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[magentamangowrites]

Hello!!! Welcome to my fanfiction account!!! You can call me mango

Here I'll be posting fanfics from my ao3 account @/magenta_mango

https://archiveofourown.org/users/magenta_mango/pseuds/magenta_mango

My requests are currently open, and I write for The Pitt, Ghost, the 141, bg3, arcane, criminal minds, and repo the genetic opera

Currently working on a masterlist

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

some people will be like “I wonder why fanfic writers don’t share their works anymore😔” and then this is them when a writer is kind enough to share something they write — as a hobby, for their own enjoyment — with them for free.

some people really don’t realize how privileged they are that they get fanfics for free. imagine having access to something for free because someone is kind enough to share it with you… and then being rude, entitled and an ungrateful pos to that person who was kind enough to share their creation with you for free

“almost 1 year is a lil too much for me” fuck off. fanfic writers don’t owe you anything. one of my favorite fics was updated after 13 years, and what I did is that I thanked the author for choosing to continue the work, I didn’t act like a spoiled toddler by asking why they didn’t update sooner. and even if a writer chooses to abandon their fic permanently with no explanation, that is their choice, their hobby, their decision. they don’t owe your entitled ass anything.

you people let tiktok rot your brains to the point you see everything as content farm and engagement. not a piece of art created by the artist’s love and passion. it’s dystopian.

[brainstreams]

[brainstreams]

Don't use AI to write. Use cocaine like a real author.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

some people don’t deserve fanfics, much less for free.

also even if authors didn’t tag any specific warnings but they used the “creator chose not to use archive warnings” tag, then that is your warning.

“omg you should’ve —” no one forced your entitled ass to read anything. fanfic writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. if you don’t like what you’re reading, quietly leave. ao3 is not an airport. no one cares about your departure so no need to announce it.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

sometimes I’m reminded that there are still people who don’t know ao3 was literally created by incest shippers — and the site’s sole purpose is to 1. be completely against censorship and 2. host all kinds of dark, taboo fics that are banned on other platforms — and the first ever fic that was posted on ao3 was a fic about an incest ship from supernatural.

you are in the house that was created by freaks. for freaks (affectionate). every disgusting thing you can think of is rightfully allowed and welcomed on ao3, because they are exactly the reasons why ao3 was created in the first place.

ao3 was created because its creators got tired of censorship, they got tired of dark and taboo fics getting banned on pro-censorship platforms, and they wanted a place that was safe for ALL FICS THAT WERE DARK AND TABOO.

ao3’s main principle is being against censorship and being proship / profic.

there are some things in fiction that make me uncomfortable, but instead of shaming people who are just minding their own business and not harming anyone in real life, I choose to curate my own internet experience by blocking/muting what I don’t want to see. ao3 has excellent tagging system, so instead of being a bitch, use their tagging system properly and you won’t see the things you don’t want to see.

it’s your job to curate what you see. it’s not other people’s jobs or responsibilities to censor themselves for your personal comfort. the world does not revolve around you.

also you cannot censor “only the things you personally hate” without expecting everything else, that isn’t of conservative beliefs, to be censored too. because censorship is a slippery slope and a fascist tool. I promise you there are people who think “why do tags for queer love even exist on ao3? they’re grooming children”.

if you allow the things that you hate to be censored — because someone with enough power gets to control what other people can and cannot create/consume, it will not stop at the things that you hate.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

some fics really make me feel this deep in my heart man fanfics are so amazing. I love fanfics

[dwidkwite]

smut, afab!reader, cuck!price and cocky!simon.

price could be an asshole sometimes, he knew it. and you knew it too. he always made you cry during arguments, storming out of your shared place by slamming the door and only coming home the next morning with an apology and some flowers.

you always forgave him, much to his surprise.

but today was different, he had been really mean and price knew that he messed up badly this time. he hated how he could be when angry.

"i forgive you" price eyes looked up to you, a hint of hope in it.

"are ya serious ?" he asked with his rough voice, his heart beating a little faster. he released the breath he didn't even realize he was holding when you nodded yes. you opened your mouth, "one condition" you looked at the floor, "I want to spend one night with lieutnant riley." price cringed at the way you said his name, bliking at you with big incredulous eyes.

