#the plot bunny has bitten

[ichisama]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ヒプノシスマイク | Hypnosis Mic (Albums) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aohitsugi Samatoki/Yamada Ichiro Characters: Yamada Ichiro, Aohitsugi Samatoki Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Modern Royalty, Established Relationship Series: Part 81 of cosmic: a fic a day for samaichi Summary:

Samatoki could hardly believe it. Was he seriously being mugged? Did this fool not know who he was? And... perhaps most importantly...

Was he finally going to see his guard dog bite?

#crab writes #hypmic #ichisama #modern royalty au #day 81! #unexpectedly this au is one strong plot bunny lol #it has bitten me and will not let go

[charlottecutepie]

° ❀⋆. Picnic date (William Afton x fem!reader)

tags: outdoor sex, corruption kink, daddy kink, innocence kink, soft to rough sex, unprotected sex, choking, lots of pet names, creampie, riding, missionary

Ah, those beautiful and hot summer days. Mid July.

Nature alive and thriving. The warm sun enlivened the surroundings; the trees shimmered with emerald green leaves as delicate colourful flowers were scattered around, blooming under a clear azure sky. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers mixed with freshly mown grass. A quiet and windless day, you can only hear the unobtrusive but beautiful singing of birds nearby.

There were no people around because only you knew this secret place. You loved spending free time here, often reading your favourite book, relaxing in the shade of large trees.

As it is now, nothing has changed, except that you aren't alone now. You were lying on your stomach, on a blanket, as always reading your favourite book in the genre of old novels. William was next to you, holding a small diary for notes in his hands, carefully reading something in there, all concentrated. He was lying on his back, squinting against the rays of the bright sun. Today was a particularly hot day, so he ditched his usual vests and jackets, replacing them with a light linen shirt and knee-length bermuda shorts.

William looked up from his diary for a moment, glancing at you beside him. What an angelic and innocent little creature you are. Truly beautiful, like one of the blooming flowers. Gentle as one of the weightless white clouds in the blue sky. Innocent as a little fawn. Tender baby, pure and adorable, like a little bunny. Daydreaming little beauty, his beauty.

Your hair shimmers beautifully in the summer sun, William wants to stroke it, to run his long fingers through your strands. Your lips, as always so soft, just begging to be kissed, bitten, eaten. Your ethereal eyes, which follow the words in your book, shine with naive curiosity about the plot. Your cheeks, so adorable as they turn slightly pink every time you come to the part where the characters in the novel do something more than just kissing. Your fingers, so small compared to his long ones, turn the page of the book, William wants to bring them to his lips and kiss each one, whispering how charming you are.

His precious girl, dressed in a white dress that accentuates your figure, his heart stops. It perfectly fits every curve of your body, emphasizing your every movement and the beauty hidden inside you, like long-awaited flowers after winter. You're lying here in the warm rays of the sun, reading your novels and waving your legs, so adorable. Your dress is a real dream, short enough to give William a wonderful view of your body.

Blood rushes to his cock. Oh, how he wants to destroy your innocence. How he'd like to corrupt and ruin his precious girl right here, under the sun, on this blanket, where the sweet smell of flowers surrounds you both. All sorts of vicious thoughts roam in his head: kissing your delicate neck, running his fingers along your spine as they finally reach your core. He wants to defame your purity. That angelic voice of yours must break down in sobs and moans as you whimper "daddy" while he roughly fucks you. Those eyes must be filled with tears, those lips parted in moans, those hands around his neck when he pounds you. William's fingers are clutching the blanket, he's frowning. No, he shouldn't do that, just not right now.

"Want me to read it for you?" a cute offer comes from him. Smiling warmly at your nod, he began to read your novel aloud. His voice rich and seductive, like dark velvet, captivating you. He was reading about an intense encounter between two characters that made your heart beat faster; it took your breath away from the passion-filled words unfolding in front of your imagination. Lost in his fascinating narrative, you snuggled closer to William, seeking solace in this newfound sensation pulsing through your veins — an inexplicably sweet mixture of shyness and pleasure intertwined in your feelings for him.

Suddenly, your eyes sparkled mischievously as you took a juicy ripe strawberry from a bowl.

"Want some?" you playfully teasing him. William doesn't even have time to react as you shut his mouth with strawberry. You laugh softly, seeing how he enjoys the taste, and coquettishly run your finger over your lower lip, a wide smile on your face. Such innocent teasing that thrilled him more than anything else.

"Mmm. . ." He murmured, swallowing fruit down as you giggled. Your fingers lightly brushed against his lower lip to remove any trace of strawberry residue. "Thank you, darling."

Oh, so his girl wants to play.

"Someone wants to play, hm?" he cooed, moving closer to you. He carefully put one of the strawberries between your parted lips, looking at you hungrily. William couldn't help but feel an irresistible desire to touch your soft lips, completely covered with the sweet essence of strawberries. "Guess I'll take my revenge sweetly," he murmured before leaning forward and capturing you in a soft, gentle kiss. His tongue teased at your lips, begging for entry, and when you parted them slightly, he slipped his tongue inside tasting the sweetness of the strawberry. William groaned softly, savouring the taste. His hand gently caressed your cheek.

As the kiss stopped being innocent and William put your book aside, you leaned on top of him, devouring his lips in a passionate kiss now. William barely restrained himself from cumming in his pants. His precious girl is so hot, so daring, brave even, not afraid of daddy at all. His innocent girl just doesn't know what he's capable of.

"Oh, daddy. . ." you moan into his mouth, fuck, such an angelic voice you have, your lips slightly swollen from a hungry kiss you both shared. "oh, daddy, daddy, daddy. . ." you nuzzle into his neck, pressing your whole body against him. William's hands stroke your hair, then go down to your back, caressing tenderly. His hardness pressing against you, a pleasant friction that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You grind on his bulge slightly, craving more. William gently thrusts up into you, his clothed erection pressing in your panties, causing you both to moan softly.

"My sweet girl," he whispers. You move your hips back and forth on his bulge, your needy pussy rubbing against his cock through the thin fabric of your panties. His cock twitches in response. "So wet for me, princess, oh my god," he groans in your ear. "I need to be inside you, darling, need to fuck my precious girl, fill you up real good. Right here."

You shuddered at his words, nearly crying from how needy you are. "Yes, yes, please! fuck me, want to feel you, daddy. . ."

His hands immediately and impatiently undid the zipper of his shorts as he lowered them along with his underwear. His hard cock was already leaking with pre-cum, demanding to be inside you. You lifted yourself up slightly, your dress pulled up. William's fingers pulled your panties aside, exposing your wet and leaking entrance. He bit his lip, nearly till blood. Fucking fuck. He can't believe his eyes, his little and innocent angel is so. . . So lustful, depraved, sinful, just begging him to fuck her, to cum inside her and claim her.

"Daddy will fuck you so good, baby," he says, thrusting his cock into your tight pussy. Summoning all his strength, he refrained from cumming in the first seconds. God, your cunt feels like heaven, so tight and warm, just made for him, William moves his hips up and slips into you fully. "Oh fuck, angel, oh fuck! such a good girl for me." he whispers.

Unable to keep your balance as you feel dizzy from his cock, you lay down on him again, clutching the blanket under you with one hand and holding on to him with the other. He groans in pleasure as he lazily fucks into your wet cunt at a slow, but steady pace.

"Mmm," you purr, nuzzling his neck. "Love it when you fuck me like this, daddy, ohh. . ."

He ran a hand through your hair softly. "You're beautiful," he murmured back to you, gripping one of your ass cheeks through dress possessively. "I could spend all day like this."

You gasp loudly at his touch as you dig nails lightly into his skin in response, your cheeks burning, but not from heat of the hot summer. Your pussy tightening around his shaft, feeling how his tip rubs against that sensitive sweet spot deep inside you.

You cling to him tightly, your body trembles as pleasure overwhelms you. He slammed into you harder, your bodies moving in way that took your breath away. "Yes, daddy, yes!" you cried out. "Fuck me harder, please!"

William doesn't need to be told twice. He pulled out of you, staring down at your glistening pussy with lust-filled eyes. You spread your legs wider for him, wanting to feel his big cock filling you up again.

"Lay down." he rasped huskily. You obeyed immediately, changing pose, lying back on the soft blanket as he climbed between your legs once more. He positioned the swollen red tip of his dick on your clit, rubbing, teasing you mercilessly. You bucked beneath him, trying to get more friction, but he abruptly grabbed your wrists above your head, pinning them to the grass and not letting you move. "Patience, angel," he breathed harshly. "Daddy's going to ruin that angelic pussy now."

Finally, he slipped inside you slowly but firmly, stretching you wider as he filled your pussy. You gasped in pleasure, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, he entered deeper from that angle. He began to rut into you hard and fast, your cunt clenching around his cock as he slammed into you over and over again. You let out desperate moans, writhing beneath him as pleasure overwhelmed you. "Fuck, Daddy!" you cry out. "Im close!"

He gave a low growl in response, fucking you even rougher than before. Your pupils blown at his fast pace. Your head fell back on the blanket, your hair messy, eyes teary as you being fucked roughly but lovingly. Your pussy squeezed his cock, coating his base with your slick.

"Cum, angel, cum on your daddy's cock." he groaned, thrusting even deeper where it already hurt. Your pussy flutter around him as you cry out his name and he kisses you, roughly, biting your lips and nearly fucking your mouth with his tongue. God, you taste like strawberry, such a sweet, sugary girl. He's damn dizzy, his cock throbbing inside you as his balls slaps against your ass. "Fuck, fuck! Yes— Oh, fuck, yees, angel!" he moans loudly into your mouth, breathing heavily. You're close, so damn close to coming hard around his cock as you choke on your own moans and squirm under him.

"Daddy— Daddyyyy!" you felt a powerful orgasm building up inside you, your walls clenching down tightly on his cock as if trying to milk him dry. You screamed out in pleasure as it washed over you, your cunt spasming around him hard enough that he almost lost his footing. "Oh, oh! Noo, no, I'm sensitive, William!" he squeezed your wrists harder, leaving a red mark on your skin. Oh yeah. When you call him by his name, it means you're being serious, but he doesn't give a fuck. He knows his little angel can take another orgasm. Despite this, he kept pounding into you relentlessly as if trying to push even deeper inside, his tip brushing against your cervix.

"Take it, angel, fucking take it." you writhing beneath him, your sensitive pussy still spasming around his dick, tears in your eyes from overstimulation. "Again," William growls. "I want to feel you cum again." he slammed into you harder, faster; your body shivering. William let go of your wrists, instead his hand went to your neck and squeezed it. You immediately gasped, grabbing his hand, a little fear in your eyes brought him closer to the edge.

His grip tightened, making it harder for you to draw air. The lack of oxygen heightened your sensitivity, intensifying every thrust that he made into your wet pussy. It was almost too much to bear as his cock rubbed against your sensitive spot again and again. The squelching sounds your little cunt made had William completely lose his mind. His grip on your neck firm as you drooling over his hand, eyes rolling back from pleasure and lack of air.

"That's right, angel, let daddy fuck you stupid." you reply him with choked mewls and whines as your another orgasm grows nearer. He smirks, hand reach down to your clit as he rubs it with his calloused rough fingers, earning sobs from you.

