AhemWell JungKook’s lastest airport fashion just put me through pain. And by that I mean SMUT on the way. I just decided to combine these two requests as they fit what I have in mind. I love Ur writing so much can I request a Jungkook smut the sex in car thing when we are traveling from Seoul to busan hiii! Can I request a smut scenario based off of Ariana’s song every day w/ rapmon or jungkook So I hope its ok and you guys enjoy it. (If you want you can enjoy the song too) Dirty Talk, Thigh Riding Smuttish Something JungKook Your heaven and hell Your cute yet way too stubborn boyfriend. He was away for concert and it has been two weeks.
He should have been back that day but you missed him so bad. Summary: Derek decides to take a love potion, but things don’t go quite the way he intended.
Note: Written for Teen Wolf Bingo (“Stiles/Derek”). Loosely based on the song by the same name.
“Deputy Stilinski,” he hears over the radio. “We have reports of what appears to be a drunk and disorderly accosting people on the sidewalk.” Stiles looks up from the ticket he’s writing. It figures, on the one day he’s assigned as the downtown traffic cop. “He’s near your location,” dispatch continues, giving him pertinent information. “Okay, I’ll intercept,” he says, ripping the ticket from the pad and tucking it under some poor fool’s windshield wiper.
Shouldn’t have illegally parked, buddy. Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually) Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together.
Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state. A/N: I interrupt the drabble series with an update!
Sorry this took so long to put out, I forgot I had it written up lmao. Only a week left before the defrosting and shit just got real yo. I’m here to give a tutorial on how I make those “animations” on Windows Movie maker!
I would add screenshots, but my laptop doesn’t want to work. So, I’ll try my best to describe it. If you have any questions, DM me! I don’t bite. By 2.7k words, G rated. September 1st, 2017 Albus couldn’t feel the tips of his fingers and there was a buzzing in his ears, making it difficult to hear the instructions he had been given. The tall blonde girl who was talking to the first years looked smart in her green robes.
He squinted towards the Gryffindor table. Rose was leaning across to his older brother, who looked solemn.
Albus thought that she had less to worry about at this particular moment in time. She would be wearing the correct coloured robes for the next seven years. He was currently dealing with a lot. Roth-Krnka prototype M1897 semi-automatic pistol Designed by Karel Krnka in the employ of Georg Roth in Vienna, Austria.
Serial Number 61. 8x19mm centerfire, fixed box magazine, recoil operated. This handgun is a developmental step in the design of the latter Roth-Krnka M.7 from 1900. It was submitted to the Austro-Hungarian military trials in 1897 and the Swiss military trials in 1898, with no success. The M.7 however would end up being the first semi-automatic pistol adopted by a major land power, predating the Luger’s German service by a year. Roth-Krnka M.7 semi-automatic pistol with stripper clips Sauce: James D. Anyway this an example of “ holy shit i just remembered i havent posted anything in like 2 months and people will actually stop giving a shit i write this fic” so here is chapter 7 and i swear to gosh it will pick up just stick with me plea se Rondo slipped a business card into Percy’s jacket pocket, telling him to call him about a job.
Then, Percy walked with Annabeth back to the front of the house. Jason was out front, waiting for them. They entered the car again, speeding off. “We don’t even need a bug!” Annabeth sounded happily surprised. “Yeah, but I can’t work for him without you.” Percy flipped the card in his fingers, “I’m not that kind of agent,” He mumbled, and Annabeth laughed. “Seaweed Brain, look at the area code.
Los Angeles.” Annabeth laughed, and Percy looked at her quizzically. “Seaweed Brain?” “California.
You not understanding that I’d go anyway” Annabeth held her hands out, waiting for him to get it. “Not very clever,” Percy laughed. “It will be, when we are in LA,” Annabeth countered, unhooking her jewelry to put in her clutch. Percy noticed the shine of a metal revolver, small enough to go unnoticed. Percy took this as the okay to get comfortable, untying his tie.
He opened two buttons, letting himself breathe more freely, leaning his head back on the headrest. The two of them let out a tired sigh, before hearing a stomach rumble. A second after, Percy’s stomach rumbled as well.
