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So I'm using the @hprecfest day 12 prompt "a WIP you're following" to post a short rec list of WIPs that has been sitting in my drafts for so long now I even had to remove a fic that had been finished in the meanwhile!

Something rotten in Grimmauld Place by @plecotusauritus (8,802 words, Hamlet AU) This is a wolfstar Hamlet AU, need I say more?? I've never much cared or thought about Hamlet since I read it in school but this fic (almost) makes me want to reread Hamlet and I can't wait to see where the story goes next, I love the atmosphere this fic captures, the lovely writing style and just seeing all these characters we know so well fit into the plot of Hamlet is so, so cool!!

the oldest recipe for parsnip soup by @eyra (10.639 words, modern AU, christmas fic) Getting another fic by eyra for the holidays has been such a wonderful treat! I love the whole setting and the characters of this fic so much already, especially Sirius!! And the writing and all the descriptions are so, so beautiful, as always, highly recommend checking it out!!

Welcome to Aphrodite by @de-sire-blog & @rhabarberjunge (18.957 words, magical AU, secret identities) this is one of those fics I've read a while ago, but I keep thinking about it because I loved it so much. I don't want to give away too much of the plot, but the premise is Sirius finding a hidden, adults-only club that makes people's secret desires come true, and of course Sirius's secret desire is Remus... It's hot, it's fun, and it's incredibly angsty, I love it.

Stitched into My Skin by @squintclover (19.297 words, canon divergent AU, memory loss) I love the heartache and all the bittersweetness that comes with memory loss fics so much already, and I am so obsessed with the way it's been done in this fic. The premise of the fic is Peter casting a memory loss charm on Sirius on October 31st 1981, which leads to Remus raising Harry and randomly coming across Sirius years later, only Sirius doesn't remember him. I'm so intrigued by the first few chapters already and can't wait to see where the story goes next!

Marauder FM by @hollyivydruzy (26.402 words, modern AU, radio AU, enemies to friends to lovers) I know I've recced this fic before but I will never shut up about it because I love it, and especially this fic's Remus so, so much! It's an iconic, funny radio AU set in London, and I wish the radio shows from this fic were real because I would listen to Sirius's radio show every morning if I could. I just love the vibe of all of them working at the radio station together and the slow burn enemies to friends (to lovers) is so delicious!

The Patchwork of Us by @tracingpatternswrites (27.502 words, modern AU, enemies to lovers, co-parenting Teddy) This is such a lovely fic about Sirius and Remus navigating the difficult situation of co-parenting Teddy after Tonks dies, I love the domesticity and the enemies to lovers vibe of this fic so much!

The Picture of Sirius Black by @lynxindisguise (30.049 words, Dorian Gray AU) okay anyone who has ever seen my blog knows how much I love lynx's writing, which is why I am also obsessed with this fic, even though it's a genre I'm usually not that familiar with. It's a Dorian Gray AU, it's gothic horror but especially the first few chapters are also giving victorian romcom with murder sideplot vibes (and I mean this as the biggest compliment), this fic will make you laugh and cry and want to murder some of these characters yourself maybe.

Only Fools Are Satisfied by grumposaur (@pancakehouse) (38.353 words, modern AU, tennis AU). I really love the exploration of Sirius's family dynamics in the context of him being a professional athlete in this fic, and Remus with his tanlines and freckles is everything!!

Neon Moon by @krethes (47.698 words, modern AU, cowboy stripper Remus AU, Las Vegas) I didn't know how much I needed Remus to be a stripper and a cowboy before I read this fic, but now I do and I love him!! The whole premise of them meeting at a strip club while Sirius is out on James's bachelor party is so iconic, and the vibes of the fic are just overall excellent, highly recommend checking it out!

on another ocean by @colgatebluemintygel (118.148 words, modern AU, backpacking/interrail, friends with benefits) Where do I even start? This is an incredible fic, one of my all time faves, I've reread some of the chapters several times now and am so obsessed with this fic's Remus in his socks and sandals, driving Sirius crazy with lust. Also I will not spoil it for anyone who hasn't read it, but the scene in the budapest chapter in the club bathroom features one of my favorite Sirius moments of all time, across all universes haha.

marginalia by @spindrifters (266.547 words, magical AU, canon divergent AU - Grindelwald won, slavery AU) I'm having a hard time trying to put my love for this fic into words in just a short paragraph. This fic is so unique in its setting, and it's so beautifully written and asks & answers the question "what if Grindelwald had won?" in such an incredible, highly political and also very immersive way, if you haven't read it already I really recommend checking it out (as well as the already complete Tedromeda spinoff set in the same world, history books!!!).

Staying Strangers by 3amAndCounting (319,368 words, modern AU, texting fic, university AU). This is one of my comfort fics, I love a good texting AU, this is quite a popular fic anyways but if you haven't read it and like modern AUs & texting fics (though it isn't all just texting) go check it out!

#hprecfest2023 #wolfstar wip #wolfstar #fic rec #wolfstar fic #wip #rec list #wip rec list #also i put these in order of their lenght because whenever i do a rec list that's not just chronological from doing daily fic recs #i have a small crisis over in which order i want to put them #also i just KNOW as soon as i post this i will remember another wip i've forgotten to mention so PLEASE feel free to reblog this and add #more current wolfstar wips (either ur own or someone elses!) if you want to!!! <3

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 8 days

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Ok so no prompt for the list for this one, but it's been rattling around in my brain for a little bit:

Adam has been stuck at the hotel for a bit, and him and Lucifer seem to be constantly fighting. Luci is constantly setting Adam off with jabs at his insecurities (the intent being lighthearted bickering, maybe even flirting, but he's Lucifer and his communication skills are shit), and Adam's response to being hurt is anger, so he always lashes out.

Once, after a particularly exhausting week, Adam doesn't have enough energy to get angry. So when Lucifer says something in an attempt to get a rise out of him (maybe a comment about Cain or Abel? Could be anything), instead of snapping at him or yelling, Adam just starts crying. He doesn't even realise it at first, but he's just so goddamn tired that he can't bring himself to get angry, and the hurt comes out a different way.

Lucifer goes to comfort him, but Adam refuses his support, asking him if he's happy now, if he got what he wanted. Luci doesn't understand, because he never realised that his words were hurting Adam.

From there it can go any which way, they make up there, Adam seeks comfort elsewhere (maybe Angel?? Holydust friends <33), Charlie getting angry at her dad, anything could happen!! It's all up to you :)

Indigo (*sticking Adam in the blender (/affectionate)*)

An angsty Adam smoothie, delicious!

Adam burst into tears, this was the shit cherry on the the shitty cake. All he wanted was to go to bed but no, this asshole has to say something to him. About his kids no less, his one major sore spot. "Are you fucking happy now asshole?! You made me cry you got what you wanted."

Lucifer stood there, stunned that he had actually made Adam cry. He was just teasing like he always did. He thought his teasing came off as flirting, he loved getting a rise out of Adam he was so cute when he was mad. The way his face flushed, his golden eyes held the emotion, his nose crinkled in the cutest way.

He was adorable.

Now though, maybe Lucifer was coming off more mean then he meant to.

Angel placed a hand on Adams shoulder and rubbed circle's on the sinners back. Even he was shocked by what the devil said, low blow about the guys kids.

"DAD!" Charlie scolded. "Apologize, there was no need for that."

Lucifer looked at Adam, guilt pooled in his heart. Well fuck. "I was just teasing like always, you know I didn't mean anything by it."

Adam scoffed and sniffed. "Yeah, cause saying I'm a fucking failure as a parent is real funny asshole." Okay, maybe he didn't say exactly that but that's how Adam took it.

Lucifer winced, yeah that was a low blow even for him.

"Why would you even fucking say that?"

"I like arguing with you. It's how we work, how we communicate." How we flirt, he added mentally.

"I would never look at you and say you're a shitty dad, even when you left her alone for seven fucking years." Okay yeah, Lucifer crossed a line.

"You're right. I crossed a line and I'm sorry. What happened to your boys wasn't your fault, you did the best you could with what you had at the time." Lucifer said, he really felt bad. "How about I make it up to you? Tomorrow we can go and do anything you want. My treat."

Adam blinked away his tears. "Anything?"

"Anything." The way Adam smirked at him told him all he needed to know.

He was really going to pay for this one wasn't he?

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #ask

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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Roadside Assistance

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Sunshine/Grumpy Prompts

Protective Natty ❤️

“You're definitely the only person I would do this for.”

“Why do you always manage to persuade me with your charms?”

"You're definitely the only person I would do this for.," Natasha grumbles while making her way over to help you, you who'd been stranded on the side of this road for a little over an hour now., "Natasha, we both know that isn't true—you'd help Wanda or Clint out like this too.," the redhead shrugged indifferently at your slight truths. You watched her intently as she settled her tool box down beside your lemon of a car, then your eyes were quick to zone in on her deliciously toned arms as she was removing her leather jacket to place it over your shoulder for safe keeping.

As she smirked at your wandering gaze you were quick to look away to avoid her taunting. Your eyes returned to her as soon as she was sliding beneath your car, and you took the moment alone to shamelessly admire her physique. Her shirt had ridden up to expose her toned abdomen and the sight alone left you wondering if she'd ever give you more than flirty banter and proposed bonds of friendship.

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Natasha had always intrigued you, she was a picture perfect example of beauty, and though she could do much better as a famed Avenger she was nothing if not an amazing friend to you. Many times went by where you thought it might be more to her, like when she'd invite you to events as her plus one, but then she'd sneak off with another girl, and you'd wind up hailing a taxi home. She was nothing short of confusing, but it never seemed to curve your want for her. Your sinful thoughts were soon interrupted as she asked you a rhetorical question., "Why do you always manage to persuade me with your charms?"

You chuckled., "Didn't know me crying over the phone was charming Nat, but I'll remember that the next time I need you to help me.," she grunted in lieu of words, and for a few short minutes all that could be heard were her many grunts followed by curses and the sounds of her tinkering with car parts you knew nothing about, and you were just grateful your friend here seemed to know what she was doing.

"Everything alright down there?," you teased, but then your heart dropped when you heard her curse in her mother tongue, she slid out from under your car covered in black smudges while wearing a defeated smile., "Well, I have good news, and then I have bad news.," she relayed exactly what you expected to hear while extending her hand out to you for assistance. You jerked her up off the ground, and she was actually quite impressed with your strength., "Which do you want first detka?," she asked softly, her grease covered hands fell to your waist and you were about to protest for the sake of your shirt, but the touch just felt right.

