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A story, and a decision :

Hello lovely friends and followers,

I’ve been thinking a lot over the past few weeks about what I want this blog to be and what I want to be known for.

When I first started writing on here, I was strictly a PG rated blog. I had no intentions of writing anything smutty or extremely explicit because I wasn’t comfortable with that. But, over time, I got more and more requests for stories of that nature and I eventually caved in, because I knew those ones would be the most popular and gain me more followers.

In short, I put my greed over my morals.

I would never condemn anyone on here who writes or reads smut. If that is something you are comfortable with and feel is appropriate for you, then that is totally fine with me. I, however, am not fine with it and it’s something that I’ve struggled with for a long time.

I may have brought this up a long time ago, but it’s not something I usually expand upon. I am a Christian; My relationship with Jesus is extremely important to me and it’s one that I’ve held since childhood. At this point in my life, I feel as though that relationship is being hindered by the fact that I struggle with sexual temptation and pornography addiction. It’s a problem I’ve had since I was a teenager and it doesn’t help when I spend my days writing very explicit sex scenes. You may think that I sound absolutely ridiculous and that I shouldn’t be letting some religious fear keep me from writing, but it goes much deeper than that. At the moment, I am not in control; I’m losing this fight and I feel it necessary to put a full stop to all smut in my writing. I know that those stories are popular and I won’t delete the ones I’ve already written. But, for the time being, I won’t be writing any more smut and am putting a hold on Frisky Friday.

I apologize if this upsets anyone or if you think it’s a stupid idea, but please know that this is something I need to do for me and my spiritual walk. You don’t have to understand it, but I ask that you please respect it.

I will still be writing! Fluff and daddy!harry stories and concepts are always welcome, and I’m not above doing some PG scenes the way I used to, but they won’t be explicit. We can still have fun and love Harry and talk about him, and I can recommend a lot of lovely writers who are comfortable writing smut, if that’s really what you fancy. They’re wonderful, talented people who are doing their thing and doing it well. I’m still going to be me, and I’m still going to talk about how much I love Harry’s bum, but I’m going to be toning it down a lot.

Again, I hope you all understand where I’m coming from. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask, as I’m very open to talking about this because I know I’m not the only person who struggles with these things.

I love you all. Thank you for being you.


Ch 5 of 5 - What If? - Jack Frost/Pitch Black/Gwyn ap Nudd

Title: What If? (Ch 5 of 5) (8300~ words).
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Jack Frost/Pitch Black, Jack Frost/Pitch Black/Gwyn ap Nudd, Jack Frost/Gwyn ap Nudd
Characters: Jack Frost, Pitch Black, Gwyn ap Nudd
Warnings/Tags (for whole fic): AU, threesome / menage, negotiation, consent, bittersweet, angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, oneshot in two chapters, temperature play, bondage (shibari), mild edging, dominance, submission, praise kink, spitroasting, anal sex, oral sex, snuggling

Summary: Jack sometimes finds his thoughts straying to Gwyn, King of the Seelie, and wonders how life is going for him, and Pitch has always been one to fantasise strongly and often about all the different ways he can bring Jack pleasure. So when Jack expresses a wish to see the King of the Seelie again, Pitch has a suggestion that will unite the three of them in ways Jack could never have foreseen.

What If? - Chapter 5 of 5 - Jack/Gwyn

In which Jack feels his way through a tricky situation or two, and actually realises that he really kind of specifically likes this ‘domming Gwyn’ thing.

Writing Day #03

Today was kinda crazy schedule wise, so I wasn’t able to get much done- but I got some amazing news about a big test I took recently! So a win I guess! ☺️😂

Time spent- 30 minutes

Music- Philip glass playlist 💜

Accomplished- a few paragraphs. academics must unfortunately come first…. *sigh*

Tomorrow- I don’t expect to get anything done. I’m going be out of the house from 9 AM to 10 PM. One can hope though! I’m still quite optimistic about where this chapter is going! ☺️

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I’ve been in a distinctly odd mood the last few days, and that seems to have hit its peak today – forgive me for inactivity / delays in answering asks. I also have a week of exams next week + two more exams on the monday and tuesday following that week, so –

I’m not claiming that this is a hiatus or semi-hiatus necessarily I often write these posts then suddenly find motivation out of nowhere, but if I am slow / not here / blah blah blah exams + Odd Moods are why.

Fire, Fire - Chapter 2 - Homeo (Wherefore_art_thou_Homeo) - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

[**NOTE**: Only read this if you have already read the first work in this series, Top of the World. Reading this first would spoil some of the bigger reveals of the first work. Also, this is a totally skippable segment of the TotW series. If the things mentioned in the tags make you uncomfortable, you can 100% skip this story without missing out on anything important to later segments.]

Noya hadn’t realized his shoulders were tense, but they relaxed once he could no longer hear his mother’s footsteps. He kicked his feet gently a few times and uncovered his head. He smiled at the wall. He still had a crumpled-up ten-dollar bill and several ones, along with a small handful of change. He could make that work for a while. It would be fine.

