Okay But Tumblr Why Are We Sleeping On This Daddy AF Boi Here??

Okay but Tumblr why are we sleeping on this Daddy AF boi here??

Yeah, same tbh. Like, I tend to tag everything out of paranoia because anything can be someone's big red no button ya know?

Buuuut also as someone who tends to hunt specific tags when the mood strikes, I appreciate the easier searchability that tagging everyrhing gives. Plus, like they said, it's advertising! You are your work's Circus Barker.

And some tags actually draw people outta pure curiosity. I tagged #cactus once and a reader specifically mentioned that it was what made them click to find out, and they stayed for the story lol

So i read stuff on your blog a lot, i love the discussions and the varied perspectives and i was wondering about something that caught my eye - do people really think overly explicit tagging is a thing? i'm not talking about tagging every character and event that appears for 2s but complaints about smut tags being too detailed? i thought that was the point? someone might be fine reading about anal sex but not anal fisting. i know i have limits. isn't tagging everything good???

This is a question I wonder about myself, sometimes. I write smut and I do wonder whether I should tag all of the sex acts or not. Some of the fics, I have. Others, I haven’t. I can’t say for sure whether its affected my readers at all because no one has said anything to me directly about one type of tagging or the other. 

What I will say is that tagging is both a warning and an advertisement. If you think what you’re writing is something people would either want to avoid or want to find, then adding a tag is the way to go. 

I understand not wanting to see a bunch of explicit terms in your search results for a ship, but I tend to put the most explicit terms later in the tags list so that hopefully people will be warned off before they get to a tag they’d rather not read. Maybe?

It’s a good question, anon, and I don’t think you’ll ever get a solid answer on it. But let’s see what people think. How much tagging is too much when it comes to smut fics?

Third Drawer (November 23rd, 2017)

This one was based off of my obsession at the time, the Otome game from the web comic Starfighter. An amazing series that I highly recommend to this day. This was another shot at writing a PWP, but again I couldn’t help but build in just a liiiiiittle plot.

Rating: EXPLICIT Fandom: StarFighter Eclipse Pairing: Helios/Hayden, Helios/Encke Warnings/Contents: PWP, M/M, Blind Folds, Stranger Sex, Bondage, Cock Rings, Vibrators,  D/s vibes, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Edging, Topping from the Bottom AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12803748 Word Count: 6,307 (one shot) Summary: Hayden and Helios have been having their little affair for some time now. Tongues are all awag. But when Helios is late for a scheduled report to his commander, Hayden sends Helios to a punishment the fighter will never forget.Because, in reality, Hayden knows just how to motivate his fighters.

 ~Excerpt~

A strong hand pressed against his lower back,  before running up the column of his spine, sending gooseflesh up over his arms and allowing a whine to escape, before it firmly grasped the back of his neck. Warm, whiskey scented breath blew over his ear, sending shivers through the fighter’s body as Hayden spoke.

“Have I ever done anything that would cause you harm?”

The fighter bit his lip, before firmly shaking his head, only for the hand at his neck to squeeze more tightly. “No sir!”

“Don’t forget your manners just because we have company,” Hayden admonished. His hand eased up and stroked down Helios’ back again.

For a moment, Helios felt like a show dog.

And he liked it.

He sat up straighter, jutting his hips out more, letting the scowl melt away from his face to something more...deviant, and excited.

“Why don’t you put on a show, Fighter?” Hayden’s hand barely had to press before Helios was dropping down to his knees and bound wrists, stretching out the length of his back, ass raised high and inviting as he gave it a shake for his Commander. “There’s my little whore.”

So as not to spam the world, I’ll be breaking these up into chunks

So, ya know, not a huge wall of my bs on your feed Lol I’ll be back tomorrow with more fabfiction! Goodnight all!

Burrow ( June 27th, 2018)

Rating: EXPLICIT Fandom: Persona 5 Pairing: Kurusu Akira (Ren Amamiya)/Mishima Yuuki, Munehisa Iwai/ Kurusu Akira (Ren Amamiya) Warnings/Contents: PAST R*pe/Non-Con (specifically discussed), Spoilers for Persona 5, Underage romance. Adult/High Schooler, established relationship, A/B/O, Eventual threesome AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15076556/chapters/34954967 Word Count: 11,070 (3/? Chapters)  Summary: After the heat in "Matroyshka" Mishima, Akira, and Iwai find themselves inexorably drawn together. Akira can't help falling for Mishima. Mishima is intrigued by Iwai and wants to learn more. And Iwai refuses to let any further harm come to either of them. How, though, do you fit three very different people into one relationship that will last? The continuation of these three getting together.

~Excerpt~

The older man smirked. “Let’s start with the basics. You ever cooked before?”

Bright eyes blinked in surprise, and his mouth stepped out well before his brain could catch it. “Of course I have!”

Using a microwave to reheat meals counted.

It did .

