#there's not enough werewolf soap in this fandom

[capt-mactavish]

Teeth

I've been sitting on this messy werewolf!soap ghostsoap drabble for awhile and I'm tired of looking at it in my drafts so I'm just gonna post it.

Something was wrong with Soap.

Well, not exactly. 

Not wrong. 

Off, maybe.

Specifically with his teeth.

It sounds absurd, but really, Ghost is very observant, and there was something peculiar about Soap’s teeth.

Ghost had only seen it a handful of times. But he was sure of what he saw.

Canines that were just a bit too long to be normal. A bit too sharp. Not overtly so, but enough for someone who was paying attention to take notice.

Not that Ghost was paying closer attention to Soap than anyone else, no! 

It was just that…

There was something about the way, that when the Sergeant would smile, lips pulling back to reveal the pointed pearly whites, that Ghost’s heart would thump just a bit harder, fluttering inside his chest. His fists would clench tightly, as if aching to touch, sometimes to the detriment of whatever happened to be in his hand, such as newly wrinkled paperwork. 

It was a curious thing, how something so mundane could pull such a visceral reaction from the hardened soldier. And yet, he found himself enamored by it, seeking it out instead of trying to bury it down like he’d do any other time. 

He’d tell himself it was Soap’s fangs that had him so captivated by the Scottsman, beguiled by their origins and… implications. 

He’d tell himself that, but deep down he knew it wasn’t just his teeth Ghost had taken a fascination to. After all, there were other peculiarities surrounding Soap that Ghost had taken notice of as well. 

Like the fact that he was so much warmer to the touch than anyone else.

Ghost remembers the first time he had experienced it, grabbing Johnny by the forearm to hoist him up after getting knocked down in the field. His skin so hot, feeling it even through his gloves, Ghost had thought the Sergeant had broken out into a fever.

“Christ, Johnny, you’re burning up!” he had said, ready to fall back with Soap in tow and get him to the medic asap.

But Soap had just waved him off, “‘M fine, sah. Really. No need ta worry.” 

And so Ghost had let him go, and Johnny was fine as he had said. No sign of a fever or illness whatsoever as the Sergeant carried on as usual. 

Nothing except for the lingering heat on the Lieutenant's gloved hand. Like a burn, singed into his skin. 

Of course, when they got back to base, Ghost had tried to insist that Johnny be checked out anyway. But the Scot refused, swearing there was nothing to worry about. Even Price had dismissed him, which Ghost thought odd, but eventually he let it go. 

And Johnny was, indeed, just fine.

Another was the sheer amount of meat that Johnny consumed, and his apparent preference for it to be concerningly rare.

Only this time it was Gaz who had noticed first.

Soap had sat down at their table in the mess with his plate, the only contents a thick cut of bleeding steak and nothing else. 

“Where did you get that?” Gaz had exclaimed indignantly. “How come you get steak? I wouldn't mind a steak!” 

But Johnny just winked and replied, “Go’ a special arrangement with the cook.” Before cutting into his meat, so red it was practically still mooing. 

“That’s going to make you sick, Johnny,” Ghost had said, his morbid curiosity making it difficult to look away.

“Stomach o’ steel, L.t. Dinnae you worry,” was the response from Soap.

Gaz grimaced at him, but nothing else was said, and it just became the norm.

And then there was the fact that about once a month, Johnny would simply just disappear for a day or two at a time. 

A solo operation, Price had explained, and that was that on the matter as far as he or anyone else was concerned. 

But Ghost wasn’t so convinced. Especially when Soap would come back looking better than before he left. Practically glowing, like an immense weight had been lifted from his shoulders. And especially since Soap seemed to always be a bit on edge, aggressive, just before leaving on one of these “missions.” 

There was also the fact that the Sergeant possessed a strength Ghost had not imagined the Scot capable of.

The first time they had spared, he had pushed Soap to his limit, testing him. 

He succeeded in that, managing to rile Soap up to the point of fury.

And when Soap had pinned him, slamming Ghost’s wrists into the mat on either side of his head, he was surprised to find that he had been rendered completely immobile. 

Flexing his arms did nothing, there was no budging as Soap held firm. Even the body sitting atop Ghost's chest seemed impossible to move.

The Lieutenant even thought he had heard an inhuman growl come from the man as the back of his head hit the mat, but at the time it had gone unnoticed, too stunned by his immobility and how Soap had gotten the upper hand so quickly. 

“Soap!” Price had shouted, an edge in his tone, sounding much like a warning.

“Sah!” Soap responded, releasing Ghost immediately and letting him up.  

Ghost had stood, rubbing his wrists as he watched Soap and Price speak hushedly to each other for a moment before the Scot returned, looking very much like a scolded pup despite his victory over the Lieutenant.

After that, Soap had not pinned Ghost again. Not even as Ghost did his damndest to provoke him into doing so. 

It frustrated him, his interest piqued and curiosity left unsated, but it was another one of those things he had to just let go. 

Another of Soap’s peculiarities was that Ghost had noticed that the Sergeant had a almost supernatural sense of hearing. 

At first he chalked it up to nerves and Soap’s own imagination, but when Soap’s acute hearing had saved their lives, more than once, he was quick to become convinced of the man’s abilities. Putting absolute faith in him from thereon out when he said he heard something.

With Ghost leading, all Soap had to do was silently take hold on the Lieutenant's shoulder, and he would have Ghost’s undivided attention.

His face would say it all. Eyes unfocused, listening. And Ghost would listen too. But he never heard what Johnny could hear. 

And then the Sergeant would come back to him, signal, and Ghost would nod and let Johnny take point. 

All of those things were extraordinary in their own right, but Ghost kept coming back to Soap’s teeth.

Of all Soap's attributes, they were the only tangible thing Ghost could see and confirm with his own eyes. And he would be lying if he said he wasn't just a bit obsessed with them.

He wondered if they were as sharp as they looked, and how easy it would be to break skin and draw blood. If he’d even feel anything at all or if having Soap close enough to sink his fangs into Ghost’s flesh would numb him to it. 

Or maybe, he might even like the pain.

Ghost sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. The clock on the wall read two in the morning, and the report he’d wanted to finish before lights out lay on his desk before him, unfinished, mocking him, as he had descended into his daydreams.

It was no use, and the Lieutenant was tired. At least in his cot his mind was free to wander before sleep would eventually claim him. 

But now staring up at the ceiling from his cot, fighting to close his eyes and rest, all the thoughts come rushing back to him, and suddenly Ghost is hit by a thought he hadn’t yet considered. 

He can feel his heart rate quicken, a flash of heat running through his body as the realization dawns on him, only now putting all the pieces together.

Soap was something else, in a very literal sense of the term.

He wasn’t human.

So... what was he? 

#ghostsoap #soapghost #werewolf soap #werewolf!soap #cod mw ghost #cod mw soap #cod mwii #soap x ghost #ghost x soap #werewolf john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #there's not enough werewolf soap in this fandom #and its a crime #and a shame

[halfblood-princes-crown]

Ok. I'll write the meta. (tw bullying, victim blaming) The two largest moments in HP (the werewolf prank, SWM) which are sympathetic to Snape aren't really that well handled.

The werewolf prank doesn't really have that much impact on the plot. Harry pretty much never thinks about this. For the most part it mainly describes why Snape hates Sirius and Remus so much. And it's so victim-blamey too, with Sirius and Remus demonizing Snape. Plus, it's focused on Remus and Sirius too.

SWM was also really really really badly done. Worse maybe than the prank. Harry's POV just shuts off entirely DURING THE SCENE (I've had people get confused so I'm clarifying. During the scene. Not after). No mention of how Harry feels when the bullying starts, or his disgust and disbelief when he sees Sirius and James start bullying Snape. No conflict when he sees that hey the people he loves weren't really that great. No feelings when he sees the person he hates being hurt by the people he loves. ETC.

(SWM is so hard to write meta on for this reason).

And the aftermath isn't really that great either. It's okay for a while, but then it's neatly tied up by Remus and Sirius saying 'oh he liked dark arts, he wasn't that great, James changed THE END' Harry is satisfied with that. And then Harry pretty much never thinks about it again (with like one exception I think). Even when Snape sabotages his potion, even when he's around Remus and Sirius. Even in the aftermath where Snape reveals he was Harry's much adored Half Blood Prince and goes on about the history of 'levicorpus.'

I get that Harry has valid reason to hate Snape but at the same time I'd think finding out your role models did pretty awful stuff and sitting in class with your parent's victim (who hates you due to that bullying) would cause the issue to be more prominent in Harry's mind, especially since he's a victim of bullying himself and canonically is very adverse to people who remind him of Dudley, his own bully.

Wow, that last paragraph hit me in the chest lol

I love that you brought up Harry’s aftermath of Remus and Sirius’ dismissal.

Although Harry did call some bullshit when recalling that Remus had told him that he was made a prefect specifically to tone James and Sirius down but in the memory he stood and watched, and how it only happened because Sirius announced his boredom (which made me happy that he recognized those things), it was disappointing that he let it go so quickly

I think JK wrote it like that because she didn’t intend on him being viewed in a sympathetic manner. That’s why she skipped over it with Harry. It’s from his POV but she’s the writer. If she doesn’t care then she’ll write him to forget about it or ignore it after a couple of scenes, which, like you said, is contradicting to his character considering his feelings towards bullies.

She lacks sympathy and brain cells, and she doesn’t have a great attitude when it comes to Snape. The most she did was clear up the “he’s a villain” crap, so it’s not a surprise, but even though she wrote it that way, I think the situations alone is enough to sympathize for ppl who are naturally sympathetic.

The people in the fandom who don’t sympathize with these incidents just lack sympathy in general. The situations are pretty clear: attempted murder, purposely seeking someone out with malicious intent, torture (choking with soap is equivalent to water boarding which is torture), forcefully stripping someone in public (a minor at that). I don’t see what’s so hard to grasp for some people.

I also think a general misconception is that sympathy = liking the character which is completely not true. You can recognize and address indecency without loving the victim. It’s an excuse.