"Natty, Just rip off the bandaid please.," you grimaced, and she offered you only the softest of smiles, the kind she'd only reserved for you. Soft lips pressed to your forehead for an added layer of comfort as she sadly confirmed your suspicions., "This car is junk Y/N/N, and based on what I can see the jerk who sold it to you off that lot last month had to have known it.," you sighed aggressively, your hot breaths fanning across the redheads skin causing her to shiver., "Would you care for the good news detka?"

Natasha's heart beamed when you leaned into her, laying your head against her chest and wrapping your arms around her waist as you nodded against her, urging her to speak., "Well, I have the kinda pull necessary to get you one of Tony's vehicles free of charge.," Natasha instantly shushed you before you could expectedly protest the generous offer., "On top of that offer I also would like to offer my own services.," you shifted so that you could peer up at her questioningly., "I'll be your personal chauffeur for the next week while Tony gets the car ready for you detka.," she says as if it was always the obvious answer.

"Natty, I can't ask you guys to to do any of that.," you confidently negated her offer, but the shake of her chest beneath your cheek as she chuckled told you she also didn't take you seriously., "You didn't ask, I offered because there's no way my precious girl will be back to taking the Subway through this shady city.," her arms were quick to slip around your back to hold you tightly against her, this need to protect you at all costs consuming her heart.

"Natty, I've lived here my whole life, I can handle the hustle and bustle of the city.," you said over a soft giggle, but all you received were her arms tightening around you., "Yeah, but I'm saying that won't be happening anymore. This city's only gotten more dangerous over time, and you've got a direct tie to me now. You're too important a person to me Y/N/N, far more important than I think you realize."

The vulnerability in her voice threw your mind for a loop, and as you pulled away to look into her eyes you could see they were glazed over., "Oh Natty, what's wrong?," her heart skipped when you immediately moved into comforting her, like it was just the most natural thing for you to do, and so she released a shaky breath in lieu of a response while she built up courage to be honest. Nonstop reminding herself of what Clint said to her as she left his farm last week. That she did deserve the love she knew you had to offer her, and in turn you deserved to know that she had always loved you just the same.

Softly she smiled at you, confusing you more as her lips softly kissed the palms of your hands that were currently cupping her warm cheeks., “Would you believe me if I said nothing?,” you went to reply, but she was too quick., “Because I am actually not sad at all Y/N, I’m thrilled to be able to take care of you. It’s all I want to do, now and for the rest of our life if you’d let me.,” you gasped at the confessional, words you’d all but begged for her to say were finally said, and it all felt like a fever dream, but you knew it was really happening as the cold wind breezed by., “You’re not shitting me right now, right?”

Natasha’s lips fell into a slight frown, but she knew better than to be offended. It truly was a fair question to ask her since she’s been running from your advances from the start., “Y/N, I would never lie to you, so what do you say,hm? Will you let me take you to dinner?,” she looked to you with hopeful eyes, and a bright smile etched her face when you nodded. You squealed when your body was lifted off the ground, Natasha having been overwhelmed by excitement found the urge to spin you around in celebration., “It’s already five, I made us reservations for six-thirty, so we have enough time to get us out of these dirty clothes.”

Natasha smirked when seeing realization flash across your face, she kissed your cheek just before dropping her helmet over your head., “Don’t overthink it detka, just hold on tight, and know that you’re forever safe with me.,” Though she couldn’t see it you smiled under the helmet, happy to know this was always her plan—to help you and make you hers. She guided you to her bike, helping you on, and once your arms laid comfortably over her abdomen she sped off on her motorbike with an unrelenting smile on her face as the crisp wind rushed through her beautiful red hair., “YA tebya lyublyu Y/N.,” she yelled out into the world, smiling when you squeezed her hip three times in what she understood to be your reciprocation., “I’ll protect you forever angel…”

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❤️ Kaitlyn ☺️

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fayes-fics · 2 years

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Congrats on 200 followers. May I make a request? I love Anthony Bridgerton modern AU. Maybe something with the prompts “friends don’t do shit like this” and “i love to hear you moan my name.”

Thank you, you’re the best!

Are we friends?

Friends + Masterpost

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Modern AU. Old friends become something more.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, oral sex (m to f), vaginal sex, swearing.

Authors Note: Hi Nonny! Thank you and thanks for this prompt. I've never written modern AU before and can I just say this was SO MUCH FUN!! Yet again I have written a fucking epic, rather than 500-word ficlet. This is a little late for posting as it is a 3K MONSTER. I need a strong word with myself. I hope you enjoy. <3

House parties. Sometimes they suck, and sometimes, well, they are a revelation.

You are never happier than when your oldest and best friend Daphne finds Simon. But attending their house-warming party is, well, intimidating. You’ve known the Bridgertons your whole life, your parents' farm backing onto a corner of their giant country estate, but it appears Simon is from another level of wealth even than her. The place they have bought together is frankly ridiculous—the penthouse of a fancy all-glass building overlooking the Thames. Everything is tasteful, chic, modern and eye-wateringly expensive. It makes your cute garden flat in Ealing look, well, pokey as fuck, to be honest. As you self-consciously wander around stealing delicious canapes, you feel out of place; your perfectly presentable high-street-store heels probably shouldn't even be allowed to walk on such pristine marble.

You round a corner to a quiet nook, into what appears to be a home office when you see him staring out the window across the lights of London at night. Daph’s oldest brother, head of the family, and CEO of Bridgerton Investments, Anthony. Yours has always been an antagonistic dynamic. He carries himself with the ease and arrogance of a rich man of the upper echelons of London society. So much of his demeanour and standing is almost an affront to your hardworking, make-your-own-way-in-the-world mentality. Fuck if he isn't handsome, though.

“Y/n,” he greets with a rich tone, “it's been too long. Still bringing the world to rights?”

He remembers you’re a journalist.

“Anthony,” you respond in kind, “still making the rich richer?”

He barks a laugh at your riposte and takes a swig of something expensive looking.

“Come now, have a drink with me; let’s both give the world a rest for the night,” he suggests, pouring you something from a side cabinet.

You shrug and move to take the glass he proffers, “I can do that, old friend.”

“Less of the old,” he chides, giving you a sideways glance as you pull up in front of the same view.

“I've known you my whole life Anthony,” you volley, “you can't lie to me about just how close to forty you are, not the way you do to all those Mayfair girls.”

“Ouch,” he feigns a chest injury, “don't forget, I remember when you were born, you can’t pretend to be twenty-five anymore either y/n.”

“It's rude to ask a lady her age; it's even ruder to remind her,” you shoot back, taking a deep draw of the liquor. Damn, this stuff is good.

It's like no time has passed since you last did this. This is always your dynamic - antagonistic friendly fire until he finds a younger, less challenging, prettier woman to take home. Not that you’ve ever thought it would go further, but he always seems so flirty.

He turns his whole body towards you, leaning a shoulder casually on the window. “No boyfriend?” his tone smug.

“Left him handcuffed to my bed,” you jest, draining your glass.

“Lucky fuck,” he breaks into a suggestive smile.

You give him a pointed look and waggle the empty glass at him. He raises an eyebrow, then takes and refills it. He crowds a little closer on his return, his fingers lingering on yours as he hands you the drink.

“Seriously though…”

“Too busy,” you shrug, deciding on honesty, “no one worthy.” You take another swig, chasing the louche feeling you get after a couple of drinks when the world doesn't seem so bad.

“That last part, I can believe,” his voice pitched a little lower.

It's your turn to throw him a sideways glance. “How many drinks have you had?” you ask warily.

He gusts a laugh that you feel over your cheekbone. “Enough to know what I'm doing, not enough for it to impact performance.”

This is something new—blatant sexual allusion.

You turn to face him, almost akin to a challenge. If he wants to try this, you're intrigued to see how just how far he’ll push it.

“Performance often a problem, Bridgerton?” you raise an eyebrow, invoking his last name and draining your second drink.

He takes both of your empty glasses and sets them aside.

“No complaints yet,” he crowds closer, his hand reaching to brush a lock of your hair behind your ear, “but maybe you can give me some honest good old-fashioned friendly feedback, hmmm?”

It's the last thing he says before his lips land on yours.

He tastes of whiskey and expensive cigars he likely smoked earlier on the balcony. He pulls you against his body, snaking one arm around to rest low on your back, the other curling around your head to direct the kiss. And what a fucking kiss. You can't deny he knows precisely what to do. His tongue is teasing but skilled, parrying and dancing with yours.

“Thoughts?” he murmurs against your lips, pulling back a little, his fingers edging lower onto your butt.

“Friends don’t do shit like this,” you respond opaquely, smiling against him.

“Are we friends?” he queries with a playful tone, moving to kiss down your neck.

“Hmm, good point, at best you are my friend's arrogant older brother,” you reply, running a hand up into his luscious thick hair and scratching your nails across his scalp.

He hums against your skin in response. “And you are the bratty know-it-all friend of my little sister - definitely not friends.” He concludes, biting lightly at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Well, with that decided, perhaps we should get on with things?” you challenge with your best seductive tone.

He smiles wolfishly and pulls back, taking both your hands in his and walking backwards out of the room, pulling you along with him.

“Where are we going?” you laugh.

“Where I should have taken you a long fucking time ago,” he gruffs, “to bed.”

“Anthony!” you admonish, shocked at his audacity.

“Oh, don't play coy with me now, y/n,” he scolds quietly, “we have been playing this game for almost ten years now, and finally, you take the bait I've been offering you all this time. I'm not letting you go now.”

The possessive, arrogant attitude oozes out of every fibre of his being; on any other person that would have earned a slap and maybe even a drink in the face. But on him. Well, it's disarmingly attractive.

“And where do you propose we do that? I'm not going to have sex in my best friend's bed!” you hiss.

He pulls a face at the idea of doing anything in his sister's room, then, after a pause, leans forward. “Who do you think owns the other penthouse in the building?” he buzzes near your ear.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you roll your eyes.

“Actually, I am,” he chuckles, squeezing your hands, “wouldn't want to live that close to Simon. It's a friend’s place; he lent me his keys while in Dubai this week. Figured I’d want to crash there after this party.”

“Is there anyone rich in London you don't know?” your voice incredulous, but a smile creeps over your features despite yourself.

He pretends to consider the question. “No one worthy of knowing,” he winks. Then his face takes on a more sober mien. “So, will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Come with me,” he whispers, pulling you into him and nudging his nose against your temple.

You realise he’s giving you an out. All the bluster of the early challenge was just that. He is serious, making a fond feeling bloom in your chest.

“Yes,” you murmur with a shy smile, giving his jaw a quick kiss.

“Good,” he says, spinning to stand by your side, keeping one hand in yours. “Let’s get out of here before they rope us into something truly horrendous like karaoke.”

“Karaoke, really?”

“Simon bought a machine,” he physically shudders as he recalls it, pulling you across the hallway towards the front door.