He knew what was expected of him. Omegas were supposed to be domestic . Cooking, cleaning, babies on their hips...the whole picture. It wasn’t that he was opposed to any of that, he just...well. He was himself, and that meant that he was entirely capable of lighting toast on fire if left to his own devices for extended periods of time. His parents were planning on sending him to one of those omega home ec cram schools as soon as he got a little older, to try and make him more marketable.

“I cook all the time,” Mishima swallowed thickly around the blatant half truth that scalded on its way out. He glanced up into Iwai’s eyes for a moment then cut his eyes to the counter.

Iwai cocked an eyebrow, tasting the anxiety pouring from the kid like a fountain, watching the way he refused to meet his gaze. Far be it for him to rake him over the coals for this. “Alright, alright. So, you know the basic differences in blade types. How each has its own use.”

Mishima slowly nodded, and lifted his head, listening as Iwai began expanding on that. He found himself entranced, not just with the honeyed voice rumbling, or the way the gunsmith’s body moved as he spoke, but with the words themselves. It sparked something in him. He’d always been studious, his parents never had to push him in that direction. He liked learning, liked information and words. He had a knack, even though he never counted it as anything useful outside of testing well. And his anxiety tended to even that out anyway.

Matryoshka (April 4th, 2018)

The adorable little cinnamon roll Mishima stole my heart, I wanted to see more of him. I also loooove me that Daddy Iwai. So I said both. Both is good.

Rating: EXPLICIT Fandom: Persona 5 Pairing: Kurusu Akira (Ren Amamiya)/Mishima Yuuki, Munehisa Iwai/ Kurusu Akira (Ren Amamiya) Warnings/Contents: PAST R*pe/Non-Con (specifically discussed), Spoilers for Persona 5, Underage romance. Adult/High Schooler, established relationship, A/B/O, OmegaxOmega sex, Knotting, Tattoo kink, dirty talk, Daddy Kink, Heat Sex, Breeding Kink, Dick Piercings AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14207370 Word Count: 17,207 (One Shot) Summary: Summoned to the school rooftop, Akira finds Mishima starting his heat and hiding away from the volleyball team. Kamoshida may be gone but his insistence that Mishima ignore his suppressants, and his promise to throw the poor omega to the team as a reward, remain. Luckily Akira knows a perfect place to take the skittish teen to ride out the heat safely, a little slice of heaven tucked away behind a hidden wall in Untouchable. Mishima expects the worst when he's introduced to the alpha owner, Iwai, but the older man proves to be far from the omega's opinions of a typical Alpha. The two omegas share their stories, and eventually, due to extended proximity, their heats, growing closer. Iwai gets dragged into the mix by a sneaky move on Mishima's part, to show his thanks for their gentle care. But can he overcome all the pain and mistrust in his heart, and let someone in? Or someoneS?

~Excerpt~

“So listen kid, I get the feeling you ain’t used to a damn dirty adult bein’ nice to ya-let alone an alpha,” Iwai looked directly at Mishima, but was careful to avoid complete eye contact, knowing the poor omega wouldn’t be able to stand too much scrutiny in the current state he was in. “Believe me or don’t, but I ain’t layin’ a finger on ya. This place is safe, there’s only two ways in or out and the Brat here knows ‘em. S’fully stocked for an omega’s heat, enough to last ya and keep ya goin’ through the worst and the best of it. You got a phone?”

Mishima held back the squeak that bubbled up from him at the sudden question, nodding and reaching for his pocket.

“Good, number to the omega Outreach an’ the local clinic are right here,” the gun merchant rapped a knuckle against a laminated piece of printed paper next to the doorway. “You need help, you call em. My direct phone line is there too.” Iwai’s gaze swung to Akira, who was busily pulling blanket after blanket from the dresser by the window. “You got the Brat here to give you the good tour. Any questions?”

Mishima was squirming where he sat, aware of the slick ruining his uniform pants as it seeped, and the sweat trickling down his...everywhere. It was getting harder to focus on anything other than the fact that there was an alpha in the room. “I...haa...uhm...How...how long do I have to stay?”

Iwai’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and his eyes darted to shoot Akira a scowl before resting on Mishima again. “However long ya need, kid. I ain’t runnin’ a prison or anythin’.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “With as bad as you’re lookin’ though, I’d at least give it the night. S’gettin’ dark already and Shibuya ain’t the kinda place you wanna be this time of the month.”

The older man wasn’t entirely sure how much had actually gotten through to the newcomer-his eyes were going glassy, and they weren’t looking anywhere but at him. alpha fixation. Definitely time to go. He glanced at Akira, who gave a slight nod in agreement, then turned to leave.

“Why?”

Iwai stopped, but didn’t look back, unsure if he could stand to see the confusion, and struggle, and pain that he already heard in the teen’s voice.

“Because not all alphas are bastards, kid. But a fuckin’ lot of ‘em are.”