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Primal Dissonance

Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

So anon was like:

And since I’m total ass at writing short drabbles, or maybe it’s because they called me senpai, I ended up with a whole-ass fic. This took a different route than planned but I hope you enjoy, anon!

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Dubcon, Pheromones, Mindbreak, Feral Hawks, Rough and Public Sex, Tit Abuse. This totally isn’t as dark as it sounds.

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Hawks has been getting noisy. Not in the usual sense; he’s always a motormouth. No, he’s been making sounds that you’ve never heard him make.

At first you thought he was sick and something was irritating his throat, but on one occasion when you offered him water after hearing the sound, he almost looked offended. You concluded that it wasn’t an illness.

You later noticed that the noise often happens when it’s just the two of you together. During late night movie viewings at his place, he’d hold you close and release a constant hum, the vibrations from his chest and wings soothing enough to make you drift into sleep in his arms. You never saw the look of disappointment in his face as he decided to cuddle you for the rest of the night.

Just a few days later, he spots you during one of his patrols and presents you with a surprise expensive gift. A ruby pendant, the same brilliant shade as his feathers, was placed around your neck by gentle gloved hands.

“Hawks—why—what did I do to deserve this?” You asked while your eyes reflected the gemstone’s sparkles.

“Just wanted to give a pretty gift to my pretty girl.” He gave you a kiss, and waves of soft hums leave his mouth and into yours, flowing through your body, stimulating all of your nerves and triggering pleasant shivers. One makeout session later, and you both pull back to lock eyes. He’s looking at you expectantly, but you don’t even know what the hell he’s expecting.

You look to the side awkwardly. “Thank you, Hawks. It’s beautiful, but I…don’t have anything to give in return. This was a complete surprise, after all.”

His eye twitches, but he smiles and embraces you. “That’s fine, chickadee.”

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Definitely recommend you listening to the linked song while reading this one. :)

“Hot damn,” he’s circling you with his compliments. You let him get a good look twirling and posing. “You look absolutely stunning,” he pretends to burn his hand on your hip as he reaches for you.

“Always the gentleman,” you giggle letting Keigo wrap his arm around you and guide you into the restaurant. He kisses your neck gently briefly whispering in your ear how delicious you looked. Suppressing the knot your stomach immediately tied, you push his face away.

“If you behave, just this once, you might even get a bite,” you bite the air at him. He pretends to flinch returning to your side. In your banter, you didn’t notice the host opening the doors to you and Keigo. He gestures for you both to proceed to your reserved table.

“Milady,” Keigo extends his arm to you walking you to the table he specifically chose.

“Wow,” the restaurant felt more like a dining hall. The lights were huge, ornate and far too beautiful. From the simple yet elegant decor to the attentive staff, something had to be up.

“For you,” he pulls out your chair smiling to himself. He couldn’t get his mind off how stunning you looked and that smile... he almost cleared the restaurant to take you right on the table...but not tonight. Not yet.

“Thank you,” lifting your dress, you sit letting him push the chair in for you.

“So what’s the occasion? You get me out here all dolled up for you and no clue what for.”

“Well,” he couldn’t stop grinning to bother pretending to be smooth, “we’ve been together so long I wanted to do something special. For you. For us,” he reached across the table to hold your hand. The warmth was always a comfort to him and he longed for it as soon as he lost it.

“Oh,” the flush of your cheeks didn’t stand a chance in the glimmer from the lights.

“I’ve got three gifts for you tonight, but first, we should eat. You’re gonna need your energy.” Two waitstaff immediately appeared nestling your plates in between one another dropping glasses, silverware, and plates alike.

“Oh, thank you so much,” they nodded and as quickly as they appeared, exited.

The meal proceeded in the sweetest way. He had thought of everything you liked and it was prepared the way you wanted. The small talk, albeit normal, was so much more special. Your heart thudded in your chest excited for the next gift, but even more so that he wanted to give you so much. The treat of the night didn’t stop at the suit he had donned for the night nor the restaurant he reserved, not the compliments and not even the tender way he smiled at you across the table. His hand didn’t leave yours the whole meal like he was afraid if he let go, you’d float away.

The food was done and small talk had dissipated to a silence indicative of the next stage.

“Alright, song bird,” he stands dusting off crumbs, “first gift.” His grin was so proud you couldn't hide the excitement. He walked up to the stage next to your table, grabbed the mic, and looked out to the vacant audience.

“Ladies and gentletables, I hope you’ve enjoyed your evening of food and festivities, but there is a main event I’d like to present to you,” he turns to you, locking his gleaming eyes on yours. The world melted away with his words...with his attention.

“This is for you, baby bird,” he clears his throat and begins a soft tune. The piano picks up in the background, but the sound existed only for Keigo’s voice to carry it. His voice took on a deep and smooth melody that wrapped you in silk and memories. The nights you had spent in each other's company and the days you spent longing for those nights flooded your consciousness, eventually seizing your heart. The song spilled promises you had only whispered and made them tangible in your tears. You hadn’t even noticed the guitar until the wetness on your cheeks brought you to reality. Before you know it, the melody had ended.