#love the meta! #severus snape #pro severus snape #pro snape #snape community #hp fandom

[buckybarnesss]

me, in the year of our lord 2023:

i am still angry about the teen wolf timeline because it made zero sense. 

i went through all 208 pages of my teen wolf tag which goes all the way back to the end of season 2 (2012). i spent significant time trying to work it out and failed because it contradicted itself and contained so many holes it legally could’ve been called swiss cheese. 

i am angry about it because it represented the lazy way the creator and writers handled the show. show bible? what show bible? teen wolf’s plot was written on a disintegrating napkin. 

jeff davis and the writers treated the fandom with such contempt despite the sheer level of investment and enthusiasm that the fans brought. they begged us for engagement, for votes, for our artwork to hang in their office, the ability to capitalize on our fanfiction and sneered at us anyway. 

there is a reason so many people are angry about the movie and not all of it has to do with shipping. though people are entitled to also be mad about the shipping aspects because sterek and the use of stiles’s sexuality is the blueprint for queerbait. 

i always see people wonder the reason people shipped sterek despite the age difference? we had no idea how old derek actually was and the show didn’t care to commit to an answer. was derek 19? was derek 23? was derek older in that tropey werewolf way because of the bullshit the occurred in visionary? we will never know because the show didn’t care about it so we didn’t either. 

like, i just looked at the wiki and it has his birthday as nov. 26th 1988. they released “official” birthdays around season 3B that had his birthday on dec. 25th. what is the truth? the answer: we don’t know because the show never cared enough about it. 

teen wolf time line was a scribble of soap scum on jeff davis’s shower wall and it was a futile task in figuring it out. ask me how i know. 

#my blog #teen wolf #thoughts on teen wolf #me being mad about teen wolf like it's my job #i am in your walls jeff davis #the movie lacked soul because the soul of the show was scott and stiles

[amuseoffyre]

Fyre’s OFMD fic masterlist

Since I’m coming up on another big word-count milestone for OFMD, figured I’d do a post with all my fics in one place :)

SERIES

Immersion (R) - 13k A series of short soft scenes of Stede and Ed being soft, featuring the clothing swap, Ed’s introduction to the lavender soap, some shaving and bath time

Toxic (E) - 7.3k Izzy has an urge and Calico Jack knows just how to scratch it, whether Izzy likes it or not. (Please heed all warnings and tags if you venture into this series)

Penetrative Gays (E) - 13k A silly series following every post-e3 stabbing incident in the smuttiest possible way :)

Turning Tides (R) - 81k My novel-length speculative season 2, picking up immediately after the end of S1, featuring everyone, multiple POVs, drama, shenanigans and fuckeries galore.

Storm Surge (R) - 62k My second novel-length series and my speculative S3, following on directly from Turning Tides. Even more POVs and far, far, far more fuckeries than you can shake a stick at.

ONE SHOTS

The Biblical Sense  (E)  - 2.6k The first time for the lads, written before David Jenkins dropped 9 & 10 and irreversibly hurled me into pirate hell.

Ties that Bind (R) - 3.3k Stede has an extensive ribbon collection and Ed realises it’s a way for him to feel vulnerable. Shibari-with-ribbons.

Bit of a Clothes Horse (E) - 9k Written in collaboration with Aivelin - the missing scene where Stede helps Ed get ready for the fancy party boat. And all that comes after ;)

Type (R) - 2.3k Mary Allamby Bonnet gets a bit of a fright when she finds a scary-looking man with a sword in her front room.

Magnolia (E) - 5k When Ed - no, the Kraken - catches Stede Bonnet, he wants to use him and ruin him, but it... doesn’t quite go to plan.

Fancy (E) - 7k Written in collaboration with Aivelin - After a successful raid, Stede and Ed find some unexpected enjoyment in some interesting items of clothing.

Co-Captain Duties (E) - 3.5k After the treasure hunt, Ed tries to use bath time as a way to drop a less than subtle hint that he wants to... push forward their relationship.

Maketh the Man (E) - 6.6k When Blackbeard is captured by Hornigold, Izzy Hands is forced to turn to the only person who might be mad enough to be able to save him. Naturally, Stede rises to the occasion.

NON-SERIES LONG FIC

Thunders of the Upper Deep (R) - 2.5k - WIP Started as part of mermay. Only this is were-mermay and Ed is the kraken :D

Renaissance (E) - 26k What if Ed heard that gunshot in the woods that night?

Bark and Bite (R) - 52k - WIP Vampire & werewolf AU - take s1 and sprinkle in a generous dose of supernatural nonsense and that’s this fic.

I think I can safely say this is the busiest I’ve been in any fandom. 300k this weekend, my ducks! In less than 140 days! Woop woop!

#our flag means death fic #our flag means death #ofmd #long post

[stubbornjerk]

Why people keep telling you to block them if you support Pholo (Penumbra Edition)

Or: why jitterbug-juno really deactivated

I love when people categorize this as fandom wank. Really makes you feel like you’re putting the onus on either side of the conversation.

I’m making this post not because I want to stir up spoiled milk, but because I want it out there that this wasn’t a purity culture war.

The TL;DR version of this is that fans of color tried to tell Rab (prev. jitterbug-juno) not to post her Omegaverse (or A/B/O) fic. And instead of taking the L, she posted it on Ao3 and deactivated.

But, if you want context, well, buckle in. CW for mentions of racism and transphobia.

What did jitterbug-juno do?

Before I get into this I do want it out there that I will not be linking Rab’s fic, but I will show you this screenshot of the summary of it.

[ID: It is a screenshot of a fic, “As You Are” by Pholo.

Summary: Peter can hide his scent glands behind cologne; makeup; concealer pads. He can quash his heats with suppressants. He can divert the urge to nest and fawn.

But he can’t feign another gender’s subvocals. He lacks the anatomical capacity. Mag taught him to distract from his silence with fast, flashy words. For longer heists he relies on social convention. Traumatic mutism is uncommon, but remarked upon by enough war vets and soap operas to be widely recognized. Peter’s marks assume he’s been harmed long before they assume he’s a closeted omega. It would take quite the backwater brute to ask why he doesn’t murmur or chuff or growl.

On the 'Blanche there are the usual furtive glances. Juno makes clear to Peter that should he ever want “to talk about what happened,” he’ll be there to listen. The gesture annoys Peter more than comforts him.

‘Nothing happened,’ he wants to scream. ‘There’s nothing to talk about!’

There are 14 comments, 85 kudos, and 11 bookmarks /end]

You decide what you’re doing with that information, but honestly, I’d rather you don’t give it anymore engagement than it deserves.

There was a period earlier this June (yes, even though it’s only the 10th, at time of writing) when Rab was posting snippets of the aforementioned fic on her blog and tagging it appropriately, putting it in the attention of pretty much the entire Penumbra fandom.

What’s Omegaverse or a/b/o and why is everyone so against Rab for it

If you know what Omegaverse is, I don’t have to tell you why it’s controversial. If you don’t know what Omegaverse is, well, Fanlore said it best:

a kink trope wherein some or all people have defined biological roles based on a hierarchical system, with the terms originating from animal behaviour research. There may be werewolf, knotting, or other animalistic elements involved, or the characters may be otherwise purely human.

The term is generally written with slashes (a/b/o). Many fans, particularly ones from Australia and New Zealand, are uncomfortable seeing the term without slashes because it is also an Australian slur for aboriginal people.

I won’t get into the history or the heaps and tons of other discourses (mostly about fictional male pregnancy, homophobia, transphobia, sexual assault, etc.)  that go on within that. We’re here specifically on Rab v. Penumbra fans of color and we’re staying there.

Anyone who’s been in Penumbra enough to realize that everyone draws the Junoverse characters in a certain way knows that a) Juno is black, b) Nureyev is Asian, and c) as a fan you have to be aware of what you’re subjecting or saying about either of them because of the political repercussions that come with it.

And despite that, Rab proceeded to write Peter Nureyev, a gender nonconforming gay Asian male character that is widely headcanon’d as trans, into a fic using a kink trope that relies heavily on animal behavior.

Unlike most people new to fandom, Rab is aware of what Omegaverse is and is very much white. She is (and if she isn’t, should be) aware of the racist undertones that writing him in would get.

I couldn’t get a screenshot of what snippets Rab was sending out into the ether, seeing as a majority of my friends would rather not have seen any at all (I have all of the usual tags blocked so I wouldn’t have seen it either way), but needless to say, Rab got attention for it. Both positive and negative.

Anne (@hopeless-eccentric) even posted a satirical fic, in the odds that Rab was just writing this thing to be “the first” to write Omegaverse fic in the Penumbra tags.

But, I’m assuming more than one fan of color came into Rab’s inbox and messaged her about it, but someone I know (who would like to remain anonymous) was gracious enough to take a screenshot before he sent his in and let me use it for this post:

[ID: A message to jitterbug-juno about to be sent by a sender whose name is censored with a black bar. His messages says:

“as someone who is a person of color i think the nature of the fic you are writing right now is extremely racist and attributing animal characteristics to lgbt people of color is not at all appropriate, especially when you are someone who is white. i have to ask you to not publish this fic and to reflect as to why you would want to write this in the first place, these tropes are extremely harmful and”

There are 33 characters left to write into the message. /end]

I can’t speak for whoever else sent asks about the fic she was writing. If anyone was actually not-so-gentle with her, well, minorities don’t really owe it to you to be gentle about what they can tell is bigotry-tinged behavior.

But, the message was clear: this is different from your garden variety, lily white straight male character m/m kink fantasy. This is an actual queer Asian character that a lot of queer Asian people feel attached do. Do not post the fic.

What happened next: the beginning of the end

The next morning, I woke up to most of my friends being frustrated by this post on Rab’s account:

[ID: Dated 5 June, a post by jitterbug-juno:

“Gonna leave the fandom for a while. Wishing you all well.”

The tags say the following: not sure if i’ll be back, thank you so much to everybody who’s read my fics, and who’s sent asks or engaged with my art or any of that, you’re amazing and I’m sending love /end]

That... was not what fans of color wanted, but it was definitely an action they took. Some celebrated, as they were very much wary of Rab for having caused much of the same category of drama in fandoms like Voltron: Legendary Defenders and Warrior Cats. This also meant that she was probably not going to post the fic either.

Some, myself included, were relatively pissed, as they’d wanted even just the measly bit of accountability. An apology or an acknowledgement of having been called out in private and that they’ll take time to consider why. But instead we got Rab leaving in the face of fans of color telling her not to post her Omegaverse fic.

Well. The next day...

[ID: Dated 6 June. A post by jitterbug-juno titled, “Well... that was short-lived”

“I gave the situation a lot of thought yesterday. The reaction to my omegaverse previews made me figure I should leave the fandom. It seemed like the safest option.

But you know what?

Hell.

I don’t want to leave. The fic discusses the tropes of omegaverse and I spoke to several POC on Twitter, and I’m going to post it with plenty of tags so people can avoid it if they wish. I’m not going to be chased out of this space.

