely across your chest, your tight fitted shirt making it easy for them to feel up every inch of it.

“I m~missed your erm jokes”

“Mmhmm what else?” he questioned, slithering one hand down from your chest to your lower stomach, lifting up your skirt in the process. Before you could muster up a response Meliodas ran his fingers along your slit before creating small circles on your clit, the friction from your underwear across it making you yearn for more. 

“Hey hey, I asked you a question didn’t I? What else did you miss about me tonight?” he teased, increasing the pressure on your sensitive clit as you cursed beneath your breath.

As you pondered for a second, Meliodas inched your newly damp underwear to the side, sliding your lips apart to reveal how wet you already were. “Well would you look at that” he smirked, using your own precum to ease two fingers into you, “you’re already drenched for me, I haven’t even started yet”. 

You yelped softly as he re-asked you the question that had completely slipped your mind, “Go on princess, you missed…..?”. 

” I~er missed your umm company?” you winced, lost for answers as he pushed his digits knuckles deep into your soaking cunt before curling them to find the sensitive patch. Your body naturally twitched as he found it, letting him know exactly what to pay attention to.

You melt into his touch, hips rocking into his fingers as he sped up, his palm pressing against your semi-swollen bud adding to the pleasure. 

The guy allowed his free hand to make work of your neglected breasts, skimming it under your form-fitted shirt as he kneaded your already hard nipples between his fingers, “Is that right? Did you miss this too? Me feeling you up?”. 

You could feel the blood rushing to your lower stomach as he focused on the growing spot inside of you, your hips rolling into his fingers, your moans soft but sloppy due to the overload of stimulation, “Meliodas p~please I-” 

“I know I know” he smirked, trailing a few small kisses on the nape of your neck.

“Hold your breath for me okay?”

Doing as told you took in a small breath, the barman deepened the curls of his fingers whilst the other hand twisted your nipples as you squirmed. You clung to your seat, the sound of him sliding in and out of you like music to his ears, “And out” he commanded.

The heat in your stomach was at its peak, you tried to steady your breathing as you could feel yourself reaching the end, “could ya hold your breath again love”. 

Taking in another breath you threw your head back against his chest “now cum for me, right here on this stool” he urged, scissoring his digits deeper inside you, his palm swiping against your clit harshly, your muffled whimpers and whines keeping him going. 

Your body twisted and turned in the stool as you came, coating his fingers completely as your thighs squeezed together around the guy's hand, yet he kept his pace allowing you to long out every second of your peak. Your chest tightened slightly as you remembered you were holding your breath, “You can breathe now my love” Meliodas chuckled.

Your breathless body fell back against him whilst you caught your breath, his warmth calming you down as he slid out his fingers, “well would you look at that, you did so well. Why dontcha clean these off for me too?” he asked, you could almost hear the smirk on his face as he showed you his fingers, they were almost dripping in your release.

In between breaths you rolled out your tongue, allowing him to slip them into your mouth, “that’s it” he cooed watching you suck yourself off them, your tongue weaving along them taking it all in before he pulled them away. He wanted to be the first to taste your sweet juices but you just looked too perfect with his fingers in your mouth.

You guys stayed as you were for what felt like a few minutes whilst you cooled off, he gave you nothing but sweet kisses before helping you off the bar stool. The alcohol conveniently started to take effect as you hit the ground, your cheeks burning up as you bent yourself over one of the tables in front of you.

Meliodas crept up behind you as you left your exposed ass in the air, your underwear completely doused and on display. You felt his clothed lower half meet yours, his needy cock poking through the layers of fabric separating you both. 

Trailing a hand up your trembling thigh he sniggered, “so was that all you missed? Or did you miss my cock in that pretty little cunt of yours hmm?”. 

You nodded, grinding back on it as he groaned, he needed to be in you so bad, fucking you sensless over this table, but he had to hold out. “I need you to say it, tell me what the princess wants” he huffed, feeling himself growing against your soiled underwear which was now seeping through his own pants.

“P~Please Meli I need you, please fuck me” 

“That's what I like to hear, such a needy princess” he cooed, taking in the sopping sight before him as he slipped your panties down to your ankles. “I’ll fill you up real good okay?” he reassured you whilst sliding down the band of his trousers, you watched as he freed his throbbing cock, biting your lip as you knew what was coming.

He may have been a small guy height wise but he wasn’t lacking in that area by any means, the girth alone always took you by surprise, wondering how your body always managed to accommodate such a thing.

Planting a firm hand on your hip he eased you back, gliding his cock along your slick folds before sliding the tip in. “F~fuck” was all he managed to get out as you inhaled sharply, clawing at the wooden table beneath you, the sheer size of him pushing out all the breath from your body.

“Cmon, you can take it” he assured you, pulling you back onto him, planting himself fully inside you, your walls slowly trying to adjust to it.

“Y~You’re so fucking tight, and so warm” he trembled as you conformed to his size.

You felt the barmans calloused hand travel up the curve of your back to your neck, then across to your jawline. With a slight tug he pulled your head, your needy eyes meeting his as your back arched completely. He placed a single peck on your forgotten lips before helping you back onto the table, “You’re doing so good for me”.

Setting his hands back onto your bare hips he pulled out almost completely before shoving himself back in, making sure to bottom out inside, “s~so big” was all you managed to choke out as he hit your sensitive spot with pure force.

He continued to drive himself in and out of your cunt, each motion being more intense than the last, making sure to hit your sweet spot every time. He knew you both wouldn’t last very long but he was determined to make the most of what y'all had. Hearing your little squeals each time he crashed into you making him crave your words. 

“I wanna hear your voice, I need to hear how good I make you feel” Meliodas panted continuing his strides, his balls swiping your swollen bud with each one, he wanted nothing more than for your moans to ring though the empty tavern. 

“Oh fuck, FUCK baby please, don’t stop” you desperately cried out as he spanked you, it was almost as if that brought your voice back. The sting adding to the intense wave of pain and pleasure swirling around inside your body, he felt so good but it hurt so bad. 

“That's what I wanna hear, cmon now, I wonder how the King would feel knowing that his daughter likes to be fucked like a common whore over a bar table by a little ole Bartender”

“Oh, did you like that? You like being called a whore while I fuck you like this, how unladylike” he grinned as he felt you close around him, so much so that he let out his own moan followed by a few curses. 

As you attempted to lift yourself off the table you caught a glimpse of your reflections in the fogged up window, a familiar dark purple mark drawing in your full attention. The man fucking you was no longer your sweet little barkeep, this was the Demon King's first son in all his glory. 

You now understood why he was being so vulgar and rough, it's not as if you didn’t love this but you were surprised that your neediness would result in him letting his demon side show.

“See what you do to me? I can’t even keep myself in human form” he sighed jokingly spanking you a second time, watching as a dark red hand mark slowly pulled itself to the surface of your ass whilst you let out all types of profanities.

You could feel you were at your limit, the scales were at a tipping point and you knew it would spill over any second. 

“Meli, I’m s~so close”, you choked out between strokes, your walls closing in on his piece as your body gave in.

“Go on, cum on this cock”

That was all the motivation you needed to hear, you felt Meliodas grab one side of the table as you came, your walls tightening causing a temporary halt to his movements, “that's it, paint my cock white”.

Meliodas longed out his thrusts to allow you to enjoy your orgasm, your pussy creaming around him coating his shaft completely. 

Before you had time to catch your breath Meliodas plunged into your sensitive core, your knees buckling ever so slightly trying to regain some strength, “cmon you can hold out for me”.

Tears trickled down your heated cheeks as the guy rutted into you mercilessly, all thoughts and words vanishing with each thrust leaving you a whining mess. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good” he grunted, giving you all the praise you deserved. 

Only you could treat him like this, the only one who ever made him feel this good, he was in a trance when in you.

His cock twitched inside of you as his grunts filled out the room, he was almost at his breaking point and you knew it. “I c~can’t Meliod-”, “uh uh uh, yes you can”, he hushed you, knowing your tired body would give way at some point.

After a few more clashes with your sweet spot he came, smearing your sore walls with his seed as you constricted around him once again, milking his cock clean into your aching cunt. 

The warm liquid was being plugged in by him before he lazily pulled out, “you took everything out of me, good girl”.

You panted as you felt both of your releases ooze out and down your inner thigh, Meli just stood back enjoying watching your body naturally push it out while fixing his pants. 

“F~Fuck you look so hot like that, maybe I should fill you up more often. Could be a bit risky though” he joked, using his forefingers to push it back into you.

Meliodas slipped you into his arms from the table, not letting you use any of the little energy you had left in you to move, leaving your underwear at the table's base. 

He watched as your tear stained cheeks hit his chest, your eyes struggling to stay open, but you did manage to notice that he was back to his regular self.

“S~Sorry about the mess” you yawned, knowing that everyone would be arriving back to the Boar Hat soon, “Don’t worry about that, let's just get you to bed”, he whispered, planting a simple kiss on your forehead.

 His only priority was you, and he knew as long as you were taken care of, everything was fine. He couldn’t care less about the others, so much so that he had failed to mention to you that he may or may not have seen a few sin shaped shadows on the other side of the tavern door moments before you came. But that story would be for another day.

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[normal-internet-user]

sibling reader is so fun! youre such a good writer!! what if sibling reader tried to sneak out? what would the brothers and spilnter do?

OOOH YES!!

BAYVERSE WHEN TEEN READER SNEAKS OUT

So,

You decided to sneak out huh?

Probably to go meet some friends after curfew right?

The only issue is, you got caught,

(Like an amature)

Probably by Leo, (Or Donnie)

Now, you have to face the consiquences of your actions.

Leo will be very disspointed in you,

They don't have many rules, curfew being one of the very few important ones.

Honestly, I don't think Raph would really care about the whole, "Out past curfew" thing,

He'll just be upset you tried to lie about it,

He values honesty alot, so you lying right to their faces is kinda upsetting.

Donnie is extremely worried about you,

Where did you go?

What were you doing?

Who were you with?

Did anything happen?

He'll lecture you on the dangers of a dark New York and how you'll be able do go out late at night when you're older, and more mature.

Mikey literally does not understand the issue.

I mean, come on, they snuck out when they were your age,

So why's it such a big deal?

He kinda just think Leo's being a bit over bearing.

Leo 100% give you the "I'm not mad, just dissapointed" talk.

And you most likely earned yourself a while in the hashi.

Splinter is obviously worried and wants to know where you were,

He won't be as forceful with the interrigating as he was with the boys when they used to sneak out, (Privilages of the of the favorite child)

But he will get it out of you eventually.

Oh, and Leo will most definitly ground you for a while,

Nothing to bad,

Maybe a week or so of cleaning the dojo and other chores.