He stepped down from the stairs, walking towards you with the brightest smile you’d ever seen. He was hiding something under that grin of his and sure enough he pulled out a box from his suit.

“Baby, I adore you and every time I get to see you is like the first time I saw you. My heart is on fire and I just want to fly with you,” his immediately unfurled two big beautiful ruby wings flapping gently around you, “I want every day of my life to be like this moment...like that moment,” the tears were streaming down your cheeks but his smile held back his own, “will you BEEP BEEP BEEP!”

“What’d you say?” You laugh through the confusion. You hadn’t heard a word he had said.

“I lo-,” EEEEEEEEEEE

His mouth...his words...it was a noise. A familiar noise….almost like an….alarm.

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Your eyes snap open to the blurry picture of your ceiling taking the place of a date night that’d never happened. To your left, a man was stirred awake turning to face you. His eyes were the same yellow and his smile was still genuine, but why were they so different from the man you knew a minute ago?

“Hey,” he kissed your forehead, but it didn't have the same spark, “what’d you dream about?” He smiles at you rubbing your cheek with his palm. His eyes seemed mildly concerned, but for the most part, you knew it was short lived and shallow.

“Nothing special,” you could almost cry, “hey...when are you going to tell her...about us?” You asked this question before so many times only to be met with the same outcome. The same answer. The same feeling.

He stops rubbing your cheek, withdrawing his hand. His face had changed to that same cold and frustrated expression every time you brought it up. It was inconvenient. Being a secret was never the plan, but being the other woman wasn’t either.

“Why do you always ask that? It’s almost like you don’t want me here,” he kisses your forehead and gets up retrieving his clothes from the floor and assembling them on himself.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” you sit up, covering yourself with your blanket. He always did this. Made a joke. Gave you a kiss. Promised he’d do it. Rinse and repeat.

“Look, song bird, everything will work out so you don’t need to worry your pretty little head, ok?” He grabbed his shoes in one hand and took your face in his other. “You know how I feel about you.” His kiss was warm...and empty.

He always knew how to look so genuine and just what to say. Sometimes you forget where he goes during the day or that he only manifests at night. As the door closed and you heard the lock click, you wonder what’d happen if you told his wife what he’d been doing for all this time. Wonder what his friends would say. What would he do to you? The ending was always the same though; you’d never see him again. He’d never hum that sweet song that’d make aphrodite envious of the love you never really had. Your bed would either be bigger in his absence or occupied with your thoughts. His wings would never hold you and his hands wouldn’t ground you in a place only he and you knew.

Reality was so bitter.

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why is it tagged fluff?!!! there’s nothing fluffy about breaking my heart!!! 😭 😭

LOL It starts off really floofy so I figured it was fine. Sorry about that ;)

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This is not mystic messenger. Don’t think I’m tied to mystic messenger after how long it’s been, but if you’re in the BNHA fandom, you’ll hate this.

Tamaki Amajiki x Reader Part 1

Sometimes A Dream Is Just That

There he was in his usual spot; sitting by the window just lost in his thoughts. His chin rested comfortably in his palm and his pose was so natural, almost oblivious, to the energy he radiated. He was attractive in a way his shyness only enhanced.

Today was the day you were going to ask him out. He’s too timid to do it on his own and, frankly, you were tired of waiting and making small advances. It was time and the plan was made. You knew Fatgum was busy with Kirishima today and Tamaki had nothing to do, but think.

“Hey,” you tried to look natural turning the corner, “whatcha thinkin’?” Your smile was genuine, but bless All Might Tamaki’s quirk didn’t include mind reading.

“Oh, uh n-nothing really. D-did you need s-something,” he’s always been this way. Looking at him from afar, you’d never expect a stutter, but that was his charm; the unexpected.

“Nothing really, I was just wondering if you were busy tomorrow around this time?” You were going straight for the kill. No dancing today.

“Oh uh n-not really. What’s going on?”

“Well I know you’re working on expanding your quirk so I wanted to help,” it was something you’d want to do but not the reason. Just an excuse.

“Help me?” He seemed to consider the possibility.

“Yes, I can make some food that you haven’t tried and maybe something you have yknow? Maybe you can expand on old ones too. What do you think?” You tried to hide the nervousness in your voice. He’s got enough anxiety for the both of you.

“A-Alone?” He looked down at the floor fidgeting with his hands. He didn’t mind being with friends because they’d focus so much on each other he’d rarely have to exist more than 4 seconds in the conversation, but alone?

“Uh,” you hadn’t planned for it, but you should’ve. Of course he’d be nervous about this. “We don’t have to be alone, but if your quirk comes out funny, I wouldn’t want to have you embarrassed in front of everyone.” You smiles at him hoping that’d calm his nerves even a little.

That was a stupid thing to say.

“Y-you have a point…,” he mulled the idea over a bit.

Smart thinking. That was a great thing to say.

“So, tomorrow? Same time?” Hopeful, you push for confirmation.

“Y-Yea. Tomorrow.” He smiled a little. He almost seemed excited to go.

“Great! What foods do you want to try?”

