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Honestly just check my ao3 bookmarks, everything there I love very deepy.. But more specifically, and I think I have probably answered this pretty much identically in the past, but these are the kind of Formative Fics of my life so far.

Eyes Closed to Fingers Crossed - Glee, Santana/Rachel 250k rated M - this is very much a longform Santana character study with interludes that are beautiful studies of the other characters as well. This is the fic that alerted me to how good fanfiction could be.

Truth and Measure  - The Devil Wears Prada, Andy/Miranda, 270k rated E - Admittedly there is a lot of pregnancy smut in this fic which is not something im usually actively into but it works here and besides/including that this is actually a perfect sequel to the movie and once again elevated my perception of what fic could be.

they take their shots but we're bulletproof  - The 100, Clarke/Lexa, 9k rated M - This is a very good canon divergent Clexa one shot on every level but to me in particular this taught me about one shot pacing and economy of language. It gets a lot done in a relatively short way and I think a lot of my writing is in some way based on this.

the business of caring - The 100, Clarke/Lexa, 71k rated M - This taught me a lot about how to let fic be silly and how to translate characterizations to a different genre. It's fun!

make my menace into someone you'd adore  - Stranger Things, Robin/Nancy, 90k rated T - Rivals to lovers to rivals to friends to rivals to lovers etc etc. This fic is rated T but it has so much sexual tension without ever being explicit and I think even if you are writing smut you can learn a lot about tension here! Also its cute and funny and sweet and just pretty foundational for this fandom.

this story that we found ourselves in - Stranger Things, Robin/Nancy, 160k rated M - Listen. I lost my mind reading this. Reading this while it was updating was such an experience. We really didn't know how it was going to end! This is THE ronance AU. If you were here when this was happening you understand but if you weren't you should read it now and learn.

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A = Aftercare

Nancy is surprisingly soft afterward. She’ll curl up against you, fingers trailing lazily over your skin, whispering little compliments while making sure you’re okay. She insists on getting you water and will tuck the sheets around you like she’s tucking you into her heart.

B = Body part

She’s a little vain about her legs—toned from all the running and fighting—but she adores your hands. She watches them obsessively, especially when they’re on her.

C = Cum

She’s not overly messy, but she secretly likes it when things get a little filthy—on her stomach, on her thighs. Watching your release triggers something possessive in her. She’ll stare, dazed, before pulling you back in for more.

D = Dirty secret

Nancy fantasizes about being taken roughly, maybe even tied up—but she won’t admit it unless you make her feel really, really safe. She wants to give up control for once.

E = Experience

She’s not as innocent as people think. She’s learned what she likes through trial and error, and she’s a fast learner when it comes to what you like. She reads you like a mystery she’s dying to solve.

F = Favorite position

Cowgirl or you behind her with her pressed flat into the bed. She loves control, but there's something delicious in surrendering too.

G = Goofy

Surprisingly serious, at least at first. She’s a little self-conscious, so she leans into the heat of the moment. But once she's comfortable, she might giggle when you fumble or whisper something sweetly sarcastic.

H = Hair

Trimmed and soft, with a faint natural curl. Everything about her is neat but not overdone. She smells faintly like floral shampoo and gunpowder.

I = Intimacy

Nancy makes love like she’s afraid it’s the last time. Eye contact, whispered names, nails gripping your shoulders like she never wants to let go. Even when it’s rough, it means something.

J = Jack off

She’s private about it and doesn’t do it often unless she’s really frustrated. But when she does? She imagines your mouth. Or your voice moaning her name.

K = Kink

Power dynamics. She either wants to take control completely—pinning you down, ordering you around—or give it up entirely. Also has a thing for being praised for being “so good” or “such a pretty girl.”

L = Location

Her bed is the safest space, but she has snuck you into the back of her car more than once. Windows fogged up. Hand muffling your mouth. She's wild when the adrenaline's high.

M = Motivation

Seeing you in danger or standing up for someone? Huge turn-on. Also, casual touches—fingers brushing hers, lips grazing her ear—send her spinning.

N = No

Anything that feels impersonal. She needs connection, even if it’s rough or kinky. Anonymous hook-up vibes completely turn her off.

