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bwere · 2 days

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ONE OF YOUR GIRLS!

fwb with the jjk men who swear theyre not falling inlove

feature: choso, nanami, gojo, geto, sukuna, toji

content: 2.6k wc + not proofread, hair pulling, degrādation, pssy eating, raw-dogging, sēx, exhibitionism, humiliation, toxic, controlling, just nasty

CHOSO KAMO

THEY CAN’T TELL BUT I LOVE YOU, CAUS’ YOU’RE LOYAL BABY

Fwb!Choso who’s not entirely sure why he agreed to be friends with benefits with you. You told him you felt the same way about his intense desire for you, and all he knows is how to quench it. Fwb!Choso who doesn't want to lose this, but he's too shy to ask you to be his girlfriend. If being your fwb is the only way to keep it going, then so be it. Fwb!Choso who’s in a daze from your insides, pounding into your pussy and whimpering spews on how much he loves you.

He loves when you're on top of him, he likes it when you control him and use him. He loves to see you bouncing up and down on his cock, he thinks it should be dubbed as one of the 7 wonders of this world—thinks it's enticingly beautiful watching you moan and whine while taking him.

With each passing day he finds himself only being able to cum to you. He's so desperate for you, so embarrassingly addicted to you, but you don’t even see.

He’s mesmerised after fucking you, thinking about it for hours - days or even more. He can't believe he gets the chance to have you all over him. You gave him the allowance to be deep inside your folds, to feel your walls clench around his girth, telling him how good he is, fuck—he loves you.

His favorite song is when you say his name. He never thought he could make a pretty girl like you call out his name like a chant, bouncing against his skin as he fucks into you, drilling his way through your guts like theres no tomorrow.

“You’re so tight–mgh! Baby, please juus’ like t-that, ’gonna make me cum…” strong grips on your sides as he fucks you, he’s truly a mess, babbling about how good your pussy is.

He never wants to imagine a world where you’re not in it, he has dreams about you. Sometimes, sweet—others are bittersweet, some even fully sour. But he wakes up happy all the same, knowing you’re gonna tell him to come over, and he’s gonna waste no time fulfilling your every request, because he wants you in more ways than just sex.

Friends with benefits Choso who calls you his aphrodite, his muse and the impediment of perfection. As hard as it may be Choso doesn’t regret agreeing to be friends with benefits, with you.

You’re so good for him and he’s so good for you, and he’ll wait however long it may take to make you his—beyond sex.

NANAMI KENTO

WE DON'T GOTTA BE INLOVE, NO - I DONT GOTTA BE THE ONE, NO

Fwb!Nanami who uses it as an excuse to resolve some stress at first, you mutually agreed no feelings, no falling in love. Fwb!Nanami, who he treats you as if you were his girlfriend, cleans you up after he rearranged your guts, giving you kisses down your spine telling you how good you did while he wipes you fresh. You have such a strong hold on him that he eventually finds himself needing you at all times of the day and night.

You were standing in your kitchen, your heart pounding with excitement as you listened to Nanami's heavy breathing over the phone. "I'm on my way," he said, his voice low and husky. You could practically feel his arousal through the phone line, and it got you excited.

Friends with benefits Nanami who had agreed, no feelings, no falling in love. But as you hung up the phone and he made his way to you, he couldn't help but wonder if that was still possible. Nanami had always been good to you, taking care of you in ways that went beyond just being friends. He had a way of making you feel loved and cherished, even when you knew it was just physical.

When he finally arrived, you could see the desire in his eyes as he took in your appearance. He pulled you into a deep kiss, his hands roaming over your body as he explored every inch of you. "You look amazing," he’d murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can't wait to fuck you."

Friends with benefits Nanami who watches you undress with a hungry gaze, his eyes devouring every inch of your naked flesh. "I need you," he growled, his breath hot against your skin. "I need to be inside you."

You moaned as he entered you, his cock filling you up in a way that made your toes curl. He thrust into you hard and deep, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer as you rode out the intense sensations.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Nanami groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he drove into you. "I could stay inside you forever."

You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body tensing as you prepared to explode. But just as you were about to cum, Nanami pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and wanting.

"Not yet," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to make this last."

GOJO SATORU

I LOVE IT WHEN I BREAK SKIN, YOU FEEL PAIN WITHOUT FLINCHIN’

Fwb!Satoru who never thought he’d become smitten over some girl's pussy, until that some girl ended up being you. Oh boy, you took him so well, and you were cute doing it. You knew how to drive him crazy and he fucking loved it. Fwb!Satoru who jokes about his ‘hoes’ even though no one knows he got rid of them all—right after he finally got a taste of you.

You're not his, and he knows this. Yet he finds himself threatening every man that tries to come near you. And when his friends ask why he’s so obsessed with you, he just tells them he can’t lose a good pussy like yours.

But when you’re in private behind closed doors he's eating you out, telling you how good you taste between muffled licks.

“Feels so good toru’...ngh–” you moan.

He has your legs locked around his neck while he’s drowning in your cunt. Licking and digesting everything in sight. He eats so sloppy, like a king eats his feast. Greedily devouring everything down to the last bit.

“Ughmnm, tathes even b-betther mmhm…baby,”

You have no idea what he said. You're too lost in his mouth and the pleasure that he's giving. His tongue is so wet, it slides along your lips and folds with ease. His lips are targeting your puffy clit - sucking in circles. Making you moan louder, arching into his face as he sucks his way to find your orgasm. Your hands deep in his white strands, tugging and pulling anything you feel.

He feels your cunt clench on his tongue. His dick throbs as he tastes your orgasm. His head was further ensnared between your legs. Unable to hold a steady breath, as he pulls back from your heat, raising himself to get a better look at the scene he caused.

Your juices are all over his mouth and chin. And his hair—messy and tangled from where your fingers laid. But he couldn’t care less. His eyes are hooded as he looks up at you, breathing heavily. "One s’not enough, m’ gonna need another one from you sweetheart,"

Your friend with benefits Satoru Gojo, who wants to own you in every sense of the word, but settles for just your body.

You don’t belong to him. But that doesn't mean he can't enjoy it while it lasts.

GETO SUGURU

LOCK ME UP AND THROW AWAY THE KEY, HE KNOWS HOW TO GET THE BEST OUT OF ME

Fwb!Geto who tempts you in public like a perv, who messes with you relentlessly. You’re rarely ever not seen by his side. Fwb!Geto who’ll full on fuck you anywhere, at anytime and any moment of the day. Fwb!Geto who has fucked you almost every where—and he knows you won’t stop him, because you never do. You love it just as much as he does. He loves making you feel good, making you need to rely on him.

He knows you too well, making it his sole objective in life to tease you. Once he has you worked up, he takes you home, providing you no help to finish the problem he started. And next time he sees you? Oh, he has the audacity to act like a good friend, like nothing happened. Like he didn’t take you home with your panties soaking and your body aching. As if he didn’t tell you to send him a video of you cumming on your own fingers, right after.

He loves to see your cheeks burning in public, knowing exactly how he got you there. Friends with benefits Geto who’s just so full of himself, you can't do anything, can't even retaliate because nobody is going to believe that Geto, charming and good looking, reputable and talented—is truly is such a devil.

You don't have any proof to back up what you're saying. Not a single hickey or a scratch on your skin, because he never puts them anywhere noticeable, always making sure you look the same way as you came.

