Okay so I made a list of 30 (well, 29 actually) prompts I am releasing into the wild. The point of this is that at least one of the participants are not having a good time.
It has 30 prompts for November but feel free to write and post whenever, but please add the tag #No one nuts November or #NoonenutsNovember wherever you post. You do not have to @ or credit this blog if you use any of these prompts.
(Text version under the cut)
1. Safeword
2. Sub/dom drop
3. Loosing intrest halfway through
4. Trying something that doesn't work
5. Medical emergency (bonus points: it happens during bondage)
6. Bad/failed orgasm
7. Should have safeworded
8. "Wait, it's not supposed to hurt?"
9. "Let's never try that again."
10. Sex so bad they break up after
11. Realistic shower sex
12. Incompatible kinks
13. Threw up on that thang
14. Can't get hard/wet/aroused
15. Says wrong persons name during sex
16: ugly crying/overwhelmed
17: "I remembered you being better at this"/"I'm not impressed."/"I've had better."/"You're not hung chill"
18: Allergic reaction/cut off circulation
19. Dirty talk/degradation gets too real
20. Ignored/missed a safeword
21. Random horny confession that kills the mood for the other person/people
22. "No really, that's not going to fit."
23. Fire alarm goes off/interrupted by a third party
24. Pushing themselves into sex they aren't ready for
25. Sex toy gets stuck
26. Only one person having fun/agreeing to boring sex
27. Couple brings in a bad 3rd
28. Sex in a bad location
29. Sex so bad it kills you/one of the participants dies
Had a stressful week, but @thecarrott and @nine-one-wanton tagged me today, and @corporatebanana and @bidisasterevankinard tagged me last week, so here's some of the SalBuckGina fic that @thecarrott encouraged me to write.
Under the cut, because it ended up being over 1000 words.
"A kiss for the road?" Sal offers, eyes focused on the fleck of pastry clinging to the corner of Evan's mouth.
The kid swallows visibly, licks his lips before answering. "I'm not…"
Sal stares at him, doesn't even lift a brow, waits for him to keep talking. The kid swallows again.
"I'm not gay?" The way kid gets it out like a question has Sal fighting back a laugh. He bites his lips, feels the air wanting to force itself out of his lungs. Across the room, Gina sits in the overstuffed recliner, one leg tucked under her, the other bent up, exposing the length of her thigh under the short silk sleep shorts she likely slipped into after rocking the kids world when she woke up. She's smiling like the cat that got the canary.
A few choice responses come to mind when Sal gets control over his amusement. "Obviously not" is the first one, given how pleased Gina looks.
He settles on "Cool, neither am I."
"I… um," the kid is flustered. His cheeks pink up , and his brow creases in confusion. It's even cuter than in the video chat the night before.
"We swing both ways, sweetheart," Gina all but purrs from her perch. It sends shivers up Sal's spine, the energy she radiates, even sitting as she in, can be all consuming. Keeping his eyes on Evan's face, he watches as the kid processes the information, eyes a little hazy with lust despite the fact that Sal is sure Gina's wrung out at least two or three orgasms from the kid this morning alone. The confusion gives way to curiosity, like he hadn't even given the idea consideration.
The gaze Evan throws his way feels like a physical weight, taking in Sal's sharp features, broad shoulders, and the way Sal's t-shirt stretches across his chest. His eyes darken, and the interest is now keenly evident.
Still, he has to be sure.
Sal steps around the table and into Evan's space, and watches the way Evan's eyes dip down to look at Sal's lips.
"This okay?" Sal asks, hand moving to rest on Evan's hip. The kid offers a silent nod, and that's all the consent Sal needs.
Pushing against Evan, he uses he one hand to hold Evan in place while the other slides up into the short hair and the nape of his neck to hold him still so he can slot their lips together.
For all Evan's initial hesitation, he's lips part beautifully for Sal letting him take control. He licks into the kid's mouth, and slots their hips together, so Evan can feel the hardening length pressed against his thigh.
Evan moans into his mouth, and his hands come up to grab at Sal's sides, trying to get closer.
Behind him, Sal hears Gina hum in appreciation, and he has no doubt she's sliding her hand over the silk of her camisole to pinch her nipples to hardness. It spurs him to put on more of a show, twisting a little so Gina can see what they're up to. The kid rocks his own hips against Sal's chasing friction.
Evan can likely see Gina now, touching herself over her clothes, and the deep groan he let out all but guarantees it.
Feeling bolder, Sal slides a hand under Evan's shirt, fingers skimming over the hard planes of Evan's back. For all that he loves the soft curves hiding Gina's strength, there's something to be said for the near feral litheness of Gina's chosen partner, like a young colt needing to be broken in.
