#this is a 2.0 version of my original on ao3
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Ragazza Sporca 2.0
Your Capo... if only he was. The sad truth is that he’s your boss and good friend, and yet, he’s always on your mind as if he was your lover. Your heart yearns for him, but you're constantly forced to tell yourself It’d be inappropriate to cross the threshold of being your Capo's underling and friend. You've dealt with these difficult feelings for years now, and every day you’re left with a gaping hole in your chest. Though, you lose control over everything when Bruno knocks on your door at night asking for a favor.
❥ Labels & Warnings: 18+
Smut, Fluff, Masturbation, Teasing, Light humiliation, Praise, Dirty talk, Oral sex (receiving & giving), Vaginal sex, Creampie, Confessions.
This is a revision of my original work posted on AO3, Sept. 17, 2019.
Your Capo is the most caring and warm person to the ones around him, so how can you have not fallen for him? You were no different than the many drooling girls that lined up in the hopes of getting a date with the mafioso. Though you never pestered him about his schedule so you could score a date with him like others did, your feelings were much stronger than any girl that desired him. At some point, your sentiments for your boss grew so strong that you could never fathom being with anybody else.
Day by day, it was beginning to be challenging whenever you had to talk to Bruno or merely look at him. Your face would heat up when his oceanic eyes would land on you, and of course, Bruno being the most perceptive man you knew, caught on to your weird behavior. As time swelled, your feelings made it difficult to even be in his presence, and Bruno worried something was wrong on countless occasions whenever you didn't show up for a meeting. He's asked you into his office numerous times and asked if he ever did anything to upset you. You lied to his face so many times which was something you never did before, and it hurt, but it was only to protect how you really felt.
You tried tirelessly to push your feelings down in order to do your job for your Capo, but that was impossible. How could anyone hide their feelings for someone so compassionate, selfless, and loving? Bruno was not only such a warm person, but whenever he needed to do his job or protect someone, a ruthless and dominating man would emerge. His courageous ambitions alone inspired you in every aspect and made you want to be a better person. Everyone around him loved him.
It also didn't hurt how extremely gorgeous he was. One look was all it took to make anyone turn their heads with admiration for his beauty. Just the way he carried himself and the way he talked or even laughed was so graceful yet masculine which made everything all the harder to cope with. Sometimes he'd catch you staring at him for far too long, and would give you a lookover and smirk. There was a fine line between you two, one that you teetered over and he watched with amusement. Maybe he enjoyed your attention or maybe he was just naturally comfortable with you since he's been your friend for years, but he never looked like he didn't want you to check him out. In fact, there were times he did the same with you, although, you chalked it up to him being kind and not wanting you to be uncomfortable with getting caught ogling him. What you do know is that you absolutely had to stop this before you did something you'd regret.
And yet, every night you secretly let yourself go and satisfy your fantasies with the thoughts you stowed away in the day. The reveries you'd select from your memory like a delectable menu of salacious thoughts were the ones that'd control your body and fingers. Your voice was the fruit of your labor as your fingers would throw your body in thrashes across your bed. Your imaginings would entail him thrusting his long, thick fingers in your mouth as he spread your thighs apart with a smoldering look so hot it could burn you alive. Thoughts of him crawling on top of you with those built muscles of his sinuously twisting as he positioned himself at your entrance would send shivers down your spine. He'd whisper in your ear how pretty you were and then slowly penetrate you only to vividly groan against your ear. His deep voice would send vibrations through your chest as his own pecs lay on you, and once more his voice would intoxicate you with its perfumed words telling you what a good girl you were for taking all of him in.
And... shamefully, tonight isn't any different.
You lie on your bed, bare and writhing from your own hands with your head full of foulness. Wet circles spread across your clit by your fingers — the fingers you wish were Bruno's — and rough grasps prick the skin of your breasts with goosebumps as you try to simulate how he'd squeeze your mounds with his big hands. Small moans escape your mouth despite trying your hardest to be careful of who hears you in the tucked-away villa Bruno offered you to stay at. God, if only it were his deft fingers rubbing you instead and his mouth on your breast instead of your— suddenly, you hear a familiar knock at the door and your voice gets stuck in your throat. Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to sit up.
"U-uh, yeah, what is it?" You call out, wondering if you should cover yourself, but you know Bruno would never barge in.
"Bella, I’m sorry to bother you so late, but could you let me in?"
Your eyes shoot over to your alarm clock, 12:00 am. Just simply hearing his deep, melodic voice booming behind the door makes your body shiver. Gulping down, you start putting your clothes back on with jittery hands.
"W-wait just give me a second."
Why on earth would he be asking to come in at a time like this? Is it really just a coincidence or did he hear you?
Walking over to the door, you unlock it and open the door as normally as you can muster given how out of breath you are. Bruno immediately comes in and glances over at your messy bed, wondering if he ruined a relaxing time for you.
"Is everything okay? Did, did um, something happen?" You ask him, flustered as you quickly smooth your hair down.
"Yes, I'm okay, bella. I'm sorry for interrupting you," he says, confusing you.
Avoiding his eyes like the plague, you nervously laugh. "Oh no, you weren't interrupting anything," you innocently reassure him.
"I'm glad because I'd hate to burden you, but I'm afraid I have a favor to ask of you."
He's so sweet in not wanting to rely on others as people around him rely on him, and it makes you feel good whenever he does ask you for anything.
"Of course, I'll do anything for y— I mean, whatever I can do to help you in any way, I'll do it," you meekly say, cringing inside.
Bruno laughs at your adorableness, his eyes crinkling with a charming smile spreading on his handsome face.
"I was wondering if I could use your shower. Mine has been acting up lately, and I was going to ask Narancia, but he's fast asleep as are the others. I saw that your light was on so I thought maybe it's fine that I ask if it's not too much trouble?"
Your heart begins to thrum as he imploringly stares at you with his penetrating sapphire eyes. It's not like you can reject a man his deserved shower, and it's not like you wouldn't mind having him wash his soapy, naked body in your shower. The thought alone could keep your heart full for weeks.
"Oh, yes, of course," you laugh, swallowing the thick saliva that's accumulating in the back of your throat as your head goes in places you wish it wouldn't when you're right in front of your damn boss. "There's a fresh towel hanging next to mine on the rack — you'll know which one is mine because it's damp — and you can of course use my shampoo and body wash."
"Thank you, dolcezza," he muses smoothly while stepping toward your bathroom. "You're my lifesaver. I'll be fast, I promise."
Bruno disappears into the bathroom and you're left with his words circulating in your head. 'You're my lifesaver, you're my lifesaver, you're my—' you're his lifesaver. Clutching your chest, you bury your face in your pillow and squeal. Your heart feels like it could burst with that statement alone, but having him in your shower? Showering? Bathing? No, this has to be a dream. With your face smashed in your blankets, you pinch your arm before sitting up. You can hear the shower turn on and you wonder how he prefers the water temperature. Hot or cold? You're guessing hot since he does work those muscles day in and day out. They must be so tight after a long day of work, and you'd love to massage his body to alleviate any stress he carries back home. Your lips unconsciously spread into a goofy grin as you think about Bruno and all his little quirks. Kicking your feet, you wrap your arms around yourself and squirm around as butterflies invade your stomach.
Yes, it's all very innocent when a friend uses your shower, but he's not just a friend to you. He's also your boss and crush, though crush is an understatement, and him being your boss could very well be inappropriate if the situation was like any other. But it's Bruno, so all you can think about are the positives. Yet, you can't help but wonder if you were too loud. How is it that he came at such a perfect time? You really hope that wasn't the case because if so, you'll turn to stone right here and now.
You jump as you hear the bathroom door click open. Looking over your shoulder, you see Bruno emerge from the foggy bathroom and your heart stops altogether.
With a towel hanging dangerously low around his defined Adonis belt, his slim waist carries him like a Roman statue. It looks as though he's flexing his muscles, but he's totally relaxed even when your eyes are on him. The muscles under his tan skin are defined and taut as droplets of water traverse the dips of his pecs and abs. His usually smooth black bob is messy as he dries it with a small towel. Those distinctive oceanic eyes are glued on you, and his expression is far too ambiguous for you to discern. Is he mad? Is he lost in thought?
Bruno stalks over to your perched form on the bed and you instinctively avert your gaze as he approaches your front. Hovering over you in his half-naked form, he looks down at you with a suddenly formidable aura. Grasping your jaw, he tips it up and pulls it toward him while leaning down. Bruno's cerulean eyes are so intense it feels as though he's peering into your soul and you're cemented in place by them.
"Cara, why are you being so shy? Were you not moaning out for me earlier?"
You gawk at him and your body goes rigid as your biggest fear just came true. Of course, though, Bruno being the mischievous and teasing man he is chooses now of all times to bring it up once he's wet and delicious to catch you off guard.
Your mouth tries to turn into a smile to play this off, but it fails into a warped and stiff one. "W-what do you mean?"
Bruno's eyes wash over your lips before they veer back up to your eyes with a gleam in their fierce blues. "Was I at least on your mind when you touched yourself?"
"N-no, what? I wasn't—"
Cocking his head to the side, he has that mocking expression that makes your insides crumble.
"Now, now, you know better than to lie to me, yes?"
Bruno gingerly grabs your neck and turns it so your skin is bared for him. Shifting closer, the tip of his tall nose ghosts over the trunk of your neck and you audibly gulp. Attentively, Bruno licks a fat stripe up the side of your neck with the very tip of his tongue grazing your earlobe as it lifts off your skin. Stifling a moan, your face contorts with a rush of hormones hitting you.
"Mmm, I knew it. Sei una ragazza sporca," he nearly groans with a deep rumble emanating from his chest. (You're a dirty girl.)
Freezing you with the look he once gave Giorno on the train in Napoli, he interrogates you the same way. The scorching gaze is unbearable and it's hard to keep eye contact with Bruno like this, but with his demanding hold on your neck, you can’t help but comply even when your thighs are rubbing together.
"I'm sorry, Capo. I just..I—"
"You what? You like to imagine your Capo touching you?"
"No!" You’re quick to deny it with embarrassment overwhelming you.
"'No?'" Bruno repeats and gives you a scolding look of dismay.
"Then why are you squirming before my very eyes?" Bruno asks with a sharp tongue, scooting his lips closer to your quivering ones. "I didn't even have to test you to know that you're lying, carina. You're as guilty as can be."
Your fearful eyes creep up his face and your eyelashes flutter at him, and that's when he really can't take it anymore. Slowly, he eases his plush pout onto yours with so much passion, it makes you moan. Groaning into the kiss he's been dying to give you, he lets go of your mouth faster than you'd like. There's lust ridden in his eyes and they're hooded with his long eyelashes casting over his high cheekbones. Holding out your chin, he inspects your face by gently turning it from left to right before shifting to give you a kiss on the cheek, and you make a noise that quirks his lips into an amused grin.
"You're so sensitive, bella. I loved hearing how desperate your voice was all those nights when you wanted me to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you."
Squeaking out with a whine, your insides clench so hard it's borderline painful. Bruno, your Capo, your boss, has heard what you've done on multiple occasions?! Soused in heat, you don't know whether to be turned on by what he said or by the fact that he listened in on you masturbating and didn't say anything this whole time. Bruno is just so gentlemanly and possibly vanilla, but this carnal side makes sense given his career in such a stressful and nefarious world.
Bruno snakes his hand from your jaw to the back of your neck and cradles it before kissing you fervently, effectively blasting away any thoughts you have. You moan into the kiss as his tongue slips across the inner flesh of your lips, and you fully accept him inside your mouth. Feverish like he's on fire with his own pent-up feelings blistering out, the kiss burns you alive. The way he smooches you conveys just how much he's been longing for you, and it makes you utterly dizzy. What is even happening right now?