Friends with benefits Geto, the one who holds your hand whenever you need comfort, and hugs you when you're feeling down, the one you go to when you have a bad day and all you want is a good fuck, because you know he won't say no, and if you're in the mood, he'll drop whatever he's doing just for you, because he's just so whipped for you

Truly, Geto doesn't care if you're having a bad day or a good one, you're gonna get fucked regardless, and the moment he walks into the room, you're already wet, and when he finally comes close, his tongue is already out, licking away at your cunt as if you're his favorite meal, and when he finally puts his dick in you, he doesn't let up until you've orgasmed at least 3 times.

The way he looks at you when he's inside you, the way he calls your name. And his hands, his beautiful hands that wrap around your neck just so perfectly, you're a sucker for them.

You’re so used to it, and he knows it, and he uses it against you, because he can do it anywhere, in the car, the park, at his house and you’ll let him.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

GIVE ME TOUGH LOVE, LEAVE ME WITH NOTHIN’ WHEN I COME DOWN, MY KINDA LOVE

Fwb!Sukuna who's the one who says no feelings in the first place, but it’s the way you treat him—that’s got him in a rabbit hole. Enjoying while you work his cock like no one else possesses, he's pretty damn sure he's infatuated with you. Fwb!Sukuna who likes to ask what you're wearing to your friends' get-together, only to come over and fuck you, leaving your friends to wonder where you were.

It's all about the thrill of it, sneaking around. Sukuna gets off on knowing no man can live up to him, no man will get the chance.

Sukuna loves to edge you when it comes to anything, specifically—sex. He'll even push you to the verge of cumming before stopping and making you ride him off; “you’re that desperate to cum”. Other times, he will tie you up, and leave you there on the bed all hot and bothered, only to come back an hour later and fuck you like he never left.

Friends with benefits Sukuna who is just so possessive. Who relishes in marking you all over, to make it absolutely certain everyone knows that you're his slut. He doesn't need to think twice to flaunt whatever marks accumulated on his body. He tells you you’re just his toy, just there for his pleasure, but his words hold no weight because he knows he wants there to be more.

Sukuna who is usually not the type of guy to have sex and care about the other person finishing, but with you he never lets you leave the bed without an orgasm. It boosts his ego, lets him know he's the only one who can make you feel good.

Friends with benefits Sukuna who calls you over any time he wants, who’ll come over any time he wants. He’ll call you at the ass crack of dawn just because he missed his favorite girl.

He likes to embarrass you in front of anyone who tries to talk to you, or any guy in the vicinity of you two. He slaps your ass in the middle of a conversation and pulls on your shirt when you try to walk away. He’s childish and stubborn—he feens, to make you mad so he can show you what mad really is.

You’re just a toy but he defends your name in any instance. You’re just there for pleasure but he buys you whatever you want. He knocks on your door at random to take you out, even though you're just friends with benefits.

You’re just a ‘toy’ but he won't admit he’s in love.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

TELL NOBODY I CONTROL YOU, I BROKE YOU JUST TO OWN YOU

Fwb!Toji who thinks your pussy belongs to him, thinks that he didn't spend all this time stretching you out on the daily, for nothing. So when he sees that one co-worker he hates, trying to talk to you, Fwb!Toji loves to remind you who you belong to.

Friends with benefits Toji whose mouth is just so nasty, he's a man who knows how he wants his dick sucked, and your pussy ate. He’s a man with experience especially, your body. He knows what you can handle and he knows what you can't.

He hates sharing you with anyone, hates your exes, hates his friends around you, hates your friends stealing his time with you, and absolutely despises the thought of anyone seeing you naked besides him.

Friends with benefits Toji who you’ve been fucking on and off for the past few months, and made it clear that your cunt was made to take his cock.

He’ll take you out to the club, bar, restaurants and show you off. He has you wrapped around his finger, cause he knows when you throw your little fits about his blatant flirting - all he has to do is put it inside and you’ll be crying about how good you feel instead.

Friends with benefits Toji who can’t stand your co-worker. More often than not you’d run into him and he’d spark up a conversation. Toji couldn’t understand why this weirdo was so close to you. Sure, you were just work mates, but you belonged to him. He didn’t spend all this time making sure you were nice and loose for him - just for another man to try and take his place.

He acts like a stone cold asshole in public for the rest of the night—until he gets you home. When he knows you have nowhere to run, and even if you could you wouldn’t. Not that he’d let you even if you tried.

Friends with benefits Toji whose mean on these types of nights, only chasing after one thing and that’s to break you down and remind you it should be him you focus on.

His sentences sting, it’s the jealousy talking. He’s gonna bruise you, choke you and make your body sore after tonight. And after it’s all over he’ll run a bath for you both, to ‘get clean’, just to fuck you in it.

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cutielando · 3 days

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the curse of monaco

Synopsis: Charles finally breaks the curse of the track that has haunted him his entire life.

Words: 1.4k+

Other works: my masterlist

a/n: this is probably the fastest i've ever written something, so i'm sorry if it sucks a little lol

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There was nothing like racing through the streets you grew up in, Charles would always say to you.

In all the years you had known him and been with him, he had only had one goal: winning the Monaco Grand Prix.

You didn’t know why that was, whether it was a tribute to his late father, a tribute to Jules or just the pride of knowing he conquered the streets he had walked his entire life. Maybe it was a combination of all 3.

Charles had not been treated well by his home race the past couple of years. 2 DNFs, 1 DNS and 2 disappointing results had plagued his mind, making the weeks leading up to the race filled with more stress than he should carry.

But you had a good feeling this time. Ever since he got into the car in FP1, then topping the charts all throughout FP2 and FP3, you felt something in your gut change. For once, after so many doubtful years, there was no worry and disappointment in your heart as you waited in the garage for the qualifying session of the weekend. Every negative feeling was replaced with hope, so much hope that you didn’t know what to do with it.

Charles was the complete opposite. While he couldn’t deny that the car had finally come alive and he had the pace he needed, he felt like he couldn’t let himself hope too much, not after everything he’d been through.

“Come on, you know I’m right. You’ll be on pole and you’ll win the race” you said to him as you lounged in his driver room, watching him get dressed in his fireproofs and racing suit.

“Mon amour, you know how Monaco is. I don’t want to get my hopes up and then be disappointed if I don’t get pole or don’t win” he reasoned, but deep down he was feeling the exact same thing you were.

“But this year is going to be different, I know it will!” you pressed on, making him chuckle in adoration at the hear of your determined voice. “Every other driver has said the same thing and every presenter from F1 TV is saying you’re definitely going to break the curse tomorrow”

“Have you been watching F1 TV again to hear what they have to say about me?” he teased, laughing once he sees the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“That’s not the point. I’m telling you, I have a good feeling about tomorrow. But still, no pressure. You go out there, drive safe and come back to me in one piece. If you end up winning, that’s great, but if you don’t, we’ll get them next year. Sounds good?” you bargained, knowing that he didn’t need any more pressure added on his shoulders than he already had.

He sighed but nodded, pausing his actions to give you a kiss.

“Let’s do it then”

And, true to his word, he came back to you, in one piece, starting from pole in the Monaco GP.

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There was something special in the air as you entered the paddock with Pascale and Arthur, making your way towards the Ferrari hospitality to watch the race. The entire city of Monte Carlo was absolutely buzzing with excitement, the paddock feeling more alive than ever as their home hero prepared to take on the beautiful circuit that was Monaco.