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You suspect it might be awkward once you are alone in the other apartment with Anthony, but he doesn't give you a chance to think about it.

Soon as the door is closed, he doesn't even flip on the light; he just crowds you against the back of the door and pulls you into a deep, sensual kiss. The kind that makes your bones liquefy, feeling like you could slide into a puddle on the floor. The fucker knows how to kiss; you’ll give him that.

As he kisses you senseless, a hand quests up under your dress. You are astonished when he full-on cups your pussy with force, almost lifting you against the door.

“Give a girl some warning,” you pant, breaking away from his lips. The heat and pressure of his hand making you flood your knickers even more.

“I've given you ten years of warning; I'm not about to go slow now,” he announces with a tone that brokers no argument.

Oh fuck. This could get dangerous, real fast.

His middle finger starts to stroke hard against you, dragging into your slit, pushing the material against your soaked skin.

“I can feel how wet you are through these,” he growls. “So don't pretend you need any more teasing. I could fuck you right here.”

“Take them off,” you surprise yourself with that breathless request.

“Gladly,” his hands slide to your hips, pulling the material down. His smile is deadly as he sinks to his knees, dragging his hands heavily over the contour of your legs. You step out of them, and he pushes your dress up above your waist and buries his nose right against your trimmed public hair.

“God, you smell good,” he moans, inhaling deep, his tongue snaking out and lapping a line into your slit, catching against your clit.

“Fuck, Anthony,” your moan loudly.

“I love to hear you moan my name,” he growls, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and diving deeper into you. “Do you know how many times I've thoughts about this?” he hisses against your heated flesh. “And still reality exceeds expectation.”

“You have thought about this?” you struggle to form a sentence as he works his tongue so hard you see stars.

“Ten fucking years y/n,” he answers, almost pained, looking up and holding your gaze fiercely. “And now I'm going to make sure you never want to fuck anyone else.”

The challenge, the possessiveness, the desperation in his voice - it's blisteringly hot.

“Please fuck me, Anthony,” you breathe.

“Only once you have cum into my mouth,” he answers, making you cry out as he buries a finger into your cunt. Then another, pushing hard.

“But I need you now, please, please”, you chant.

“Not yet,” is the last thing he says before he pushes his whole face into you and uses everything to make you cum faster than anyone has before in your life. His nose, his lips, his tongue, his fingers. The vibration he creates through his rich sounds. Nothing, and you mean nothing you have experienced before, comes close. He actually bites your clit between his teeth. It's just the right side of pain, and that is what pushes you over the edge. You know you are babbling and screaming, and god knows what. Usually, you would be embarrassed by the gush you feel, but he just heaps praise as you come hard onto his face, greedily lapping it up and asking for more.

“Now you are ready,” he preens as you stare down at him slack-jawed, panting, almost lightheaded.

He pulls you to the floor and finds the zip on your dress, peeling it off your body while you are still floating in some blissful state. Your bra soon follows, and you only start returning to the room as he hovers over your naked body, his lips dragging near your nipples. Him still fully clothed.

“Get undressed,” you grouse at him, pulling at the buttons low on his shirt.

He chuckles and sits up on his haunches between your legs, quickly unbuttoning the shirt and tossing it aside.

“These too,” you swat at his jeans as if they cause you personal offence. Pausing to admire his torso in the moonlight as you so do.

“Are you always so bossy after an orgasm?” he laughs.

“Give me another one some time, and maybe you’ll find out,” you retort, having no idea where that came from.

“Some time? Some time?” He repeats incredulously, pulling down his zipper, “how about right the fuck now?”

“That works,” you shrug, “let's see if you can,” then break into a grin.

“I can't believe you still want to spar with me, even naked” he shakes his head, but there's an affection in his voice. He is peeling down his jeans and underpants, lowering himself back onto you. You bring up your feet to push his jeans the rest of the way off and reach to grab his bare, shapely ass.

“Anthony Bridgerton, there is nothing sexier in the world than sparring with you,” you sigh, your mouth running away from you, those two drinks making your lips looser than usual. Too late now; it's out there.

He goes still above you. “Do you mean that?” his voice sounds a little winded.

“Always,” you reply, and even in the darkness of the unlit apartment, you see a few emotions flash over his handsome face.

Wanting to break the slight tension, you pull a face at him. “Now, are you going to fuck me on this very expensive-looking, very soft, by the way, rug? Or do I need to drag you to that outrageously overpriced couch?” He’s giggling now. “There’s probably a bed that costs more than my entire apartment somewhere if you prefer?” you joke, the buzz of his amusement cresting hard through your veins.

His laughter peals louder the longer you speak. “I can honestly say I have never laughed this much while about to have sex,” he almost snorts.

“You haven't been fucking the right people,” you retort, grinning.

“Clearly not,” his reply is droll. “Good thing I am now,” he adds, raising an eyebrow and giving you a surprisingly tender kiss.

You don't really want to think through all the connotations behind that statement.

“Shit,” he breaks away and drops his head suddenly onto your chest, “I forgot condoms. Fuck! Do you have any? If not, I can see if may….”

“Anthony,” you interject calmly, “are you clean?”

“Yes, of course,” he frowns.

“So am I, and I have an IUD. So y’know it's ok, really.”

“Really,” his eyes go wide.

“Really,” you repeat and touch his face.

“I've not done it like this in a long time,” he admits in a surprisingly quiet voice.

You smile up at him and reach between you, grabbing him for the first time. His breathing stutters, and he moans hard against your ear. You can't see much in the low light, but he feels wonderful. Girthy enough to be a proper handful, long enough to need two hands, most likely. Oh yes fucking please is all you can think. You guide him towards your body and let him take over.

He teases, ploughing against you, catching your clit with his tip. You inhale sharply at that. Then he leans down to hook his lips onto yours as he pushes lower and finds your entrance.

He pushes into your body at just the right pace - it's not a tease, it's not violent - it's just an insistent delicious stretch getting stronger and stronger as he advances. This is what the fuck it should always be like, you think to yourself, exhaling hard.

“Oh fuck y/n,” Anthony gulps when he reaches the hilt. “I'd forgotten what this feels like. You are so hot and tight, and fuck, I'm sorry, I'm not going to last long. It's just….”

“It's okay,” you reassure him; you are already halfway there again; it won't take much to pull you over the edge. Just feeling so viscerally invaded, the stretch pulling all the skin around your cunt, your clit pulled down taut towards his shaft. “Just fuck me, Anthony.”

He groans at that and starts to move, withdrawing from your body slowly and then pushing back in fast. You rasp with the feeling, him almost bodily moving you across the floor. Then he increases the pace and strength of his thrusts, resting his forehead on yours, staring into your eyes intensely. He is dragging along all the right spots, and you push up hard against him, loving the scratch of his chest hair against your nipples.

He growls and changes angle, hooking his arms around your shoulders. Now he is catching against that place deep inside that hurts so right. It makes your skin hum, and your body shake. You grab his bum and pull him into you harder, begging for more. He reacts with an almost predatory kiss, plundering your mouth. It's never been quite this intense before. It feels like he is everywhere all at once. You draw your legs up either side of his hips, widening your stance, opening yourself up more to him; to this. His public bone is hitting right onto your swollen clit. Yes, that is it. Fuck, if you don't want this to hurt a little, something to remind you of this fantastic night.

You don't have time to warn him before the pulsation starts deep inside, gripping him like a vice, and he roars your name. It's different to your first orgasm; it's wave after wave of body convulsions that you don't fight. You feel him stutter and curl against you as he pulses hard inside you.

He collapses on top of you, spent and breathing heavy. You both seem incapable of words. Just hands caressing and slowing heartbeats.

“Anthony,” you whisper after a few moments.

“Mmmm,” he barely raises his head from your shoulder, kissing the skin there.

“Do you want that ‘honest good old-fashioned friendly feedback’ now?” you parrot his words from earlier back to him.

“Do your worst,” he chortles against your neck.

“No complaints,” you sigh. “Absolutely no fucking complaints,” you state categorically, running your hands over his back.

“Good,” he smiles against your skin. “Cos, we are going to need to do this again.” He pulls up to look down at you. “Repeatedly.”

Tagging: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @kkpolakow

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iamthecomet · 9 months

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Hey Com! I always feel awkward asking these so if it feels awkward for you or it’s uncomfortable pls don’t write!🖤🖤

But just a thought about Mountain and Dew cause I don’t see enough of them. Especially Dew taking the reins. But Mountains desperate. REAL desperate. And Dew is being mean and isn’t touching him, say it’s revenge for the time Mountain made him get on his hands and knees like a dog… even though he didn’t mind, but what does he do? He only allows Mounty to a pillow. That’s it:)

This has been sitting in my inbox for *checks calendar* nearly SIX months. I'm sorry it took literally half a year to get to this delicious prompt. I hope it's worth the wait <3 <3.

Dew's room is sweltering. The fire cranked up high to chase off the mid-winter chill. Despite his nakedness, Mountain is sweating. It's beading at his temples, collecting in the hollow of his throat. He isn't sure if he's overheated from Dew's ridiculous temperature choices--or because Dew refuses to let him cum. Mountain lost track of time almost as soon as Dew pulled the curtains, blocking out the bitter draft coming in from the snow-covered grounds. But he knows he's been here a while, an hour or more. Laying, spread out, on Dew's bed as Dew kneels between his thighs and refuses to touch him in any meaningful way. Dew ghosts his fingers over Mountain's hip bones, up the inside of his thighs. He traces his ribs, his sternum, his jaw. He gets close, almost brushing against Mountain's aching cock, his pebbled nipples. He even goes so far as to dip his fingers into Mountain's crack, to run his fingers over Mountain's taint, but doesn't go far enough in any direction to give Mountain even a breath of relief. Mountain would almost rather Dew didn't touch him at all. He knew he'd end up like this--he always does. He isn't like Dew or Swiss who try to pretend they never get desperate, that they can take any treatment and remain steady. Mountain knows how he gets, readily admits it. Knows that a few minutes under the glide of Dew's hands is enough to send him reeling. And while he is known for having far more patience than Dew as a general rule, this is a special circumstance. Dew's body is loose, at ease. He watches his own fingers trail over Mountain's body like he could do it forever. He dips his fingers into the sweat pooling between Mountain's collarbones and smears it down the center of his chest. "Dew," Mountain whispers, fingers twitching at his sides where Dew commanded him to keep them. Dew looks up at his face, brow furrowing almost like he forgot Mountain was here at all. And Mountain knows it's all a facade, but his body reacts like he doesn't. Like Dew really had been so obsessed with the body in front of him he forgot there was a real person attached to it. Mountain's cock twitches against his belly. He wishes he had control of it. That he could pretend that this treatment doesn't make him harder with each passing second. "Hmm?" Dew hums absently. "Yeah? What?"

