[stellaafterdark27]

enjoying a bubble bath and watching pride and prejudice after posting the smuttiest smut I might have ever written earlier 🫧😇

[sarcasmandships]

The genderbent solangelo fic you didn’t know you needed (heads up it’s like 80% smut):

Oh, Won’t You Kiss Me On The Mouth And Love Me Like A Sailor?

“So,” she starts again, voice pitching too high before she clears her throat. “Sex. With… girls. Um.”

Nico raises an eyebrow. “Great start.”

First times are supposed to be awkward. This one also comes with a surprisingly thorough demonstration where Will is the world’s most desperate instructor and Nico is very eager to learn.

[stellaafterdark27]

As promised!! (2months later oops)

[sarcasmandships]

If You Can’t Handle The Heat, Get Out Of The Kitchen

In the kitchen of one of New York’s busiest restaurants, chaos is an art form—and no one orchestrates it better than Head Chef Nico di Angelo and Head Server Will Solace. They’ve spent years circling each other through the heat and noise: shouting across pass counters, trading insults like currency, pretending the tension between them is just another occupational hazard.

Sharp knives. Sharper tongues. And two men too stubborn to admit they might just be craving the same thing.

[stellaafterdark27]

Reblogging here since ch2 of this fic is smut

[stellaafterdark27]

sigh I cant escape the peer pressure, one suggestion from a friend and im now writing genderbent solangelo smut which is slowly just turning to a guide on how to get ur girlfriend off. watch it end up 20k words.

[stellaafterdark27]

so I let the voices (my friends on discord mentioning an idea) win and now I’m writing toxic yuri in the form of the smuttiest smut I’ve ever written. So yeah. Stay tuned for that one!!

[stellaafterdark27]

Ok I promise the next chapter of Socialites it’s in the process of being edited, but I’m struggling with editing it because everything is happening all at once but also not much plot progression is happening and it all just feels messy to me. Also, there is a smut outtake that immediately follows it and I want to upload them together, but I’ve not finished writing the snut outtake yet, so overall I’m feeling kinda burnt out with it all.

But, to make up for the wait and to still give my brain something to do, I’m working on finishing/editing some existing one shots so I will still have stuff for you guys to read in the meantime!!

[biomasse-comic]

fighting the problematic stereotype of 'only the bad guys are weird sex perverts' by making the good-hearted protagonist an even weirder sex pervert

[ouroborosmoons]

[stellaafterdark27]

Hi guys!! Woah first fic I’m advertising on this sideblog (scary)

okay so. you know that thing in teen wolf where scott can take other people’s pain?? like he literally puts his hands on someone and pulls the pain out of their body so they can heal?? yeah. the second i saw that i was like will solace should absolutely be able to do that. it just makes sense. that is 100% a will solace power. (healer boy with secret freak potential.)

and then obviously my brain did what it always does and said: okay but what if we made it horny.

so this fic is basically:

- will has the ability to take pain

- he and nico have explored that in… a very specific context

-there’s trust, consent, intimacy, and a little bit of fucked up tenderness

-and then nico comes back from a week away and they cannot keep their hands off each other

-pain play + will’s power = freaky mutual intensity and feelings. so many feelings.

if any of that sounds like your vibe:

A Heuristic Evaluation of Pain as Intimacy: A Case Study of Two Idiots in Love

Will Solace has always been able to take pain—draw it into himself when it’s too sharp, too deep, when a body can’t heal around it. In the infirmary, it’s a gift he uses carefully: to ease broken ribs, to quiet fevers, to help campers rest when nothing else works. But with Nico, that ability became something more. Not just a method of healing, but a form of intimacy—something they discovered slowly, deliberately, in the quiet of Nico’s cabin, where bruises bloomed beneath teeth and Will took the sting like a promise.

Now, after a week apart—after Hades pulled Nico back into the Underworld’s orbit, leaving Will aching in the quiet—he’s back. Frayed at the edges, desperate to feel something real. And the moment they touch, it breaks open. Clothes fall away, hands grasp hard, and Will uses his power the way Nico trusts him to: drawing pain from each bite and mark, until it pulses between them like something sacred.