You didn’t see Charles before he got into the car, you didn’t want to cause him any kind of distraction before he started the race, but you couldn’t help sprinting down to the garage during the Red Flag, knowing you had plenty of time before the race would start up again.

Finding him wasn’t hard at all. He was speaking with his mechanics, drinking some water out of his bottle.

You approached him hurriedly, at which he excused himself from the conversation once he saw you approaching him.

“Mon amour, is everything okay? You’re supposed to be with maman, Arthur and Joris up in the hospitality” he said, worry etched on his face.

“Everything is fine, don’t worry. I just came down here to wish you good luck, you know, once FIA decides to restart the race” you joked, hoping to make his spirits lift up a little.

He chuckled, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. You could see the stress sitting behind the facade, the worry and pressure tensing up his muscles and demeanor.

Noticing you studying his face and realizing you knew how stressed he was, he smiled and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“You know we’re proud of you no matter what, right?” you whispered, thankful for the loud sounds of mechanics working left and right that helped drown out your conversation to other people around you.

He sighed, but nodded. “I know, but I just can’t shake the stress. I’ve been quick all weekend and everyone knows that. What if something happens and my race goes to shit like every time? I don’t think I’ll be ready to cope with another disappointment from my home track” he confessed, which made your heart squeeze.

His entire life, the only thing that he wanted was to win in Monaco, but the track has always failed him. And for once, he felt like he could finally break the curse that has been following him around for years, yet he still worried that something would completely ruin his race.

“Baby, nobody will think less of you if you don’t win today. Racing is so unpredictable, you put your life in danger every time you get in the car and people know that. We’ll be proud of you no matter the outcome today” you said, holding his face in your hands to make sure he understood you.

He bit the inside of his cheek but nodded, knowing you were right.

“I love you” he murmured, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.

“I love you too. Be safe out there and show everyone what you’re made of” you said once you pulled away, smiling and pecking his lips once again before leaving him to it.

You made your way back to the hospitality where Charles’ family was waiting for you.

“How is he?” Pascale asked you as you sat down next to her.

“He’s stressed, but he’s doing okay. He really wants to win today” you explained, running a hand through your hair.

Pascale nodded, knowing how important this day was for her son.

“He’ll win, I can feel it” Pascale said, taking your hand in hers.

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Some people would say that you bewitched your fiancé, some would say that a divine force had finally taken pity upon him, but only one thing was for certain.

Charles Leclerc had finally won his home race, the Monaco Grand Prix.

From the moment he had crossed the finish line and taken the checkered flag, everything that happened was a blur. Between hugging his family, texting your friends, crying because of how proud you were of him, things were a big blur.

Hearing him screaming on the radio had been what had made you break down. He had spent so many hours training, figuring out strategies, doing everything in his power to make sure that things would go well for him around his home streets and his hard work had finally paid off.

You couldn’t hold in the excitement that you felt, the pride you held for the man you loved more than life itself. Which frankly explains why you hurried out of the Ferrari hospitality and ran to the grid where the Ferrari mechanics were waiting for Charles.

The moment you saw him get out of the car and throw himself at his team, the cascade of tears began once again, blurring your vision which now only consisted of the red teamwear all around you.

“Y/N!” you were snapped out of your thoughts by Charles’ voice, who had noticed you crying as soon as he hugged his team.

The Ferrari mechanics quickly made way for you, letting you jump into Charles’ arms and wrapping your legs around his waist as he hugged you tightly to his body.

“I did it, Y/N. I finally did it” he cried into your shoulder, which made you let out more tears and squeeze him even tighter than you already were.

“I told you, I knew you were going to do it. My Monaco winner” you pulled away slightly to kiss him, taking his face in your hands.

The entire team cheered around you, paparazzi taking pictures upon pictures of the moment shared between you.

“I love you so fucking much” you whispered against his lips, making him grin widely.

“I love you too”

And with that, the Monaco curse has finally been broken, once and for all.

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justalittletotheleft · 2 days

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i was so excited about my birthday diapers that i’ve been diapered for 3 days straight now!

i’ve never had much interest in going 24/7, but i just had so many household chores to do, that i figured it would be faster and easier just to pad up and stay productive.

this also means though, that i’ve been only cumming in diapers for 3 days, which has seemed to cause a little problem…

last night, i tried putting on big boy underwear after my shower. i was so excited to be able to like actually feel and play with my tdick without the diaper bulk, that i immediately started jerking off, which is already so depraved and embarrassing

i only got a few minutes in though before i got a little too excited, and ended up wetting my clean boxers (*´-｀*)

it was a little startling, but i’ve had this issue in the past when i started bedwetting training, so i just changed into a new pair of boxers and went on with my night.

until i maybe wet myself. again. (*/ω＼)

i was playing a pretty stressful video game, was a little high, and had a streamer playing one of my favorite horror games on my second monitor. i felt a pretty urgent twinge in my bladder, but it hadn’t been too long since my jerk off accident, so i just ignored it. i was getting overwhelmed in the game and just tried to lock in and focus so i could beat the level. but then the streamer tripped a jump scare that i wasn’t expecting…

so literally just sitting at my desk, i had my second accident of the night. i literally dropped everything and ran to the bathroom, pee dripping down my legs. by the time i’d made it to the potty, there wasn’t much left in me.

i felt more ashamed and embarrassed than i’ve ever felt. i had not one, but two genuine accidents in one night. i seriously had the potty training skills of a toddler.

panicking, i just put a diaper on to be safe and go ride out my high, making sure to turn off the scary game and put something more calm on.

i changed into a pull-up before bed, since i’d made a small pushie in the diaper i was wearing, and just hoped i’d wake up dry. instead, my bladder woke me up in the early morning, hurting and feeling more full than it’s ever felt. i knew i wouldn’t make it to the potty if i tried, so i just laid on my back and pottied in my pull-up (/ε＼*)

truly, nothing is more humbling than waking up in a cold soggy pull-up, that you were so sure was an unnecessary precaution last night…

i literally feel so helpless, one of my jobs is mainly virtual so i’ve been able to take meetings and hide my crinkles and the diaper bulge. but i have to go back to my in person job so and i’m so worried. i genuinely don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go outside in anything less than a pull-up right now. my bladder just seems to have relaxed so much, i don’t know how to get it to work again! ╥﹏╥

i’m ordering more high capacity diapers tonight, and will definitely be diapered the rest of tonight and maybe tomorrow if i keep having toilet troubles this bad. but what should i do long term? do i just give in and go 24/7 for the summer? i’d definitely have to re-potty train for the school year though, no way in hell i’m waddling to class in diapers! any advice? (>_<)

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xuhuihuis · 2 days

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Wrong Move | Sung Hanbin

warnings: danceteacher!hanbin, dancer!reader, public sex, blowjob, petnames, dom!reader at the end

“Are we really making the same mistakes again?” Hanbin’s voice boomed through the crowded practice room. Hanbin ordered the full team to stay in the practice room late before leaving for the competition the next day. He wanted to spend the time correcting the small mistakes and the finer details, but he has ended up stressing himself out more than before. All he cared about was making everything as perfect as he could before you all had to get on that flight and then impress the judges.

