#I had this stuck in my drafts for a while oops

[makanioverlord]

when uhhh ur in the forest and it sucks lol

[ my comm prices are pinned ]

#unicorn wars #unicorn wars gordi #I had this stuck in my drafts for a while oops #digital art #my art #finished #2024 #fanart #anthro #furry

[blublublujk]

good girl, gone bad

oneshot

word count: 6k

genre: established (secret) relationship

pairing: good girl y/n x bad boy jk

summary:

“I can’t believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, it’s like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.” You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina won’t notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You can’t help but to smile too, it’s barely there, but he’ll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. “Yeah totally, me either.” What your best friend doesn’t know won’t kill her… right?

warnings: basically just pwp but plot went missing (oops!), swearing, smoker jk (i swear if anyone complains in my inbox i'll haunt you), explicit sexual content; jk has a huge dick ok, consensual recording/pictures, car sex (don't fuck in a car), hickeys, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, spanking, squirting, breast play, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, come shot (on face), slut shaming (again lol), come tasting/swallowing, stomach bulge (my fault i love this one), choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie

a.n: sorry for a late update hope yall dont mind, but i just wanna get rid of all my drafts they are PILING. lol forgive me for only always writing about jungkook, but he's so easy to write about. he breathes, and i instantly open my notes app (im not even joking). this has been sitting in my drafts since his LA trip (iykyk) it sparked a conversation and i wrote it. i want that man bad... and im lesbian :D

ANYWAYS enjoy and STREAM GOLDEN for our golden bunny <3

p.s: i'll probably come back to this couple but its a oneshot for now... but wouldn't no nut nov be fun with this jk?? everyone say yesss. ok bye.

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“Ugh, what a piece of shit.”

Before you even get to ask who, the motorcycle roars back to life across the parking structure belonging to the very one and only, Jeon Jungkook. A group of college jocks crowd around the man. There’s a cigarette between his fingers, he’s not paying it much attention though. He's deep in conversation, laughing at something one of them said, clearly more invested in the joke than anything else around him. 

As the laughter dies down, he looks over, eyes connecting while he brings the cigarette to his pierced lip, slowly inhaling the toxic fume. The terribly annoying (yet somehow sexy) tattooed jock on his loud motorcycle winks towards your direction, before selfishly exhaling that poisonous smoke into the air. Fuck, you really, really wanted to hate him too. 

“Yuck.” Karina gags with a scrunch to her nose, turning a cold back to them and you’re grateful to her because you almost get stuck in his lustful gaze. 

“Yeah… yuck.” You reply with no real meaning somehow managing to convince her you meant it.

“I hate him and his stupid friends. They are killing the Earth slowly and they don’t even give a fuck!” Karina argues in all her given glory and in her environmental science major mindset. “Plus those cancer sticks reek, why must the general public suffer because they can’t last thirty without them.”

Jungkook could last thirty without them. Way more than thirty when you were around him, especially when he was given something (or someone) to entertain himself with, but you couldn't say that aloud so the sudden thoughts stayed safe and sound in your head. 

“No, no they don’t. But what can we do?” There’s a sigh and then you clear your throat. “Should we get going now?”

Your arm wraps around hers, gesturing the way back to campus with a swift wave where you both had been meaning to study given that classes finally started cramping in heavy assignments.

“Yes, please.” Karina is quick to sharply turn her heel and walk back towards the building. “I can’t believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, it’s like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.”

You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina won’t notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You can’t help but to smile too, it’s barely there, but he’ll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. “Yeah totally, me either.”

What your best friend doesn’t know won’t kill her… right?

—-

“You taste disgusting.” There’s a muffled laugh pressed into your lips, as your tongues meet halfway, meeting each other’s lips in a bruising wet kiss. Your ass grinds roughly against his lap, groaning into your mouth while you bring your ass flush down, feeling his soft cock harden below you. His right hand grips your right ass cheek, jiggling it in his hand, before smacking it (with love, of course!). 

