#2k writer + reader challenge

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switchin' the positions for you, osamu miya

pairing osamu miya x f!reader word count 2k synopsis osamu miya says you've got a lot to learn, rookie, and he's more than happy to teach you. content contains creampie, pet names (baby, good girl), slight praise kink (reader receiving), fwb to lovers, multiple positions, tennis player!reader author's notes to the requester: you know who you are, girl. give the masses (me) what i want: you to become a writer!!!

“Fuck.” Osamu hisses out the word like it burns to have it escape through his gritted teeth. “D’ya like that, baby?” 

You can’t give him a coherent answer; it’s kind of hard to hold a conversation with him when he’s got you sitting all snug on his lap, cockhead hitting that special sensitive spot of yours that you never knew you had until you start your little arrangement with him. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’s the only person capable of reducing you to a hot, whiny mess but when you instinctually tighten up around his cock, he lets out a soft, smug laugh. 

His warm breath tickles your ear when he leans down to tell you, “Told ya I’d teach you a thing or two.” 

You try to tilt your head back so your eyes can meet his. You don’t like looking up to people, but Osamu is just so big. You’re sitting on him, pussy clamping down on his fat cock that’s buried snugly inside of you, your back pressed against his muscular chest. The man owns a restaurant; surely hauling all those massive rice bags couldn’t have possibly given him this figure. You want to make a face, let him know that his “I told you so” is not appreciated, but when he makes eye contact with you, he gives you a smirk — a warning. A split second later, he thrusts up, and you can’t hold back your moan. 

He did that on purpose, you think to yourself. He’s always baiting you, always waiting for the right moment to catch you off guard. You’re a favorite to win the Japan’s Women’s tennis tournament; no one catches you off guard. 

But when you’re out on the road, traveling with your team, and your starvation-induced tantrum leads to your coach making a pitstop to some hole-in-the-wall restaurant named Onigiri Miya, you learn that it is possible for someone to trip you up. 

“So you’re the girl with the killer serve,” is what he says the first time he’s taking your order. “You don’t look like much of a killer to me.” 

You’re pissed, hungry, and still upset over hearing the men’s team talk about how you look good in your skirt and should consider modeling for Sports Illustrated instead of trying to make it big in tennis. You’re frowning when you tell him, “Are you the owner of this restaurant?” 

“Yep.” 

“Doesn’t look like much of a restaurant to me.” In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t be rude to the man handling your food. 

“It’s up and coming.” He says, eyes looking you up and down in a way that makes you suddenly very, very hyper aware of how fitted your top and how short your skirt is. He’s not ogling you; he’s sizing you up. Like you’re a challenge. “It’ll look it soon enough.” 

You like a good challenge. 

When you come back the next week, high off your victory, you walk through the doors of Onigiri Miya, smug and prideful. 

The feeling intensifies whenever he tells you he saw your game, but you’re immediately dissatisfied when he hits you with a, “Ya still got a lot to learn, though.” 

Your first lesson? Taking three of his thick fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy as your back is pressed against the wall of the storage room of Onigiri Miya. There’s only one single light bulb flickering in the darkness of the pantry, but you don’t focus on that. Instead, you focus on the searing heat from between your thighs, too eager to chase after pleasure to care about the fact that you’re so wet, you can hear every thrust. 

You’re so close to cumming, you find yourself moving your hips upwards, trying to bring yourself to release even faster. He immediately stops his ministrations, making an annoyed sound of clear disapproval.

“You need to learn how to stop bein’ so damn greedy.” His words come out as a raspy whisper, and when your walls involuntarily clench around his fingers, there’s a small noise that seems to come from the back of his throat. He’s holding himself back. 

Somehow, the fact that you have a strong effect on him as well makes you so pleased, you find yourself gripping his shoulder as you disobediently grind against his fingers yourself, letting out a loud whine as you cum all over his hand. 

With heated cheeks and heavy breathing, you let Osamu Miya know that being greedy is what makes you such a star player. You don’t get by with just taking what’s given to you; everything, from points on the court to a more-than-satisfactory orgasm, is yours for the taking. 

You don’t expect him to just smile at your prideful remark, and you certainly don’t expect him to remove his fingers from you, hold them up to the light so you can both admire the way his index, middle, and ring fingers are glistening with your juices, before he licks the pads of them. 

Is the room heating up? Did the air conditioning suddenly break? You feel hotter than usual as you watch the vulgar display, and you should be ashamed of the way your knees are already weak from hitting your climax, ashamed of the way you have to press your thighs together so he doesn’t catch the way you’re already anticipating a round two. 

“Have a taste, baby.” He’s grinning, smiling like the damn devil himself, as he extends his hand, brings the tips of his fingers to your lips. You shake your head no, not trusting yourself to speak. 

He pretends to sound disappointed. “No?” Then with a shrug and a smug more for me then, he licks the rest of your essence off of his fingers. 

“I could go for a second helping.” 

The sentence barely leaves his mouth before you find yourself parting your thighs to welcome him back.

Through the course of three months, you find yourself being taught various lessons from Osamu. He teaches you to mind your manners and refuses to fuck into you, choosing to tease you with the head of his cock instead. 

“Not gonna fuck ya ‘til you say please.” 

Like with your tennis matches, it all boils down to a game of stamina. Who can hold out the longest? His tip is wet and sticky with pre, and you can catch every hitch of his breath as he rubs against your clit. You’re soaking through his bedsheets, his bed being the only comfortable piece of furniture he has in his “work in progress” of a bachelor pad. 

He practices breathing exercises with you when he pushes himself as far as your little throat can take him. Drool will be dribbling out the corners of your swollen lips, and he has your hair bunched up in a makeshift ponytail, strands sloppily wrapped around his hand as he watches you try to take all of him in your mouth. 

“You gotta breathe through your nose, baby. Atta girl, that’s my good girl.”

He teaches you that you like praise. 

He’s more observant than you realize. You can tell from the way he recaps and analyzes your matches with you after a particularly rough game, and you can tell from the way he’ll notice if the way he has you bent over the kitchen counter is uncomfortable for you. He knows you like the way he gives it to you hard, sloppy, messy. You have a meticulous training routine, every aspect of your life reduced to a bullet point on an itinerary from your personal coach. 

It makes sense that his sloppy kisses, the ones that leave your lips swollen, the ones that are less than kisses and more of just messy exchanges of spit, are your favorites. You like being reduced to a wet, boneless, fucked out little mess, and you like it because it’s all coming from him. He has a business to tend you, and you have a professional athletic career, and yet, the world is reduced to his barebones apartment bedroom. No tennis matches, no food truck deliveries to worry about.

Just your back pressed against his chest, the thin material of your athletic tanktop and his tight fitted compression shirt doing nothing to stop the searing exchange from both of your bodies’ heat. 

“Told ya I’d teach you a thing or two.”

All you can do is close your eyes and lose yourself to the overwhelming pleasure of having him buried to the hilt inside of you. 

“You’re so good for me, ya know that?” You like the way he grunts out the words, punctuating each word with a thrust that has you clinging to his forearm, both of his hands wrapped tightly around your stomach so you can stay still, stay easily accessible for him. “You’re not just my good girl, you’re my best girl.”

You let his words of praise soak you to the bone. You’re letting out desperate, high-pitched, needy whines, and there’s no more holding back on his end. He’s fucking into you with the stamina and strength that rivals some athletes. 

You finish first; you always do. You tried, once, to get him to cum before you, but once he caught on to your little scheme, he stretched your body, had your legs folded and sore as he fucked into you almost angrily, like getting him off before you have is something he takes personal offense to. 

He’s addicted to watching you cum. The way you can’t control your body, your tight, always stressed out body that only seems able to relax when he’s smothering you, his body heat getting lost and mixed up with yours. You fit so perfectly against him, under him, on top of him. When you cum, you tilt your head back, resting against his shoulder. Your eyes look dazed, almost like you’re unable to see straight, but he stares at you, smiling as he realizes that every time you cum, you can’t help but search for him. 

When he finishes inside of you, you think you’re close to cumming again. The rush of hot, thick heat flooding your now-sloppy insides has you whining so cutely, he almost wants to start fucking into you again. But he doesn’t. Instead, he lets you rest, gives you a minute to catch your breath. 

“I don’t normally do this, y’know.” He sounds a bit out of breath, and it fills you with deep satisfaction to know that you’re capable of having this effect on him. It’d be embarrassing to be beat in a contest of stamina when you’re the professional athlete here. 

“So you’ve said.” 

Osamu is busy with his business, and you’re busy with tennis. The two of you know that there’s not a lot of room for a relationship, but the two of you are also well aware of the fact that there’s something more to this than just good sex. It’s obvious in the way he holds you, and it’s obvious in the way you let him. He wants to cook you good food and to meet his mother, and you want him at all your games, to dedicate your victory speeches to him. 

“I wanna do this right.” And he’s so sincere when he says it that it makes your heart flutter, gives you the unfamiliar sensation of butterflies in your tummy. “I wanna take you out on dates and for you to meet my family.” 

“I’ve never been in a relationship.” You admit this to him, even though he already knows. “So, I wouldn’t know what’s the ‘right’ way to go about it, anyway.” You peer up at him, trying to gauge his reaction. “But you promised you’d teach me a thing or two.”

“Yeah?” The word comes out breathless, full of anticipating, wanting, hope.

“And I think I really don’t mind being taught every once in a while.”

#osamu miya x reader #osamu miya x you #osamu x reader #osamu smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #one shot #imagine #drabble

[shinestarhwaa]

HELLO KITTY || PARK SEONGHWA

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Seonghwa x fem reader

Word Count: 2K

Tags/warnings: sub!hwa, dom!reader, hwa likes dressing up as a cat, sex toys, anal play (Hwa's buttplug), petplay ig?, use of kitten/kitty, some sort of mild bsdm maybe? idk, mommy kink, cockstepping, cockslapping, oral sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @babesindestroyland @changbinslovelylegs

Now I'm not the type to write fantasy or hybrid sort of fics, but I do love catboy Hwa so I figured I could do one where Hwa just loves dressing up as one instead of being one lol, you can ask other writers for a Cat hybrid hwa fic if you want :)

ENJOY!

‘’Baby, where are you?’’ you called out, looking for your boyfriend. You were roaming the house, searching for him as you hadn’t seen him since you came home. When you entered the bathroom your eyes widened, being surprised to find him like this. ‘’Hwa? What are you doing? What is tha- Oh.’’

Seonghwa blushed heavily as he got caught sliding his cat tail into his own home. ‘’Y/N, I was just… trying something, you know,’’ he stammered. You grinned and watched Seonghwa’s nude body tremble in front of you. His hair was a little messy, but he managed to create two little cat ears. He had a pink little choker on, the one with a bell that he loved so much. Right behind him wiggled a shiny black tail, brushing against his leg.

Now you heard a muffled buzzing sound, you noticed how hard his cock actually was. ‘’Is that a buttplug, honey?’’ you asked, stepping closer to him. He swallowed thickly and nodded. ‘’I just wanted to try it out, I am so sorry, I-‘’ ‘’Woah, woah, woah, Seonghwa, what are you even sorry about? Come on, turn around and show me,’’ you ordered.

Seonghwa wasn’t sure if he felt relieved or mortified as he turned his back towards you. You bend him over the sink, taking in the sight of the tail coming from his ass. He winced and huffed softly as the plug buzzed inside him. It was enough to pleasure him a little, but not deep enough to actually do something.

‘’Shall we move to the bedroom before we start anything, dear?’’ Seonghwa nodded and followed you to your shared bedroom. You were quick to push him to the floor, making him sit on his knees. ‘’Stay there,’’ you ordered him. He nodded and waited patiently as you took a little box out of your closet.

You pulled out a long pink leash, which you attached to his collar. He swallowed thickly as you did so, dick twitching at all the thought of what you’d do to him. His skin was already lightly sweaty from the hot temperature in the room. Many people thought sex in summer was too challenging, too tiresome, too hot, but it only riled Seonghwa up more and more to fuck as long as you possibly could until you both passed out at the end.

‘’Can you put on your high heels, mommy?’’ he asked politely as he watched you undress. You smiled and nodded. You were left in your black lingerie, making Seonghwa nearly drool at the sight. You put on your expensive black high heels. He adored it when you made him feel like you owned him, like you had all the power.

‘’Have you been a bit of a bad kitty, Seonghwa? Playing with yourself, stuffing your little ass all alone in the bathroom? That is not how we do things, now do we?’’ you said as you leaned into him, nearly pressing your breasts right into his face. It took everything in his power not to dive right into your bra but he composed himself, obeying you. He was not a brat.