Normally, he wasn't this strict when it came to the day before the competition, but as it was one of the biggest of the year, Hanbin was much more on edge. You could see in his eyes how tired he was, and it made you feel bad for him. Spending way more hours than usual in the studio just to help the team get that first place trophy. By the blank look in his eyes, you could all tell that he wasn't very happy. Standing there, trying to avoid all eye contact with him as he runs his fingers through his hair, struggling to find the right words to say.

“Do we really think that was acceptable? It was one of the messiest runs I have seen so far. The competition is tomorrow, people.” He looked around the room, almost looking for an answer, but there was no reply. The room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. The way Hanbin was talking took you by surprise, as he was never like this, but now the sleepless nights working ungodly hours are catching up on both him and the rest of the team.

There was a clear distance between Hanbin and you all, as you wanted to stay as far away from him as you could. A frustrated sigh fell from his lips, and he planted his hands on his hips before talking once again. His once angry look now became softer as he finally gave in to the frustration. The pressure was not helping the situation at all; now all you can do is try your best at the competition and then hope for the best. After all, Hanbin is one of the best dance teachers in the country. Everyone tried their best to even get a dance class with him, never mind being on the competition team and seeing him every day.

“You can all head home now." His voice was almost a whisper that couldn’t be heard even from a couple feet away from him. Spending any more time in the studio than you already have would just ruin the end result of the day, as you are all so tired, so he needed you to all go home and rest finally. A couple of the members almost jumped for joy hearing the news; they couldn’t move quick enough to head home. Laughter erupted in the room as you all filed away one by one. Until it was just you left there in the room with Hanbin...

“Is everything okay, Hanbin?” Your voice snapped the man out of his own daydream, quickly turning around to see the serious concern on your face. Over the last couple weeks, he has felt so isolated and lonely, with no one else being there to talk to him on a human level. He felt so relieved to finally have this sense of relief in some way, and the fact it was with you made it better. Without saying a word, you pulled him over to the couch in the corner and sat facing Hanbin to give him your full attention. The man felt a weight come off his chest as he sat down with you before even talking about his worries.

“Tell me everything." You looked deeply into his eyes as he started to ramble on about all of his worries about the competition ahead of you, also talking about the pressure that he has on him to make you all win. During the conversation, you never directed your attention away from him at all.

You didn’t mean to, but unconsciously, your hand started to move up his arm to pet it in an innocent way to help calm Hanbin down. His skin was so soft and warm, just like his personality outside of the practice room. Accidentally, you choked on a moan as Hanbin flexed the muscle in his bicep as he moved on the couch. It then dawned on you that, for the last five minutes, you hadn’t listened to a word he said.

“Y/N?” Hanbin looked at you blankly before you came back into reality to excuse yourself for what you had just done to him. This can’t be happening right now, can it? There was no denying that he was a very handsome man, but what if people see you both together? What if this has an effect on the team? Between you both, the tension could be cut with a knife, waiting on someone saying something or anything, for that matter.

Quickly scrambling to your feet to try and run, but he used his strength against you to his advantage, pulling you into his lap and looking him straight in the eyes. He left you breathless and confused, to the point where you didn't know where to look. Now your heart was pounding out of your chest and pounding in your ears, taking over all of the other senses. Luckily, the full studio was now empty, looking down the corridor through the reflection in the mirror.

His thighs were so strong beneath you, feeling them flex every time he moved. As you adjusted yourself in his lap, you accidentally rubbed against his half-hard cock. Hanbin had done his best to hide it, but now he has been caught red handed. Just from feeling his cock through his shorts, you could tell how thick he was. Only imagining what he would feel like inside of you.

Hanbin smiled from under you as he caught you looking at his lips, asking you to kiss him without saying it. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist before pulling you in until your body was flushed against his chest. You could feel his cock begging for attention the more you moved on top of him. Hanbin was fighting everything inside of him to not give into the sinful desires, but the look in your eyes was making it impossible.

Everything moves so fast as you lean in to finally kiss him, letting your lips melt against his. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulder as you kissed him more, getting used to the sweet taste of his lips. Hanbin’s moans were muffled by your lips as you subtly grind your hips against his, trying to get a reaction out of him. Finally, letting your hands rest at the back of his neck, play with the stray hairs before pulling away.

Even though this shouldn’t be happening in a professional setting, it just felt right in the moment, and no one was giving any permission. You didn’t expect to be drunk on the taste of Hanbin’s lips, but the subtle vanilla from his lip balm was becoming your new favourite thing. The poor man was sitting underneath you, more flustered than ever, with no kiss compared to what he just experienced with you. Quietly chuckling at the sight of his rosy cheeks from being so flustered and caught up in the moment,.

“Can you get on your knees for me, Y/N?” He whispered against the skin of your neck before you quickly moved between his legs into the space he created. Now. all things that would've been a distraction have faded into the background as you had the golden opportunity to make him feel so good. Letting your hands tease his clothed inner thighs as you get comfortable, watching closely at any reaction and using it to your advantage later.

“Are you sure about this?” Your voice was filled with concern as you asked him one more time before going any further, stripping him of his shorts and underwear. Taking one last gulp before hooking your fingers underneath his shorts and underwear, getting them both off at the same time. Hanbin couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of finally being free from his constraints, letting his cock rest on his lower stomach.

His cock was so thick and heavy on his stomach, leaking the prettiest pearly white beads of precum waiting on your lips being wrapped around him. It was one of the prettiest cocks you will ever see, most drooling and trying to take all of the beauty in. Hanbin couldn’t help but gain a confidence boost as he saw you gawk at just the sight of his cock.

“Take your time, gorgeous,” Hanbin reminded you as he watched through half lidded eyes. Finally gaining confidence, you take his cock by the base in one hand as your tongue starts to lick the head, teasing him. Teasing the slit of his head with the tip of your tongue, beads of precum landed on your tongue. Surprisingly, he tasted divine, unlike some men you have dated before. All of your teasing was making Hanbin squirm in his place before you gave him more.

Whimpering as a large amount of spit travels down the length of his cock, lubricating it more to make it easier to jerk him off and take him down your throat. Hanbin gasped loudly as your lips finally wrapped around his length, using your hands to jerk off the rest of what you couldn't take. Slowly bobbing your head up and down his length, never taking your eyes off of him. He was a simple man after all; just the innocent look in your eyes drove him wild. He is trying his best not to cum too early, giving you the time to really soak up what it is like to suck him off.

After a while, you did get used to the feeling of the weight of Hanbin’s cock on your tongue, and it was the one thing driving you wild. Slightly gagging, the more of his thick cock you took down your throat, the more he was starting to slowly fall in love with you. He let his hands reach down to you to hold onto your cheeks, caressing them with such love as you battled to take every inch of his cock. One day you would be able to take him all, but today wasn't that day. But you never know.

“Fuck, you're so good, darling." Hanbin gritted through his teeth as you jerked him off quicker and hollowed out your cheeks, sucking on him that little bit harder. He was unable to think straight, never mind thinking about holding back on his orgasm. Very quickly, his high built up once again, attempting to warn you, but you were in your own world, getting too drunk on lust.

All Hanbin could do was sit there and take it, holding back any stray hair from your face. You were determined to make him cum, wanting to see how pretty he looked as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his whole body shook from pleasure. Your moans around his cock sent shivers up his spine, only pushing his orgasm closer. Looking up from the spot between his legs, you were met with a beautiful sight of Hanbin trying to grip onto the arms of the couch to ground himself.