Sal gets it in his head to break the kiss and leaving a branding mark on the kids shoulder, but then Gina's heat is pressed to his back, settling him so he doesn't scare the kid off. He pulls back to turn his head and catch Gina in a searing kiss. Evan lets out a punched out grunt at the sight, as Sal loses himself in her mouth.
She doesn't let him linger, pulling away to draw Evan down to kiss her. Her long nails scratch along his scalp, and his eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation.
There's no doubt that they would have made the way back to the bed if Evan's phone hadn't taken that moment to vibrate. He pulls away abruptly, running a hand through his mussed hair. He lets out a wobbly laugh. "I guess my Uber is here."
"We can't convince you to stay?" Sal asks, trying his best not to sound put out. Gina presses herself against his side, and he can tell she's biting her lip as well.
"As much as I really want to, I have a shift to get to." Evan does sound genuinely regretful as he steps back, reaching down to rearrange himself in his pants. His eyes linger over Gina, from her long dark hair, to the way the red camisole and shorts drape over her curves, hard nipples prominent through the fabric.
Sals a little surprised when Evan's eyes run up and down his form as well, equally appreciative.
"Don't be a stranger," Gina tells him, pressing a kiss to Evan's cheek. He shudders when she trails her nails down his arm.
Patting his pockets to make sure he his belongings, Evan flushes but nods.
"Thanks for last night… and this morning," he says with a shy smiles, before ducking out the front door to where a black sedan is waiting for him.
The door closes behind him, and Sal's immediately on Gina, dipping down to hoist her up by her thighs. She immediately wraps her legs around him, and presses her face to his neck, breathing in his scent.
Hands reaching back to slide under her barely decent shorts, Sal slides his fingers through the dense hair to feel the hot wetness of her folds. She's practically dripping for him.
"Please tell me you got his number," Sal growls before pressing a hot, sucking kiss to her neck.
Tossing her hair to her side, she tips her chin to give him better access. She pants as she says, "I put my number in his phone while he was sleeping."
Sal groans in dismay, because as interested as Evan seemed Sal knows the reality of joining a couple, even casually, can be both overwhelming and intimidating. It's rare that they find a unicorn interested in both of them, and Sal has no interest in someone who doesn't want Gina, too.
Sharp nails press into the back of his shoulders as Gina pulls back to sit up in his arms and give him sly grin. "Don't worry your pretty little head. I grabbed his number, too, and I know at least one of his jobs. We'll definitely be seeing him again."
"You beautiful genius," Sal tells her, diving in to press kisses along to the tops of her breasts.
He'd been tired after a long shift, but suddenly feels a renewed sense of energy, and Gina deserves a reward.
No pressure tagging @chemistry66, @fenrirscarsback, @emakataken, @chimneyschewinggum, @fuselsstuff, @dear-sidney, @cliophilyra, and anyone else who wants to share something sexy, Sal, on Sunday, or any combination of the three (other days of the week posting are also allowed and encouraged)
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8/3 Day 1: Male Omegas are Rare | Breeding | Dick’s Virginity/First Heat is Auctioned | Accidental Knotting || Bonus: Everybody Wants Dick Grayson
8/4 Day 2: Dick is the Sole Omega in the Pack | Bitching | Hands-On SexEd | “Be a good birdie and let me breed you.” || Bonus: Forced to Hide That He's an Omega
8/5 Day 3: Absolute Omega Dick | Dick as Mother to All the Robins | Attic Wife/Radiator Pet | BAMF Omega Dick || Bonus: Alpha Bonds Dick to Save His Life
8/6 Day 4: Omega Dick Refuses to Let an Alpha into His Nest | Fighting As Foreplay | Somnophilia | Single Mom Dick || Bonus: (Over)protective Bats
8/7 Day 5: Doting Pack | Incest Kink | Omega Dickbin | Dick Transported into the Omegaverse || Bonus: Arranged Marriage/Mating
8/8 Day 6: Reverse Robins AU | Age Gap | Fuck or Die | “It Doesn’t Count Between Omegas” || Bonus: Baby Trapping
8/9 Day 7: Dick Mentoring a Younger Omega | Feral Behavior | Impregnated While Captive | Possessive Omega Dick || Bonus: Free Day!
One must imagine post stairwell kiss Shane floating back up the stairs, still glowing with a first time anal sex orgasmic haze, opening the door to his apartment. And when he gets to his bedroom he fully intends to strip his bed of his messy sheets - he really does!! But when he picks up his pillow, he catches a whiff of Rozanov's douchey fuck boy cologne and deodorant combo that Shane is now and forever going to associate with getting fucked, and he's gonna collapse face first back onto his messy bed, the bed they made a mess of together, and he's gonna hump his still sensitive dick against the mattress while huffing the smell of Rozanov Rozanov Rozanov, and he's gonna come to the memory of getting fucked face down just like this and his whole body is gonna feel all achy and trembly and so deliciously spent. And it's gross and maybe a little ridiculous but it's also gonna occur to Shane that a giddy, dreamy smile has been plastered on his face the whole time.