Detaching from your lips, he openly skims his mouth across your jaw and stops in the middle of the bone to suck on it. Easing his way down your neck, your light whimpers torture him and he has to fight the urge to rip everything off of you and sink his cock right into your sopping wetness. Still holding your neck, his possessive nature makes you fidget with glee. Bruno makes you feel like you're already his in his attentive yet greedy hands.
"Carina, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long," he confesses between his attacks on your neck. (Cutie.) "You're not alone in dipping into bad thoughts. Each night, I imagine how you would react when I touch you here—" Bruno grasps your waist before his large hand slides up your ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of your clothed breast.
You gasp and instinctively back away, his other arm bracing your back and sitting next to you as close as humanly possible.
"May I?" He whispers in your ear, his voice deep and guttural laced with a saccharine tone.
Nodding, you release the breath you've been holding. "Yes," you breathe, squeezing his broad shoulders. "You can do whatever you want, Bruno."
"Hm, what an eager girl I have on my hands," he softly teases before melting his lips on your mouth like honey.
Bruno glides his hand upward and cups your breasts through the thin material of your pajama top and soon realizes you're without a bra. He hisses and ends it with a groan as your nipples harden under his long fingers, his cock angrily twitching under his towel. Caressing your mounds, he squeezes them with rapacious pressure as his hands are far more substantial than your own. You feel like clay under his hands as you give way to his molding touch, finally getting what you always fantasized about.
"Tell me, what do you think about when you touch yourself?"
Oh, how he loves toying with you and seeing you squirm under his intent gaze.
Inhaling sharply, you look away. "I-I think about many things."
Bruno can't help but smile at you. "You're imaginative, I gather?"
You sigh, knowing he's messing with you. Of course, you have to be imaginative when you could never approach him. Pecking your temple, he lays off your breasts and embraces you in his arms.
"You and I both know what I'm asking for, yes?" He asks you with his face nuzzled in your neck.
You sigh and nod, ready for what's to come.
"So," he starts off with a confident lilt. Smooching the skin just below your earlobe, he then moves to kiss your ear. "Why don't you tell your Capo how much of a filthy girl you are?" He rasps right in your ear, the cadence of his Italian accent visceral.
You whine before your voice turns into a full-on moan as he sucks at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
"Bruno," you sigh as he continues to give your skin a harsh suck. "Why?"
"I want to hear it from these pretty lips," he says against your flesh while indenting the swell of your bottom lip with his thumb.
You never knew he'd be this good at seducing you as your head reels with extreme lust.
"I... imagine y-you touching me."
"Where?"
"Here," you say, guiding his hand to one of your breasts and he yields to palm it.
"Do you want me to touch this again?"
"Not just that... I want your mouth there, too."
To say Bruno is quite pleased with your answer would be an understatement as his cock leaks with a newly formed bead of precum. Humming, he stares at you while letting his hands fall to the hem of your top before he pulls it up your bare torso. With your top half now naked before your Capo's ravenous, blue eyes, he gently pushes you down on your back and gets on top of you. Pawing at both of your breasts in his big hands, he gropes them and twists both of your nipples with avid interest. The warmth from his hands blooms over your flesh like fluttering butterflies carrying ecstasy in their wings.
"You're so beautiful that I can't help but be greedy with you," he breathes heavily over your lips. "I want you to myself, all night long."
Large and hungry, his hands stretch as wide as they can get as they're wanting all of your flesh in their captive cages. With your head thrown back, you're unable to realize Bruno's gorgeous face is moving closer until his hair tickles the crest of your breasts. His tongue curls out and it immediately runs a circle around one of your stiff buds before he takes it into his mouth and encases it with his full pout. Your flesh is warm and soft yet hard as he plays with your pert nipple. Bruno happily plays with your breasts with enthusiasm, tasting you as if you were candy. Scrunching his brows, he can feel more of his precum dribble out of his pulsing cock and it makes the Capo shake with anticipation.
Bruno's craving tongue is hot and eager over your breast as it swirls around before flicking your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He licks your nipple within the tight capture of his lips, and he bites it as he watches you thrash under him like you can't bear the pleasure. The slickness between your legs has gone past the point of no return as it's now dripping down your inner thighs. Catching your other nipple with his free hand, he rolls it with pleasure.
"Mm, please," you mindlessly mew.
"Hmm? What is it, cara?" His question drives his wet lips to move across your pebbled nipple.
"I want more, I want you."
Bruno chuckles at how needy you've become now that you've gotten a taste of what he can do to you. Popping off your now reddened nipple, he turns his gracious attention to your neglected one and washes it with keen concentration.
"Then tell me where else you fantasize your Capo touching you. Show me everything, amore. Let me see what I've been missing."
You moan at his words and you guide his hand down your stomach until it’s at the waistband of your shorts.
"Please," is all you whisper out as your hands shake.
Bruno stands up at the edge of the bed and grips the sides of your shorts and pulls them off your legs with his eyes glued to your face. Flicking his vision to your panties, he unfurls your legs and silently gulps at how completely sodden the fabric is. Taking a thigh in hand, he bends at the hip and runs a thumb up your visibly swollen clit over your underwear. You arch your back and cry out, your hips jerking away.
"Bruno," you gasp, making the Capo's eyes snap over to you.
"You're so lovely, dolcezza. I love the way you react when I tease you."
Hooking brawny arms around your thighs, Bruno kneels on the floor while pulling your ass over the edge of the bed. Gasping, you try to hide his vision with your hands.
"Don't," he warns with steadfast eyes.
Inhaling, your brows knit and you reluctantly let him continue. Softening his expression, he examines the soaked fabric keeping him away from your delectable inner parts. Bruno ducks and leisurely runs his tongue up your clothed pussy, making you wantonly moan before you shield your mouth. He kisses your clit and lowers his mouth to prod your covered entrance with his tongue where most of your slick has accumulated. Viscous and dangerously hot, his eyes roll back as he lets his tongue taste the flavor that soils your panties. You've ruined your underwear to the point where the fabric is completely slippery and allows Bruno's lips and tongue to just glide over you.
With his sharp nose nuzzled against your clit, he drags a deep inhale and salivates as your scent intoxicates him. Balmy, his sinewy hands sink into the ample flesh of your thighs while getting drunk off your pussy's aroma, his thumbs veering upward past the flexed tendons in your inner thighs. Mouthing at your entrance with his plump lips, he soaks the material with his drool and presses his expert tongue into your folds. Your lips separate and push out of your panties from the sides, and Bruno can't help but crack a toothsome smile. The corners of his curled mouth slither over your naked outer lips as his tongue squishes your slit, playing with you until your hips can't stop moving. The saturated cloth forms your shape, giving Bruno a detailed yet hidden idea of how you look like.
Lust clouds his brain and all he can think about is you and your succulent pussy. Bruno is powerless when he's so pussy drunk. His head is mixed with a flurry of licentious thoughts, but one particular fantasy keeps coming to mind. The reverie is one of his favorites and entails him cramming dick underneath your panties and grinding into your sweetness before pinning the gusset to the side and penetrating you. But as much as he wants to do vile things with just your panties alone, he lets out a sigh and ceases his tongue. Roughly, he removes your underwear and places his hands back on your inner thighs like magnets. Perfectly nude before him, the expanse of your skin is like a feast he's more than ready to devour. You whine and look away as he thumbs you open to get a good look at your dripping pussy. Marveling at you, he groans at how impossibly wet you are. Bruno has a fair amount of experience and not even once has he seen anyone so soaked like this before.
"You’re so wet, tesoro. You're leaking everywhere and making a mess. You feel it, no? And to think you were quiet about having this delicacy waiting for me."
Slowly, he flattens his tongue at your entrance, and with his eyes trained on you, he licks the entirety of your pussy from hole to clit. Your features twitch with bliss stilling you as you stare at him. Leisurely ribboning his tongue across your clit, he moves it from side to side and delivers jolts of pleasure right through your spine and through every limb. You swivel your hips and jerk into his mouth, but he holds you down harder. Gripping the sheets while Bruno licks your pussy as if he’s having his first meal in days, you try to get a grasp on the situation but it's incomprehensible.
"Adoro il sapore della tua figa," he drones as his lips glide against your slippery folds. (I love the taste of your pussy.)
Bruno delves deep into your wetness, his tongue tracing circles around your tight hole until it slips inside. Your eyelids shoot open and you throw your head back with your fingers carding through his raven locks. He grunts, understanding this is where he belongs as you tug his hair and your legs fluctuate from spreading open and suffocating him. And Bruno wouldn't mind dying like this if it meant drowning in your cunt.
Savoring how you clench around his tongue, he pulls it out to ferally lap your clit with determination to make you cum hard. Your moans pitch higher and higher, signaling your orgasm is just over the horizon. Bruno sinks two thick fingers inside your pussy, groaning at the plush resistance while his tongue is still at it with your clit. The second his agile fingers curl and push a zone within you, you unexpectedly unravel from that motion alone. Squeezing his fingers with your rippling walls, you wail out and shake with violent tremors plaguing your body. Bruno's mouth slobbers over you as he's completely in awe by how sexy and beautiful you are when you're climaxing. Just watching you ride the waves of bliss could make the Capo cum.
With tears glossing your eyes, you let go of his hair as you come down from your unimaginable high. Blinking away tears, you see Bruno resting on his haunches looking like he's at his wit's end. His cock strains against his towel and it lifts the heavy fabric up, tenting it. The outline of his size is fuzzy yet still definable through the thick material, showing just how rock-hard he is. You swallow hard as his lithe body arches over you to give you an impassioned kiss on the lips. Snaking his tongue between your lips, he offers you a taste of yourself and your ears go hot. Is this the taste he savored so much?
Gradually breaking his all-encompassing kiss with a drunken smile, his eyes smooth over you with their misty appearance. Your head is fuzzy and you're starting to think this is all a dream, but it's not as your hands slide down his sculpted abs. Bruno is realer than ever and right in front of you, ready to unite your body with his. His muscles flex with your touch and completely tighten the lower your hands traverse the knots in his hard torso. Your fingertips brush over a prominent vein of his that guides you to where Bruno really wants you: his erection.
Exhaling audibly, his sapphires are locked on your dreamy face, and his heart soars when you look up at him through your lashes. Heavy and wanting, your eyes captivate him wholly, but then he feels your hands fiddle with the fold in his towel and breaks eye contact. Bruno's Adam's apple bobs, swallowing hard as you reveal his aching virility. With his eyes flickering between your face and your hand, he gauges your delighted reaction. Bruno is humble in everything he owns, yet, seeing how overjoyed you are with his size makes his ego fly through the roof. Standing tall and curved, your Capo is much bigger than you expected. His heavy cock looks painful with its deep rosy color at the aching and leaking head, and it makes your mouth water. Though you caught a sneak peek through the towel, it was nothing compared to how big he really is. He's not only thick but also long, though not long enough to be a painful cervix breaker.
"Bruno," you breathe in as a bead of precum drips down the side of him.
The desperate look in your eyes taunts him and makes him want to demolish you. Quickly latching his lips to yours, he dominates your mouth with heated zeal. Although devoted to his kiss for you, he shatters it with a groan when you wrap a hand around his girthy shaft. Your voice gets stuck in your throat as his slimy precum spreads under your palm, giving you the opportunity to stroke him with ease. Slowly pumping his veiny cock, you delicately cup one of his balls with your other hand, and he viciously grunts from the sensitivity.
"Don’t tease me, cara," he warns and grabs your wrists, and pulls you away from him.
Bruno lifts you up and positions you on all fours on the bed in front of him and his beating cock. You watch his dick bob in the air as he stands before you, letting you soak in all of his glory. Gathering your hair with a hand, he takes his cock by the base with another and rubs his delicate frenulum across your wet lips.
"Hai fantasticato di succhiarmi?" He questions you with a husky cadence in his charged voice. (Have you fantasized about sucking me?)
"Yes, Capo."