“It's too much!” His voice was like a broken call for help as his hips thrust messily into your mouth. Closing your eyes tightly before he shoots warm, white, thick ribbons down your throat. You moaned as he squirmed all because of you; no one else has ever made him cum this early.

"Aww, such a bad boy. Did I give up permission?” He looked at you with a blank expression, thinking of what he could've done wrong. After all, you were the one that made him feel so good, but is he a good boy or a brat? It was going to be a long night for him; he just knew it would be.

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luvlilyz · 3 days

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relax a bit

w/c: 820, short

note: fluff, fiancé geneticist miguel, nurse reader. he isn’t spiderman in this au. this is my first time writing a fic im so nervous to post this so have some compassion 😭 thx!

Sliding the tray of freshly cubed potatoes into the oven and closing the door with a thud. Wiping the olive oil from your hands onto your floral apron, a job well done.

Cooking was supposed to be a soothing way to relieve stress. After enduring 10 excruciating hours of dealing with the blatant disrespect and disregard from senior residents at the retirement home. It had left you, emotionally numb, feet sore and bone tired. Fed up with those old hags shoving you around.

You grudgingly continue to clean up before dinner is done cooking. Placing dishes into the dishwasher and wiping the counters before you had begun sweeping, the front door creaks open.

The sound of his numerous keys being dropped into the bowl at the front door, a heavy winter coat being hung in the closet, and his beloved brown dress shoes being taken off draws your attention.

“Hey honey, how was work?” You call out brushing up the mess from the floor.

Miguel‘s large form is heard approaching before he's seen in the doorway of the kitchen in your shared Nueva York apartment. Being together for five years and living together for two you had become accustomed to his habits, it’s almost second nature.

He grumbles and groans in response to your question as he encircles his muscular arms around your waist, dwarfing you by comparison and burrowing his face into your neck.

“Rough day I assume?” You ask in a sympathetic tone.

He responds “Always,” he replies, “but I can’t complain... I love my job. And I love coming home to the sight of you.” He kisses your shoulder and you reach behind to gently stroke his head.

“You should go take a shower to relax. Dinner will be done soon”. There's a muffled “Yes ma’am.” You smile as you watch his looming figure, descending down the hall to your shared bedroom.

A delicious dinner, an amazing conversation and a couple glasses of your favorite wine later. You find your fiancé and yourself curled up on the couch underneath a thick quilt watching a cheesy romance movie.

You both needed this, your hectic schedules hindering you from spending much needed time together. His job as a full time geneticist at Alchemex and you being a full time nurse at a retirement home made your relationship quite difficult.

You glance at the ticking clock hung in the hall as it reads 12am. Your heart shatters, knowing that this rare domestic occasion has to come to an abrupt end because your next shift begins in 6 hours. A frustrated sigh escapes your lips. Miguel's attention shifts from the television.

“Something wrong?” He raises a brow in concern and rubs comforting circles into your back.

You rest your head onto his chest looking up at him with saddened tired eyes.

“It’s just that…it’s already late and I have to get up soon….I feel like I never have enough time to spend with you.” A frown forming on your plump lips.

He pulls your body closer and places his chin atop of your head embracing you.

“I know sweetie. Our hours aren’t ideal, I miss spending time with you too.” He replies reassuringly.

A silence falls over you both. The sound of dialogue from the movie and the ticking of the clock blending in with the noises of the city that never sleeps. You break the silence first.

“Do you really have to go to work tomorrow?” Your best attempt at using your sad eyes to sway his decision.

“You know I’m the head geneticist. My team wouldn’t know what to do without me.” He chuckles.

“They can figure it out. Don’t you think I need you more than them.”

He looks down at you “Aren’t you needed at work as well? I’m sure they need their hardest working employee.”

"Screw them; they can figure it out. I need a break, and I know you do, too. He scratches his neck, exhaustion visible on his mature features; a strand of his salt and pepper hair, which you adore, falls forward on his forehead, wrinkled in thought.

“It’s just one day.” He mumbles. You give your widest most convincing smile. “Exactly, just one day, they’ll survive without us won’t they.” Your tone takes a bit of a joyful tone.

He smiles gingerly “Okay, I’ll call out tomorrow.” A small cheer is heard from you. “But don’t think giving me those sad puppy dog eyes is going to work in your favor every time.” He says sarcastically. You kiss him on the lips

“Well it’s never not worked for me.” You reply.

You can feel the stress, anxiety and tension from the day leave your body as you lean further into the loving warmth radiating from the giant man.

“I love you.” He says. “I love you, too.”

You both eventually fall into a much needed deep sleep soothed by each other's embrace.

a/n: thx for readinggg <3

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cetaitlaverite · 2 days

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Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

masterlist is linked here <3

25. The Same Pain

Freddie hadn’t altogether planned to stay out massively late. True, she had told her parents not to wait up for her and Rosie when they left to go to the jazz club, but she was so tired even still from the stress of the last few weeks and they went out drinking so often back at base anyway that she figured they’d only stay a little while. The thing was, Rosie loved jazz and Freddie loved to dance, and there was nothing either of them loved more than spending time together. The club was dark and the music was loud and they spent all night wrapped up in each other on the dance floor, as smitten as they had ever been, as though their temporary break up had never happened at all.

They had never gotten to go out together without everyone there knowing who they were. The anonymity was fascinating to Freddie. They could spend all night kissing and no one would say a thing about it to them tomorrow morning because they’d never see any of them again. And it was so nice to just be normal. Freddie hadn’t felt normal since before the war. Though she’d worried that getting a taste of civilian life with Rosie would make her long for Daniel, she found that it didn’t at all. It made her long for a life with Rosie, a life after the war where they could go out every weekend and not have to wake up early every morning to work. Where they could sleep in the same bed and choose what they ate, and know that the hardest part of their days would be the time they spent apart.

It was all just so fun, so domestic and so thrilling because of it, that Freddie got a little bit more drunk than she’d been intending. But Rosie didn’t want to make a bad impression on her parents, in spite of how many times Freddie assured him that they already loved him, so he cut himself off after three beers.

Freddie, however, had more wine than either of them could recall. She was giggly and affectionate on the walk home.

Rosie had her perched in his arms as he walked them both back to her parents’ house. She’d been complaining that her feet were hurting, so he took her shoes off for her before they left the club and insisted on carrying her instead. Freddie’s arms were around his neck, her heels resting against his shoulder as she carried them in her hand, and she was resting her temple against his cheek, giggling softly every so often.

“Rosie,” she sing-songed, lifting her head to kiss his cheek. “Rosie, Rosie, Rosie.”

He chuckled to himself. “Yes, honey?”

Freddie was grinning as she pressed her lips against his cheek again. He must have been absolutely covered in her lipstick.

“Do you ever want me to call you Robert?” she asked, giggling even as she asked it. She kissed his cheek again and then his jaw, smiling as she nuzzled her nose into it.

“No,” Rosie said honestly, glancing down at her and stifling a laugh at how dopey she looked.

“Why not?” she wondered.

“Do you ever want me to call you Wilfrieda?” he shot back.

Freddie laughed loudly. Rosie cringed as he shot wary glances at the houses they passed.

“No,” she replied eventually. “That would be so weird.”

“There’s your answer,” Rosie said simply. He ducked his head to kiss the tip of her nose quickly before continuing on their way.

“You don’t look like a Robert to me,” Freddie went on thoughtfully.