They'll definitly keep a closer eye on you for a while,

Just to make sure you learned your lesson.

(Mikey is totally going to teach you how to sneak out without getting caught, he'll even cover for you while you're gone.)

.........................................

This one is kinda bad, but I'm low on motivation, 🥲

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #platonic x reader #bayverse x sibling reader #teen reader #tmnt bayverse #teenage mutant ninja turtles bayverse #tmnt 2014 x reader #leonardo x reader #raphael x reader #donnie x reader #mikey x reader #master splinted x child reader #master splinter x reader #master splinter

[nichoskittycorner]

Serving the CEO (A K Smut)

>> K is a big-name CEO for a company, big scary man who usually has a flat expression and isn't much for fun. That is until he meets his new secretary (Y/N), and opens up in new ways -

>> Sub!K, CEO!K, body worship (specifically thighs), secretary!reader, blowjob, Dom/Mommy dom!reader, a bit of bondage, orgasm denial, cum facial

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: There’s probably gonna be a part two to this tbh cause the sub!K brain rot is still real and I have many more ideas but no more energy for now… like fr I had this part finished for like a month and wouldn't touch it for some reason wtf. This was planned to be posted on his bday too but ha… writer's block is crazy. So happy late bday K (I'm sorry I'm like this)

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    Working for a big-name company as a secretary was never on your dream job list. If anything, you thought it silly and way too tiring for the money it was worth. Especially after finding out your position was the direct secretary of the CEO of said company. 

  On day one, you had promised to make your best impression- even if you hated the work, these bills needed to be paid somehow. So you dressed up in your best business wear, put on a pair of cute but still professional heels, and marched out the door. 

  Maybe heels weren't the best idea since you had to take the bus to work and ended up standing the whole time. Leaving your legs already sore by the time you made it to your orientation on the top floor. 

  You still put on your best smile as you were introduced to the team, and your duties, given a tour of the building, and even met him. 

  He goes by Mr.K and it wasn't hard to tell he was the man in charge. Tall, large, and yet graceful and beautiful. His essence oozed refined and high class and eyes were always drawn to him when he walked in.

  It was only in passing as your tour passed into the break room. The woman helping you couldn't help but chuckle and lean in to whisper. "Yep, that's the boss around here. But if you think you have a chance with him, lower your expectations." 

  "Woah, who said that's what I was thinking?" She rolled her eyes but in a way to say 'Here we go again'. Clearly having seen this set up countless times before and had to explain what was already known. 

  "Because he's not like that. He's not receptive to flirting and doesn't care for relationships. Not even flings. Simple enough?" 

  You nodded, still a little taken aback that she assumed that about you. He was a pretty man and you were just admiring him! You were too busy for relationships yourself anyway. 

  The tour continued without a hitch, leading you to your work desk right outside of Mr.K's office. Giving your final thanks and farewell to your tour guide, you were finally alone.

  Slumping back in your seat and peeling your heels off. The pain in your feet was intense and finally having a break was a miracle. 

  As you attempted to lay your burning feet on the cold floor, they were instead met by something fluffy. Pulling your legs up to your chest on instinct. 

  Was that some animal?!? Checking under your desk, you found a pair of fluffy slippers. This was puzzling. Did the last person here leave them by accident? Doing a little more clue hunting, you noticed they were brand new, the tag still attached- and a note on your desk. 

  Welcome to the team. You can wear these on this floor. Take care. ~Mr.K 

  Oh! So they were a welcoming gift from your boss, how kind of him! Without another thought, you removed the tag and placed the slippers on your feet. 

  After a good stretch, you logged into your computer and pulled up the systems you'd be working in. Now more comfortable, you could get started on your work- not that you were looking forward to it but at least you were comfortable. 

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   You had fallen into a constant routine with ease. And even if the work was busy, you found it comforting in a way. Especially because your boss wasn't a complete hardass like you heard through the grapevine. 

  Whispers and rumors of him having a heart made of ice or just being a very reserved person were commonplace. But for some reason, you didn't feel that way about him. 

  He would always say hello to you and thank you for your help. His dark eyes seemed to sparkle when he laid them upon you. He treated you to lunch all the time, got you coffee in the morning, and even helped you carry heavy files or materials when he could. 

  Little things like that made your job so much easier. And considering you had to be glued to his side almost all the time, it was a godsend. Even if he was more on the quiet side, he was still nice company. 

  His kindness didn't stop there though. If anything, you started to get a bit nervous with his gestures. For example, you had been late because of your bus. You rushed in frantically to make it to your post. 

  Nearly tripping over yourself as you made it to your station: Only to find Mr.K pacing back and forth in front of your desk. The relief that flooded his face to see you was immediate. His shoulders sagged before he straightened up and approached you. 

  "Y/N! Where have you been?" In his hands, you noticed the cold coffee cup he was holding before he held it out to you. Shyly taking it with still shaky hands. 

  "I'm sorry Mr. K. My bus ran late this morning." His eyes scanned your face and body. Your appearance was a little disheveled from the rush over but you seemed unharmed. 

  He seemed to be brainstorming before patting your shoulder. His large hand nearly knocked you off balance. "Come speak to me after work. Also, go to the bathroom and freshen yourself up. I have a meeting in an hour." 

  "Yes Mr.K, I'll get right on it." 

  Well after that hiccup in the morning, the day went on as usual. Your mind was buzzing with ideas for what he was planning. 

  Once the sun set and your shift ended, you knocked on the door to his office. It wasn't uncommon that Mr.K stayed late at the office so you knew where he would be. Knocking a few times on the familiar wooden doors, you heard a quiet 'come in' from the other side. 

   You stepped inside like every time before, sauntering straight up to his desk and waiting patiently for him to notice your arrival. Which thankfully didn't take long. 

  He instantly stopped what he was doing and smiled at you. Making sure you had everything you needed before walking in silence to the parking garage across the street. 

  As much as you wanted to speak, the way his jaw was clenched had you worried he was too upset or stressed to talk. You both approached a solid black car- the only one left on the floor. 

  Without a word, Mr.K opened the passenger door and gestured for you to get in. You nearly jumped out of your skin. "W-wait Mr. K! I couldn't possibly-" 

  "Oh? Does this make you uncomfortable? Should I get you your own car instead?" Your brain was turning to mush. Getting in a car with your boss wasn't new but this was after work hours! And getting you your own car? Even more absurd! 

  "Mr. K, I couldn't possibly inconvenience you with either-" 

  "It's not an inconvenience to make sure my secretary gets to and from work safely." His tone was firm and reassuring. But you'd ultimately agree. 

  No need to get your head in the clouds, he was just doing this so he wouldn't be unorganized. If you helped manage his days, it makes sense he would keep you close. It's that simple. 

  So now your boss picked you up and dropped you off from work to home. It was scary at first, Mr.K was a big guy. And you could never tell what he was thinking. But you soon loosened up after spending so much time with him. 

   Little things like his music taste or the little happy dance he did he got his morning coffee when he thought you weren't paying attention. Mr.K was actually quite jovial and youthful in spirit sometimes. 

 You especially found yourself fixing his hair or wiping crumbs off his face before he could get to them. His cheeks puffy as he smiled when you did so. It was worlds apart from his stoic presentation at work. 

   Unexpectedly, you'd see another side of him too not long after this. 

  It was rare that you were sick. But when you did, it was always really bad. It's so bad that you had to stay home from work for a few days. Calling out and just praying your replacement wouldn't cause Mr.K additional stress. 

  All throughout the day, you kept getting his texts about meetings and what you wanted for lunch- only to get a reminder text back that you were at home sick. 

  You could almost hear the giant sulking through the messages with every 'Oh, sorry.' It was almost like talking to a puppy. But you needed to rest, so you put your phone on silent, curled up into your blanket, and went about your day. 

  It was already night when a knock sounded. You were tired with a fever and thus, the interruption annoyed you. But the knocking didn't stop for long, even after several minutes. 

  Forcing yourself out of bed, you made it to the door and checked the peephole. It must have been a hallucination from the fever- because why was your boss here?!

  Trying to write it off as just a vision only lasted shortly as he started talking. "Y/N, it's me, Mr.K!" 

  Ah great. You could've just walked away and gone to sleep. But you opened the door against your better judgment. 

  There he stood, in all his beautiful glory- wrinkled suit, messy hair, tear-stained face, and a basket in his hands. He looked almost as bad as you! 

  "Mr.K?! What are you doing? What happened to you?" He said nothing and gestured inside. 

  Once you were inside with him, he took a seat on your couch and handed you the basket. Filled with all sorts of treats and medicines. You were blown away by the gesture. 

  "Woah, Mr.K this is too sweet!-" 

  "Just K, please." His gaze was so soft as he took in your sick state. Like you were already so weak and would break with a gust of wind. He dug into the basket and pulled out a thermometer and some medicine. 

  Wordlessly taking your temperature and administering some medication to you. Why was he taking care of you all of a sudden? 

  Once he had you drink some water, he readjusted your blanket. Before doing the unexpected and resting his head on your thighs. His face sunk into the squishy flesh and he sighed in relief. 

  "Wait M- I mean K! You'll get sick too!" But he ignored the plea and just sank in further. Your plush warmth was felt through the thin sheet covering your body. Even if it was subtle, you could feel his smile. 

  "I missed you Y/n. I need you…" to get better… right?! 

  He never finished the sentence the way you thought he would. Just snuggled in deeper into your thighs, head resting on your navel, large hands wrapping around your hips so you couldn't escape. 

  And not long after, he was breathing slowly. Probably asleep in your lap in an instant. A part of you was flattered, getting your hands tangled into his soft locks. 

  Playing with the wild strands as he dozed off. Just what happened to make him look this exhausted so soon? Maybe he always was this tired and was just an expert at hiding it. 

  And he was finding what little comfort in his day-to-day life in you. He needed you to be okay, not only because you helped him as your job but because you kept him grounded. The little contact here was the first major contact after a long time for him. 

  K usually avoided getting too close to people. But he couldn't resist you. Since day one, he strove to ensure your safety and comfort. 

  He didn't know why, but you encapsulated him. His thoughts flooded with you and wanted to bend to your very words. All the little gifts, food, and even rides he's given- it's his way of serving you. 

  In his eyes, you looked at him with such a gentle tenderness. Even with his default dark expression, you greeted him with smiles and just lit his whole day up. After a month, he knew he needed you. And after about six months, you were his top priority. 

  So getting sick and staying off of work worried him as well. He texted you on purpose to make sure you were okay, even if he couldn't bring himself to ask directly. 

  As soon as the day was over he got together the best sick day kit he could think of and rushed over. It wasn't in his plans to cuddle up to you in such a vulnerable position but it must have been the exhaustion talking. 