"she really said tha' ?" price hated simon's smug smirk, the man visibly flattered by his captain's woman's wish. "who am I to disappoint the missus"

price hated even more watching you and simon have sex, even though he insisted on being here.

your body was smashed against the mattress, the bed hitting the wall as the lieutnant's hips roughly pounded into you. you were enjoying it, john knew by the loud moans that were uncontrollably leaving your mouth. he saw how you tried to hide it at first, probably in order to not make your husband insecure ; however as simon fucked you dumb, you became a moaning and drooling mess.

price clenched his jaw as he watched you both make out, he couldn't help but observe intently how simon's angry cock would thrust in and out of your pink pussy, all slick with the previous orgasms you had.

"gonna cum..." you whimpered pathetically as you shut your eyes, your nails piercing the lieutnant's back. a whimper escaped you as you felt simon's hand come rub your clit to help you climax, the delicious feeling making your toes curl.

after you came, price watched you lay on your shared bed, completely cock drunk. he completely ignored the cocky expression simon had on his face.

"next time don't be a dickhead, captain" price mentally cursed as the lieutnant walked out of the room, enjoying the situation too much for his liking.

[sweetheartedbylust]

remmick (sinners) NSFW headcannons

hey hoes, we already know every month i have a new hyper fixation. so here we are. hope y’all like em :3

- we already know this man is going to eat you out during your period. that is a given. he can smell you from miles away. and by the time he gets to you, you have about ten minutes before he is lapping at your pussy with his hands digging into the meat of your thighs

- definitely has some sort of a predator- prey kink, loves the thrill of chasing you down. when he gets his sights on you. you are never getting away.

- he’s obviously going to nip and bite at you, probably won’t turn you fully but will most definitely nip at you. probably when your pinned under him, while he is still slamming into you.

- he can beg, beg to manipulate you. or he can actually be genuine. not often though. he strikes me as a switch, but he will probably want to secretly take over. say for instance, your ordering him around and suddenly. he gets an idea of how to get you right where he wants you. you best believe he’s going to get you there. probably flipping the roles when your weak- barely expecting it.

- loves when you cry and beg. loves it. god he loves it. he will overstimulate you, and that can range from making you beg for him to go easy or begging him to let you cum.

“don’t cry like that baby..i’m gonna make you feel so good”

- he’s definitely not immune from drawing blood from you. probably nipping too hard and then profusely apologizing. (he’s not that sorry, he loves it)

- loves to fill you up, he’s definitely more traditional in the fact that he views sex as something sacred. even when his more vampire- non human characteristics come through

- so possessive, like this man is so fucking possessive of you. because why would he let anyone else touch his baby..

- will probably cage you in after sex, keeping you close to him. especially if it’s something serious and he actually likes you.

- he also loves to brush the hair out of your face and tell you how pretty you are. (a very rare sight of his sweeter side)

-

[i-smoke-chapstick]

"Mmm. Keep cryin' darlin', makes you tighter." He grits out through his teeth. "You- hah, you like it, yeah?" He shakes his head at himself loosing his own composure. "Told you I'd fuck the god out of you. We ain't done yet."

Remmick huffs above you, claws digging into your throat, hips pistoning into yours. The half-smirk he wears has been dipping all night, sweat dampening his brow. He's been switching between babbling incoherently and mouthing off the whole night.

He watched you like he was starved. And maybe he was- but not for food. Not for blood. For the one thing your daddy always said was sacred. Private.

Daddy told you men like him were the devil. All they wanted- the sweet little preachers daughter. Remmick's fingers hook around the lace on your church dress. Cock pumping deliciously inside you. Your daddy was right. The devil was awfully pretty.

The devil was also awfully persistent. He'd want to consume you- not just your soul, but something deeper. From the root inside you. Not just your womanhood. Your love.

"Shit," He murmurs, pleased, struggling between breaths. "This what you wear to your...ah-...Sunday service? Thought good little girls covered up. You wore this for m-me, yeah?" He toys with the straps, before diving down to your neck. Licking. Sucking. Before biting gently.

When you squeal, he chuckles breathlessly, before groaning when you clench around him. He makes a noise that's borderline animalistic- and you briefly wonder if your daddy ever taught you if even the devil could lose his composure.