And while he's changing his sheets, he's going to be shyly composing his next text to Rozanov in his head. He won't send it too soon, obviously - he's heard what the guys in the locker room say about the girls they hookup with who text the next day - he doesn't want to seem needy but, well... Tonight was just so good. Surely Rozanov wants to do it again, too
is it a crossover if it’s just every fanfic AU combined?
My brain decided I needed a beyond-overly-indulgent world framework that’d combine omegaverse, daemons, and sentinel-verse all together.
Currently letting the ideas simmer for Heated Rivalry fic, but I can already feel it starting to creep. Give it a couple of weeks and I will no longer have any headcanons for fandom that doesn’t start with this base assumption.
Tommy laughed as he closed the apartment door behind Buck.
"What's so funny about that?" Buck asked, only vaguely irritated, because the way those eyes crinkled in genuine delight was somehow hooked into a part of his brain that did happy hormones like no other. The line of Tommy's mouth told Buck he knew it too.
"I just didn't think you, of all people, would be anything but open-minded--"
"I'm not judging!" Buck said immediately, resisting the urge to do something entirely childish like stomping a foot. Even though he kind of wanted to. His hands made up for it, fluttering around in big gestures without Buck even trying. "I'm just saying it's a little mean."
Tommy tossed his keys onto the sideboard and fully turned to Buck; it wasn't a full laugh now, nor a smile. Those teeth were grinning sharply, a little darkly in a way that promised things.
"I thought you liked it a little mean, Evan."
Buck wasn't prudish. Or easily embarrassed. It was just... Tommy. All that muscle mass on his arms and the big hands reaching for Buck, finding his bicep in a way that shouldn't be hot; the line of the jaw and the stubble; the dark hair too and the faintest grey; and fuck yes, that stupid cleft too, of course Buck was into it.
"Sweetheart," Tommy muttered, sounding positively delighted. "You're blushing."
"Your fault," Buck muttered, and Tommy huffed: "Yeah, yes, I imagine it is. Let me at least make it up to you."
The sentence trailed off into a kiss, the last words barely a breath between them as Buck bridged the last sliver of space himself, reaching for Tommy's hips to keep him right there as Buck worked on kissing him silly. Or the other way around. Not that it mattered.
"Do you know what the difference is between the couple in the restaurant and us?"
The couple that had sat only a few tables away, one of them shifting the whole uncomfortably in his seat the whole evening, while the other kept slipping a hand into the pocket of his jeans with eyes that grew darker and darker in the low light. Buck knew because jeans guys had made eye contact, head tilting when Buck didn't look away until Tommy noticed to, and linked their ankles under the table.
Buck gasped. The hands on his ass had come from nowhere, and Tommy knew exactly what he was doing when he squeezed, making Buck moan as the plug inside him shifted deliciously. Tommy nipped at his ear, and the shiver that went through Buck all but wrecked him: "Still good, Evan?"
"So good," Buck sighed, arms coming up around Tommy's neck as he leaned forward. Tommy caught his weight, humming, and the leg pressing between Buck's thighs was nothing if not perfectly placed.
"What's... the difference?" Buck prompted, already breathless.
Tommy caught Buck's jaw, kissing him again. Briefly, fondly. Sweet like a piece of candy.
Buck shivered when Tommy said in a voice as low as Buck had ever heard: "I know my boy can take it without squirming."
AU where Tommy is a phone sex operator and Buck starts calling in when he is recovering from his leg crush injuries and he’s lonely and horny and restless and with all this extra time on his hands and by himself (and will all the porn he watches) he starts thinking and realizing he may be into dudes
He’s not physically fit for in person sex, so phone sex it is…also, it gives him the chance—anonymously—to figure out some things for sure.
The first guy he talks to is Tommy and the experiences confirms very solidly and very quickly that Buck is into dudes
Buck talks to a few other guys and it’s pretty standard, no frills, but it gets him off and he’s fine with that.
When he gets Tommy again, it becomes clear to Buck he has a different kind of work ethic. He asks Buck about what he likes and doesn’t like and there’s something about Tommy’s voice that makes Buck confide in him that he’s new to sex with guys and he suspects maybe there’s other things he doesn’t realize he likes.
So Tommy asks for Buck’s permission to essentially run down a list and Buck gives the okay.
When Tommy asks if Buck likes being called a “good boy,” Buck flushes and grows hot. He laughs quietly. “Uh, yeah, that’s something I already knew, but”—he takes a deep breath—“I really like it coming from you.”
Tommy hums. There’s a sound like pen scratching on paper from his end of the line. “Noted.”