Thank you to everyone who sent messages yesterday. I shouldn’t have made that post about leaving. It was really reactionary. I’m okay and I appreciate your support so much.

(bolded on the post) To those who are angry and uncomfortable with me: Please block me. If you’re going to talk about this fic on Tumblr and Twitter– and this may sound odd– PLEASE NAME ME as Jitterbug-juno or Pholo. Don’t vague me. That way people who don’t want to see this discourse can add my name to their block lists.“ /end]

That certainly was short-lived, she wasn’t kidding.

This got a lot of outrage. Again, the fic is up on Ao3 and she has not taken it down. A lot of POC were pissed and I didn’t see a single fan of color actively support what she was doing, at least, not in my friend group. Everyone started making those posts to block them if you liked the fic or Rab’s content in general, in accordance to what Rab wanted.

Perseus (@mraudiodrama) noticed/pointed out that Rab deleted the part where she said she spoke to several POC about releasing her fic, as well as the part where she said she refused to be chased out of the fandom. This was an incredibly pointed detail to edit out, according to some.

[ID: A screenshot of jitterbug-juno's last post taken 11:00PM. Much of it is the same except the following bolded words are removed: "The fic discusses the tropes of omegaverse and I spoke to several POC on Twitter, and I’m going to post it with plenty of tags so people can avoid it if they wish. I’m not going to be chased out of this space." /end]

That same day, Rab deleted her blog. I actually caught this one on tape, believe it or not.

[ID: A screen recording taken at 12:01 PM of someone scrolling down jitterbug-juno's account. The posts and asks about Omegaverse and her post about leaving and coming back are conspicuously absent. /end]

Initially, I thought she deleted all mentions of it. I wanted to see firsthand if the rumors about her deleting portions of it were true. If she added things where she was saying that she wanted to write it because she was autistic and wanted Nureyev to be autistic too, regardless of the numerous QPOC telling her not to do it.

Instead, it turned out, she deleted her blog.

And now, we're here. The fic is still up. Her blog is down. Rab's public Twitter account @nataclinn is quiet about this. Her @cushfuddled Twitter account is on private after her run-in with the Warrior Cats fandom, according to a friend. And her Tumblr @cushfuddled account has nothing but memes.

Again, I didn't make this post to stir up drama. I wasn't even obsessively making this post as a call-out because she isn't in the fandom anymore. I just want it out there that this isn't a purity culture thing that got out of hand in a fandom as niche as Penumbra. This was a case of someone being called out and failing to acknowledge it before running away. And I want all that out of the way before I say:

If you are on Rab's side of this debacle, I, a queer person of color, want nothing to do with you either.

#the penumbra fandom #jitterbug-juno #pholo #racism #white drama #im not tagging this as fandom drama or fandom wank because that erases the fact #that this was legitimate criticism of a white person #the penumbra podcast #junoverse #i put it in a readmore so its not gonna clog up much #but if anyone doesnt want me to tag this w the fandom tags i'll remove it #once again though this is the furthest thing from anti/proship discourse

[siswritesyanderes]

This is a series of asks bc, while I do LIKE all the charas of Fantastic Beasts individually, much of the romantic pairings dont sit well with me. By that mean the messy love polygon w Newt & I think I finally figured out why & I'd like another's opinion on it. For starters, Newt's attraction with Tina is too fast for me considering he was friends w Leta, got expelled out of Hogwarts for Leta, carried Leta's photo in his case, & basically loved her for YEARS. But this is all undone by a [1]

jaunt in NY having met a woman, who he admittedly went on a huge adventure w, over the course of maybe a few weeks. He's so taken w her she replaces Leta's photo w her own &, after refusing to go to Paris for Dumbledore, leaves immediately once he finds out she's there. I just find this unbelievable. I can rationalize it from Newt's perspective where Tina is a fresh breeze sweeping into his life on (percieved) unrequited pining, but this is my conjecture based on my understanding of Newt. [2]

The audience shouldnt be left to rationalize endgame couple of the mc on their own. & the whole thing w Leta is so messily handled I dont think they can save it even if they bring her back in FB3. How she feels for Newt vs Theseus & unresolved lingering affection, etc. She & Newt were SO important to each other & we SEE that & they dont HAVE to get together, but they need proper resolution bc they have actual history between them. God Leta in general deserved so much better. [3]

But my main gripe is that this love polygon serves no purpose to what I believe is the main selling point of FB: the world. HP having love stories makes sense bc we're following the story of a boy as he goes through adolescence & his journey through that via school is part of that, which is why the romance feels fitting. It's a very personal story. FB on the otherhand is the best peak we have at the wider wizarding world beyond school. HP introduces the world of magic, but FB rlly expands it [4]

To that end Jakob & Queenie's relationship is the only one I find myself liking, bc it's deeply tied to the world setting, the series' biggest selling point (in my opinion, should have said this earlier). It underscores the attitudes of the period & the conflict they face feels suitably substantial & not like filler. There's a moral question between them of are they worth it? And how far should they go to be together?

Imma be real hear & say FB2 was rlly Queenie's movie & they should have been ballsy & just make Queenie the mc for FB2, bc her story was actually considerably more important to the overall development of the story than Newt's, which mostly came off as a rushed & a tad clichè soap drama. & making it about Queenie I think builds more room for good conflict & independent narrative for Tina that would serve her chara better. [5? 6?]

If I bad to be REAL ballsy, I'd say my big issue w/ the relationships in the FB series & how it enhances or impedes the main story & what I believe to be it's biggest attracter (the setting) could have been solved if they made Newt's romantic interest a muggle. It attaches a deeper meaning & relevance to them & the story so it felt more deeply that they truly moved WITH the narrative rather than beside it but I guess Im just picky. Thx for putting up w this! [Final]

(My response below the cut.)

Yeah, pretty much all of this is right.

Regarding the Tina thing, it was definitely rushed, especially since there was literally nothing romantic between them in the whole first movie, except maybe the end part where they're stumbling over their words. Despite knowing how movies work and knowing that they were the male and female lead, I still found that completely out of left field, because they don't really share any interests and I didn't feel like they felt anything in particular for each other before that. She really wants to be an auror and feels really intensely about it; he just wants to travel the world and write about magical creatures and take care of them. I don't see a lot of compatibility there, and the movie didn't really do anything to reconcile that gap.

Jacob and Queenie made sense, because they actually sowed some seeds for it. It's not even about the fact that they both like to cook; they showed an interest in each other throughout. They noticeably like each other. Newt and Tina never really had that, to me, so it was bizarre for her to become his primary motivation in the second movie.

Queenie's trajectory in movie 2 overall bothers me, so while I agree it would have been better if they'd centered it more around her, I definitely think they needed to drastically rewrite pretty much everything she did. Enchanting Jacob at the beginning never sat well with me; I usually only have to say this in the Descendants fandom, but if one half of the ship is magical and the other half isn't, we can't have the magical one enchanting the non-magical one for romantic reasons without addressing what a violation of trust that is. Like, Jacob would be justified for never trusting her again, over that. Also, the fact that she apparently holds it against people if they think bad things about her is not something I would expect from someone who has been a Legilimens as long as she has, and not a detail I like, at all. Especially since it was used to give her justification to be mad at Jacob after she enchanted him in the first place. I find it sad, because Queenie was definitely my favorite character in the first movie. (Also, joining Grindelwald was a nonsensical thing to do. I can only assume she's there to spy on him or something, because it makes literally no sense.)

As for Leta, I really don't like how that was approached. First of all, I don't like how their mention of her in the first movie was "She was a taker; you need a giver," because once we actually met the character, that only made me resent Queenie for representing her that way. Leta deserved better in pretty much every way, and they definitely shouldn't have killed her off like that. I find the whole situation really iffy from a racial standpoint. The first black character to be written three-dimensionally in all of HP lore, and they make sure to preemptively tell the audience that she's a "taker", kill her in the same movie we meet her, and manage to trivialize her death by turning it into a little "Who was she saying 'I love you' to?" mystery. I like her relationship with Newt and Theseus, and I'd definitely want to see more of it.

Yes, it definitely would have been better, thematically, if they'd made the love interest a Muggle. (I'd honestly say they should've paired Newt with Jacob, but I know they're unwilling to do that. That would be kind of cool, though, to see the movie shaping up with two male characters and two female characters and have the men end up with each other and the women just live their lives as humans.)

With the story they ended up telling, though, I don't think that is needed; since Queenie is already dealing with the wizard/Muggle storyline, Newt could have a different conflict. Maybe his love interest should be a werewolf or something, to tie in the wizarding world's unresolved dislike for "half-breeds". And if he were in a relationship with someone already regarded as a creature, the wider wizarding world might take a different view to his studies and look down on him a lot more. Idk, a thought.

And then, with Leta/Theseus and Grindelwald/Dumbledore (if they were willing to actually deal with that), they'd pretty much hit every controversial beat they've got: wizard/Muggle, wizard/"half-breed", interracial, homosexual. Credence and Nagini are both creatures, kind of, but I still like them together, so their relationship doesn't have to tie into any theme; it just has to be developed way more.

On the whole, Crimes of Grindelwald felt like they skipped a movie. It feels like they needed a middle installment to make these relationships happen, instead of jumping from "Do Newt and Tina maybe have feelings for each other?" to "Newt loves Tina and Tina is possessive enough of Newt to be outwardly upset with him when she thinks he's engaged to someone else," and creating a whole relationship between Credence and Nagini that we see none of.

The fact that Queenie and Jacob were done well in the first movie gives me a fair amount of goodwill for them, but that goodwill only offers enough cushioning from the botching that movie 2 did that I'm near-indifferent to the ship, now, instead of actively opposed. I'd like to see things improved, but as it currently stands, I'd be just as happy seeing them end up not together as together. The fact that Leta's relationships with Newt and Theseus were more interesting than any of the aforementioned makes it that much more ridiculous that they killed her. What ship am I supposed to care about how? If I can't go into the next movie delusionally hoping Newt and Leta will get some moments, or enjoying the Theseus and Leta content, then I'll just be sitting there waiting for Credence and Nagini to share a screen, and who knows when that'll happen?