Bruno inhales shakily at the pet name, and there's a twinge that rifles through his cock.
"Allora fallo," he orders like the true Capo that he is. (Then do it.)
Opening your mouth as wide as it can go, your velveteen cavern swarms the head of his cock in pleasant warmth. You try and take all of him in at once and descend your mouth down his length as far as it can go, but it's too hard. Bruno cracks out a moan at your eagerness to please him as you try your best to pet the swollen underside of his dick with your tongue even though your mouth is obviously too full. Tightening his grip on your hair, he starts rocking himself into your mouth at a steady pace. Inching himself deeper and deeper, the end of his bulbous tip hits your throat, and you gag. With his mouth falling open, he can't hold back his animalistic craving to hear you gag over and over. Bruno's hands shift across your head and your pussy involuntarily clenches knowing what he's trying to do.
"You suck your Capo well," Bruno coos with a rasp, flanking the sides of your face in his hands. "I bet you did this about a hundred times in your head, no?"
You gurgle and choke around his cock in response, your body twitching as your gag reflex fights for control. With his thumbs resting on your temples, the rest of his fingers seam themselves in your hair as he locks your head in his big hands. Left completely caged in, you're vulnerable to your Capo's mercy. Bruno can't lie, he gets off on the fact that you're his subordinate and he's your boss with a power dynamic that's palpable. But whether he's your boss or not, he'd still want this control over you.
"Ti piace avere il cazzo del tuo Capo nella tua bocca avida?" Bruno groans, beguiled by your explorative tongue. (Do you like having your Capo's cock in your greedy mouth?)
The vibrations of your responsive moan make him shiver, riling up the mafioso even more. Shifting his hips back, Bruno thrusts in your mouth and instantly breaches the tightness of your throat and groans as you gag over the head of his engorged cock. You think he's going to pull out, and he does, but he only lets himself out about an inch before going in and making you gag once more. Repeating himself, he fucks your throat and mouth, making you gag each time he hits your throat. Oh, how he loves hearing you slurp his dick, and how he obsesses over you gagging on him.
Tears start brimming your eyes before they free themselves past your eyelashes and down your cheeks as Bruno maintains his cock in your throat. Resolved to satisfy him, you concentrate on breathing and wait for him to pull out. Being used in such a way makes your pussy spasm with need, a need for him to bury his long dick right into you. You feel his base jerk one, then two, then three times before he slides out of your mouth with a nasty string of saliva connecting you to his shiny cock.
"Che brava ragazza sei," he praises with much regard. (What a good girl you are.)
Taking your chin, he kisses you hard. You get lost in his kiss so much so that you're like a melted candle in his arms as he maneuvers you on your back once more. The bed dips with his weighted knees on either side of your hips, his strong thighs pushing your legs up and out to make way for him. Bruno parts from the kiss and cradles your cheeks with his hands while his cock brushes past your clit. He mimics your gaping mouth as he keeps pressing his shaft against your pussy, enthralled by the heat below his shaft. Repeating the same motions, he coats his dick with your nectar until vile squelches fill the air. Your entrance pulses underneath his girth, begging him to load you up in one go.
Mewling his name in a shrill voice, you dig your nails into his muscled back as you pull him closer. "I want you, please, right now," you desperately beg.
"Sono stato così disperato per te," he breathes, letting his blistering blue eyes fall down your beautiful body until they observe your glassy folds repeatedly splitting around his cock. (I've been so desperate for you.)
Bruno takes your breath away with his admission. "Really?"
"Sì, ever since I laid eyes on you, mia dolce ragazza," he whispers in your ear. (My sweet girl.)
Bruno runs the very tip of him down your entrance and carefully penetrates the tight barrier, melting the two of you into one. You whine as your elastic walls stretch to accommodate his immense proportion. Kissing your forehead as a reward for enduring the pain, he soothes you as he struggles to inch in deeper. It hurts and burns, but the fullness he brings is otherworldly and turns the pain into sweet elation. The second Bruno reaches halfway inside you, he retracts and feels your walls cling to him before he opens you back up by sinking into you again. His eyes roll back as he persists in unfurling your pussy from the inside, his throbbing cock spearing your taut walls with perseverance. Grabbing your waist, he huffs before finally bottoming out and growling with a clenched jaw.
"Sei così stretto, mi sta facendo impazzire," he sneers, his fingers indenting your flesh around your waist and hips. (You're so tight, it's driving me crazy.)
Your dewy insides hug him in a snug embrace as if you were made for him, turning the mafioso into some sort of creature for desire. Bruno is unable to fully grasp the staggering sensations you drown him in and struggles to keep his sanity in check. He's never felt so good in his life before, even when partaking in the sins of the flesh as this is on a different level than anything he's used to. You're enveloping Bruno in a bestial disposition.
"Cazzo," he sighs under his breath, struggling to restrain himself from fucking you until you're screaming and crying and too ruined for anyone else.
"You're really," you wince as he slides out. "Big."
"Hmm, I never knew," he teases sarcastically with a wolfish grin.
Thumping his way back into you, his pelvis meets your bottom with a light smack, its perfumed melody alighting both of your ears in flames. Bruno grabs one of your thighs and hikes it up on his hip, caressing the bottom of it as your other leg locks around his slender waist. With his magnetic blues fixated on you, he commences a deep, languid, and eager tempo.
"La tua figa è stupefacente." (Your pussy is amazing.) "You're amazing," he lovingly compliments you, his expression so adoring it makes your heart skip several beats.
Bruno smiles wholeheartedly when your pussy squeezes him, knowing you're touched by his words.
"Do you know how beautiful you are, carina?" He asks, wanting to stir your heart even more while he mixes your insides with zero effort.
Shyly meeting his eyes, your hands travel down the deep line in the middle of his back. His strong muscles shift under his warm skin every time he moves, waving like the sea he loves so much.
"You are," you simply reply, savoring the hot skin of his waist and hips that constantly brush your inner thighs as he fucks you.
"There's not a single person that could compare to you," he utters, capturing you in his vision.
Too blissed out to respond, you do so with a loud moan. Bruno watches you writhe beneath him just like he has in his dreams. Laid out and naked before him, your breasts bounce with his passionate, rolling hips and your face contorts as he pleasures your body in the most perfect of ways.
"Every night I imagine fucking you like this, and wonder how you would look if you were full of my cock," he murmurs. Lowering his face to your neck, he kisses you there before repeating with your earlobe. "I'm not disappointed in the slightest. Not when you look perfect with me inside you," he flatters in your ear, his voice so hoarse that it thunders through you.
Your lower body involuntarily jerks in response to his words, making the Capo grunt. Clasping his hands on the back of your thighs, he pins them to the bed and venerates the stretching pump his cock glides into you with. Your pussy incessantly swallows him whole with your labia opening wide around him. Salivating, he wishes he could fuck and eat you out at the same time with his greed driving his thoughts. With a sneer to his full mouth, he pounds into you and makes the bed shift with his emphatic motions. You gasp and pant, clutching onto him for dear life while he blooms heat through your body.
"I think you're being too loud, cara," he says in a taunting tone. "We don't want to wake everyone up now do we?"
Your walls clamp down on him and he smirks devilishly.
"Or do you?"
"No," you sigh, biting your lips together to quiet yourself.
Bruno's plump lips twitch into a wicked grin, determined to crack you open. Withdrawing until his tip is barely in you, he rams himself back in you with a loud smack and shriek emitting from your lips. You immediately see stars and you scramble to cover your mouth, helplessly silencing yourself.
"You just can't be quiet, can you? So cute," he says impudently while railing you as hard as you deserve.
Your toes curl and your limbs stiffen around him, and it proves difficult to keep your mouth shut even with the physical barrier of your hand. Bruno's rigid pelvis and toned thighs slap against your body, mingling with the other lascivious sounds that fill the room and bounce off the walls. It's surprising no one has banged on your wall at this point. Though it'd be awkward if someone were to hear both of you coalescing, Bruno is quite absorbed by the fact that you can't shut up even one bit. Releasing your thighs, he instead pushes them upward with his arms by palming the bed with his hands. The position has him closer and now you can get an ever better look at him while he drills into you with undying vigor.
"Ti piace guardarmi mentre ti scopo?" He goads you with a curled grin. (Do you like watching me fuck you?)
Your mouth hangs open with drool threatening to dribble down your chin, your endless arousal once again fanned by his exquisite comments. Your eyes snap down to your connection with your Capo's body, regarding the way his solid girth extends your folds past his gouging shaft. Bruno earnestly joins you in watching, the breadth of his tongue watering from the different perspective he has of the two of you. With his line of sight, he's able to see your entirety in far greater detail. Your folds glisten and stretch wider with the thicker part of his cock entering and exiting you, your aching hole repeatedly going from empty to expanding.
"I love seeing your small pussy swell over me each time I bury my cock in you," Bruno murmurs, shifting his hands higher up on the bed and forcing your hips to lift before hitting you at a different angle.
You sputter in the back of your throat as the pressure inside your womb abruptly amounts to such a degree of pleasure it's violently ripping a shrill voice out of you. Bruno's shaft drags through your gummy walls with vehemence and presses each and every spot within you with gracious speed and delicious force.
"Shut me up, please," you beg him with tears in your eyes.
Amused by your plea, he grins down at you and throws your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half under his muscular and heavy body. He places a hand over your mouth with his pinky below your nose and his face dangerously close to yours as if he's studying you like a specimen.
"As much as I want to hear that pretty voice of yours, amore, you're being a noisy girl," he utters.
Bruno grunts, your pussy squeezing him in response to him.
"La tua piccola fica continua a soffocarmi il cazzo, dolcezza." (Your little cunt keeps choking on my cock.) "Your throat is no different than this, hm?" He coos while clasping a big hand around your throat to make a point.
Your body dances with pleasure for him as he hotly scowls down at you with his own desire and lust filling him to the brim.
"You're so kind for rewarding me with that loud, immoral voice of yours," he lilts, his accent becoming thicker with each word just like his cock is with each pulsating lunge.
"One would think you're a shameless woman with such erotic moans," he goads you, fanning the fires inside you. "Devi davvero amare il cazzo del tuo capo, no?" (You must really love your Capo's cock, no?)
Tears cascade down your cheeks and his hands as your impending climax is starting to drive you mad. With such a gorgeous sight below him, his grip on your mouth tightens with his fingers digging into your cheek's flesh. There's now a permanent wrinkle in between his eyebrows, and that alone shows just how much he's enjoying himself. Absolutely immersed in you, he can't soften any of his features and put a facade on as he's deep in the trenches of rapture. Swallowing thickly, he knows his end is near.
Bruno lets your legs down and he bends to seize one of your nipples with his lips and tongue. He loves how you moan earnestly, relishing the vibrations that your voice makes under his hand. Sucking your nipple, his tongue washes over it and you're almost on the very edge of snapping. Detaching from your nipple, there's a line of spit following his bottom lip as he gazes up at you while switching to your other nipple. With the sensation of his cock impetuously driving into your saturated pussy, he confines you with one arm under your back while still covering your mouth. Encircling your arms around his neck, you struggle to breathe with his hand covering your mouth and his body drilling into yours. Canting his hips at an angle that has him positioned slightly above you, he hits a sweet spot you never knew you had and you shudder and shriek in his hand. Clenching his teeth, he hisses as his slapping balls tighten and his cock swells with more blood; the feeling of your pussy pulsating on him engulfs him in rhapsody. Your walls hug him tighter than ever, and he knows your orgasm is imminent.
"Right there, dolcezza? La tua figa vuole il mio cazzo proprio qui?" Bruno punctuates his statement with a particularly rough thrust. (Does your pussy want my cock right here?)
"Mmmh!" You cry, your nails raking his back as your depths refuse to let him reel back his cock.