At the end of what has become a 2-hour phone call, after they’ve talked through Tommy’s list, Tommy talks Buck through getting off in record time, murmuring good boy when Buck comes.
It echoes in Buck’s head long after they’ve hung up.
Time passes and Buck heals and he stops calling the phone sex line and he feels a pang of guilt about Tommy losing a client, but Buck figures Tommy is so good at his job that he’ll be okay.
Buck dates and hooks up with some guys in real life and it’s great,
but sometimes he misses Tommy’s voice, equally commanding and praising, in his ear.
Would he still sound the same as Buck remembers?
Buck knows he could just call, but for some reason he doesn’t.
Months later, Buck ends up adopting a dog, Blaze, he rescues from a fire.
He’s with Blaze at the dog park in his neighborhood day when he sees a gorgeous guy—an absolute beefcake of a man—playing fetch with his own dog; a Weimaraner, Buck’s pretty sure.
Buck needs to get closer. He needs to know this guy’s name and ask if their dogs can have a play date and also how he likes his eggs and what side of the bed he prefers…
But he’s getting ahead of himself.
He makes his way over to the bench the guy is sitting at and he doesn’t miss the way the guy does a double take. Buck’s only a few feet away when the Weimaraner comes trotting back to his owner and drops a ball at his feet.
The guy scratches the dog’s head and coos, “good boy.”
And—oh fuck—the words hit Buck like a freight train and he trips over nothing at all, and stupidly blurts out, “Tommy?”
Tommy’s head whips up, his brow furrowed. “Do I—have we met?”
Buck rocks on his heels. “Not—uh—not in person. I’m—"
“Evan.” Tommy smiles when Buck nods. “Huh. I’ve never been recognized by my voice before.”
Buck shrugs. “Well, you left quite an impression.”
Tommy just looks at him, for so long Buck’s afraid he might ask Buck to leave him alone. Instead, he scoots over and pats the bench. “Sit.”
A quick glance over and Buck sees that Blaze is doing fine, having made friends with Tommy’s dog and a few others. Buck scrambles to join Tommy before he changes his mind.
Tommy chuckles at Buck’s eagerness. There’s nobody close enough to hear their conversation, but Tommy leans closer anyway and murmurs in Buck’s ear, “good boy.”
laughing about the idea of ilya having a secret game he plays with himself about how long it takes after sex until shane starts complaining about the mess
and yeah yeah driving shane out of his mind with pleasure is because he's beautiful when he feels good
but it is ALSO about ilya continually trying to beat his own high score about how long he can take shane's brain offline
i love the “hollanov has a crush on carter vaughn” take not necessarily in a “i think they would invite him to watch” way but more in a “ilya would accidentally let it slip while chirping at shane to fluster him that vaughn is at the top of their ‘would’ list and vaughn is a little thrown off and straight so he’s like “are you guys asking?” and ilya laughs and pats his shoulder and assures him “absolutely not, i do not share my shane, we just think you are good looking man, i like that you are pretty and fun and my shane likes that you are serious about hockey and have good grooming habits. is not serious, do not worry vaughny we will not be asking you to witness me and my beautiful husband ever” and vaughn low key is overjoyed about it, his teammates who are around and hear the exchange are sometimes like “that doesnt bother you? you dont find that a bit weird?” but vaugh genuinely is just like “rozanov just called me pretty and fun enough to hang out with and hollander thinks im good at hockey and clean enough for him, you could hand me a nobel peace prize and it wouldnt come close to this achievement” and eventually it gets out to the general public so vaughn is captioning his instagram posts shit like “#1 contender for being the hockey husbands third goes fishing” despite shanes mortification about this getting out and vaughns clear delight with it” way
It's such a disappointment that tearing someone's throat out with your teeth kills them. Sex would be so much more fun if we could maul each other and come back from it.
Bucktommy Au Prompt - Newly out Buck goes to a sec shop where Tommy is giving some kind of lecture/class. Buck ends up coming to every future session(s) and Tommy finally asks him some questions and Buck is forced to be like “oh - no such and such is not really my thing ( maybe it could be with the right person but) I was here to listen to you talk”
Okay I'm heavily lifting from a place that actually existed once upon a time, except they didn't have a full blown sex shop in the same space. NSFW and immediately below the cut, because it's about a sex shop and shibari.
1. The front of the shop is more of a hangout space. They even have an espresso machine and a bunch of books. The back is the toys and the...implements. Buck had a bad experience with a cock ring and wants to get one that's actually good quality and not going to require him to have a ring cutter on hand just in case. Google had told him this was the place to go for more kink focused stuff, and he might want more than a ring. What he'd want, he's not sure of, but maybe he'll figure it out. The person working at the front asks if he's there for the class, and Buck says, "Uh...which one?" And they say, "The shibari class, you've still got five minutes until it starts." So Buck heads into the back and through the sex toys and everything until he's in a small room that's probably used for all kinds of stuff. But today, there's a handful of people and a guy with a mannequin and a bundle of rope. Buck almost leaves, but the guy sees him and grins and says, "Hey, come on in, there's a couple seats over here." It would be weird to leave, right?