O = Oral

Nancy gives like she’s on a mission—eye contact, hand at the base, slow and teasing. But she loves receiving too, especially when you kiss your way up her thighs first and hold her legs open.

P = Pace

She starts slow, savoring every second… but when she gets needy, she’ll speed up and ride it out until you’re both wrecked.

Q = Quickie

Loves the danger of them. Sneaking one in between classes or before a dinner with your parents? Hell yes. But she needs a proper round later to make up for it.

R = Risk

She acts cautious, but she’ll try almost anything once—especially if it’s your idea. Whisper it in her ear, ask her nicely, and she’ll blush before saying, “Okay… just this once.”

S = Stamina

She’s human, but her drive makes up for any limits. She can go two or three rounds if you keep her turned on with kisses and touch. She gets clingy after the first orgasm.

T = Toys

Keeps a small box hidden in her closet. Nothing wild—just some lube, a vibrator, and a silk scarf she definitely used on herself thinking of you.

U = Unfair

Nancy teases with her eyes. She’ll sit in your lap at a party, grind ever-so-slightly, whisper filthy things in your ear, and act completely innocent.

V = Volume

Not loud, but intense. She grits her teeth, breathes your name, and lets out whimpers when she’s close. If she’s really into it, she’ll moan with her mouth against your neck to muffle the sound.

W = Wild card

Nancy has a fantasy about you sneaking into her room through her window and taking her in silence—hand over her mouth, desperate, soft little whimpers against your palm as her back arches.

X = X-ray

Slender and fit, with soft hips and tight abs. She’s stronger than she looks, and she’s got faint scars—reminders of what she’s survived. Her body tells stories, and she lets you read every line of it.

Y = Yearning

Very high sex drive when she trusts you. She gets needy fast and tries to hide it, but the moment you kiss her neck, she melts. She craves connection and intimacy.

Z = Zzz

She doesn’t fall asleep easily unless you’re there. Once you’re wrapped around her, though? She’s out like a light, face tucked into your chest, breathing steady.

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(Making Short smut fics for these too)

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖

Nancy’s window is cracked open, letting in the warm summer breeze, but neither of you notices. Her bed creaks softly as her thighs straddle yours, sundress bunched around her hips, eyes burning with quiet need. Her hair’s tousled from your fingers, and her lips are kiss-bitten and parted as she exhales, “Touch me.”

You don’t waste time. Your hands slide up her thighs—soft and strong—until you're cupping her over the lace of her panties. They’re already damp.

“You’re so—” you begin, but she leans in, kissing the words from your mouth. It’s all tongue and breath, her fingers sliding under your shirt to feel skin. “I need you to say my name,” she whispers against your neck, her voice trembling slightly with want.

“Nancy.”

She rocks against your hand like it’s instinct. You slide the lace aside and sink two fingers into her heat, and her breath catches—head tilting back, eyes fluttering closed. She rides your hand in slow, grinding circles, trying to drag it out, savor it.

But when you curl your fingers just right, she gasps, “Fuck—don’t stop. Don’t stop, don’t—”

You don’t. You whisper how gorgeous she is, how fucking good she feels around your fingers, and she shudders with each word, one hand clenching your shoulder for grounding.

Then she surprises you—she reaches between you, unfastening your jeans with deft fingers. “I want to feel you,” she says, voice low, almost shy. “Now.”

She doesn’t wait for permission—she takes it. Her panties are off, your clothes pushed just enough to the side, and when she sinks down onto you, you both freeze—shaking. Her forehead drops to yours. Her hips grind down, taking you deeper inch by inch, lips trembling against yours. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” she breathes.

The pace is slow. Deep. Intimate. Her hips roll while her hands roam your chest, your neck, your jaw—tracing all the places she’ll kiss after. Her body trembles each time you thrust up into her, and soon, she’s whimpering your name again, chasing the edge.

“Come for me,” you whisper, and it’s all she needs. Her body clenches tight, eyes squeezing shut as she shatters, silent except for the softest cry into your shoulder. You hold her through it, hips slowing, letting her ride the aftershocks out on top of you.

When she collapses against you, her breath is uneven, but her arms wrap tight around your waist. “Don’t leave. Just… stay,” she mumbles.

You tuck the blanket over her, pulling her in close.

“Always.”

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