Bruno is unyielding in his hammer-like lunges, yet his tempo has changed from meticulous thrusts to sloppy crashes. Statuqesue curves billow in his working muscles, his warm skin rising with goosebumps as his end is near. Ripping his hand from your mouth, he palms your face with your ear between his thumb and index finger and weaves your mouths together. The two of you exchange moans in the open-mouthed kiss, your tongues intertwining as Bruno drills you into the rocking bedframe.
"Sto per venire, tesoro. Verrai per me?" He rasps in your mouth, his spit-slicked lips slipping across your wet mouth. (I'm gonna cum, darling. Will you cum for me?)
You frantically nod and his hands dig into the flesh of your hip and back as he uses your body as leverage to make you fuck him back. You roll your pelvis into him and he growls, his nails creating crescent marks into your back as he cradles and carries it. His jaw hangs open and his darkened blue eyes are steadfast on you, openly groaning as he falls over the precipice, and that smoldering expression alone makes you cum hard. Casing your mouth with his, he stifles your scream with a fierce kiss that hardly lets you breathe.
Both of your bodies' visceral responses swallow each other whole. Bruno's shaft twinges as torrents of semen erupt from it and coat your insides while continuously fucking you with all his might, sloshing your liquids together in a lecherous amalgamation. Milking his beating cock with your clinging, viscid bounds, you draw out copious amounts of Bruno's delicious release. Shivers run down your spine as you can't control your body's muscle spasms with otherworldly euphoria bludgeoning you. Bruno's searing-hot base jerks with up and down motions and gradually slows along with your throbbing walls.
There's a trickle of liquids between the bond of your tired bodies, but the two of you can only focus on the dull pulse that's waning. Bruno is languid with his minute thrusts as globs of his release ooze out of you. Absolutely satiated and full of him, you lie mollified on the bed while he eases off you. Bruno smiles at you before pecking your lips and petting your hair, high on cloud nine from your acceptance of him. His eyes shoot down to your coupling and he sucks in air through his pearly whites and retracts from your molten heat. Your stretched skin glides back off him and he admires the hue of your tender flesh as it drools of his thick ejaculate.
Whining from the emptiness inside of you, you pout at him. Bruno chuckles in response but is hypnotized by the sight before him. Tilting his head as if he were inspecting a work of art, he takes his index and middle finger to split your bathed folds, and more globs of his cum flood out. He hums with delight and scoops some of the white fluid with his fingers before bringing it up to your mouth. Receiving his offer without reflection, you eagerly stick your tongue out for him, and he gracefully makes you taste him.
"Come assaggio?" He asks with a simper, keeping intense eye contact with you. (How do I taste?)
Sucking his fingers as they leave your mouth, you swallow his release and smile. "Delicious."
Bruno laughs and smooches your cheek. Taking a piece of your hair, he rolls it thoughtfully before putting it back behind your ear and beaming at you with splendid satisfaction.
"Well, was I everything you imagined?" He asks you with the most gorgeous smile a man could have. "I know my dreams were a pale comparison to the real thing."
You turn bashful by Bruno's thoughtful words and teeter your own remarks.
"Y-yes. Possibly, more than I could have ever imagined, really."
Resting his forehead against yours, he pushes you down with his tall nose pressing past the side of your nose and into your cheek.
"Smettila di essere così adorabile. Otherwise, I'll have to ravage you again," he growls. (Stop being so adorable.)
A silent gasp escapes you. "What if I want that?"
A sardonic laugh blows out of his nose. "You don't know what you're asking for, dolcezza," he says, nuzzling your cheek with his.
"No, really," you back away and sit up on your knees to lean into him.
Bruno's expression turns serious with his features relaxed yet stern. "I said stop. Unless you want me fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk or sit down."
You gasp and relent, lying back down. Amused, he sighs a laugh and grabs your hand before kissing the palm of it.
"Let me get you something to clean you up, mio dolce." (My sweet.)
Kissing your temple, Bruno gets off the bed and goes into the bathroom to dampen a washcloth. You sit patiently for him until he comes walking back with zero shame for being in his birthday suit and still being rock-hard. Avoiding eye contact, you scoot over to the end of the bed. He offers you his hand and you take it to stand, but you can barely do so without your legs wobbling.
"Here," Bruno coos, seizing your arms and putting them around his skinny waist. "Reggimi." (Hold me.)
Doing as he says, you cling to him while he gently wipes you down. You're so much smaller than him that he has to bend quite a lot to reach the areas of your sensitive parts.
"Just a little longer, carina," he muses with a sweet, tender tone.
Finishing up by folding the washcloth to a clean side, he gives your swollen lips one last pat before standing up.
"You didn't have to, but thank you."
Carding a hand through your hair, he tosses the cloth in a hamper in the corner of the room.
"Of course, cara. I want to. You honored me with your body and I made a mess out of it, so it's only natural I clean my mess."
Your heart soars and that's when the heaviness of the situation dawns on you. Though you want to discuss what's going on, you'll leave it for tomorrow when your head is less fuzzy.
Bruno effortlessly scoops you up into his arms and lays you back onto the bed before sliding in next to you with the blankets being pulled over the two of you. Humming with contentment, he snuggles against your soft body as he silently remarks how your skin feels like silk chiffon.
"Bruno," you call out.
Those vivid sapphires gaze at you, and a thick eyebrow raises.
"Is your shower really broken?"
Staring at you, he cracks a huge, guilty smile.
"Bruno!" You admonish him, gently shoving him as he starts laughing. "Who's the dirty one now, huh? My very own Capo!"
"A man must do what he must," he hums, wrapping his arms around you. "Regardless of what position he's in."
Scoffing with a laugh, you look at him incredulously. "And what is it that a man must do?"
"To make the one he desires fall for him," he answers you, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling like you're a jewel he's treasuring.
"I... I never knew you felt that way," you gulp. "I could have never imagined my Capo having those feelings for me."
Your tone saddens him and he sits up, his pecs on display as the blanket slithers down his sinewy abs.
"Amore," he starts, swallowing hard.
He sighs and looks away and it surprises you. Is he nervous?
"I have very strong feelings for you," he admits, taking your hand and sandwiching it between his. "If I didn't, I would have never done something so improper of a Capo."
Your heart nearly sinks at the word 'improper' and your expression falters, but he shakes his head.
"What I mean is, I never want to put you in a place where you felt overpowered by me because of my position. So, that's why I never pursued you," he says, rubbing your fingers with his bigger ones. "Do you understand now?" Bruno asks you beseechingly, his eyes scavenging your face for any answers.
You take his hand that's been fiddling with your own and you press it against your cheek, twinkling at him. "I do."
"Mia ragazza, you're sweeter than anything in this world," he coos lovingly before stealing a blazing kiss from you. (My girl.) "Ti amo," he says in a barely-there whisper across the swell of your lips, his glazed-over eyes peering down at you through long lashes. (I love you.)
The words spilled out of his mouth like honey and you're left speechless.
"I know it's sudden, but don't feel like you have to—"
"I love you, Bruno. I always have... and I think you've known that."
Chuckling against your lips, he smirks. "I did."
Bruno blends his luscious lips with yours, his tongue seeking your own to savor you. Shifting atop you, he lies between your legs with his neverending erection pressing into your inner thigh while controlling the assertive kiss. Bruno encapsulates you in his warmth as he's still completely stripped and completely clinging to you like glue. Moving his head to the side, he deepens the kiss even more and bathes your tongue with his in wet curls. You moan his name and he hums before peppering wet kisses down your neck. He takes one of your thighs and brings it up, fastening it to his waist before slowly grinding into the fresh moisture between your legs. It's intrinsic for him to automatically search for your heat, wanting to always be close to you. In the back of his mind, there's an annoying voice telling him to stop and let you rest, but he can't. Not when you've both confessed to one another after years of fluctuating between do and don't. It's now time Bruno cherishes you with his entire heart.
#bruno buccellati x reader#bruno bucciarati x reader#bruno buccellati#bruno bucciarati#jojo part 5#jjba fanfic#jojo fanfic#jojo vento aureo#jjba x reader#jojo smut#ao3 works#smut fanfiction#this is a 2.0 version of my original on ao3#jjba#jjba smut#my work
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questionable government spies but better written and five years late: a newsies multichap coming tonight, july 2, 2023 EST
hi hello. it’s me saph. back at it again.
the title is exactly what this looks like.
for those of you that were familiar with the first iteration of this story, welcome back, i’m so happy to have you. for those of you who are not, welcome to my long anticipated spies fic. this was originally published under the user @/suddenly-im-respecsable in about 2018-2019 (there is the early version still floating on tumblr but i have changed my url since and it’s not easily findable) and was cross posted on ao3 but was taken down
the basic gist of the story was that race and albert were fbi agents and were field training jack. they get summoned to nyc (where they were trained) to deal with some super hard gang case that no one can crack. in the process they meet spot who is working for said gang and wants out. davey jacobs is the head of the nyc branch of the fbi and hates race and albert because they almost blew up his weapons lab.
i think i got through 14 ish chapters before realizing the whole thing was badly written and in order for it to be what i wanted it to be i needed to redo it. and then i graduated high school and started college and changed fandoms and started dating my boyfriend and there was a global pandemic and then i graduated college and all of that.
and now, 5 years later, i am back on my bullshit, this time with a creative writing degree under my belt and @ainti-pretty to force me to finish what i started. the plot is all relatively the same, just a little tweaked. i never got to the point of all the plot twists so if you read the original version you have no spoilers besides some background knowledge that i am changing around a little. im working entirely off of my original hand written outline that is on the back of my notes from my 11th grade english class
and what motivated me to do this now you may ask? well i’m interning in nyc over the summer and can do irl accurate location mapping lol. that and i made a tumblr to literally post this story and i never finished it so i figured that i should probably do that. and if you’re doubting that this will get finished, which, fair, @ainti-pretty and i are literally living together next year and i am certain that i will be hounded about this every day of my existence
i am tagging people who i remember being very excited about this back in the day. if you want to be tagged in future parts of this please let me know. if you don’t just feel free to ignore :) @sun-kissed-star @getchapapes @jack-kellys @spot-conlon-king-of-brooklyn @fairly-awkward-trashcan @ritsunaru @heller-obama @turtle-steverogers @boygirlctommy @newsies-trash-queen @telling-tragedy @alberteatsglass
and since i have every ounce of this planned, here is my casting if you are interested:
92sies: mush, blink, davey
obc: spot, crutchie, smalls, medda, pulitzer
toursies: specs
proshot: albert, romeo, elmer, buttons, jojo, (anyone else i’ve forgotten is probably proshot)
uksies: jack, finch
race: weird combo of btc and giuseppe bausillo
katherine: a literal tiktok girlie
i am cross posting this on ao3, the tumblr version will all be tagged under #spies 2.0 and it will all me master posted and pinned on my blog.
im so excited :)) this fic is my baby and i want to thank everyone who has read it previously and everyone who will this go around. let me know if you want to be tagged !!
#saphie scribbles#god havent used that one in awhile#newsies#newsies au#newsies fanfiction#newsies fanfic#newsies fic#racetrack higgins#albert dasilva#jack kelly#spot conlon#spies 2.0#ralbert#sprace#yay#its happening finally
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no pressure at all but i can’t seem to find Things You Can’t Have on ao3 anymore and was just wondering about it?
Hi! Thanks for asking! I was going to post on update here on Tumblr soon, but got a bit busy and hadn't gotten around to it yet.
I decided to private Things for now, for a number of reasons. It's not deleted, and I may eventually unprivate it in the future. But the gist of it is that having it public (and unfinished) had created a lot of pressure for me personally to finish. Each time I went back to write it, the words just never seemed to flow because the original document, as it stands, became something I was no longer proud of. I understand and am extremely grateful that people enjoyed it, but as a writer, it was no longer a piece of work I felt comfortable sharing with others.