2. The guy's name is Tommy, and he sounds experienced with this kind of stuff. It's not weird and sinister, it's actually kind of...nice. He explains the history of shibari and the martial art that inspired it. He goes over material types, passing around short lengths of rope for people to feel. It's then that Buck realizes almost everyone else there is with someone or a couple of someones. So when it comes time to test some stuff out, Buck ends up with the same mannequin Tommy had been using. It's shaped like a dude, but that's fine. He doesn't plan on ever doing any of this anyway. "Even if you plan on being the one who's restrained, it's good that you can show your partner or partners the safest way to do this," Tommy explains. "That's, uh, that's a good idea," Buck says. "You're pretty good with the knots already," Tommy says. "Uh, yeah, my job," Buck says as a vague explanation. He's not about to talk about work here. He's even going by Evan to everyone in the room. Plausible deniability if they ever run into each other on the street.
3. Buck leaves with a decent foundation of a new skill and is halfway home before he realizes he forgot to buy the cock ring. He gets busy, there's a big fire in the hills and he can't get a day off. He's watching helicopters swoop low into smoke and drop sand and water, he's fucking exhausted by the time he's cut loose. A couple days later, he goes to the shop and realizes it's the same evening as the intermediate class Tommy had mentioned. Tommy looks equally exhausted, but he's still patient and helpful and good at explaining everything. It's soothing, in a way, almost meditative as Buck loops and ties rope onto the mannequin. But there's a couple things that can't be done with the limitations of its only sort of articulated limbs, and Tommy offers to be the guinea pig. So Buck carefully ties Tommy's arms behind his back with his hands pressed together. "Can you move your fingers?" he asks, and Tommy wiggles them a little. "How's that feel?" "Mm, good," Tommy murmurs, almost hazy. Buck tugs on a few spots to check that it's not too tight, and he's kind of proud of himself for doing so well. When he pulls the line and Tommy comes loose, Tommy turns and gives him an open, easy smile. "Thank you," Buck says, flushing. "For, uh, trusting me to do that." "Of course, Evan," Tommy says, squeezing his shoulder.
4. There's an advanced class that involves suspension, partial or total. Buck hangs back for this one, watching people take turns with their actual partners or friends. He's not willing to try it on Tommy, he doesn't want to hurt him. But after the class is over, Tommy pulls the curtain shut and loops the rope into the ring in the ceiling again. "You don't have to get me off the ground," he says. "But if you're going to be doing this to someone or have it be done to you, I want it to be safe. You'd be surprised how many 911 calls happen because of unsafe bondage." Buck flushes. "I, uh, wouldn't," he admits. "And I've actually never been... into this. I just liked how you taught the class." And Tommy blinks and looks baffled for a moment. "I mean, m-maybe with the right person, I could be into it," Buck adds, because he'd liked seeing that pleased, hazy expression on Tommy's face last time. "But not usually." "That's...honestly surprising," Tommy says. "You fall into it easier than anyone I've ever seen, and you're kind of a natural with rigging." "Oh, uh, I'm a firefighter," Buck says. "So I kind of have to use it a lot." Tommy hums and smiles and keeps pulling the rope through the loop. "Same," he says. "That's not how I got started doing this, it was my ex. But I've been a firefighter a long time." And they talk about it as Buck ties one of Tommy's heels to the back of his thigh and he suspends his leg from the ceiling, pulling until Tommy's thighs are spread wide. Buck checks his balance and rubs a hand over his middle back and says, "You're doing great." And Tommy shudders and leans a little until his head is almost against Buck's shoulder, and Buck steps forward to give him somewhere to land. "You, too," Tommy mumbles. And Buck runs his fingers through Tommy's hair and feels him relax against him and realizes that he maybe kind of loves this.
5. Tommy teaches the classes a couple times a year. He can't commit to more because of their shift schedules, and he never has classes during wildfire season. But Buck is his assistant for the classes now. He lets Tommy do the tying, which he likes. It's nice, like a hug. He gets a little fuzzy with it, but doing it to Tommy in front of everyone would be like hitting the off switch on his brain. Buck is so well practiced at tying his boyfriend up that he can get Tommy under in just a few minutes, and then he'd have to be the one to teach the class. Which he probably could, but that kind of thing is just for them. Tommy gets quiet but so open, so vulnerable, and Buck just wants to take care of him, not explain what he's doing to a small group of people. He wants Tommy on a soft bed and getting pet all over and gently edged or kneeling on a training mat and taking Buck down his throat or suspended while Buck plays with him until he's crying. That's just for him to experience.
they're laying in ilya's bed post-fuck, shane all cuddled into ilya's side warm and sticky and pliant....(they're falling in love but they don't know it yet).....and ilya begins his usual routine, reaches over to his nightstand and lights a cig. and shane cuddles in a little closer, wrinkling his nose with a groan, burying it in ilya's skin to avoid the cig smell. and ilya just chuckles and brings it to his mouth, takes a puff, ruffles shane's hair.