‘’I’m sorry, I just wanted to surprise you,’’ he whispered underneath his breath. ‘’Well, you know you’re getting a little punishment, Seonghwa, you’ll do as I say, hm? You’ll take it, am I clear?’’ ‘’Yes mommy,’’ he breathed out.  ‘’Good.’’

You took ahold of the leash, slightly pulling it up so Seonghwa had no choice but to look you into the eyes. He whimpered slightly when he felt your heel on the underside of his length. He bit his lip so hard it nearly bled. You pressed your entire shoe down on him now, the pointy tip pressing onto his sensitive cock.

‘’Such a bad little kitten, hm?’’ you smirked as he winced. ‘’Yes mommy, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be good,’’ he moaned. This reminded you the plug was still buzzing inside him. ‘’Turn that thing off,’’ you commanded, and so he did. You pressed down harder on his cock, making him moan. ‘’You like that, huh? Dirty little kitty,’’ you smirked.

With a slight movement you moved your heel down more, repeatedly pressing down on his erect, leaking cock. ‘’Mommy!’’ he cried out as the pre-cum drizzled from his tip onto the black shiny leather covering your foot.

You pulled your foot off of him and lowered yourself so you were on eye-level with him. He looked into your eyes, his big brown pleading eyes begging for pleasure, but you were going to play with him for just a little bit longer. You raised your hand and let it swing across his painfully hard cock, making him yelp.

‘’M-Mommy, no,’’ he whined as you repeatedly slapped his rigid cock, turning your boyfriend into a moaning mess, shivering and breathing heavily until his white seeds suddenly spurted all over his abs, surprising the both of you. ‘’Did you just come from that, my dirty kitty?’’

‘’I-I couldn’t take it anymore, mommy,’’ he cried out, tears flooding his eyes. You laid your hand on Seonghwa’s soft cheek. He leaned into your palm instantly as he panted out. ‘’It’s okay, precious, now don’t cry, mommy’s got you, get onto the bed now okay?’’ Seonghwa nodded and got up, sitting on the bed on his knees.

‘’Are you gonna eat mommy’s wet pussy now? Seeing you like this turned mommy on so much, precious,’’ you smirked. Seonghwa nodded eagerly and clenched around the plug just at the thought of him drinking your juices. ‘’Yes, please, let me,’’ he nodded.

You got on the bed with him after taking the leash off his collar , down on all fours, the way you knew he liked it. His hands roamed over your ass and the back of your thighs before sliding your panties down, carefully taking them off and laying them at the foot of the bed. Afterwards he unclasped your bra, helping you to take it off as well. He positioned himself behind your again, hands grabbing onto your butt before sliding his tongue between your folds, tasting your sweet juices.

He slowly slid his tongue into your wet hole, making you moan out loud. Seonghwa fucked your hole with his long tongue, reaching sacred sweet spots that made your toes curl as he fixated on licking and hitting them repeatedly with his wet muscle. He ate your pussy like there was no tomorrow, slurpring every juice he could possibly get into his mouth.

‘’Such a good fucking kitty, do you wanna fuck me now, baby? Do you wanna fuck mommy’s pussy?’’ ‘’Yes, mommy, please,’’ he whined softly. ‘’Yeah? Come on then, breed mommy’s pussy like a good boy, my precious good boy, hm? Breed me, give me all of your kittens baby,’’ you moaned as he slid his hard cock between your folds, pushing against your clit briefly.

Seonghwa slid his dick inside your pussy with ease, making both you and himself moan out loud. He started off slow, sliding his dick out and all the way back into you, reaching so far inside you there was no more space left between you two. ‘’More, fuck,’’ you panted. Seonghwa’s hands held onto your hips, pulling you towards him as he bucked his hips into you, making you feel fuller than ever.

‘’Put that thing on again, precious,’’ you breathed, realizing he still had his tail plug inside his hole. Seonghwa wasted no time and turned it on immediately, sighing as he felt the familiar buzzing inside him again. His hips shuddered as he fucked you faster, moaning out loudly. ‘’You’re so wet for me mommy, so fucking wet for kitty’s cock,’’ he grunted. Seonghwa closed his eyes as he threw his head back, lost in his pleasure. ‘’Yeah, baby, so wet for you, I love it when you fill me up baby, give me everything!’’ ‘’Yes, yes mommy, I’ll give you everything, give you fucking everything I got, gonna fuck you so good and give you all my cum, all of me!’’

Seonghwa’s hips moved faster, harder and he pounded you hard into the matrass, leaving you breathless in seconds. ‘’Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!’’ you cried out as you encouraged him to go faster. Seonghwa rutted into you like never before, he felt like he was someone else, like he was guided by a higher power. He felt like he was meant to fuck you, meant to breed you full of his cum.

‘’Please, mommy I gotta cum, gotta fucking put all of my cum inside you,’’ he whined loudly as his thrusts got sloppier. ‘’Yeah baby, fill mommy’s cunt up, fill me up,’’ you cried as you gripped onto the sheets tightly, so tight your knuckles nearly turned white. After a few last thrusts Seonghwa’s hips stilled as his cock pumped all of his seeds inside you. He moaned loudly as he felt you clench around him, milking him dry. He pulled his cock out of you, staying hard nonetheless. You rolled onto your back, revealing your fucked out, messy face. Even when you were in charge he still turned you into the greatest mess.

‘’Once more, precious, make mommy cum on your cock as you fill me up again, sweetie,’’ you whined, spreading your legs for him. ‘’Yes, please, want mommy’s pussy,’’ he grunted before pushing in again. You both whined at the sensitivity, the sensation of your warmth nearly too much. Sweat gushed from his forehead as he moved inside you again, fucking you at an inhumane pace. ‘’Yes, baby, fuck my pussy, fuck mommy’s pussy, put all of your cum inside me,’’ you moaned, barely remembering what you were even saying to him.

You turned into a moaning mess as his dick was just too good, and in no time your orgasm washed over you, startling you as your body shook and trembled, pussy clenching onto him tightly, as if it didn’t want him to slide out of you again. He kept fucking and fucking until you could barely remember your own name, panting loudly as his hips stilled again. Seonghwa released his new load into your cunt with a long, loud moan. He rode out both your orgasms before laying down next to you, completely spent.

But you weren’t done yet.

You wasted no time getting on his lap, sinking down onto his length, letting him fill you up all over again. ‘’M-Mommy, please, t-too much!’’ he moaned as you started bouncing on him. ‘’N-No, you’re gonna take it, you’re gonna give all of it to me, kitty, give me all of you!’’ you moaned loudly. Your hands roamed his body, eager to wrap all around him as you fucked him roughly.

‘’M-Mommy, more! Oh my god, Oh god, fuck me, fuck me,’’ he breathed as his hands held your hips tight. You grinded down on his cock, his pelvis rubbing your clit. You nearly screamed his name as you moved into each other. ‘’S-Seonghwa, Seonghwa, please, fill mommy’s cunt, give me more, breed me, fucking breed me like a good fucking kitty!’’ you screamed.

You rode him until you were out of breath, having to slow down, but Seonghwa held onto your hips and bucked up into you, fucking you from below. He fucked you for what felt like hours, making both you and himself into a sweaty, dirty mess. ‘’Please, please, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, please cum with me, Hwa, please cum for mommy!’’ you cried, shaking around him. ‘’Yes! Please, gonna fill mommy up so well, gonna give mommy all my fucking cum!’’ he moaned before releasing inside you again, sending you over the edge again as well.

You fell onto his chest as you both panted loudly, trying to recover from the overwhelming orgasms. You kept him safely inside you, safely wrapped in your arms. You didn’t need to speak, didn’t need to say a word, you just laid there together, dozing off and sleeping as time faded away.

#kpop #ateez #smut #seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #sub hwa is so cute #sub seonghwa

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Plus One { J.T.K X Reader }

Pairing: Jake Kiskza x Reader 

Writer’s Whining: Already hitting with the curve balls; I like it! Anon requested a possessive Jake smut. This is a slow build-up because I wanna give it some content before we get into the shit. This is also my first fanfic, so please, if I need to improve. I implore you to correct me. Warnings: Smut, Spanking/Smacking, Spitting, Unprotected Sex (No Glove, No Love) Minors DO NOT ENTER Word Count: 2K+

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It was no secret that you were the apple of Jake's eye.

Everyone saw how his eyes lit up every time you walked into a room; like a moth to a flame, he couldn't help but be allured to your light, and only wanting to be near it gave him ease. Since you were introduced to the group by a mutual friend, the guitarist and you shared a bond. It was refreshing since you have dealt with pricks left and right, but he didn't want anything from you, at least from what you saw on the surface.

It was the evening, and the venue was bustling. An old college friend of yours was celebrated for his glass ceramics getting into a city's permanent collection at a well-known museum. It was a momentous occasion; you were invited and could even bring a plus one. You wore a nice black dress and some heels but were still vertically challenged. People had greeted you, along with the star of the evening. 

"Eli! How are you?" you ask, hugging the male and pulling away quickly.

"I'll tell ya, Y/N, it feels good," the male said. He was a tall fellow with a short hairdo and an angled nose, nonetheless easy on the eyes. "Thank you so much for coming; I appreciate it."

"Are you kidding me? And miss this wonderful evening, I would never," you say, happy to be called upon such an occasion, "I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you…" he said with a glint of humility, "And what about you? How's life for you going these days?" 

"It's good," you said, looking at your phone and showing a bit of worry, "it's all good."

"Waiting for someone, aren't you?" he asked, "a date, I presume?"

You scoffed at the assumption and playfully smacked the man on his chest, "stop it. You know I don't deal with bozos anymore. I'm all about me as of right now," you said proudly.

"That's nice, but wouldn't you want someone else to be all about you, too?" Eli asked, holding your shoulder, "You're always stressed and trying to be the do-it-all girl, but someone needs to love on you. You know what I mean?"

"I'm sorry, I thought this evening was about you," you jeered, sarcasm a default in your personality. 

"You know I'm right," he teased, "now, whoever this person is is not worth your time."

And just like that, another party guest came through the doors. He wore a felt hat, a vintage pirate coin pendant decorating his neck, and sunglasses to finish his bust. You immediately knew your plus one had arrived by the comments and the smell of Dior's Sauvage filling the room. 

"Jake," you said as if his name was a breath of fresh air. “You came."

"You told me to come, so I came, love," Jake said, walking up to you and giving you a hug, to which you returned it with much enthusiasm. You pull away, seeing the tiniest hint of a smile behind those shades. 

Eli had cleared his throat, having caught your attention and Jake's. "And who is this handsome young man?" he asked, your cheeks turning red from the question.

"I'm Jake Kiskza," he said, offering his hand, Eli taking it and shaking it. "I'm guessing you're the artist of the night. Congratulations."

"Why, thank you. I see you're a friend to our sweet Y/N," he pushed; you have to hide your face from the embarrassment.

"Yes, I am," Jake stated firmly, a protective arm around you and even pulling you close to make the statement clear to the gentlemen, "a special friend." You nudged Jake on his side, trying to keep him at ease. He always did this, trying to size up on any guy that spoke to you, much less breathed the same particles in the air as you. 

"Is that so," Eli said, interested in getting to the tea. "Do tell me more."

"I would, but for tonight I'm here for Y/N, respectfully speaking," Jake said, his hand going down to your hip and feeling his thumb caress your side to keep you calm, knowing a fire had burned inside, and not for a good reason. 

"See you," Eli said before dismissing himself, leaving you and Jake alone in a room full of people. Chastened, you part from Jake and scoff, Jake, throwing his hands up and following you. You find an unused lounge room where you sit and scowl in the venue. 

Jake was right at your coattails, standing in from of you and having his thumb in the loop of his pants. "What's the matter with you?" he asked, sounding more accusatory than empathetic.

"Don't play dumb with me. You know what you were doing just now," you snap at Jake.

"I haven't the slightest idea of what you mean, Y/N," Jake said coyly, "be a good girl for me and do elaborate."

You stood up to Jake, snatching off his sunglasses and, chest out and ready to rumble, "Every time a guy talks to me, you come around and act as you own me. It never fails." Jake raised an eyebrow as you stood so close to him. "We're not dating, and you think you can act this way. Honestly, I don't know why I invite you to places."

"Watch that mouth of yours, little girl. Wouldn't want to punish it," he told you, chuckling a bit. 