Annabeth and he exchanged glances before leaning up to talk to Jason. “You want burgers?” They asked together. One of you look up a burger place.” Jason kept driving, and Percy took out his phone. He scrolled through nearby fast food chains before saying through a breath, “There’s a McDonald’s off the next exit.” Ten minutes later all three of the covered themselves in napkins.
Annabeth had already let a drop of ketchup drip onto her napkins. All of them conversed through hums and huffs. The paper remains of their meal was chucked into the garbage before heading back again.
Percy found himself close to falling asleep in the car, head leaning against the window. The minutes before he actually fell asleep, he wondered about the mission. What would he tell his mom? He hated lying, and didn’t know just how much he could tell her. It took a minute to decide to ask Chiron about it, because it mattered. If he was moving to LA, how big of a lie would it be?
Probably not as big, but he needed to figure out what to say. The worst part was that he wanted to leave.
Percy wanted to go, the deep need to complete the mission was buried in him. There was no way around it, so he had to let something give. “Annabeth?” Percy lets his voice come out, sleepy and gravelly. “Yes?” He can’t see her, but he can tell she isn’t super focused on him. “What do I tell my family?” The instant the words left the car changed temperature.
It got colder. Everything felt stiff, causing Percy to sit up. The look in Annabeth’s eyes is almost broken. Percy felt his chest tighten at the confused and sad look etched on her face. “I don’t know.” Her words were soft, slowly looking up to hold eye contact with him. The normally stormy eyes burned into him, and Percy nodded slightly.
Annabeth turned away at that moment, and Percy took the cue to take a nap. Upon waking up, Percy was back at the HQ. Annabeth had shaken him awake, already out of the car. Percy followed her out of the car, groggy and ready to go home. Jason walked ahead of them, all of them in silence. They were all greeted by Chiron, who escorted them to a conference room down the hall. Jason went back to his desk, and Chiron let Annabeth leave.
“Percy, debrief me.” Percy did as he was told, telling Chiron everything. Almost everything, leaving out the flashbacks. He finished his debriefing with a question.
“What do I tell my mom?” His voice sounded broken. The way he sounded, the desperation, wasn’t intentional. Percy had only been at this for about three days, but the crushing weight of having to lie to his mom weighed on him. Would it get easier?
“Almost the whole truth,” Chiron paused, leaning his elbows on the reflective metal table, “Tell her you’re working with the FBI. We have to move you to LA, your talents are needed there. Tell her it is confidential, but you wish you could tell her.” Percy felt immediately better, letting out a sigh, “Thank you, sir. You have no idea how much I hate lying to my mom.” Chiron let out a heartly laugh, waving it off.
“Quite alright, Percy.” Chiron moved open the door, “Go home. Everyone’s going anyway. Make some friends.” Percy felt a lopsided grin enter his expression, and he thanked his boss before leaving the room. The open office was the whole team in a circle, laughing loudly. Grover spotted Percy, waving him over. Percy joined the group, being passed a beer by Annabeth.
She put her finger to her lips, and Percy felt a laugh bubble in his chest. “You keep surprising me, Chase.” Percy took a swig, and Jason threw a wink his way. “She tends to do that,” Grover commented, before patting him on the back.
“Hate to be a buzzkill, but the plants need a-tending to.” He saluted the group before making an exit. Everyone cheered a goodbye, pulling Percy closer into the circle.
“Alright- we need a nickname for Mr Mystery.” Piper pointed at Percy. Percy pulled an obnoxious dumbfounded face. I’m an open book!” He shrugged his shoulders with an exaggerated pout. “Yeah, with half the pages with important info blacked out,” Thalia laughed, raising her hand, “Aight, guys, O’Hara’s!
Drinks on me!” “Ooh, generous! I’ll push my luck with that.” Annabeth nudged the punky girl, and Percy smiled broadly. “Shots- see what the new guy can take,” Piper suggested, waving at Percy’s outfit, “Change first.
We are going to a pub, Slick.” “Alright, gimme a second!” Percy laughed, finding his way to change into comfortable clothing. Everyone took a few cars to Piper’s apartment and called an uber to ride to the bar. The night passed in a haze of drinks and laughter. Sports stayed on the televisions all night, soft pop music playing in the background as Percy felt himself get to know his team.