Mountain doesn't know how to ask for what he wants. He knows as soon as he lets the words loose Dew will deny him. Knows that interrupting has just added even more time to his torture. He does it anyway. Wants it without understanding why. Wants Dew to drag this out until Mountain can't think about anything except Dew and all the ways he could be touched. He shudders beneath the drag of Dew's calloused fingers. Dew flattens his palm over Mountain's belly. Warm, solid. Mountain thinks he wants to touch Dew more than he wants Dew to really touch him. He'd like to wrap his fingers around the ruddy cock between Dew's legs. He'd like to give himself over to Dew's pleasure. Wants to take one of Dew's nipple rings between his teeth and make Dew keen. "Wanna touch you," Mountain finally decides. Easier than asking to be touched--which he knows won't happen. Hopes that maybe Dew's own needs are starting to burn away at his resolve. Dew holds his gaze, copper eyes ringed with icy blue rove over his face. They narrow, darken. Dew pulls his hand away from Mountain's stomach. He leans back on his heels and wraps that hand around his own cock. He squeezes the head, milks a bead of precum up to the tip, and swipes it off with his fingers. Mountain sags in relief, predicting Dew's next movement, expecting those fingers to be pushed in between his lips any second. Instead, Dew sucks them into his own mouth with a lewd groan. Mountain's stomach twists.

Dew pulls his spit-slick fingers from his mouth and repeats the process again before starting to stroke himself. Smearing spit and pre with every slow stroke. Dew reaches up and tweaks at his nipple ring, rolling the hardened bud through his fingers like he can read Mountain's mind and Mountain can't do anything except groan. He tightens his fingers in Dew's sheets, his hips twitch up. Stomach and balls aching as he starts to spiral, to give in to the desperate need to be touched, to cum, for anything. "You haven't earned it," Dew says, watching the way Mountain twitches, the way the muscles in his stomach jump. How he fights to keep his hands where he promised he would as he humps the air mindlessly. Mountain doesn't know what he hasn't earned, touching Dew or being touched. Both, he assumes. "What can I do?" he bites out, breathless. Dew picks up speed, stroking himself in earnest, twisting his hand over the sticky head of his cock with each pass.

Dew laughs then, low and cruel. "Nothing. You can have the same thing you gave me." Mountain racks his addled brain then sags when he remembers. Dew had begged to be collared, leashed, to be led around the Abbey and treated like an afterthought. When Dew had begged for something--anything--Mountain had kicked a throw pillow in his direction and told him if he wanted to get off that bad he'd make it work. Dew had humped himself nearly raw against it before Mountain had deigned to give him any relief. Mountain's brain catches up to what's happening just as Dew is at his side, reaching down to shove a pillow between Mountain's legs. Mountain closes his thigh around it on instinct, holding it in place. He ruts up against it and sobs at the friction. It's nowhere near enough. It's almost as bad as the ghost of Dew's touch. Barely there, too soft, too pliable to really get him anywhere. He fucks up against it again and again anyway, chasing the bare remnants of pleasure. Desperate for any touch, knowing it's not enough but taking it anyway. "What do you say?" Dew prompts. Reaching out with uncharacteristic gentleness to brush a sweaty lock of auburn hair out of Mountain's eye. "Thank you," Mountain whines, high-pitched and desperate enough that he would be embarrassed if he had the brainpower left to care. "Now," Dew says slinging a leg over Mountain to straddle his ribs. Shifting up until the wet head of his cock almost brushes Mountain's lips. "I'm going to paint that pretty face, and you're going to take it. And after that--maybe I'll think about giving you something better to hump."

Mountain grinds up against the pillow again, precum soaking into the fabric with each desperate thrust. He opens his mouth and displays his tongue before Dew even asks for it. Obedient to a fault. Dew huffs out a groan as he does. "Good boy."

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geekyarmorel · 1 year

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Hi there hope u r having a good week would you be interested in doing resident evil eight ladies reactions to their s/o play fights tickles chasing them if they per minute if you’re not interested, I understand

I love this prompt BTW, let's get into it:

Alcina:

She found it amusing when you wanted to play fight with her. Of course she was so much stronger than you but she would humor you and pretend to be pinned underneath you.

Her favorite game to play hunt, the rules simple. You got a ten minute headstart and you could go anywhere except for the basement and off castle grounds.

If she caught you within the hour she would pin you beneath her before leaving little bites all over you to show off that you were her prey.

Often times she would take you back the bedroom to enjoy her treat as she called you.

On the occasion she would purposefully let you win, other times you would genuinely win. When you won you got to pick your prize.

Sometimes it was a surprise date and others it was straight to the bedroom.

If you got caught you might be able to get away if you were able to tickle her in just the right spot.

But heaven help you if she caught you after you tickled her, there was no escaping her tickle wrath.

Donna:

She enjoyed watching you play hide and seek with the dolls.

Angie thought it was great to add tag into the game.

So oftentimes she'd watch you sprint after Angie or another doll trying to tag them so you could go hide again.

Other times you would take her 'prisoner' and make her hide with you. Or use her as a bartering chip to get away from the dolls.

Of course this leaves you open to tickle attacks from Donna, as she loves to hear your giggle. Which leads you to getting caught faster as you couldn't keep quiet.

Sometimes you team up with the doll's for a surprise attack on Donna. Though it occasionally backfires and ends up with you and Donna facing off against Angie and the other dolls.

Bela:

She enjoys play hunting, letting you take off while she counted before taking off after you.

To make the game last longer she doesn't swarm as much and tries not to use her super hearing as well.

The rules are the same as Alcina's, though she does add that you can't hide in the vineyard. She doesn't want you out with the man-things.

If she catches you she cheers before playfully attacking you with kisses. Then she takes you to her room for some much needed rest and affection.

If you win you can't help the wide smile on your lips as you pull her to her room for snuggles and a delicious snack.

Cassandra:

You would try to creep up on her, going to jump on her in a surprise attack.

This never worked as she knew you were trying. Sometimes she would swarm away right before you landed on her so you'd miss.

Or she would turn around quickly to capture you in her arms instead.

She did a pretty good job on sneak attacking you, taking her prize in kisses and little nibbles all over your neck.

On the occasion you would let her hunt you, trying different tricks to throw her off your trail. She enjoyed it, taking her time tracking you like the successful hunter she was.

When she won she would pull you to bed where you wouldn't leave for a long time.

Daniela:

Like her mother and sisters she enjoyed the occasional hunting game with you. Though her favorite game was to play wrestle/tickle you.

She would find you laying somewhere and just jump on you, hands coming to tickle you so you'd fight back.

You would giggle and tickle her back, trying to pin her underneath you so you could get the winning kisses.

Occasionally you would start the fight, tackling her to the bed with a laugh.

Daniela loved just having your hands on her and hers on you. Any reason to have you close to her was her favorite.

There were a few times where Alcina had to separate you two, saying it was the time or place to fight.

Other times she would fondly roll her eyes at you both before going about her day. Glad to know her baby has such a good relationship.

Mother Miranda:

It wasn't often that you played fight with each other well at least physically.

Miranda enjoyed mental and verbal play fighting, giving each other impassioned speech over things that you found interesting or worth debate.

Though there was the fact that you would occasionally nudge her with your elbow or hip check her.

This caused her to 'accidently' bump you with one of her wings. Which leads to you swatting at each other with smiles on your faces.

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mrdarcyifhewere21stcentury · 1 year

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Honeybun🍯☕️

Note: this is pretty much my second attempt at writing fanfiction. I'm rather new to it! But I hope you enjoy!

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In the midst of a gorgeous summer day, birds sang their hearts out as the sun blasted through the trees, creating shadows everywhere it shone. It was your day off from work, so you decided to take advantage of it. At first, you were just planning to sit inside and read for a while. However, the sunny weather prompted you to go for a walk. With your bag and wallet in hand, you leave without a specific destination in mind... simply somewhere else.

You turn right after locking your door, knowing that part of town will be quieter. After strolling down the street for approximately ten minutes, the unmistakable aroma of freshly brewed coffee reached your nostrils. Maybe I could use some coffee, you thought to yourself. As you followed the delightful scent, you found yourself at Coffee Bloom, a quaint cafe. As it was very busy in the morning, you decided not to bother getting coffee from the local shop near your apartment. Coffee Bloom's coffee had always intrigued you, but you hadn't had the chance to try it.

Upon entering, you are captivated by the surroundings. The cafe has a gorgeous interior. The walls were decorated with Renaissance paintings and bookshelves with genres from floor to ceiling. There were also garlands wrapped around the railings. The menu, oh, the menu sounds amazing. "Could I have a...honey latte with some caramel syrup?" You asked, grabbing your wallet to pay for it.

Drinking your coffee happily, you leave the cafe and continue walking. A man in all black catches your eye, and you know who he is immediately. The hazy glow of summer makes him stand out like a sore thumb.

While waving happily towards your endless boyfriend, you call out, "Dream!". Despite a slight head tilt, he stood motionless as he watched you curiously. No matter how many times he meets with you, you are never without a cup of coffee or tea. A daily routine you follow subconsciously, which he finds endearing. You even drink coffee when you dream. Your first question, every time you see him, is whether he would like to try your coffee. He declines every time since he does not need liquids or food like mortals. It's different this time around.

As you held the cup out to him, you exclaimed, "Dream! I just got this incredible honey latte, and my god, it's incredible! You must try it!" No matter how many times he says no when you meet, you can't help but ask. As time went on, it became routine. Though you know what he will say, you like knowing you gave him the choice. You definitely could not ask for a better boyfriend than this endless one. It is not uncommon for him to hold your hand and bring you close to him, even if he is not a big fan of public affection. He enjoys hearing you talk about your day, particularly when something exciting happens and you are practically bouncing as you tell him about it.

A smile cannot help but spread across Dream's face. As he reaches for the cup you're holding and takes a sip of the beverage, he says, "Alright, I'll try this honey latte since you seem particularly eager for me to do so." Despite your desire to make a joke, you decide against it. "Hm..it's not..unpleasant." He replies, taking another sip...and then another. As he hands it back to you, he says, "It's quite delicious, though perhaps a touch too sweet for my liking."

Before you could even stop yourself, you said, "Not as sweet as you, honeybuns." Your cheeks flushed red the moment you said it. There's no doubt that it sounds better in your head than in practice. As for Dream, he finds the whole thing quite adorable and amusing.

As he placed one finger under your chin and forced you to look at him, he whispered, "Never change my love...never change." His lips met yours in a sweet kiss. His lips taste of honey and coffee, making you sigh when you kiss him. It's moments like this that make you feel truly at peace, wrapped in the arms of your boyfriend.