“No?” he humoured her.

“No,” she decided. “You’re too much of a Rosie.” She pressed her forehead to his cheek, squeezing him around the neck. “You’re so cute I just wanna squeeze you all the time!” she exclaimed, pressing herself impossibly closer to him.

Rosie couldn’t help his laugh. “Fred, honey, you gotta be quiet, okay? People are sleeping.”

“I’m not even talking loud,” Freddie mumbled, but she quieted down nonetheless.

She was quiet for five minutes before Rosie realised she was sulking.

“Fred, darling,” he started.

She huffed and muttered something before moving to bury her face in his neck.

“Freddie, sweetheart,” he continued, trying to get her to look at him.

“What?” she said, her voice muffled where she was speaking into his neck.

“Don’t be mad at me,” he pleaded with her. He’d only just gotten back into her good books, and while he knew her drunken tantrum would end the second she went to sleep anyway, he really couldn’t stand to spend another second of his life with her upset with him.

“I want to drink warm milk when we get home,” Freddie decided in place of an appropriate response. “And I want more Dracula.”

Rosie grinned to himself. “I’ll warm you up some milk and read to you before bed, Fred, how’s that sound?”

“Perfect,” she declared. She lifted her head out of his neck to check on their progress home. She was smiling again now.

Sighing wistfully, Freddie let her head come to rest against Rosie’s face again. “I had so much fun tonight,” she told him.

Rosie’s smile widened. “Oh yeah? What was your favourite part?”

He could feel her start to grin and knew what she was about to say before she even opened her mouth. “When you tripped.”

He scoffed. “What is your obsession with me hurting myself?”

Freddie couldn’t hold in her raucous laughter a second longer. Out into the silence of the night burst forth a loud, hysterical laugh, and Rosie couldn’t find it within himself to hush her. They were just turning onto her street, now, anyway, evident only when he squinted to read the road sign they passed. This blackout made it so difficult to navigate at night.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” Rosie whispered to Fred as she quietened, tilting his head into hers for a moment before righting himself.

Freddie sighed. “I want to dance one more time.”

“Now?” Rosie wondered.

Freddie nodded. “No one’s here to see us.” Lifting her head, she gave him her best puppy dog eyes, channelling Earnie when he’d misbehaved but demanded a treat anyway. “Will you dance with me one more time, Rosie? We’ll be back at base this time tomorrow.” She smiled sadly. “I just want one more dance away from the war.”

Rosie’s gaze was soft. “But your feet…” He inclined his head towards where she was holding her shoes behind his shoulder.

“Oh.” Freddie frowned and then immediately smiled as an idea struck her. “You can dance for the both of us, can’t you, twinkle toes?”

Rosie shut his eyes resignedly with a quiet groan. “Fred…”

“Do a spin!” Freddie implored him, tightening her hold around his neck and grinning.

Rosie laughed and did as she said, taking care to watch his feet to make sure he didn’t slip and take the both of them down.

Freddie was giggling maybe a bit too loudly as he finished turning and started to lead them both in a dance, similar to the way they’d danced yesterday in her backyard. He was stepping the way he thought a man was supposed to step in a classical waltz, though undoubtedly doing a poor job of it, but it didn’t matter - Freddie’s entire face was lit up with joy, her eyes shining brighter than the stars above them.

"Wunderschön!" Freddie exclaimed as he danced for the both of them, pecking him on the cheek. “Rosie, du bist so ein toller Tänzer!”

Rosie laughed. “Fred, I can’t understand you, honey.”

Freddie sighed. “Es wäre so geil, wenn du Deutsch verstehen könntest.”

“Fred.”

“Rosie!” she chirped back to him, grinning.

“Freddie?” someone interrupted.

Both smiles dropped straight off of Freddie and Rosie’s faces. Standing in the doorway to the house next door, barely visible through the darkness, was Della, Daniel’s mother, in her dressing gown and slippers, her hair in tight rollers. Her eyes were squinted as she tried to make them out in the darkness, one of her hands clasped around the edge of the door and the other wrapped across her stomach.

Freddie had no idea what to say.

It was Rosie who found his voice first. “Sorry for waking you, ma’am.” He cleared his throat, more out of awkwardness than necessity, and adjusted his hold on Freddie to make sure she was still secure in his arms. It felt rude to be holding her like this in front of her dead boyfriend’s mother but she had no shoes on and he wasn’t going to risk hurting her feet.

Della’s eyes didn’t move from Freddie even as Rosie was speaking. The two of them stared at each other across the distance between them, one set of eyes uncertain, the other set hard.

“Daniel hated when you spoke that dirty language,” Della finally said. Her voice sounded deafening in the silence which had fallen, even though logically Freddie knew she’d been speaking much louder before.

Freddie’s face was entirely blank, her face entirely calm. She swallowed hard. “Daniel isn’t here.”

Rosie clutched her tighter to his chest, a silent bid for her to end this conversation here and pick it up again tomorrow if need be when she was sober.

“Because of the Germans,” Della answered Freddie, her voice steady and clear. “It’s their filthy language you’re speaking.”

“It’s my beautiful language I’m speaking,” Freddie corrected her sharply. “I’m half Austrian, Della, no matter how much you always tried to forget it.”

“You’re British,” Della argued. “Born in Oxford.”

“Raised in Vienna,” Freddie countered. “One parent British, yes, but the other Austrian.”

“Hitler is Austrian.”

“So is my father,” Freddie snapped. “My dad is a classical musician, a pianist. He taught me to play. He’s taught hundreds of gifted musicians to play beautiful music. He’s devoted his life to his art, and to his wife and his daughter. There isn’t a stain on him, not least for being Austrian.”

Della said nothing.

Freddie was watching her closely. “I could easily have been born in Vienna. If my dad had moved universities two years earlier I would have been. Would you have turned me away when Daniel first brought me home if I was entirely Austrian?”

“Maybe.”

“You would’ve saved me an awful lot of pain if you had.”

No emotion bloomed on Della’s face, just as it didn’t on Freddie’s. They may as well have been talking about the weather.

“You’d still be with him if he was around,” Della said after a short pause. “You’d be married to my Daniel. You wouldn’t be with him.” She gestured to Rosie, where he was still holding Freddie in his arms.

Now Freddie’s anger started to show. Her breath got heavier, her grip on Rosie tightened, and she sat up as straight as she could while he was holding her. “I wouldn’t have met Rosie at all if Daniel was still around.”

“But if you had,” Della countered.

“But I wouldn’t have,” Freddie snapped. “And he’s not. He’s gone.”

“But if he wasn’t.”

“He is!” Freddie cried, heedless of the rows of houses with sleeping people on either side of them. “You’re trying to make me choose and I won’t do it. I won’t. I loved Daniel. You know I did. You only make me prove it to you every Christmas by bringing out that cursed photo album, forcing me to look through it in front of you every year so you can satisfy yourself that I’m still grieving. But I love Rosie. I’m in love with him. I love him so much it hurts, because I worry he’ll bring me the same pain Daniel did. But it would be the same pain. I love him.” Her voice was heavy with stifled tears. “I love him,” she whimpered at last, turning her face to rest her forehead against Rosie’s cheek.

Rosie started the walk up to Freddie’s house, dutifully ignoring the woman still standing in the doorway next door watching them like she was about to start painting the scene from memory.