That being said, I AM in the process of rewriting it. I have no idea how long that will take, and don't want to give a time estimate on when the second version will be posted. But it's my hope that it will be far enough along soon that I can start sharing it with everyone.
I'm very sorry if it felt like a shock to anyone, and really should have given an update sooner. But I do genuinely appreciate all the love and support Things has received, and I'm so so excited to continue working on the reboot (Things 2.0 I've been calling it). I've also been working on 3 similar aus for different pairings (Elucien, Feysand, and Nessian) and that's been helping me plan and outline the Things reboot!
I appreciate you asking anon. Even though I decided to private Things, it still holds a very special place in my heart as the first fic I wrote for ACOTAR 💕
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I saw your little note on ao3 but I’m done wdym you rewrote it? Like did you post it before? Now this is just the better version?
Yes this is the 2.0 version. In July 2022 I posted a 3x08 tag, my very first lone star fic. And writing it inspired me to write the whole Missing Moments series. I still liked what I originally wrote for 3x08 but it needed a makeover to fit in with the rest of the series and there were other things I also wanted to write for this episode. So I updated the original AO3 post with the new version of the fic, It was 5800 words and now it's 12400.
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Almost forgot about this one because I had to go and beg for something specific to talk about. And luckily @maladroitoracle provided! ❤️
Has writing sex scenes gotten any easier?
This refers to the fact that in the beginning I said I won't probably even write anything very explicit (lol forever), and then when I did, I have repeatedly bitched and moaned about how hard it is. So I'd say, it's not necessarely any easier, but since I'm doing it anyway, I guess it's.. doable? It really depends on the scene. But I still get the feeling every time that I'm just describing tab A going into slot B and I have to remind myself to put some emotions in there.
"oothan tässä vielä huomenna" was your first longer fic, what did you learn from it or what stuck in your mind?
It was so great realising that I could actually write something longer! I got so much confidence as a writer from finishing that and from the lovely reception it got. I didn't start posting until it was all the way finished, since I wrote it totally out of order, in bits and pieces. Some random trivia:
The scene in the car where Bojan makes Jere watch CCC was originally a dialogue only snippet in @devotedlydarkcrown's DMs. It's based on the fact that Jere said in the Vogue interview that he had only watched CCC for the first time "a few days earlier". Also, the Bieber scene was written at her request.
Jere putting on Bojan's makeup was originally an answer to an anon prompt here
The first version of the scene on the morning after Tavastia 2.0 was written in the comments of a fanart on ao3
I kept rewriting the ending to make it happier. The original was... not as hopeful.
I have said it several times before, but the whole thing started when Bojan posted that damn story of him doing MMA and I went cross-eyed at the thought of him... exploring himself at that gym. Did you know that the gym he was posting from actually advertises having a Finnish sauna? True story.
I had so much fun writing Bojan's escapades, especially the one in Thailand. Also, all the interactions with the band, like Kris giving Bojan The Safe Sex Talk on the airplane. *chef's kiss*
Do you regret at all making me cry with "mun ainoa oikea satama"?
Pfft, you should know that every fanfic writer drinks their reader's tears instead of morning coffee. It's what keeps us alive! I'm so happy to hear that, mind you. That fic as not made the same numbers in stats as many others have, so I'm so glad of all the love it receives, since it's very dear to my heart.
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Written for: Fluffy February Prompt 1: Hello from @fluffyfebruary;
Year of the OTP February Prompt: different from @yearoftheotpevent;
Fluffbruary Day 1 Prompt(s): clue and museum by @fluffbruary;
and Be my Valentine 2.0 Prompt 1: "I've been hit with Cupid's arrow." by @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767
Ikemen Vampire, Soulmates AU, Stays in MC's Timeline - Comte de Saint-Germain/OC
Are soul mates' meetings really destined when, despite all the clues, it happen by means of coincidences? At least Hikari is not certain if it was fate or chance that led her to meet her soulmate and, even if it was fate, does it guarantee se is ready to face the truth of that love when they are from very different worlds?
This chapter took longer than I expected. I never realized how long conversations are difficult to write. Also realized how little I know about Comte, so sorry if anything sounds odd
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It was Hikari’s first trip to Paris, and it had been short, but she was impressed at how many things there could look fancy and cozy at the same time.
The place wasn’t too full of people, but not completely empty either. It was great for a private conversation without them being completely alone.
Until they got their orders, they only exchanged pleasantries - mostly le Comte asking about her trip - and Hikari felt that rush of butterflies of a first date with a new guy.
It could have been a normal date, if she wasn’t still a little shocked at the door that disappeared. And that was her first question as soon as they got their food.
“I would love to continue our more casual talk, but can you explain what happened to that door first? They don’t just disappear like that and you knew it would happen.”
“Yes, I did. I am the reason the door was there.” Le Comte said it with such casualty, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Well, for him it might be. “That door was connected to another in the 19th century. It is not the original door, so it disappears once closed.”
“You said it was there because of you, but you can’t have come from another time if you closed the door and can’t open it back.”
Hikari wasn’t saying that she believed him, but she wanted to see where that story would go.
“The me you met first was. Since the last time I have been in this century, I had a mark, telling me the day I would meet my soulmate. The original door is in my mansion, so I used it to come here ahead of time, so I had better chances of meeting you. I was tempted to take you back with me when we first met, not because you were my soulmate, but because I felt a connection between us, but I knew I couldn’t, so I went back to my time.”
“And the you who’s here now?” A part of her didn’t want an answer.
“I am from this time.”
“Are you trying to tell me you lived all this time? Or soulmates are bound across reincarnations, even if the marks disappear when one dies?”
“I lived every moment of it, so I had a lot of time to think whether I wanted to approach you as your soulmate or not. And I wasn’t going to. I just wanted to see you again, but you were about to go through the door my past self left open, and I had to stop you.”
“Wouldn’t he… I mean, you, be happier if I was did, so you wouldn’t have to wait all this time?”
“You could never make it to the other side. And if you did, would you be happy? Chasing me to another time would mean giving up on the life you have here. Your family and friends, your job and many comforts of your current life. I didn’t want to take it from you because of my own selfishness.”
How could she believe such a tale? Hikari wanted to, but the idea of an immortal time traveler sounded too much like Doctor Who - which, again, she only knew about because of her little sisters. Hikari had never realized how they influenced her thought process - that it scared her.
Why was it such a bad thing, though?
“That is very considerate of you. But that’s not all, is it? You said you weren’t going to approach me when you came to the museum today. Why?”
“We are inherently different, and I still don’t know if we can bridge that gap between us. I want to believe we can, but I also have seen how failed attempts leave people broken in their wake. And if you decide you don’t want to try, I won’t blame you. Once we start getting closer, it will be difficult for me to let you go, so I really want to make sure you know what you are getting into if you choose me.”
The problem was that, as implausible as the story sounded, when Hikari looked into his eyes, he seemed genuine enough. And she had gotten good at reading people with a tricky friend like Reina.
Her heart and mind pulled in different directions, and she didn’t know what to follow.
At least she had a break to think and calm down while she got another drink.
“And what am I getting into, exactly?” Hikari asked as soon as she sat back in her chair. She had decided to stop being scared of something she clearly wanted. “What really is you, to be alive all this time?”
“I am a vampire.”
Hikari almost choked on her drink. She had casually thought about it, but now he was saying she had been right.
But after the initial shock, instead of finding herself scared, she could only think how cool it was, and how a man like that had no reason to be interested in her, soulmate or not, yet the moment they were having couldn’t be called not being interested.
So her fairytale was similar to Beauty and the Beast then? She could deal with that.
Maybe she wasn’t the sane one in her family, after all. She just needed a moment with her thoughts to stop letting her mind make her so critical.
“I don’t think that is much of a problem. Not for me. But are you sure you want something from a human like me?”
Surprise flashed in his eyes for a second, then he chuckled and held her hand.
“From the moment I saw you, I couldn’t imagine anyone else.”
“Don’t you think all soulmates feel like that, even before they know? It happened to me too, but I can’t imagine why people are drawn to complete strangers.”
“I don’t think so. I think soulmates are destined to meet, but not always to love each other. The reason people are attracted to each other without knowing them is because what they first see leaves a good impression, even if it is something minimal that others wouldn’t have noticed.”
“I never thought of it this way. Love at first sight has to do with good first impressions, but it doesn’t always work because first impressions can be wrong. Other times, they are just a small piece of a whole, and the full picture isn’t as pleasant.”
“And even knowing that, do you want to know me? We live completely different lives, and, in a long-term relationship, we might have to make compromises. Are you sure you want to try?”
Hikari sighed, but smiled at him, tightening her hold on his hand.
“I do. I know the differences between us are bigger than most couples and that this relationship won’t be easy. Just the fact we live in different countries is already a challenge, and a long distance relationship can only go so far. But I would rather it doesn’t work because we decided, in the future, that these bridges are impossible to cross, then because we were afraid to try.”
“Even if I say I might want to turn you in the future?”
“I don’t know about the future. If we go that far, I might not mind.”
“If you are so determined, then I look forward to getting to know you better.” He pulled her hand closer, and kissed the back of it, without breaking eye contact.
Hikari’s heart sped up and heat rushed to her face.
“Me too.”
She had never been so hopeful after a date before. Even if their future wouldn’t be perfect, Hikari knew she would enjoy every moment of it.
IkeVamp Masterlist / General Masterlist
#be my valentine ccc#fluffbruary 2023#fluffy february#YOTP 2023#ikevamp#ikevamp comte#comte de saint-germain x oc#be my valentine content creation challenge#soulmates au#fang's writing#ikemen vampire#fanfiction#ikevamp fanfic#oc: hikari#love like a fairytale
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I think someone of my online friends asked me this before...
How did you get your artstyle development/improved after all these years?
How did you start your own?
Have you been feeling okay?
Hows ur fanfics?
Are you going to continue?
Lets just say that it all started with a simple ship...
Since may 2020 got me to ship the most otp and most obsessing thing I can imagine...
[Which was you guessed it squidbob...]
And the time I joined Packet's server I felt inspired to draw squidbob.
I drew lots of them and lost of drafted things... i drew countless of them that I couldn't even caught up...
After all... I did read most of my favorite Squidbob fics from ao3 and wattpad which was: IWNBYF scabs the kid, always be yours by tragicclownwriters, I'm surrounded by (PatrickSexyLegs), Bikini Bottom Luau by MultiFandomWriter775, Cerulean Dreams by the_sparkling_abyss also known as (crybaby-139), A Boat to Remembering by RavenCreek [deleted], Accidetally in Love by ShadowAngel56, Only Sponge and Perfect date [collaborated with ShadowAngel56], also adding Artokaii for making Movie Night, Clouded Sunshine, and other of the fics :3
Other of the fanfics I fgt to mention from the squidbob ao3 they are also good as well. <kudos>
Except I dont fit right with nsfw part yep-
I'm reminding myself that this topic was focused for my artstyle improvement not the fics... I'M TOO DARN GIGGLING WITH WHAT I'M READING THEY'RE ALL TOO GOOD *eats*
Anyway- my improvement changed around 2022 - 2023
It started with one simple ship that started my WHOLE ASS career
I became more hyperfixated, delulu, feel like I'm losing it rn, and been writing stuff down from my drafts.
How'd it start my career?
Let's just say-
I created-
Siblings AU, Stoned AU, Legendary AU,Extra ordinary 2003 AU, Switched Universe AU, Past AU, The Other Future AU, The death of his AU, SpongeTale AU, Flowers AU, Agent AU, Mermaid AU, AlterEgo AU, Changed AU, Yandere AU (for some reason back at my Yandere Simulator era), Soft Universe AU, Forced Family AU, Zombie Apocalypse AU, Detecive Partners AU, Vampire AU, This Is Us AU, Gh0stB0b AU, The C0R3 AU, Future Next Gen AU, Transition AU, VillainBob AU, VillainBob 2.0 AU, SquidGame AU (for some SquidGame inspiration...), Guardian AU, Guardian AU (human version), Elliot AU, GhostBusters AU, Reality 4th AU [escape], Band AU, MiddleSchool AU, Future AU (2023), BodyGuard AU, Siren AU, L0ST AU (2 origins meets 1 mystery), Therapy AU, Musician AU, Rich AU, Mysterious Hero AU, Barista AU, Wrestling AU, T!m3Bre@ker AU, BabySitting AU, Quarantine AU, Experiment AU, Zombie AU, Poison Gas AU, Sanity AU, DON'T FORGET AU, Actor AU, AND ALSO! SquidPlusOne|C AU!