Upon breaking the kiss, you interlace your fingers with his as you inquire, "So...how did you know I was here?" Both of you continue to walk as the conversation continues. "Was it Matthew? I bet it was Matthew. You know he once nearly made me break a plate because he suddenly flew through my window and spoke, scared me half shitless." A smile spreads across your face as you recall the incident.

Dream chuckles, a sound you will never tire of hearing. "Although he is incapable of sitting quietly for more than a minute, he does have a talent for lurking." He says. "To answer your question, yes Matthew saw you walking around and I thought I would join you. It has been some time since I was able to do so, I'm afraid the Dreaming has had quite a few problems lately." He says. Noticing the worry in your features he quickly adds, "It has all been solved now, no need to worry my love. I know how attached you are to my realm, if anything were to happen to it you would very much be the first to know." He kisses your forehead. Your love for his realm makes his heart swell with adoration. You have spent countless nights watching him create new nightmares and dreams, listening intently and with endless fascination as he explains their purpose and why he hhe createdm. Seeing how much you care about him, the Dreaming, and the creations in this realm makes him happy.

"I love you, honeybuns." He quietly says, watching you giggle at the word he repeated from your previous conversation.

Downing the rest of your latte, you pull him closer to you. "I love you too, Dream." And with that, you lean in to kiss him once again.

#dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #the sandman #sandman netflix #tom sturridge #romance #morpheus

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grandlovescheme · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @luthien-under-bough, thank you! I love talking about fics and the process of how I write them, so this was fun to put together :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

459,900

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Now exclusively House of the Dragon, specifically Daemyra

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

High Hopes

Let's Ignite Under the Ember Skies

You're Ripped at Every Edge (But You're a Masterpiece)

If I Could, I'd Get You the Moon

The Dominoes Cascaded in a Line

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

Yes, I try to always respond, even if the comment is to an older fic. Sometimes I'm overwhelmed or don't even know what to say when someone's being way too kind to me lol, but I always want to let people know I see them and appreciate them so much.

The only time I don't... is when I see someone's binging my whole fic, so then I only respond to the last comment, once they're all caught up.

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

This is easy, as I only have one fic without a happy ending - All and Then Most of You, Some and Now None of You. I love daemyra too much to not give them HEA as much as possible

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

This is hard to pick... Because all of my fics, apart from that one, end teeth rootingly sweet 😂 Perhaps Dominoes. Or perhaps fighter!au, which you guys haven't read yet but it's very fucking happy!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes. Though it is much much better now that I disabled anon asks.

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

I do! What kind I write... Hmm, tbf I think I write pretty vanilla stuff, even if I do try to explore some kinks here and there when it fits the story and the characters. I guess my kind is focusing on the feelings most of the time, and the emotional connection.

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

I don't, or at least I haven't yet. We'll see if muse ever strikes this way!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, so hopefully not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few times in a different fandom

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

No, not yet, but I'm definitely open to the idea. I definitely wrote a bunch of stuff based on my fandom friends' crazy ideas and prompts with their help, so that's halfway there, I guess

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

No couple had ever taken over my life and thoughts the way Daemyra did, so, the answer is clear!

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

Soulmates AU? I was once so excited for it, wrote a bunch of notes and even the first two chapters, but now I'm kinda... not feeling it :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

I spent the longest on this question. I think it's the emotions I try to convey in my fics, good or bad.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Now this is much easier. Plot! Intrigue! If you guys haven't noticed yet lol, I write fics heavily focused on romance only, and the development of Daemyra's relationship, because I just can't pull off anything more than that.

I'll probably never write a fic where people will wonder what'll happen next, what that and this means, what this person's motivations are... Because I'm unfortunately not wired that way. But I learned to accept that, and I have fun writing my silly romances with no real plot <3

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

I've done it myself a few times and I like to see it in other fics, too. Especially in HV it's delicious to see in the canon-verse. Though I always struggle with how to write the translation - right next to it, in cursive, in brackets, in the final notes?? That's always a head scratcher

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Eh, probably Twilight? I don't remember writing anything before that, so must be it

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably still High Hopes, even after all this time 🤍

This was fun! I'm tagging some of my writer friends if they wanna join and haven't yet, @ar-feyniel, @eschercaine, @calenlily, @fiora-miriel and anyone else who wants to! :)

#my fic stuff #question game #my writing i guess

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soft-bellied-tannies · 6 months

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Chubtober Day 28!

Back to the prompts today with Changing from fatguarddog's list. We are also back with vampires today because why not. Enjoy!

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Jimin is a centuries-old, polished and dominant vampire who begins dating sweet, flustered, college grad Yoongi after meeting each other at Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jin's house party.

Yoongi still can't believe that Jimin picked him most of the time considering how wonderful his vampire boyfriend is, but he is willing to do whatever it takes to keep him.

Jimin starts having Yoongi eat all of his favorite foods and human food cravings because he wants to live vicariously through his boyfriend (even if it means a whole cake).

It has been centuries of Jimin watching people indulge in delicious foods and delectable tastes that he envies even though Yoongi tells him that most people would give anything to be Jimin.

This continues for three years, Jimin absolutely besotted with his loveable and now soft human. He can't resist tenderly rubbing Yoongi's belly as he eats yet another dessert the vampire has brought home telling his boyfriend he is happy seeing Yoongi eat well.

After Yoongi gains nearly 150 pounds, Jimin can’t resist one of his ultimate favorite meals so he eats a couple bites for himself, leaving Yoongi confused.

“I thought you couldn’t eat human food!”

“Oh, I can eat it, just not too much at one time. Gives me indigestion.”

“Then why did I have to eat everything you wanted?!”

“Because you’re so cute when you eat. And look at you, you’re so adorable and soft now. Plus, I hate indigestion, makes me cranky.”

And somehow, that admission doesn't stop Yoongi from giving into Jimin's centuries' practiced pout.

Yoongi sits at Jimin’s dining table while the vampire collects all the foods he loves along with modern food that Jimin has never tried, asking Yoongi to describe it in detail for him.

The vampire feeds him little bites, telling Yoongi that it helps him experience the food for himself even better.

If he ever needs a little extra push, Jimin tells Yoongi that he can feed for longer when his boyfriend is so well fed - a "healthier" blood supply.

Jimin would turn Yoongi eventually so they could stay together, unable to watch his partner age and move on.

Yoongi ends up being a fat, pampered vampire while Jimin searches high and low for someone who can help him charm food for his baby to still eat well.

With immortality and his heightened genetics, Yoongi finds that the heavy weight of his body and the lingering aches and pains have been lifted from his muscles and joints which makes him even happier to have eaten all of Jimin's food desires over the years.

However, Yoongi is always attached to Jimin as a newborn vampire, latched onto Jimin’s shoulder to constantly keep himself filled up due to his much larger frame.

Jimin is exhausted but endeared by his baby vampire, getting squashed by Yoongi always wanting to be on his lap. He may have to physically unlatch Yoongi's teeth sometimes, but Jimin will gladly keep his partner on his lap for as long as he can.

As he adjusts, Yoongi starts taking Jimin’s wrist while they are resting for a snack because he simply feels more settled with a full belly and the taste of Jimin on his lips.

Whenever Jimin tries to deny him, Yoongi gets bratty about it and says “You made me like this” which Jimin cannot deny.

The vampire certainly was responsible for his now vampire mate being twice the size he was when they met.

Over the course of their years together, Yoongi isn't the only one who experiences an increase in size and appetite.

Jimin’s long-time platonic vampire partner, Taehyung, gets jealous after seeing how sweet Yoongi and Jimin’s relationship is and wants someone to spoil for himself.

At Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jin's next party, Taehyung finds a recent college grad, Jungkook, and creates the same arrangement.

Jungkook can seriously eat well - even more than Yoongi.

Taehyung takes him on a world food tour because Jungkook is a complete foodie who wants to try everything. They invite Jimin and Yoongi along on multiple food-based European vacations.

While he loves watching the little belly and cute cheeks grow on his partner, Taehyung does not expect to start gaining himself from Jungkook’s blood.

He starts getting soft around the middle and asks Jimin if he has experienced anything like that. Jimin is confused and says no - telling Taehyung that they know vampires' sizes rarely change after the transition.

Taehyung shows Jimin that he has honestly gotten a bit chubby, a soft tummy growing on his frame that is incredibly noticeable considering they have known each other for hundreds of years.

Jimin goes to Namjoon to ask if he has any idea how that could happen and they figure out that Jungkook's blood is super fattening.

It's been documented in a few rare cases throughout history and through Namjoon's tests, he finds that Jungkook lines up perfectly with all the signs.

Jimin finds it hilariously endearing, always taking his chubby trio around on trips and enjoying their various sizes - clearly enjoying Yoongi's body the most.

Taehyung ends up gaining 50 pounds before he turns Jungkook as their relationship has thrived just as much as Jimin and Yoongi's.

The vampire always puts on an act, being "annoyed" about his gain even though he actually loves it.

To Taehyung, his and Jungkook's shared weight gain is simply a sign of how much they've enjoyed their time with each other.

The only frustration Taehyung has is losing centuries' worth of clothes that he has outgrown.

Many of his closet try-ons entail Jimin curled up on his bed laughing with tears in his eyes as Taehyung tries to squeeze himself into an 18th-century ensemble.

“Jimin, quit laughing! This is from Marie Antoinette. I have to find a fucking tailor.”

Jungkook wears all athleisure clothing and finally convinces Taehyung to try sweatpants who is blown away by how comfortable they are.

“No wonder these generations keep getting fatter."

"Damn, babe, tell us how you really feel."

"You expect me to wear those out of the house?”

“Well, you certainly aren’t buttoning those pants so…”

“I'm going to ignore that comment. I suppose they are comfortable. I should get Jimin a pair of these.”

“One, Jimin wears running shorts and leggings all the time. You are the one behind. Two, Jimin fits in his pants just fine so he won’t need them.”

“Alright, you brat.”

They may tease each other endlessly, but Taehyung and Jungkook love their little arrangement just as much as Jimin and Yoongi.

The two couples move through life together, enjoying each other's company and loving the fact that they've found platonic and romantic soulmates between the four of them.

The only thing they miss, especially Yoongi and Jungkook, is indulging in their favorite foods. There weeks' long trips across the world still happen, but there is a longing for the food they once enjoyed.

The day Jimin finally finds the person who helps him prepare human food in a way that vampires can actually digest changes everything.

All four of them find out many things.

Jimin is a fantastic cook, vampires need much more food to feel full, and the most surprising, vampires can gain weight from human food if they eat enough.