You gasped in shock, "are you serious? Are you shitting me right now? I'm having a serious conversation with you, and you're trying to play up your sick daddy kink?"

"I am serious," Jake said, walking up towards you, forcing you to walk backward and leaving you no choice but to surrender down on the velvet material of the couch underneath you, "you know as well as I do that you belong to me. That you've always belonged to me. Every curve, every inch of that body belongs to me."

You sat there silent, your thighs pressing together to stop yourself from leaking. You were aroused by Jake speaking to you like this. You were no better than him. "S-Stop it…"

"No," he said shortly with you, "I'm not gonna stop because tonight, I'm going to show you who you belong to." 

You look up at him, feeling the apple of your cheeks swell up with blood and radiate heat as you see how close you two got. Jake sat down next to you, intimate and cozy, his hand on your thigh and his fingers trying to pry them over between. Your throat couldn't help but create a mewl, like a fearful yet anticipating whimper. It was as if you wanted it. 

And you did. 

By God, you did. You're pooling heat radiating like a pulsating heartbeat with a sting of a burn. "Come on, baby girl, you know you wanna give in, so why not do it," Jake said, trying to get you to cop out and give in to the game played. His fingers went up your thigh to find the pant of the underwear, searching for those shimmering folds. 

You gave in.

Your legs slowly but surely spring open, as if meant to be, and give him access to you. "Good girl," Jake had pushed the front of your underwear from under the fabric to make space for his work, the sound of shredding cotton making you jump. Jake didn't start gentle or soft. He had pressed his middle and ring finger deep into your wet and slick cunt and began to finger you and a moderately fast pace. Whimpers and curses escape your lips as Jake unleashes all his desire for you into your center. 

"Jake~," you say, your hips shifting height as you become overstimulated and restless. Just as he started, he quickly left, smacking your inner thighs and your vulva right. You let out a yelp and a curse.

"You call me daddy, understood?" Jake said, giving her another smack and teasing her hole. You push your hips off the couch, needing those broad fingertips using your heat. "Understood?"

"Yes… Daddy," you say with relief as you finally feel his back into you. You continued to give him a beautiful siren's serenade of moans and whimpers, his fingers stroking every wall of your center. 

It was like a dream to you. You never would have thought you'd become putty to a foolish man like Jake Kiszka. He was the same Jake that would pretend to be the British drunkard Oliver Reed. The same Jake would be offended but with the color purple. You couldn't comprehend it at all.

"Turn around," Jake ordered, holding himself up and skillfully removing his belt buckle with one hand. You stayed open for Jake, anticipating what you were working with. "I said turn around."

As if your life depended on it, you quickly did as told, getting on your knees and your elbows tucked underneath your chest and armrest of the couch. You presented yourself with your ass up and your face down. It was a sight to see, Jake showing his appreciation but slowly letting a sliver of spit drip onto your entrance. After a while, his fingers rubbed slow and steady circles around your clit and down at your desperate slit. A whine escaped your lips as the teasing and playing with your center made you restless. "Daddy…"

Jake leaned down to your face and kissed your sweet lips before parting, taking a good piece of your hair into his fist and pulling your head a bit, a yelp escaping you. You could hear him undo his zipper, your eyes looking around frantically as you didn't know how he looked.

You felt the head press into you, your mouth hanging open, and your eyes crossed as you felt him bottom out inside you.

"Jake!" You moan out, fingernails digging into the upholstery. A smack on your ass made you scream, Jake giving you his all.

"What's my name?" He asked as he held onto your hips and thrust into you at an unforgiving pace but still slowed to get you adjusted.

"Daddy—" you dragged as his thrusts changed the vibrations in your voice, a reaction to his hot movement. You felt his hand pull your hair up and have you flush against his clothed chest. "I'm yours, Daddy! And I always will be—"

He pulls out, leaving you aching for his member. He begins to maneuver your body and press you against the wall, your thighs cocked open. "And what do you think you're doing?" you ask, becoming bolder.

"I wanna see your face when you cum." He pressed himself back into you and began to thrust in and out of you. Jake pins against the wall of the lounge area. How dirty this was. Fucking in a lounge room while your peers drank and talked about art. You were having your body slammed into by your long-time friend, and you were enjoying it fucking so much.

"I'm gonna cum," you warned him, feeling your core build up to your release. His hand went to your neck, Jake leaning in to kiss you. And the both of you kissed hard, teeth clashing and tongues fighting to hold dominion over the other. You'd have swollen lips later, but it was worth it.

"Tell me whose pussy this belongs to?" Jake said against your lips, purposely slowing down to drive you insane. You whined, trying to push yourself down on his cock, wanting it. "Tell me, or else I'll leave you here looking ruined."

"You, daddy~" you moaned his moniker. And with that, Jake gave you exactly what you wanted. His mouth found itself right where your earlobe and jawline met, your moans getting louder. It was a blur between you two, his pelvis meeting yours at an unforgiving pace. Your fingernails tugged into the back of his tailored blazer and soon released a sharp yelp, having released on his cock.

Jake had started to stutter in his movement, his cock releasing into you. He pulled his shirt up, seeing your abdomen and his cock twitch. The beautiful mess that you two made will forever hold space in your mind. He pulled out of you and laid you down on the couch. He fixed up his pants and sat down next to you. You looked angelic, from how your hair splayed out on the armchair to how your chest had risen and descended. It was beautiful. And it was all because of him.

Your eyes looked up at him, the guitarist looking worried. "Stop looking at me like that," you say, your arm over your eyes to break contact.

"You stop it," he said, removing your arm and leaning down to gently kiss either eyelid. You couldn't help but giggle at his affection. "You're beautiful..." You shake your head no, abashed, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. He leaned in and kissed you. It was a gentle and chaste display, his hand cupping your face and thumb rubbing your cheek to calm you. "Why are you crying, baby?"

"I'm not crying, I’m just tired," you lie, pushing Jake, to which he chuckled. You sit up and had fixed your hair. "How do I look?"

"Beautiful..." he said, his cheeks showing pink. You smiled, knowing what he said he meant it very much true. He had gotten up, fixing himself up and had extended his hand to you. "Come on, let's get back to the party," he told you. You look at his hand and smiled.

"Yes, Daddy."

#greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van smut #jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka smut #greta van fleet fan fiction

[writeroutoftime]

a secret language

pairing: 1940s!bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: flower shop au - when bucky stumbles across your little flower shop, you're enamored. too bad he keeps coming in to buy flowers for his mystery women (using the prompts "you aren't over her, are you?/not even close")

warnings: none, just tooth-rotting fluff :)

words: 2k

a/n: a very very late entry for @ghostofskywalker's writing challenge from last year lol. when I saw the prompts for this challenge this was the first thought that came to mind. but life and writer's block gets in the way. now I know it’s not actually going on anymore but I just wanted to get this out, better late than never right? plus, I'm so excited for my first flower shop au! please enjoy!!

oOoOo

Tucked away from the hustle and bustle of New York City was a cozy flower shop, hidden in plain sight on the streets of Brooklyn. Most New Yorkers buzzed past the faded, yellow building without a second glance, too caught up in their own mind to notice. Those who did take the time to venture in, however, found a beautiful secret garden in the heart of a concrete city. A warm and cozy oasis for those that crossed the threshold. Who would have thought your life would have changed so drastically with one fateful customer?

oOoOo

The bell above the door jingled merrily followed by the thud of hurried footsteps. "I'll be with you in just a moment." you shouted over your shoulder, placing the finishing touches on the bouquet in front of you.

Finally satisfied, you turned to face your newest customer and found your breath drawn from your body. The slight crack of electricity in the air didn’t escape your notice. Shiny blue eyes met your own and a lopsided smile graced your sight. In that moment, you were thankful for the counter between you to hide the slight shake of your knees. You quickly gathered your bearings and wiped your hands against your apron, offering a soft smile to the man in front of you.

“Hello. How may I help you today?”

“Hi, doll.” he spoke as his foot bounced nervously against the tiled floor. "I'm, uh, looking for some flowers for my Ma. You see it's her birthday today and I, uh, kinda -"

"Forgot?" you filled in, hiding your smile as best as you could. The man in front of you hung his head sheepishly at your words but nodded his head. "Well, you've come to the right place." you gestured to the bouquets of flowers around the shop. "What kind of flowers does your mother like?"

The man’s brows furrowed, and his mouth opened like he was going to say something, but simply grasped for straws instead. "The...pink ones?"

It was at that moment you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, despite your best efforts at professionalism. “What?” the man asked, flushing slightly, though he laughed along with you.

“I’m sorry, but the pink ones? I’ll take it you don’t know much about flowers, do you?” you asked.

“You caught me, doll.” he smirked. “Mind helpin’ a fella out?” he asked, flashing you another charming grin.

Holding up one finger, you turned your back once more and began to create a simple, yet beautiful bouquet. Buzzing around your shop you grabbed some orchids, a few peonies, tied together with a touch of baby’s breath. Gently wrapping the flowers in brown paper, you smiled proudly at your creation before turning back to the eagerly waiting man.

“Violia!” you presented, holding out the bouquet, waiting to see his reaction.

The man took the bouquet carefully from your hands and looked at you with a dazzling smile. “These are just wonderful. Much better than the “pink ones” I suggested.”

“You’ve got orchids for love, peonies for honor, and some baby’s breath to tie it all together.” you explained, pointing out each flower as you went.

“Well, I’ll be. I had no idea that flowers could have so much meaning, but I’m glad I had such a pretty teacher to introduce me.” he flirted. “How much for the bouquet?”

Though he seemed to be like a heartbreaker, there was something about his tone that seemed rather genuine, you named your price. “Discounted for a first-time costumer, in exchange for your name, of course.” you giggled.

Rather taken aback by your charm, the stranger answered. “James, but most people call me Bucky. And you are?”

“y/n.” you answered softly, silently repeating his name over and over in your head.  

Grinning like the Chesire Cat, Bucky took hold of his bouquet, offered you a wink, and headed out the door, throwing a “See ya, ‘round, y/n.” over his shoulder.

You decided you quite liked the way your name sounded on his lips.

The next day proved to be rather quiet, only the occasional customer every few hours. Broom in hand, you spent some time tidying up the shop when Bucky burst through your door, a grateful smile on his face. “Hey there, doll. Just wanted to say that my Ma loved the flowers, so thank you again for saving me.”

Bashfully, you looked at the floor then up at Bucky. “Well, it’s my job and my pleasure. Glad I could help bring your mother some joy on her special day.”

There was a small silence that followed as Bucky took in your shop and all the flowers that sprouted from every corner. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, looked rather disappointed, and tried again. “So, uh, you mentioned all these flowers having meaning. What would you recommend getting a gal you’re trying to impress?” he asked, and your heart fell to the floor.

Of course, this handsome stranger would already have his eyes on someone. They were probably sweet and lovely and knew how to flirt with handsome men. As best you could, you swallowed the hurt and pushed forward. “Well, you could go with roses, but that’s a bit cliché and you may be coming on too strong. You could also go with sunflowers for loyalty.” you suggested.

“Then I’ll have one of your finest sunflowers.” Bucky decided, leaning against the counter with a smile as he watched you flitter about the shop preparing his order. “Thanks, doll.” he said when you handed him the flower.

As he turned to walk out the door, you watched Bucky pause for a moment as though he was thinking, but ultimately kept going. Leaving you only with the jingle of the bell and the ache of your heart.

oOoOo

This was a pattern that continued for the next few weeks. Every Thursday during lunch, you looked forward to seeing Bucky walk through your shop doors with that same cocky grin. The two of you settled into a routine that consisted of him greeting you sweetly before asking for yet another flower recommendation for Bucky’s mysterious girl.

Each week you couldn’t believe this girl had yet to accept Bucky’s advances. Was she blind or something? And you weren’t just talking about her looks. Over the weeks, you also got to know about Bucky bit by bit. You learned about his family and Steve. About his hopes, his dreams, and you knew deep down he truly was a wonderful person. And because of that, you wanted the best for him and continued to offer your suggestions.

You gave him daises for new beginnings.

Lilacs for youth.

Lilies for admiration.

Carnations for devotion.  

The only flower Bucky had yet to get for this girl was roses. He told you he was waiting until he knew she would return his affection.