#long post #fantastic beasts and where to find them #crimes of grindelwald #newt scamander #leta lestrange #theseus scamander #jacob kowalski #queenie goldstein #tina goldstein #credence barebone #nagini

[whentheynameyoujoy]

Women in SPN—Seasons 2 and 3

Previously on Joy Obsesses over a Show That Creatively Expired in 2010

Tessa

Introduced back when the Winchesters dodging the coffin actually qualified as an episode, she follows in Meg’s tracks by continuing to make monsters seem more approachable and less a malevolent force of nature. Starts off with a completely flat affect but gets annoyed with the Winchester bullshit real quick—a sure-fire sign of an SPN character with a brain. A powerful being capable of returning one’s memories by a smooch which is… convenient. As is the fact that bad guys keep using her for their ebul plans. Serves the typical secondary-character function of a springboard for a main guy’s development. Plants hints of the “natural order”, “destiny”, and “inevitability” which will become major themes down the road and be explored by characters with deeper writing.

Status: Alive as of s5

Importance: Minor, remembered primarily because she keeps popping up.

On her own: A nice addition to the lore.

Jo Harvelle

Originally Dean’s love interest until she got written out for the crime of having tits around the fandom’s husband. Driven by a wish to honor her dead father and become a hunter, she’s held back by the unfortunate fact of not being all that good at it. Cheerful, temperamental, and a pretty skilled hustler, she’s mortally wounded when charging in to protect Dean. Ends up sacrificing herself so that others can escape and attempt to end the Apocalypse.

Status: Dead as of s5, dragged back and disappeared again in s7

Importance: Major

On her own: A soldier going out in a blaze of glory. I bawl every time.

Ellen Harvelle

Unlike her daughter, very good at what she does. No-nonsense authority figure, she’s one of the few in the show to pull off a combination of a hand-wringing mama bear and a pro-active badass with a life outside her family. Not perceived as a threat because fans don’t know the meaning of MILF yet, and so is allowed to stick around for the season 2 finale. Dies to make Jo’s plan to obliterate Meg’s hellhounds work, though it’s strongly implied she mostly refuses to survive her kid.

Status: Dead

Importance: Major

On her own: SPN’s Molly Weasley, sullied by the implications of her death

Lenore

A head-strong leader of a nest of vegetarian vampires, she’s deliberately contrasted with Gordon’s Terminator schtick and to a lesser degree with Dean’s black-and-white monsters vs. humans kill-everything grief-cope in order to further cement SPN’s ongoing crusade of challenging who in fact is the monster around here. Has a crowning moment of awesome when she refuses to feed while covered in Sam’s blood. The entire point of her is her determination not to give up her humanity even when no longer human. Would be shame if the show decided to later abandon this essential part of her character and twist it for cheap drama…

Status: Alive as of s5, annihilated in every way in s6

Importance: Minor in the overall narrative, major in the episode and the boys’ development

On her own: An effective mirror to Dean’s stroll down the slippery slope

Diana Ballard

TheGoodCop manipulated by her professional and romantic partner, she has a surprisingly functional tension with Sam. Luckily for Linda Blair it goes unnoticed because the fandom doesn’t view older women as competition. Noteworthy mostly because she actively participates in uncovering the episode’s mystery which automatically elevates her above the standard clueless civilian, man or woman, who needs the duo to save them. Despite fewer appearances arguably more memorable than Henriksen, precisely because of her active involvement.

Status: Alive as of s5

Importance: Minor overall, a major player in the episode

On her own: Interesting take on the usual boilerplate cop

Ava Wilson

To present a very, very generous interpretation, she foreshadows Sam’s eventual turn to the dark side. Spirited, a little bit airheaded, and freaked about her Azazel-given powers, she gives enough of a damn to prevent her visions of people dying from coming true, though she clings to her intention to lead a normal civilian life. Does a complete switcheroo off-screen to become a villain because… power is awesome? Ends up the most advanced special child in season 2’s battle royale, the very concept of which is just… eh? Still gets dispatched no problem because… why not?

Status: Dead

Importance: Minor

On her own: A prime example of why the special children subplot is just…wot?

Molly McNamara

Memorable primarily because of the experimental (for SPN) narration which frames her as the duo’s partner when in fact she’s one of the things being hunted. For plot reasons spends her episode switching between being terrified, worried for her missing husband, and heartbroken. Can be somewhat tortuously argued to fit the theme of (not) overcoming grief and letting go, one of the few detectable threads in the directionless slog that’s season 2.

Status: Dead

Importance: Minor overall, major because she’s arguably the main character of her episode

On her own: Torture porny. Very torture porny.

Madison

Intelligent, educated, and with an endearing love of soaps, she’s responsible for one of the three watchable sex scenes in the entire show. Has a nice theme of personal growth and healing from trauma going on, although it’s cut short and undermined when she’s revealed as a werewolf and euthanized by none other than Sam himself. Her death is filmed as a narrative-changing tragedy before it goes on to become a joke in season 4.

Status: Dead

Importance: Major

On her own: No matter how you look at it, she’s a diseased dog that needs to be put down for her own good while the menz wallow in their manly manpain. A rare example of a storyline I don’t think can be tweaked to be even marginally less awful.

I believe maestro may have wanted to portray sadness here.

Tamara

Told to be an excellent hunter, she’s shown as needing to be saved in order not to end up like her husband who’s literally forced to gargle bleach. Introduces the notion of growing hostility against the Winchesters in the hunting community. Full of wrath to fit the episode’s one-off seven deadly sins schtick, she’s emphasized as emotional and not in control of herself to such a degree that it overshadows how she’s in fact fairly competent in the second half of the episode.

Status: Alive as of s5

Importance: Minor

On her own: Wouldn’t stand out this much if she weren’t one of the few POCs in the blinding whiteness that’s SPN’s Americana.

Ruby

Doesn’t have the most organic introduction (A cool intriguing sexy French fries loving not like other gurls sassy badass, with a superdooper special knife? How 2000s cringe can you get?) but quickly becomes one of the show’s most distinctive villains allies. She’s an ally. Totally. Don’t worry about it. A sarcastic smartass jerk who breathes lies and manipulation, she’s resourceful, thinks on her feet, and throws herself into the thick of action without hesitation—a trait that gets especially interesting in retrospect as it suggests a fanatic devotion to her real goal. Sadly, her motivation doesn’t get fleshed out beyond “she really likes Satan, I guess” (which, hey) as the writers prioritize the surprise of the revelation over her further character development. Has the second watchable sex scene in the entire show; the fandom weeps itself to sleep. Gets killed by her own weapon when the writers decide that a character who’s smarter than both protagonists combined could well do with a bit of the good ol’ lobotomizing.

Status: Dead

Importance: Supermegadoublemajor

On her own: The stupid nature of her demise and occasional wooden acting do their best but never overshadow the awesome that’s Ruby.

Lisa Braeden

Dean’s past fling who becomes a living symbol of his desire for the white-picket fence. Is implied to possess mad financial skills as she owns property on a yoga teacher’s salary while a single mom below the age of 30. A blank slate the likes of Cassie, she’s salvaged by better acting. Frequent frowning suggests the presence of an inner life though it doesn’t tend to manifest itself on screen or affect the plot. Her single established trait—blow-out assertiveness the moment things get too far—is exercised mostly in service to her son. Exists solely to give Dean something to pine for.

Status: Alive as of s5

Importance: Major

On her own: A tertiary character who so-so sustains her own episode.

Bela Talbot

The best expansion of the show’s lore after the host of heaven, she’s unequivocally a bad person who nevertheless evokes huge amounts of sympathy. A cynical self-serving dealer in supernatural objects who mirrors Dean’s cracking tough guy persona, due to her abuse and the resulting trauma she refuses to open up and rely on anyone out of principle, or be indebted to them. Her pride makes her clinically unable to ask for help until it’s too late, and even forego mentioning personal history when it’d actively benefit her by softening the horrible impression others have of her. Switching between being an antagonist and the duo’s reluctant ally, she manages to outwit them roughly 90% of time. The fact that she has sexual tension with Dean while Sam lusts after her to the point of literal drooling sends fans apoplectic.

Status: Dead

Importance: Major

On her own: A complex character brought down by her own flaws.

Casey

A demon, she’s torn between wanting to enact the Apocalypse and just chilling with her soulmate. Definitely a fanfic reader because her idea of dealing with danger is to shut herself with her enemy in a room and have a lengthy theological debate. Very outspoken about humanity’s propensity for evil. Outcomplexes Lilith and to a lesser extent Ruby as she’s allowed to openly address her life philosophy. While the dialogue format of her scenes is designed to give Dean space to talk about his feelings regarding his impending demise, it’s more or less an equal push-pull exchange. She’s smart, captivating, capable, and in love, i.e. things SPN just isn’t interested in keeping around.

Status: Dead

Importance: Minor in the overall narrative, major in the episode and Dean’s development

On her own: Could have been so good if allowed to stick around

Gertrude Case

A rich elderly creep whose gropy ways are played for laughs because she’s a woman I guess. Either can’t read social cues or doesn’t give a fuck about people’s obvious discomfort. But don’t worry, it’s hilarious. She’s a woman, you see. What harm have those ever done.

Status: I’m going to assume dead by now, otherwise alive as of s5

Importance: A major figure in Sam’s life since she sexually assaulted him. Otherwise minor.

On her own: Sexual harassment is fun, kids

Lucy

Take Molly McNamara, strip her of any pretence at thematic relevance, minimize her importance while playing up her suffering, and then remove her like a broken Christmas decoration while making sassy remarks—voilà, you’ve ended up with the exact simplistic image that pops into one’s head when the words Supernatural and women are mentioned in a sentence.

Status: Dead

Importance: Non-existent

On her own: Just… why

Astaroth

Approaches awesomehood as her demonic business operation is built around preying on bored suburban hausfraus and taking their souls in exchange for magical powers, which they then use to secure benign materialistic keeping-up-with-the-joneses crap and devour one another like a bunch of assholes whose death you can’t help but eagerly anticipate. Srsly, eff those ladies. Stands out as the only (implied) lesbian in the Kripke arc.

Status: Dead

Importance: Minor, not even the real monster of the week when compared to the coven

On her own: There’s probably another discussion about Doylist sexism hidden around somewhere that I’m not really interested in having. Go Astaroth.

Nancy Fitzgerald

Sugar and spice and every other cliché about kindness combined in a pretty sweet package. Plot demands her to be a virgin for some reason, even though this aspect of her character doesn’t amount to anything in the story and only serves to contrast Nancy’s… purity with Ruby who we’re being constantly told is a “slut” and a “whore” and I have no idea how that’s supposed to work. Then again, Nancy’s virginity is framed as a valid personal choice in a rather empowering moment so that’s good. Has standards because even after deciding to let go of her chastity vow, she won’t settle for just any loser who happens to stand around converting oxygen into CO2. Her “cause manpain out of nowhere”-type death is one of the few of this category in the show which actually work because the cruel pointless nature of it is precisely the point (and at least she’s not the only one who doesn’t survive, please ignore how the episode literally says her demise is the most tragic because she never got laid, barfs).