#soft bellied tannies #chubby bts #bts weight gain #chubby yoongi #chubby jungkook #chubby taehyung #supportive jimin #implied feeder jimin #sbt chubtober

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kendsleyauthor · 7 months

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oki doki, after a bunch of breaks but still an obsessed spree, I'm done binging the Shot in the Dark Masterpost!!!!

Ofc I have a million things to say but let me just tell you I was so hooked and mad abt the fact that there were so many prompts and stories that I never stumbled upon cos they were buried under all your other posts, and MAN, I am severely addicted. To Cliff especially he's the loml I would literally die for him.

Crazy in Love had a GRIP on me. The romance was amazing, the angst, AND UGH JON LOSING HIMSELF MADE ME LOSE MYSELF LIKE UGH READING THAT CAUSED ME SO MUCH PAIN AND TENSION AND I WAS LIKE YES SYLVIA YOU GOTTA TELL CLIFF and I was genuinely so scared for her at the same time, like once again, y'all do emotion, so, damn, well.

Lost and Found was also really really good and it gave me much better context about the world and backstory considering I haven't read the books yet, but if I had to introduce a friend to the universe it would probably be through this. It really highlighted the platonic relationship with Cliff and Sylv and the angst at the end is still fresh in my mind even though I read it like two weeks ago and a million other stuff?? And duh, Jon and Sylv being literally the most delicious romance I've ever read. MAN. THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER SO MUCH THAT IT HURTTTTSSSS WHYYYY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME AJHBSJHBJVBHDV

Out of the prompts I think the ones that really stuck with me are probably any of the ones that had to do with the siren fairy- like man. Any time Sylv has to against one or BOTH of her boys just kills me. I cannot. I am addicted LOL

also Cliff constantly rejecting Sylvia when she wants to heal him is so like. I love how it's clearly something that happens a LOT and it just connects them better. Like. Cmon buddy. Ik. But let her heal you like come onnnnnn. but then at the same time im like SYLV IT'S FINE JUST LEAVE HIM BE. BUt no. SHe can't. and i'm so happy that she doesn't.

Pocket Nap! IS ALSO AN ADDICTION, I AM ADDICTED TO IT THE WAY I'M ADDICTED TO TEDDY BEAR WITH XANDER AND GRAYSON. Something about sleepy prompts just gets me, you know?

overall that was amazing and I love them more then I ever have before and yeah!! Ik i haven't rlly been active but TRUST me I still come to you and Mary's pages almost every single day and yes!!!!!! so so sorry this ask got way longer then I thought it would !!! love ya!!!

AWWWW omg this made me night!! I am so happy I put together that masterlist of Shot stories, since it made it easier for you to look through them all!

Sylv's relationship with the boys fuels my happiness so much! Jon and Sylv are SUCH a comfort couple, and the sibling vibes between Cliff and Sylv make my heart GLOW ✨ Her demand for pocket naps is so valid. And the healing argument literally kicks off in the rewrite of the first book--just finished editing a bit of that 😭

Gosh I would love to revisit the siren fairy idea at some point. I'm a sucker for making tinies terrified of giants they trust wholeheartedly LOL. Sylv having to use magic against Jon and Cliff is so heart-wrenching and I need moreee 😩

Thank you so much for this sweet feedback!!

@marydublinauthor 🌸

#kendsley asks #shot in the dark

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starliight-whump · 10 months

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Cold hands, sharp teeth - 6

Last entry to @juneofdoom

Prompt: Starvation

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CW: starvation, psychological whump, mind games, captivity, restraints, muzzle, referenced burns.

Hunger. It tore at his stomach and burned on his throat. A craving so intense that James thought he was going to go crazy; he'd never felt anything like it. It had steadily gotten worse in the past few fays and now it was almost all James could think about, well, that and the burning around his wrists from the silver cuffs. He'd give almost anything for something to eat, for some blood. Even a little bit would do, just to get rid of that awful craving.

The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the room, but it was only when the door opened that James snapped back to reality and looked at Harrison, who had a mug in his hand. A warm, enticing smell immediately hit him. So delicious, and he wanted it. Without even thinking James moved closer but was quickly stopped by the chain that was connected to the thick cuffs around his wrists. The metal dug into the burned, sensitive skin but this time he barely felt it; all he could focus on was the blood filled cup in Harrison's hand and how much he craved it.

Harrison's laugh sort of snapped James out of the haze caused by the cravings, and he looked up at the vampire's face.

"Are you hungry?" Harrison smirked, holding out the cup, just out of reach.

James tugged at the chains in a desperate yet futile attempt to get closer and nodded. Yes, please, I'm so- he thought but was cut off by Harrison.

"Use your words, James. If you want some of this blood, all you have to do is say so."

James started up at him with tears of desperation filling his eyes. It would've been a reasonable request, if not for the fact that he was still wearing that damn muzzle and there was no way he could talk with it on. He whined and desperately tried to convey with just his eyes how much he wanted this. Please, you know I can't talk with the muzzle on. I'm so hungry, please, I'll do anything!

"No?" Harrison raised his eyebrows, the perfect image of surprise and concern. "You sure? Can't say when I'll be able to get your some more."

James let out a muffled plea again and shook his head. No! Why can't Harrison have some mercy for once instead of playing all these cruel games? I swear this hunger is gonna make me go crazy!

Harrison just ignored him, as if he hadn't made any noise. "Well then, since you don't want it, I'll just drink it. No point in wasting good blood," Malice glinted in his eyes and a smirk grew on his lips as he raised the cup.

No! James cried out in protest and tugged at the restraints in a desperate attempt to get. Nonono, please! But all he could do was watch as Harrison emptied the cup, and he couldn't stop tears from rolling down his face. Was Harrison ever going to feed him? Or would he just be starved until he actually lost his mind?

"Remember, this was your choice." Harrison smirked as he set the cup down on the floor and James couldn't help but to stare at it. Even though it was empty, there was still a thin coating of blood in it and James could very much smell it. His gaze lingered on the mug while Harrison laughed and walked out of the room, closing the door with a loud thud. Fuck, the hunger had been bad before, but now that the alluring scent of blood filled the room, invading his senses, it was so much worse.

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Taglist: @mirasmirages @emcscared-whumps @painful-pooch

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hchollym · 2 years

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Percy and Marcus get changed in a rush and swap clothes, a lot of questions are asked when Percy shows up wearing Marcus’s quidditch sweater and Marcus shows up wearing Percy’s weasley sweater

Thank you so much for the prompt! 😊

I love it, but I'm not sure that I did it justice, so if anyone else wants to write another version of it, then I'd love to read it! 😍

Warnings: Mild Language & Some Sexual References/Discussion. I'll cross-post this to AO3 later.

Better Late Than Never

Percy Weasley has never been late to class in his life, and he certainly isn’t going to let it happen now that he’s the Head Boy.

He blames Marcus – his bloody gorgeous, distracting boyfriend makes him lose all sense of time and logic (thank Merlin the twins don't know about him; they'd never let Percy live it down), which is why Percy is frantically trying to get ready, throwing on a shirt and collecting his materials to dart out the door.

For once, Marcus is just as rushed as him since he has quidditch practice (none of the Slytherin Quidditch Team is taking NEWT-level Transfiguration at this hour like Percy). Normally, Marcus just takes his sweet time, uncaring if he's tardy to anything (sometimes even doing it on purpose), and a small part of Percy is feeling rather proud that he is able to make his boyfriend lose track of time when it matters too.

That thought doesn't last long as he heads to the door, pulled back briefly by Marcus for a quick goodbye kiss, before walking briskly to class – running in the halls is against the rules, after all. He just barely makes it in time, and Professor McGonagall gives him a strange look but doesn't say anything.

He spends the rest of class focusing diligently on the work, ignoring the way his classmates are glancing at him and whispering – they’re probably just jealous by how high his grades are in the course, but perhaps they’d be able to achieve the same marks if they devoted a little more time to studying and a little less time to gossiping.

It isn’t until he gets to the Great Hall for lunch that he finally realizes something is amiss. Everyone sitting around him keeps looking at him oddly, and he frowns. Do I have ink on my face again? He rubs it to check, but his hand comes back clean.

"What in the bloody hell-"

"-are you wearing?" Fred and George ask in turn when they show up.

Percy glances down, freezing when he realizes he's wearing a Slytherin Quidditch Team sweater. His eyes widen in panic, and he can’t help but glance over to the Slytherin table just in time to see Marcus sit down, wearing a maroon sweater with a gold 'P' on the chest.

Percy's fairly certain he stops breathing - though in the back of his mind, he can't help but notice how good Marcus looks in his sweater; it stretches over his chest, tight around his muscles, making them look bloody delicious, and he would be drooling if he weren't busy panicking.

How had he not noticed that they were wearing the wrong sweaters? Marcus' sweater was so much bigger and baggier (and comfortable and good-smelling and –), and how had he been so oblivious?! Everyone follows his gaze, and he knows they put it together a second later when there are a few gasps.

"Flint!" Fred and George scream at once.

Marcus looks at him then, smirking smugly, and oh, that little shit is enjoying this. He has no problem with their relationship being public knowledge (in fact, he'd been trying to get Percy to admit it, because he said he wanted to "make sure everyone knows you're mine").

He can feel his face heat up like it's on fire as he looks down at his plate. Fred and George are losing it next to him, ranting and raving about the shock and treason, and Oliver is bloody laughing at him – the traitor – but thankfully that does help, because then the twins transfer their ire to their Quidditch Captain for clearly knowing about this and not telling them. As Oliver holds his hands up in surrender to two furious Weasleys, Percy just hopes that this revelation blows over soon (doubtful).

Over the next few days, he's actually shocked by how few people bother them about it. People whisper all the time, and the Slytherins tease Marcus (but nothing too harsh because they probably know he would murder them without hesitation), and Oliver makes sure most of the Gryffindors leave him alone (and Percy is really grateful for that because he knows that Oliver is not Marcus' biggest fan and has never been happy about their relationship, but he’s doing this for Percy anyway).

The only ones who give him hell are the twins (even Oliver's not brave enough to intervene with them), and they alternate between berating him for his awful taste in men (“Why can’t you date Diggory or Rogers instead!?”) and teasing him (“You are the cliché of the good girl liking the bad boy, Perce").

It could be worse though. Nobody told his parents – he's assuming, because they haven’t written him – but Bill writes him a letter stating how worried he is for Percy because he doesn't want some Slytherin manipulating him, and he expresses doubt that Percy ever learned about gay sex during “The Talk”, so he hopes Percy knows that he is supposed to use condoms for anal sex too. Percy wants to burn the letter and throttle him, but then Bill finishes the note by saying that if Marcus ever hurts Percy, then he'll make sure he gets permanently lost in a pyramid, and well, that’s actually rather sweet.