Each and every time, you sighed wistfully as Bucky left with his flowers, wishing you could be the one of the receiving end. Sure, you spent your entire day around flowers, but there was something so much more powerful about being gifted them by someone who cared about you.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that everything fell into place. Lunch on Thursday came and went without Bucky gracing your shop with his presence. You tried to mask your hurt by throwing yourself into work, but you still worried and hoped he was okay. Finally, as the day was coming to an end, you heard the jingle of bells.

“Sorry I’m late, doll.” Bucky’s voice called out. “I know you’re about to close, but I was hoping you could help me out.”

Knowing you couldn’t deny him, you nodded gently and waited for his request.

“I think I’m ready to finally get those red roses.” he explained, his confidence growing.

It was like the words pierced your heart. His mystery girl must finally be ready to accept Bucky’s affection – took her long enough. Wordlessly, you forced a smile and began to gather a few red roses to make a bouquet. As much as you wished you to keep your mouth shut, curiosity got the best of you.

“So, who’s the lucky girl you keep buying flowers for?” you finally asked, not sure if your heart could take the answer. In all the weeks Bucky had come to your shop, you avoided asking about this girl, but you just needed to know.

Bucky smiled bashfully, running a hand through his hair. “She’s something special. She’s incredibly beautiful and wickedly smart. She runs her own place and is always willing to go the extra mile to help people. But I don’t think she’ll go for a guy like me.” he explained, sighing rather dreamily.

“You really aren’t over her, are you?” you asked, heart aching at the thought of Bucky continually pining after this girl, and thinking you would never get your chance.

Bucky watched you for a moment, leaning against the counter. “Not even close.”

Ready for the exchange to be over with, you finished the bouquet and presented them to Bucky. “Here you are. On the house, since it seems like such a special day.” you declared.

Bucky took the flowers from your hands and looked at them with a smile before offering them back to you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Is there something wrong with them, Bucky? You don’t think she’ll like them?”

“They’re perfect.” he reassured. “I’m just giving these flowers to the girl who stole my heart.” he told you with a wicked grin.

A few moments passed as you processed his words. The reality of what Bucky said hit you, but you forced yourself to stay calm. No, he couldn’t be implying what you thought he was. Carefully you cradled the flowers and looked into Bucky’s eyes. “W-what about your mystery girl? All those flowers you bought her?” you asked, lost for words.

“Well, uh, you see, doll. It’s been you, it’s always been you. From the second time I came into your shop I wanted to ask you out, but I was too scared. So, I bought a flower instead, and was still to scared to give it to you. I thought each week I would finally have the courage, but it’s taken me until now to tell you.” he confessed, cheeks and ears-tinged pink.

Your mind thought back to all the flowers Bucky had bought from you. There truly was no mystery girl? It had been you all along? Your heart swelled at the thought and a dazzling grin broke out on your face. “Oh, Bucky. You didn’t have to go through all that trouble and buy all those flowers you never got to give.”

“Actually,” he chuckled as he placed a leather-bound journal on the counter in front of you. “I did save them to give to you. All meanings intentional.”

Setting the roses aside, you moved to grab the journal and carefully flipped through the pages. You let out a small gasp as you saw that each page contained the flowers you had sold Bucky perfectly pressed and preserved. It was like a beautiful collage of a bouquet, telling you exactly how Bucky felt.

“I asked my Ma how to press them until I could man up and give them to you.” he explained when you remained silent.

“They’re perfect.” you whispered, tears briming in your eyes. “I have to say, I was getting rather jealous of this girl you were giving all those flowers to.” you admitted.

“Hey, don’t cry, shop girl.” Bucky comforted, brushing the tears away with the pad of his thumb. “You’re the only one for me.” he said before leaning over your bouquet journal and sweetly kissed you.

Your tiny shop swelled with love and warmth even more, and you knew this was only the first of kisses and bouquets with the lovely man before you.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #rita writes

[foxy-eva]

Criminal Minds Writing Challenge

To celebrate the amazing milestone of 2k lovely people following my blog I decided to host another Criminal Minds Writing Challenge to give back some of the support I have been receiving in this fandom. I’m inviting anyone who wants to participate to write a oneshot or blurb inspired by one (or more) of the following prompts.

Rules:

Write a Criminal Minds oneshot/blurb inspired by one or more of the following prompts. Your story can be a reader insert or a character x character ship

Tag me in your story or message me the link until JUNE 30

Your story can be any genre and trope except for explicit mlm smut (just because I don't like reading that). Smut fics are only to be submitted by adults (18+)! 

Please include a summary, word count, relevant content warnings, the pairing and the prompt(s) you chose

I will read your story, make a masterlist of all the works and leave a comment on each of them to give back a little bit of the support I have been receiving. 

Fluff Prompts:

Mutual Pining: Person A finally confesses their feelings for B, who has wanted to do just the same for weeks

Meet Cute: Someone accidentally spills their coffee over a very attractive stranger

Established Relationship: The couple decides to expand their family

more prompts under the cut!

Smut Prompts:

Only One Bed: Someone has to unexpectedly share a hotel room with their favorite coworker - who apparently really likes to cuddle

Friends to Lovers: After a stressful week Person A finds a way to relax together with their friend B

Sharing a Kink: Person A realizes that they have something very interesting in common with Person B

Hurt/Comfort Prompts:

Nowhere else to go: Person A didn't know where else to go in a time of need, so they ring B's doorbell

Rotten Work: Person A thinks they are not worth being taken care of. Person B proves the opposite

Break the Stoic: Person A has never shown any weakness until they can't hold back their tears anymore. Person B is there to wipe them away

Angst Prompts:

Overcoming Trauma: Nobody said healing would be easy but they had no idea it would be this hard

Running out of Time: Person A needs to find B before it's too late

Exes with Feelings: Even though their love seemed to never be enough, Person A and B can't let go of each other

Tagging some writer friends: @imagining-in-the-margins @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff @fortheloveofwonderland @andiebeaword @aperrywilliams @samuel-de-champagne-problems @reidsbookclub @actually-safer-to-kiss @prentiss-theorem @virescent-v @tobias-hankel @thedancingcostumeyoungadult @gaelic-symphony @leftoverenvy @justiceforralvez @spencer-reids-adventures

#spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #emily prentiss #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds smut #aaron hotchner #tara lewis #luke alvez #derek morgan

[makeyoumine69]

2k Followers Celebration🪓🪓

I will never stop thanking all of you for your support and feedback! I love you so much, you're the best followers I could ever dream of! I'm going to do my best to improve and grow as a writer, and you're my biggest motivation!

So I decide to celebrate this milestone with another writing challenge, but this time I made an extended list of possible options.

Here are the rules:

Send me one or two kinks from the list below, add a pet name you like and a possible scenario concept you want me to write (if you have one), also you can mention if you want it to be an established relationship or not AND if you want it to be dub/non-con or consensual. I can write for Fem!/GN!Reader.

Please, enjoy! 🖤💗

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher smut #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale smut #christian bale x reader #patrick bateman reader #christian bale

[gejo333]

El Destino- Chapter Two

Miguel O’Hara x Spider-woman Reader fanfic

Ch. 1

Chapter two is finally here! I’m sorry it came out later than I promised. We’ve all suffered from writer’s block at times. Ideas for one-shots kept flooding my mind it was hard to focus. But I’m so happy it’s finished!

Apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Enjoy!💕

Wc: 2k

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“Welcome to Spider Society, Y/n.” The woman named Jess extended her hand out, helping you up.

“Um, thank you.”

“Hey, Jess! Who’s the new recruit?” Said a man walking over in a robe and slippers.

“Her name’s Y/n. But I’m not sure who brought her here.” Jess’s eyes narrowed, wary of your mysterious appearance.

“I-I met a man named Miguel; he opened the weird orange thing.” The man in the robe laughed as Jess continued to eye you suspiciously.

“Did he bring you here?” Asked Jess.

“Well, no, I walked in after him. He told me that I was a spider-woman? The past 24 hours have been really weird. I’m sorry if I did something wrong.”

“Were you bitten by a spider?” Asked the man.

“Yes. Last-” You paused your words when a familiar spider walked towards you.

“What is going on here? Why are you here?” Miguel’s eyes narrowed under his mask.

“You came out of nowhere. Told me I was superhuman and not the only one, as there are multiple universes. And then you just leave!”

“It’s too soon for you to be here. You don’t even know how to shoot your web.” Miguel argued. You walk towards him, glaring daggers at him. “Are you always like this?” The lenses in Miguel’s mask narrow, crossing his arms. Most people would run away if they ever picked a fight with him. But you were not having any of his bullshit.

“Like what?” His words dripped with anger.

“An asshole who does whatever he pleases, and no one will challenge him because they’re afraid of you.” Silence echoed throughout the halls as Spiders who were nearby stopped in fear of what Miguel would do to this newbie. Minutes pass by, and nothing is still said.

He suddenly moved, pressing buttons on his watch before a new orange portal emerged. You didn’t realize it the first time, but the portal was almost hypnotic if you stared at it for too long. It would blow anyone’s mind away; it was the bridge between worlds.

Miguel stood in front of the portal before reaching his hand out toward you. Before going, you give one last look at the world around you. A world filled with people who went through the same thing as you. There’s almost a sense of mental connection. Like you know who they are. It was a sense. Spider sense? You shook your head and smiled at the silly thought. A sigh left you as you hoped you could see this place again one day. Taking his hand, he leads you into the portal. Your stomach flipped as, in seconds, you were back in the alleyway. The only difference was it had gotten a lot darker. You check your phone to show that it is 10pm. You groan in frustration at how much time was wasted, and groceries lost as you see them scattered about and shredded by the rats.

Realizing you still held his hand, you remove it immediately from his. As you walk away, exhaustion creeps its way up your body. After turning the corner, you freeze and turn to look up at the man now on the side of a building. “If you’re going to follow me until I get home, it would be less creepy if you just walked next to me.”

Miguel jumped from the building, landing right next to you. Your gaze glanced towards him as he raised to his full height. Cheeks dusted pink as your gaze moves elsewhere.

A huff comes from you as the silence begins to bug you. “So what’s next for becoming Spiderwoman?”

“Work on controlling your powers.”

“Any tips to do that?” You look back at him. He was such a serious man. From what you could tell, he showed no emotion. Well, except for anger.

“You have to figure it out yourself.” You stop, which Miguel does a few feet ahead of you. He turned back, his eyes lenses shifting, confused by your sudden stop.

“Seriously?” You say.

“What?”

Your mouth agape, not believing his confusion.

“You can’t give me any advice?”

“No, every spider has to figure it out on their own. You have to as well. It’s the order in all things.” You begin to walk, now ahead of him.

“Ugh! I can’t stand you anymore.” You go through the front door to your apartment complex, and he still follows right next to you. You arrive at your door and bring out your keys. As you try to find the right one, you find them stuck to your hand. You groan in frustration as you try to shake them off your hand.

“Relax.” Miguel softly spoke.

“What?” The frustration is apparent on your face; he stands before you and gently takes your hand.

“Just relax your body. Think of something that will calm your mind.” Your gaze looks down toward your hand. You didn’t realize before how it engulfed your hand. You felt so small compared to him. His soft touch calmed you down as he lifted the keys from your hand.

“Is it this one?” He gestures towards a silver key. You only can nod as he helps unlock your door.

“You’re not ready yet. You need time to adjust to your new abilities. When that comes, you can join Spider Society.”

“I understand. But you flooded me with so much information. How can I go back to living my normal life? I know it won’t be completely normal.” You look up at him. If only you could see the face behind that mask. To really see what he is thinking.

“Though my visit to your world was unexpected, I should have kept my distance until the time was right.”

“Why didn’t you?” Your brows furrowed from his hesitation.

“I’m not sure myself.”

Your hands reach up, hoping to remove his mask, but he grabs your wrist mid-air.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“I want to see your face. It feels weird to talk to someone behind a mask. And it’s the least you can do for all the trouble you’ve caused me.” A small smile graced your lips after hearing him let out a deep chuckle. He lets go of your wrist as his mask suddenly disappears.

Dark brown eyes meet (e/c) as you trace over his face. His black hair smoothed back as a strand, or two rested on his forehead. You gaze down at his soft lips, quickly looking away from them to not raise suspicion. Seeing him now. You didn’t expect this. Not one bit.

You mentally shake your head from the nonsense thinking as you move to open your door. Turning around again, you gaze into his eyes. He still looked so serious under the mask. But his eyes. They held so much hidden emotion trapped behind a wall.

“Thank you for taking me home.”

“You’re welcome.” Silence falls as you begin to speak.

“I guess this is goodbye then.” You say.

“Yes. Maybe in time, our paths will cross again.”