"i really just don't see the appeal," his voice is muffled against ilya's pec, "it smells, it makes your teeth yellow, it messes up your fingernails, it can give you lung c-"
"and it tastes so fucking good after sex," ilya interrupts, and shane watches as he holds the smoke in for a brief moment before expending it from the corner of his mouth, angled away from shane - polite.
"there's just no fucking way," shane turns his head a bit, "you're just addicted to it so it tastes good to you now."
"same difference," ilya takes another puff, smiling down at shane's frown, "you want to try?"
"a cigarette? are you joking?" shane sits up incredulously, brow furrowed, "no, i like being in peak athletic form, thank you very much."
ilya rolls his eyes, reaching over to tap the tip of his cig against the ash tray at his bedside, "one cigarette is not going to do anything, hollander," he says matter-of-factly, "and i am also in peak athletic form by the way, if you had not noticed."
shane scoffs, "that's what you think. who knows what your performance would be like if you weren't inhaling those death sticks every hour of every day."
"is not that much."
"coulda fooled me."
ilya raises an eyebrow, "hollander, you're not actually mad about this are you? i will not force you to smoke a cigarette. you are fine."
"i know," shane grumbles, beginning to ease off the bed, eyes searching for his underwear discarded somewhere on the floor, "i just think you're being stupid, that's all."
"oh, that's all?" sardonic as always, ilya takes another puff, this time not bothering to exhale in the opposite direction. smoke trails past his lips and hovers over the center of the bed between the two of them.
shane stares. "seriously, what's the appeal? what was ever the appeal, before you started?"
ilya shrugs, lips downturned, "i don't know. is what everyone was doing. my friends, my brother. just seemed like normal thing."
"how old were you? when you had your first one?"
"twelve."
shane blinks. once, twice. his brow furrows even more, which ilya didn't think was possible. "you were twelve years old when you started smoking," he states.
another shrug, "was normal."
"that's crazy, rozanov," shane is staring at the cigarette now, and ilya sees something in his eyes that he can't place. he looks focused and yet far away, like he's trying to reconcile something in his mind.
"why? because i was having fun while you were watching mickey mouse?"
"because you- your body should not be in the condition it's in if it's been over ten years since you started. that doesn't make any sense. i don't think i've ever even heard you cough." shane seems to be spiraling a little, and ilya's not really sure why.
"why does it matter?" he asks with another shrug, "i am healthy, so no big deal."
"but it won't always be that way," shane is still halfway off the bed, one leg next to ilya's under the sheets while the other rests naked on the edge, like he's not sure if he wants to get up or stay seated, "it'll catch up to you eventually, it always does."
another shrug, "then i will quit."
"just like that? easy?"
"easy."
shane shakes his head, a smile playing at his lips, "you're unbelievable."
"thank you," ilya grins and taps the cig again, "and the offer still stands."
"...offer?"
"if you want to try, just ask."
shane breathes out through his nose, part laugh part huff, and finally pulls himself out of the bed. ilya watches, cigarette in hand, as shane nakedly crosses the room to pick up his briefs.
"no shower?" ilya asks; it's not a tease.
"nah, i promised hayden i'd get dinner with him and some of the guys at four," shane tugs his underwear on, "and if we get a shower i'm gonna end up blowing you." ilya doesn't think he'll ever be over the nonchalance of shane hollander saying things like blowing you in his bedroom at three o'clock on a weekday. he twitches under the sheets.
"are you sure? can be quick."
shane laughs, grin wide and beautiful as he reaches for his t-shirt, "we can not be quick. you know that." and the crazy thing is, ilya does know that. because this has been going on for so long now that they just know these things. shane just knows he'll want to take his time with ilya's cock, he knows he'll be on his knees in the shower until his skin gets wrinkly and uncomfortable, he knows ilya will want to return the favor as soon as he's done.
ilya sniffs, the scent of smoke beginning to permeate throughout the room. he watches shane tug on his sweatpants. "tell hayden i said hi."
shane rolls his eyes, walking back over to the bed to grab his phone from the other nightstand. he unlocks it and skims his notifications briefly before stuffing it in his pocket and turning his attention back to ilya.
"two weeks?" he asks, a confirmation.