HE SAID YES.

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It was all together. You had prepared a real five star meal. Rordon Gamsey would be proud of the work you put in. You had meat of all kinds and sea food galore; even foods you’d never touch. A few burns and a trash can full of mistakes and you were ready to go.

You packed the basket throwing on your cutest smile before bolting our the door heading straight for the prize.

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He was sitting on the bench, same as yesterday, staring at his phone. The breeze picked up his hair in a way that felt unreal. His face always seemed somber…

“Tamaki,” you tapped his shoulder trying not to startle him, “you okay?” He clicked his phone off and smiled up at you. Whatever was on that phone, he wasn’t telling.

“Y-Yeah. You can sit d-down with me,” he scooted over making room for you on the bench.

“Thanks!” You plopped down as cute as one could sit. At this point is it trying too hard? “So, first I’ve got grilled duck.” You pop open the basket and grab a stick. Once you find the bowl labeled “Daffy”, you turn to give him the meat.

He’s gonna love this, but do I feed it to him or do I hand it to him??? Shit.

“Here,” you tilt the stick for him to bite it, “open wide!” Going for the forward approach, you let him bite off the stick. His face is already pink, but he doesn’t reject it. He bites the duck and you watch him for any sign of approval.

“Wow,” he swallows and gives you a thumbs up, “this is so good.” He closes his eyes savoring the flavor of the duck. He chuckles a little not feeling much different.

“Thanks, do you feel ducky? Anything?” He shakes his head, “no worries. I’ve got tons to go.” Determined you feed him the next one to get him; deer.

“What...what is that?” He seemed hesitant, but he knew what he signed up for.

“Venison. This one took...quite a bit of finding,” you tilted the meat towards him. He seemed slightly off-put, but he took a deep breath and bit before he could stop himself.

As he chewed and eventually swallowed he looked relieved. It wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought. Delicious almost.

HAHA! Another winner. I’ll reel him in with this next one.

“Pretty good huh?” You were smug, but how could you not be?

“Ha, it is.” His face was far too red. Maybe he was getting into this or maybe….into you??

“So, I’ve got another thing, but it’s more of a treat! Close your eyes!” He did as he was told. He was blushing and you could tell his eyes were darting back and forth. The way his lip was pierced closed, you began to wonder if this is what he’d look like right before he’d kiss you; blushing and waiting patiently.

Wake up. This is the move.

You pull out the container labeled “Iced” and pop off the lid. Poking down, you pull out a mini cinnamon roll and lean it towards him. Pushing the stick towards his mouth, you rub icing on his lips.

What a beautiful mistake.

He instinctively licks his lips biting down on the sweet roll. The minute his mouth closes, he looks like he’s in heaven flying on the cloud you created for him.

“Wow…,” he didn’t have much to say. It was delicious. “D-did you make that?” He gestured for another one and you happily obliged poking one more for him.

“I did,” you watch him eat the next one like he’s savoring a memory, “I’m happy you like it.” He was so happy it was rubbing off on you. His smile, the way the sun gleamed on his skin and surrounded him.

Bless this man…

“Thank you,” he smiled directly at you and quickly to the floor. You were the first girl to make something for him. It was a bonus to be so delicious. “I’m s-sorry nothing happened with m-my quirk.”

“It’s okay!” You fidgeted with the basket, “I’ve got plenty more food to try, but,” you bit your lip trying to work up the guts to ask what you came here for, what you worked all night for.

“Is something wrong,” he was worried. He felt like he disappointed you.

“No, it’s not you or something I was just wondering…,” now you were the one looking at the floor afraid, but you were going to say this. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? Romantically?”

Nighteye himself couldn’t have predicted how hot your face was. You couldn’t even look him in the eye. Was it always this hard? To say these things? Why isn’t he saying something.

“I’d be lucky to have someone like you,” you almost looked up. This was unreal.

It worked.

“But I can’t.”

His words shattered everything so quickly. He was providing an explanation or some kind of consolation, but it was just static. He had said no. Weren’t you pretty? Maybe something was burned. You were sure he’d say yes. The weight of the room rested heavily on your shoulders. You couldn’t look up.

His hand graced your face wiping off tears you didn’t even feel pass your cheek.

“I’m sorry, I d-didn’t realize this could’ve been a date. I-I just th-thought...I misinterpreted wh-what you’d meant. I’m so sorry. D-don’t cry,” he seemed so genuine. Even now, his sweetness burned like the ache in your throat.

“It’s okay,” you grabbed the basket almost on auto pilot and handed him what was left, “everything is labeled. Some have weird names, but you can google it and definitely figure it out.” You rose from the bench.

“Wait,” he reached for your arm, but you were a little faster dodging what would’ve been a painful submission.

“You can keep the bowl and the basket. It’s okay.” You turned on your heel feeling the all too familiar ache in your chest creeping up your throat.

Here it comes.

“P-please. Ju-just know it wasn’t you!” His voice sounded so far away and pained, but so were you. You didn’t respond. You didn’t stop walking. Sometimes, even when everything is right, it’s wrong.