“Maybe.” You give one last smile before slowly closing the door. You slide down against the door, your head resting against your knees. The pounding of your heartbeat echoed in your ears, your cheeks ablaze.

Why are you acting like this? You were acting like a helpless schoolgirl.

After a few moments, you get up and get ready for bed. Hitting the covers, your eyelids become heavy. All of today’s events finally catching up to you.

…

Morning sunlight wakes you from your sleep. Sitting up in bed, memories of yesterday come flooding your mind. It almost felt like a dream, but your new physical attributes reminded you it was real.

A piece of paper catches your eye as you quickly move out of bed towards your window. Opening it, you grab the paper.

I’m assuming your world has a Central Park. Meet me at Belvedere Castle in Sundown.

-Miguel

He must have come back when you were asleep. You decided since you were up, you would get ready for work.

Brushing your teeth, you faced the same situation as last night with your keys. But you remember what Miguel said. The brush suddenly dropped to the counter after you relaxed. You jump up and down with a little cheer, happy to have taken a step in controlling your abilities.

You head out the door, deciding to treat yourself to a coffee and sweet pastry on the way to work.

Arriving at work, you head towards the meeting room to hear the new stories and who should cover them.

“Another robbery? Anything else? We'll lose our audience if we keep doing just plain bank theft.” Said your editor-in-chief. As you take a seat, his gaze turns to you.

“Anything new to report, Y/n? Any good stories about where your brother works?” You sigh internally. Your boss always asked if you knew what was happening behind the curtain at Alchemex. Of course, you knew some small things. But you wouldn’t betray your brother like that, even if he can be annoying most of the time.

“Nothing new, sir. And though I am close with my brother, I don’t know much about what he works on.” You lied. You knew crazy experiments went on in there. One is an obvious spider that can give you powers.

“I see. Well, finish your final edits to that story on the mayor. Your soon-to-be sister-in-law is becoming a captain, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“See if she would be interested in a profile piece.”

“I’ll call her and ask.” The meeting continued for another hour and a half before you could go to your office.

You finished your edits with ease, as there weren’t too many left from your boss. You emailed him the final draft before calling Michelle.

“Hey girl, what up?” From the background noise, it looked like she was in her car.

“Hey! Did I catch you at a good time?”

“Yeah! Today’s been slow, which sucks. How’ve you been?”

“Same things. Just writing.” You hesitate before speaking. The urge to tell her what happened was knowing at the back of my head. But it wasn’t the right time. “Speaking of writing, my boss got word of your promotion to captain. He asked me if you would be interested in a profile piece?”

“I would be honored! A profile piece from one of the top writers at the Nueva York Times!”

“Awesome! How about you come early for dinner on Friday?”

“Sounds perfect! Oh, I forgot to ask last time. How did the date with Adam go?”

“It was nice. He asked to go out again on Saturday.”

“Omg! That’s amazing! Where is he taking you?!” Her voice went higher; excitement was evident in her tone. You rolled your eyes and smiled. She cared so much about your love life. With how much you spent working, you were grateful that she cared this much.

“Another dinner.”

“Maybe something more after?” You could hear her grin on the phone.

“Depends on how well it goes.” You hear someone talking to her on the other end.

“Well, I have to go. Something came up on the radio. But I’ll see you Friday, if not sooner!” The two of you say goodbye before hanging up.

You haven’t thought about Adam in a while. He was a sweet guy. Cute too. But you didn’t feel a connection with him. Not yet, at least. You’ve only been on two dates.

The day went by fast, as it was already two hours before sundown.

Arriving at your apartment, you shower and get ready in simple clothing. By the time you get on the subway and walk to Belvedere Castle, it is sundown. You sit on a bench waiting for Miguel. A moment later, you see a casual man walking towards you. Getting a closer look, you realize it was him.

You stand up and walk towards him, now only standing a foot away. Turning your head up, you smile as you look at him.

“I didn’t expect our paths to meet so soon?” A chuckle leaves your lips.

“I guess I had a change of heart.” A chuckle followed. You never thought such a serious man could smile.

“So what brings this little rendezvous?”

Miguel’s gaze leaves yours as a sigh leaves his lips before looking back at you.

“I’m going to teach you how to become spiderwoman.”

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Hope you enjoyed the chapter💕

#miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel x reader #jessica drew #peter b parker #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #fanfic #miguel o’hara fic #romance

[sstan-hoe]

— 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚 —

> Welcome to my Valentine's Day Event!!! I hope you all are ready...

> The event will last from the 13th February to the 20th February 2023 and get into the things let's state some things.

I will not write non-con, dd/lg, incest

the requests only apply to the characters I write for

rude asks will not be answered (for example prompt 48, aemond, thanks) won't do that

please respect if I don't do your request right away

I only write for female reader

☆ 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒/𝐵𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏 ☆

-> you can request a drabble/blurb from the following prompts (1) posted by @scealaiscoite, (2) posted by @novelbear, (3) posted by @tetsunova and (4) also by @novelbear or think about something on your own!

-> the only thing it has to be is, that is must be related to Valentine's Day

-> you can request any au with any character! (given that as of now I can't say what I won't write I can only say it when I get the ask)

–> everything from angst to fluff to smut to dark is possible!

=> the drabbles/blurbs can be requested starting as of today (6th February 2023) and will be posted next week (beginning 13th February 2023)

=> every drabble can be found under #veevalentine 💞 or in a little list which I will post at the end if the two weeks

♡ 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒 ♡

you want to be creative yourself? Then be a part of my writers challenge!!! Let's see what you gotta do...

‐> you have to write for aemond/daemon targaryen, kylo ren or any of sebastian stan or chris evans characters

-> choose a random prompt with this generator or a prompt from the request section and the theme is Valentine's Day (helpful wheels however they won't include every seb and chris characters)

seb and chris characters

diverse kinks

‐> you have to fill out this form (specific things will be listed), that way I can put you on a list and can oversee who is partaking (please fill out after choosing a prompt) — must be filled out until the 12th Februar to partake

-> you do not have to write fics with 2k or more words, a drabble is enough don't worry!

‐> tag me and use the tag #veevalentinechallenge 💞

*everything must be posted until 20th February 2023

mutuals who might be interested: @buckycuddlebuddy @bucky-barnes-diaries @georgiapeach30513 @xcaptain-winterx @foreverenchantingchrisevans

#veevalentinechallenge 💞 #veevalentine 💞 #andy barber x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve kemp x reader #ari levinson x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #steve rogers x reader #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler smut #lloyd hansen smut #andy barber smut #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut #ari levinson smut #steve kemp smut #aemond targaryen smut #daemon targaryen smut #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren smut

[underacalicosky]

✨✨✨✨🫱Care to share🫲✨✨✨✨

The message was sent to you because someone loved your writing and stories. ❤️

▪️What are your writing suggestions for newcomers, or what would you have liked to know when you first started?

▪️How do you write different personalities and perspectives? Could you explain how you came up with the manner you written your favorite or any character?

▪️What do you do when you have writer's block?

▪️How do you come up with new ideas and develop them?

▪️Any messages for your readers or fellow writers?

You are welcome to answer if you have the time and desire, or you can simply respond to the questions that come to mind.

💐Thank you for your work as a writer and as a member of this fandom!💐

I'm blushing, anon. Thank you for sending this to me. ❤️ I can't tell you how thrilled I am to hear that you enjoy my fics! I'm not sure I'm qualified to answer these questions, but I'll give it a go and ramble on for too long, just like I do when I say I’m writing a 2k ficlet and it becomes 20k and four chapters…

▪️What are your writing suggestions for newcomers, or what would you have liked to know when you first started?

Oh gosh, it's been said before, but write for yourself. Write a story that you would want to read and that makes you happy. I try to not focus on things like how many hits or kudos I get because that's outside of my control. What's within my control is having fun and knowing that every writer has something unique to offer. There's so many authors who I admire and they each bring something different to the fandom.

It brings me a lot of joy when I hear that someone enjoyed my fic. I love getting kudos, comments, and messages because it means that my fic connected with someone and that's an AMAZING feeling. It inspires me to continue writing. But, especially when I first started, it can't be my ONLY motivation. The creative process itself of taking an idea and turning it into something tangible and real is incredibly rewarding and that feeling has to be present for me.

Also, don't be afraid. Sometimes I worry that an idea is too silly, I haven't executed it well, my writing style is too simplistic, I don't have a complex enough plot, etc. It's okay to feel that way. It means there's room to grow as a writer. And at the same time, it's equally okay to NOT take yourself too seriously and choose NOT to challenge yourself if you don't feel like it and just have fun.

▪️How do you write different personalities and perspectives? Could you explain how you came up with the manner you written your favorite or any character?

I don't have a set method for deciding whether to switch between two POVs or sticking with one POV. It's sort of a "this feels right to me" kind of thing. Sometimes with Obikin the miscommunication gets heightened in a fun way with limited POV.

For characterization, I try to maintain certain elements of their personalities, behaviors, mannerisms, and dynamic in every universe to make them recognizable as these characters to a reader, while also playing with how their backstories and experiences in that universe give a different flavor to those elements. I write Obikin to give them a happy ending (and if I do it enough times, it’ll change the end of ROTS jk jk), so with each fic, my goal is to get them there by pushing them to be just a bit more open and honest and forgiving with each other.

▪️What do you do when you have writer's block?

This just happened to me yesterday lol. I usually work on something else. If I get stuck, it's because I need more time to think about what I need to write. I don't have a lot of time to write and I'm also a slow writer, so I like to be as efficient as possible. If something isn't working, I switch gears pretty quickly (which could be working on another WIP or refining, editing, tightening dialogue in a scene I've already written) so that I feel like I'm still being productive.

▪️How do you come up with new ideas and develop them?

These days, almost anything and everything makes me think of Obikin. So I have plenty of ideas and I'm grateful that there are some lovely people in our fandom who brainstorm these ideas with me! If I keep obsessing about an idea and the details become more elaborate, then I test it out by writing some of it. Sometimes as I'm writing and thinking more about it, I'll get that "okay, this is working" feeling. But there's plenty of times when I'm 2k in and it's a bit of a struggle to get the interactions and dialogue to feel right, and even after letting it marinate for a couple weeks, it's just not happening.

▪️Any messages for your readers or fellow writers?

Thank you for being a wonderful and welcoming fandom! I have fandom friends and that makes me so happy ❤️🥹 Thank you to anyone who's taken the time to read my fics. It means the world to me. 🫂

Thank you to the incredibly talented writers and artists, and everyone who likes, reblogs, and leaves kudos and comments. This ship keeps growing and getting hornier because of your work, enthusiasm, and incessant voting whenever there's a best ship poll.

And if you're a lurker or shy, don't be afraid to come say hi or leave an anon message! We're friendly and we don't bite. Okay, maybe some of us bite, just a little, mostly in omegaverse, but they're love bites.

#thanks for the ask! #thanks anon! #fandom friends

[fluffyprettykitty]

hello and thank you for all for everything and making this possible! cannot believe I am actually doing this!

this is a mashup celebration of me hitting 2k followers and celebrating a full year of writing on Tumblr! without any further ado...

For the challenge, you will be combining a couple of points to create a prompt. Any character you like. We are here to create magic and fuel creativity.

All Marvel Characters/All DC Characters/All Star Wars/any movie characters played by our favorite actors.

All kinds of content (angst/fluff/crack/smut/dark) are allowed. If you wanna make sure check in with me first.

The challenge will be running till the first days of may, just in case I wanna come up with a summer challenge but all late entries will be accepted.

Rules:

Readers will all be over 21 and tagged accordingly to what they represent.

Hard nos are incest, pedophilia, necrophilia, underage characters in situations they clearly shouldn't be, water sports, scat play, foot fetish, and grooming. Anything else is pretty much go.

You don't have to be following me! This is an open challenge/calling to all writers. As long as you are 18+. NO MINORS.

Just send me an ask letting me know what you would like to do and which character. Mutuals can dm also! Just to keep a track of things and don't miss anything.

There is no word limit at all. Remember to use a readmore option on your works if is over 350 words! Please be mindful of others!

Tag me in your fic or use the hashtag #selenes writing challenge. A masterlist of all works will be created shortly.

For any inquiries please shoot me an ask!

Prompts:

{I based this challenge on an old sleepover I had for myself. What you chose to do with the scenario you chose is up to you and you alone. Any genre or multiple, anything that will make your writing juices flow.)

Combine from the lists or only choose one thing. Just use one from each list. You could also add an au if you would like.