"two weeks," ilya echoes back with a nod, "c'mere."
shane flushes a little, ilya's favorite thing, and then he's kneeling on the bed to press a soft kiss to ilya's lips, eyelashes fanning gorgeously over his freckled cheeks. ilya kisses back with a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, fingers tightening on the cig so it doesn't drop.
"you taste like smoke," shane mumbles against ilya's lips, but he doesn't pull away. instead he deepens the kiss a little, hand coming up to cup ilya's face tenderly.
"you like it," ilya murmurs, slipping his tongue into shane's mouth. shane groans a little, breath shaky, pulls away to peer down at ilya hazily. ilya nudges his nose against shane's, chasing his lips, "admit it."
"mmm..." shane's response is soft, light, thumb stroking the apple of ilya's cheek as they continue to kiss unhurriedly, like suddenly they have all the time in the world. ilya brings his hand up, cigarette still burning between his fingers, and holds it in front of his face, in front of shane's.
"you want to taste it, hollander?" he asks, voice low and hushed, "i won't tell."
shane's eyes are lidded and droopy, gaze falling to the cigarette growing smaller the longer he dawdles. he does seem to be thinking about it, and ilya figures he'll make the decision for him before he chickens out.
"come here," he murmurs, bringing the cig to his lips and his other hand to the back of shane's head. he cradles it, fingers scratching through shane's dark hair as he takes a slow puff. he uses his pinkie finger to tap shane's bottom lip.
shane doesn't move away, doesn't say no. instead, he closes his eyes and ilya watches as he opens his mouth. just enough to kiss. just enough for ilya to lean in and softly press their lips together. for him to carefully blow the exhaled smoke into shane's mouth. shane's eyelashes flutter, nose crinkling a bit - but he doesn't cough. he breathes slowly, precisely, like he somehow knows exactly what to do, inhaling obediently, taking it all into his throat and his athletic lungs.
"good?" ilya murmurs when he pulls away, and shane slowly opens his eyes. he's going to that place again, ilya can tell. that place ilya takes him so often. soft. docile. pliant.
"mhm," shane nods, blinking slowly. he's looking at ilya's lips.
"let's shower," ilya says softly, reaching behind him to press the remainder of the cigarette into the ashtray, dropping it from his fingers. he turns back to shane and strokes his cheek gently, thumbing his freckles, "hm? don't go yet." he's not usually this needy. or this obvious. but shane needs him now, they both know it.
"okay," shane mumbles, and a small tendril of smoke slips past his lips alongside the word.
The prompts are finally here! The week takes place 24-30 August, please read the rules right here, if you haven't already!
This year there are 5 prompts for each day with a bonus quote prompt every day! We're very excited and can't wait to see what you all come up with 💙
If you have any questions about the prompts or anything at all, don't hesitate to ask! We're here for you! 💙
While sharing your works please remember to @ us and/or use the tags #apprenticedickweek2026 or #apprentice dick week 2026 so we can find your work and reblog it!!
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Day 1
Bonus: “You were always the prize, Grayson”
Dick is de-aged to apprentice era / Branded / Reverse Robins au / Slade comes back for Dick / Praise kink
Day 2
Bonus: “Just like old times”
The lingering remnants of Slade’s brainwashing years after / Omegaverse / Apprentice reveal / Forced to attend a Wayne Gala / Bruises under clothes
Day 3
Bonus: “He’ll kill you if you help me”
Slade’s training sticks after Robin escapes / Begging / Batfam gets involved / Undercover as father and son / Escape attempt
Day 4
Bonus: “That actually hurt… Well done.”
Renegade meeting Damian and/or Jason at the League of Assassins / Kidnapping / A/B/O bitching / Contract between Dick and Slade / Secret identity reveal
Day 5
Bonus: “No one is coming for you”
People don’t believe Dick that he was the Apprentice / Obsession / Apprentice Dick and Terra / Non-consensual video taping / Memory loss
Day 6
Bonus: “He’s not yours anymore”
Stockholm Syndrome Symptoms / Grooming / Trauma reveal / Meeting alternative selves / Dick saves Slade’s life
A soft reminder that the Apprentice Dick week 2026 starts in 3 months!! If you know you need more time to get your works ready, now's the perfect time to start!!
anyway been writing omegaverse this week for the first time in uhh *checks notes* 11 years and have to say something i find interesting about it is that it's this like. frankly very normal fetish thing that's just breached containtment to a bizarre degree?
on 2 separate occasions i've had conversations with people where they've mentioned something they don't Get about omegaverse and I've been like 'well it's like that bcos it's a fetish thing' and they've been like 'it's a what??'
it gets treated as this like stock fandom AU and i'll see people like 'i don't understand why anyone wants to read this' and i'm like yes that's bcos it's pretty intense* fetish content & you don't have the right assortment of fetishes for it? there's a bunch of other similar Stock Settings that just haven't breached containment.