Status: Dead

Importance: Minor

On their own: A textbook definition of a cinnamon

Lilith

An overarching menace that doesn’t spend too much time on screen, she’s a prop rather than her own person. This gets highlighted the moment the show stops casting her as a clichéd creepy child who likes to larp as that Twilight Zone kid, and turns her into the standard hawt chick in a will-they-won’t-they episode. No interiority as she goes along with a plan which requires her obliteration, without at least allowing her to explore her religious motivation. Ruby does all the heavy lifting in this partnership.

Status: Dead

Importance: Major

On her own: For the life of me I can’t make sense of her actions in s4. But the clichéd creepy kid is adorbs so points for memorability.

Maggie Zeddmore

The straight man to the Ghostfacers’ utterly delightful douchefacery. Manages to keep up with Harry and Ed in terms of hilarity because not only is she exactly as out of place as them, she decides to role-play her childhood-friends-to-lovers fanfic in the middle of a haunted house as the best sister that she is.

Status: Alive as of s5

Importance: Minor

On her own: Love at first geek

Next, season 4 and 5 before I try to figure out what this all adds up to.

#spn #spn critical #supernatural #supernatural critical #sexist writing #tessa #jo harvelle #ellen harvelle #madison #ruby #bela talbot #lisa braeden #nancy fitzgerald #lilith

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Wolf Tale

Wolf Tale by GreyNightSun

For Soap, secret santa in the Vault 2020.

Hope I did the fluff well enough lol.

Words: 2095, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデ���ア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Sensei | All For One, Midoriya Inko

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Sensei | All For One

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Kidnapping, Kidnapped Midoriya Izuku, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Izuku's Parent, Parental Sensei | All For One, Cuddling & Snuggling

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28186503

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♦ #Izuku Midoriya #AFO #Hisashi Midoriya #R:G #A:Grey #Dad for One #Werewolf AU

[mamakitty187]

NSFW Alphabet - Peter Rumancek

I am gonna necromance (necRUmance?) the fuck outta this fandom! Hope you enjoy, and if you have any ideas for drabbles, hc’s, imagines, whatever, PLEASE send them in!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Peter after sex is pretty chill; he’ll lay in bed with you, maybe lighting up a cigarette or a joint if you don’t mind. He just likes to bask in the afterglow.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

He loves your lips; every time you bite or lick them his eyes are drawn to the movement, he nibbles your lower lip when you kiss, and sometimes when he cups your cheek he brushes them with his thumb. He especially loves it when your lips are wrapped around him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically … I’m a disgusting person)

He’s pretty sure it’s a werewolf thing, but when he cums, it’s a *lot*. He always feels a little bad about making such a mess, which is (one of the reasons) why he loves finishing inside you somehow. When it’s your mouth he loves watching you swallow every drop, and when it’s after fucking you, the sight of his seed dripping out of you is sometimes enough to start round 2.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He can smell when you’re about to start your period. It’s not a bad smell to him, just something he notices.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Peter has had a lot of sex with a lot of people (of both genders). He’s very talented, and very proud of his skill.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

He doesn’t have one that he strongly favors over the others, but he really enjoys being able to see your face. Doggy style is different, since he can feel the wolf trying to take over; this can be good or bad, depending on the mood.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’s not goofy per se, but he’s able to laugh and tease and have sexy banter. If the mood is more serious he’ll roll with it, but sex isn’t an inherently serious thing to him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

We stan a hairy boy! But in all seriousness, he keeps his area relatively groomed, out of respect for his partner(s).

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Again, it depends on the mood. He can be incredibly intensely intimate, staring into your eyes, sharing your breath, feeling your heartbeats align.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s got the sex drive of a beast, so he’s gotta get off at least once a day, and usually more. He’s got no problem locking his door to rub one out, or even just doing it on the couch if he’s got the place to himself. Sometimes it’s more of a ‘get it over with’ situation, but other times he’ll draw it out and really enjoy it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

It should be obvious, but he LOVES marking his territory. He’s constantly leaving marks on your neck, scratches on your back, but also putting you in his clothes, letting you use his soap/shampoo so that you smell like him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He’ll go at it just about anywhere. His room is the most comfortable, followed by his couch or anywhere else in the trailer, but he really enjoys fucking in the hammock outside. He’s figured out how to use it as a makeshift sex swing, and since you two can often be found laying there anyway, it’s probably your most common sex spot.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Peter’s pretty quick to heat up; the right word, touch, or look can set him off. But insinuating that you belong to him - or giving him a reason to prove you are - is a sure-fire way to rev him up.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He absolutely will NOT fuck you when he’s in wolf form (you were only joking when you brought it up). It’s not even about the bestiality, he’s just afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep from hurting you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves it when you go down on him (see B) but he *really* loves going down on you. The noises you make, the way your body writhes, the scent and taste of your arousal, the feel of your slick heat on his tongue, it’s a total feast for the senses and he is ALL about it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can take it slow and gentle when you ask, but his default setting is, unsurprisingly, beast mode. He’ll rail into you hard and fast, or lap at you like a starving dog, or shove your head down in submission, anything to get both of you off as intensely as possible.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not the biggest fan of quickies (see S), but he’s a master at getting you off in record time, so he enjoys the challenge. As for him, it’s just a warm-up for the inevitable longer fuck, as soon as you’re able.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s okay with calculated risks, but throwing all caution to the wind makes him nervous. He can be convinced, but it usually takes some coaxing, depending on what it is, especially if it comes anywhere close to possibly hurting you (or getting arrested).

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Peter can last a *really* long time, to the point where getting off fast is hard for him. His usual when not rushing or drawing it out is about an hour, but he can easily go for way longer. On top of that, his recovery time is relatively quick, and then he’s up for more. There have been times where he’s had to give you a break to stretch, or get a glass of water.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have any toys himself, and he’d much prefer not to bother with them at all, but if you ask nicely he’ll use something on you. He really doesn’t like thinking of you getting off to anything but him, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Peter can be the absolute *worst* about teasing. With his hands, with his voice, with his eyes and smile, he’ll use anything and everything to turn you into a squirming begging mess. He always makes it up to you though.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Peter isn’t much of a dirty talker; he can, he just thinks it’s kinda cheesy. He’s definitely a growler though, and when he gets close to cumming he moans, his voice pitching up beautifully when he hits his climax.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He lost his virginity at thirteen at a gypsy wedding.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s uncut. It’s just not a common thing among his kind of Romani. He’s also big, like *really* big. He’s not sure if it’s because of the wolf or if he’s just blessed, but either way he’s proud.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a crazy high sex drive (see J). He’s at least halfway hard most of the time, and he’s gotten used to ignoring it, but it never takes much to get him the rest of the way up.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

If you’ve been marathoning it for a few hours he won’t last long, but usually he’s not sleepy so much as just very relaxed. He’ll be plenty awake enough to cuddle, smoke, and maybe (usually) go again.

@mrsniallhoran505​ @ilovemycrayons​ @wolfsilverhunter​

#peter rumancek #hemlock grove #landon liboiron #hemlock grove fanfic #peter rumancek fanfic #hemlock grove fanfiction #peter rumancek fanfiction

[helloamhere]

I decided to do a much sillier version of ‘fic I wrote in 2019′ especially because this was a very quiet year for me of working hard and writing small things :)

Etched in Salt (is a cathedral of the world) (ID; H/L)

Hands-down the most popular fic I wrote this year which is nice because when I wrote it I was like, “OH WELL I GUESS WE HAVE NO PLAN AND WE’RE DOING THIS ANYWAY.” And I worried it was too much Talking and not enough Plot and whether any of the feelings I had about it would come out, which they seem to have done based on people’s fantabulous comments! Grand!

why: I wrote this fic because it was a really weird December last year, with a lot of family upheaval for my partner, and I was thinking about how fun it is to write things where people are trapped together, so I thought, let’s do a cabin in the woods! But then I thought, let’s make it even more, let’s make two people who are “trapped” together being work partners. 

how: I wrote this fic in a really continuous stream, starting it super late at night when I couldn’t sleep, and then continuing it in the morning, scene after scene. I gave myself permission to just cut scenes and make them short whenever I wanted, which was glorious. I also let my characters talk for longer in this fic than usual, which I think was super fun. The hardest part to write was getting from the key bathroom scene back to the plot/into the resolution, but I just took a break from writing and then suddenly had a flash of knowing exactly how to marry those two scenes. I’m happy with that.

the job that you were meant to do (MCU; Pepper/fem!Tony Stark)

why: A super self-indulgent fic that I knew would be niche, but it’s so niche for me. This one is weirdly personal because I am a queer female businessperson and I wanted there to be more of that feeling in fic, and I was pissed at the MCU being so male dominated all the time about everything, and I decided to genderbend the “asshole/conscientious” character dynamic trope and see how it felt. It felt super fun.

how: mostly at the kitchen table although also a little bit at the couch. I wrote this one very nonlinear because it’s kind of a nonlinear story and I enjoyed that a lot. I rewatched Iron Man and realized how many subtle little background things there are that tell you about the business infrastructure of this world.

Extremely Short Bedtime Stories for Tired People (1D) 

why: I really really love short stories and I know fandom wants everything to be a novel but sometimes I want to capture little pleasing scenes like small soap bubbles and preserve them?????? maybe sometimes they’re seeds for later??? 

how: completely unpredictable and unplanned. I love the fact that tumblr will sometimes provide flash inspiration in the form of asks or whatever. I write many/nearly all of these in one sitting in a spare moment on a whim, often on tumblr.

Your Life Worth Walking on a Bright Morning (1D, H/L) 

awwwww my wolf fic. In draft with the final chapter rn. 

why: look I love a goddamn domestic werewolf trope. Extremely cozy and cheesy and tropey and indulgent goodness. 

how: I write these ones really sporadically because I feel like they pull me in and I have to be in the mood and the mood is kind of like, on the couch in my coziest of sweatpants and let’s be real, we do not get enough of that life. I like the rotating POV, and I often write those scenes side by side.