Oh, his precious girl is so cock drunk, so dumb, drooling stupidly as your pussy being ruined. What a sight. William took a deep breath. You were completely at his mercy as he fucked you on the picnic blanked. He stared down at you, captivated by your angelic beauty. The way your breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples perky, fuck, even seen through the fabric of your innocent little dress.

His precious lovely girl. You lie under him and take his big cock, while beautiful flowers bloom and smell around you both, and sunlight falls on your pretty rear-stained face, illuminating the picture of sick yet lovely bliss on it. Everything around you is so alive and natural, tall trees, green meadow, blue sky. Your beautiful moans are mixed with the singing of birds, oh, his precious angel, cry as much as you can, William considers your moans a prayer. His prayer.

"You—… Fuck! Fuck!" his words are slurred as he fell into the abyss of lust and sin, fucking his innocent angel. Your pussy so warm, just too fucking good that he can't stop pounding you. His grip on your throat loosened and you finally inhaled a portion of air. "Oh, princess, gonna cum inside you, gonna fucking breed you."

At such a moment, you wanted warmth from him, despite how roughly and harshly he slammed into your pussy, you needed his hugs and kisses. So you wrapped your arms around William's neck, pulling him to you. He lay down on you with his whole body, continuing to thrust, he left a kiss on your shoulder, inhaling the sweet aroma of ripe strawberries next to you both.

"Ooh— Daddy, so good! Ugh, so good!" you melted under him like vanilla ice cream under the scorching sun. Another powerful orgasm snaps in your stomach. You screamed his name, clawing at the blanket beneath you as your cunt pulsated all over his shaft. William felt it too; your tight pussy milking his cock brought him close.

"Fuck, im cumming." he growled. His body tensed as he slammed into you one final time before releasing his warm seed deep inside your womb, filling you to the brim, coating your walls completely. William shudders against you as spurts of his cum shoots inside you, forcing soft sobs from you.

Sighing heavily, a soft smile appeared on his face, which he gives only to his angel, his precious girl. William pulls out slowly and you whimper at the loss of warmth and stretch as his cum starts leaking out of your little hole to the blanket.

"You did so well for me, darling," he leans down to your face, holding his weight on his hands now. "always such a good girl for me."

"Thank you, daddy." you look at him with innocent yet naive eyes, what nearly makes his already soften cock hard again. "can i have strawberry ice cream?"

William's eyes widen at your question. You've just been roughly fucked and choked and now you're asking for. . . some ice cream? William freezes for a second and then bursts into laughter.

"Oh, angel, of course, of course you can!" he chuckles softly, studying your face. Your fucked out expression, but cute smile. "I love you, princess." William leaves a kiss on your nose and embraces your body.

#william afton smut #william afton x reader #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan smut #fnaf william afton #fnaf x reader #fnaf x y/n #fnaf smut #dilf william #william afton imagines

[islenthatur]

Look, look... plot bunny has bitten me. We all know Jaskier is a man of many talents, he graduated top of his class for the 7 liberal arts.

We also know he would basically do anything to help ease the path for Geralt. So what if instead of teaching each winter, he decided to learn a trade.

Healing from the best healers he knows to make sure that when Geralt is wounded he can help stitch him, carry and make salves, mix the herbs Geralt will need for potions.

New HC though would be a leathersmith? Jask learnt how to tan hides properly from geralt, he'd have to for extra money to trade or sell. But what if one day Geralt's armour was nearly destroyed beyond repair and Jask just thought 'huh I should learn how to fix that' and he does. He spends several winters with many leathersmiths till his own reputation under another name began to proceed him?

Just picture witchers clamouring to get their sword caloused hands on these leather pieces that are Witcher durable and finding one was like finding a dragon... and geralt just... comes home with a WHOLE SET of Julek Armour and his brothers are just 'Geralt where the fuck did you get your hands on a WHOLE SET!?'

Geralt is just confused and mutters. "My bard??"

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier/geralt #jaskier loves geralt #jaskier is skilled #plot bunies #the witcher fandom #fanfiction #geraskier

[coryosbaby]

Ultraviolence // E.L + C.M.

(Pt. 5)

Fandom: “Scream Vi”

Pairing: Stepbrother! Ethan Landry x fem! Reader, Chad Meeks Martin x fem! Reader, Ethan Landry x Chad Meeks Martin

Warning: stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), some angst and shit parents // nsfw ! Threesome . Spit kink . Degradation & praise . Cum swallowing . Oral (m & f receiving) . Fingering (f receiving), choking, overstimulation — dom! Chad, dom! Ethan, sub! Reader

A/N: If this isn’t necessarily the pt 5 people were hoping for I deeply apologize. This is also more plot than porn. But I have a shit ton of ideas for part 6 that I’m rly excited to post 🤭🤭 Ty for reading 🙌🏻

Ethan’s cock is hot and heavy inside you as he fucks your needy cunt with an aching rage. Your nails are digging into his back, small whimpers slipping from your lips as his teeth bite down on your jugular. His hips cant into you at an incredible pace.

It’s been two days. Maybe three, you haven’t really been counting with how much Ethan has been shoving his cock into any hole on your body that exposes itself to him. He’s taking his anger directed towards his dad out onto you, while Chad watches.

Sure, Chad likes watching you get fucked; there’s no doubt about that. But the way Ethan has been touching you for this long is almost starting to concern him. But he knows he can get this way sometimes. Sometimes Ethan gets the need to blow off steam. After high school the once nerdy guy Chad used to be friends with is now a mean sex fiend.

Not that the other can talk, though. Because he’s been going along with it too, cock flush in his hand while he towers over your face and let’s it rub along the expanse of your kiss bitten lips, his abdomen clenched tight with the ache to release. His apartment is hot today, the summer heat reaching a high of ninety eight degrees. It’s a wonder none of you have passed out yet, even with the a/c running. Sweat drips down Ethan’s neck as he pounds you. Your eyes look up at the both of them, pupils dilated and streaming tears. Ethan’s thumbs move to the corners of your mouth and roughly pull them apart to expose the whites of your teeth.

“Good fucking girl. Yeah, open that mouth wide.” Hes demanding, and you can’t say no as you move your mouth open wider. He grins, his spit landing on your tongue and making your eyes roll back. “You fucking slut. This is all your good for, isn’t it? Being used as a little sex doll. That’s your place now, right? Can’t go anywhere, staying in this fucking bed being our fucking sex slave.”

You nod, fucked out and desperate; you’ve came more times than you can count since Ethan had decided to crash on Chad’s couch and you had showed up. Of course you took breaks, but… that wasn’t too far off from them just doing it so you wouldn’t faint or die from dehydration.

“You wanna taste my cum, bunny?” Chad’s voice growls out. He’s close, hands rubbing against his tip in just the right spot. Your tongue peeks out as you close your eyes and wait for his seed to hit you. And when it does, salty and bitter against your taste buds, Ethan lets out a loud animalistic groan and dumps his third load of the day into you. Your worn, body feeling incredibly hot and used. You’re too fucked out for another orgasm.

“Are you done?” You ask quietly, as Ethan pulls out of your abused cunt. He nods, fingers coming up to run across your jaw and tickle the tips of your ears. Chad moves to lay beside the both of you, his hands going to wrap around your wrist as a form of comfort.

“Yeah, baby. We’re done. C’mere, you have to rest.”

“Can we get McDonald’s after this?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Chad cuts in. “Anything you want.”

“I don’t know,” Ethan jokes. “She has her belly full now, doesn’t she?”

Chad grimaces. “Shut up, dude. That’s gross.”

“You literally swallowed my cum two days ago.”

“Yeah, because you held my head down —“

“You would’ve swallowed it anyway!”

A smile plasters on your face at their antics, and your eyes begin to close as the two boys wrap their arms around you.

Ethan watches the outline of your jaw, your soft neck littered with hickeys and bruises. And then to Chad, who’s hands gently graze his as they rest on your tummy. He smiles.

It’s almost perfect, this way. Chad has a job, Ethan’s working on getting one, and you… you’re here, and you’re perfect and you’re beautiful and—

Ethan is so mad.

It’s almost perfect— but there’s a problem. Of course there is, why fucking wouldn’t there be?

You still live in your parent’s house, after all.

Oh, you could move if you could. You could live with Chad, with Ethan, make things the way you want them to— but your mother is demanding. Threatening to cut off your college tuition money if you left was the part that had made you stay. Even after they accused Ethan of being a perverted freak of a person, after saying you were ‘too innocent’ and ‘too young’ to know what he was doing (you and Ethan are only two years apart).

So after they had left for an emergency business venture you knew where you could go. They told you not to, but it’s not like they’d figure it out. And being locked in your room was really starting to bore you.

Ethan’s blood has been boiling since the night you got caught. He wishes he could give you the money for your college, wishes he could give you the entire fucking world. But that doesn’t work on Chad’s salary and probably won’t work on the one Ethan’s about to have.

He wants you and Chad to only be with him.

That may sound selfish, but Ethan isn’t known for being necessarily generous. He wants the entire world to be cut off from the both of you, wants the only thing you both see to be him. Ethan could tear the world apart limb from limb just to have you and Chad forever.

It’s really starting to fuck with him.

Ethan is starting to scare you a little bit.

It’s not the sex— well, it is a little bit, but you enjoy it. He’s just been so.. out of it, recently.

Not in the sense of ‘he’s losing feelings’ or anything like that. It’s when he gets this look in his eyes. Sometimes when he thinks no else is looking, when those doe eyed things go dark and he seems like he’s thinking of doing something he shouldn’t. You don’t know what it is, exactly. But he looks so far off— as if he’s somewhere else. And he’s become more violent; in sex, in the way he holds you down and then holds Chad down the same way. It’s confusing.

And it’s also making you a bit nervous.

Chad doesn’t seem any different, at least from what you can tell. He’s still his same soft self— outside of sex, of course. He takes Ethan’s behavior in stride (and with a little bit of prep). But you can tell that he notices, too.

“I just think that you should drop out.”

Ethan’s voice is blaring with a twinge of annoyance, as he drives you back to your house. You told him he shouldn’t, that it’s too risky. But he won’t listen. You also know that when he says ‘drop out’ he actually means ‘leave our parents and be with me.’

You roll your eyes, hands going down to adjust your pink sundress.

“I can’t just drop out, Ethan. I have a career I’m set on.”

“We can make it work—“

“Don’t be stupid.” You mutter. His hands tap against the steering wheel impatiently, face turned up into one of anger. His blue shirt clings to him tightly, muscles are prominent.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” He snaps.

“Don’t make dumb suggestions.”

After that snide comment he shoves you into the house and bends you over the kitchen counter, regardless of your protests, like he did the first time. And then he left you with cum dripping all down your legs, while you waited for your parents to get home from their trip.

When they did you decided to not eat dinner that night.

Your mom has been on the fence since your secret had been revealed to the Landry household. Ethan — your stepbrother — has been fucking you for months.

You still remember the sound of Wayne’s voice screaming at the both of you:

“How could you do this?! After everything we’ve done for the both of you?!”

“You’re a disappointment to me, Ethan. I want you out!”

And then after, when Ethan had left, the words spewed at you.

“I can’t believe you would be such a whore.”