One of the seven deadly sins.

{pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth.}

One color.

{ yellow, white, black, red, purple, pink, orange, green, gray, blue, brown. or any other kind of specific color you might like.}

One song.

{any song, any language, I would love to hear it.}

One or two or several characters.

{Characters are not limited, you can choose any form you prefer: character x reader, character x OC, and multiple pairings are encouraged!}

One adjective to describe your reader/oc.

{Any adjective. Courageous, feisty, insane, melancholic. Any you like.}

No pressure tagging: @alohastyles-x, @silver-pieces, @stargirlfics, @chelleztjs18, @inklore, @bvckysmoon , @that-sarcastic-writer , @wint3r-h3art , @galatially , @writing-for-marvel , @psychedelic-ink , @targaryenvampireslayer , @flordeamatista, @allaboardthereadingrailroad, @sidepartskinnyjeans, @late-to-the-party-81, @mercurial-make-em-ups, @rae-gar-targaryen, @saradika, @e-dubbc11, @moonlight-prose, @obiknights, @starlady66, @nekoannie-chan,

#selenes writing challenge #writing challenge #writing #marvel x reader #dc x reader #star wars x reader #fanfiction #challenge

[missmeinyourbones]

bubby!!! congratulations again on 2k 🥳 i mean it wholeheartedly when i say you’re one of the best writers on this site and all of us are honoured to read all that your genius brain and tender heart and beautiful soul have created <3

for your event, i’m trying my luck with no. 40 with either levi or armin! :*)

thank you for feeding us always (& for being my fren 🥺 what would i do without u) <3

40. LET ME KEEP YOU COMPANY (levi ackerman x reader)

for L’s lover event! based on these prompts

Levi isn’t quite used to sharing his space.

A man of solitude, he admires time by oneself. His favorite place of escape being his office—his own personal hideaway, where he can be alone with his thoughts and responsibilities. No distractions. 

It wasn’t until you came into his life that Levi truly began to understand the appeal of being comfortable around someone. It seemed overrated to him, at first—he didn't need anyone other than himself, he was sure of it. 

But over time, he’d find himself missing your presence. Your sneaky footsteps peeking over his shoulder while he’s chopping up vegetables for dinner. The clicking sound of typing from your laptop while he sunbathes on the porch. The way he can sit in silence with you, each of you doing your own thing, but still with one another—still together. 

But, being the stubborn grump he is, he can’t just let you know that. Can’t outright admit that he likes having you around him, regardless of the situation. So naturally, he plays hard to get.

Like right now, as he sits in a leather swivel chair at the desk of his computer, reading over some stupid work assignment he’d been putting off for a few weeks now.

“What’re you up to?” you appear in the doorway, your saccharine voice echoes throughout the confines of his office. 

You mean well, truly, but Levi musters up every fiber of his strength to clear his mind and recognize your voice for what it is—a distraction. 

“M’busy,” he grumbles, attention still hyper focused on the paperwork laid out in front of him. You watch his eyes quickly skim over the page, gliding line by line. You wonder if he can actually read that fast, or if he’s just showing off. 

You choose to further press his buttons, “With what, exactly?” 

“Work.”

Without looking up from his desk, he hears you stifle a sigh of exasperation. He can imagine the look on your face and fights off a grin at the mental image of it—you, lips dramatically pouted, nose crinkled in distaste, a quiet mumble of no fun leaving your throat as you sulk towards the vintage arm chair in the corner of the room. 

“Let me keep you company,” you whine, voice deflated yet still somehow persistent. 

Levi lifts a hand to take a tiny sip from his mug, before his eyes flicker to you for just a moment. You swear you can see his gears turning as you try not to get too excited at his potential approval of letting you hang around his office with him. 

However, your excitement is short lived when his eyes sink back down towards the papers before him. 

“Pass.”

You don’t stop yourself from groaning out now. “Oh, come on,” you press, dragging the last syllable out like a complaining child, “You won’t even know I’m here.”

Levi scowls at you, eyes small with cynicism as he weighs your intentions. His eyebrows raise, a silent challenge for you to behave if he agrees. Reading his mind, you eagerly nod your head and hold up your hands, feigning innocence and good-will. 

“Fine, sit and be quiet,” he mutters, before scribbling something down on a notepad. 

You silently celebrate, a grin beaming across your face paired with shuffling feet carrying you over to the armchair. It doesn't take long (at all) to make yourself comfortable where you sit, grabbing a book from Levi’s shelf and keeping yourself busy with reading. 

After a few moments of silence, Levi slowly flicks his eyes over to where you sit. He doesn't move his head—in fear that you’ll catch his stare—as he admires your focused stance. 

He silently watches you. Your facial expressions as you read your book—how your nose crinkles at something you don’t quite understand, how your eyes widen and flicker at elements of surprise and unexpected turns in plot. He watches how your finger delicately fumbles with the edges of the page, turning it daintily without removing your eyes from the words spilling over onto the next page. He watches your feet sway back and forth, rubbing up against your calves with sock-covered heels.

He finds his thoughts drifting off about your skin as he quietly admires you—how it feels beneath his palms and fingertips in moments only the two of you can share. How you wiggle and squirm when he ghosts his knuckles over the sensitive areas of your sides and neck. How soft you are in his hold, like silk beneath leather as he caresses you with intent. To have you in his hands, to keep you around for as long as he can—as long as you’re willing to deal with his shitty answers and hard-to-get facade.

You look up from your read, fully expecting to see him completely engrossed in his work, but he’s not. He’s staring at you, gaze unfaltering as you swear you see a tiny hint of pink dance around his under-eyes and nose. 

“See?” your voice brings him out of his daydream. He blinks a few times, eyes glazed over as they refocus on you in the corner of his office, goofy smile and irises practically gleaming with mischief. 

“Isn’t working so much more fun with my company?” you tease him, having caught his glances red-handed. 

He grunts a bit, cheeks slightly pink, before turning his attention back to the now much more boring workload in front of him. 

“The jury’s still out on that one,” he weakly grumbles. 

A distraction, he reminds himself. His distraction. 

NOTE: my dearest yuna, i teared up at ur lil message...u are truly the sweetest thing i’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing <3 i would be ur friend in every lifetime <3 i hope u enjoy this lil levi moment. he is so stinky and annoying

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi fic #levi ackerman fic #levi drabble #levi ackerman drabble #levi blurb #levi ackerman blurb #levi fluff #levi ackerman fluff #aot #aot x reader #aot writing #L's LOVER event!

[eoieopda]

[2k drabblepalooza] — CLOSED AS OF 4/14/23

this is belated because i wanted to hammer out some wips first, but now i have writer’s block, so the time has come for….

⭐️ a lil milestone event ⭐️

it’s been almost five months (to the day!) since i started this blog, and y’all have truly been a saving grace at a sad/bad/weird time of my life. in celebration of, well, you, i’m going to be re-opening my requests ❗️solely for this purpose❗️

unlike my 1k drabblepalooza, this event isn’t centered around songs that you submit. this time, i am giving myself the challenge of wrecking your bias 👀

so, what does that mean for you? great question — thanks for asking!

on or off anon, give me: the bts member you tend to see/read the fewest fics about + your favorite fanfic trope* examples include: only one bed, forced proximity, fake dating, cuddling for warmth, etc.

rules & limitations

your request must follow the theme ☝🏻

member x reader only — sorry!

unless i’m told otherwise, i tend to write gn!reader. please specify a preference if you have one.

i’m willing to do most tropes; however, i reserve the right to pass on something if i’m not interested in it, don’t feel qualified to write it, can’t make it work in drabble format, or if i’ve already done that trope with that member too many times.

you can absolutely include details about the scenario you have in mind! if not, i’ll just wing it, lol.

unless i’m told otherwise, requests will not include smut.

my blog is 18+ as is, but if your request involves smut, you absolutely must 1) request off anon, or 2) PM me so i can verify that you are indeed old enough to ride this ride!

i will get to these requests as i have time & brain juice. please, please, please do not ask if i got it, if i’m done yet, when xyz will be posted. that’s a major turn off 🙅🏻‍♀️

i do not write: a/b/o, sex pollen (because i don’t fully understand it tbh,) hybrid, fantasy, anything non-con or involving minors.

there’s currently no deadline for submissions, but i will eventually become overwhelmed and close my requests again. you’ll know when i do!

❗️please read this before submitting ❗️

my requests are only open for purposes of this event. please don’t just submit whatever it is you want. i will be deleting requests that do not follow the theme & rules! the point of this challenge is to deal with what i think is a weeeeee bit of over-saturation. i want bangtan on equal-footing as far as content goes, so i will be mindful of that as i choose requests to fill.

phew! 😮‍💨 okay. now that that’s all sorted….

thank you! i love you! happy hunger games, sweet beans! 💕

#jade’s requests #jade’s drabbles #2k drabblepalooza #hi welcome to chilis

[doasyoudesireandlive]

Masterlist

Hi there! Thank you for checking out my masterlist!

I'm new in the game as a writer but I think its fun so here we are!

->This is a 18+ blog, I post adult content.

-> I write insert fics with marvel characters and various Sebastian Stan characters.

-> Wanna join my taglist? Just let me know ❤

-> do you have a request? Send it my way! No guarantee, but if I like the idea (and think I'm able to do it justice) I'll have a go at it!

Hope you enjoy my work! Feedback is always appreciated!

Sebastian Stan characters

Gardener!Bucky:

series 3/3

To the girl who outshines the beauty of a rose part 1

Summary: you go to the park and meet a handsome gardener.

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff!

Just like Alice in Wonderland part 2

Summary: Bucky ask you out.

Warnings: fluff, if thats a warning.

I'll stay forever part 3

Summary: Things gets hot and heavy after the door slams shut behind you. (also my first smut ever so...)

Warnings: an attempt at smut lol, p in v, cunnilingus, kissing, possessiveness, creampie, im in deep waters here.

Steve Kemp:

Those kind blue eyes oneshot

Summary: are you able to escape?

Warnings:  DARK, kidnapping, chasing, threats, dark!Steve kemp, dark!surprise character, AU, this might be rather creepy so stay the fuck out if thats not your jam!!!  ALSO THIS IS 18+

Neighbour!Bucky:

Tiny white Matchmaker oneshot

Summary: your very handsome neighbour, Mr. Barnes, comes knocking on your door looking for his cat.

Warnings: fluff, kissing, decription of sexual activity.

Hearts beating as one - Roommate!Bucky x reader

Summary: cuddles and a movie with your cute roommate.

Warnings: fluff, petnames, dumb humour

Word count: 900ish

Nick Fowler:

Just how good were you this year? written as a secret santa gift for the tis the season to be thot-y challenge

Pairing: best friend!Nick Fowler x reader (friends to lovers AU)

Summary: your bestfriend Nick wants you to pretend to be his girlfriend. But can you play your part?

Warnings: nicknames, friends to lovers, fluff, kissing, suggestive language, smut, thigh riding, dirty talk if you squint, praising, light choking, sexual activities in public.

Word count: 1,9k

You'll find me in the forest Bucky barnes x reader

warnings: none

Stucky and Stucky x reader:

My BFF's - series 3/? parts the beautiful moodboard is made by @late-to-the-party-81! Thank you for the inspiration!

Hold me please? part 1/?

College!AU, friends to lovers

Summary: you are sick and supposed to go out with your best friends.

Warnings: fluff, flirty!Steve, flirty!Bucky, kissing,sickness, talk of being drunk, pining.

word count: 1304

Falling for you like the leaves do (also a part of the same AU as "hold me please" but can be read as a stand alone fic. part 2/? of that AU)

Summary: the thermostat in you flat is dead. Will the boys come to your rescue?

Warnings: fluff, cuddling,intoxication, pining, friends to lovers, flirting, they are all idiots in love, shirtless boys.

Word count: 924

Truth or dare? part 3/?

Summary: Steve and Bucky are hosting a party. What happens during truth or dare, stays in truth or dare... or does it?

Warnings: an attempt at SMUT, intoxication, fluff, mentions of alcohol, nudeness, kissing/making out, cunnilingus, choking, biting, slight dirty talk (if you squint), petnames (doll, baby, blossom), mutual masturbation, they are idiots in love.

Word count: 2k

Just between us prequel - Stucky

Summary: Steve and Bucky had always been close, and after a night out they grow even closer. (This is BFF!Stucky before meeting reader)

Warnings: fluff, intoxication (they’ve been drinking), hangovers, kissing, kinda friends with benefits, they are best friends, slight confusion.