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when are we getting part 2 for "all he sees" with V :(

That was written by another, however Sinner, I can write a part two for you if you wish.

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Might come back soon....Are there any sinners left?

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Saeran X MC: Hide and Seek

Part One:

“Bye, you lovebirds!!” Saeyoung waved out the door as Vanderwood dragged him to the car. They were late for a mission, but Saeyoung always did a long winded good bye like he wasn’t coming back. “Don’t make too much of a mess!”

“Out. Now.” Vanderwood slammed the door.

“He really is a handful isn’t he?” You nestled your cheek against his thigh staring up at his mint eyes. He was smoking again looking down at you from the corner of his eyes.

“You comfortable?”

“Yeah.” You traced his swirling mint eye tattoo on his shoulder with your fingernail. “Sae,” he dusted off the cigarette and looked back down, “what was mint eye like anyway?”

“Nothing you need to know.”

“But I-,”

“If you need something to do, then find something.”

“What about you?” You smirked already squirming at the thought of having sex with Saeran. He was always creative and aggressive and stole your breath away. You’d get excited by the growl in his throat and the force in his hands. He never truly needed a toy or ropes to restrain you or spice it up; his power was enough.

“Hm,” he took a long drag,“ alright.” He dashed the ashes along your thighs watching you jump and squeal on his lap. It burned, but not too bad. Just enough to make you move a bit. “Let’s play.”

He got up and pushed you to the side leaving the couch with the last of his cigarette in his mouth. He snatched a jacket and his phone and told the door to open.

“Let’s do…a hide and seek game yeah? You have five minutes,” he lifted his hand to show five, “to find somewhere I won’t find you. If I catch you, you die.”

“And if you don’t?”

“I’ll catch you, mouse.” He walked out the door chuckling and stomping out his cigarette. “Clock’s ticking. Oh,” he paused, “keep your phone with you.”

When the door closed completely, you scattered thinking of places he’d never look and grabbed your phone off the arm of the chair. The phone thing might have been a bad idea, but you were too curious to use it as bait. Five minutes would fly by if you weren’t careful.

‘Shit shit shit shit,’ you spun around scanning everything. 'Under things is cliche. I’ll be caught in a minute. Ahm, inside? Inside what??’ You opened closets and cabinets and rooms looking for places to get inside of. 'Too small. Too obvious. I don’t know what the fuck this stain is so no.’ Time was running low and you needed somewhere faster.

As you scouted possible spots your phone pulsed in your palm. Turning it on, the screen blared '2 more minutes, mouse’. You cut the screen off and ran up to Saeyoung’s room knowing exactly where to hide.

Inside the hole, you laid on your belly with your phone warm between her hands. Just as you got inside your hiding spot, your phone screamed Saeran’s ringtone. You jumped out of your skin fumbling with the answer button.

“Hi, mouse. Time’s up.” His voice was low and grainy clearly excited by the game. “If I can’t find you in ten minutes, I’ll let you have one thing. Just one.”

“And if you do,” you whispered into the phone. He paused for a second and replied with a tinge of ferocity in his tone.

“You should hope I don’t.” The phone hung up and the game proceeded.

You could hear him walking below you on the main floor. He was turning things over and flipping over furniture.

“Come out come out wherever you are!” He yelled into the seemingly empty house with the sound of overturned furniture hitting the floor and walls.

Two minutes in, your phone screamed his ringtone once more. 'I really should cut that off,’ you answered the phone turning your phone on mute

“I didn’t expect you to hide so well,” he sounded winded and his steps were far enough apart that he could’ve been on the stairs, “5 minutes. Change my ringtone to something less upbeat. I’m not apart of some Disney show.” The phone hung up once more. You pouted making a note to not change it.

He was coming. You cut your phone ringer off and listened for his footsteps closing your eyes and focusing on every noise you could.

The silence stretched far too long. It was making you more anxious. 'Where the fuck is he-,’ Saeyoung’s bedroom door collided heavily with the wall clearly being kicked open.

“Ya in here, mouse?” You held your breath listening to him tear through the room. “Oh I know!” The springs of Saeyoung’s bed squealed beneath Saeran’s weight as your phone pulsed in your hand once more.

“I see you cut the sound. That ringtone was awful anyway.” You squeezed your eyes shut too scared to answer him. “You don’t have anything to say to me?” He waited only to be met with more silence.

“Well….I guess since I have two minutes I’ll lure you out.” Everything was still and quiet until her phone received a media message.

'The hell?’ Opening the message from Saeran was a video of you on his bed masturbating in front of him one of those nights Saeran was feeling extra insatiable.

“Lift your legs for your master,” Saeran’s voice spoke behind the camera as you nodded raising your legs up and further apart. You were trembling and moaning the camera man’s name not paying attention to the camera filming you.

“Y-yes m-m-master,” you struggled to hold your legs up clearly close to climax. You were covered in cum splattered from your hips to your flushed face and all in your hair.

“You’re absolutely disgusting, y’know that? Look at you. Covered in my cum and still begging for more. Greedy slut.”

'I remember this…,’ you watched yourself beg to come. The camera shook as Saeran chuckled.