“How could you do this to our family? To me?!”

“You’re never seeing him again.”

Yeah, right.

You sigh, plopping down onto your bed. It’s almost time for you to go to college, the summer ending.

What a wild story you could tell if you had an essay due about your summer.

Your parents are downstairs, now. Doing— you don’t really know what they’re doing. You don’t come down from your room anymore.

A text dings on your phone. You smile.

E🫶🏻: you okay?

me: mhm

You pause. You bite your lip as you assemble to next message.

me: I miss u :)

A moment for him to reply.

E🫶🏻: I miss you too, bunny

E🫶🏻: chad said he misses you too

me: I miss u both >:(

me: we’ll see each other more when I’m away at college tho <3

E🫶🏻 : maybe I have a way to make us be with each other all the time :)

me: oh yeah lover boy? And what would that be

E🫶🏻: you’ll see.

Your brows furrow. A surprise, maybe? A gift? Maybe a new way for you to sneak out…

You don’t know. But your eyes are beginning to become heavy and sleepy; you tell him and Chad both good night and begin to sleep.

Your dreams have become nightmares, more or less. Images of blood and gore, a hand holding on a little too tight — it’s been the same for the past few nights. Your family, slaughtered.

A loud crash makes your eyelids flutter open.

You think you’ve only been asleep a few hours. Your hello kitty clock reads 2:37 a.m in giant bold letters, and your heart beats harshly against your chest at the sudden sound. Furrowing your brows, but being cautious, you grab the pink pocket knife you kept beside your bed. It isn’t much, but it’s something, at least. Creeping closer to the door you can hear that the noise has stopped— but that doesn’t calm you. You think of waking up your parents but you don’t want to make them any more mad than they already are.

You open your door. No one is outside your room, it seems. The sound must’ve come from downstairs. Creeping down the wooden steps you go into the living room and see that it’s empty.

Except for the window.

The one near the couch is wide open, and you can see that a house plant beside it got knocked over and broke all to pieces. You gulp, hands gripping the knife tighter. Your dreams have made you extremely paranoid, and if there really is an intruder, you won’t go down without a fight.

Another crash— from the kitchen this time, but not as loud as before. It was more of just.. commotion. You prepare yourself, breath heavy. You make your way to the doorway, prepared to strike and stab and hit….

Someone grabs you.

The knife clatters to the ground. So much for protecting yourself! Your immediate thought is to scream, but no words come out and a hand is covering your mouth. When they whirl you around and begin laughing your brows furrow and hot tears well up from the stress.

….It’s fucking Ethan.

He’s standing there, a shit eating grin on his face, wearing a muscle tee and jeans.

You sneer, pushing him harshly as you wipe your eyes.

“You fucking asshole!” you whisper yell. “You scared the fuck out of me! What the hell is wrong with you?”

He chuckles. “Sorry, sweetness. It’s just so funny to see the look on your face.”

You sniffle, crossing your arms and willing yourself not to cry anymore. “‘S not funny.”

Ethan’s smile drops, his hands reaching out wrap you into a hug. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, promise.”

He doesn’t seem that sorry, but you drop the subject.

“You literally broke in, Ethan. What if mom and dad wake up? You’ll be in so much trouble, i swear— they’ll call the fucking police on you—”

Your words stop when he turns his back to you, stalks into the kitchen, and begins rummaging through the house’s well renowned junk drawer.

“Calm down, baby. I just needed to get my watch. I forgot it before I moved… aha! There it is!”

He excitedly turns around and shows you the black and red band. He slips it around his wrist. You roll your eyes, and scoff.

“You broke into the house so you could take a watch?”

He gives you a mischievous look. He moves closer to you and his lips graze yours. You can’t help but smile.

“Maybe I came to take something else with me, too.”

You bite your lip, but your eyes go to the stairs.

“We can’t do that here. We’ll get caught.”

“Suit yourself, then,” Ethan quips. He sighs dramatically. “I guess I’ll just be on my way then..”

“No!” Your immediate to keep him here. To keep him with you. You aren’t the same without his company.

He smiles, lips grazing your neck. His teeth scrape against it and you admire the sting. “There’s my good girl.”

You kiss him, harsh. He tastes fresh and sweet. His hands find your waist and he pushes you against the kitchen counter. You whine, your hands reaching for the bulge in his pants— but your wrist hits his pocket and you feel something inside of it. You reach in, playful. But when you pull it out, it’s the pocket knife you dropped earlier. He must’ve picked it up when you weren’t looking.

“Why do you need my knife?” You ask, as his lips peck your chin and jawline. He looks down, at it in your hands, white teeth shining as he smiles.

“Maybe I like to have a part of you with me wherever I go.”

It’s endearing. But this feeling settles in your stomach— something you can’t quite place. However, you slide the blade back into his pocket and begin to kiss him again. His fingers are right there, just about to brush over your clit.

And out of the corner of your eye, you see the upstairs light flicker on.

You panic, lips breaking away from Ethan’s as you hear footsteps. You’ve lived long enough in the house to know who’s it is— it’s your mother’s. Your eyes widen.

“Hide!”

Ethan mouths the words oh shit before running into the living room. You pray he finds a decent hiding spot. Your mom comes down the stairs, in her robe and with messy hair. She seems like she’s just woken up.

“Is there someone else down here with you?” She says, confused.

You shake your head, nervously biting your thumbnail.

“No, mom. No one is down here. It’s just me.”

“Huh.”

She looks around and she walks into the living room. You follow her in fear, and when you catch Ethan’s sneakers underneath the window curtain you almost fucking scream in frustration. Your mother is too busy looking at her broken plant and the opened window for her to notice.

“Oh my god! Did someone break in?” She exclaims. Your heart beats rapidly.

“Uhm— no!” You say, exasperated and lying.

You try your best to think up a good fake story. “I slept-walked again, i think. I’ve been meaning to tell you… it’s been a while but I think it’s starting up again.”

You haven’t slept-walked since you were twelve. Your mom sighs, annoyed.

“Shit. I’ll call the doctor in the morning, then. We’ll see if he can find anything for it. Because if it’s to the point where you’re breaking things and opening windows..”

“—That’s not necessary, mom, really.”

“I’m calling them, y/n.” She states. She looks you up and down for a moment. If you don’t know any better you think a look of disgust is on her face. “For once in your life, please make yourself useful and clean this up.”

Your head hangs down, and you bite your lower lip to keep from snapping at her. “Yes ma’am.”

When she goes back up stairs, Ethan comes out of his hiding spot. You breathe out a sigh of relief, but Ethan’s fists are clenched.

“She shouldn’t talk to you like that.” He says.

You shrug, threading your fingers through his. His curls are sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed. He’s absolutely precious, even when he’s angry.

“Doesn’t matter, E. Forget about it.”

He narrows his eyes at the stairs, as if she was standing there and he could see her. Your thoughts go back to the knife and you get that feeling again. But your lips are back on his in an instant and it seems that Ethan quickly forgets his rage. His hand rests on the back of your head as he tries to drag you to the couch. But you shake your head and giggle.

“Not here. I’m not getting caught fucking you again.”

“Technically, we weren’t fucking.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Still.”

So you drag him up the stairs. It’s scary, because your parents are also up there, but at least you’re both better concealed. He fucks you raw on the bed and chokes you with his incredibly toned arms. And then he lays with you and you both smoke a joint out the window so it doesn’t smell.

But even then, and even after he left, your thoughts still linger on the knife he had taken with him.

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#Ethan Landry #Ethan Landry x fem! reader #stepbrother! ethan Landry x reader #stepbrother! ethan Landry x fem! reader #ethan Landry smut #Chad Meeks Martin #Chad Meeks Martin x reader #Chad Meeks Martin x fem! reader #Chad Meeks Martin smut #ethan Landry x chad Meeks Martin x reader #ethan Landry x chad Meeks Martin #scream #scream vi #scream iv #jack champion #mason gooding #scream vi fanfiction #ghost face x reader #ghost face

[bucknastysbabe]

hey, i sent something about jacaerys but i didn’t see it crossed out on the bingo so i think tumblr is being a bitch and didn’t send it😟 i’m sorry if you already got the ask i don’t want to be annoying :(

so like i wanted jace with either pegging or overstim, i couldn’t choose between the two💀

The plot bunny finally smacked me upside the head. Jace is such a dutiful little bean he prob has no clue on how to blow backs out BUT👆🏻 is eager to learn and has a WILLING‼️ horse cock I feel it in my veins. Hope you enjoy tumblr is a certified hoe!!

Kink Bingo - Overstimulation

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Multiple orgasms, sexual inexperience, pnv!sex, slight preg kink, Jace Is Dutiful, dom!reader, overstimulation, SAPPY

Jace was a right mess. You grinned at his disheveled state, arousal coursing through your veins. Normally he was so composed, even in bed. Rhaenyra’s eldest would do his marital duty, same position every night, finished with a quiet grunt and rolled over. You grew tired of it, there was no way life would be destined to this.

Banality.

But this, this, was fun. Jace panted hoarsely under you, eyes glassy and cheeks prettily flushed. He had bitten his already plump lips to a dark color, obscenely swollen and wet. You slid up and down his equally swollen cock— taking pleasure as deemed fit. The prince held onto your flexing thighs, gripping so hard you knew it would bruise.

He gasped, “O-oh, sweetheart, wha-what’re you doing to me?”

Jace’s dark brown eyes searched your own blearily. You cried out on a good thrust, running your hands down the sweaty expanse of your body. His breath hitched again, little whimper escaping into the air. You breathed, “Having my fun dear husband. You fuck like a septon.” His legs trembled under yours, face falling.

“N-no I don’t,” he protested weakly.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Poor Jacaerys. He really had no clue, sweet thing. Sliding warm palms to his cheeks you cooed, “Jace, baby, you fuck for duty not pleasure.” His full lips trembled and a guilty look wracked fine features. The brunette babbled, “M’sorry, I- I don’t, ah- teach me!” His hands grasped and rubbed at your sensitive flesh.

Moaning softly you rocked forward onto him, whining at your clit dragging against his tight belly. Still caressing his cheeks you said, “That’s my sweet husband. Seed takes better when the woman is aroused too- fuck- I read that the other day.”

Jace’s eyes rolled at the idea of knocking you up, jerking his hips into your slick pussy. He nodded and moaned, “Yesyesyes!” You bounced harder in excitement, your husband meeting you in stuttering thrusts. His hands moved to claw and dig into your soft waist, biting his puffy lower lip.

His head fell back with a weak cry, throat bobbing under his senseless praises. Your cunt was in heaven, being assaulted by Jace’s cock. He had a nice one, just needed to use it correctly. You braced your hands on his chest, lowering bouncing tits closer. Purring in a sultry tone you said, “That’s what you want hm? Me swollen with your child? My tits blown up?”

Jacaerys whined high in his throat, lashes fluttering. His body tightened and thrashed under yours, the prince’s cock sinking itself to the hilt. You cried out again when Jace groaned, “Fuck yes! Cumming- shit- oh gods!“ His hot spend coated your insides, slicking up everything even more, your body throbbed at the indecent noises.