Some of those aus seem familiar to you guys and know about it. But in my own aus they're all plotted already and have completed stories now. [I just dont really write much fics cuz I'm very hyper fixated)
When it came to my mind that I've got a unique style, interest, and purpose, I've been doing alot of these fics and also drawing mostly in general. I never post much on tumblr (to avoid giving Nasty ass spoilers from other AUs and plots from my upcoming fics...
After years of my Digital arts/Traditionals of drawing and posting it here on my account... I'd like to say... Thank you so much for supporting and I'm really happy to get to stay here even if I don't interact in much.
I'm very happy and glad that most of you guys who've stayed and look at my posts for too long are literally the bomb.
I couldn't think of anything to say but a hundreds of thank yous :3 it's been so much and I will never forget the days people liked it. And even my improvement after joining this fandom.
I'm greatful to have you guys here supporting or respect or even listen to my lores, I don't even care if I'm not popular or well known person from the fandom. I just want someone to know, listen, and understand whatever I say or explain.
For the ask if 'I'm feeling well' well the neutral but also yes. Since this is the week where it's our last quarter clearance and next 3 months I'm gonna be in 3rd year highschool now... theres just a lot going on in my personal life and I don't wanna talk it out since they're all too sensitive.
It's better for me to start working again with these fics and art requests after our clearance check from school. It's hard to focus studying alongside minding another business with this as well. I gotta study harder next school year- tho I really hope I finish those drafted ones but new ideas come into my mind and I just wanna write it down!
With that thing on the way I'll do my best depends if I still visit here...
Some of you guys might or might not read this so I'm only posting this as my announcements or- something-
If some anon or someone asks me stuff from ask box I'd be very glad to answer! I don't really mind it since I don't talk to any other people here that much-
If someone asks "Octi? Are you going to leave this fandom in the future?" I mean it depends- the community of the Spongebob Fandom sometimes doesn't get that well with other people talking toxicity and mostly in twitter- people have their dislikes of 'shipping' an asexual main character Spongebob of the show.
Pssst @swagpolicerunaway thank you for staying here and I appreciate your stay man- stay cool as always 👉👉
And @3v3ry-freckle thx for reading my fics I know u read fics according to ur description hehe I'm glad people like you also read it too heheh
I mean some people have their own headcanons with a character- even if its announced already. People have their own point of view to that.
I did promise my own account here on tumblr that I'm staying in this fandom... We wont know until the future right? I'm staying here because I felt very open to my own lore and stuff, I'm also focusing on other fandoms that are popular and my studies as well.
But eh- it never hurts to stay here it makes me feel like a whole new person!
Plus I've got new online friends and other general friends who's also like me so theres no biggie problem heheh.
As long as I'm still here I get to share my own thoughts and stuff >:]
Btw there might be a fanfic I'll publish today since it's Fathers Day
🎶Every second that you see is,
Also yes I am continuing. Too much ideas from my hyperfixation? Yes.
With that further ado I gtg do something- see ya guys sometime if I update-
Twenty-four connected pieces,
Thank you for coming,
Thank you for staying,
Thank you for watching the show.🎶
[I love this song so much makes me remind of The Owl House since it ended]
#squidbob#spongebob#spongebob squarepants#squidward#squidward tentacles#spongeward#writing#spongebob au#fandomizer25
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Heartbeat
Ch. 5, Tom and Harry and Orion [AO3]
“I am sentimental for my oldest toys, but I would hardly deny the allure of the new. So fresh; so young. I doubt you would understand—you always liked your things used,” Orion said.
“You say that as though I had a choice.” Tom exhaled the words through his teeth.
“Incorrect.” Orion took a performative sip of his drink and smiled, and he was so beautiful, so incredibly handsome, that he looked incapable of having the conversation he was currently having. Tom was doing a worse job of hiding his anger; pink creeped up his neck. “I say it to see you rile, darling.”
Tom frowned. “We’re not—”
“Not currently.”
“Not ever.”
“I have my doubts.”
Changelog:
Nearly all of this chapter is new, and it’s the first to fit that description. A few parts of the party, mostly the entrance and pleasantly-chatty bits, existed; the rest is June/July 2022 vintage. So though the idea to have a public confrontation (with the risk of an audience) has been around, the execution of it, the nature of the fight, hasn’t.
I believe the original version was going to be less overt. More in line with how Harry felt at the start, seeing Tom’s behavior as centered on Harry, but as I’ve said a few times: 2.0 is about cutting out the meandering dreck and getting to the point. Harry can be delusional, but Tom and Orion don’t carry those same delusions. They’re not really modifying their behavior much to keep up Harry’s misconceptions; why would they? They don’t… care. Harry’s the ball they bounce back and forth, not a person in his own right. So I cut the idea of forcing them to be subtle and instead let them be so familiar with one another that they don’t need full sentences or proper nouns to have a fight. They’ve had the same fight a dozen times. The patterns are known. They do it without thought or shame, and Harry, in observance, has rightly no clue what’s happening except that something obviously is.
Also, it lets Harry have a chance to feel neglected and lash out. He’s quite passive before this moment, secure in attention being on him. It’s not, anymore, and he gets petty and jealous, which is very funny to me.
I promised that in this version, I would write a lot of sex scenes. One per chapter, actually; I’m proud of that. Part of what I wanted was not just more hot sex, but something that would gain meaning as we peel back the layers of the pre-existing Tom-Orion relationship. Someone in the comments remarked upon this, and I’ll reinforce, that this is a good point to go back and reread the threesome from chapter 3.
Well, I mean—maybe you’re reading this story having read my other takes on Tom/Orion and already know what to look for. I do like that pairing. But if not, this is one big milestone, where Harry is forced to face the idea that he isn’t the primary thing connecting those two men to one another.
There’s only one more chapter to go. I’m looking forward to it, and the ways it will further complicate these three characters’ tangle of connections. That one is entirely new text, but contains the other scene that motivated this fic’s existence (the first being the threesome).
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hi! sorry for accidentally unfollowing you, i hit the wrong button. 😅
so, i’m really interested in reading your work, but i’m a bit confused as there are three different works for life in the fast lane on your ao3 page... is it okay to ask you to explain what is the difference between them? 🫣
lyra
Ah don't worry about it! These things happen 😅
And yes it's totally fine to ask about the different versions of LITFL! I do appreciate that my not knowing what was the right way to title things makes it a bit confusing. I'd been on a year long break from writing when I started the proper LITFL re-write so I was completely clueless as to if there was some kind of unspoken protocol that I needed to follow regarding re-writing my own fic and just went with what made the most sense to me as of Dec 2022. So if that's a misstep on my part then I apologise.
The oldest one dated 2017 is the original version that I am currently re-writing (that's the newest one, dated 2024).
The middle one is the first re-write that I started but gave up on since I just lost steam with it so that one can just be ignored (the only reason why it's still up is that someone left a really nice comment on it and I don't have the heart to take it down).
Because the original fic was rpf and the current re-write features all OCs, I wanted rewrite 2.0 to be it's own separate work (and to keep the original up for prosperity). But if I'm ever talking about Life In The Fast Lane on here, it's the OC version that I'm referring to (which is linked in my pinned post!)
#I apologise if that's just made things more confusing#basically the one linked in my pinned post is the one I'm currently writing and talking about here#there was so much about the original I wasn't happy with and wanted to change which is why it ended up being all OCs#asks#jackdoohan
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Fanfiction and rewrites
Hello to all the people who follow me, and to those who simply come across this in the wild. I have mentioned this before on my blog but, I have a fanfic on ao3. I am currently working on editing it for the first time, seeing as when i wrote it is was stream of thought.
The old version is still up right now if you would like to read that version, but the 2.0 version should be up soon if you would like to wait for that. I can't be sure how often i will update it as I am also working on an original novel. but if you have questions about the fan fic or the novel, I will try to answer as best as I can
link to the fanfic below.
#writeblr#my writing#writers#writers on tumblr#novel writing#writerscommunity#writing#a03 fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#archive of our own#ao3fic#alexa and katie#alexa mendoza#gwenny thompson
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So to any who have read my fic My Pup -whether it was the re-write or the original. I have a story update. I will put here exactly what i did for both of the fic posts on Ao3:
So i'm making this update because someone very recently posted a comment about a possible new chapter and figured i should let those truly invested, such as that commentor, know. There will not be another update. Not of this version of the story.
Recently i went back to re-read through the story (both the re-write and the original) and just wasn't happy with it. I've decided to revamp the entire thing and do yet another re-write. The general storyline will be the same, I promise, but there's going to be more put into it that will hopefully add to the story and make it better overall.
Once i get done with the first chapter or two i will post them but I will also be deleting both the re-write and the original version of the story not to long after the new version goes up. At most a month after they will both be gone.
I apologize to those who were waiting for the original story line or the 2.0 version to continue, but needs must and all that.
Have a nice day.
Here's the links to both versions incase anyone wants a quick re-read or to read at all:
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WIP titles game!
Thank you @lithugraph for tagging me!
Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Oh boy, this is gonna be a long one but I'm so, so excited. (I'll list them all, even if I've begun to post some of them, just for clarity and shameless self-promoting, but won't include the rewrite/2.0 /translated versions I have in mind and/or in the WIP folder). PS: I'm so pissed my computer changed the creation dates of ALL the files when I transfered them on it, because I would have included that. Some of these have been going on for far too long.
Hetalia
Ambassy AU. (The document starts with We need a damn title.) PruAus. Oneshot. 2 pages so far.
AU Pianiste. PruAus. 7 pages so far, no idea if this is a multichapter or oneshot.
(Realized an article's bibliography is saved in the WIPs folder oops lemme just change that real quick)
C'est la faute à Voltaire. FrUK. Empty document.
Champagne in Amsterdam. Ensemble cast but mostly Romano/Belgium. Long oneshot, so far 10 pages.
Château de cartes. PruAus. Fun fact: I ended up using that title for the renaming of my (only) RusPru, originally titled You give love a bad name, when I decided to post it on AO3. So yeah, need another title for this one. 2 paragraphs.
Fine dell'estate. Spamano! Started posting it last year.
Golden Sixties Are You Lonesome Tonight. FrUK. Oneshot, 2 pages so far.
Golden Sixties It's Now or Never. Spamano, Oneshot, 13 pages so far.
Golden Sixties Love Me Tender. PruAus. Oneshot, 2 pages so far.
(Those three are indeed part of a serie, I just listed them separately because this is now the official inventory of my WIPs documents™)
I bet you look good on the dancefloor (also known as Flat White and Barristas for some reason). Spamano. Three drabbles written.
I miss you (which is actually just the first line of the doc, was too lazy to come up with a title). PruAus. One dialogue so far.
I'll take the rain. PruAus. One shot, 2 pages so far.
Moderato Cantabile. PruAus, ongoing (I promise!) publication on AO3!
Nave Espacial. Spamano. 1 page.
Not another teen movie. PruAus. 3 sentences.
Old. PruAus. 4 paragraphs.
OS Noël. I think that's SuFin??? 4 lines.
Patria - PruAus aka Zeitgeist. PruAus. This is technically Patria's 13th chapter, but it was always my intention to publish it as a stand alone oneshot as well. And since it's already 32 pages long (Patria is 65 pages long so far) and I'd say it's only half of it, it looks like an even better idea!