“You’re a pathetic mess. I wasted my cum on trash like you and you ask for more? You want it that bad, mouse?”

“Yes, please,” your voice was wispy and quiet, but shrill.

“What an excited whore you are. How many people have you begged for like this? Pathetic. Why would I fuck garbage like you?”

“Please, Master, help me.”

“I can’t hear you. What was that?”

“I want you to fuck me, Master!! Please!”

“That was fucking revolting,” he laughed watching her shake, “but you asked properly. Move your hand, whore.”

“You like that?” He spoke into the phone once more, “Think your precious RFA would like it too?”

Your heart skipped a beat. The thought of everyone watching you…like that…begging…so indecent…Would he do it?

“You have sixty seconds to come from wherever you are or the RFA is going to learn something new about you. Clock’s ticking.” The phone clicked off.

'Fuck,’ you considered leaving your spot. As much as you wanted to win, if the RFA saw that, you’d never show your face again.

“Was that a sigh?” She could hear the grin in his voice. “You’re here aren’t you?” With that, he flipped the mattress and tore posters off walls. Everything he could get his hands on was crumpled on the floor and tossed away.

“Oh? What’s this?” He crouched down in front of the hole she had hidden in. “Mouse found a hole. Cute.” His voice was so very close practically growling against the door. He pulled it up and stared into the hole his mint eyes bright and sharp like the fierce slits of an aggressive feline, “I win.”

He reached in and pulled you out by the arm dragging you along the floor. Standing over you, he paced back and forth. “You really had me, mouse. I almost didn’t find you but,” he knelt in front of you gripping your jaw between his forefinger and thumb, “you just weren’t good enough.”

“Now what?” You tried to pout, but his grip squeezed your face almost painfully.

“Now,” he released your face, “I get my prize.”

“And that would be?”

“Well, beautiful,” he got up close looking you directly in the eye, “you’re going to put something absolutely delectable on. Something that’d make me hard instantly. Then you’re gonna do exactly as I say for awhile. It might hurt, but you’ll enjoy it I promise. And if you don’t I know I will. Ya got that?” His grin was wicked as he spoke already planning out his prize.

“Fine.”

“Say it properly.”

“Yes….Master.”

“Good girl.”

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Happy Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day! Your writing is always so sinful and so imaginative, it leaves me wanting so much more. I don't know how you come up with so many fantastic ideas. Thank you so much for writing so many amazing fics!

Thank you so much, Sinner. I’m ever grateful for your kind words. I aim to write more sin worthy of such praise.

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Charlie, your writing is as sinful as it is amazing. You always make sure to be as descriptive as possible and to describe the feeling of pleasure in many ways, thank you for that. Happy Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day!!

Much appreciated, Sinner. Your words have made my day. I hope to create more sin tantalizing enough for words such as these in the future.

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Mysme yandere smut pleasee

It shall be done as you ask it of me, sinner. I’m currently in the progress of completing a yandere Saeyoung request. I have already created a yandere Yoosung. Was it not to your liking, sinner? Is there a specific RFA member you want to see yandere?

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I’ll Never Let You Go (Yandere) (1,019 Words)

Jaehee

Cuff ‘Em (847 Words)

Stress Relief (938 Words)

Changing Room (671 Words)

Jihyun

All He Sees (written by Mod Marsh) (592 Words)

Scrubadubdub, Fucking In The Tub (995 Words)

A Sexy Sight To See (1,314 Words)

Seeing Intimacy (1,752 Words)

Happy Birthday, V (570 Words)

Multiple/Other

Do You One Better: Saeyoung x Saeran x MC (1,122 Words)

Just A Test: Saeyoung x Saeran x MC (1,637 Words)

A  New Pleasure: Jumin x Jaehee (950 Words)

Don’t Leave Me: Jumin x V (1304 Words)

Shopping For Love: Jumin x Saeyoung (1441 Words)

Cheating Fics

A Knight and His Princess: Zen x MC (1, 270 Words)

What’s Done Is Done: Saeyoung x Saeran x MC (1,145 Words)

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Commissions, I suppose.

I like to buy stuff and you like sin. Seems like a fair exchange, if you ask me. 

Here, you will find a master post of every fic I’ve ever made, and the word count, from the very beginning to a couple days ago:

http://mysticstorytime.tumblr.com/post/159387898094/fanfic-master-post

What I am willing to write:

-NSFW/Smut, of course

-SFW, if you insist

-Most things, really.

-Incest. Yes, I’ll write incest.

-Self-Inserts

-OCs as long as they are yours or you received permission from the creator

What I am NOT willing to write:

-Beastiality outside of the mythical

-Pedophilia

-Furry anything. No yiffin way.

-Excessively Gorey. Maybe. Depends.

-Watersports/Scat. Ever.

-Emetophilia

-Novels. No. I’m not writing 3k or more.

Don’t let this discourage you. Do not be scared to present your ideas. If I have something unlisted on either approved or unapproved writing material, do not assume I will write it. Present your idea and we can discuss it.