You didn’t stop, chasing your own high. Jace’s eyes widened as you continued to bounce on his overspent cock, chafing the sensitive flesh in a twisted facsimile of pleasure. He couldn’t move, mouth hung open in shock. You whimpered, “Hold it, c’mon don’t get soft on me!” The prince tried his best but the tight squeeze of your cunt was sending his nerves into a frenzy.

His flushed member didn’t get the chance to soften, already being coaxed back into full hardness. It sent achy little pricks all over the flesh, even to his recently emptied balls. You watched with heated eyes as Jace writhed and drooled from crying out so much. He whimpered, “Fuck fuck fuck oh you’re gonna kill me!”

You felt yourself tipping on the precipice at his pathetic display. With a desperate moan you begged, “Touch me husband, fill me up again, please!”

“Oh gods, fine, ah!”

A couple of tears slipped down his flushed cheeks. You led Jacaerys’ shaky hand to your throbbing clit, crying his name on contact. You clamped down on his overstimulated prick, shaking at his genuine wail. He groaned throatily, “Hurts hngh don’t stop- hngh!” Delirious little laughing sobs left his strained throat, you seizing up.

A bolt of white-hot pleasure licked up your spine, his cock nudging the perfect place again and again. Your hands fisted into his brown hair, rolling through the waves of pleasure. Jace gasped and came again with sobs of pleasure-pain. The release of more seed had you pulsing around him, whimpering brokenly.

You fell forward, breasts smacking against Jace’s heaving chest. The pair of you were overheated and spent— but a feeling of completeness was in the air. He sought your lips, babbling into your mouth, “I love you so so much- others take me.” You shared a couple of bone tired, lazy pecks with your husband, still trembling from the intense high.

You sighed, “Love you too, you okay my sweet?”

The brunette nodded, arms locked around your sweaty body. He slid out with a wince and whine, you doing the same at feeling the copious cum leaking out of your sore entrance. His forehead pressed against your own as he breathed, “We must do that again when I’m…recovered.”

You giggled at Jace’s words, agreeing with the man. While pinching his cheek you teased, “Then you’ll have an heir sooner than you’d like my prince.” Nuzzling against your soft neck the brunette laughed, “Good.” Sleep did not take long to find the thoroughly sated pair.

#hotd fanfic #jace velaryon x reader #hotd smut #dom!reader #jacaerys smut #answered asks #kink bingo

[voxofthevoid]

This should have been another Dickfest Wednesday, but well, Chapter 236 derailed my plans...considerably. I got bitten by a plot bunny (by three actually, including the curse!Gojou one), and since it doesn't seem like I can get back to my usual JJK madness until I get this out of my system (unfondly remembering the time I had to do the same after Marvel's Endgame fucked up Steve's character arc), Dickfest Wednesdays are now suspended in favor of Time Travel Fuck-It Wednesdays.

Bit of a mouthful, but ah well.

The premise is that post-236 Gojou time-travels to the past, around two years pre-canon, and sets about trying to avoid the doomed future he came from in the most unhinged way possible—including raising Yuuji like a lamb to the slaughter the way he refused to commit to in canon. Whether it works out like he plans is another matter.

He stares for a beat longer at the groaning body at his feet before surveying the others scattered around the alley. Everyone’s alive and breathing. No one’s conscious. Yuuji doesn’t do this usually, doesn’t let it get this far. But he’s never had to, the delinquents and wannabe-gangsters running away after they take a few of his punches.

___

A low, long whistle makes Yuuji freeze from head to toe.

But this was a bigger group, and one of them had a knife. They were confident, and Yuuji was angry, and now he knows what sharp metal feels like bending in his fist while cutting through flesh.

They’re all still breathing, all still unconscious; the whistle came from none of them.

Yuuji whips around, fists up in a fighting stance. The left one hurts, the long cut dug into the meat of his palm a wet pulse. It’s sticky and hot too, blood seeping out from between his fingers and trickling down his wrist, but Yuuji knows he can fight with it. He already has.

It’s dark already, a flickering streetlight barely lighting up the mouth of the alley.

The man who melts out of the shadows seems to glow with his own unholy light.

Maybe it’s the hair—the purest white Yuuji’s ever seen on a person. It’s nothing like the grey that’s taken over what’s left of his grandpa’s hair, but the man is clearly not old enough to have started greying anyway. He’s young. He’s older than Yuuji though, clearly an adult.

Shit, it’s an adult.

“They’re alive!” Yuuji blurts out. “I didn’t—”

—kill them, he doesn’t finish. Even thinking the words feels surreal. Of course he didn’t. Of course he wouldn’t.

The man smiles like he heard them anyway, his strangely glossy lips curling up into a broad grin. It’s friendly enough. Yuuji can’t quite bring himself to relax, though he brings his arms down, letting them hang loose and ready at his sides.

“I know,” says the stranger. “You don’t seem the killing kind.”

Yuuji swallows thickly. He opens his mouth and closes it, not sure what to say. There’s the urge to defend himself—to explain and excuse. But none of it feels really honest, even when they’re true.

They tried to stab him, but he snapped the knife in half and drove his fist into the would-be stabber’s gut hard enough to send him flying into the alley wall.

They cornered him, but he saw it coming and let it happen.

They started it, but Yuuji’s been wandering around after school for hours, winding around the shadiest parts of town with the full knowledge of what would come calling if he just lingered long enough.

There’s no one waiting for him at home, again. His grandpa’s been spending longer and longer at the hospital, and Yuuji knows that, one day soon, he won’t come home at all. His grandpa won’t admit it. The doctors and nurses all talk around it. But he knows.

“It’s late, you know,” the man says, like he’s read Yuuji’s mind. “A kid like you shouldn’t be out at this hour. Who knows what kind of trouble will come calling.”

A throaty groan sounds from behind Yuuji, and he can’t help glancing over his shoulder. The guy who made the noise is still on the ground, curling into an even tighter fetal position.

He looks back at the stranger and finds his grin has widened into an unsettling slash. He raises a hand, the pad of his index finger settling on the bridge of his glasses. It’s lowered, exposing eyes that seem light and bright even at this distance.

Yuuji stands very still as he and the bodies behind him are surveyed.

“But trouble’s already found you,” the man says. “Did you fight them alone?”

“…Yes.”

“Impressive.” He sounds sincere, which really isn’t what Yuuji’s expecting. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Yuuji says on reflex; his throbbing hand calls him out on the lie, but Yuuji bites his tongue.

The man doesn’t seem fooled, his grin turning crooked. “Don’t lie now. There’s no shame in getting a little beat up fighting…hm, six on one, is it? They look older too. You’re, what, a middle-schooler?”

Yuuji’s tempted to lie. He can pass as a high-schooler if he has to. But he’s also wearing his school uniform.

He nods.

The man takes a step forward.

Yuuji steps back, freezing when the heel of his shoe brushes something that flinches away with a groan.

A blink, and the man is there, kneeling in front of Yuuji.

He’s freakishly tall. It was clear when he was standing, but it’s somehow more obvious now when he’s on his knees in front of Yuuji and only barely looking up at him. This close, even in the shadows cloaking the alley, Yuuji can tell that his eyes are blue—the kind of blue he’s only seen on a screen, gleaming with the colors of the sea.

It knocks the breath right out of his lungs.

And he doesn’t react in time to stop the man from grabbing his injured hand and raising it to eye level.

There’s another low whistle. Yuuji flinches, pulling his hand back. It doesn’t budge. The stranger’s grip is deceptively light, long fingers curled delicately around Yuuji’s wrist, but there’s absolutely no give to it.

“Hey,” Yuuji croaks. “Let go.”

“That’s a nasty cut,” comes the reply, like the guy didn’t even hear Yuuji. “You should get that looked at.”

“Let go.”

A stronger pull, Yuuji letting up on some of his typical restraint.

His hand still doesn’t budge.

And that—that’s never happened before.

The man looks like he barely noticed the protest or the resistance, examining Yuuji’s hand with those weirdly bright eyes of his. They flicker up, meeting Yuuji’s stare and crinkling at the corners.

Yuuji’s throat clicks dry when he swallows.

The man’s free hand dips into his pocket, and Yuuji tenses on instinct, keenly aware of what happened just minutes earlier when a stranger’s hand did the same, but the man just pulls out a handkerchief, its white nearly as bright as the hair on his head.

Yuuji clues in a second before the fabric touches his skin.

“Wait!”

The man freezes, blinking quizzically up at Yuuji. “I’m just going to clean it. It’ll only hurt a bit.”

“That’s not…” Yuuji shakes his head, tugging at his hand again and somehow surprised when it still doesn’t move. “It’ll get dirty.”

The man laughs, a sharp bark of a sound. The grin his mouth settles into is discomfitingly sharp. “You really do have the strangest priorities.”

The fabric is pressed to the cut, the blood sopped up with light, gentle pats. It stings, but that’s barely noticeable. Yuuji’s more concerned about the dark stain spreading across the white cloth. His blood looks more black than red.

It’s a sweet but useless gesture. The more blood the man wipes away, the more spurts from the cut. Yuuji’s whole hand is sticky and hot.

Then the man sighs and presses the handkerchief to the wound, hard enough to make Yuuji hiss through clenched teeth. That earns him the full focus of those bright blue eyes, and maybe blood loss is getting to Yuuji, but he could swear those eyes are actually, literally glowing.

“Who are you?” he asks.

“Gojou Satoru, at your service,” he answers, both hands now wrapped tightly around Yuuji’s wounded one. “Do you know who I am?”

“No?”

“You don’t sound very sure.”

“No,” Yuuji says firmly. “Why would I?”

“Why indeed,” Gojou echoes softly. “Can I ask you a question?”

“That’s all you’ve been doing this whole time!”

Gojou chuckles. His hands are warm around Yuuji’s, burning as hot as the cut.

“That’s fair,” Gojou says. “This isn’t like those questions though. It’s very important.”

Yuuji swallows again. His heart is beating faster than it did during the fight, and there’s something in the air that lines the insides of his throat with serrated ice each time he drags in a breath.

He doesn’t like this.

Whatever Gojou’s about to ask, the question blazing in those eyes and tucked behind his smile—it’s nothing Yuuji wants to hear. He’s not sure where that certainty comes from, but he knows it’s only matched by the certainty that he needs to hear it all the same.

“What is it?” he whispers.

Gojou’s eyes bore into him, their blue living and lashing.

“Itadori Yuuji,” he asks, “do you want to save the world?”

#goyuu #jjk #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #wip wednesday #jjk snippets #my fic #fic: everything burned

[rose-of-pollux]

A good number of people seem to have enjoyed my BTTF fic, "'Cause I Might Not Make it Back," and out of nowhere I'm getting bitten by a plot bunny for a possible sequel, only this time, the plot involves 1932!Emmett getting stranded in 1986.

He isn't going to have amnesia or anything like Marty did, but poor Emmett is probably going to be in a constant state of anxiety because "THE TIMELINE!!!!!!" and wanting to get back to his proper time before the Ripple Effect kicks in (1986!Doc is in the exact same state of anxiety, hiding to minimize contact with his past self, and probably hugging Einstein while internally screaming as Clara just tries to comfort him).

So of course Emmett runs to Marty for help, and Marty, bless him, is all "Of course I'll help you, Emmett!" Only it takes him a comically long time to register that 1932!Emmett somehow has ended up in 1986 and poor Emmett doesn't want to insult his intelligence by stating the obvious.