  His body instantly relaxed upon taking in your scent. Especially from such an intimate region. And the way you melted into his touch and started playing with his hair- he hoped you felt the same way too. 

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  After recovering and returning to work, you tried to act like normal. But you couldn't help your heart from fluttering whenever he walked past. Greeting you with a warm smile as you went. 

  Well, things were really about to escalate when he called you in on your lunch break. Entering the familiar office, only the sound of your slippers scurrying across the marble floor sounded until you were standing before him. 

  K's face relaxed as he closed the laptop and pushed it aside. Scooting back and beckoning you to join him on the other side. You hesitated for a moment before complying. Walking around and standing with your back to the desk. 

  Without a word, he rested his hands on your hips and lifted you up, sitting you on the desk. Holding your legs together under your skirt, fingers tracing along the squishy flesh, and rested his head on his new pillow. 

  Using your thighs once again to comfort him as he rested. You were at work?! This was different from being home and doing this. But he was so relaxed and honestly cute like this. His brain dissolved into a mess you never would've thought it would go. 

  Your hands find their way into his hair just like before. But when you slowed down and tried to pull away, he whimpered. Whimpered. 

  "Please don't stop Mommy." 

  Your heart stirred wildly. Did he just- no no not possible! 

  When you didn't start again, he whined louder and pushed his head into your hands. Urging you to play with his hair some more. Once you came to your senses, you did as he wished. If he had a tail, it would be wagging a mile a minute. 

   30 minutes went by in no time. Once his alarm went off, he grumbled and shut it off. Peeling himself away from you hesitantly. You could see the longing in his eyes as he sat up, peeling his hands away from your legs. 

    He was tugging at your heartstrings! You giggled and fixed his hair. Rubbing your thumb along his cheek as you grabbed a tissue and wiped down his face. Helping straighten out his suit before fixing your skirt. 

  "Thank you Mommy- I mean- Y/N! Sorry!" He coughed to cover up his slip-up as his face burned red. 

  "Hehe, you know you said it earlier too, right?" K nearly exploded and tried to apologize. Oh, he didn't mean to say it out loud! You were his secretary and shouldn't have to be burdened to know he was like that- especially for you! 

   He was nearly falling on his knees, hoping you weren't planning on leaving. But you just had to play along. Because honestly, him saying that connected all the pieces for you. 

  You liked it when he called you Mommy. You liked it when he rested in your presence, using your body. How he treated you like the most precious gift to have fallen into his lap. You liked how he let you help him with little tasks like cleaning up or managing his schedule. 

  Even if he was the boss, behind closed doors, he was giving you the control. He was grateful you understood him and promised he would be good to you. He would be the best boy for you and treat you how you deserved. 

  From there, you kissed his forehead and embraced him in a hug before leaving him to get back to work. Your heart pounded endlessly as you stepped out of his office. What just happened? And what did it mean for your relationship going forward? 

   As you went home with him, you tried to stay calm. Concerned about where to go from here. Before you stepped out of the car, you turned back to see him giving you major puppy dog eyes. 

  Clearly, he was waiting for something but didn't want to say it. Watching him closely, you noticed his eyes flash down to your lips and instantly you got the message. 

  Leaning across the center console, you kissed him. It was short and sweet but he nearly evaporated. "Goodnight K." You spoke sweetly and patted his head, adding on a little 'good boy' before stepping out and heading into your home. Not knowing that he nearly creamed his pants from those words. 

  Granted, he did, just not in that moment. No, he waited until he was home before jerking himself off to every waking moment he spent with you today. The smell of your hair, the warmth of your skin, and your sweet love for him all had him shaking as he drew out orgasm after orgasm from his own dick. 

  He was intoxicated by the feeling. Twitching and moaning loudly as his cum shot out, covering his hand in the white sticky substance. He covered his eyes, hearing your whisper of 'good boy' run through his ears along with your bright smile. 

  What could he say, he was whipped. And as far as he knew, you would be playing right along with him. 

  You soon became part of his routine in a new way. Your lunch breaks were always spent together whether in or out of the office. Even on the weekends, K would come over and be with you. 

   One afternoon of innocent cuddling led to his hands freely exploring your body. Slipping under your clothes, massaging and caressing your warm skin, and sending tingles all over you. 

  At first, it was just touching while you praised him but you both couldn't resist each other. Then one day he asked to kiss you while at your home. A soft and sweet kiss quickly turned needy and heated. 

  K pulled you into his lap, slipping his hands into your pants. Whimpering into your mouth as you parted his lips with your tongue and slipped inside his mouth. He was instantly responsive. 

  You let his hands rest and play with your ass as your hips started to grind down on him. K's hips twitched and bucked, drawing out a giggle from you. "Needy already baby boy? Want me to help you?" 

  He nodded and pleaded. "Yes please Mommy, please." Of course, you had to oblige, pinning his hands above his head with one hand and pulling down his pants with the other. Kissing on his neck slowly and palming him through his pants. 

  Playfully grabbing at his hardening dick through his boxers before moving your hand into them. Your smaller hand enveloped around his cock, squeezing the warm flesh and stroking him slowly. 

  A high-pitched moan escaped his body, only adding more fuel to your veins. Moving your wrist and making him twitch and arch into your grip. 

   As cute as he was already, you wanted to see more. Taking off your shirt, you used it to tie his hands together. Once he was secure, you pushed up his own shirt, making him hold the fabric in his mouth. 

  "Be a good boy and hold onto that for Mommy, yeah?" Your hands caressed over his chiseled body. Fingers grazed his defined abs and pecks before pinching his nipples, twisting slightly as he nodded. 

  Kissing his burning skin up and down until you reached his belt line. Holding his hips firmly as you kissed and nipped at his skin. Placing kitten licks on his v-line as you marked up his skin. 

  Pulling down his pants and underwear down to his ankles, his hard cock standing stiff and long against his bare stomach. A little muffle resounded from the bound man above. 

   You let out a giggle and grabbed the base of his cock once again. Taking his tip into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around it. K struggled and tried to buck his hips but stopped when you pulled away. 

  The message was clear to him- stay still and you'll be rewarded. 

  Once he stilled, you continued. Taking more of his length into your mouth until he was all inside your throat. Making you gag on him but still holding him in. A low rumble vibrated through you, adding to the sensation. 

  Moving slowly, you pulled back until only the head of his cock was between your lips. Sucking harshly before taking him back in and speeding up the process. 

  It didn't take long before you could taste his precum. Smirking a bit as he whined and held back the urge to thrust his hips or move. 

  Removing your mouth, you replaced it with your hand and continued to jerk him off. "Ah does baby boy want to cum? Well, you've got to ask first." 

  K could only whine through his shirt as you took him back into your mouth, spit running down your chin as you continued to tease him. You knew he couldn't ask like this- if he dropped the shirt, or if he came without permission, both would end in his punishment. 

   Tears would start to run down his cheeks in frustration. Oh how badly he wanted to drop the shirt and beg for you to let him cum already. He was already full of pent-up energy coming here, he didn't like being denied. But he was a good boy, he had to be for you, so he held on. 

  It felt like hours that you edged him on. Alternating between using your mouth and hands to bring him close to his orgasm before pulling away, leaving him high and dry. 

  Well, not so dry really. His entire lap was practically covered in your saliva and precum. He twitched and whimpered loudly as you played with his balls while your mouth still worked on his cock. 

  K broke down in urgent whimpers and moans as his beautiful tears sprung from his eyes. He sobbed but continued to hold on. You could tell he was about to break as you started to taste his precum once again. 

  Pulling away this time, you reached up and took the shirt from his mouth. "You're such a good boy for me K, do you still want to cum for me?" 

  This time his sounds weren't restrained. He cried out and pleaded desperately. Oh, how your once stoic boss cried so elegantly. "Yes! Please let me cum Mommy please!" 

  You smiled and finally gave him the words he was so desperate to hear. " Where do you want it baby? Tell me." 

  He looked at you so shyly through wet eyelashes. His dark eyes held your gaze before he broke the connection, too embarrassed to look at you as he spoke. You chuckled as he burned more red in the face. 

  "Y-your face, please Mommy." 

  You gave him a nod of approval before untying his hands and guiding them to your hair. Holding one of them and stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. 

  Wrapping your lips back around his throbbing cock and speeding up your movements. Ignoring the gagging each time his tip hit the back of your throat to bring him to completion. 

  Once he started to plead and grip down on your hair tight enough to make you flinch- you pulled back and jerked him off with your hand. Aiming his dick at your face as got ready to finish him off. 

 "Look at me baby boy. Watch as you make Mommy pretty." His eyes peeled open as he obeyed. Watching as he shook wildly, his dick twitching before his cum shot out. 

  Decorating your face in thick ropes of white as he panted and moaned loudly. His hips jerked as he finally got his release. 

  Your strokes slowed down as you took him and let him ride out his orgasm. "Oh good boy K! That's Mommy's good boy, yeah?" You praised him as he shuttered and whimpered as he came down from his high. 

  Once his breathing steadied, you kissed his hand before moving up to his lips. His glazed-over eyes looked at you, a silly smile on his face. 

  You kissed his cheek before reaching over for your shirt to wipe off his mess but was stopped when he grabbed your wrist. Pulling you into his lap and holding your face. Licking his cum up from your face in long strokes. 

  Your body lit up as he wordlessly worked. Cleaning you up without being asked made your heart skip a beat. Lacing your fingers into his hair, you cradled his face and played with his hair. Whispering praises to him as he finished up. 

  Finally, when you were clean, he buried his head in your shoulder. "Are you alright? Was I too mean?" 

  He shook his head and chuckled. "No, no, it was great." He gave you a smile and kissed your lips, his slender fingers drawing circles into your hip as he drifted off. 

  This was admittedly nice. You knew things would be different from now on. He was still your boss after all and now you weren't sure how you would be able to act normally in the office on Monday…

#corner thoughts #&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours #&team smut #andteam smut #&team x reader #&team #&team drabbles #&team k #andteam k #&team k smut #andteam k smut #Sub!K

[gurugirl]

I love stepdad Harry! Always brings a smile to my face when i see youve posted (guilty pleasure yum). Thank you for the last one!

but i cannot get enough of stepmom reader. You’ve made that one into something really special. In fact I told someone about it last week and they were like ~ nope. Not into stepmom stuff or older yn. Nope ~

but then guess what? they wound up reading it and binged all three parts and admitted to me that they were wrong 😂 I’m like ‘yeah I know’

just wanted to share that with you! Your stepmom fic is so shockingly good (not shocking bc you’re not a good writer, shocking bc it’s a trope most of us were not interested in) that it’s quickly become my top 5 all time favorite.

i cannot wait for part 4! I adore them and you so much. Do you have any idea when part 4 will come out? Any sneaky???

ps.. sorry for the weird capitalization stuff going on there. My phone decided when to capitalize randomly and I’m too lazy to fix.