Something Else:

If you want an excessively long fic such as a novella, chapters, story line, plot thing, one of two things will happen:

1. I will graciously decline for fear that I will grow disinterested and not complete your request.

OR

2. I will take it, but ask your patience as something of that weight takes time.

Either way, before the commission begins, please state how long you want your fic to be. I will charge you an extra amount for lengthy work. Refer to my master post as a reference if you wish. 

Fandoms:

Yes, I am willing to write for different fandoms. I write primarily for Mystic Messenger, but if I know the fandom or you can adequately assist me in defining the characters involved, then I will write for different fandoms. Yes, this includes games, anime, manga, comics, musicals, movies, cartoons or whatever else people are into.

Pricing and Payment:

Each and every fic will be $1.00 per 100 words. This means 1000 words is $10.00, 1500 is $15.00, 2000 is $20.00. The minimum I will write is 250 words. 

Fics

$1 for every 100 words

$5 flat rate

Ficlets (250-500 words) $3 - $5

I WILL NOT WRITE MORE THAN 2K PROBABLY. Whether you request a ficlet or a full-length fic, you will always pay the flat rate. No exceptions. 

In the beginning, I will ask for the flat rate upfront. Have this ready. You are not obligated to pay anything more than that until the end creation of your fic. You are allowed 1 revision whilst I am creating your fic. This means:

Adding or removing characters

changing the scenery

any alteration to the scenario or plot

These are not related to the midway consultation during the process of making your fic. If you make revisions, do not be surprised if your fic takes a little longer.

Pricing is non-negotiable.

Etcetera:

Please have your pairing(s), word count, and money ready at the door or prepare for me to show you the way out of it.

If you give me an OC pairing, prepare for many questions as I want things to go perfectly.

As the fic progresses, I will occasionally ask your opinion. Do not be shy to tell me it’s garbage; you are paying, not me.

Remember to have fun and be creative!! I will try to make whatever it is you ask of me.

You may ask to not be tagged. You can be anonymous when I post the fic.

All commissioned works will be tagged #mysticcommissions

Cancellation

If at any point during the creation of the fic you decide you want to cancel, I will refund you half of what you’ve paid. Nothing more and nothing less. If you are dissatisfied with the fic, I will apologize and not mention a tip. I will not refund you.

If there are disagreements or discrepancies of any kind, I will refund your money as you have given to me and show you the door OR keep the $5 you have already paid, depending on the progression of the work.

There are currently 2 slots available. 

1. Closed

2. Closed

These are my very first commissions so there won’t be too many slots until I am more comfortable with the workload. If you are interested, send me a message to get started!! I’m excited to work with you!

I reserve the right to deny anyone my service should I deem necessary. I would advise not rushing any requests made. Writing, as with most creative works, takes time; respect the creator.

I will still write on this blog, but it will be completing past requests, random ideas I have, and commissions. You can submit asks and suggest I write something, but you have a better chance of me writing it if you get a commission.

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I forgot, but both commission slots have been filled!! Thank you commissioners!

[blackprose]

It has been a pleasure writing this fic! Please, enjoy. And stay tuned for whatever I create next (hint: it’s pretty much guaranteed to be yooran)

[mysticstorytime]

This is very beautiful. I implore you all to read this.

[mysticstorytime]

Day 3: Ice Cream or Popsicle

Saeran lit his cigarette burying the lighter in his pocket. Occasionally his eyes flicked down to the happy go lucky boy who weasled his way beneath Saeran’s arm. He took a long drag rocking the swing back and forth.

“Sae,” Yoosung’s voice was serene, “tell me about the sky.” Saeran tensed, glancing up at the bright blue sky littered with plumes of bright white fluff.

“Why do you want to know,” he shook the cigarette on the side letting the ashes trickle to the ground beside the porch. As painful as it was for Saeran, Yoosung always insisted for him to explain these things, especially the sky.

“Because it’s been awhile,” Yoosung opened his eyes angling his head up where he knew the sky to be, “so long since I’ve seen it.” His smile never reached his eyes the way they used to. Those eyes that were so bright were dulled to a pale blue. Saeran always thought it didn’t suit him to have such lackluster eyes, but it was his fault.

“It’s blue.”

“C'mon, Sae, please?” Yoosung turned to bury his face in Saeran’s lap. He sighed caving to the dopey smile he knew Yoosung had plastered on his face.

“Well it’s,” he inhaled deeply choosing his words carefully, “do you remember…the day we went to the festival?“Yoosung giggled from below.

“You mean the day we kisse-,”

“Yeah,” Saeran took another deep drag. His face was flushed, but he refused to let it seep into his voice.

“I remember. Why?”

“You bought me that popsicle from some game stand you liked.”

“Hmm,” Yoosung thought about it,“ oh the salty sea ice cream.” Yoosung thought back to the weird face Sae made staring at the popsicle.

***“Just try it.” Yoosung insisted pushing the popsicle on to Saeran.

“No.”

“Why?”

“It’s…weird.”

“I thought you liked ice cream.”

“I do.”

“What’s the problem then,” Yoosung pouted still shoving the popsicle in Saerans direction.

“It’s not ice cream.”