Charlie sends him a nice, supportive letter saying congratulations on getting a boyfriend and wanting to know all about their relationship, and Percy decides that Charlie is now his favorite brother.

That only lasts approximately 2 minutes though, because then Marcus gets a howler, and Charlie's voice rings out across the Great Hall, going off on Marcus for taking advantage of Percy who is "innocent" and “pure” and how Marcus better keep his slimy paws off Charlie's baby brother. Percy is mortified as everyone starts laughing, and now Charlie has officially been moved down to Percy’s least favorite sibling.

But Marcus just grins and winks at him, and he’s wearing Percy’s sweater again, and Percy’s stomach flips. He thinks he may have developed a thing for Marcus wearing his clothes, because they look damn good on him, and he likes that everyone knows that Marcus is his (and okay, now he gets what Marcus meant about the public claim).

So, he decides to wear Marcus' sweater again the next day, and he’s rewarded by Marcus’ pupils dilating in raw desire. As Percy stands up to leave the Great Hall, Marcus jumps up and follows him, and Percy decides that he won’t mind being late to class, just this once.

#anon ask #ask me #writing prompts #my writing #percy x marcus #percy weasley #percy weasley x marcus flint #hp #clothes swapping

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lulamadison · 1 year

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141. “Tell me what you want.”

Thank you so much for the prompt! Here is a little Lawrusso fill for it :-)

Daniel had never expected living with Johnny to be a life of quiet domesticity. Yet, it almost came as a surprise when he found that they still had to do all the everyday mundane things that people did, like trips to the grocery store.

But with Johnny things were never mundane. They were a constant negotiation, like bargaining with a toddler who wouldn't eat anything other than fish sticks. Except Johnny wouldn't even eat fish sticks...

“There we go,” Daniel said, a beaming smile on his face as he placed the plate on the table in front of Johnny. “Lobster Risotto with no green stuff.”

Johnny eyed the plate, then said, “I'm not eating that, man. I not touching anything that lives in the ocean.”

“What?” Daniel asked, looking down at the delicious plate of food that he'd lovingly prepared.

“Lobsters are like the Scabies of the sea, and they eat shit,” he said. “C'mon, LaRusso, I thought you were smart. Everyone knows that.”

“They don't eat shit,” Daniel said.

“Lobsters roam around in the ocean, which is where all the whales and fish are,” Johnny said seriously. “They can't get out of the water, so they literally live in their own toilet, and there are a lot of fish in the sea.”

“You really believe that?” Daniel asked.

“Have you ever seen a Shark in a bathroom?” Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow.

Daniel sat down at the table, his head in his hands. There was no arguing with that.

“Do I really have to go?” Johnny asked, his voice almost whiny.

Daniel was used to it now and he knew the rules of this game.

Johnny got a kick out of being annoying. There was an almost childlike glee in him every time he got a rise out of Daniel, so Daniel would play along and pretend to be annoyed, even though he secretly found Johnny's antics amusing.

“Yeah, well, if you're good I'll take you to In-N-Out burger after we finish shopping,” Daniel said with a grin.

“Mehhh...” Johnny said, trying to act indifferent, even though Daniel knew he loved their little trip out after the store. “Maybe I'd prefer a beer.”

“Well, it's a good job I already have a six pack of Banquet sitting in the trunk of my car just waiting for when we get back,” Daniel said.

“You do?” Johnny asked, perking up like a dog hearing a bag of chips being opened.

Daniel loved walking round Whole Foods with Johnny, and how even though they'd been coming every Saturday morning for the last three months Johnny still couldn't pronounce Quinoa.

“Quinn... Quinn.. oh-A,” Johnny would say every single week, and every week Daniel would correct him.

Shopping with Johnny was like shopping with a child who was high on sugar. He touched everything, running his hands over fresh fruit and vegetables, seemingly relishing the texture of Avocado skin, even though he'd never eat one.

“Groats,” Johnny said, as he picked up a packet. “That's a funny word. What is it? We should get some.”

“It's just porridge, but healthier,” Daniel replied.

“Shit no,” Johnny said, dropping the bag back on the shelf. “Like eating paste.”

“Look with your eyes, not with your hands,” Daniel said, as Johnny picked up a box of Millet.

“Yeah, but what is it?” he asked, as he shook the box. “Looks like bird seed.”

“It's not bird seed,” Daniel snapped, plucking the box out of his hands. “It's a cooking ingredient. You make... You make... Actually I don't know what the hell you make with that. Maybe it is bird seed and someone put it back in the wrong aisle.”

“Holy shit, LaRusso,” Johnny said, as he wandered into the Bakery section, practically drooling. “Look at the size of these cinnamon buns.”

“You want some?” Daniel asked holding them up, keeping his thumb over the vegan symbol on the packaging.

“Hell yeah,” Johnny replied, nodding.

“Alright then,” Daniel said, as he lowered them into the trolley. “You know, I read an article this week about Spelt bread, and I'd really like to try some. I wonder if they have any.”

“B-r-e-a-d,” Johnny supplied, usefully. “That's how it's spelled.”

“Ha,” Daniel replied sarcastically. “I'm surprised you actually got that right.”

“Hey, knock it off, asshole,” Johnny said, pushing him playfully in the shoulder. “You're ruining shopping day for me.”

Daniel let out a huff of laughter, then said, “Oh, Asparagus! We need that.”

As Daniel picked out a nice a bunch, he heard a sound behind him, like someone being sick.

“Blergghhhhh,” Johnny said, as he mimed sticking his finger down his throat.

“When we're in the meat section remind me to get some really good steaks to go with it,” Daniel said with a smile.

“You're doing steaks?” Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Daniel replied, as he picked up a pack of rainbow carrots, knowing Johnny would eat them, simply because of the mismatching colours.

“OK, cool,” Johnny replied.

“And we need these,” Daniel said, as he picked up a pack of multicoloured baby tomatoes.

It really was like feeding a toddler where Johnny was concerned. He wouldn't eat “green stuff” but he would eat vegetables if they were brightly coloured, or disguised. He could make an all meat pasta sauce, but grate carrots into it, and Johnny would wolf it down without complaint.

“Cottage Cheese,” Daniel said, reaching for a tub.

“Hey, you know what this reminds me of?” Johnny asked, as he reached out and touched all the packs.

“What?” Daniel asked, as he placed the tub in the cart.

“That episode of Dr. Pimple Popper we saw the other day,” Johnny replied.

“Andddd no Cottage Cheese,” Daniel said, putting it back on the shelf.

They moved round the store, and Daniel picked up some herbs. “We need some Dill.”

Johnny chuckled behind him, then quietly said, “You said Dill.”

“And we need Virgin Olive Oil,” Daniel said, as he picked up a bottle.

“Hehehehe,” Johnny sniggered. “Virgin.”

“Pork,” Daniel said. “Maybe we should have pork chops tonight when Sam and Anthony come over.”

“Pork,” Johnny repeated, letting out a soft laugh. “Yeah, we should pork before your kids come over.”

“Oh and we definitely need some Sweet Italian Sausage,” Daniel said, turning to grin at Johnny.

“OK, that's enough,” Johnny said. “We should go home now.”

They stopped off at the In-N-Out Burger on Ventura and both wolfed down animal style burgers, wiping the sauce off their chins with serviettes as they ate. It was their tradition now. Grocery shopping followed by food, then go home and fool around before heading to the Dojo for class.

After they unpacked the car, Daniel put all the groceries away, humming as he gave the counter a wipe over with a cloth.

“Hey,” Johnny said, crowding into Daniel's space, planting his hands either side of Daniel on the counter top, and jamming his nose into the back of his neck.

“Hey to you too,” Daniel said, as he turned around, trapped in the warm, tight space of Johnny's arms.

“We've only got an hour before class,” Johnny said, as he leaned forward and planted a kiss behind Daniel's ear.

“Yeah, it's not a lot of time,” Daniel said, then he let out a groan as Johnny dragged his tongue across his collarbone.

“We better get to it fast,” Johnny said.

Daniel reached up, wrapping his arms around Johnny's neck, and whispered, “Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want,” Johnny said back, his voice husky.

“I do?” Daniel asked.

“Yeah,” Johnny said with a grin. “Where's that six pack of Banquet you promised me, huh?”

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

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dalmascan-requiem · 7 months

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Moments: Fish

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Laurent tries to cook dinner. Later, this event would only be known as 'the Incident'.

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Read on AO3 or keep reading after the jump

content warnings: none

Part of FFxivWrite 2023

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FFxivWrite 2023's Day 18 prompt is 'A Fish Out of Water'. When I saw it, I thought "wouldn't it be funny if Laurent tries to cook a fish?" and everything just kind of went from there. He's definitely a fish out of water when it comes to cooking.

This fic's also heavily inspired by this Tales of Arise skit I saw yesterday, lol.

Laurent stares down at the fish with a frown. What kind of fish did Gemna say this was? A salmon? The Bangaa was very insistent on giving Laurent this fish to cook, though he didn't quite understand why. He thought back on the conversation…

"Here, Laurent, take this salmon. Fresh fish isn't exactly easy to get around here!"

"What for? Do you want me to give it to Gale to cook? I'm sure he'll be back soon--"

"No, you dolt. It's for you to cook."

"...Wh--"

"Stop asking questions. Gale's been working hard, I'm sure he'd appreciate coming back to a lovely home-cooked meal from his friend, as he does for you so often. Maybe he'll appreciate it in more ways than one…"

"Gemna, what do you mean by that--"

"Just go! Go and cook the damned thing. Goodness."

"But how do I cook it?" Laurent mutters to himself. It's not like he didn't know how to cook at all, he cooked for himself plenty of times as a Wood Warder. But Laurent knew how much Gale enjoyed cooking, and it was always delicious, so he never wanted to take it from him.

Gemna is right, though. Eir has been working hard, recently… making a meal for him will be a nice gesture.

Laurent looks around the kitchen in the apartment, taking stock of what they had. After a moment, his eyes fall on a large pot. Ah, that's it. I can make fish soup! You just throw everything into a pot of water and boil it for a while. I'm sure he'll love it…

After hastily chopping up some vegetables and putting them into a boiling pot of water, he turns his attention back to the fish. I'm used to grilling these over an open fire… but I'm sure the water will cook it. Just need to… Laurent grabs the cleaver and brings it down on the fish's head, separating it from the body.

"Oh!" Laurent surprised himself with how easily it was to chop off the head, and he inspected the cleaver again. "Eir keeps these much sharper than I expected…" Good to know if I need to use it to defend myself.