*intense as in like, Density of fetish content involved rather than intensity of fetish if that makes sense?
im alright with fetish ideas 'breaching containment' because then its less stigmatized but like its still fetish content and its a little perplexing how people could read omegaverse stuff and not realize its fetish content?
SO i think i've observed 2 separate but related things going on:
firstly the aforementioned demographic of people who have somehow genuinely failed to clock that it's a kink thing
but also a second demographic of people who seem to have taken its like. prominence in fandom spaces as a sign that they're somehow 'expected' to like it? i've not really seen this attitude with any other kink.
ppl will talk about it the way they might talk about say high school/college AUs or coffee shop AUs which are very common and i guess are sometimes presented as things that everyone finds fluffy & relatable? when in reality it's more like idk. piss kink. it'd be pretty weird to read a piss kink fic and go 'ewww why does the author expect me to find piss sexy??' well they don't. they expect people who already think piss is sexy to read the fic.
In the name of historical accuracy here is the actual origin point on omegaverse:
Obviously there was a process of development leading up to it but this kink meme prompt led to whats generally accepted as the OG. Ultimately the brain child of this anonymous poster. Have they ever identified themselves??
An important thing to remember here is that while I appreciate why some people find world building heavy omegaverse puzzling or irritating, the fact that someone is writing primarily or exclusively SFW social commentary w world building omegaverse does NOT mean it's not a kink thing for them. Maybe world building is their kink. You don't know.
this post is going around again so have an additional Thought:
the omegaverse belongs to an genre i have mentally dubbed 'speculative kink'. there are various other types of speculative kink; a well known example in fanfiction spaces is the dom/sub AU, a kind of precursor to omegaverse where the premise is 'what if everyone was biologically a dom or a sub'.
however: there various other shared speculative kink settings out there. unfortunately I cannot get into this too much without discussing some uhhh Devils Sacraments I have attended so you will have to trust me. but I'm aware of several other demographics out there doing speculative kink worldbuilding.
a major difference between omegaverse and the other speculative kink settings I'm aware of is that omegaverse takes itself much more seriously. omegaverse works are often aiming to be understood as serious commentary on gender roles with legitimate worldbuilding. in contrast other speculative kink is typically very open about the fact that the worldbuilding is complete nonsense that exists in service of getting to the kink as soon as possible.
this is something that I think really adds to the Confusion around it! to be clear I do not think it's a bad thing and the fact is, yes you can use kink to explore social themes. but there is sometimes an apparent contradiction between the implied aims of an omegaverse work (to comment on gender roles) and the basics of the setting (Turbo Gender Roles).
The prompts are finally here! The week takes place 24-30 August, please read the rules right here, if you haven't already!
This year there are 5 prompts for each day with a bonus quote prompt every day! We're very excited and can't wait to see what you all come up with 💙
If you have any questions about the prompts or anything at all, don't hesitate to ask! We're here for you! 💙
While sharing your works please remember to @ us and/or use the tags #apprenticedickweek2026 or #apprentice dick week 2026 so we can find your work and reblog it!!
Alt for prompts under read more
Day 1
Bonus: “You were always the prize, Grayson”
Dick is de-aged to apprentice era / Branded / Reverse Robins au / Slade comes back for Dick / Praise kink
Day 2
Bonus: “Just like old times”
The lingering remnants of Slade’s brainwashing years after / Omegaverse / Apprentice reveal / Forced to attend a Wayne Gala / Bruises under clothes
Day 3
Bonus: “He’ll kill you if you help me”
Slade’s training sticks after Robin escapes / Begging / Batfam gets involved / Undercover as father and son / Escape attempt
Day 4
Bonus: “That actually hurt… Well done.”
Renegade meeting Damian and/or Jason at the League of Assassins / Kidnapping / A/B/O bitching / Contract between Dick and Slade / Secret identity reveal
Day 5
Bonus: “No one is coming for you”
People don’t believe Dick that he was the Apprentice / Obsession / Apprentice Dick and Terra / Non-consensual video taping / Memory loss
Day 6
Bonus: “He’s not yours anymore”
Stockholm Syndrome Symptoms / Grooming / Trauma reveal / Meeting alternative selves / Dick saves Slade’s life
A soft reminder that the Apprentice Dick week 2026 starts in 3 months!! If you know you need more time to get your works ready, now's the perfect time to start!!
I fucking love when people give in-universe reasons for omegaverse shenanigans being a relatively new phenomenon and not just a fact of life. And this is probably my favorite out of all of them. Insane choice, and I want to kiss the author sloppy style about it.
As we all know, the Spanish Flu caused the omegaverse. Iconic.
the number 1 rule of fanfic is have fun and be yourself. the number 2 rule is the average healthy adult male can lose roughly 2 liters of blood before dying.