“Saeran, try it.” He wasn’t gonna quit and Saeran would take so much of this.

“Fine.” Saeran snatched the odd flavored popsicle licking straight up yhe middle.

“Well?” Yoosung was eager forgetting his own frozen treat in the hopes Saeran would enjoy his.

He did.

“It’s,” he cleared his throat, “it’s alright.” His cheeks were a light shade Of red. Yoosung practically bounced off the walls overjoyed he had found something Saeran liked.

“It’s just ice cream. Relax.” He continued to eat his treat thoroughly enjoying the sweet and salty flavor.

“Thought it wasn’t ice cream?” Yoosungs grin was smug as he turned away from Saeran.

Saeran frowned silently enjoying his *popsicle****

“That,” he shook his cigarette of excess ashes, “it’s that blue.”

“I bet it’s beautiful…,” Yoosung closed his eyes, not that closing them made much difference, and imagined the salty sea *popsicle* coloring the sky in its marvelous blue.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

“What?”

“I said it’s a nice hue.”

“Sae.”

“Shut up.”

“I heard you.”

“Then why make me repeat it?!”

“Wanted to hear it twice.”

“Whatever,” Saeran mumbled under his breath throwing the cigarette butt to the ground and stomping out the ashes.

“Let’s go get ice cream.”

“Popsicles.”

“Pft,” yoosung chuckled, “popsicles.”

“Sure.” Yoosung rose from Saeran’s lap stretching his arms out. “One more thing before we go.”

“Wha-,” Saeran cupped Yoosung’s neck pulling him in for a kiss. The cigarette lingered on his lips, but Yoosung didn’t mind. He grew to adore the scent and the taste; reminded him of Saeran.

The kiss was by no means ginger. Saeran opened his mouth along with Yoosung as though the intent were to swallow each other whole. Breathless, Saeran pulled away.

“Now let’s go,” he took Yoosung’s hand in his own and walked down the steps, guiding him the whole way.

“What flavor do you want, Yoo?”

“Salty Sea.”

“Nerd,” Saeran scoffed. He wanted that flavor too.

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Day 1: Mint Eyes, Popsicles, And The Sky

Yoosung watched Saeyoung talk up long cat standing beside Zen.

“Long cat is going to leave.” Zen was tapping his fingers on a table while Saeyoung spoke to longcat relentlessly.

“He’s having a good time. I’m sure it’s fine,” Yoosung grinned reassuringly at Zen. This was the first party without Rika and he wanted everyone to enjoy themselves.

“Yeah, even the trustfund kid is having a good time,” Zen nodded towards Jumin who was swarmed with press asking about stocks and such. Jaehee was beside him, though she looked gorgeous, she was all business.

“I just hope Jaehee doesn’t work too hard. This is a party after all.” Yoosung looked from the glint in Saeyoung’s eye to the professionalism in Jumin and Jaehee’s face to the crowd moving along the floor.

“Hey,” Zen turned to Yoosung, “how’s your eye?”

“Huh,” Yoosung hadn’t noticed he was touching the bandage hiding the scar until Zen’s hand pulled his wrist away from his face. “Oh, it’s fine.”

“Alright,” Zen released his wrist placing a cigarette between his own lips and sparking a light, “just take care of yourself. If something is wrong let me kn-”

“Zen!! Can you tell us about your latest movie? What about-,” the press grouped around the handsome actor with questions upon questions dragging fans and photographers.

“Gotta go,” he patted Yoosung’s shoulder walking away with the press putting the cigarette put in the ash tray on the table. The lighter slipped out of his pocket as Zen tried to stuff it back in leaving it on the floor where he once stood. Yoosung picked it up turning it over in his hand.

“Hey,” Saeran walked up to Yoosung nonchalantly speaking through a cigarette, “do you know how to handle that thing?”

“Ahm,” he jumped not expecting the newest rfa member to speak to him, “I yea. I do. I could.”

“Good,” Saeran took his cigarette out of his mouth and passed it to Yoosung, “light it, would ya?” Yoosung fumbled with the lighter trying to get it to spark. Saeran laughed watching the happy-go-lucky blonde fiddle with the lighter offering no assistance. Eventually, Yoosung lit the cigarette both embarrassed and proud of himself.

“Sorry, it ahm it wouldn’t-”

“It’s fine.”

They stood beside one another in silence. Saeran took a long drag puffing out a dark plume of smoke. He looked down at Yoosung and shook his ashes in the ash tray.

“Isn’t there someone here for you to meet, kid?”

“It’s Yoosung.”

“Who?”

“My name,” Yoosung feigned a grin.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he looked away to the opposite corner of his eye,“Yoosung.”

“Not really. The gaming company that the other rfa member emailed decided not to show up. There’s an event for them today.”

“The new girl?”

“Yea,” Yoosung pointed across the room, “she’s doing what Rik-,” he fell silent again.

“Yoosung,” Saeran put his cigarette out in the ash tray and ruffled Yoosung’s hair, “You wanna go somewhere with me?” Saeran looked him in the eye. His mint(?) eyes were clear and stunning. Yoosung would almost call them breathtaking.