The penny finally drops and Marty just slowly turns with the wildest O__O face you ever saw as Emmett just nods helplessly.

I don't know much else yet other than there is absolutely going to be a scene where Marty is trying to hide Emmett but of course Jules and Verne see him at some point and Marty just does a total mental bluescreen as they innocently ask who Marty's "new friend" is.

There are a lot of details to work out, the main one being figuring out a good reason for why Marty can't just drag Emmett to the DeLorean and take him back that way, but I'll figure it out, I'm sure.

Fair warning, it's going to be a hot minute before I get to this because I really do want to do the Hogan's Heroes crossover first.

I also have a couple super angsty plot bunnies that bit, but those I'll save for another time.

#I once again blame Roger Bart for all of these plot bunnies biting me #story ideas #bttf #back to the future #bttf the game

[teecupangel]

Submitted by @saberamane​

Another plot bunny has bitten me. The Isu are seen as gods, and they created humans, but God also created something else.

Angel’s.

What if Angel’s were the Isu’s ‘first’ attempt at creating a slave race, but they made them a little too useful. Like they were given some of the same powers as the artifacts you find in the games? There were some that had the power of the shrouds, so they could heal. Others had the 'knowledge’ base of the apple’s, etc.

And what if, these beings that were powerful, and had knowledge, and wings, decided they didn’t want to be enslaved? 

So they revolted, like the humans later on, but ultimately failed. And this is where the terms 'fallen angel’ and 'demons’ stems from. Most were wiped out, and those that couldn’t be killed were imprisoned. And one of those angel’s just so happens to be Desmond.

He was a 'jack of all trades’ angel, but one that pretty much excelled at everything he was 'built’ to do, and one of the innate abilities he had made him very difficult, nearly impossible, to kill. So he was one of the ones imprisoned.

And where was he imprisoned at? The vault under the vatican. So Rodrigo was wrong in stating that God himself was inside the vault, but the assassin’s were very much right in thinking it was a 'weapon’.

So Ezio gets to the vault, and instead of a message from Minerva, he finds a winged man, chained suspended in the air, his wings pinned like a butterfly’s to the wall and bleeding golden blood.

And Desmond, knowing this being wasn’t an Isu, but also not an Angel, doens’t know what to do with the man that frees him.

Rodrigo though? Desmond doesn’t know what he is, but he knows evil when he sees it, and Desmond decides the first act of his freedom is to rid the world of an Isu adjacent monster.

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Additions from teecup:

Perhaps we can even make it that Desmond had been ‘saved’ by Minerva because he had been Minerva’s slave. But it wasn’t kindness that made Minerva push for him to be imprisoned. Other than the fact that he was almost indestructible, Desmond’s genes were used for the second attempt of slaves because he was, for some reason, less violent than his ‘brethren’ (honestly, it was because Minerva was less of a dick than the rest of the Isus but he wasn’t going to say that) so the fallen angel Desmond became the ‘basis’ of humans.

So Rodrigo wasn’t exactly wrong in saying ‘God’ dwells inside the vault as one may look at Desmond’s connection to humanity as something similar to a god. Just… not the god Rodrigo assumes.

Also, Desmond’s connection to humanity would make him ‘kinder’ to them, especially to Ezio who he sees as the one who unchained him from his prison. At the same time, Ezio’s mastery of the Eagle Vision meant that he was drenched in the blood of the Isus, of the blood of those who betrayed him and his brethren so there would be some kind of conflict between them as well.

Desmond doesn’t need to see evil to not like Rodrigo. Rodrigo is the leader of an organization that says “May the Father of Understanding Guides Us” who, as far as Desmond knew, was supposed to be Yaldabaoth since Yaldabaoth was the Father of Understanding in charge of creating a slave race for the Isus (also, even if he hears that it’s Tinia, he’d be like “Tinia’s an idiot who was able to remain of high standing because his daughter was brilliant.”)

… If other fallen angels were imprisoned because they couldn’t be killed, doesn’t that mean that we can make Desmond’s main goal is to save those still alive?

Like, perhaps one of them was underneath Alamut and the other was in the Grand Temple (just to give us some kind of way to include Altaïr and Ratonhnhaké:ton XD)

#submission #the whole solar flare thing could be that minerva expects desmond to use the device #and he’ll still live anyway because of the way he’s built #so minerva’s message is for desmond not ezio… again #ezio would be less of a prophet and more of… a key #i guess #it would be funny if the fallen angel in alamut was dying for some reason #and so he fused with altaïr and that’s why altaïr lived soooo long in ac revelations #and him dying in his library is actually him imprisoning himself because he’s tired #i’m sorry #i just think fallen angel!altaïr would be so fun to think about #he’s my blorbo #i’m allowed to put him in anywhere i can #the fallen angel in the grand temple could have gone insane #because of juno #am i saying he’s clay? #suuurrreee #assassin's creed #desmond miles #desmond as a fallen angel #desmond as the creator of mankind #technicallllyyy

[lsk3nn3dys]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑: 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮

Suguru Getou x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: dub!con, getou x sorcerer!fem!reader, barely any plot really just smut cause whoring hours, pet names (newest little recruit and bunny), manipulation, some coercion, oral sex m!receiving, blowjobs, throat fucking, kinda sorta size kink, hair pulling, dacryphilia, and cum swallowing

“Aw, so you’re the newest little recruit?” the man who has been excommunicated from Jujutsu Sorcery coos. “Trying to make it big by taking down a semi-special grade, hmm?”

“No, that’s not…” you trail off. You are trying to prove your power by taking down a semi-special grade, but you’ve bitten off more than you could chew. Getou came to collect the curse for his own gain, effectively saving you.

“Oh? It’s not?” he asks. “Who are you trying to impress, hmm?”

“No one,” you shoot back. “And that’s none of your business anyway.” He chuckles.

“Little new recruit fights back,” he points out. “You know, I could use that–”

“I would never join you,” you spit back.

“Oh really?” he moves closer to you. “Even after I made the courtesy of saving you?”

“That has no bearing,” you reply.

“Isn’t it the right thing to reward your savior?” he asks. “I saved your life, and you treat me so terribly. Don’t I deserve thanks?”

“I would nev–” he cuts you off now.

“You want to be a good recruit, don’t you?” he asks. “Do the right thing and reward someone who has helped you.” He did save you, and you do feel bad that you really did not do much in the fight.

“How much do you want?” you ask, assuming he wants financial compensation.

“Oh, I don’t want your money,” he says. “I want something else. Something more valuable.” He looks you up and down, showing his true intention. His real intention of a reward.

“Something more valuable?” you question.

“Yes, something more valuable,” he gives you his closed-eyed smile. “For instance, why don’t you use that cute little mouth of yours for another purpose.”

“I…I…” you aren’t sure what to say.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell your superiors,” he says. “I’ll be your little secret.” His hands place themselves on your waist, and he closes the space between you both and kisses you. Surprisingly, he’s gentle. He pulls away from you to see your innocent shocked face.

“Now, really use your pretty mouth, bunny,” he says. Getou helps you to be lowered to your knees. Then, without much more convincing, you give in and begin to remove his clothing to reveal his hard cock. The swollen pink tip is already leaking small beads of precum. He knew that this would end up happening.

You begin to pump him with your hand, and he chuckles at your innocent act. You’re wondering if you can even take him in your mouth. He’s just so big. He grabs at your hair and gives you a smirk.

“You think you can take me, bunny?” he asks. He tightens his grip on your hair. “That would be such a shame, wouldn’t it?” You shake your head vigorously.

“I-I can,” you defend.

“Alright, prove it to me, bunny,” he says. You do as he asks and open your mouth. Then, you carefully lower yourself on his cock with your tongue sliding against his base. You feel him pull your hair as he tries to quicken you. He overpowers you and shoves you down to where your nose hits his pelvis. You gag around him, trying to take him. You look up at Getou, and he seems to love the eyes your giving him. You feel some tears prickle the corners of your eyes, and Getou relishes in your tears. “Aww, look at you, bunny. So cute and innocent.”

He drags you up his cock to his tip and then slams you back down. You gag again, and he doesn’t give you time to adjust and instead sets a fast pace. He uses you to suck him off, and you can’t help but feel excited. You’re sucking off the enemy of the Jujutsu Sorcerers, and he’s using you like a doll. You moan on his cock, and the vibrations make Getou shudder somewhat.

“Fuck, you have such a good tongue, don’t you?” he says. Your throat burns, as well as your tears, as you try to keep up with his pace. You whimper, and it makes Getou throw his head back, and he instead thrusts into your mouth. You clutch at his thighs, trying to ground yourself.

His cock begins to twitch in your mouth as Getou nears his climax. He thrusts faster to chase his release, and you brace yourself for his cum. He thrusts into your throat deeply and cums.

When he pulls his cock out, he puts his hand on your chin and makes you look at him.

“Swallow my cum, bunny,” he demands. Your burned throat bobs as you swallow his cum. “Good bunny.” He helps you back on your feet, but your knees wobble when you’re standing. He catches you before you fall.

“Thank you,” you say shyly.

“Getting shy on me?” he jokes. “How cute.”

“Shut up,” you snap.

“You sure you don’t want to join me?” he asks. “If you did, I would happily return the favor you gave me.” You glare at him.

“I repaid you for saving me,” you start. “So, that’s all you’ll get from me.” You back away from him, not wanting his hands to hold you up.

“Alright,” he says. “But I feel you’ll come back to me at some point.”

☜☆☞

𝟏𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬

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#۰۪۫ ۪۫☃۰۪۫ ۪۫ Lauren's 12 Days of Kinkmas #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #suguru #getou #suguru getou #getou suguru #suguru x reader #getou x reader #suguru getou x reader #getou suguru x reader

[viatagrinner]

Trick but Treat.

Gilbert von Obsidian. I'll take pranks on you sweetly.

Helloween is an important holiday in Rhodolite. Especially for gluttons and rascals. And this year, his name is the first thing that comes to mind.

However, despite the preparations for the holiday, Gilbert is nowhere to be seen.

(Weird...)

MC was holding a basket full of sweets.

(Even though I made 5 times the usual amount of sweets for Lord Gilbert, who loves to eat).

If MC meets him, she'll have to choose between treats and a brutal battle.

Given the prince's nickname, "World Disaster," the girl has decided to prepare thoroughly.

(I'm sure Lord Gilbert loves Halloween).

The only place MC didn't look for him was the chapel. Usually it is an abandoned place, this chapel is used on special occasions. That's where the heroine headed.

A black figure stood at the sacred altar.

Gilbert: Hmm, you're an idiot, Miss little Bunny.

(I wonder why.)

Gilbert: You knew that if you came here, you would be alone with me.

She walked up to the prince, he smiled cheerfully.

MC: ...Are you plotting something bad?

Gilbert: How about that? It all depends on Miss little Bunny.

Gilbert: More importantly, thank you.

Pointing to the basket, Gilbert became sad.

Gilbert: But I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood today.

Gilbert: I wonder how long these sweets will last.

(...Lord Gilbert, who, once he starts eating, will keep eating sweets indefinitely, doesn't want to eat them!)