Effectively, he can. Because even as he presses you against the wall, caged, trapped like a flightless bird- all you have to do is reach up and tug on his hair. And he hisses in raw pleasure, body tensing up, fangs protruding so far he has to bare them so it doesn't hurt him.

"Fu-fuck-, lo-love you-" He stutters out, claws clenching tighter around the base of your throat.

But daddy never told you the devil would whisper those three little words. Daddy never told you he'd kiss you so gently you'd cry. Daddy never told you the devil would knock on your window every night, beggin' to be let in, just to recite Irish poems and prayers while you sleep in his arms.

"Say it- please darlin', say it back," He tries to demand, but it sounds more desperate than anything. He's close. He's so close, holding on tight. He's pleading with you. You feel the heat building up inside you. The way his fangs struggle against your pulse point, drool slipping down, holding back. Forcing his mouth to pucker into kisses instead of biting.

"I love you." You whisper. If this is how the devil loves, you think you'd rather burn forever then ever let him go.

And when you cum, it’s violent. Blinding. You scream his name- not God’s. And Remmick whispers yours all the same, pawing at you, eyebrows scrunched together as he finishes deep inside. He doesn't let go. He never let's go.

His voice his hoarse when he just barely pulls away to look you in the eye. His chest rises and falls with each heavy breath.

"Let me- let me stay like this- inside you, lovin’ you, bein’ yours- please. Just a little longer. Just a little longer, okay?” He strings together, giving you those eyes. His clawed finger lifting to your lip, tracing the contours, gaze flitting down to watch your mouth part as you speak.

When you give him the go ahead, nodding, body exasperated, he inhales with a shaky smile. He presses a light, chaste kiss to your temple, breathing you in.

You close your eyes, feel him throb sweetly inside you, and think maybe Heaven isn’t up above. Maybe it’s bloody, needy, and whispering your name in the dark.

[softaestluv]

dad’s best friend!Simon who’s got you crying in his arms over your most recent breakup, rubbing your back, and murmuring in your ear how he can make it all better.

Won’t you let him make it all better, sweetheart?

You don’t entirely know what he means, but this is your third break up this year and you’re starting to think something’s wrong with you because all your friends have more success in their dating life’s. You trust Simon, he’d never do anything to hurt you after all. You’re just so tired, eyes puffy from crying so much and you do just want to feel better again, so you nod, whispering a quiet plea.

You didn’t expect to be laid out across your bed with his fingers in your panties soon after, covering your face, and squeezing your thighs shut when he starts to slide them off your hips. And he just cooes how he knows you so well, that you don’t have to be embarrassed with him.

Won’t you let him see your pretty pussy, baby? He just wants you to feel good.

[cod-indulgences]

König whose cock is so big- so long, unbelievably fat and heavy- that he can't fit it inside you. He can spend hours fucking your pussy open on his tongue and fingers and it just isn't enough.

Instead, he works just the head inside, so you can clench down on it, thighs open around his lap as you kneel over him, a little vibe in your fingers for your clit, and he strokes himself off as you use the tip of his cock like a plug, thighs trembling, braced against his chest and groping a heavy fat pec while you moan.

The first time you come on him he moans, jerking himself harder with the slick you squeeze down his cock, and watches with his lips parted and panting as you circle your clit with the vibe and turn it up, pushing your orgasm further, so that you shudder and moan into another, and another- fluttering pussy on the head of his cock and the buzzing vibe, your skin heating and so soft against his, a mutual masturbation that feels more intimate than any attempt he's made to force his cock into a wet hole-

He comes with a groan and his hips buck up, pushing against you, his cockhead slipping free to pump cum all over your fingers and clit, the vibe slipping back and forth, and you shout and come a final time as your hips jerk and flutter.

[llliissyyy]

Simon taking in stray animals everytime he is on leave and finding them a perfect forever home.

At the moment he is fostering a white kitten that screams at him in the early hours of the day to get its food.

The little kitten being so loud that even his cute neighbour has heard it.

So now reader comes over every other day with sweet treats for the small kitten and also some for Simon.

Simon especially likes the sweet treat between readers legs.