Patria. Spamano. Ongoing publication on FF and AO3 since forever/2018.
Pirates AU. I don't even know!!! It stars England though. 2 paragraphs.
Quatre mots sur un piano. PruAusHun, this is one of my oldest projects and I can't see myself actually writing it. 5 pages.
Renaissance. Spamano. Multichapters but like 5 max (initially planned 3). 30 pages so far. First two parts available on FF.
The Berlin File Die Berlin-Akte aka The Berlin File. PruAus. Publication started on both FF and AO3, this is one of my oldest WIPs: I started this on the drafts of my phone in 2015 🙃
The Winds Are Shifting. Spamano. Also one of my oldest WIPs, even though I only wrote a paragraph so far. Oh, and wrote it as a sonnet titled Tourne le vent (which is still in my WIP folder too btw) for an assignment in first year of uni.
Vincere Tenebras. PruAus. One shot probably, 3 pages so far.
Stucky/MCU
Damn the Weather. Stucky, ongoing publication on AO3!
The Void. MCU, but mostly Stucky. Ongoing publication on AO3!
Bagginshield
Bagginshield. Lolz. 6 pages, probably multi-chaps.
Misc.
00Q - Hunt-Brandt. This is a cross over. Guess the pairings lol. Multichapters, 11 pages so far.
Hymne à l'absent. Enjoltaire. One-shot, 3 pages so far.
Selfindulgent Dark Academia Short Story. Need I say more? Exclusively OC. Inspired by my fall-winter semester in Cambridge. 2 pages so far.
You've Lost That Loving Feeling. Ethan Hunt - William Brandt (Mission: Impossible franchise), it's on AO3 and I SWEAR I'll finish it. Some day.
Waiting for asks lovely people (please)
And tagging @like-a-bucky !
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I posted 351 times in 2022
That's 351 more posts than 2021!
91 posts created (26%)
260 posts reblogged (74%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@frey-the-they
@an-ungraceful-swan
@fromthemouthofkings
@shipsgaysfordays
@too-many-fandoms-to-explore
I tagged 187 of my posts in 2022
Only 47% of my posts had no tags
#marauders era - 15 posts
#ask bel - 13 posts
#important - 11 posts
#asks - 10 posts
#marauders - 10 posts
#sirius black - 9 posts
#wolfstar - 9 posts
#remus lupin - 8 posts
#ask game - 8 posts
#the marauders - 7 posts
Longest Tag: 114 characters
#that song i was talking about is everybody talks by neon trees and its fucking amazing but noooooo i have ptsd now
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
AGHHGHGHGH I CANT
i changed this just now and the edited version is at the bottom
SO I WAS JUST SCROLLING THROUGH #wolfstar headcanons AS ONE DOES AND I GOT A CRAP TON OF PROMPT IDEAS
SO I'M GONNA WRITE MY ULTIMATE COMFORT FIC (IF THAT'S A THING) AND IT'S GONNA BE SO GOOOOOOD
AND SO
LONG, FLUFFY MARAUDERS FIC (WOLFSTAR, JEGULUS, DORLENE, ETC) WITH EVERYONEEEE (JAMES, SIRIUS, REMY, PETE (BUT PETE’S ALRIGHT AND DOESN’T KILL ANYONE), REG, LILY, MARY, MARLENE, DORCAS, PANDORA, BARTY, EVAN, ALICE, FRANK, PANDORA, (MAYBE XENO IDK IF HE WENT TO SCHOOL AT THE SAME TIME AS THEM))
THAT FADES INTO JEGULUS RAISING HARRY (LILY AS SURROGATE MOM)
THAT BECOMES DRACO HERMIONE RON AND HARRY ALL BEING CHILDHOOD FRIENDS
AND THEN DRARRY BC WHY TF NOT
BUT MOSTLY REALLY MARAUDERS
AND FLUFF
AND FRIENDS
AND GAY
AND ENDLESS CAMPING TRIPS
AND WONDERFUL
BUT NO SMUT OR ANGST
SO IF YOU'RE INTO THAT KINDA THING
WHEN I'M DONE IT (IN LIKE THREE MONTHS BC I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED IT AND I'M WORKING ON TWO OTHER STORIES RN)
I WILL SHARE THE LINK
edited version:
LONG, FLUFFY MARAUDERS FIC (WOLFSTAR, JEGULUS, DORLENE, ETC) WITH EVERYONEEEE (JAMES, SIRIUS, REMY, REG, LILY, MARY, MARLENE, DORCAS, PANDORA, BARTY, EVAN, ALICE AND FRANK)
THAT FADES INTO JEGULUS RAISING HARRY (LILY AS SURROGATE MOM) AND PANDALILY RAISING LUNA AND FRALICE RAISING NEVILLE AND EVERYONE LIVES TOGETHER
AND THEN DRACO HERMIONE HARRY LUNA AND NEVILLE ALL GROW UP AS CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND MEET GINNY AND RON
AND THEN THE REST OF THE UNEDITED VERSION STAYS THE SAME
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#4
✨the queue✨: a guide
the queue is great! it's helpful if you want to post regularly or if you have lots of posts you want to reblog but don't want to do all at once.
you can queue posts by either a) clicking the reblog button > clicking the arrow next to it once it opens the page where you can add comments > selecting 'add to queue'; or
b) going into settings > clicking on the part that says 'labs' (where tumblr has new features they're working on) > turning on 'fast queue' (this adds a new icon next to the 'reply' and 'reblog' icons where you basically reblog a post but 'add to queue' is the default).
and why would i want to post regularly, you ask? well, the more you post (and the more diverse posts you have), the more likely it is for your posts to reach more people. accurate tags help with this, too. it also helps if you need to post at a consistent schedule for whatever reason, but can't always log on at the same time every day.
if you want to queue your posts at more random times, go into labs and turn on 'queue 2.0'. this enables a more detailed way to schedule your queued posts. i had to play around with it before i found something i liked, and i suggest you do too.
that's it
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#3
*screech*
what if, and hear me out, the black family was not french, but japanese? and yes, the original idea started from a wolfstar fic tag on ao3. i forgot which one, sorry.
back to the main point. give me sirius and regulus not speaking french, but japanese. i get that french is a language of love, and all that, but i don't care. give me remus and james falling in lOVe when they hear the black brothers speaking japanese to each other.
please. someone. i'll never get around to doing it myself; do you know how many wips i have in my drafts? (answer: a lot)
16 notes - Posted November 17, 2022
#2
writing a new marauders fic where all the marauders in the afterlife react to harry's daily life (not his war stuff but like his cringe everyday stuff)
22 notes - Posted November 8, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
okay, but what if peter didn't exist and regulus was in his place and james and remus took sirius and regulus's last name and the marauders were all the blacks and they went to see walburga and were like 'hey mom!' and walburga fucking flips
173 notes - Posted September 23, 2022
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Could you answer this question? I went through a bunch of Sakura fics, many recommended by yourself (many good ones, thanks for your excellent taste!) but I also explored on my own, which is how this question spurred. I was wondering why so many ppl want Sakura to have wood release? &, because it's been a while so my memory's foggy, wasnt wood release sort of a bloodline thing? They had to infuse Hashirama's cells w/ Yamato for him to use it. It seems a little...I guess radical to give it to her? I LOVE Sakura, which is exactly why it kind of throws me off. I think she's already strong as is, & I think being able to utilize genjutsu & slug sage mode are logical expansions of her abilities, so wood release seems very...Idk how to put it but it seems like erasing Sakura. I'm discovering that I truly really dont think I like BAMF Sakura fics a lot bc it just doesnt read AS Sakura. It's like the author's are ashamed of her. Also I dislike when they use Strong!Sakura as a tag on ao3 bc she IS strong that HASNT changed & there's a canonical version of BAMF!Sakura in everything before the Pein arc. Everything after the Pein arc turned the entire series in a bad fanfiction for everyone in itself.
Thank you, I'm happy to know you enjoyed my recs!
That's a good question.
This is what I think makes Sakura badass ➡ here
I love Sakura the way she is, as well. Her development, however, is lacking not in terms of her personality but her skillset. She has impressive chakra control, monstrous strength and is one of the two frontline medics and one of the best healers in the world. She has impressive feats under her belt as well, two of the most remarkable include her byakugo seal and her fight with Sasori alongside Chiyo. But it pales in comparison to her teammates, including Sai and Kakashi. I don't mind that too, because her journey is different than others, excluding Lee and possibly Tenten. She isn't seen much involved in fights, her attacks are repetitive in the show, she isn't bestowed many techniques under her belt and her best moments are in games and novels. It is not her character's fault but Kishimoto who just doesn't use her strength and intelligence which he (and other characters) have mentioned she has.
She is genjutsu type – but has she ever performed one, or even gotten out of one easily? Whats the use of such information if Kishimoto doesn't use it?
She has near perfect chakra control – she should be easily able to perform many techniques and practice different elements, especially water, but earth style and cloning is what we mostly ever see her use.
She has good foundation in Taijutsu – and that should increase her stamina and therefore her chakra coils, and that in turn will ensure she is able to use many techniques.
Her medical and research skills are only next to Tsunade – and we wish to see her revolutionize the medical field which she has but in Borutoverse. That is time skip. That doesn't really relive you much.
She has resistance to mind jutsus, thanks to her inner personality – and theoretically she should be able to even evade strong genjutsus like she did Ino's clan technique (something never been done before) but Kishimoto only used that incredible ability once. ONCE.
She has massive chakra storage and exceptional chakra control and sensitivity – she should be able to master Senjutsu, a field which is all about chakra. Anything that has to do with chakra control is Sakura's playground.
She is more or less an unofficial poison expert – but we didn't see her playing with poison expertly (a poison that even Suna's poison experts failed to break) after Gaara's retrieval arc.
She is the smart and responsible one of team 7 – but Kishi often makes her look both stupid and selfish. We don't see her use her intelligence much. I hate that more than her lacking in the expansion of the skills.
She trained under a political leader – that itself makes her and Shizune great administrators and governors. So, out of everyone, Sakura is the one of the best Hokage material. Hokage is said to be the strongest fighter of the village but that requirement failed us when Tsunade became the fifth Hokage.
She has yin seal – the strongest seals one can make, in their own body no less. It also shows her expert control of her chakra. She can summon one of the big 3 summons. Sealing is more or less code that requires high intelligence and great chakra control that can be fused into the ink. As far as I can tell, she is one of the best candidates to learn Fuinjutsu.
With all these possibilities of her growth – because it is not something we make up but something Kishi has implied she has but never explored – how can one not exploit it? It doesn't mean one doesn't love Sakura for who she is but that its because they love her that they want to give her what she has the right to. She doesn't have to be expert at something to be powerful, just her putting her skills to best use is admirable as it is. I love Sakura for who she is and who she could be.
Now, onto the question as to why people seem to favour giving Sakura wood release, this are the following reasons that I think could be it:
Does it have to be bloodline limit?
Kishimoto gave Hashirama a unique bloodline limit that apparently cannot be inherited by any other Senju. That defeats the purpose of bloodline limit. What makes Senju clan so different? Without Hashirama in the picture, you cannot distinctly identify a Senju clan member aside from their strong chakras. Tobirama is identified for his water techniques. Tsunade has perfect control of her chakra that allowed her to exhibit monstrous strength and incredible healing abilities. How come wood release is a bloodline limit but is not passed down the line?
It is complicated because Tsunade is also renowned for her perfect chakra control just like Hashirama. So, some stories make Sakura a secret Senju clan member because of her uncanny resemblance to Tsunade and Senju clan in general. Pink hair can be a diluted version of Red (Mito) and her chakra control originating directly from Hashirama's lineage.
I personally don't like this because I love Sakura being a civilian child.