A Good Boy sneak peek under the cut below!

🥹 thank you so much, babe. Really glad you liked the stepdad!harry from yesterday! That was a quick little fun thing to write.

As for stepmom!reader - wow! I really love that you're liking it so much and talking about it with other people and that your friend changed their mind 😂 Seems to be the theme for that fic. So many of y'all didn't think you'd like it based on the trope alone but I'm surprised that you guys did enjoy it anyway! Makes me smile.

So, I'm almost done with part 4. I think I can have it out by Thursday? Maybe? I'm super busy today (well, busy for me LOL) and gonna try to write but I've also got something I'm working on that someone paid me to write so I'm prioritizing that. Thursday at the earliest I'll post part 4 but I'll let y'all know.

And the random capitalization? My phone does the same. 😂 The words can't, can, and don't often get capitalized in the middle of sentences and it's a crapshoot on when the beginning of a sentence will be capitalized or not. I need to turn it off so it just leaves everything lowercase. So no judgement from me!

Sneak peek below !! (just remember this is literally copied from the word doc I'm writing in and hasn't been proofread or edited so some changed may be made before I post part 4)

Y/n was wearing her newly altered peach silk dress. The alterations were simple. The straps and hem were adjusted and the back column was dropped down a bit to drape to her low back. Her strappy nude heels were well-worn but comfortable because she was just simply not in the mood to wear the stiff, new heels she’d just bought.

The estate of Rebecca Manera was impressive. Probably equally as impressive as Leonardo Styles’. Most of the guests had already arrived by the time the Styles’ walked through the front door a little late.

Leo scolded Y/n for taking so long to get ready and making them run behind but in all honesty, she didn’t give a fuck. They could be half an hour late. No one would care. Why rush to go to a party? It’s not like they needed to clock in and earn a paycheck.

“It’s rude, Y/n. That’s why it matters. You’re so goddamn rude sometimes. You only think about yourself.”

She turned sharply to look at her husband in shock. That was the first time he’d ever said such a thing to her. Normally he had no opinion on how she conducted herself. She was chronically late. Yes, she could admit that was a flaw in her character but she was on time when it really counted. But to get so worked up over a party? And to insult her on top of it?

That had set the whole mood for the night. And now she was even more suspicious about this Rebecca.

But when Rebecca did make her appearance and introduced herself to Y/n she was taken aback. The woman had to be in her 50s. She was pretty, sure, but not quite Leo’s type. If Y/n were any sort of indicator of a type.

Servers walked around with trays and served the couples in attendance. There were only ten couples there as well as Rebecca’s two daughters, Y/n learned. Quite the intimate affair really.

Leo brought a glass of wine to Y/n as she chatted with Mrs. Topman (she never learned her first name, as the woman literally introduced herself as Mrs. Topman).

“Here you are darling.” His green eyes shined down at her before searching the room casually. She was on to Leo. But she found it odd that the woman he was with in the Hamptons was Rebecca. She was intrigued.

She watched Rebecca mingle and sip wine and laugh and there was nothing there that made Y/n think Leo would be interested in her sexually. But maybe that was it, Y/n thought to herself as she cocked her head to the side watching the woman speak boisterously. Maybe it wasn’t sexual. Maybe it was a woman he felt a deeper connection with than he did with Y/n. Perhaps it hadn’t started sexual but led there.

The snack table was set up with decadent treats. Y/n picked up a toast smeared with something pink, topped with heart-shaped tomatoes on top as she scanned the room for Leo, wondering where he’d gone off to. It hadn’t been that long but knowing about Rebecca being with him made things feel like she was in some kind of true crime detective story and was trying to get to the bottom of a mystery. Though there was no crime being committed, she could entertain herself with that thought.

“Are you enjoying your time tonight?”

Y/n turned her sight to Rebecca who was next to her picking up the same toast with pink schmear.

“It’s amazing. Your home is so lovely, Mrs. Manera,” she smiled and noted the woman’s massive diamond ring in addition to her massive diamond wedding ring.

“Why thank you. Phineas has put in so much work to make this large shell into a lovely cozy home.”

Y/n nearly spat her bite out. The home was anything but cozy.

“It’s incredible. Where is Mr. Manera tonight?”

“Oh, just over there,” she pointed to a man in tweed with thick black-framed glasses, “You haven’t met yet?”

Rebecca led the way as Y/n walked in her wake to meet Mr. Manera. She had still not spotted her own husband.

“Phineas, dear, this is Mrs. Styles. Leonardo’s wife.”

The man held his hand out, “Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Styles.”

“Likewise. You can call me Y/n.”

 “Well, Y/n. We’re happy to have you here. Where’s Leo anyway? Haven’t seen him.”

Turning around quickly to look over her shoulder she shrugged and faced the man and his wife again, “Not sure actually. I haven’t seen him in a bit myself,” she laughed. And before she could even think about what she was implying she spoke to Rebecca, “But I’m sure you’ve seen enough of him since you saw him in the Hampton’s this weekend.”

Rebecca and Phineas’ smiles dropped as they looked at one another and then back to Y/n, “I haven’t been to the Hamptons in over a decade. Are you sure you’re not mistaking me for Parker? Our daughter? She was just there all weekend with her girlfriends.”

A Good Boy Masterlist

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#harry styles #firstpost #ask #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fan fiction #sneak peek #harry styles x yn #harry styles x y/n #harry styles writing #stepmom!reader

[cnnmonbimee]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @milkteamoon thanks for the tag milk <33

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 28! Which isn't that much but I never thought I would write that much to begin with :D!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 115,038 I wish to write more this year since I was in a slump last year 😤

3. What fandoms do you write for? Most of my fics are JSHK, but I've written a Hyouka fic for a zine and an (unexpectedly) x reader fic for The Ssum. I have two original works there too though!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

..Everything? (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (1,695 words) kudos: 113

Two Lips, with hues of cherry and honey. (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (4,936 words) kudos: 102

Reason For Another Tomorrow (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (14,236 words) kudos: 89

Just Like Us (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (3,797 words) kudos: 79

Bright as helios, Beautiful as anthos, a True Helianthus (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (10,055 words) kudos: 67

Honestly speaking, '...Everything' isn't my favourite and isn't my best either, so I have no idea why it's there 😂 The others are probably because they're long enough to be there, but I do like seeing Tulips, Just Like Us, and the Bridge fic being there.

5. Do you respond to comments? I usually do! and I, myself love to leave comments! Most of my inbox are filled with replies to the comments that I wrote instead! I like interacting with both my readers and other writers :>

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? The only thing that came to mind is Tulips. The first chapter ended hopeful and the second was sad xd Though, I wouldn't really say it's angsty! It's more to bittersweet I think. I have another lesser-known fic that has, not really angsty, but the ending was a little messed-up xD

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my fics have happy endings since I usually write fluff.... I think...

8. Do you get hate on fics? Never yet! I was a bit scared when I posted tsunene fics and even moderated the comments xD but no one ever left anything mean there!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Very very mildddddd in my opinion. And I rarely write smut because I'm shy (pfftt) The only ones I have was for tsunene and they were only making out;; another one is something that I just posted yesterday as a ficlet. If I ever want to seriously write one day though, maybe something sweet like vanilla. I'm a simple person u_u . And I like it when it involves feelings <3

10. Do you write crossovers? I never thought of writing crossovers :0 they aren't really my thing. But I do think they're fun for crack though!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No, i think?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nopee I don't think my fics are widely known to have them translated Xd but who knows, maybe one day!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Noooooo someone co-write with me someday :);;;;

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Hananene, of course!!! You won't really get any other answer from me u-u I do wish to be more diverse in the future though! And I did entertain in the idea of writing threesome like hananenetsuka or hananenekou but never actually did it ;;;

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Everything in my never-ending wip list u_u Some of them are big fics that I'm itching to write but never have the time.

16. What are your writing strengths? I'm good at writing feelings, I think? I haven't done any self-evaluation lately. Oh but I really love metaphors!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I usually have a hard time to make my writing more descriptive. Sometimes they feel too bland u_u and since English isn't my first language, some of the dialogues don't sound natural and casual like I wanted it to be.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I never thought of this before and don't know if the fics I'll ever write have the settings for this xd

19. First fandom you wrote for? JSHK is what really got me into fanfiction. Before that I always have this impression that fanfics are usually /reader only, which I'm not really fond of (Should have discovered more!!) I started as an avid jshk fics reader, and never thought of writing my own to be honest! Love the fact that I tried <3 it's why I'm here.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Wahhh I think my most recent favourite is A beautiful heart like yours (is mine to hold), which is a fic I wrote for Tsunene Week 2023. I think it's my most well-written piece :') it's the only one that I don't get icky feelings when rereading it. Others are 'The Reason for Another Tomorrow', also known as codename: Bridge fic, and the first ever fic I've written for the fandom, If I Were The Moon, Would You Be My Sun?, which isn't my best writing but has a really special place in my heart <3

Thanks for the tag Milk <3 I'm just tagging whoever I have in mind so don't feel obligated to do it! This is just for fun <3 @voidjelli @insipidenvy @miss-sternennacht @thatsrightdollface @doughnutboii @krispyt @wingsonghalo @etheralisi @kawff33 @kinkymoonaf

#hime menulis #ao3 #my fics have very long titles it's a toxic trait #hananene #tag game

[niakku]

okay here's an unfinished mindbreak fic that I don't think I'm ever going to finish but I wrote it thinking of 90s era them but it could also be late 80s

ships are bosselot and bbkaz ofc, maybe ocelhira?? but not really bc ocelot dosnt like Kaz, he's just breaking him for bb's enjoyment, though I was going to write them all having a fun time together

and please feel free to critique me, im a much worse writer than I am an artist 😭

“ Fucked him up just how you like it.” The Russian says with a grin, mighty proud of the work he's done on their ‘old friend’.

Snake looks at him, amused, a fire flickering alive behind his dim eye. He goes over to take a closer look at Ocelot's handiwork. 

As expected, it's one of the best, if not the best. Crafted, or rather whittled with delicate fingers, A good eye for attention, and near impossible patience. Snake wouldn't expect anything less from his infallible friend.   

“ Fuck…” Snake hisses under his breath, he couldn't help but lap his tongue over his incisors. Like a beast preparing for a bountiful meal.