STRANGE HAPPENINGS AT THE DAILY PLANET! (1D, H/L) 

hi I loved writing this fun fic. This was kind of me coming back to 1D and deciding to own the AU and do what I want. Still a more niche fic these days I suppose but I liked mashing superhero stuff and painting with bright colors.

why: you know as zany as this fic is it has some real deep emotion in it for me, in that I feel like I often work in a world full of corruption and people with power getting away with a lot, and the whole Noble Journalist Investigates Coverup!!! story is something that’s kind of resonant for me because I do a lot of work with data and sometimes I’m like, the person who comes out of the stuffy filing cabinet closet in the corner with papers in my hands yelling, they’re wrong! but, ya know, I also really wanted to write MARCEL for the first time and I was SO PLEASED at the idea of Marcel being an actual alter-ego that I kept giggling to myself the whole time. 

how: oh man this one flowed in a way that writing should always flow. I just had so much fun. The banter streamed out. I think I wrote it all extremely chronologically which is rare for me, and I spent way too much time looking up superman moodboard photos and I don’t even really like superman that much idk what to tell you.

#my fic #2019 masterpost #my writing

[fanfictiondotme]

I Will Help You

Fandom: Teen wolf

Characters: Pack, reader

Ship: Derek x Reader

Summary: Derek figures out something is wrong at a pack meeting.

Warnings: trigger warning!! Self-harm and depression

A/N: I do not condone such actions in this fic. If you need help please message me, call 1-800-273-8255 or chat with an online member willing to help at https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/chat/

Reader POV

I was the first one to arrive at Derek’s house, knowing full well I could help Derek prepare the table for the dinner he always cooks. Something changed in Derek whenever it was his turn to host the pack, matter of fact, everyone stepped up their game. Scott always made sure the house was spotless, rented special movies, the pack even went in to get a new television. Stiles bought one too many games to play, Lydia was always overpacked with booze and drinking games. Once Liam got his own place he always made sure that their was a variety of menus and paid for everyone’s takeout. Everyone seemed to be more dedicated to the pack than anything else. Everyone but me.

Once I began thinking about how the pack had changed, my mind began to race, my thighs having ghost pains from previous days. I never hosted pack meetings, am I really that dedicated? I knocked and then entered into Derek’s place, smiling and turning my blasting music down in your ears. I smiled at Derek, walking into the kitchen. He gave me a million dollar smile and continued cooking. I danced around him to get the placemats you helped him pick out. I placed them gently and neatly down, carefully bringing plates back from the kitchen, happily distracting myself from the pit in my stomach. Once the table was set I went back into the kitchen and plopped myself down on the counter, watching the handsome man in a gentle setting calmed me.

Derek’s POV

Y/N reeked of doubt and dread as soon as she walked through the door, a smell the wolves in the pack had become accustomed to frequently smelling on her, never for too long, but enough to raise worries. As soon as she walked into the kitchen she smelled of joy. That was why I loved her so much, she was always happy to help anyone. I hadn’t ever smelled anything sweeter than when she went with me to pick out the placemats, which she did a wonderful job of finding, beautiful day and night comparison as a small reminder to the pack that with every bad day is a good night, and every bad night is a new day.

The pack had been trying to make sure that the meetings were a time of stress relief for Y/N, the wolves could smell her throughout her day, but things seemed to look up whenever she was around the pack. We had been trying so hard to help Y/N without making her feel trapped. She never liked talking about herself, always giving off the essence of anxiety whenever confronted. I am personally invested in her, and I loved it. Whenever I thought I was going to loose control, she would bring me back down, her beautiful Y/H/C wrapping beautifully around her neck, her skin touching mine, it was all grounding for me.

She plopped up on the counter, smelling of brief nervousness and her heart rate skyrocketing. I turned to her and brought the spoon to her mouth.

“Be my taste tester!” I placed my hand on her thigh, I watched her flinch and immediately felt a pang of guilt. I didn’t question her, just repeated “Test it!” She giggled and opened her mouth. That was the sound given by a god.

Readers POV

He touched my thigh, still sore from the night before. Derek seemed to not notice, which calmed my anxiety.

“Oh my GOD!” This was the best chili I had ever eaten. “This is absolutely the best thing that’s graced my lips!” I plopped down going for more.

“While I enjoy your flattery, you have to wait on the rest of the pack!” Derek booted after me, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me back. I screamed and giggled, squirming when he turned me around. Our moment was interrupted by a knock on the door and I slapped him on the shoulder before opening up.

Scott McCall standing bold faced with the entire pack trailing behind him. “It’s about damn time!” I giggled and escorted them to the dining room.

After dinner we all settled down to watch The Blair Witch Project, my night to pick. I snuggled close to Derek’s side while Lydia laid on Stiles in front on the couch, Liam hanging his legs over Scott and his head in my lap. The small boy always did take a liking to me, lord only knows why.

About halfway through the movie, I felt something wet on my hand after scratching my thigh. Goddamit. I smiled to Derek but his eyes blasted bright blue and I smiled dismissively. “I gotta go pee, I’ll be right back,” I gently lifted a sleeping Liam’s head off of my lap, looking back to a Scott who had his full attention on me, who briefly looked at Derek, sharing a secret conversation.

Derek’s POV

Blood. I smelled blood. It wasn’t the first time I had smelled it, and I knew who it belonged to. Sweet Y/N, but why? She headed off to the bathroom and I regretfully decided not to tune in. I don’t want to violate her privacy. She came back and cuddled back into me, I felt safe. I whispered in her ear, “Why did I smell blood hun?” She giggled and didn’t miss a beat, “Period Der, calm down,” she smelled of guilt and sorrow, maybe she felt ashamed of her period, but why?

I pulled her extra close to me, trying to make her more comfortable, I was still anxious about why I smelled blood on her. I smelled it last week, so it didn’t add up, but there could be another explanation, this is entirely too sensitive. I was the last to fall asleep of the pack, minus Y/N, who peacefully played another horror movie. I silently asked her to never move.

Readers POV

I very quietly woke the pack up, except Derek, and helped them out the door. “Th-“ Scott began, I cut him off. “Don’t you DARE wake that werewolf up on the couch, I will fucking tear your alpha eyes out.” I giggled and Scott put his hands up defensively. “Goodnight guys.” Scott gave me a hug, whispering in my ear, “We love you Y/N, Derek more than any of us, it will get better.” He smiles and walked out as I quietly shut the door behind him.

I began bouncing off the walls cleaning quietly. Picking up every dish in the house and washing it. Then wiping down the table, picking up the popcorn, the pop cans and finally felt accomplished after the packs’ mess was cleaned. I began to pick up Derek’s clothing and put them in the washer, picking up his bathroom, carrying out garbage but on the way out to carry out the garbage I caught my thigh on the corner of the table.

I cried out and covered my mouth. Breathing heavily and heart thumping in my chest. Goddamit, I know I woke that wolf up. I was right, he was on me in an instant. His eyes glowing brilliantly, looking around to a spotless house then to me. My thigh dripping with blood I know, hoping it was covered by the smell of garbage.

“You okay?” he wiped a tear away from my eye. “Yeah, hit my leg on the corner of the table, nothing serious,” I began to walk. He stopped me.”Goddamn, my house is spotless, how long have you been cleaning?” I giggle at his statement as he takes the garbage bag. “I’ll take this out, it’s the least I could do.” He kissed my forehead and walked out the door.

I took off running towards the bathroom, quickly replacing the gauze, and washing my hands, dabbing soap on the outside of the gauze to hide the smell of blood. These cuts were causing more issues than one tonight and I certainly didn’t need it. I walked out of the bathroom looking at the incredibly sculpted Derek, leaning against the counter.

“Y/N,” he looked guilty, “I don’t want to overstep, but I have to ask you.” He walked to me and guided me to the couch. “I have smelled blood on you one too many times this month.” My eyes went wide. I can’t do this, not to him, he is so strong, I can’t tell him, he will never look at me the same. “Derek, I don’t want to have this conversation,” I spoke softly, not to upset him. He intertwined his fingers in mine and smiled weakly, “Are you hurting yourself baby?”

My heart skipped a beat, not sure if it was because he called me baby or because I was caught. Do I come clean or do I keep lying? Handling this on my own was getting hard. “Yes.”

Derek swiftly brought his hand gently to my face and caressed it. “Why?” He put his forehead to mine. “I’m not ready for this conversation yet. Can you respect that?” I asked softly. “Of course I can. Will you at least stay with me tonight?” He looked at me with hopeful eyes. I nodded and he picked me up bridal style carrying me to his room. He softly asked me if I wanted him to change my clothes for me or if I wanted to do it. “Will you, please? I’m so tired Derek.” He easily undressed me, completely non-sexual, and redressed me, only taking a moment to make sure my cuts weren’t too extensive, taking his time to view the many scars plastered on my legs. He gently took my hair down, picking me back up and laying me on him.

Derek’s POV

“Hey Y/N,” he began and I acknowledged him with a hum, “I want you to stay here. I know we aren’t dating, but this way if you need me I’m right here.” She looked at me with confusion, reeking of sadness, “Why? Why would you want that? I’m not your problem, I do-“

“You most certainly are not a problem, you’re a person. My person. My heart and my safety. I’m just asking that you let me repay you. Please, baby.”

“Okay, but don’t call me that, I’m not your baby and you’re not going to lead me on Derek. I don’t need your pity. We can stay friends but please don’t, it will make it so much worse.”

My heart sunk. I did all I could think of and I kissed her.

Readers POV

My heart was busting out of my chest. Derek is kissing me. Derek is kissing me. Out of all of the things that could’ve happened tonight, him shunning me, him telling the pack, him hating me or him giving me pity, he kissed me. I kissed him feverishly, hoping it would never end. But I pulled back. “Wh-“ I started but stopped. “I don’t know what it is about you, my pretty Y/N, I don’t know if it’s love but it’s something. Something I’ve never felt with anyone else. I want to help you, not just now, but as long as you’ll let me. You can stay in the other bedroom if you want, that’s okay, we need to take this slow. I want to be your anchor, because you’re mine.” Derek confessed; laid it down on the line for me. I began to cry, “Okay Derek, okay, but we have to take it slow, you’re right. I need help, I admit it. I don’t know that I necessarily want it, but I need it.”

He held me, held me until I stopped crying and fell asleep, held me even when I woke up, held me through me explaining why cutting helped me. He was brilliant to me. Patient with me, understanding, comforting, helped me through my tough times, never judging me for relapses, always calm when he asked me to stop. Never losing composure, taking things slow. Never losing it, never being overbearing. It was going to be okay, I was going to make it. We were.

#teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfic #fluffly #fluff #derek x reader #derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale fluff #derek fluff #reader insert #fanfiction #fluffly fanfic #fluffy #fluffy fanfiction #fluff fic #abused!reader #tw fanfic #tw fanfiction #teen wolf fluff #pack x reader #pack mom x reader

[ao3feed-haikyuu]

that would be enough

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by Slumber, tauontauoff

“Hey, Kuroo,” Bokuto says, nuzzling Kuroo by the collar and wishing, not for the first time and not for the last, he could inhale a scent stronger than soap and cologne. The thought is fleeting, superseded very quickly by Kuroo’s lips on him, and his hands, and his deft fingers, and everything else.

“Yeah?”

“You know we mate for life, right?”

In which Bokuto is a werewolf and Kuroo is a vampire.

Words: 2363, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: that would be enough

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou

Relationships: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements

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#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq #ao3feed #fanfic #haikyu #ハイキュー!!

[rougepetale]

Rub a dub dub

Fandom: (Voltage 365) Enchanted in the Moonlight

Pairing: Kyoga x reader

Warning: Smut, blow job (18+ only!)

Note: I am so sorry Dx I am still very much a noob at writing smut.... please be kind ;w;

It was a unusually hard day today at the library, five different schools were doing a school field trip at the library and two of the five were rival schools; needless to say that there was some tension throughout the day. There was a terrible knot between my shoulders and my feet hurt more than usual. A large sigh escaped my lips as I bid my fellow coworkers goodnight. It was Ikumi who smiled behind me that alerted me that somebody was behind me.

“You are so lucky you have an escort for the night” Ikumi commented. I looked behind to see Kyoga leaning against a tree, he smiled a toothy grin at me as he came toward us.

“Evening” he greeted, immediately his arms were around my waist and kissing gently on the forehead, “You smell amazing ____” he said after a long breath in. His breath tickled my cheek, “You ready to head home?” He asked. His fingers laced with mine and he tugged gently. “Good night Ikumi!” he called out as we left.

“So, tell me about your day?” Kyoga asked as he glanced down at me.

“Well, today was terribly hectic…” I told him all about my day when we had walked roughly three fourths of the way home when Kyoga paused for a second and knelt down before me.

“Hop on” he told me as he looked over his shoulder.

“Pardon?” I asked incredulously. I looked at him like he grew a third head.

“I noticed that you were limping and you look like a walking corpse” he teased “Now, I will give you exactly five seconds to hop up or I am carrying you like my blushing bride” he warned. I didn’t need to be told twice. I hurried up onto his back and he brought his arms under to cup my legs as he stood.

“Are you sure I’m not too heavy?” I squeaked out.

“Naw, you weigh nothing” He replied as he began to walk again towards home again, “See, doesn’t this feel better?” he asked, truth was that he was enjoying this much more than anticipated. Being so close to his beloved was driving him wild, he looked up to see the full moon peeking through. 

“Yeah, thank you Kyoga” I sighed as I nuzzled into his shoulder, the warmth that radiated off of him was comforting, “Though I may just die from embarrassment first though” I teased gently.

“We couldn’t have that” Kyoga replied, “I guess I would just have to kiss you back to life.”

The walk back was uneventful, some gentle chatter kept me awake enough. Before long we were home, most the household was already asleep, Samon was still awake as he brought some food out for the both of us before he too retired for the evening.

“I’ll draw a bath for you” Kyoga offered.

“Oh Kyo-“

“If you’re gonna tell me to not do it I will be joining you!” He warned as he walked away. I sulked as I nibbled on my dinner, it was a light salad tonight, the house was on a health kick lately.

“ohi’llbejoiningyou” I mimicked his in a pouty voice, though the idea of having a warm bath waiting for me had me eating my dinner a little faster than normal.

I finished dinner in record time, I was all too eager to take a nice de-stressing bath after the stressful day that I had.

Taking my pajamas I went to my pantie drawer and opened the drawer slowly and sitting there proudly were the red panties waiting to be worn. I knew Kyoga liked red, and usually was a little bit friskier when he saw that…. And it made me feel more confident with my body. I smirked when I took the panties with me to the bathroom.

Inside Kyoga was pouring the bubble bath that enveloped the entire room in Stress Relief. “Kyoga!” I exclaimed as he just lit the twin scented candle, “You’re too kind” I whispered, I knew he loved my natural scent the most. I knew he was sacrificing his own senses to please me.

“I uh, know you like this smell the most” he murmured shyly. My heart thudded painfully in my chest, he was the perfect man… no, ayakashi… No human could ever make me feel this way. I threw shyness to the side and I confidently strode up to him and kissed him. I took his face in my hands and dominated him for once, even if it was only for a second. I had his face in my hands as I kissed him with fervor.

The kiss that I demanded from him was unlike any other kiss that we had shared in the past. It was filled with passion and all the thanks I could ever give him. I explored his mouth with aggression. I pulled back slowly with a bite on his lip till I could hold on no longer. “You’re the best Kyoga” I cooed gently into his ear. When I fully pulled back I noticed that his eyes were dangerously black and filled to the brim with lust, poor baby… I knew if I teased him too much I wouldn’t be getting my bath any time soon. “Now, go away” I said playfully, “Momma needs some time to relax!”

Kyoga was going to complain when his eyes drifted to the side and he spied the little red number that he had given as a gift some time ago, he could feel the need stirring in his groin, “As you wish _____” he growled out. He had hoped that the bath wouldn’t take too long because he was inescapably hard now and didn’t have any desire to take care of it by himself.

I heard the door close behind me as I quickly undressed, the steam rising from the bath beckoned me forward. The moans that escaped from my lips was affecting a certain somebody on the other side of the door who had yet to leave, the moans nearly brought him to his knees.  

The water enveloped my body and seemed to melt the stress away, “Oh gods” I moaned again. Sinking to just below my nose I relaxed fully. This was completely needed. “I needed this” I sighed, my hands were on autopilot as they took the shampoo and massaged it into my hair, my mind drifted to Kyoga, imagining as he kneaded his hands into my hair, massaging it into my scalp. “Oh Kyoga” I mewed out. My fingers naturally found their way down to my heated center, pausing for a moment before delving in. The orgasm produced was not as wonderful as when Kyoga helped, my head lulled back as I sighed out his name. The third call of his name proved too much for the werewolf.

The door to the bathroom slammed open, “Forgive me, ________” He breathed out. His eyes widened at what he saw and then rolled back into his head, his senses were on overdrive. Every day you smelt intoxicatingly sexy, and here you were sitting in a pool of your own smell, intensifying the smell by tenfold. He moaned out as he stumbled forward, he was already discarding his jacket and top.

“_______” he was able to quickly kick off his pants, and I could see his member was hard and straining painfully against his boxers, “Do you have any inkling of how sexy you look sitting there?” he asked, he knelt before the tub as his hand threaded through my hair and gripped my scalp gently. He sealed my lips with a kiss as he nipped at my lips.

I granted him access, we fought for supremacy for a second before I caved. He pulled back, “That is for earlier, darling” he smirked. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with a sensual and dominating behavior. Kyoga stood up and he palmed his erection and pumped twice. My eyes darted to his erection and then back up to his face. Ever so slowly I moved forward and kissed his clothed tip.

The strangled groan that Kyoga fought back escaped his lips was extremely rewarding. My fingers hooked on the elastic of his boxers and I pulled them down quickly. His member sprung forward and stood proudly before me, begging me to take it. Eagerly I took the head of his member into my mouth. His hand threaded into my damp hair as he guided my head forward. My teeth gently scraped his member causing him to take a shuttering breath in. His hand pushed forward gently, my tongue caressed what I could and I bobbed gently. Pulling back Kyoga nearly protested when I kissed the head again, his entire cock was wet and pulsing. My hands wrapped around his shaft and pumped gently, my nails drug lazily over the sensitive skin. “_____” he warned, I looked up to see the pained expression on his face.

His hand was upon my head again as he guided my mouth back upon his member. This time I hummed while taking his member, the friction nearly drove him mad. “Fuck, _______” he groaned out, “I love you” he choked out. I let my hands warm up in the water for a moment before I grabbed his balls and massaged them, that coupled with the humming proved to push him over the edge, unexpectedly.

Swallowing, I sat back and watched him with a smile. Kyoya looked absolutely spent, and wasn’t completely checked in. It took a moment for him to return to earth. “Gods ______” he sighed out, his legs felt like jelly. He didn’t want to orgasm that quickly but he couldn’t hold back. He stepped forward and began to get into the bath, “Might as well share the bath” he mumbled. His laid back attitude had returned for now.

I scooted forward so that he was behind. He took the soap and massaged it gently into my shoulders and into the knot that was still present. His course hands worked the knot out in seconds, he peppered my shoulder in kisses, “Have I ever told you that you’re the best?” he hummed.

I smiled and hummed, “Only like every day” I cooed back.

His hands eventually moved down to my arms as he gently massaged there for a moment, by now the water was becoming luke warm at best. His hands found their way to my breasts, he kneaded them and pinched them together, causing my back to arch. “Kyoga!” his name escaped my lips, I was not expecting him to reciprocate so quickly.

His head was by my shoulder as he breathed deeply, “That’s right babe, call my name” he cooed. His left hand left my breast and migrated further down till they rested on the clit. He rubbed the engorged tissue, sending pleasurable shocks through my body. His fingers dipped even further, slipping one finger inside and pumped gently. I writhed upon his hand.

“Kyoga! Why are you teasing me?” I whined. I rotated my hips to increase the friction.

“My, aren’t we a little eager” he laughed while adding another finger. He curled them upward and continued to pump in and out. “Tell me you want this” he whispered into my ear, his hand upon my breast squeezed.

“Please Kyoga” I complied quickly, “Please, I need you.”

I could feel his erection growing beneath me, most human men couldn’t be ready this fast. Thankfully Kyoga was not any man, he was an ayakashi; Kyoga was capable of much more. I wiggled my bum over his growing erection. “Kyoga, please…. Fuck me” I sighed. My hand found its way to his member once again as I pumped him gently, feeling him grow harder beneath be gave me a thrill of excitement. His hands left the pleasured parts of my body as he guided himself to my folds. He sheathed himself fully within and I felt complete.

Awkward at first the pace began to increase as my head fell back to his shoulder. I clenched my muscles as I pulled up and almost completely off of him as I continued my riding. Kyoga began to get impatient with my slower pace and took charge. He hit those special bundle of nerves that made me see stars and lose any logical functioning in my brain. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge of my orgasm. Kyoga’s loud grunts and sloppy pacing signaled that Kyoga was also coming close. I matched his thrusts with my own. His hand found their way back to my clit as he rubbed vigorously, “C’mon babe, cum for me” he growled. He nipped again as my shoulder and sucked hard. It was a particular thrust coupled with the upstroke shattered my world.