Word count: 1k

Landscaper!Steve and machine operator!Bucky

Saved one shot (for now, might return to this one)

Pairing: landscaper!Steve x reader, machine operator!Bucky x reader, stucky x reader - alternative universe

Summary: Your tractor breaks down and you're stuck. Will anyone come to your rescue?

Warnings: fluff, teasing, banter, polyamory (kinda?), threesome, fingering, kissing, frotting, cunnilingus, petnames, slight dom/sub vibes, careful choking, smut.

Word count: around 2k.

Their girl Stucky x reader

Summary: What did you do to make them look at you like that?

Warnings: John Walker being a piece of shit, reader is a badass, drunken behaviour, kissing, mild violence (stamping, hitting, reader is NOT the one getting hurt), insults and foul language, implied smut, Steve and Bucky are cuties.

Word count: 770ish

A battle between darkness and light Stucky

Summary: Bucky fights his demons

Warnings: kinda angsty but happy ending.

word count: 200ish

Matthew Murdock/Daredevil

Was it all a fucking dream?

daredevil x reader, identity porn. A kinktober fic.

Summary: you wake up to a bloody figure laying on your livingroom carpet. Whats the price for helping him?

Warnings: an attempt at smut, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, identity porn, kissing, pinning/restraining, cunnilingus.

Steve Rogers

Found endgame!Steve Rogers x endgame!Natasha Romanoff

Summary: after five years of feeling lost, Natasha wants to be found.

Warnings: angst, fluff, possessiveness, sad Nat, supportive Steve, happy ending.

Word count: 450ish

Thor Odinson

Min skatt - Thor Odinson x reader

Summary: your first meeting with Thor.

Warnings: intoxication, fluff, kissing, Amanda is a bad friend, possessiveness,pet names, kinda meet-cute?

Beg boxer!Thor x reader

Summary: You help boxer!Thor expend the rest of his energy after his practise.

Warnings: nicknames, kissing, teasing, slapping, d/s mood kinda?, thor has no idea what he just got himself into.

#Tonje writes #masterlist #Stucky x reader #Stucky #Bucky Barnes x reader #Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Kemp x reader #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #nick fowler x reader #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes x reader #Thor Odinson x reader #Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers

[jusalilweird]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Tagged by @silverinerivers! I am also procrastinating 🤝

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 270! I used to be very prolific in high school, but I've slowed down since college XD

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 910,686

3. What fandoms do you write for? Tower of God, and MCYT, mainly Hermitcraft and hermit-adjacent series (Life Series, Evo, MCC, anything where a hermit may be featured)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? The two fandoms I write for have a pretty huge fandom size difference (based on fics alone, Hermitcraft has about 4x the amount of ToG's), so the kudos difference is very drastic. Also, since I've been writing ToG for quite some time now, my most kudosed ToG fics are just the first ones I've written, since they've been around the longest. So I'll just post my most kudosed Hermitcraft fic, and my two most kudosed ToG fics, one for pre-anime and post-anime (due to the fandom explosion in between)

lightning often strikes twice - ToG, 2k, rated G, Eduan and Khun interacting in the data world

Mornings - ToG, 800 words, rated G KhunBam sleepy morning cuddles

and the wind will remake all that time has worn away - Hermitcraft, 13k, rated T, a fic featuring a bunch of hermits curious about Grian's new wings

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do my best! I like interacting with readers :D

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ooo, hmm... *filters my fics by Angst tag* *67 fics appear* Uh. Thus Kindly I Scatter is one of my first angst fics ever, and evidently it's hurt a lot of people XD. But I'll go with Ache, the first fic for one of my month challenges. That one was fun to write :D

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I haven't written many multichaps, so I don't really have one that builds up to a happy ending. But Memory Lane is a nice fluffy one ^^

8. Do you get hate on fic? Not really, I think most of my comments have been pretty chill. And I'm not too active on social media, so I don't really pay attention if anything's been said there.

9. Do you write smut? Best part of turning 18.

10. Do you write crossovers? Not really, unless you count stuff from different MCYT series. I think it can be a big vague on what constitutes a crossover, because ccs can be part of different series

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of, and I hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! It's always an honor when someone wants to translate/podfic/create other derivative works off my own <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! Kings and Prophets as a raffle gift fic for a fandom event. It was very fun to write (and ended up about 9x the original predicted length). Still one of my favorite fics <3

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? KhunBam, what else XD Started with them, still hung up on them

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t? Last I checked (a few years ago), I had 136k words worth of WIPs in my graveyard, and it's only grown since. I did have this one Gods AU KhunBam fic called Post-Immortem that I remember planning extensively, but unfortunately, I only got a few chapters in before I got bored XD. Multichaps tend to be difficult for me.

16. What are your writing strengths? I really like worldbuilding! Fantasy has always been my favorite genre, so I love writing AUs. I think I'm also decent at writing action scenes (Doing martial arts for most of my life has helped, I think)

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Characterization can take me a while to get, and also I'm not very good with writing multichaps. Long plot buildups aren't really my thing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've never done it extensively for a long fic, but I've done it in a few oneshots. I have some knowledge of Spanish from school, and I can speak Mandarin, but my writing is ehhhhh. I think it's fun!

19. First fandom you wrote for? Tower of God, whoo! And it hasn't changed XD

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Oh hmmmmm, Like Seeds Scattered Across the Sky probably (beloved fae fic :3), but Dear Fellow Traveler is pretty close as well, although that one isn't finished yet. It's taken me a long time to finish, but if all goes to plan, it'll be done by the end of the month ^^

#thena talks

[spnsabrielbang2023]

SPN Sabriel Bang 2023 Rules

Full version of the rules under the cut! The schedule and FAQ are located under our announcements tag and linked in our bio.

Tag list: @captainkatya, @mangakasheart, @meep-the-froggy, @hobbyistauthor, @gay-destiel, @bearboyboy, @ravensandstarsss, @tappedthedavidsassonce, @key--lime--pie, @leatafandom, @goldensilvan, @bakh-meliorism, @dustghoul, @i-love-you-but-in-spanish, @ladyknightskye

What is the SPN Sabriel Bang?

The SPN Sabriel Bang is a fanworks event focused on celebrating and exploring the relationship between the characters Sam Winchester and the archangel Gabriel from the TV show Supernatural! Writers and artists will work together to create completely new stories and illustrations, which will be shared on our Tumblr and ao3 accounts.

All important dates can be found on the schedule, here.

Sign-up forms coming soon!

Who's Running This Thing?

There are currently three admins running the bang.

Cat (she/her). Contact her at: archangelsammy.tumblr.com, [email protected].

Kaira (she/her, they/them, it/its). Contact at pirate-captain-kaira.tumblr.com(DMs and asks open), [email protected]. 

Mara (she/her). Contact her at: andreigoncharov.tumblr.com.

Contact Us!

You can contact any of the mods at the locations given above, and you can contact the SPN sabriel bang accounts by dropping us an ask or sending an email to [email protected]. After you’ve signed up, you can also contact us through our Discord server!

Our accounts:

Tumblr: spnsabrielbang.tumblr.com

Email: [email protected]

Rules & Requirements

All fics and art submitted must be new - meaning no part of them has been published previously.

All works must be created by the participants of the challenge - they cannot be commissioned or created by a third party.

Authors cannot reveal any details about their work before the claims are complete, except to their beta readers. If a beta reader is also an artist, they may not volunteer to beta a fic created for this bang until after art claims are completed.

There will be three to five check-ins conducted through email and/or forms throughout the course of this bang. In order for the event admin to make sure everything is running smoothly and that everyone gets their fanworks completed in time, these are all mandatory.

Required warnings: Rape/Noncon, Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Implied/referenced CSA (based on the Archive Warnings from Ao3). All background ships and characters should also be tagged for. Beyond this, we don’t have any required warnings, but please do your best to tag any you can think of!

Plagiarism is a serious crime. You will be removed from the bang semi-permanently if we find you to be plagiarising someone else's work.

Make sure to keep copies of your work! This isn't really a rule, but it's a good policy to keep backups of all your works in case of malfunctions.

The rules might be subject to change. Any changes to the rules will be announced via Email, Tumblr, and in our Discord server.

Minibang/Bigbang

This challenge has two tracks that specify the minimum requirements for authors and artists.

Mini Bang:

Authors: 2k minimum word count.

Artists: 1 complete artwork minimum.

Big Bang:

Authors: 12k minimum word count.

Artists: 2 complete artworks minimum.

You will not be required to choose your track when signing up! 

Fics will be categorised at the second check-in, just before art claims. More details about the check-ins can be found at our schedule.

Artists can claim fics from either category, then provide the amount of art accordingly.

Authors and Fics

See the FAQ section for more information. If your question isn’t answered, feel free to drop us an ask!

Authors can only submit one work per author; if you plan to co-submit, co-authored works must be the only work either of you submit.

If you are writing with a partner, each one of you will have to submit the sign-up form separately and provide your co-author’s pseudonym; if you at any point after signing up wish to co-author with someone, email the mods at [email protected] before the second writer check-in. Co-authoring requests will not be accepted after art claims!

Any interpretation of Sam and Gabriel is fine - platonic, queerplatonic, romantic, or something in between - but your fic must focus on them the vast majority of the time. Background characters and relationships are fine in moderation, but be warned that your fic may not be accepted if it's not focused on Sam and Gabriel.

Beta readers are not required, but we strongly recommend them. If you don't already have one (or if your regular beta is unavailable), we have beta readers available through the bang!

Our beta masterlist will be made available to you when you sign up, and there’s a channel in the discord server where you can request a beta read if you’re not comfortable reaching out privately or if you only need help with a small part of your fic. Please be aware that full disclosure of ships and topics will be required, and as such artists cannot beta-read for the bang until after art claims are finished.

All ratings are allowed, as well as any background characters and pairings! However, we do ask that you use tags and  warnings responsibly. Rape/Noncon, Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, and Implied/referenced CSA are our required tags (based on the Archive Warnings from Ao3). All background ships and characters should also be tagged for.

Beyond this, we don’t have any required warnings, but please do your best to tag any you can think of!

Artists and Art

About halfway through the course of this event, artists may claim one or more fics to draw for during the second and/or first rounds of art claims.

Artists can claim more than one fic, but will be required to adhere to the deadlines with all of their fic claims. Please don't overextend yourself here! Only take on what you can handle.

Your artworks (one piece min. for the minibang, two pieces for the bigbang) should all be inspired by your claimed fic - e.g. illustrating chosen scenes.

They should also be centered on Sam and Gabriel! If you want to do a group shot, that’s fine, but this is a Sabriel bang; at the very least they should be prominent in your artwork.

Digital art, traditional art, and photo edits are all allowed for the minibang and bigbang requirements, so long as there's some measure of work put into it. If it’s work you would gladly put your name on, you should be okay.

Additional goodies such as icons, podfics, mixtapes etc. are welcome, but won't count towards the minimum art requirements.

Beta Reading

Beta sign-ups are a semi-official part of the challenge, aimed to help the authors find betas for their fics. Authors are not obliged to choose a beta from the list, which means it’s probable that not every person on the list will be asked to beta read. Authors are responsible for contacting betas and providing them with drafts.

The list of betas and appropriate information will be made directly available to all authors.

Every beta reader has the right to refuse to work on a certain piece for any reason.

Betas can opt out of the list at any time. To do so, just send us an ask, email us at [email protected], or contact one of the event admin directly!

If you are co-registered as an artist, you won’t be able to volunteer to beta-read for the bang until after art claims are conducted.

We will not engage in resolving any issues between authors and betas.

What Can't You Submit?

We will welcome most content and topics. However, we do have a few restrictions. You may not submit:

- Interactive stories, such as “you based” fics (this includes “x reader” type of fics).

- Sexual or romantic content involving a minor under 16.

- Romantic and/or sexual relationships between a minor and an adult and depictions of child sexual abuse. 

We allow referenced/implied child sexual abuse with the required warning. CSA is an incredibly heavy topic, so proceed with caution writing it; please do not describe this topic in a way similar to sexual scenes between adults. This is a required warning. You may be removed from the bang if you do not warn for Implied/referenced CSA.

- We do allow abuse in order to avoid unnecessary censorship, but this is also a heavy and triggering topic, so if you decide to write something depicting abuse, please be cautious about how you portray it. This is a required warning. You may be removed from the bang if you do not warn for this.