MC: Did something happen to you?

Gilbert smiled, but remained silent. MC knows that the prince doesn't like to lie.

MC: Well, sorry. Excuse me.

Reaching out, the girl touched his neck. The normally cold skin was slightly warm.

That's normal, but Gilbert's body temperature is naturally low.

The heroine suggests that he be examined by a doctor.

Gilbert: ...Miss little Bunny.

The atmosphere near Gilbert changed. It became as cold and sharp as icicles.

It was as if a black evil had entered the sacred space.

Gilbert: Hey, it's Helloween.

The prince shortened his distance, the tip of his cane resting on the girl's chin.

Gilbert: Sweet prank or cruel prank... What do you prefer?

MC: I already gave you the candy.

Gilbert: Trick-or-treating is a trick where if you don't eat the candy, you have no choice but to go bad, right?

MC: It's Lord Gilbert's choice/will not to eat candy...

Gilbert: Yeah, are you really going against my will?

(I didn't think it was so unreasonable!)

But it's too late to be sorry, that MC was looking for a prince.

(Are you trying to hide the fact that you don't feel well?)

But she brushes these worries aside, because perhaps the subject is better left unaddressed.

Willing not to take any chances, the heroine chooses sweet prank. Smiling Gilbert ends up at her back.

Feeling that she was embraced from behind like a lover, MC's body tensed.

Gilbert: Then I'll be as gentle as possible.

(Eventually.... I have a very bad feeling about this.)

Baring the girl's neck, Gilbert bit her neck with all his might.

As the title "sweet prunk" promised, there was no intense pain, but the skin quickly turned red.

MC: Stop it!

Gilbert: Hehe... Miss little Bunny knows my secret?

MC: Secret?

Gilbert: Yes. Actually, I...

Gilbert: I was a vampire.

MC: ........

(.....Oh, is this a joke?)

And the girl was bitten on the neck again.

Sucking the skin on her neck like he was drinking blood, the man left a hickey.

(Lord Gilbert.... doesn't lie.)

MC almost dropped the basket of sweets, but the prince didn't let that happen.

Gilbert chuckled.

(Oh...Now you're laughing.)

Gilbert: You really are such a fool. You're honest and you don't know how to doubt people...

MC: It's the result of Lord Gilbert's acting ability! It was hard not to believe!

MC: But it turns out that Lord Gilbert lied...

Gilbert: Only it's not a lie, it's a joke...

Gilbert: I wanted to play a joke on you... Hahaha.... I can't stop laughing.

It's not like the heroine's embarrassment will go away so quickly.

(I know I'm dealing with Lord Gilbert, but I'm extremely frustrated.)

She clenches her fist at Gilbert, whose body is still shaking with laughter.

MC: Lord Gilbert...Trick or Treat?

Gilbert: Oh, you want to prank me, too? I'm looking forward to it.

(He doesn't want to give me treats to begin with).

The girl snatches the cane from Gilbert's unusually vulnerable hand and points it at him.

MC: I've never told anyone this before, but...

MC: I'm actually a witch.

Gilbert: Yeah? What kind of magic do you use?

MC: Don't be surprised, okay?

(I'll make you believe it.)

The cane, which turned out to be heavier than she thought, draws a circle...

MC: I hope Lord Gilbert gets better soon.

Gilbert: .........

MC: I cast a spell so that tomorrow you'll be the same old glutton Lord Gilbert.

The laughter disappeared, and there was a heavy silence in the chapel.

(...... I shouldn't have done what I wasn't used to doing.)

Gilbert, who looked stunned, came to his senses and lowered his face, shaking his whole body again.

Gilbert: Hahaha, Ms little Bunny wants me to die laughing?

Of course not. Now she's embarrassed again.

MC: The sweets will keep until tomorrow, so please eat them when you feel like it!

After putting down the cane and the basket of sweets, the heroine was about to leave, but the prince grabbed her by the arm.

Gilbert: Wait.

MC: What else...?

Before the last word is spoken, Gilbert's lips touch her cheeks.

Their officially first kiss, not counting the cards and the bite on her neck 😘🤯🎉

The kiss was so unexpected that for a moment MC blinked, not knowing what had just happened.

Gilbert: I thank you.

MC: You're welcome...

(I wonder if this is just a sweet joke or...)

In the end, Gilbert's prank was not outrageous.

MC's heart hammered hard, but for a different reason, and she turned around and ran out of the chapel.

Left alone, Gilbert loses his strength and sits down on a bench. After hesitating, he reaches out for the candy.

Gilbert: Mmmm...Yummy.

Gilbert: Magic really does exist.

I adore Gilbert's MC. Sweet, caring, humorous, but also insightful and brave. (It takes courage to take the cane away from Gilbert).

#ikemen prince #ikemen ouji #ikepri #ikepri translation #ikemen gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert #That rare case where I released the translation on time

[spectralsleuth]

would you be alright with fanfiction of LSoW? i've been bitten by a plot bunny about sal and yoshi reuniting in canonverse after 20+ years of radio silence ("isn't that premise incredibly depressing?" *cracks knuckles* yes but no, not if i do it right). i might like to polish and post it (with credit obviously), but i'd also happily keep it to myself! up to you. :)

(i'm snoftshell-snurtle btw)

snoftshell-snurtle makes me laugh every time I see it.

I actually briefly discussed this with someone before on discord and made ourselves sad thinking about it! I would absolutely LOVE and fic for this series, and anyone has blanket permission as of now to make whatever they would like in this universe, or even inspired by this universe.

#rottmnt #tmnt #tmntau #LSoW #space-mouse #i am answering my tiny little box of asks in one go like a cat rolling in catnip

[period-dramallama]

Review: Katherine by Anya Seton

I know I know I said I would have time at the end of last year, but then I got bitten by a plot bunny and after that I had my annual New Year holiday at my mum’s, AND THEN I got bitten by another plot bunny…

TLDR: an enjoyable read, but my high expectations were disappointed.

The plot

At times the novel was very slow, but it felt slice-of-life looking at different aspects of the 14th century: the plague, jousts, pilgrimage, murder, the Peasant’s Revolt. The title ‘Katherine’ is rather misleading because the world around her is much more interesting than she is, frankly. And while the pace is slow, the murder of [SPOILER] is a good source of dramatic irony: waiting for the characters to find out the terrible secret.

You can see the seeds of the dynastic dispute that will become the Wars of the Roses: Mortimer thinking that his descendants by Philippa will get the throne sooner than John’s descendants. Cob’s subplot with Katherine was good.

Also good on Anya for not lazily confusing her history and remembering that the young Hotspur of Shakespeare is not the same as the historical dude, who was much older than Harry of Monmouth. It was good to see Hotspur, although I think his fame from Shakespeare is probably the reason he’s in the book. At times the book is like a who’s who of 14th century England: Katherine meets Julian of Norwich. It’s also fun to see Chaucer and the references to his work and historical people influencing his writing. I liked his perspective on the Peasants’ Revolt: he’s hidden in his rooms, passing the time with his stories, so he comes out to see the destruction like that gif of the man who enters the burning living room with pizza.

Gaunt confronts the archbishop at St Paul’s and it’s a great set piece.

More Wycliffe and John of Gaunt, please! I loved seeing John of Gaunt use Wycliffe for his own political ends. “John was truly devout in a hearty male way… he believed as his father and mother had believed, so Wyclif had ended by horrifying him.”

Whoever wrote that placard calling Gaunt a Flemish changeling…truly the winner of the Darwin Award. My guy, at least disguise your handwriting.

I did get a sense of the importance of religion to medieval people, which was good:

“What then was certain? What was there that would not shift and veer at the mercy of the winds of feeling?”

“Sanctity, the clergy said. Prayer. The practice of religion. The benevolence of the holy saints. The Grace of God.”

“He had not pointed out that the devil’s hand with the five fingers of lechery gripped a man by the lions, to throw him into the furnace of Hell.”

The action scenes, for want of a better phrase, are also well-written: “But on the second course he shattered the boy’s spear and, though his own lance point was broken off by the shock, he swerved Morel and, coolly slanting the butt of his lance into the boy’s armpit- beneath the breastplate, lifted him from his saddle and deposited him on the ground.”

The writing

“During the time of terror and hideous death there had been no dignity of mourning, and now in the honours done the Duchess they could weep quietly for their own dead, too.”

The plague sequence was well written: atmospheric, full of doom and dread.

Sometimes the writing was….IMHO, bordering on the silly. “Lay bathed in a moony light” “the blue Percy lions on their surcoats jigged in and out with their fierce breathings.” Anya, baby, don’t write under the influence. It’s not a good idea.

The medieval songs were a welcome inclusion that made the world feel more real.

There are some good turns of phrase in this book: “He’s swollen with pride and no doubt March has been puffing it with the hot air of promises.”

“Bloodshed-“ the friar smiled faintly. “Blood is all you knights understand.”

“There’s still the bishops! May the devil’s pitchforks prick their fat rumps until they’ve bled out all the gold!”

“like released bowstrings, the two hundred diners jumped to their feet and waited.”

Anya writes crowds and the mood of crowds well, she is good at depicting mass hysteria and mob mentality. “Already a dozen heads had rolled into the central gutter, which ran crimson. Vultures and kites perched high above on the house gables, watching as intently as the crowd did.”

There are some lovely expressions of emotion. “Humility struck Katherine, even shame that she had dared to expect love from such a man as this.” “Am I then nothing of myself? She thought with anguish. Can I not live apart from memories of him”

There’s humorous moments too. “The excited fishmonger had just caught sight of Katherine standing like a church statue beyond his angry wife.” “She held out a fat dimpled hand so loaded with diamonds that Katherine, as she curtsied, could scarce find space to kiss.” “There he may cool his ardours by taming the Scots, who are rampaging as usual. God bless them.” “They were recounting with relish the horrors of the revolt in London two months ago, while a Norfolk man insisted that they had had a worse time of it up here than any Londoner could know.” “Five children stood by a thatched stable which enclosed crudely painted homemade figures of the nativity, and loudly disputed whether the Baby were smiling or not.”

The characters

Take a shot every time Katherine’s beauty is mentioned or described. You will pass out.  There are fewer references to her beauty as the book goes on.

“She had beauty still, the thinness of her flesh but exposed the grace of her bones and sinews.”

…mostly fewer references.

“He reached out his finger to touch the white streaks at her temples. “Age on you has but added swan’s wings to your fairness,” he said wryly, “while I’m grizzled and hacked like an old badger.”

I said FEWER references, not none.

“They stared at each other in a struggle that racked them both, and she clung to the sudden enmity between them as a shield.” “They stood looking at each other, breathing as though they raced with time.”

The chemistry between John and Katherine has promise, but the development of the attraction is pretty thin. There is attraction between them but at almost halfway through the book, I still didn’t get what Katherine’s appeal was to him, apart from her beauty. She’s the main character, yet I didn’t get a sense of a personality. Philippa ‘Pica’ Chaucer might be brash and grating to the people around her, but at least I could describe her to you. What’s Katherine’s personality? Um…she’s beautiful? She’s a controlling parent to Blanchette? She’s a loyal friend to Blanche? And….um…yeah.

John goes from desiring Katherine to suddenly saying he loves her: it’s a very abrupt change in his feelings.