“Kyoga!” I screamed as I came undone, and my very existence left my body. Kyoga followed quickly after, his voice mingled with my own cry.

Everything was quiet for a moment, save for our gentle gasps of breath. “Damn, that was hot” Kyoga commented, he nuzzled my hair and inhaled.

I laughed, “Yeah, this was definitely a great way to unwind after today’s stress.”

#voltage inc #kyoga #i suck at writing smut #please somebody else write smut for my enjoyment #enchanted in the moonlight #please be nice

[aly-the-writer]

To be Family

Read on Ao3 | My Ao3 | Word Count: 1300 |

Fandom: Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

Characters: Vilkas, Arainna (female Imperial Dovahkiiin)

Pairing: Vilkas/Arainna (pre-relationship)

Description: Set immediately after "The Silver Hand" quest, Vilkas finds himself taking care of the Jorrvaskr's newest werewolf as she processes what happened and tries to sort out how she feels. Meanwhile he contemplates his own changing feelings towards the Dragonborn Arainna.

Vilkas set the bowl of water on the table in front of the girl, setting himself in the chair in front of the one she sat in with a heavy sigh. Then he pressed a cup into her hand.

She accepted it with a nod and drank a little, shivering despite the cloak around her shoulders and the fire in the hearth. Neither of them was willing to break the silence that stretched between them.

Aela had retreated to mourn Skjor in private. She would need time and space before she could face the rest of the Jorrvaskr – and the ghost left by her lover’s absence.

It had left the newest member of their misguided little family looking lost and staring empty-eyed around the hall on her own. She’d still had blood at the corner of her mouth. Caught and tangled in her hair. Staining beneath her nails with what was left of the Silver Hand the two women had found in their hunt. Dressed lightly in only loose pants and a shirt too large to fit with the sort of modesty the woman usually preferred.

Arainna was a small woman – completely dwarfed in his fur cloak that he’d wrapped around her after getting her to sit – with her long black hair tangled rather than in its usual neat braided bun. Her blue eyes still lost in the distance of her thoughts as she focused on the fire rather.

It was a good thing Aela had returned them in the dead of night. The guard would not have overlooked the state of either of them in better light. Particularly not with so many stories of vampire attacks.

It’s not been an easy change and she’s even worse than your brother was, Skjor had said before he’d gone to follow Aela in protecting the newest werewolf in their pack – Vilkas had gone to confront them for making her one of them at all.

And she was being left to process it – and her grief - on her own.

So he had brought her to the privacy of his own room, wrapped her up in his furs because he hadn’t thought to stop and fetch her own belongings from the room she shared with the other whelps and set about doing what he could to make it easier.

Taking up the cloth from the bowl, he dipped it in the warm water and wrung it out before dabbing it gently where blood had dried on her lips and face.

“Your control gets better,” he knew his tone was still rough, a little too harsh with his frustrations at the situation. Not that gentle was something he knew how to make his voice but he still tried for his shield-sister.

“I didn’t just dream that did I?” she finally spoke, though her voice was barely a whisper.

“No.”

It wasn’t a comforting answer but there’s very little that’s comforting in being a werewolf.

The blood in her veins is still too new for her to sort through the scents in the air the way he can – The scent of lavender soap still clinging stubbornly to her hair beneath the rest of it. His brother’s snoring in the other room too soft to be heard through the thick walls by a human but clear and comforting in its familiarity. Kodlak’s pacing as he turns over how to respond to what has happened. The sounds and scents of the Jorrvaskr and its inhabitants signaling home to him as they had since he had first been gifted the Beast-blood.

It will take some days for her to learn to sort through the new sensations.

She was a fine Companion but not every Companion was suited to controlling the blood. And Aela and Skjor had not consulted Kodlak on that question as tradition called for. Some part of him suspected, though, that she would learn that control swiftly enough.

“What were you thinking, Arainna?”

He took her hands in his to clean the blood from them next, gently as he could, and to pretend not to notice the regret caught in those blue eyes.

Vilkas remembered spotting the pretty Imperial in the shadows of the Jorrvaskr what felt like an age ago as he spoke with Kodlak about his own difficulties with the beast-blood.

She’d smiled and barely stopped herself from curtsying in greeting when Kodlak had spoken to her. Like some kind of proper Cyrodiil lady from the empire’s capital. He’d seen the aborted movement and frowned at it.

A bit of dented armor and a sword barely sharp enough to cut couldn’t make a pampered lady into a Companion.

Back then her hands had still been soft. The starts of the callouses he felt beneath his own fingers had begun to build but her fingers had still not the rough swordswoman’s that he was so carefully holding now.

She’d even apologized for wasting his time in the training yard before they’d begun when Kodlak asked he test her.

He’d expected to see a few clumsy swings and have it end with him telling the old man that he’d been wrong about the stranger having any potential. Instead she had shown herself to be adequate.

Her technique more unsteady by a lack of confidence than an absence of skill. She had a few of those poor habits that some developed when they had a teacher unfamiliar with teaching (he’d guess someone much larger and with a preference for two-handed weapons) but nothing that could not be corrected through training.

And he’d insured the newest whelp got plenty of it with her sword and shield too.

Still, it had been the side eye the whelp had given when he told her to fetch his sword to Eorlund that had earned her a real chance at his respect though. She’d known she was being hassled but still opted to say nothing at being made to earn her place further.

She was an easy woman to warm to, even with his misgivings at bringing a stranger into the Hall at a time when the Circle itself was split. He’d liked the way she smiled and ducked her head to laugh when he made some jest.

The way she’d thrown up on his shoes when he’d walked her back from the Bannered Mare the night after she’d slain the dragon at the watch tower had been a little less charming.

“Don’t know that I was,” she finally answered, drawing her hands back from his. Some foolish part of him wished to keep hold of them but she needed to be allowed her independence now that she was reacting again, he knew that. “I wanted to prove myself – to show that the Companions really are my family now.”

He glanced up to her expression - something in her face suggested she wasn’t trying to prove that truth to them so much as to herself.

“You’re a fool,” he informed her.

She’d been their Shield-Sister for some time now, being a werewolf wasn’t going to make her more family, all it did was get her entangled deeper in the problems at the heart of the Circle…though, perhaps that is what family was supposed to mean?

A tiny smile graced her lips – weak still but it was honest – “You’re probably right.”

“You should go wash your hair,” he said, sitting back. “And get dressed properly. I’m not explaining to Ria why you’re in my room dressed like that. Come back once you’ve done that – I’m sure you have questions. I’ll see if I can’t find where Tilma hid the sweetrolls this time.”

This time there was a slightly larger smile and what might qualify as almost half a laugh, her gaze lingering on his for a moment before she nodded, “…thank you, Vilkas.”

#Skyrim #elder scrolls: skyrim #Elder Scrolls OCs #Vilkas #CW: blood #OC: Arainna #Ari has a rough time adjusting to being a werewolf

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So Teen Wolf stretched itself out ... three times? I guess they’re doing that since it’s their end. Or a new beginning later down the road. I’m just glad they didn’t end the whole thing forever on a cliffhanger. There’s talk of rebooting it with a new class and characters. I’d be fine with that, as long as they’re interesting, although I’ll miss most of the original ones. I enjoy the stories they put together in Teen Wolf. They may not be flawless and sure, there’s combat filler / often a group of tall stuntpeople dressed in faceless costumes. (Oni, Beserkers, Ghost Riders). They’re an unstoppable force that has to eventually be stopped, but it’s not often a werewolf/vampire series comes along which is any good.

In fact, in 50 years of television, I can only think of 3 series which had werewolves as their main characters (as opposed to vampires and werewolf side characters.)

True Porn had some interesting plots but they dumped a bunch of sex scenes in it; presumably keep people watching and use for filler. As horrible as some seasons were, I watched that one to the bitter end.

I guess the Vampire Diaries are still going on. I lost the thread of that series first year and never went back to it.

There’s Supernatural, zombies, and ghosts out there. Those never grabbed me. I’ve always been into werewolves and vampires. There’s very little for either of those across many decades.

Dark Shadows (before my time) - This was ground breaking, and a daytime soap opera based on supernatural beings. Originally it was ghosts, but they ran the gambit through a phoenix, Hollywood witches, vampires, werewolves, Dr. Frankenstein, the Portrait of Dorian Grey and all kinds of things before it was over in the early 70′s.

Forever Knight - Vampires meet Hill Street Blues. So very 90′s and great for its day. It didn’t weather wonderfully but it’s not too bad.

She Wolf of London - Weird series. I saw it once and it was unique because it had a woman werewolf in it. I think it was a 70′s or 80′s thing. It didn’t last long.

Werewolf - A 30 minute show about a lone wolf on the run from a vindictive bounty hunter. Corny today but the costume was done by Rick Baker. Considering it was a cheesy 20 minutes per week it was damn cool. It lasted a couple of years in the 80′s.

Dark Shadows Revived - This died an unfortunate final death due to the Gulf War and time tables shifting constantly for news footage. Which is a shame because it had real potential and could have gone on longer. It was Dark Shadows but sexier, scarier, and more intense than it’s early counterpart. It’s a shame that fandom lost its creator Dan Curtis and no one took the reins up who cared about the franchise. Hence that piece of crap with Johnny Depp. Dark Shadows was never Dracula: Dead and Loving It. It was a serious show that was simply old and done on a budget. It freaked people out back in the day.

True Porn - Hey, it was over 10 years since vampires were on the map for a series of any kind. Of course I watched it.

Vampire Diaries - Never managed to get back to that. I’m not sure I want to with the influence Twilight has had on the vampire genera. Twilight wasn’t for me. I read the first book and didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it, either. It was just another romance book to me - like the thousands in Barnes and Noble with the same cover (except the clothes and faces of the people change. Same basic story.)

Buffy/Angel - I was a fan of the Angel series and never could get into Buffy but at least it was above the normal bar for vampire/werewolf entertainment. Angel is my favorite vampire series to date.

Grimm - This isn’t exactly a werewolf/vampire series. It has enough elements that it’s my all time favorite supernatural series because of the characters. I enjoy most of the stories, too.

Teen Wolf - As you can see from a 50 year list, it doesn’t have much competition. There have only been two other werewolf series that I know of in 5 decades. So yeah, I love Teen Wolf. I love it a lot, in spite of it’s problems. I’d like it to survive -- if nothing else, it’s one of the few out there which doesn’t have vampires in it or vampire/werewolf love triangles. If that means new characters, so be it. I’m still interested in the world and the stories.

#teen wolf spoilers