Ocelot's smile grows, his eyes narrowing so slightly in accordance, Hands hidden behind his back. “ Come on, unwrap your gift.” He urges, putting a hand on Kaz's head, grabbing a handful of hair that had grown so long over the years, past his waist now. Untidy and flowing over the man's shoulders without the restrictions of a tie. Ocelot runs his fingers through it, the man moans. 

One step forward and the blonde bucks. Screaming and moaning around his gag. Like a puppy wagging its tail.

“ He knows you're here, from scent alone.” Ocelot says, pride apparent in his grin. He smooths his hands over Kazuhira’s shoulders, but the man doesn't calm, frantic. 

“ What did you do to him?” Snake asks, not an ounce of concern in his voice. He asks as though their friend was some kind of remodeled car with new bits and pieces to explore, And Ocelot just loved to explain its features, he loved seeing the reactions it provoked from Snake, the tent forming in his pants. If only it were for him.

“ I just trained him. Y’know I'm good at handling mutts.” Ocelot says, fingers dancing across the blonde's shoulder blades, nimble fingers pressing into the edge of a plain black collar, the skin around it creasing and turning angry shades of red and purple, a few loops too tight.

Ocelot digs his finger in-between and tugs, The blonde goes quiet. 

“ God. C'mere kitty.” Snake says. Ocelot rises with an interested purr, walking over the blonde. He takes one long stride and lowers himself on his knees in front of Snake, just like how he was trained to. 

 “ You're so fucking good for me.” Hearing the words from Snake's mouth makes Ocelot rub his face against his crotch in worship and thanks. Like a prideful cat soaking up its owner's praise. Leaning into Snake's fingers when it weaves into his hair before it's softly tugged upwards, a silent command that Ocelot immediately acts on, rising to his feet and wrapping his arms around Snake's broad shoulders. 

Snake grabs the Russians exceptionally thin waist, fingers fitting perfectly in the curves, he's yanked closer,“ Boss.” Ocelot moans. Snake grinds their hips together, Ocelot could feel his hardness rubbing into him. It doesn't help the dampness in Ocelots pants that had begun even before they entered the room, But he has to refrain from it as much as he liked the idea of Snake taking him right there and then, It wouldn't be the first time he's preferred to watch. 

Snake leans forward, and without a word Ocelot closes the gap. As most their kisses go their teeth gnashes against each other before their lips latch together, Ocelot rolls his tongue out allowing for the other man to press into it with his own, Their tongues dance in a predetermined battle of dominance which only serves to remind Ocelot of who he belongs to.

When they pulled away a thin line of saliva connects their bruised lips, moist and swelling. “ Come on now,  you can thank me later, I want to see you play with your gift.” the graying blonde chirps, pulling away.

Big boss takes a good look at Kazuhira as Ocelot steps to the side, standing straight and attentive to his boss’ reaction. 

The older man breathes sharply through his teeth, huffing as he takes the scene in, eyes scanning it thoroughly. Definitely nothing he’d ever expect Kazuhira to be in. Bound with rope, his arms are tied behind him, legs folded, ankles tied to his knees. He was sitting on the ground, body adorned with lines and bruises from paddles to whips. His cock encased in a metal cage, engorged against its restraints, Snake notes the way it pulses every step he gets closer to the blonde. 

Once Snake was standing right in front of him, crotch to face, Kazuhira takes the air in with feverish hunger, chest heaving. Snake digs his fingers into the man's matted hair, tipping his head backwards, observing the ear muffs, blindfold and gag. 

The blonde melts into his touch, Snake chuckles, reaching down to unclasp the gag. 

Usually, Kaz would spit it out followed by a barrage of insults, however now he stays still, unmoving albeit the trembling as Snake unsheathes the gag, only realizing then it was cock gag. 

“ Nice touch.” He comments, looking at Ocelot who sat in a corner of the room observing him, “ Only the best for you.” The Russian replies, a twinkle in his eyes as he leans forward, chin rested in his palms.

The gag falls to the floor with a sloppy wet sound, a puddle of saliva spreading beneath it. Kaz heaves and chokes, spit pouring out of him but he fights through it despite his body's protest. “ Boss! Is that you boss?!-- Hah… I'm sorry for what I did– Boss please! ” He begs, voice sounding slightly slurred.

 Snake gives a wanton chuckle. His cock was loving this. He takes a fistful of Kazuhiras hair and forces his head forward until his lips are pressed against his throbbing cock. Kazuhira takes another hungry breath of air through his nose, exhaling with a tremble. He fights the urge to open his mouth around it.

“ Turned him into a cockhungry slut too?” Snake raises a brow, and the look Ocelot gives him, face scrunched like a cunning cat, is enough of an answer. But the Russian speaks anyway, “ like I said, I broke him just how you like it. He'll worship your dick without a word.” The man purrs. 

Snake turns his attention back to Kazuhira, Making quick work of his ear muffs and blindfold, They fall to the ground without much grace. To the commanders surprise, His face wasn't as beat up as his body where he couldn't trace a patch of skin that did not overlap with a bruise or a scar.

Snake looks at him, breath caught in his throat. 

His eyes are glossed over, trying to squint themselves shut to protect them from the harsh fluorescent lights. Yet he keeps them open, unblinking despite the twitches in his muscle to stare in reverence at his boss.  

“ B-Boss…” He croaks, blinking away the tears working overtime to shield his sensitive eyes from the crass light. 

Snake gives him a tight lipped smile, Yeah he looked broken all right, The glaciers in his eyes once as blue as the sky with the light of a million stars in them, now dulled with a gray fog that made him look lifeless. The anger Kaz harbored for him always made those lights flicker bright but whatever Ocelot had done dulled down those edges and brushed away the embers. It was like having his own human sex doll now, the idea that he had a live man to do whatever he pleased no matter how cruel was arousing to him in some sick twisted way. 

He's sure it must've taken alot of fighting to get Kaz this way, And Snake always preferred it more when did that, he loved to showcase his power and dominance…but oh well, for now he was going to enjoy having Kazuhira to his heart's content.

“ Kaz…” Snake says with his usual gravelly drawl, He cups the blonde's face in both palms, running his thumbs over the man's cheeks, pressing them right under his eye socket. Kazuhira twitches.

“ B-Boss–!” The blonde frantically pants, staring up at Snake. 

and that's when I lost inspo and motivation 😎

[koshirulynn]

-The little things-

High school AU fluff- Kyo kaneko x Writer!reader

In where,you find comfort from being with Kyo and it leads to much moments as a writer. All because of the little things he did for you.

(This is just for fun and please do not take this serious at all.Sorry about not updating for the last few weeks.I have been busy with many things but regardless Enjoy reading!)

Crumpling the lined paper again for the 6th time was tiring. After a whole day of school,coming home to having to do a mountain pile of homework. You were exhausted from socializing and attending all 9 classes. With the dim light slightly straining your eyes as that the lamp was located too close.You continued to stare at the blank page in front of you.

Thinking about what could be your starting point for your English assignment. Although you had all week to do it,you still didn't have a single clue what to do. Usually you had many ideas on what to do but this time you couldn't think of anything. The due date was getting closer too and you still had nothing even when three weeks had passed.

It was quite late in the night with the lamp shade on since 5pm, lap top open for ideas on what to write, phone charging right beside you and the paper that was still blank.

You were known as the creative one within your group, the averagely smart and artistic one. Yet nothing,not a spark of inspiration or a certain topic came to mind. It was starting to frustrate you because you always found creative writing fun and enjoyable especially when people online also loved your romance posts to the point that they followed and liked the posts.

"ughh I don't know what to do"Groaning to yourself as your repetitively banged your head on the desk.You didn't know what do to,the due date was coming a close and all you had was that blank ass paper right in front of you.This was the longest writer's block you have ever gotten in the longest time.

Suddenly your phone started to vibrate. 'heh?who could this be?' You questioned yourself as you lifted your head from the table.

The contact name was someone you didn't talk to but still,he wanted to give you his number.It was Kyo Kaneko.

He was the person who sat right behind you in English class. You both did have small talk and once had to do a group project together but other than that nothing between you both was more than classmates.Not wanting to make him wait or miss the call,you pressed the green button.

"Hey Y/n,how are you?" The sound of his voice relaxed you a bit so you decided to go to your bed that was just right beside your study desk. Before you plopped yourself onto your comfortable bed you unplugged your phone.

"Hi Kyo,I'm fine-how about you?"You replied with your tired voice while you snuggled up to your favorite plush.

"Sorry if it's late but I couldn't call you earlier"He chuckled after which made you smile.Kyo sounded quite tired too, 'Maybe he was working earlier'You thought to yourself.

"All good,so why did you decide to call me out of no where?"You inquired with interest. It was out of the blue that he called you and especially it was really late at night.

Before answering your question,he sighed in defeat. "I was kinda worried y'know like you look like you didn't get any sleep at all and those panda circles of yours are getting darker every day" The insult hurt you but you knew he was right. For the past few days,you were caught by Kyo himself sleeping in between classes. He would wake you up 2 minutes before the lesson started so that you could at least mentally prepare yourself for the upcoming topic.

Of course you thanked him but at this point Kyo found himself worried about you every time you did do this.

"Ahh I see, well I have been finding it difficult to sleep because I am stuck with much homework-haha"You tried laughing it off but the blue haired boy did not find this amusing at all. Tired from the piles of work and having many assignments due date coming closer and closer,piled on with homework from other subjects made your sleeping schedule currupted.

"You should definitely take a break,look I can ask the teachers to give me any study pages and notes then I can give it to you while you're on your break. By this you can still be on topic with the class"His deep voice was laced with concern and you didn't want to let him down so you accepted his request.

--

That was two weeks ago,with that Kyo had been checking up on you at least once every two weeks.Helping you with the bare minimum but you were grateful for everything he did for you.The break was the best thing that had happened to you in a long time. You did get to do all the assigned work and rested meanwhile in your free time.

Currently,you were in English class. Twirling the pen in your hand. Not many people were in class at the moment because you had entered class much earlier than when it started. You skipped lunch today because you're a broke high school student. The peace was perfect for writing.

Sunlight was coming from the window,hitting your face. Focusing on what new story you were writing,the pen in your hand was running out of ink fast. The new ideas came rushing in for your newest post,the black pigment appearing on the page quick. Your hand was starting to strain especially the pinky finger. For some reason,when you either type or write,your pinky finger started to get tired easily. 'Oh well'

Unaware of the people around you,some people had entered the classroom.Taking their seats and putting their belongings in place,you didn't bother to look at them once you notice their presence close by.

"hey isn't that y/n,the one that Kyo-"a feminine voice was then muffled.

"shut up Scarle-they can probably hear us"You continued to write with passion.Trying to make sure that each word you wrote wasn't spelled incorrectly but then the pen ran out.