It's not a bloodline limit:
So, assuming wood release is not a bloodlimit but a very hard technique requiring precise chakra control and mastery of dual elements Earth and Water, then it is possible for Sakura to practice same technique because of her prodigious chakra control. By that logic, we can also assume that Tenzo inherited Hashirama's unique chakra control to use wood release. Because Orochimaru could have used Tsunade's DNA too if it was only about clan blood. So that rules out bloodline limit.
I love the idea of Sakura practising wood release because it is possible for her to do so. So if an author gives Sakura wood release that she hones with practice and control (ref. fanfic: Labyrinthine) instead of having been gifted with it, I'm digging it.
Nature chooses the wood user:
Naruto universe has many references to spiritual entities such as gods/goddesses, reincarnation and celestial bodies. It is conceivable to make nature an ethereal entity that has its own will. Sakura looks like the embodiment of spring with her petal hair and green eyes, and Hashirama can be compared to wood with his warm personality and appearance, these attributes can make them look distinctly attractive to nature. No other characters remind me strongly of nature than these two so I suppose they can be uniquely selected to be blessed this ability. Tenzo's abilities is the result of human experiment by Orochimaru who always cheats on nature so he is an exception.
I only like this because I like the idea of Sakura being Nature's child.
Most stories that I love don't give her a special edge and only give her more techniques under her arsenal. It is very rarely that I love an OCC Sakura who has a bloodline, a clan or godlike abilities.
After Pein's arc, Naruto turned into a joke. Everyone in team 7 (barring Sakura, Sai and Yamato) and long list of antagonists seemed to get power ups left and right. Sakura got hers in the last moment as a last ditch effort to reunite team 7 as one, a moment that felt so hasty that I couldn't take the show seriously at all. I was so disappointed with the whole war arc. I cringe just thinking about it. I sometimes think if it would have been better for everyone to just die with happily ever after in their mind. That would be tragic but a fitting end because Madara became too OP and Kaguya ridiculously so.
The reason people add 'Strong', 'BAMF', 'Smart' prefixes before Sakura is the reason why people add extra qualities to Sakura's character. They are not satisfied with how Sakura handles herself in fights and many base her fights with the one she had with Sasori. After that, did you see her actively participating in any major fight, barring her attempts to make a score on sidelines? Usually, these fanfictions also justify why she is Tsunade 2.0, something the Naruto failed to show.
By the way, many stories have BAMF tag for Shikamaru, Naruto and Sasuke as well. Are they not already strong af? They don't use Strong tag for them though, and that's because their fighting prowess is already seen. Shikamaru is not much of a fighter as much as he is a strategist and a leader. He is a cool and sly character. Naruto and Sasuke have flashy moves with flashy names under their belt with absurd power levels that puts them in god tier. Sakura has none of that – no signature move that is uniquely her, no clan to back her, no move with a name (barring game moves) – and she is seen useless because she is a healer which is a non-offensive, background job even if it is the most crucial and taxing job. It's significance is even more reduced when people point out how her work is futile because they are again sent to the fight/missions once they are up to go. Most fans only care for visual aesthetics, regardless of how rare and in-demand medics are because of the lack of qualified people who can muster and use medical chakra properly.
Sakura is more than just a healer but in canon she is more or less reduced to that. To make things worse for her, both Ino and Hinata are also shown to have healing techniques. They both also have clan techniques (vastly unknown) with them which makes them appear more 'useful'. Sakura is literally in the shadow of her mentor and her friends.
In Boruto, she is said to be the most powerful Kunoichi of her generation and quite possibly the greatest medic in the world but in Shippuden it is severely undermined. This is also why Boruto fans love Sakura but a bunch of Shippuden fans don't.
I mostly don't judge BAMF/Strong Sakura fanfictions, but I mostly avoid Anbu Sakura fanfictions if I can because I personally don't belive Sakura to be an Anbu material.
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I want to add more, but I think I got my point across. Thank you for reading this far. I hope I answered your question adequately.
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Ikemen Vampire - Mozart/OC
for Fluffbruary Day 7 - Prompt(s): routine by @fluffbruary and Be my Valentine 2.0 Prompt 14: "I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much." by @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767
Mozart always plays for his girlfriend when it is raining, but when she is so anxious their usual routine doesn't seem enough, he choses a song from her time to try and calm her down.
Fic's creation note: I wrote most of my fics listening to piano versions of Song of Storms and Zelda's Lullaby from Zelda Ocarina of Time. When it came to my IkeVamp fics, I couldn't take the image of Mozart being the one playing, so I ended up writing this.
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When people said that size didn’t matter, they were usually referring to other people’s height. For Amy, though, the size of a place didn’t matter when it had a high chance of danger being around the corner, or when it was raining.
Amy actually loved rain. For a few hours, especially at night. Both the sound and scent of the rain were pleasant, good to read a good book or to sleep to. Wonderful weather for something warm and sweet too, and for listening to her boyfriend playing the piano - not that she wouldn’t do it at any other available time, but there was something different during rainy days.
But after about a week of nearly nonstop rain, Amy’s mind was filled with dreadful scenarios - most of them irrational, she always realized later - and she felt caged and in the suspense of awaiting an unknown enemy to jump at her as soon as she lowered her guard.
By the third day, she had been banned from work, for a number of small incidents involving the other residents, because she was both distracted and jumpy enough to turn anything into a mess that created more work for Sebastian than helped him, so she had taken to spend nearly all hours of the day by Mozart’s side.
Was she bothering him? Amy thought so occasionally, but she could make up to him later. His presence was calming for the next two days, his music soothing during the next one but, by the end of the week, the rain had grown into a storm and Amy felt more like it was the end of the world. It looked like the rain would never stop; like the sky would open up in a black hole and destroy everything, or like the wind would form a giant tornado…
If she was calm, Amy would have laughed at how these ideas were fit for plots for an apocalypse story. But the unknown enemy is often scarier than the one people already expected. That was how she kept her calm down through a lot of situations, by being steps ahead of any potential harm to her or the surrounding people.
Some things were impossible to predict, though, especially nature. Weather prediction wasn’t one hundred percent accurate, even in her original time. And, for reasons she couldn’t remember, Amy had always feared an unknown supernatural twist to things.
Considering her boyfriend was a vampire, why wouldn’t other unknown powers exist out there, while most normal people thought them myths? Like a mage that could control the weather, for example.
Why would any creature, or whatever it may be, be interested in attacking her, though? But logic didn’t chase the feeling of dread away.
Speaking of making it rain, the sound of a familiar song reached her in the middle of her own storm. A song that reminded her of the old days, in another place, another time. This was what she missed most of home, these little fictional worlds. Books were great, but Amy loved the feeling of interactivity of a game. Not that she would have traded her new life for anything.
Why did that single song calm her? Not because it reminded her of home, for sure. Part because she could recognize her boyfriend’s touch in this new arrangement, because he clearly had made it for her, a source of good nostalgia with a touch of her new home. Part because this particular song felt like it could be the source of the storm and the calm at the eye of the hurricane. It made her feel safe while the rest of the world raged. Trapped, yes, but more into a protective shield than into the only hiding place from a fast approaching disaster.
Amy closed her eyes, humming along, absorbing the sounds, letting them take her mind and her. They felt warm, like her boyfriend’s embrace. She wasn’t deserving of such a gift after she ended up ignoring him to drown in her own nightmares.
She would make sure to thank and make it up to him later.
Mozart observed his girlfriend as she approached the window with tense movements and sighed. She’d been pacing around for about an hour by then.
It was their routine on rainy days to spend the day together, most of it in the music room. The first time he’d noticed her anxiety, that she usually hid so well, Mozart had made her get a break from work and she told him about her anxiety.
Amy had these anxious reactions to any space she felt trapped in, and although she loved a few hours of rain, if it went for too long she felt shut off from the world, like being stranded on an island.
As she grew up, she had managed to lesser actual panic attacks with a mix of small distractions and a fight response when these were interrupted. Fight instead of flight response, behaviors she could give other excuses for as a defensive mechanism.
With him, though, she was quick to admit to these and let them go, and Mozart felt out that his presence, or, if she was too anxious or when she was working but could hear it, his music, were enough of a distraction to soothe her.
After a few days, though, Amy grew more and more paranoid about an irrational and unidentified danger. Her reactions to surprise had turned somewhat aggressive. Not on purpose, as she would quickly catch herself and apologize, not before nearly attacking some of the other residents, which resulted in Sebastian suspending her from the house chores.
That was for the best. Mozart would rather have his girlfriend by his side in these situations, back to their little routine. He would play the piano and Amy would sit by his side, reading. She only left to grab something to eat, coming back with warm coffee and some chocolates.
When the rain turned into a storm, though, Amy had started panicking. It was the first time he’d seen her in that state, and Mozart wasn’t sure what to do.
His current solution was music. Something that would evoke the right feelings. Something special for her.
Although Mozart had something he was sure would work, he chose to try a theory he’d been working on.
Amy had that song she said to be from her time that she was always humming on rainy days and sometimes played on her violin. She adjusted the rhythm to suit the rain’s mood, but Mozart himself quite liked the calmer version that he found fitting for most weathers and environments, and he had been composing a personal arrangement of the song.
A song just for the two of them that reminded her of home pleasantly.
Not long after the song started, Amy visibly relaxed, and she started humming along. She didn’t move from her spot by the window, but that was already an improvement. Soon her voice joined the song, serene and melodious, but hesitant, like she didn’t quite remember the words of the song, but they were fitting for the atmosphere.
Only after the song ended was that she turned to face him with a soft smile and walked up to the piano, sitting by his side.
“Sorry,” Amy said almost immediately.
That was the last thing Mozart expected her to say.
“What for?”
“You were worried about me and I ignoring you. Sometimes I can be such an idiot.”
“Yes, you can.” Amy pouted, giving him an indignated look. “But not for this, even if you kept giving ridiculous reasons to be afraid. Fear isn’t always something rational, or something you always understand.”
There was little Mozart did fear himself, but, even before they started dating, Amy had always supported him through these moments, sometimes even hiding that she was afraid, herself.
“Thank you.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “The song was beautiful, too.”
“Beautiful enough to calm you, it seems.”
“Well, that wasn’t just the music. It was because it was you playing. Because you took the time you had to make your own music to create something that was only for me, instead. And you could do it because you had been paying attention to me, to minor things you didn’t need to.”
“Of course I pay attention to you. You seem to get in trouble whenever I don’t.”
This time, Amy only shook her head and laughed.
“I’m not that helpless, but at least I know if I ever do get into trouble, you’ll know.”
Yes, Amy was more careful and independent than he was giving her credit for, but sometimes she didn’t seem so.
“Maybe. But you are more like yourself when you seem like I need to watch you.”
Amy blushed when he caressed her cheek, giving her a small smile.
“Then play for me one more time, please.”
Mozart gave her a soft kiss before turning his attention back to the piano, giving in to her request.
The song hadn’t ended when Amy leaned into him and soon was snoring light, signs that she was really tired.
Mozart stopped playing, both because she wasn’t listening and because the position made it difficult, and observed her.
Amy looked so soft and innocent when she was asleep, almost like she wasn’t real, but a dream.
“Of course I’ll always look after you, Meine Liebe, even when we both think I don’t need to, because you are important to me. Before I met you, I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much. I didn’t even think I would love someone. Now you have become my light, my inspiration, my life, and you’ll always be.”
Even in her sleep, a smile formed on Amy’s lips as if she’d heard him, but her breathing, now even, told him she hadn’t woken.
Maybe he needed to say these things aloud more when she was awake, even if he knew she understood his feelings without the need for words, although she never asked him to. Maybe because she never asked of him more than she thought he was comfortable with.
Maybe when she woke up. For the moment, Mozart shifted his position carefully to pick his girlfriend up to put her somewhere more comfortable, and maybe where no one would walk in on them, because he couldn’t help but smile back whenever he looked at her.
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