Freddie produced the key for him from his trouser pocket and he quickly unlocked the door. She pushed down the handle and Rosie pushed it open with his knee until Della’s voice rang out once more, obscenely loud in the quiet, making sure she was heard.

“He would hate you for this,” she said clearly, coldly. “Daniel would never forgive you for this.”

Rosie walked them both inside and set Freddie down but she stepped straight back outside, the concrete of the front doorstep icy cold beneath her bare feet. “He would,” she asserted, tilting her chin up defiantly. “He would forgive me.”

“He wouldn’t.”

“Yes,” Freddie said calmly. “He would. Because he loved me. This, what I have now, I would have wanted it for him. If it had been the other way around and I’d left him behind I would want it for him. I wouldn’t want him to waste his life lonely and afraid to love just because he’d had me once and lost me.”

Della shut the door on her. Freddie was sure she was crying. She didn’t know whether she cared and didn't much want to think about it.

Instead, she stepped inside the house and shut the door behind her. She placed her heels neatly on the floor by the door and then leaned her weight back on it so she could wipe the grit from the ground outside off her feet.

Rosie was waiting for her with hand outstretched, clearly unsure what to do with his face except for smile.

Smiling softly, sadly, back at him, Freddie took his hand and let him lead her to the kitchen, past the dogs in their beds in the living room who were mercifully still asleep.

Freddie sat at the kitchen table in silence while Rosie warmed up some milk for her. It was dark in here - the blinds were pulled down over the kitchen window but not over the back door, so they couldn’t turn any lights on because of the blackout. But the darkness outside had allowed Freddie’s eyes to adjust. She could still make out Rosie’s figure as he poured some milk into a saucepan and lit the stove.

Chewing on her bottom lip, staring into thin air, the conversation she’d just had playing over and over again in her mind, Freddie wasn’t sure how she was feeling. She’d expected to cry when she’d still been having it. She didn’t feel like crying now. There was an ache inside of her, an emptiness which would probably always be there. Rosie had filled most of it but there was a part of her heart which would always belong to Daniel, as much as Rosie owned the rest. But there wasn’t as much sadness in that hole anymore. All of the sadness, the pain, the sobbing, had been the love she had left over for Daniel which she hadn’t had time to express. Now there was Rosie and she loved him so much she’d never have enough time to express it, even if they lived a hundred years together, and she desperately hoped they would. So she loved him with all of her heart, the part which belonged to him and the part which belonged to Daniel, and without her even realising it the hurt had slowly faded away. There would always be an emptiness but there was no longer torment, agony, pain.

When Rosie set the glass of milk down in front of Freddie, she looked up at him with heavy eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly, watching as he sat down in the chair next to her. “I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.”

His eyebrows furrowed. He tilted his head as he looked at her. “What do you mean, honey?”

Freddie smiled ruefully. “That I love you. I didn’t mean to tell you that way. I wanted it to be a happy moment, not a sad one. And I wanted to say it to you, not to someone else.”

Rosie shook his head as if to assure her that it didn’t matter. There was a stupid smile on his face all of a sudden. “But you love me,” he said.

Letting out a breathy laugh, Freddie nodded. “Of course I do.”

“I love you too,” Rosie answered her, smiling widely. He leaned across the gap between them to kiss her lips, long and sweet. “I love you so much,” he breathed when he pulled back.

Freddie was grinning. “I think you mean that you love me so bad,” she corrected him teasingly. She was referring to what he’d said while drunk when she’d been angry at him after he’d decided to re-up. It was such an American thing to say but also so very endearing - Freddie’s heart had melted when he’d said it, not that she’d been able to show it at the time. But she wanted him to say that version now, when she could repeat it back to him.

Rosie chuckled softly, obviously recalling the event, too, though with palpable embarrassment. “I do,” he confirmed. “I love you so bad, Fred. So, so, so bad.”

“I love you too,” Freddie replied around a gentle smile. “So bad, Rosie. I love you so bad.” Lifting a hand to cup his cheek, she sighed and kissed his nose. “I know it must be awful for you to hear me talk about Daniel, but please know that I don’t think of you as a replacement. What I feel for you is different. I don’t love him more just because I lost him.”

Rosie nodded. “I know.” And he did know. One of the first things he’d truly loved about her was her capacity to love; her friends, her family, her dogs, music, poetry, flowers. She had nothing if not the biggest heart of anyone he’d ever met. If anyone was capable of having two loves of their life, two soulmates, and cherishing them both in equal measure, it was Freddie. “I love you.”

“Do you love me less because I loved him first?” Freddie breathed. Her eyes were just a little bit uncertain. Rosie thought she knew the answer but just needed to hear him say it.

“No,” Rosie reassured her. “I love every part of you, the part that Daniel took with him included. All the British, all the Austrian, all that you’ve given to me and all that you gave to him.”

Freddie smiled. It wasn’t the brightest smile she’d ever given him but, god, was it the most beautiful. Soft and delicate and full of emotion, the difficult ones and the happy ones, too. She smiled with all the depth of her affection for him, all the extent of her love. How could he ever doubt that she loved him when she smiled at him like that?

“Rosie,” Freddie breathed, rising from her chair to settle in his lap. “Rosie,” she whispered into his ear, pressing her lips to his neck.

“Fred,” Rosie mumbled as she started to kiss down into the collar of his shirt.

“I love you,” she whispered, starting to undo his buttons. “So bad. So, so bad.”

Rosie held her flush to him, halting her progression for the time being so he could kiss all the air out of her. “I love you so bad, Fred,” he said against her lips when they pulled back. “More than anything.”

“Don’t ever leave me,” Freddie breathed, tucking her nose up beside his.

Rosie shut his eyes, inhaling the smell of her, embracing the closeness. “I won’t,” he promised, running his hands up and down her back as she resumed undoing his buttons. “I promise, Fred,” he breathed, tugging at her dress. “I won’t.”

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clumsyclifford · 1 year

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2022 Writing Evaluation

hi i dug this up from the archives of this time last year because it was fun to do and i wanted to give other writers a chance to reflect if they’re so inclined! so here is my 2022 writing self-evaluation. point of order, i’m mostly filling this out specifically for my bellawritess ao3 and all the rpf stuff i write, not my other secret ao3 where i put fics written about fictional media. okay, onward.

1. number of stories posted on ao3: 23!

2. word count posted for this year: 117,763

3. fandoms i wrote for: 5sos, atl, and 1d (but also teen wolf, mcu spiderman, hawkeye, and daredevil)

4. pairings: cake, lashton, malum, jalex, narry, halex (you know that very popular harry styles/alex gaskarth ship), and mirry.

5. story with the most kudos/bookmarks/comments: the answer to all three of these criteria is a change of heart and a silver lining, my winter 2021-22 fic exchange fic, which makes me very happy. i cannot believe that fic was from last year, january feels like forever ago but i love love love that specific work so much, in large part because of how much i was able to tailor it to meg as reciprocation for all the times and ways she tailored things to me.