"ugh-"Groaning in annoyance,you were interrupted by a familiar voice.Someone that you haven't seen in a hot minute.

"heyy Y/n!"A deep charming voice spoke up which caught your attention. There you saw,your good friend Kyo waving at you with a wide smile. His light blue locks were clearly recently conditioned and washed,Looking shiny and soft.You wondered on what was his hair care.

"Hi Kyo"You questioned returning the smile.Pink dusted his cheeks as he glanced at you before taking his seat right behind you.

Kyo found it embarrassing that his friends had witnessed what just occurred. His face feeling warm and hot but he covered it with his hands. Over the time period of 2 weeks,by getting to know you more and spending time with you more. Kyo had realised that he had a crush on you. He liked the way you were, the way you smiled at him every time he greeted you,the way you focus on writing stories in your free time, how you make sure to do your best in tests even in your homework that wasn't marked as apart of your final grade.

He liked how simple you were as a person but he didn't understand why you didn't have many friends other than him and y/f. Well that's what all Kyo knew himself. He liked how considerate you were about his health just like how he was of you, the blue boy thought that you were such an adorable sweet heart.

Couldn't help himself but blush by how cute your greeting was and how your mood changed when your attention switched to him so fast.

Meanwhile when Kyo was taking out his belongings,the sounds of giggling was coming from the other side of the room. Only you,Scarle,Aia and Kyo was in the room. Looking at the direction,Kyo saw his two female friends Scarle and Aia laughing while glancing at him. Clearly they were chuckling at his reaction when you said 'hey' to Kyo. With Aia,Maria and Scarle sending him teasing looks as they did so.

'This is a disaster' He thought as he hid his head in his arms.However,you just sat there focusing on your newest story.Not being aware of the flustered boy behind you.

"stoppp"You heard Kyo whine out into his arms.

"uh are you alright Kyo?" Turning around with curiosity,you questioned your short friend.

"I-I'm alright"With his arms covering him,you decided just to brush it off and continue with your story before time runs out.You were so engrossed into your work that you didn't hear your stomach growling. It wasn't loud but it was audible enough for Kyo to hear.

Not bothered by your hunger,you continued to write.Using a different pen now, and being so focused.All of a sudden,you felt a tapping on your shoulder.Looking behind,you saw Kyo with his palm slightly covering his mouth.He was looking away but his cheeks tinting a warm red.Eyes shining while they look anywhere but in your direction.cute

"let's go out and eat after school,it's on me"

--

"Thanks for the food Kyo,I really appreciate you"Looking at the delicious food on the table. He was sitting opposite you,'like a date'. Kyo recommended this place,it was a restaurant that he had been going ever since he was in grade 6.

"No problem at all"Kyo loved the look in your eyes. The way your expression was full of glee as you both start to eat the noodles. 'If only you looked at me like that'His thoughts contained as he began to devour the delectable edible goodness.

The place itself was quite the sight. Seemingly like the restaurant was owned by a family,a typical Japanese eatery with history. The dim setting and the intricate designs,statues and fish tanks that had cute small little baby gold fish. You could smell the aroma from the kitchen and this was the kind of restaurant that had listed all the ingredients,calories and allergens in the menu.

'Fancy' you thought to yourself and may many agree with your statement.

"so-how is your story going so far?"Your blue haired friend asked you while slurping up some of the noodles from his bowl.

"Good good, I hope lots of people like this one"You replied before drinking from your glass of cold water.Grabbing a napkin,you handed it to Kyo.He wasn't a messy eater but he had some of the broth around his mouth. Smiling as thanks, you continued to finish the cooling food.

"What's it about anyways?"

"shhhh-it's a secret"You tried to hush him because you were quite a popular writer in your area.

"hmm I think I deserve to know because I am paying for the food"He tried to bribe you with the price of the food but you didn't want to budge at all.

" you'll find out sooner or later Kyo,I promise"

"That's crazy-"With that,you both enjoyed each other's company while finishing up the two bowls of noodles. You were thankful to have someone like Kyo in your life.He was someone who you would never want to forget.

Hours have past and now the sun was setting. After you had eaten the noodles,you both settled on the idea of going home. Putting on your jackets and getting all of your belongings from the table.Kyo had gotten up to pay for both of your meals.

You made your way to where he was waiting for you. He had one of his hands in his pockets while the other was holding his phone. His dark blue winter coat made him look kinda small in it. It was cute because the coat looked like it was eating him up as that it was a slightly puffy one.

"Let's go?"you nodded as he opened the door for you. 'what a gentleman' thinking to yourself as you missed the warmth from the restaurant. You wanted to be cheeky and mess with Kyo before the night ended.Linking your arms with Kyo in a slick motion.

"Nope-not this-" he pulled away from you which made you frown a bit. Taking a hold of your arm,Kyo held your hand instead. Feeling the slight warmth of each other by doing so.

"That's better"This made you flustered,not expecting this counter mover from him. It was smooth and clever of him. Kyo even continued as normal by starting the conversation,acting like you both weren't holding hands like a couple.

Talking about how winter was your favorite season and such but after a few minutes,your arrival at the bus stop had came.Seeing the little bench and the pole that contained when and what bus was coming.

"I guess this is our goodbye,I'll see you on Monday?"You questioned Kyo while you tried letting go of his hand but he squeezed yours before you could.In truth,he didn't want to stop holding your hand. He didn't want to miss your temporary warmth but he already was.

"Text me when you get home,just so I know that you got home safe,okay?"The worry in his voice could make you melt.'so sweet'

"Of course I will,same goes for you!"Without a second,you both found yourselves waving goodbyes. That was the night you found out more of what this could be.

--7:19PM--

You:I am finally home^^and thanks for today

Kyo Kaneko:No probs,I had a great day with you too!I hope we can do this again sometime(^~^)

You:Yes of course, how about we make it a date next time~~ --

Giggling to yourself as you rolled in your fluffy duvet. You were joking with him but after five minutes,you had gotten a reply. 'What's taking him so longgg'

--

Kyo Kaneko:Sure,when are you free next?

You:How about next week,at yours and we can play some Pokemon too???

Kyo Kaneko:sounds like a date

You:yes,I look forward to it! Kyo Kaneko:same here!sorry y/n-Ren wants me to play with him like rn-

You:Goodnight <3 -- Turning off your phone and putting it to the side of your desk to charge. You decided to work on your story again. Thankfully you had no homework or projects due.Even though you will probably get exhausted later on,it was Friday already and there was no school tomorrow. This will be the the weekend of your posting.

With your small lamp on,curtains closed and your laptop open to type out your work.You sighed and smiled.This was the final draft of your longest writings in awhile. Your shoulders will definitely aching later.

Kyo Kaneko:Goodnight<3 sent 9:21PM

--Monday--time:8:16AM--

"Hey Kyo,did you read Y/n's new post???"Aster questioned his friend as he sat down opposite him on their bench. Ren smirked while looking at Kyo.

"nope whyy?"Perking him interests up about the topic of his crush,Kyo wanted to know the details. Taking out his phone to show his blue haired friend.Aster whipped it out and handed it over to him. He began to read it.

The story was a typical romance one. Yet the context seemed familiar to Kyo himself. It was coming from one of the main character's prospective. Expressing their feelings and thoughts of their love interest. It was cheesy but well written. It was quite long but after 20 minutes of reading,the blue haired student had finished reading the piece.

It was about you and him. All the moments that happened between you and him but with different names. Not exposing anyone but yourself and the people who was told of the moments you both had shared. By this,your story had told him how you felt of him. The confession hidden in plain sight. With more than 200k liking and sharing the story posted less than 24 hours.

His face felt a rush of warmth once he realised.You liked him back.

Rushing and leaving his bag and friends. Kyo went to the only place you would be at in the morning.The classroom that was always free,the classroom where English was held.

Running up the stairs to find you just sitting there on a step with your notebook out and pen.Breathing heavily and sweat forming because he just ran across nearly half of the school and not to mention,he doesn't really do sport often.

"w-why *inhales* me? *exhale*"

"what can I say,the little things really do count"

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Hey guys,sorry if I didn't post in a long while. Also I just wrote this fanfiction because one of my friends really enjoy Kyo Tbh I don't know if Kyo himself allows people to write fanfictions of him x reader and stuff so if so I will definitely delete this-I have been experiencing really bad writer's block for the past few week so I couldn't really find something that was at the level of decency to post-Sorry once again and I hope this is good enough<3

#iluna x reader #fanfiction #nijisanji iluna #iluna #ren zotto #nijisanji #nijisanjien #aia amare #scarle yonaguni #kyo kaneko #kyo x reader #kyo kaneko x reader #maria marionette

[madsmilfelsen]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @thenookienostradamus, quyanaa!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 22 :)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 237, 409, yeehaw!

3. What fandoms do you write for? Magic Mike (allegedly), Always Sunny (allegedly), Killer Joe, True Detective (season one, I get too weepy if I think about season four too long but someday!), Midnight Mass, Shadow & Bone, Tell Me Your Secrets, Loki, and I've got an original work snuck in there, too

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Typically! I have a habit of hoarding my favorites in my inbox so if I take a week or three months to answer you it's because I've been thinking about kissing you on the mouth. Comments really make my day so I do my best to show gratitude to those who take the time to make them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Maybe Sinhound? I don't set out to write angst.................. ever, but ending with Mildred's funeral wasn't what I was expecting either.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All of them :) I'm a sucker for love and happy endings :)))))

8. Do you get hate on fics? no and that gets more and more shocking each time I post a new work lately as my ao3 becomes a pit of depravity while I work through everything I can't put in my novel manuscript.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? hell yeah fuck yeah. I like playing in varying degrees of consent, unhealthy or unbalanced dynamics, girls who come too fast and have weird relationships with sex, yada yada. I have a really supportive husband who I am disgustingly, deeply in love with so a lot of genuine warm and fuzzy feelings for one old man in particular generates a lot of material.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I simply don't have the mind processes for it and admire those who can mix media like that.