“Inclination and good taste” prevent Katherine from interfering in politics. It’s “men’s business” and she’s framed as better than that meddling realm-ruiner Alice Perrers (boo!hiss!)

It might seem hypocritical of me to criticise Katherine being apolitical- didn’t I just say I wanted Katherine to have more personality and now she has a definable personality trait I’m criticising it for not being the personality I wanted?

But I do think it’s a missed opportunity. Yes, I’m biased, I like scheming women, but I really do think it would be a more interesting book if Katherine paid attention to John of Gaunt’s activities, maybe even advised him. It would serve as a window into John of Gaunt, who he is, what drives him. There’s nothing wrong with wanting the quiet life but it does make Katherine rather passive. Dozens and dozens of pages go by without Katherine and the duke interacting. Their reunion at the end is lovely, but it would be even better if their relationship was well-developed. “This castle was his, the bread she ate, the clothes she wore came from his bounty. Like the hundreds in his retinue, like his children, like this young squire who stood waiting respectfully before her, she had no course but submission.” I like the realism of this passage, but again, it does feel like a missed opportunity to get closer to John of Gaunt’s inner workings. There is a scene where John confides in Katherine by her coaxing, and it’s a pleasant scene, but it’s all the more frustrating because it’s the only time. “His need for her deepened, he talked to her more freely about all his concerns, and he kept her with him constantly, showing her many public as well as private signs of his love.”

That’s the good stuff! I don’t want that information in passing, I want to see it happen! That’s what I want to read! Not Reminder no. 312 that Katherine Is Beautiful!

(Maybe this is a sign that I should be reading a novel about Alice Perrers instead. Or writing one? Eyes emoji.)

“But by night, sometimes she was with him in dreams. In these dreams there was love between them, tenderness greater than there had really been. She awoke from these with her body throbbing and a sense of agonising loss.” I was struck by the nuance and the pessimism of this passage. It was a different kind of love story than I had expected from a ‘classic romance’.

“She was no longer simply ‘Katherine’ she must adjust again to the various labels that the world would give her, and the demands fair and unfair that it would make.”

That’s great but I still don’t know who Katherine IS beneath all these labels!!

I did like this moment with Katherine during the Peasants’ Revolt. Anya astutely summarised some historical truths: she gets it right where Margaret Mitchell got it wrong:

“A good manor lord cares for his serfs,” she continued. “He gives them ale feasts and alms. In time of trouble he protects them, feeds them, and he administers justice for them that they have not the understanding to do for themselves. They’re like his children.”

The friar gave his rare chuckle. “You voice the arguments for slavery that are old as Babylon and have satisfied many. There are however others who prefer freedom to any benefits – I don’t know,” he added half to himself, “what is God’s law.”  

I was not expecting Katherine to imprison her daughter for disobedience, especially as the real Blanchette seems to have died younger.

(However, espousing the views of the time is still not a personality.)

“Katherine, who was always just, stroked the dark curls.” Always just??? Anya?? My sister in Christ, she bullied Blanchette into marriage, that’s not just!!

Anya definitely has Opinions about gender roles. Katherine’s femininity is Good and Modest and Natural, Richard’s femininity is Sinister and Unnatural.

“Ay, there was perversion of all sorts dwelling behind those tinted beardless cheeks, the gold-powdered curls, the tall slender body that bore itself so haughtily in violet brocade which gave forth a wave of scent as he passed.”

“Next came a giggling, mincing group of young men in skintight hose that showed their thighs, and more, and who wore velvet shoes with points half a yard long – Richard’s contemporaries and cronies.”

Why is literally everyone in this novel more interesting than Katherine? This novel is like a bagel: a hearty ring, but the centre is a hole, a void.

#historical fiction #book reviews #book review #katherine by anya seton #anya seton

[polizwrites]

WIP Update -  19 Jul 2023

Another pretty darned productive writing week!   I touched 6 fics (4 WIPs & 2 new works)  for a total of   3795 words.

On Ao3, I posted:

Chapter 2 of  Finding Something Fresh  - Beta!sub!Bucky and  Omega!Dom!Steve are figuring out the parameters of their relationship

  There Would Be No Courage Were It Not for Hope  - Tony being Bucky’s guide to queerness in the 21st century - bonus Pride Parade Float!

Where Will He Be Tomorrow?  - No Powers AU - Natasha & Tony BroTP with exploration of gender.

Music to His Ears  - Rock Band AU - Bucky discovering Tony’s band 

Once Bitten, Not Shy  - Tony and werewolf!Steve post-hookup     

On Tumblr I posted:

 On the Edge of Disaster  - CA:CW retelling/fix-it

I have  17 semi-active WIPs  😬 with my  current  deadlines being the July Break Bingo, which ends 31 Jul and the  Tony Stark This or That  and Hot Bucky Summer events, which both wrap at the end of August. 

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing   Morguna and the Green Queen, I  got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked  Faustie into   collab’ing with me!  We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve  contributed about 900 words towards the  2500-ish we have so far.   Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.  

WinterIron Pride Prompt Party  [WI_PPP]  (Ends 15 Jul)

I didn’t get any more fills in for this daily prompt event hosted by the WinterIron Discord server, but I did a few self-recs to qualify for the Halfway badge  (15 fills).  I’m working on getting the fics posted to Ao3 -  here’s my Masterpost

July Break Bingo  [JBB_23] (Ends 31 Jul)

Signed up for a 3x3 card for this all fandoms, no minimums bingo event  (@julybreakbingo ) because of course I need more prompts!   😁😬  I’m aiming for a blackout with three fills and four WIPs with another idea or two to work on.  I’m playing a bit fast and loose with a few prompts, but I hope y’all enjoy anyways!

* A1 - “I can keep going” -filling this with Chapter 3 of Technicalities  (Stucky professort/student  AU)  which is a crossover with my ACB Mutual Pining and SVB Experiment squares --  A bit of manual labor brings Professor!Steve and  Student(but not Steve’s student)! Bucky closer together.   It’s coming in at 1305 words and will post on  7/26.  

* A2 - “I think I’m losing my mind.”  Filled this with What Happens in San Francisco…  in combination with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF208 Reporting the Scoop]  and a SVB adoptable: Celebration Sex.  It will eventually get posted to Ao3.

* A3  -  Word: Advantage or Antonyms -- Flling this with Chapter 3 of A Sugar-Coated Pill  (WinterIron Omegaverse Sugar Daddy AU) which is coming in at 1341 words and will post on 7/21.  It’s crossing over with my HBE "How Did You Meet?” + High Stakes Op  and  TSTOT  Omegaverse  prompts, along with  my WIB AU: A/B/O square.  Bucky and Tony continue to make a good team, then sugar baby!Tony asks Bucky for a favor.

* B1 - Location: Train Tracks -  combining this with my BBB  Never the Fall that Kills You  square for  an angsty  Winter Soldier fic  - it’s sitting at 104 words and fighting me a bit at the moment. 😬

* B2 - FREE --  Will probably combine with this or next week’s Flash Fiction Friday. 

* B3 - Pining/Longing/Being Needy -  filling this with Chapter 4 of A Sugar-Coated Pill  where Bucky has a bit of a problem, and Tony offers to help.  It’s crossing over with HBS Week Nine (”Where do you want me?” + In My Lap), and ACB Mate-Induced Heat  - the chapter is coming in at 1395 words and will post on 7/28. 

* C1 - Location: Art Studio - Filled this with   Teacher, Teacher, Can You Reach Me?    which posted this morning.  I combined this with my SAUB AU: Teacher and TSB Dares/Bets squares and TSTOT Best Friend prompt for a  Tony & Rhodey bro-fic that is also a SteveTony meet cute.  It came in at 1604 words.

* C2 - Moving In/New Home - filled with Starting Something New,

* C3 - Mutual Pining –  maybe use this as an excuse to get my Centerfold  Stucky fic finally started…?    Plan B - combine with Technicalities - Chapter 3

Hot Bucky Summer [BBE_HBS]  (Ends Aug 33)

Another @buckybarnesevents  event, this time with weekly smexy prompts.  My goal is to complete at least two fics/chapters per month for this challenge and have actually filled/will fill three of the 4 weeks for June and July so far.  

Week Eight - “How did you meet?” + High Stakes Op -  see JBB   Word: Advantage or Antonyms   above

Week Nine:  FREE   – cheating a bit and going back to the Week Three prompts.: (“Where do you want me?” + in my lap) - see JBB Pining/Longing/Being Needy  above

Week Eleven -  “Give me a color”+ Green/Red/Yellow -- This works well with the upcoming Chapter Three  of  Finding Something Fresh  -  Beta!Sub!Bucky   and omega!Dom!Steve work on pre-scene negotiations.  It will cross over with SVB Comforting Insecurity - it’s  sitting at 254 words at the moment and will post either 8/11 or 8/16. 

Week Twelve - “Who’s My ___”+ Good Boy -  probably will fit with the future Chapter Four of Finding Something Fresh  - crossing over with SVB  Tied to A Bed.    This chapter would post either 8/18 or 8/23

Week Thirteen -  FREE WEEK -  “Bossy” and “Bondage” are two suggested prompts - I can probably do something with either/both of these. 😁

Tony Stark This or That [TSTOT_23] (Ends 31 Aug)

Excited to see this event (hosted by @tstot ) come back!  When you sign up, you get a card with 10  prompts  in pairs  - so to complete the card, you create five fanworks.   I’ve got some good stuff on my card - and a few prompts where it’s hard to choose between them!   Banter vs ‘bots,   Best Friend vs Mutual Pining – I may just have to flip a coin!  😁

* 1a - Love Letters  brainstormed with  @somesortofitalianroast and  Meg during the  @buckybarnesbingo  Discord party and will be combining this with my BBB  Fireplace prompt for a  1980′s No Powers WinterIron fic where they discover that someone’s writing them both the same love letters.  

* 2b - Best Friend - see JBB Location: Art Studio above (posted  this morning)

* 3b - Omegaverse  -  see JBB Word: Advantage or Antonyms  above  (to post 7/21)

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1]  (Ends 30 Sep)

I’ve got thirteen completed fics, three WIPs and  will be pursuing the One Fill, One Bingo  Challenge for Row 5.  

* I1 - Mutual Pining - see JBB Mutual Pining above

* G1 - Isaiah Bradley -  Planning to add more to The Fist, Defeated.   (possibly present day)

* G3 - Established Relationship - planning to fill this with Chapter 2 of   Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole   - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right),  which is current sitting at  52 words.  I’m expecting at least one more chapter, possibly two, depending on how far I want to take the remix.  

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - may try to squish this into an expansion of   A Rising Star -  a previous Flash Fiction Friday fill.  

* July Adoptable - Mate Induced Heat/Rut –  see JBB   Pining/Longing/Being Needy.

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3]  (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have four fills and one WIP -  I need to work on cross fills between this and the All Caps and Bucky Barnes bingo!

* B4 - Natasha Romanoff -  Maybe add on to my Card Sharks drabble, where  SamNat & Steve conspire to create a polycule with Bucky?  this idea crosses over nicely with my BBB KINK: Seduction mission square

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - see ACB Pararescue Sam Wilson above.