He returns his attention to the salmon. Eir told me one time that putting the bones in helps flavor the soup. So I shouldn't need to do anything else with the fish, right? The more bones the more flavor. Laurent thinks about it a moment more, then picks up the salmon and puts the whole fish into the pot.

"What else?" The Viera looks around the kitchen again, picking up various herbs. "I'm pretty sure he always uses this… and that…"

He puts them into the pot, then places the lid. There, now to just let it cook until Eir gets home.

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Gale sighs as he walks up the stairs to the apartment. I am exhausted… I think I'll get something to eat at the bar tonight. I haven't gotten a chance to get more ingredients.

When he gets to the top of the stairs, however, he stops. Something was wrong. Gale wasn't sure what, but the sudden feeling of dread put him on edge. Is there someone in the apartment? I need to be careful…

Gale takes a second to listen at the door, but doesn't hear anything particularly out of the ordinary. With another sigh, he slowly opens the door. "I'm home--"

It was then that he was hit with an incredibly strong fishy smell. Seven hells, what IS that?! The odor was so strong he wasn't sure the apartment would ever smell normal again. The air also had a slight haze to it, as if something burned and it began to air out.

Gale looks around, and after a moment he spots a pot on the stove, bubbling ominously. Oh Gods, it can't be…

"Eir, you're home!" Laurent walks over to Gale and pulls on his arm. "I made dinner. Sit down, I'll serve you."

Oh no… Gale has tasted Laurent's "cooking" before. He had managed to convince Laurent to simply not cook--and it helped that Gale enjoyed making and experimenting with meals. As the strange fishy got stronger as he ventured further into the apartment, Gale wondered what compelled him to cook today.

But he seems so excited… I can't just tell him his food is inedible. Who knows, maybe he learned how to cook since last time… "What did you make, Reyna?"

"Gemna gave me a salmon, so I made fish soup." Laurent walks over to the bubbling pot, and curses under his breath as oddly colored liquid bubbles over when he removes the lid.

This… will be a long evening…

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Gemna is polishing a glass when she suddenly hears a loud noise in the back. "Whoever is back there, you used the wrong door."

Her remark is met with silence, and she sighs and grabs a knife. "I swear if this is a burglar…"

When Gemna opens the back door, however, she only finds Gale, who smiles at her. "Hey, Gemna. How's your evening going?"

Gemna gales at the Viera. Something was wrong--Gale was acting weird and looked a bit pale, but was talking as though nothing was abnormal.

"Laurent made dinner. There were a lot of leftovers, so I recommended we share with you!"

Gale smirks at Gemna, then unceremoniously plops a bowl onto the table and slides it towards her.

Gemna frowns as she looks down at the food. The stew looked more like sludge, the pale gray color of the broth looking entirely unappetizing. Random vegetables and pieces of (assumedly) fish sat suspended in the broth, and Gemna could catch glimpses of fish scales reflecting off the light. She couldn't tell if the fish was raw or burnt--probably both.

In short, it looked like an affront to what anyone considered food.

"It's fish soup," Gale explains plainly. "Careful about the bones."

"...The bones?"

Laurent walks in then with a smile. "Yes, the bones add flavor to the broth. Gale said that once!"

"I certainly did…" Gale mirrors the smile, but it appears to be far less genuine. "And I couldn't have all of this… food to myself, you have to try it as well, Gemna. There is certainly some flavor."

Gemna looks down at the soup. Maybe it'll be better than it looks…

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"Why didn't you tell me I couldn't cook?!"

Laurent frowns at Gale, who is laying his head on a table. He groggily raises it to try and meet the Viera's eyes. "I didn't want to… hurt your feelings… So I cooked instead. You were just so excited…"

"You could have told me the truth!"

"Well, now you know…" Gale places his forehead on the table again. "We can't go back to the apartment for a week, it needs to be aired out. And Gemna and I… are not feeling well. I appreciate the sentiment, Laurent, but please… never cook again."

"Maybe if I try--"

"No. Don't. Please. We're all bad at something, yours just happens to be… cooking… and anything related to it." Gale waves one of his hands without lifting his head. "Leave the cooking to me. You do plenty already, "

Gale lifts his head and offers Laurent a more genuine smile. "Thank you, though, for trying."

"Oh, you're welcome…" Laurent looks away from the light-haired Viera to hide a slight blush.

"Get that water to Gemna, though, before she skewers you with that knife she had earlier."

Laurent huffs as he pours a glass of water. "I'm sure she'll do it anyway…"

#ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv fic #ffxiv oc #my oc #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #ao3 #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #moments one shots

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cellsshapedlikestars · 2 years

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You have such a rich imagination b/c all of your prompt responses are incredibly creative!

Here's a prompt: The hunter and the vegan (Jonsa modern AU).

Anon, my brain is filled with utter nonsense, but I'm glad you enjoy it!

Speaking of utter nonsense: the drabble below. (and by drabble I mean over 1k words of course)

(also, how long can I keep doing daily prompt drabbles?? I have about 20 prompts still sitting there lol, most of which I need to consume the media for because I'm the worst)

read it on ao3:

ephemera, chapter 21

Jon can feel his annoyance spark as Sansa sits across the table from him, her arms folded and her bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

“So,” Robb says, hesitantly, looking between them. “Jonquil's spell disperses all the wildlife in the area. Aemon, you close your eyes and listen, but there's not even a single rustle in the underbrush. Animals big and small have taken cover. Your hunt is unsuccessful.”

“Great,” Jon grits out. “That's just great. We'll all starve now, are you happy?”

“Yes,” she says, eyes narrowing. “Anything is better than killing innocent animals for you to eat, you barbarian.”

Theon groans, tilting back in his chair. “I appreciate the realism, Robb, but this whole food thing is killing the vibe, especially with these two,” he gestures between Jon and Sansa. “Sam never made us worry about eating when he DM'd.”

Robb frowns, about to defend his choices, but Jon cuts him off.

“We wouldn't be having an issue if Jonquil here would let me hunt,” Jon huffs. He can't seem to look away from Sansa's defiant eyes.

“I'm sorry my one little spell was able to render you completely useless,” Sansa scoffs, her voice haughty. She's enjoying this, he thinks.

Sam clears his throat. “I'll look around for any edible vegetation,” he says.

“Nature check,” Robb commands, and Sam picks up his dice and rolls. “Alright. You look around the forest and note a tree close by with fruit hanging down, but you read enough books back at the wizard's college to know that though they look fat and juicy and delicious, they are extremely poisonous.”

“I try to eat one,” Theon cuts in with a grin.

“Reek, don't!” Sam cries. “They're poisonous!”

Theon mimes looking at something in his hand, as if debating eating the fruit anyway.

“Maybe I'd rather be poisoned than listen to these two snipe at each other all night,” Theon rolls his eyes, looking between Jon and Sansa.

“I'm not sniping,” Sansa sniffs. “If anyone has an attitude problem, it's Aemon.”

“Maybe Aemon has an attitude problem because Jonquil joined the group halfway through and seems to think she can make decisions for everyone.”

“Then blame Bran for dropping out,” Sansa says, her face falling and her voice suddenly wavering. “I'm just trying to help.”

“Stay in character,” Robb sighs, but no one else is really listening.

“Maybe we should take a quick break?” Sam suggests, clearly uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” Theon sighs. “I need to pee anyway.”

Sansa is the first to stand from the table, and she walks quickly up the basement stairs, and Jon feels the bottom drop out of his stomach. He gets up and follows her, up the stairs and into the kitchen, where she's filling a glass with ice water..

“Sans,” he says, standing awkwardly behind her. “You know I don't actually mean that, right? I was just... my character...”

She only half turns to face him, eyes lowered, and she says, “you're not really mad I joined?”

“No, of course not,” he sighs. “You're right, we needed a replacement after Bran couldn't...” He trails off, watches her nod with her eyes still lowered, and he lets out another frustrated sigh and runs his hand through his hair. “I like spending time with you, too. I'm glad you're here, and not just because we needed another.” It sounds so lame, and he wishes – not for the first time – that he weren't so terrible at explaining himself.

“I didn't mean to ruin your game or anything,” she says slowly. “I just thought since my character is a vegan and has a spell to talk to animals, she wouldn't let you hunt...”

“You're right,” Jon cuts in quickly. “And I was only pretending to be mad because Aemon is a big hunter.”

“I guess we did sort of choose opposite characters,” she gives him a small smile, and he feels relief flood through him.

“I already had my character, I feel like you did that on purpose,” he puts on a teasing tone, and he's rewarded with her smile growing wider.

Then she gives him a little shrug and says, “maybe I did. Maybe I like when you get all riled up.”

“Oh?” is all Jon can say as he steps towards her and takes the cup of water out of her hands and sets it on the counter. “Well, it worked.”

He leans down and kisses her, threading his fingers through the hair at the back of her head and moving his body to press her against the counter. Her arms wind around his neck and she kisses him back hard, nips at his bottom lip, digs her nails into his skin - an edge to the kiss that he's never really gotten from her before. Usually she likes everything soft and slow, but tonight there's a bite to her. It makes him groan.

“Oh, fuck, ew,” Robb's voice cuts them off, and Jon pulls away reluctantly. “Man, I knew inviting her to play with us was gonna be a problem.”

“Go away, Robb,” Sansa sighs, not removing her arms from around Jon's neck.

“No,” Robb pounds his fist on the kitchen island. “You promised this wouldn't turn into you two going at it. D&D is sacred, and I will not have you tainting it.”

“You already tainted it by making us keep track of food,” Theon breezes past them all on the way to the bathroom.

“It's part of the game!” Robb cries, but Jon isn't paying attention. Sansa still has her arms around him, and she's giving him that look.

“Uh, I think maybe we should call it for the night?” Jon says distractedly. He can't look away from her, even though he's talking to Robb. “Since we're at a resting point anyway.”

“Yeah, we can pick it up tomorrow,” Sansa agrees, her fingers moving to play with the little hairs at the back of his neck. It sends a shiver rolling down his spine.

Her parents aren't home right now.

How has he been here for hours and not really realized that? Now it's all he can think about.

Behind them, Robb makes a disgusted noise. “I swear, Sansa, we're finding someone else to replace you. I can't have you breaking up the group like this. Every time!”

“Fine, I don't want to play your stupid game anyway,” she huffs, finally dropping her arms from around Jon, but she takes his hand and starts pulling him out of the kitchen, towards the stairs to the second floor. “Nerd!” she calls back over her shoulder, sticking her tongue out at Robb.

“Yoko!” Robb yells back, but it's too late, she's already taking the stairs up, Jon following behind as fast as he can. He'll smooth things over with Robb later, but that absolutely is not the priority right now.

The priority is his girlfriend dragging him up to her bedroom, because her parents aren't home.

#jonsa #jonsa fic #prompt fic

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