[tarawitht]

This is your daily reminder that canon Shane Hollander never showed any sings of ´femininity’ as a social concept. Never showed any child like quirks. Had a lot of close friends and bagged some hot people. Is very horny and foul mouthed and out freaked Ilya multiple times.

So yeah, I don’t know why a part of this fandom likes to feminize or infantilise him.

[graywrenhart]

“God,” Nina sighs, leaning over her desk. “He just walks like it’s heavy, doesn’t he?”

You hum in agreement, one arm slung lazily over holster as you watch Simon Riley stride past.

The two of you stare after him appreciatively, like you’re admiring a prize stallion cross the pasture. His broad frame moves with such a fluid confidence, a quiet strength that makes his weighty kit look light as a feather.

“No, seriously,” you mutter, watching that slight pinch in his waist as he shifts his weight. Woof. “Body tea.”

You both snicker to yourselves, but Ghost freezes mid-step. His mask whips towards you, silencing you immediately. 

“D’you say somethin’ about tea?”

You snort, laughing again as you turn back to Nina. “Fuckin’ brits.”

[succubusvalentine]

𝗦𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗥𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝟭𝟴+

Simon had learned over the years to keep his voice down during sex—finding it embarrassing that a hulking man like him would whine like a bitch during sex.

Foolishly, he didn't change his habit when he got with you. Believing the quiet grunts he would allow to be enough for you. Like the other women he'd been with.

God, it was pissing you off.

He didn't account for the fact you'd lost most of your hearing. You never wore your hearing aids during sex because the itch of them wouldn't allow you to concentrate.

Simon was a fantastic lover—gave you exactly what you needed, had you coming until you couldn't fucking think anymore. But he just wouldn't make any sound. You know you should've been used to guys not making sounds by now at your big grown age, though you got your hopes up with Simon.

Simon was holding back his moans as he fucked into your perfect pussy, thrusting at that perfect angle that made you keen—Only allowing quiet masculine sounds to rumble from his chest.

But you finally had enough of seeing his mouth part, while being unable to hear anything.

"Simon," you pant, grabbing his jaw roughly "fucking moan, goddammit. I can't fucking hear you."

Simon stilled, looking down at you with flushed cheeks. "Y'sure? Didn't think women liked I' when a man makes noise."

"Need to hear you." you whispered, grinding your hips upwards impatiently.

Simon finally broke down that wall in his mind, leaning down to your good ear and letting out a loud groan, thrusting frantically. His big meaty paws clawing at you.

"Fuck!" Simon babbled "Feels so good, so tight. So so so tight."

You gasp at how loud he was being—getting what you always wanted from a lover.

"y'don't get it. Wanna be inside you all the time. Just wanna fill you over and over and over." He groaned, his hips becoming erratic and needy as he brings a hand to your clit—desperate to get you off before he came himself.

Your nails clawed down his muscular back, leaving red streaks in their wake. But the unrestrained whimper Simon let out in response?

You were coming with a squeal, locking your legs around his hips as he fucked his come inside you.

"Don't" you pant "You ever hold those sounds back again."

Simon huffed, wrapping his arms around you. "'s embarrassing, love."

"I just came harder than I ever have in my life, you can handle some embarrassment."

You stash the fact Simons softening cock twitched inside you at the thought of being embarrassed for later. Fucking pathetic thing, your boyfriend.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

Buy my cat a treat? (•˕ •マ.ᐟ

[scoobywrites690]

I like my men to be whiny lil bitches

[the-palelady]

remember when i said i was trying to quit smoking…

…yeahhh

anyway ghost has a cigarette settled between his chapped lips all while staring up at you. you’re riding him, although your movements are sloppy.

one massive hand sits atop your thigh, relaxed but every so often he gives it an encouraging squeeze cause “you’re doing such a good job for me, darlin’”

you’re sensitive. barely able to sit up straight as your pubic bone grinds against the patch of hair at the base of his cock. he’s buried so deep you don’t know where you end and he begins.

he has a hand resting behind his head, his biceps and the fat of his arms bulging each time he tenses. your inner walls drag along a vein that makes his eyes almost roll back into his skull.

“tha’s it…tha’s my girl. use me. i know that pussy’s missed me. let’s make sure she gets her fill.”