Underaged Participants

Participants under 18 may not write M or E rated fics, make art for M or E rated fics, OR beta read M or E rated fics. If a minor is found circumventing this rule, they will be semi-permanently removed from the bang.

Authors: If you should turn 18 before writer sign-ups close, you can let a mod know and we’ll adjust your sign-up status. You can then submit a rated E or M fic if you so choose.

Artists: If you should turn 18 before artist registration closes, you can let a mod know and you would be allowed to claim a rated E or M fic during claims.

Beta Readers: We can update your information on the beta list at any point during the process to note your age and availability, but until you turn 18 you can only be listed as available to beta-read a G or T-rated fic.

Announcements and Emails

We’ll keep participants updated via email throughout the bang, so you’ll need to keep up with those! They’ll have all the important information re: deadlines, any changes in the rules, and how to navigate the resources we're providing. If you sign up, we recommend adding [email protected] to your contacts so your emails don't go missing.

Having a Tumblr account is not essential but will be helpful; we’ll put all of our public announcements on our Tumblr page.

We also have a Discord server for all participants! Joining is not obligatory, but definitely encouraged. You might find it helpful as a source of motivation or information, and that's where you'll get answers to your questions the quickest. Your confirmation email will include an invite to the server after you sign up.

Once you sign up, you’ll receive a confirmation email within a few days. If you don't receive a confirmation within a week, email us at [email protected].

By signing up for the bang, you agree to receive challenge-related emails from the event admins  (such as confirmations, reminders about upcoming dates, and other vital information) and to follow the rules at all times.

#announcements #admin kaira #admin note* #spnsabrielbang #spnsabrielbang2023 #spn #supernatural #sabriel #spn sabriel #sabriel spn #sam winchester #gabriel spn #spn gabriel #gabriel supernatural #supernatural gabriel

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Lifesaver

June Drabbles 2022 Day 10 - Skating 

A/N:  I have been wanting to challenge myself to write a drabble a day for a whole month for quite some time now, and I finally decided to just go for it. The goal is to fill every prompt on this list by @creativepromptsforwriting with a short one shot (500 - 2k words) by the end of June. Can I do it? I do not know. But let’s find out! - Um... no one even look at me, okay? I have no idea where this came from and I am straight up terrified to release it into the wild so... lemme just rip off the band-aid. 

Word Count: 2,240

Warnings: none. just soft curls and warm eyes. 

Summary: Your well of inspiration has been running a little low, and when that happens you head to the beach to people watch, hoping that will spark some creativity. But this time as you stroll through the sand, you get more than you bargained for. 

Looking forward to seeing the new chapters. Hopefully soon. 

The last two lines of your agent’s email echoed through your head with all the subtlety of a gong. Are you, Laurie? Frowning, you kicked at the sand you were walking on, watching as the grains sprayed out ahead of you. They landed back on the beach, disappearing again into the sea of specks as though you’d never displaced them. You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with clear, salty air before you released it in a frustrated sigh. Well that makes two of us. 

The truth was that you hadn’t turned your new chapters in yet because they had yet to be written. Though you had the entire novel planned and outlined before you had even begun to write it - including the twist, the big reveal and what you considered your best ending to date - you’d been unable to make a dent in chapters nine through twelve. Up to that point you had been on a real tear, sometimes writing more than five thousand words in a day and staying up well into the night, fighting the weight of your eyelids as you willed your fingers to move more quickly over the keyboard. But just as things had really gotten cooking plot-wise, and just as you felt that your characters were beginning to develop and strengthen, you were hit by it -  A dry spell. Writer’s block. Creative clog. 

The complete desolation of my once luscious imagination. You rolled your eyes at yourself as your thoughts began to spiral. Okay that last one was dramatic.

It wasn’t like it had never happened to you before. Throughout your career as a published author - and for many years before anything you had written had ever seen the inside of a publishing house - you’d dealt with periods of unintentional, intermittent fasting when it came to producing anything that you were proud enough of to put your name on. You knew that it was all part of the territory, that no artist on Earth was making masterpieces on a daily basis. You knew that your writing needed to breathe sometimes, and that you couldn’t just cram words into a document and call it a day. They needed to be the right ones in the right order. They needed to accurately convey the images and the emotions that you saw and felt when you conceptualized your stories. They needed to flow and blend and bleed into the hearts of your readers. But knowing all of this in no way made it easier to handle the days, weeks, and occasionally months that would sometimes go by without the inspiration and motivation that were required to spin your word webs. 

Though it had only been a few days since you last added to your novel’s word count, you were starting to admit that you were in danger of slipping into one of those ruts. And I need to climb out of it because if I don’t I’ll fall behind on the whole project and then the book will be delayed and I ‘ll lose the momentum I had from the last one and readers will start to - “Stop.” You muttered the word under your breath, verbally scolding yourself for again nearly giving in to the downward spiral. That’s not helpful. That’s not why I’m here. 

The beach was where you went to try to clear your mind of the fog surrounding your projects. It wasn’t just the sunshine on your skin or the sound of the waves crashing along the shore that you found beneficial when you were stuck in a creative slump, though. The weather and the scenery didn’t hurt, but the real reason that you headed to Huntington Beach every time you needed to jumpstart your writing was that it was the perfect place to people-watch. One of the things that you strove for in your work was creating characters that looked and sounded and felt real, like people you knew and loved - or like people you knew and wished you didn’t know, depending on what the story called for- and over the years you found that the best way to ensure that your characters came to life was to collect little mental snapshots of strangers out in the world. And there was no place better than the beach or the boardwalk for finding a wide range of real life characters to choose from. 

Between the sunbathers and shell combers, spring breakers and family vacationers, locals, drifters, volleyball players, dancers and everyone else, you always seemed to see something that sparked a flame to get the pilot light in your brain lit again. Hoping that today would not be the exception to that rule, you chose to walk on the sand parallel to the paved pathway that was populated mainly by skaters. It was a good route because you knew that the things you’d experience along the path were unique ones, ones that would hopefully inspire new descriptions and character quirks that you could incorporate - the graceful movements of roller dancers, the swelling rumble of plastic wheels rolling over the asphalt, the aerodynamic form of bladers zipping along for speed, the at times riotous laughter of people who were new to the activity and having a hard time staying upright, the flail of arms, the- 

But just as you started to immerse yourself in the sights and sounds of the skate path, you were pulled right back out of it. You were watching a young woman in colorful spandex and tall polka dotted socks as she did a lazy figure eight when out of the corner of your eye you noticed a man who appeared not to be paying attention to his surroundings, and who was about to step directly in front of an oncoming pack of teenagers on wheels. They seemed to be equally clueless about anything going on around them, including the man who was so transfixed on the sun shimmering on the waves that he was about to step directly into a collision to get closer to it. Oh, shit, they’re gonna crash right into him. Brain unable to process the verbal warning you would have issued quickly enough for it to matter, you defaulted to a physical intervention instead. Dropping your shoes like hot stones, you reached out with both hands to grab the man’s left arm and pulled. 

Several things happened at once. 

You closed your grip around his bicep, blurting out a “hey!” at the same time that he let out a startled gasp, spinning his head in your direction, the backwards momentum you used to stop him from stepping into a potential disaster sending you both tumbling into the soft sand. You landed in a seated position, hands releasing his arm to brace behind yourself, the man landing somewhat haphazardly on his hip. Oh my god, I didn’t mean to- 

Both of you looked up at one another at the same time then, and you were struck by the warmest pair of golden brown eyes that you had ever seen, more light and depth to them that you would ever be able to put into words, even when they were coming in a steadier stream. Oh, he’s... You felt your own eyes widen as they scanned the rest of his face - the little creases in the corners of his eyes, the strong angle of his nose, full, plush lips and a swath of patchy facial hair that suited him - upwards to the windswept waves of curls that crowned his head. This man is gorgeous. You blinked down at the loose fitting short sleeved button down that he wore, the top three closures left wide open to expose all of his neck and enough of his chest to force you to swallow hard at the sight of the freckles that dotted the skin there. He was easily the most attractive person you’d laid eyes on. You had never even written a character anywhere near as good looking as he was, because you wanted the people in your stories to seem believable, human. And I pulled him onto the fucking ground. I am so- 

“You saved me.” His accented voice hit your ear and put a quick stop to your thoughts. Shifting himself so that he was in a similar position to you, sitting in the sand and drawing his knees up in front of him, he hesitantly reached for you with one hand - one large hand, fingers thick and knuckles prominent - but pulled it back as though he were unsure whether or not it would be okay if he touched you. After I yanked you to your ass without a word? Yeah, I think you c- Settling for a nod and a genuinely grateful smile, he let his palm curve over the top of one knee. “Thank you for the rescue. I was not paying attention to the roller skaters at all, and if it were not for you there would have been a big crash and that would have been terrible.” 

“Oh, it,” you cleared your throat, a swarm of butterflies flapping through your stomach like you hadn’t felt since you were in high school. “It’s not a big deal, you don’t need to…” An awkward little laugh slipped out that made you wonder who the hell you were and where the you that you knew went. “I’m sorry you still ended up on the ground, I-” 

“Please, do not apologize! It would have been much worse to have a collision. At least this way the landing was soft.” His smile widened, expression brightening even more. “I am Javi,” he introduced himself, finally deciding that it would be the right time to extend his hand. You took it, watching as he eclipsed your palm in his, giving it a small shake before letting go. “What is your name?” You gave it to him, shocked and stunned that this sort of interaction was actually occurring, even more so when you heard him say it back to you. “What brings you to Huntington Beach this afternoon?” 

Is this… is he for real? “Um,” another laugh escaped you as you wondered how best to answer while simultaneously wondering if you hadn’t fallen into an alternate reality. “Well, I-” 

“I should not have asked.” His features quickly arranged themselves into a mask of slight embarrassment, hands both plastered to his shins. “I do not mean to pry, it is just that-” 

You shook your head, giving him a small smile. “Oh, no, it’s fine I just… you caught me off guard. Most people don’t ask questions like that and I…” You shrugged. “Wasn’t expecting it. I’m here today because I was hoping to find some inspiration. I’m a writer and I come here to get ideas sometimes. When I’m not saving strangers from getting run over by skaters, that is.” 

If his smile widened before, it burst open then. He leaned closer to you, hair falling over his brow to cover part of his forehead, and you realized that he smelled amazing - like cinnamon and saffron. “But we are not strangers anymore.” He winked and it was all you could do not to fall over like a fainting goat. I need to get it together. I’m… he… “And it turns out that we are here for the same reason.” We are? “I am also a writer and I am working on a screenplay. One of my characters has an interest in surfing and I,” he used one hand to gesture to himself, flattening it against his chest, “do not know anything about it so I came here to watch.” Grinning almost as though he’d been caught red handed at something, he went on. “I will admit though that I was distracted by the way the sun looked on the ocean and my thoughts began to wander, so I do not know that I am any more familiar with surfing than I was before I came here, but,” he tilted his head and looked towards the sea. “It is never a waste of time to see something so beautiful.” He sighed, the sound peaceful and calm, and as you watched him watching the waves you had to agree. After a beat, Javi turned back to you, curiosity written in the furrow of his brow and the set of his lips. “And you? Did you find the inspiration that you were looking for?” 

“I…” Your project suddenly felt far less daunting as you sat next to him on the beach, your shoes still a few feet away and people zooming and twirling and gliding by on their skates. Suddenly you felt the wheels start turning again and you just knew that that night would be spent sitting in front of your screen typing until the early hours of morning. He’d been a bit dramatic when he said that you saved him… but suddenly you thought that maybe the interaction was what you both needed at that moment in time. I think he might have just saved my book… or at least my deadline. “I think I did, Javi.” 

“That,” he bumped your shoulder with his, and you didn’t even try to hold back the small laugh that trickled out at the innocent contact. “Is very good to hear.” 

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Thank you for reading! If you would like to be added to or removed from the taglist, please feel free to let me know or you can fill out the form on my masterlist.      

I have NO IDEA who to tag in this, so I am sorry if I tagged you and you didn’t want to be, or if I missed adding you - please feel free to let me know if you would like to be added to or removed from this list! 

tags: @something-tofightfor @littlemisspascal @practicalghost​ @woodlandmouth​ @princessxkenobi​

#javi gutierrez x female reader #javi gutierrez x you #javi g x female reader #javi g x you #pedrostories #javi g fic #tuwomt #guys... i do not know where this came from but its here now #i guess i write javi g now #like i needed another cat to herd #anywho. #june drabbles 2022 #day 10- skating #lifesaver