He liked the sound of that. It has a sense of belonging and security. The little neon signs advertising alcohol and letting every visitor know the bar was open drowned out to background lighting as they all took shots. Percy felt like he was in a group of friends.
It felt comforting. The night ended with everyone staying at Piper’s, spread out across rugs and couches, Annabeth and Thalia taking the small bed in the second bedroom. Need more Revan and Bastila parallels? I might be going crazy or just over analyzing but I was listening to a bunch of Star Wars OST’s at peak volume and I picked up some goodies: Kylo Ren/Ancient Sith parallel Listen to the theme of the Ancient Sith (it’ll automatically start at 7:19, but wait a few seconds (around 7:28) and you can hear Kylo’s theme song briefly BUT IT’S THERE). And just in case you don’t remember, here’s part of Kylo’s theme song (automatically opens to 0:49 seconds in) As for Bastila = Rey, this part is so subtle you can miss it, but listen to the chimes/xylophone/glockenspiel (I can’t figure it out) played softly around (automatically opens to1:18) Now listen to this part of Rey’s theme (also some kind of pretty glockenspiel or xylophone part, I am not a music major) (automatically opens to 0:12: I’m not sure if John Williams (who didn’t compose KOTOR) picked up some inspiration from these pieces(especially the Kylo Ren theme). But it got me excited anyways XD.
An anon asked me to comply a kind of beginner’s guide on how to write fanfiction, so here we go! Beforehand I want to say that this is going to be a very subjective masterpost where I basically just list off all the things I have learned over time that may be useful to you. So, please, bear with me. Anyways, let’s go! Tips for writing in general: 1. Don’t tell, show: “He was popular.” vs “Several people greeted him as he walked down the hallway” or “Hey, ABC, are you coming to my party on Friday?” 2. Write, write, write: The more you write the better you get.
It takes some time to find your style and syntax. Try to avoid repeating yourself. Make use of pronouns (ABC smiled. He was sure everything would be all right.) and descriptions (the blonde boy, the younger boy, the other girl) 4. If you’re unsure about your grammar, fish for a beta, there are tons of people willing to help you! If you have no idea where to find them, contact writing blogs or writers. Don’t be scared to ask!
Nothing is perfect on the first try. Just write it out, editing comes later. Let yourself be inspired by others: read a lot (this way you also automatically expand your vocabulary) 7. Don’t force anything: If you like angst, write angst and don’t force yourself to write a crack fic, for example. Writer’s block will happen. It will also go away. Most importantly: Take a deep breath!
It’s okay, you got this! You’ll get better over time and as long as you have fun writing, you’ll never produce something bad, I promise. Tips for coming up with a plot/beginning: 1. There are tons of AUs other people already made up! If you have no idea for a plot, just search on tumblr, you’ll find something. If you have just one scene in mind, write that scene! Let the characters tell you what they do next.
The beginning doesn’t have to be the first thing you write. The cities and bridges principle (that’s a thing I came up with myself, so it might not work for you, in that case, I’m sorry): Cities are the plot points you know, the scenes you see clear as day in your head.
They are the twists and turns you know you want to have in the fic. Cities are the easy ones to write, the scenes and twists and maybe just conflicts or felt emotions you write the whole fic for. Bridges are what you don’t know, the minor details, the things that have to be build, the things that you build along the way.
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How do I get my character from A to B, ya feel? Don’t worry too much about the bridges. They will eventually come to you, in one way or another. Just write and see what has been written at the end.
Then change it as much as you like, if you have to. Tips for smut: 1. Don’t call it ‘member’. Lube, so much lube. Lube and condoms, please. STDs/STIs are a thing. So, lots and lots of lube.
Also condoms if it’s a hook-up/no monogamy/first time. Smut is probably one of the hardest things to write. Don’t get frustrated if it sounds weird or you have no idea what to do. Read smut, get an idea. Watch porn for the basics, maybe. All in all just keep it as realistic as possible. People can moan, groan, whimper, writhe beneath sb, cry out, bury their nails, fist their hands into the sheets, cling to sb, plead, beg, etc.
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It’s okay if you feel uncomfortable with writing smut. Then just don’t. It won’t make your work worse. Please, don’t call it 'member’.