WinterIron Bingo  - [WIB_R1]   (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have eleven fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod!  Along with crossfilling against my other bingos,  I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date.   (Tony POV remix of A Sugar Coated Pill?)

* I2 - AU:A/B/O - will pull this into Chapter 3 of   A Sugar-Coated Pill  - see JBB  Word: Advantage or Antonyms  

* N1 - Bucharest –  I think I can fold this into a future chapter of My Love is Vengeance -  where a young!Tony and a recovering!Bucky have been kidnapped by Hydra, who still thinks Bucky is the Soldier.  

* G2 - Eye contact during sex -  will be working this into Chapter 5 of   A Sugar-Coated Pill, where our boys finally get down to business.   It’s up to 671 words and will post sometime in August. 

* G4 - AU: College Students – looking to expand Beaten to the Punch with some backstory on Bucky and Tony as science camp counselors to fit with this square - will also cross over with my WFB  Volunteering Together square.  

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem  as inspiration?

* July Adoptable: “What happened to you?”  I may browse through some whump prompts for this & see what vibes with my BBB & TSB bingos.

Stucky’Verse Bingo Round 1 - [SVB_R1]   (Ends 22 Dec)

Five fills, two WIPs and a couple of ideas  -  I need to review my card for potential crossfills and other idea sparks.

* A4 - Fairy Tale Curse  - this seems custom-made for a continuation of Beyond the Beast  😁  Nothing written yet, other than some Vague Ideas. 

* B3 - Tied to a Bed –  see HBS Week twelve 😁

* D4 - Edging - will probably use this for Chapter Four of   Technicalities

* D5 - Trust Issues  - Posted Chapter 2 of  Finding Something Fresh  last Friday.  Bucky & Steve are working out the next steps in their relationship.  It came in at 943 words.

* E4 - Experiment - see JBB “I can keep going” above.

* Adoptable  - Things Have Changed –  this might fit nicely with my Centerfold idea…  :: ponders::

Bucky Barnes Bingo  - [BBB_R5]   (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

I’ve got  nine fills,  four WIPs,   and a couple more Vague ideas.

* B4 - Shapeshifters -  wrote . A Shift in Their Relationship as a crossover with the WI_PPP prompt Dragons are Gay.  This came in at 404 words and will be posted to Ao3 before this event is over.  

* U1 - Never the fall that kills you -  see  JBB  Location: Train Tracks

* U3 - Fireplace -  see TSTOT Love Letters above

* C2 - Yelena Belova–   The plan is to use this prompt in the next chapter of Peresmešnik,  (aka Three Avengers and a Baby), which is currently sitting at 1100 words (400-ish of which are mine).  

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple -  next chapter of   Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion.    Not quite sure where to take this next at the moment.  😕

* K3 - Magic -  Aro!Bucky sickfic idea?

* Y1 - Gentle Sex -see WIB  Eye contact during sex above

* Y2 - [image: IW Bucky with the good hair] A Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF198 What Comes Next]   was a perfect match for an idea I’d already been playing around with to fill this square.  Getting Prepared -(updated title = Preparations)   an A:IW missing scene set between the time that T’Challa and Okoye come for Bucky and the moment he sees Steve again.  I will post it to Ao3 sometime in the next month or so.

* Y3 - Alpine  - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

* Y4 - Forgotten Things -   using this for Chapter 4 of   You Can’t Stop It With a Gun  - it’s sitting at  116 words at the moment.      

Tony Stark Bingo Round 7  - [TSB_R7]   (ends 15 Feb)

One fill and two WIPs already, with a couple of ideas in play.  

* S1 - Galaxy - possibly use in final chapter of   Never More to Go Astray ?   

* S4 - “Are you there yet?”  -see WIB   Eye contact during sex above

* T4 - Dares/Bets - see JBB  Location: Art Studio above.

* R4 - Playing Games - filled this with last weekend’s  TSB Discord Party Round Robin – my part came in at 327 words and it should get posted by the end of the week. 

* R5 - Doppelganger/Evil Twins -  this will probably cross over with my Stony AUniverse AU: Crack square as I have a semi-silly idea for it, inspired by seeing a T shirt of mine in a mirror.

Stony AUniverse Bingo  [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)

Another brand-new bingo I’m helping co-mod!  Got my card and square swaps sorted, and have several  crossover WIPs  and ideas already!

* S2 - AU: Crack - see TSB   Doppelganger/Evil Twins

* S3 - AU: Wings - see ACB Established Relationship

* S5 - Accidental Baby Acquisition - see BBB Yelena Belova

* T1 - AU: Fantasy -  CoffeeOwl shared a really cool dragon!Steve/indebted!Tony prompt in the ACB Discord server that I may be playing with for this.

* N1 - AU: Spy -  I want to expand on/add backstory to  Keeping All My Secrets Safe Tonight from the Stony Drabbles challenge earlier.

* Y3 - Teacher AU:  see JBB Location: Art Studio

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  - [WFB]   (no end date)

I got my card from  @warmandfluffybingocards back in February but really hadn’t done much with it  - however, I’m picking it back up for some crossover possibilities!

* N4 - Affectionate Teasing –  see JBB Moving In/New Home above  

* O5 - Volunteering Together – see WIB AU: College Students

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#writing stuff #WIP Update #WIP Wednesday #shameless self promo

[aegirine-purple]

I am deadset on finishing my long(ish) fic for Town of Salem. I need to finish it, I have so many WIPs in the graveyard already lol. That being said, the plot bunnies are hitting hard and I spat out the beginnings of a crackfic while getting stuck on dialogue. I refuse to post this on ao3 and make it yet another WIP that I will see sitting on my account so I shall put it here and free myself from this curse

"You’re joking," the Vampire Hunter said. "You’re all— this is some kind of elaborate prank or something. You can’t possibly look at him and tell me he’s not a vamp!"

The Doctor blinked at the Vampire Hunter, then at the supposed Bodyguard. It was clear that the Vampire Hunter was no more believed than before. 

"He's as confirmed as one can get," she said, kind but firm. "He protected the Mayor, remember? I had to rescue him the other night from drowning in a pool of his own blood after taking down that Serial Killer. He's sick, not undead. Lay off the poor man."

The Bodyguard in question was buried beneath several layers of jackets, face obscured by a scarf. "I’m fine," he said, voice dampened by the fabric. He shivered.

"You are wearing a parka in the middle of summer," the Vampire Hunter said flatly. "You look like a walking corpse. For god’s sake, your eyes are red."

"I've had worse," the Bodyguard insisted stubbornly. The Doctor patted his back. 

"Sleep early," she said crisply. "Don’t forget to drink plenty of water."

The Bodyguard nodded, rubbing at his temples. "Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be sure to do that," he said. "I’ll be up and ready tomorrow, I swear." 

He sounded so earnest that the Vampire Hunter almost questioned for a moment if the ‘Bodyguard’ was truly unaware of his condition; but surely not. There was no way a newly converted vampire could miss such a life-changing event, right?

Right.

This particular vampire was a talented liar for the Vampire Hunter to even entertain the possibility— not that it mattered. The Vampire Hunter would stake him tonight, regardless of any pretty words.

It was just frustrating that nobody else believed him.

"You cannot be serious," the Vampire Hunter said, and he wasn’t sure if he was talking to the Doctor, the Bodyguard, or the rest of the townspeople in the square. All of them, probably. "I stake vampires for a living. I know what a vampire looks like when I see one. It’s my job."

The Doctor sighed.

"It's just the flu," the Bodyguard said, muffled beneath the mass of coats. "I'll get over it."

The Vampire Hunter threw his hands into the air. "You're literally undead!"

"I'll get over it!" 

"How do you get over being undead?!" the Vampire Hunter said exasperatedly, and turned towards the rest of the townspeople. "Look, we have vampires. You all know it, because a Framer died to one at the beginning of the week and I staked another in the heart last night. So believe me when I say that this man—" he pointed towards the human coat-rack that was the Bodyguard— "has been bitten!"

There was a brief silence. 

The Bodyguard sneezed.

The Lookout came forward and clapped the Bodyguard on the shoulder. "Get better soon," he said, heartfelt. A chorus of well-wishes followed.

The Vampire Hunter slapped a hand over his eyes.

Then Town lynched the Retributionist, because they could, and everyone went home for the night.

(Yes, the BG is that stupid, he fell asleep and missed out on his own conversion.)

#town of salem #fanfic

[oldfangirl81]

DC & Venom plot bunny

Because its magic say something happens to prevent Eddie and Venom from returning to their proper universe. They have a stopover in Gotham.

On a night that the Joker has taken Damian and Jon hostage while they were civilians getting dinner at BatBurger.

Eddie and Venom witness the whole thing.

Nobody in Gotham knows how to react to Joker's head being bitten off on live tv after he "missed" shooting Jon. (The flatted bullet is picked up later by Nightwing.)

Although Venom panics a little when he realizes the one child is part Kryptonian.

"Oh shit"

#fic prompt #venom #batfam #dc universe

[daughter-of-melpomene]

Courtney Eaton + Riverdale for the OC plot bunny game?

Ooooh, this one’s fun!! Thanks so much, Anna!! (And I’ll also tag my other Riverdale babe @luucypevensie just for funsies. <3)

NAME: Belinda “Bunny” Browne.

LOVE INTEREST: Veronica Lodge.

SUMMARY: When Bunny and Cheryl Blossom were kids, they had had no better friends than each other. It had been incredibly rare to find the two girls without each other; whether they were braiding each others’ hair during sleepovers, or Cheryl was trying to tear Bunny away from her story-writing journal long enough to play a game, or they were having a competition to see who could annoy Cheryl’s twin brother the most, they were practically joined at the hip, especially since Bunny’s parents were often away on business and she slept at the Blossoms’ house more often than her own. But as the years had gone by, as Cheryl had grown into more of a mean girl, she had Bunny had drifted apart until they were barely friends at all… until Cheryl’s brother, that boy Bunny had spent so long trying to annoy just because Cheryl had suggested it, dies under suspicious circumstances, Bunny finds herself reconnecting with her childhood friend while trying to help her uncover the truth - and connecting with one of Cheryl’s new rivals along the way.

OTHER INFO:

Hey, listen, if we’re never gonna get canon Beronica I am damn well gonna give that rich girl another girlfriend.

Bunny is so poet-coded; she’s been writing silly little stories for as long as she can remember, so much so that she has a whole self in her room of journals filled with stories (I definitely think that during the flash-forward she’s a bestselling romance author).

She’s literally such a sweet pea, the type of person who would feel bad about killing a mosquito even if it had bitten her; most people can’t believe she’s friends with Cheryl or that she’s dating Veronica, but she loves both of those girls with everything she’s got, just in different ways.

Bunny and Kevin also have a really fun WLW/MLM solidarity friendship going on, the kind the fandom would definitely adore if she were canon.

She also moves to the South Side at some point (I’m thinking her dad was involved with Jason’s killing and got sent away and her mom couldn’t take the judgement from the other Northsiders), and though she never becomes a Serpent she strikes up a really nice friendship with Sweet Pea - she kind of has scary dog privileges with him and she’s a really bright spot in a life that he sees as really sucking sometimes.

send me a fandom + a faceclaim and i'll create an oc!!

#asks about my ocs