11. free space / no question here, send me an ask with one instead please :)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of! would be awfully neat though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Oh man, I had a fun star wars piece I was writing with my dear friend, Jess, when impostor syndrome struck too hard to finish-- I still have the embroidery she did of our title (the inverse must also be true) in my office hanging below my first rejection letter :)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? every goblin couple that make out nasty style, so uh, rust/sugar :( they're so special to me and pulled me out of a Hellacious writer's block

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My only wip is Sunday School Dropout because I sort of forgot where I was going with it, it'll come back with light voyeurism, blood drinking, virginity taking, the usual order

16. What are your writing strengths? I feel like this is question to really sell myself but honestly, hell if I know, creating place? mannerisms maybe? Beyond my general insecurities, some of the nicest compliments I've gotten are for things I did unintentionally so hard to say! I have crafted some fuckin nonlinear bangers I'll give myself that much.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I DON'T KNOW HOW TO MAINTAIN TENSE and I HAVE NO WORKING KNOWLEDGE OF SENTENCE STRUCTURES, which annoy me and are my father's biggest complaints so I can't take them seriously enough to consciously attempt to improve on them yet. Lately, I've been smoking weed and flipping vocabulary flashcards before bed because my diction feels stagnant, a bit repetitive across pieces like.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I can't even speak english well enough to write coherently I'm not going to fuck up further with google translate. I did some ballet au's a few years back that I know have some french in it but I think I did a firmly okay job with the sprinkles of dialogue-- I know damn well my terminology is correct.

19. First fandom you wrote for? technically game of thrones, I have a sansa/sandor reunion very angrily tapped out in my notes app when season eight skipped it. The first work I posted was Seduction of Odile after I saw a post here about the potential of a rey/kylo blackswan au, reached out and asked if I could give it a try and here I am 22 works and years later :)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I'm going to be corny but I have a soft spot for every fic that connected me with other writers who are so talented and inspiring and force me to be better so I feel like I can talk to them lmao

tagging tagging tagging @the-heartlines @labyrinthphanlivingafacade @littleredwritingcat @abeadofpoison @teeth-ing @itstendereye @barbie-nightmare-house

#it's spring and there is rain on my metal roof and peepers peeping in the swamp #i'm v happy and the will to write is strong again :) #mads levshakoff

[theflyindutchwoman]

I honestly hate the Lucy UC storyline now. 1) she’s been in THREE Documentaries, one specifically about her going UC so it makes no sense (also not to mention Isabel outting her as a cop to that guy’s daughter, so maybe that’s were the storyline will go, he’ll try to get revenge on her for being a cop) and 2) she was upset about them not seeing each other much if she moved to a different station yet they wanted us to believe that she would have no problem going on a UC for 6 mths to a year and not seeing Tim (or Tamara)?!?! Like come on 🙄

For what's it worth, you're definitely not the only one feeling this way. I personally don't hate it, but I get it. This has been a bone of contention since s3, even more so lately. My biggest gripe at the moment is that, this storyline has been stagnant for so long, it's time to either commit, or give Lucy other opportunities. I wasn't sure if you were merely venting your frustrations or if you wanted me to answer : in case it's the latter, I'm gonna address your points but by no means am I trying to invalidate your feelings here. I'm just sharing my perspective on the matter.

Let's start with the documentaries. Honestly, at this point, I think we should simply take them for what they are : an opportunity for the writers to develop ridiculous plots and have fun, even though they don't make much sense… The last one was so over the top that I loved it - but I can understand that it's a bit hard to suspend your disbelief here… especially regarding the UC arc. I didn't mind Lucy being in them at first - or Nyla for that matter. Not to stereotype here, but I'm not sure the criminals she goes after watch these type of documentaries. And even if they were, they would still have to remember her specifically and there wasn't any particular reason to do so back then. I mean, so far, only one person in-universe has ever referenced these documentaries… and that lady was a director herself (5.06). That last one, on the other hand… Let's just say that outing Lucy as an undercover cop was definitely a choice… I almost feel bad for the criminals who went out of their way to be creative so they could get their hands on those UC lists, when really, all they needed to do was sit and watch true crime episodes. No respect for the craft! But more seriously : when the promo aired, I thought for sure that this issue was going to be addressed. I even wondered if I had missed a conversation or something after watching the episode. I guess, we're just supposed to pretend that it doesn't matter since not one single person raised the issue of Lucy being in the spotlight when she should be in the shadows. Then again, the LAPD doesn't see a problem with advertising a whole conference about covert operations… We clearly have a very different definition of secrecy. That said, maybe this will come back later and someone will recognise her. That's always a possibility - though it would seriously make the whole department look incompetent for not considering that ahead of time…

Another option would be to reopen the Teska plotline, as you suggested. The writers did leave the door wide open with all the loose threads, starting with how abruptly Lucy ended the op. Or how Isabel outed them as cop to the daughter, that's true. I have to say, I'm not completely convinced he would want to get revenge on Lucy. Sure, she lied to him about who she was. At the same time, she saved his kid's life, pushed him to make amends and get another chance with her and let him go free. She technically could have had him arrested : between the possession of a firearm and the conspiracy to commit murder, she had more than enough. I'm not saying the guy would become bestie with Lucy but out of all the people she's met while undercover, he's not the one with the biggest motive. Actually, I feel like Isabel would be a bigger target : after all, she's the one who infiltrated his gang and sent him to jail in the first place. Not to mention that his daughter knows how to contact her. But yes, he could always come back to wreak havoc. And as I mentioned earlier, he's not the only one. There's the female gang that might hold a grudge against Lucy. There are a couple of cartels that were crippled thanks to her. Any of her missions could come back to haunt her. But, and this is only my opinion, after spending three seasons filled with various vendettas from La Fiera, Elijah, Rosalind and whatnot, another plot like this would get old real fast. I don't think we need any more of these. Especially since Elijah is not fully over yet and we still have the ramifications from the finale to deal with. I'd rather Lucy just gives up on UC because she realises this is not for her. At least, it would be something different, you know what I mean?

And that leads me to your last point… Here's the thing : as upset as Lucy was at the idea of spending less time with Tim, she was still ready to move to another station, she still helped him get a new position that is notorious for their killer hours and she was still studying for the detective's exam. This didn't deter her at all. Obviously, this is different than being away for months on end, but she has been consistent in that regard. I understand the confusion and how illogical it sounds… But just because she was distressed about seeing Tim less, doesn't automatically mean she won't be able to handle being away. And just because she could handle it, doesn't mean she will want to do it. Speaking from personal experience here, it's a bit more nuanced - and complicated - than that I'm afraid. I only wish we would hear her perspective on all of this.

I also don't think that the narrative, or Lucy herself, was implying she would have no problem whatsoever with not seeing Tim (or Tamara) for a long period of time. I'm assuming you're referring to that last scene in 5.20, when she was worried about Tim not handling long term UC. As I see it, it was more about her trying to finally have an honest conversation with him about undercover, so they could hash everything out. This was introduced in 5.16, with Noah opening the can of worms, but they didn't get to the bottom of it since they had another conflict to take care of. Undercover is a bit of a sore point for Tim - for good reasons - and she knows it. She was there for the end of his marriage, she remembers his knee-jerk reaction when he found out she wanted to pursue undercover… He may fully be supportive now but she wants to gauge how he is truly faring with all of this. And after the events of the day (Isabel's return, their mini UC op…), it gave her the perfect opportunity to try to address this. She can guess he has been soldiering on for her and she doesn't want that. A place of honesty, remember. That's why she starts their conversation with : "Can I share something vulnerable with you?". She's putting herself in a vulnerable position by confessing how much she loves doing this job. She's trying to bring up the underlying issue in a way that wouldn't make him defensive. But a part of her has to also be afraid of his reaction. This isn't an easy situation. When she answers him "No. Um… I'm worried that you won't", it's because in that moment, her concerns are about him. Let's be honest, out of the two, he's the one more likely to have issues with this due to his past. She doesn't have the same baggage as him. And she's right to ask the question : how many of us have asked it? Apart from when she was his rookie or when he pushed her to go to the Academy, they've never talked about it. Only it's an important conversation to have if they want to spend their lives together. And they finally had it after her last mission. Another reason is that, in her case, she has something to counterbalance the hardship of not seeing Tim : doing something she loves. He, on the other hand, doesn't really have anything to outweigh this downside when she's away. However, he knew all of this from the start and still decided to start a relationship with her : simply being with her eclipses this drawback. This is what matters to him. But I can see why she would want to check with him if long-term undercover is something he can handle beforehand. It doesn't mean she doesn't have her own fair share of doubts. Now whether she can truly handle it… For the moment she thinks she can - and so far, she has. Maybe she's underestimating how hard it would be… and to be fair, it's not like she really has a frame of reference here. Listening to other people's experiences can only go so far…

If it helps though, I doubt Lucy will do too many long-terms undercover mission - if any - so all of this might end up being moot anyway. But I still believe the whole point of that conversation was to try to address the elephant in the room… They started opening up to each other, after several attempts, so maybe next season they will take a step further in that direction and explore Lucy's side of this, share some light on whether she has any doubts or worries. And hopefully, this storyline won't be in limbo for much longer. But again, this is just my perspective :)

#ask & ye shall receive #the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford

[rollercoasterwords]

hello rae! atwmd has been absolutely eating lately and i'm very excited for the next chapterrr also i was wondering if there are any deleted scenes/bits from the previous chapters you'd wanna share with us? maybe a line that got cut but you liked the wording a lot ? i love learning about writer's editing processes plus would be fun to see any snippets you may have floating around :~)

hi thank u!! responding 2 this a bit late lol sorry but. i don't have any like actually-written scenes that i cut bc normally if i'm writing a scene & realize it isn't gonna work i stop pretty quickly & usually just delete the few sentences etc...also usually i've got everything shifting around in my head like a puzzle til it clicks before i write so. generally speaking i just am not cutting things after writing them...however! i did have one specific scene that i was planning to write in atwmd which didn't end up working out (got 2 the scene & felt like i was hitting a mental wall bc i couldn't make it fit into the plot) so i can like. share that i suppose lol i'll put it under a cut:

so originally around like...ch 17 i think? like after they destroy the diadem when they're trying 2 figure out what the next horcrux is & destroy it, i really wanted 2 write like. a scene where, for some reason, sirius has 2 go undercover pretending 2 be a werewolf & in doing so encounters like a well-meaning rich guy who essentially parallels what he was like w remus in the early parts of the fic 2 like...have this moment of growth where sirius realizes what that dynamic was like for remus & why it was fucked up etc. so i was like uhhh how can that happen...maybe there can be some fun fancy party where rich people bring creatures as escorts & sirius wears a glamour or takes polyjuice from a werewolf's hair...also love in werewolf fics when like. character a wears character b's clothes 2 smell like them & thought that would be fun lmao so i was like what if sirius also wears remus's shirt or something so he smells more like a werewolf...the sexual tension of it all...

so anyway i was like i need this party-undercover-fake-werewolf scene 2 somehow connect from where the fic is at (just destroyed diadem) to the lestrange crypt horcrux part, bc i already knew what i wanted 2 do w the crypt etc. so i was like maybe somehow this party is how they get to rabastan lestrange?? but it didn't end up working out bc it just felt too similar to the whole original mission remus was on w malfoy so it just felt repetitive, and i couldn't figure out how 2 make it logically connect to the crypt in a way that felt believable...and then i had the idea of having rabastan hunt magical creatures & i was like this fits so much better so i went with that instead! rip sirius undercover-fake-werewolf scene...4ever in my heart <3

#ask #wfrau

[faejilly]

writing patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

tagged by @junemermaid, no-pressure tagging anyone who would like, because I have no idea who's seen and either done or passed on this one lately. PLEASE PLEASE DO IT AND BLAME ME IF YOU HAVE EVEN THE SLIGHTEST INCLINATION, I love seeing these things, I'm just brain-dead re: tagging today. 💙

1. Vakarian makes Shepard feel old.

Chicory, Mass Effect, Weaver Shepard, not on AO3 yet because I'm trying to turn it into a series of first/early impressions of the ME1 crew from Shepard's perspective. But then I've done Kaidan's first impression of Shepard already, so I can't decide if I should do her version of that or figure out another one. But also should I add Joker? I should always add Joker. But then in what order? (You can see the overthinking process here, can't you?) SOMEDAY I WILL WRITE WEAVER & TALI AND IT WILL BE DELIGHTFUL. She adores Tali. But also wishes to keep her safely in engineering 99% of the time. BUT ALSO...

anyway. back to sentences. ->

2. Emmett had known that he would see her.

Almond Blossoms, 7kpp, Emmett/Sheltered Princess & a lot of chaperone POV's. Also I posted that in September last year so this is clearly going to be a little depressing in terms of my ongoing 'am I a writer anymore?' existential crisis

3. “Don’t move.”