It would all be fine.

Chapter two is here at last my dudes. It’s a bit longer and a lot heavier than I originally planned, but it’s also here earlier than I thought it would be! I hope you enjoy ~

Give us a reblog if you do? :D

A Dreary Heart - Chapter 6 - Within the Legion
The hunt has officially started, but travailing with the Thunder Legion isn't exactly what Lucy thought it would be. Believe it or not but these stone cold Fairies might be a little bit warmer than the once believed.
By Organization for Transformative Works

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Fic Update: Form 5763W

Fandom: swtor

Pairing: Aric Jorgan/Republic Trooper

Chapter Title: It Comes Back to You (Read on Ao3!)

Rating: Teen

Summary: Jorgan and Wynneth hoped for a quiet wedding. But when the political realities of the ceremony come to light, things become real complicated, real quick.


“Told you I’d wake you up,” Jorgan said, kissing the back of Wynneth’s neck. Nothing started the day better than an orgasm.

She stretched out underneath him, intertwining their fingers. “Don’t sound so smug,” she said. Her voice might be still groggy from sleep, but he heard the smile behind the words. “I’m not awake yet.”

Jorgan rolled off of her and lay on his back, one hand behind his head, the other resting on Wynneth’s ass. Even with sex, it still took her a ridiculous time to get out of bed in the morning. If he had one annoyance with his betrothed, that was it. He just didn’t understand it. For Jorgan, the alarm goes off, he wakes up. End of story. But considering they didn’t have any meetings today and would probably spend most of the day doing paperwork, he supposed it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the galaxy to stay in bed for a little longer.

His holopad sat on the nightstand and instead of waiting for Wynneth to start the day, Jorgan picked it up and checked for messages. The message program told him he had fifty-seven requests for comment from the press. Without a second thought he deleted everyone of them, leaving only a few that he might actually care about.

One caught his attention right away. “Babe, a buddy of mine just got back to me about the form,” Jorgan said, tapping Wynneth’s ass. She stirred, moving on to her side, giving him a beautiful view of her breasts. He gave himself a moment to admire her - really, it would be rude not to - before going back to the message. “He and his husband are both army.”

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Kenma recognizes him from the broad lines of his back and the strong muscles that cover his shoulders and biceps. He doesn’t move much but when he does, they ripple like water, flowing so smoothly it’s mesmerizing. Kenma can’t see much at all; there’s no moon out and the street lights are down, but he knows this body well enough.

Kenma opens the door softly and steps out. From the slightest stiffening of Iwaizumi’s shoulders, he knows the man is aware of his presence, which is impressive since he’s always been quiet in his movements. He walks forward and grabs onto the railing, the cold metal biting into his skin.

“Can’t sleep?”

It’s rare for Kenma to initiate a conversation. It isn’t lack of interest so much as it is the fact that he’s rarely comfortable enough to start talking to someone. But his curiosity is far too great when it comes to Iwaizumi. The man is different from the others in the band. He never asks Kenma questions, never tries to pry, and respects his personal space, though he does smile at him occasionally and he makes great coffee.

Iwaizumi doesn’t turn to look at him but he smiles a little, his dimple barely visible. “Yeah, it’s just one of those nights, you know?”

Kenma nods because he does in fact know. Leaning forward, he rests his chin on the metal and winces when the cold hits him harder than he expected, but it’s not a bad sensation. The wind feels nice, just this side of chilly, and the silence is welcome. They don’t live in a good neighborhood, and there’s always fighting and loud music and an absurd amount of yelling.

But on this night, at 2:47 in the morning, with the stars hiding behind the clouds and the moon nowhere in sight, Kenma has never liked this place better. Iwaizumi’s presence is strangely comforting, and the sound of his every inhale followed by a soft exhale makes Kenma unconsciously sync with him.

“Do you like it here so far?”

The tone of Iwaizumi’s voice makes it abundantly clear that Kenma is free to ignore the question if he wants to. He appreciates that, and decides to answer honestly.

“Haven’t really been here long enough to decide,” he says, eyes sliding shut, “but I think I’m going to stay just a little longer, if that’s alright with you.”

Iwaizumi huffs out a laugh, and it’s strangely endearing. “No problems here.” He brings the cigarette to his lips and takes a long drag, and Kenma watches as he blows out the smoke with a sigh, a white cloud forming into the silent darkness of the night. The metal of his tongue piercing shimmers when the headlights of a passing car shines on it, and Kenma’s breath hitches in his throat.

Iwaizumi offers him the cigarette without turning to look at him and Kenma accepts it gratefully. He takes a generous drag of his own and the feel of the smoke calms him with its familiarity. Blowing out the smoke with a lengthy exhale, he hands it back to Iwaizumi, and he feels a new bond form. It’s intimate in a way he’s never felt before, warm even when it’s cold, and he actually likes it. Might even get used to it.