“I…I don’t know…,” he wasn’t apart of the mint eye anymore. Yoosung knew nothing would happen, but he could feel the doubt in his heart swell up in his mouth.

“Got something better to do?” His grin was cock, but Yoosung liked it. He tried not to show that, but his ears were quickly shaded pink as he shook his head.

“Thought so,” Saeran turned around walking towards the door, “let’s go, Yoosung.”

Yoosung nodded giving a parting glance at the other busy members and followed the pink haired boy out the door.

——-

Outside it was kind of cool. The breeze lazily milled around Yoosung and Saeran as they walked. The moon’s light was magnificent illuminating, what seemed like, the whole world.

“Where are we going?” Yoosung tried to keep pace with Saeran, but he moved so fast. Yoosung secretly hoped they weren’t going far.

“Wait here.” Saeran left Yoosung on the sidewalk to a truck nearby. Yoosung started to back up until Saeran turned around with two blue popsicles.

“Relax.” Saeran handed Yoosung one of the popsicles and proceeded walking just as fast as before in seemingly no direction. Yoosung lapped up the popsicle enjoying the sweet flavor.

“Here,” Saeran pointed to a large tree. The branches were thick and wild stretching in every direction. Saeran sat leaning against the wide tree and staring at the sky.

Yoosung couldn’t help, but stare. He didn’t look the way he did back at the Mint Eye HQ. Feral…hostile…he unconsciously rubbed his bandage feeling tbe burn of the scar beneath it once more.

“A picture lasts longer, yknow.” Saeran beckoned from beneath the tree knowing Yoosung was just staring. “Pick your jaw off the ground and sit.” Yoosung shuffled over beside Saeran shyly licking his popsicle. He followed Saeran’s gaze to see what he was looking at specifically.

“What are you ahm looking at?” Yoosung was still flustered from staring.

“What does it look like,” Saeran took another lick of his popsicle, “the sky.”

“Oh,” Yoosung stared up at the sky as the leaves danced in the breeze. The stars sparkled like someone had shined them for this night and this perfect angle. They gathered around the moon just enough to look bountiful, but spread out far enough to cover the whole sky.

“It’s beautiful.” Yoosung admired the beauty so much he didn’t notice Saeran look away to gaze at the man beside him.

Yoosung was glowing. His smile was genuine and sweet as his eye darted from star to star. The sky was reflected in his eye like a crystal clear mirror. Saeran could feel his face heating up quickly. He looked away before his mind could do anymore damage.

“Why do you like the sky so much?”

“Because it’s nice.”

“Is it…only that the sky is nice? It’s not always nice.” Yoosung had forgotten his popsicle focusing entirely on Saeran. Saeran looked over in the corner of his eye to see a determined curiousity in Yoosung’s eye.

“What do I get in return?”

“What?” Yoosung blinked leaning back.

“An exchange.”

“Ahm,” Yoosung looked around, “what do you want?” Saeran thought about it licking his popsicle.

“I’ll decide later.”

“I’d…owe you something later?”

“Yeah.”

“Ahm,” Yoosung nodded, “okay. Deal.” He reached out his hand to Saeran for a shake to bind the deal. Saeran smiled turning back to the sky.

“Why don’t you use that hand to take care of that blue pool on your clothes?” Yoosung looked down and immediately panicked brushing off the popsicle juice. Saeran laughed a little more digging in his jacket pocket with his free hand and pulling out napkins.

“Here.”

“Th-Thanks,” Yoosung gave Saeran a shy grin quickly going back to the diminishing blue puddle.

“When I was younger, my brother and I would look at the sky when we had the chance and dream.” Yoosung slowed down his cleaning. “We’d exchange hopes and make plans. It was our solace and kept us going,” he looked down at the grass plucking a few blades, “well it kept me going.”

Yoosung abandoned the soon to be stain to reach out to Saeran hesitantly. His fingertips grazed Saeran’s jacket and he pulled back catching himself. Saeran flinched then shook it off returning to his popsicle.

“That’s why the sky is nice. During the day it’s better.” Yoosung nodded licking the popsicle off his fingers.

The silence returned as they finished off what was left of their popsicles. It had been a long time since Saeran had peacefully done anything at all. It was almost as nice as the sky.

“Shouldn’t we be heading back? They might be worried about us.” Yoosung broke the silence sucking the last of the popsicle off the stick.

“Sure.” They both shuffled to stand up dusting themselves of dirt and grass.

Yoosung turned around taking a mental picture of the tree and the sky he had now grown to like too.

They tossed their sticks in a nearby trash can at the park walking slower than when they’d gotten there to the party. Their shoulders brushed against each other and Yoosung prayed that Saeran’s vision wasn’t as clear as his eyes or he’d see the red burning its way along his face.

“Thanks,” Yoosung squeaked out.

“You’re welcome,” Saeran looked down at the blonde boy who was smiling up at him. He wasn’t ready for that. He looked away hiding his own blush.

Yoosung felt much closer to Saeran. He was no longer the same man who gave him a reason to wear a bandage.

Saeran was nice.

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