Never Again, Shadowhunters, Malec, sort of omegaverse, sort of weird magic bonds, a very belated prompt fill from the @knotinmyname anti-ai-scraping event.

4. The Matchmaker may have announced them, they may consider themselves engaged, this might be exactly what they should be doing as these connections are exactly what the Summit claims to be for… but Nathalie’s a 'known’ seductress and suspected murderer, but Clarmont’s only 'allowed’ here for the Royal Family to keep an eye on him, to make sure he knows how generous they are being with their mercy.

Relief, 7kpp, Clarmont/Ambitious Widow (Revaire feels!). Yes, that is just one sentence. Yes, I did that on purpose. No, I probably shouldn't have, but idc. 😅

5. Alec hasn’t even been Marked, still technically a fledgling rather than a Shadowhunter, when he learns that most nephilim can’t hear their weapons sing.

untitled eldritch angel powers prequel, Shadowhunters, Alec Lightwood & Politics is my jam, even when he's like 10 or something. As is weird magic and angel lore that I get to make up! Not on ao3 because I think it's going to be in a bigger thing, but I haven't actually done it yet, but I also get really tired of trying to rearrange my AO3 stuff because then I lose links and comments and brain power that should have been used for maybe writing something again some day.

6. All the dealers know Magnus’ name.

Fluff for @foodsies4me! Malec Auctioneer AU on the floor because it made me smile. (I used to be an auction block clerk.)

7. A familiar flare lit up his apothecary, and Magnus reached out to catch the fire message.

working title is 'wtf the clave is competent' and this is another playing-with-lore Shadowhunters prequel (that will eventually be Malec) started off via a Tangential Tuesdays prompt (which is a thing I would like to properly do again, but I keep not writing which makes it tricky)

8. An Omega heir to two old bloodlines in line for a Headship was something the Nephilim hadn’t seen in almost a century, and ought to have been prestigious enough for Alec to have chosen any path or mate he wanted. [x]

9. That was Magnus. [x]

These are both omegaverse prompts for the aforementioned anti-ai event and actually posted on time last June. Both Shadowhunters and Malec and just little bits and pieces of almost things. And fun on their own, imo, but. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

10. Cullen thought he’d gotten used to seeing this new Hawke in Haven.

Gladiolus, Cullen/Hawke, Dragon Age: Inquisition (Hawke as Inquisitor). Another prompt fill, a ficlet for a collection I have on AO3; its continuing existence is almost entirely @jadesabre301's fault.

Well, picking chapters and scenes posted on tumblr rather than my ao3 was probably good for my sanity, since my ao3 is a bit of a mess.

I seem to start with very declarative sentences this past year or so: we are here and this is what we're dealing with. Which is not... how I have previously concluded this meme, but I'm not sure that it's really any different than usual, just more obvious. It's a habit developed, I think, in writing relatively short-fic and also playing with lore or setting, because I very much need to set up my framework if I want anyone else to follow it.

I definitely should try and play some ME and/or watch some Shadowhunters and clean up some of the bits that I would really really like to have as finished stories though. This has successfully reminded me that I do, in fact, usually like writing and still think like a writer, so that's probably good!

/thank you june 🥰

#writing memery #junemermaid #10 first lines #writing patterns #I know I've done this one before #but can I tag consistently? #no #on writing

[jrooc]

w e e k l y ✳️ t a g ✳️ w e d n e s d a y

Thanks for the questions @darlingian and the tag @mybrainismelted

Choose a fandom: Shameless!

How did you first hear about it?: It was on Netflix. Maybe someone said I should check it out? I immediately became hooked and watched it through 7 times in a row. Do you own any merch?: No but I want. I have a couple of fics-turned-novels printed if that counts What thing involving this fandom do you think non fans would be surprised to hear?: How passionate the fandom is about Gallavich Favourite character?: Mickey Milkovich. In 5 words explain why they're your fave: Mouth, Eyes, He's soft and hard at the same time and loves so big (that's 5 right?)

Choose another fandom: Shameless again (copying Kat here cause same) What's your least favourite thing about the source material?: Oh god. A lot which is how I started reading fics. Everything the writers did to Mickey S6-10 (S7 eps excepted). Yevvy storyline. Mandy's not at the wedding? A lot of S11. Why they made all the characters a bit of a joke of themselves by the end (sweet Kev). Favourite ship: Gallavich. Best fanfic: My favourite is Old Rules for New Side Pieces but could never choose a best! Describe the vibe of the fandom in 5 words: Joy, Welcoming, Warm, Talented, Fun

What's your name backwards?: Ssej Tell me how old you are the way a three year old might: Old What is your favourite icecream?: Also don't love ice cream but probably something boring like strawberry. Or moose tracks. Tell me something you wish more people knew about you: I'm almost always sarcastic. I don't seem like I'd be as awkward as I am. Where is home for you?: Where my cat is If you could be an anthropomorphized stuffed animal, what stuffie would you want to be?: I... don't know how to answer this. The move you wish everyone would watch: Garden State (I didn't have a great answer here) What makes you really emotional lately?: Anything to do with my physical state Are you okay?: Pretending to be, but no.

Tagging @juliakayyy @such-a-barbarian @francesrose3 @deathclassic @transmickey @skylerwinchester @stocious @dynamic-power @redwiccanrobin @creepkinginc @callivich @whatthebodygraspsnot @samantitheos Annd anyone else who wants to play!

#tag game wednesday #tag you're it #shameless #gallavich

[zarrella-hisone-and-only]

Hey!!! I see your a new writer and I guess I should start you off! Could you make s small drabble of a black fem reader being a helper at the training camp! 💖😂. A little bit of info(lol sorry I'm a little bit picky) The reader is one of Japan's best blockers. She is very short spoken and enjoys watching other players better(fyi she is a new manager for Nekoma) Sorry if it's a lot!!!

Don't worry lovie! This sounds like a real fun writing piece! Hopefully you enjoy this!

Miss Jumpy

Summary: Y/n L/n, one of the former top blockers in female volleyball. She happens to be the small time manager for Nekoma High.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: (620)

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Y/n looked up to the sky as you sighed a low breath of exhaustion. You've spent most of your day running around helping the rest of the girls with preparing snacks and helping the team you managed for. Nekoma High, they were really good in your opinion. And well their main rivals were Fukurodani and Karasuno! It was almost time for dinner and yet you still haven't seen Lev or Kuroo.

You muttered small words of affirmation to yourself as you scurried around the place in search of the two. I mean-you had to make sure they ate before the cafeteria closed for the night! Or else they'd go to bed hungry! That wasn't any better!

You heard some volleyballs in the distance, whipping your head around you saw a the lights were on!

"I wonder what's going on in there.." you whispered under your breath.

Moving closer you heard voices. Kuroo, Lev, and a few others.

"Hm?" You peeped your head through the doors and watched as Bokuto spiked the ball, shooting it straight past a tall blondie. You flinched at the sound of the ball smacking the ground harshly.

Kuroo looked to the side and spotted you. "Oh, hey Y/n! What are you doing here?"

You straightened your back and stared right at Kuroo. Nervously you starched the back of your neck. "Oh, I j-just haven't seen you and Lev and dinner yet.. I-I got a little worried.." Your voice was timid and small.

Bokuto smirked and walked over to you looking down in your eyes. "Whose the shorty?" He asks looking back at Kuroo blatantly.

You were short, maybe even tiny to be exact. Compared to the guys int he gym you were a mere pebble sitting on the side of a busy road.

"I-" You were interrupted by Kuroo.

"She's our new manager. Go on, don't be scared, introduce yourself!" He reassured you with a wide smile.

You nodded at his words and spoke up. "My name is Y/n L/n!" Your voice still had small hints of nervousness.

Bokuto smiled and nodded his head. "You might know me as Bokuto!"

The rest of the guys introduced themselves to you.

"Uh, well I guess I should be going now.." You were about to walk away till Kuroo called after you again.

"Hey Y/n wait!" You turned back and looked at him, he continued. "Could you help out with some blocks and spikes? Our friend Tsukishima here needs the practice, same with Lev!"

"Oh. You need my help?" You looked rather flattered emphasizing 'my'.

He nodded and you smiled walking inside. Kuroo directed you over beside him in the blocking line. By the means of it, it seemed like Bokuto was being blocked by three people.

Akaashi set the ball and up went Bokuto. He was tall and strong, you leaped up a few seconds earlier than Kuroo and Tsukishima just to match up the height. In seconds your eyes widened at the sight of contact. Bokuto spiked the ball right at me. Did he really think you were as weak as you looked?

You swiftly placed your arms position into a stronger stance. The ball bounced off your palms and back onto the other side of the net.

"What the-" Bokuto was flabbergasted at your block.

"Hah, did I forget to mention, Y/n here used to be one of the best blockers in Japan!"

You sheepishly smiled at Kuroo's claims.

The boys and you all played a few games, you set up a few times and others you spiked.

It was getting pretty late so you decided to go shower before bed. You waved back at the boys leaving the gymnasium.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyu x reader #bokuto imagines #bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsurō #akaashi #kei tsukishima #hq fanfic #hq hcs #haikyuu drabbles #requests anyone? #requests open