He finally turns to face the man and takes in his profile, and it keeps surprising him, how handsome the raven-head really is. “Has Kuroo always been this insufferable?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widen at the question before he starts laughing, loud and deep, and Kenma finds himself smiling along.

“You could say that, though Oikawa is right up there with him.” Iwaizumi winks, a playful smile dancing on his lips, “Don’t tell him I said that though.”

Kenma covers his mouth dramatically and Iwaizumi nods his approval. The two grin and face the street again.

The view isn’t terrible, if Kenma’s being honest. They aren’t high enough for him to feel anxious, but he can easily see the park a few metres away. A sigh of content escapes him and Iwaizumi mirrors it and they just stand there, shrouded by the comfortable silence between them that mingles with the silence of the night.

It’s nice, Kenma decides. It’s nice.

Hurricane AU

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The Bin, the creep, and the dryer

A/N: 3.1K of Sin Bin logistics, guys being dudes, and dudes being gross. I couldn’t stop laughing writing parts of this. It’s ridiculous. I’m sorry.

“Dex. Dex.”

Dex cracked an eye open. He’d been asleep on the green monstrosity, post-kegster. The light coming through the window was thin and gray, and he could hear Bitty in the kitchen, humming softly as he washed dishes. Ransom and Holster were not yet acting as cleanup crew, so they were presumably still asleep. Nursey was across the room, curled in an armchair. They’d rock-paper-scissored for the couch. The victor had surprised no one.

Standing over Dex was Chowder, his brows pinched and his hands fidgeting at his sides. “Dex,” he whispered fiercely.

“Huh?” Dex asked, tucking a yawn into his elbow.

“Dex, the dryer’s broken again.”

Dex sighed and sat up. He ran a hand over his face, wiping sleep away. “Sorry, Chow. It’s the best I can do.”

“It’s making… noises.”

“Yeah. It’ll work as long as you don’t put too much in it.”

“Dex, it sounds like it’s going to catch fire.”

“I know. We’re only $700 away from a new one. $400, probably, after last night.” After much debate, it had been the first kegster where they’d charged an entrance fee.

“This is the third day I’ve worn this pair of boxers.”

Yeah, they really needed that cash.

Dex blinked slowly, shook his head, breathed through his nose. “Ok. First, gross. Second, I – gross. Third, the washer still works. Hang up your laundry. I have a drying rack in my dorm. I don’t really need it, so I’ll bring it over.”

Chowder looked about to cry. “Thank you, Dex.” He grabbed the back of Dex’s head and rushed forward to kiss both his cheeks. By the time Dex could protest, he was already bounding up the stairs, hopefully to get his dirty laundry and fucking wash it. Dex personally hoped the others followed his example. There’d been a certain ambiance around the haus the past week.

Dex would bring over the drying rack, but a single drying rack could not handle the laundry of a haus full of hockey players. It would be a temporary solution, a bandaid over a bullet wound. He’d have to find a way to get the money soon.

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Someone In The Crowd


chapter one: another day of sun

summary: Phil’s an aspiring actor with more than a few years of living in LA with no avail. Dan’s a jazz pianist stuck in daydreams and a pile of bills. They see right through each other from the beginning but can they make their dreams come true together? aka the La La Land fic no one asked for

words: 2k

warnings: swearing and eventual smut 

authors notes: this is the product of my interest in la la land and dan and phil. my friend caitlyn likes it. i will try to update on mondays. hope you like it. this first chapter is sort of short but you get the idea. 

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I’m looking at all these fics with lots of kudos, lots of hits, lots of subscriptions I’m sure, and then *crickets* at an update. IF THERE ARE SAY 100 PEOPLE SUBSCRIBED, WHY ARE THERE ONLY TWO COMMENTS?? Let’s say only 10% of the people still read it. That’s ten comments that should be there. 

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When you post your Xth chapter, you already know that people are reading it, there’s already a crowd gathered. Even if it’s only a few people, you know that they are there. “Does no one like it? What’s going on? What happened? Everyone loved it before?? I thought?? Did I mess up?”


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silk | BTS AU | Chapter Five

Genre : BTS AU, CEO!Jimin & Jungkook, SMUT/ANGST, tw: swearing, sexual content 18+

Characters : Park Jimin x Reader, featuring Jeon Jungkook

Word Count : 5579 idk what happened lol soz

A/N: Hello my friends finally im comin through w another update hey pls enjoy and tell me what u think


[song of the chapter]

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title: too busy being yours
pairing: liam payne/harry styles
summary: slight inception au // after an extraction job, liam and harry must leave in case their mark realizes what they’ve done and comes after them. splitting up makes it easier for them to hide in plain sight. however, liam being level-headed is both a gift and a curse when he realizes that maybe being on their own isn’t the best of ideas, not because they’re in immediate danger, but because harry is practically an extension of liam.
notes: this is basically just smut, but it’s a gift for @lovingliam, and my first time writing lirry, so. lmao, i hope it’s okay.