6. work i’m most proud of (and why): i’m gonna say a three-way tie between (1) i got a radar for trouble (and you’re a renegade), (2) between all the gasping i finally breathe, and (3) play it again and again and again. #1 is the cruel summer prequel fic that i always half-jokingly said i would one day write and then surprised myself by actually writing, and i am incredibly proud of how well i managed to recreate the vibes of cruel summer fic but also write a prequel that made sense with the direction the actual cruel summer story took. #2 was one of the first legit fics i wrote to break myself out of this big 5sos fic slump i had been in (consequence of a perfect storm of a lot of small things), and i may have gotten lost in the metaphor sauce but i maintain that the metaphors are really fucking good which was gratifying to me as a writer who had felt like maybe i’d lost my real writing skill before then. #3 is the christmas fic i wrote for hazel, and what i’m most proud of there is that i fuckin actually wrote that. my love for my friends carried me through the warfields of attempting to romanticize christmas, and in so doing i think i actually learned something about christmas, ugh i feel like i’m getting less jewish every second i spend talking about this but i really am proud of myself for writing that and even moreso because i think i tailored it pretty well to hazel’s taste and that made me happy. it was like an extra challenge i set myself and then i did it well.

7. work i’m least proud of (and why): pretty much all the prompt fics from this year’s batch, tbh. this malum roommates one is really funny if you imagine you’re a fly on the wall of mine and megs’s dorm room but it’s the most nothing fic on the planet otherwise, and you’re my whole house is cute but again, literally nothing. unfortunately these were written while i was binge watching seinfeld which probably contributed to how much they were About Nothing but that’s no excuse.

8. share or describe a favorite review you received: i’m super terrible at remembering comments and stuff that people leave me but a few days ago i got a comment on yssdf saying it was one of the best love stories they’d ever read and that just about knocked my socks off

9. a time when writing was really, really hard: from aboutttt february to september, which is pretty obvious when you notice that i didn’t post a fic (on this account) between march 18th and september 27th of this year. i hit that aforementioned slump in a big way and i was also busy with life stuff and i was also just. unmotivated and uninspired! but in that time i wasn’t really doing a lot of writing to struggle with. something that was actively hard to write was definitely parts of the jet lag songfic i wrote for the fest. megs and hazel both experienced various aspects of my intense battle with Plot and Characters. it was not pretty.

10. a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: luke in the muke college beach fic!!! he was so much more gutsy than (a) he’s usually written and (b) i expected him to be. and tbh, michael in that fic also kind of surprised me, although less so because he was based on a real guy i know, so it was more like trying to delve into the fictionalized mind of a real human being i go to school with and understand what it is that makes him only APPEAR to be an asshole and in reality maybe actually have a heart of gold. if that makes sense. character work but the character is based on a real person who is based on a real person. meta af.

11. a favorite excerpt of your writing: ill be the first to admit im a sucker for when there’s a song playing in the in-universe fic scene and then the lyrics tie into the moment. i have that in two fics that i can think of, so here they both are:

(1) from everywhere, everything:

Luke is trembling when he looks up at Ashton, but he only nods. Tilts their foreheads together.

Say it’s me that you’ll adore— Sinatra sings, and then there’s a scratch and a crack, and the whole record player crashes through the glass tabletop.

(the end of that lyric is “for now and evermore” !!!! HOW FUCKED IS THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(2) from faith in a stolen car (the jean jacket songfic i just wrote for the fest):

Calum’s rumbling laugh shook both of them as Springsteen vowed I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul, and Ashton sang along in a silly voice so Calum knew he meant it with everything he had.

[and]

He turned up the music, and ‘No Surrender’ blared out of the surround sound. The lines that had been stampeding around Ashton’s brain since Calum had first swept him up in tonight’s teenage delinquency now screamed against the wind in his ears.

Ashton smiled wider than his face could handle and screamed right back.

“WE MADE A PROMISE WE SWORE WE’D ALWAYS REMEMBER,” Calum’s voice joined his, and together they beat back the deafening gales; “NO RETREAT, BABY, NO SURRENDER!”

12. how did you grow as a writer this year? this year i learned the importance of conflict. “hey bella, didn’t you learn that in seventh grade english?” YES but then i IGNORED it and now i have relearned it in a fanfiction context and in the broader sense that i now understand every story has a conflict and more than that, a story needs a conflict, because that’s what drives it. after i finished writing those prompt fics, i thought, damn, these are fun but nothing is fucking happening in any of them. i wonder why that is! and then i realized. there was no conflict. i was writing “scenes” but nothing interesting within those scenes, so there was nothing pulling the characters from point A (the start of the scene) to point B (its conclusion) and as a result they all became meandering blocks of text with no goal or direction. anyway. point being that i have embraced conflict as a necessary factor in storytelling and i hope this will mean no more seinfeldian fics, prompt or otherwise.

13. how do you hope to grow next year? yes <3 jk but i sincerely have no idea, i don’t have any current ideas on how i plan to grow next year i just very much intend to grow. how it happens is anyone’s guess

14. who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc)? gotta be a tie between megs @igarbagecannoteven and hazel @allsassnoclass. obviously megs is my #1 rubber duck roomie, whether she likes it or not, and she has helped me solve more problems than i am comfortable admitting. actually i’m very comfortable admitting it megs has untangled a myriad of fic knots on many occasions this year she is the best rubber duck in the world. and hazel has become my virtual rubber duck which is great because it means i have all my bases covered! truly these two are a dynamic duo because they will both just let me sit there and complain and yet always have the right thing to say.

15. anything from your real life show up in your writing this year? as always, a great many things. make the same mistakes ‘til the morning breaks and the muke college beach fic are both inspired by things that happened with this one guy i know from school (yes, the same guy, and yes, he is represented by michael both times, and no, i do not know why it happened like that). the latter came from just a single snap i saw on his snap story, and none of the fic is actually based on real events, but the former is HEAVILY based on real events between this guy and one of my good friends at school. lmao!

i’ve been wishing i could breathe underwater is based on my experience scuba diving, which is to say, pure unmitigated terror, 1/10, do not recommend except to say that you did it. tequila shots from the dark scene of the crime is chock-full of baseball talk, specifically about Worst Team In Baseball the Washington Nationals (affectionate), so those feelings are straight from my heart. the concept of tell me what to see has not happened to me but it was very much inspired by my experience of getting in the habit of working out and realizing your muscles are literally increasing in size. the christmas fic has all my jewish disdain for christmas. that’s the shortlist, i think!

16. any new wisdom you can share with other writers? honestly, nope! i think other writers are thriving on their own fic journeys, as i am on mine. you guys seem to have a handle on things. i can reiterate my vehement loathing of comma splices or otherwise incorrectly-placed commas, but other than that i don’t have much to offer in the way of wisdom.

17. any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year? yes!! i am really excited to (hopefully) finish this fic ive been intermittently writing that is based on back together by tss. well, actually it’s based on the specific energy that was created in the world when back together and 2011 were released on the same night. it’s a tss!5sos au. it’s going to be really good okay. it’s tasty. and as always i hope to finish summer camp au i am dead fucking set on finishing that fic there is no question in my mind that it will be completed someday sooner rather than later i hope but definitely eventually. aside from those, i can’t think of any other fic plans i have! just gonna see where the winds of fic fate take me.

18. tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: @igarbagecannoteven @allsassnoclass @kaleidoscopeminds @burstingsunrise @cringeycal (?) <3

#stuff #tag games #fic talk #it's 3:20am im going the fuck to sleep #tomorrow is going to stress me out so much #ive been experiencing low-grade but slowly-growing levels of stress for the past week or two about this trip #and now it's. now i'm leaving in TWO DAYS and jesus christ im nervous #i am so stupid for this #for everything #it's going to be fine #ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gay fucking fear!!!!!!!#goodnight

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