“Yeah?” Jungkook smirks, bringing his mouth against your throat, sucking and licking everywhere there was space. He sneakily leaves little love bites behind even though he knows you’ll kill him for this later because you have somewhere to be after this. He even bites your ear lobe gently between his teeth, before he cockily whispers. “You love it though.”

The whimper that leaves your mouth should be illegal. It only drives Jungkook crazier. 

Both hands find purchase on your ass now, spanking you once again in each cheek. Though Jungkook was a bit disappointed he wasn’t seeing your flushed bare cheeks on top of him, but he guesses he can settle for now. “You gonna let me fuck you now baby?”

He gropes your asscheeks without any hesitation, still leaving wet kisses buzzing onto your skin, stealing a quick kiss from your raw-bitten lips. 

“Mm, only if you ask nicely.” You tease, dragging a finger along his jawline.

With this, Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. Your hand comes to fist his hair, while he drops another wet smooch onto your lips. “You know I’d do anything for a piece of this ass angel.”

You smile into the kiss, grinding harder against his now– hard cock. You felt your folds leak of your own arousal. It was so undeniable. The attraction between you two, the desire to take each other apart, to be within each other’s arms. There was no place like Jungkook’s lap. Here you could stay forever.

“Imagine what people would say if they saw you like this baby.” Jungkook starts teasing, tugging your shirt off with no trouble. Your breasts catch his attention, noticing that you are wearing that black lingerie set he had bought for you last Valentine’s Day. “Fuck. Look at you baby.”

He squishes your breasts together, leaning up to kiss the uncovered tender flesh on both sides. You don’t even attempt to hold your moans back. “I– nghhh.”

“Did you expect to get fucked today princess? Hmm? Is this all for me?” Jungkook’s words work like magic, they drip off his sinful tongue like honey. You bring your body flush against his, burying your blushing face against his neck. “Don’t get shy on me baby, tell me. Did you wear this all for me?”

He purrs sweetly and you only nod, cheeks burning red. 

It's not like you were embarrassed of him, no in fact, you were happy to announce that the college campus’ certified bad boy is all yours and has been for the past two years. 

There was no exact moment to this, the attraction had always been there. 

You had first officially met Jungkook in one of your general ed classes. Statistics, to be exact, which he would have one-hundred percent failed had it not been for you passing him the answers mid exams. It wasn’t like that to begin with of course, it took you some convincing. To be fair and to your excuse, it was so hard to say no to those beautiful big brown eyes.

At first, you assumed he was doing this all, acting lost and playing dumb, to get into your pants which he succeeded. However you had enough dignity left to make him work for it. Until you realized those secret smiles, stolen glances, and subtle hand holds were much more than just a silly game. You had fallen for his charm, and against everyone’s advice to stay far away from him, you fell in love with the (not so terrible) bad boy and let him take over your heart completely. It happened so randomly and so all at once. It was confusing, new, but most of all, liberating. 

Being with Jungkook was so freeing and the thrill of being caught with him was so worth it. It didn’t matter what people thought of you or him, you both were willing to die on this hill of love. 

Jungkook, too, had fallen quickly. How could he not? There was nothing to dislike and everything to love. Your pouty scolds, he looked forward to. The stolen glances across campus were his favorite, a secret only you and him held close to heart. There were times where your cheeks would flush pink, because he would steal kisses from you behind the campus library. You were seriously his favorite person ever. 

“Jungkook stop! What if someone sees us?” You would whisper-shout, a pout would form against your will. 

Jungkook would just kiss your worries away again and again and then say. “You’re the cutest little thing alive baby.” 

“Are you trying to change the subject?” It was hard to speak between kisses, that and the fact that he would squish your cheeks together like the adorable boyfriend he was. 

“I don’t know. Is it working?” His reply was cheeky and lips would start trailing down your neck and then you determined, yes. Yes, it is working. Fuck it all. 

It’s safe to say, he was yours since the start of it all, as you were his. Wrapped in each other’s fingers before anyone had realized it, now you were inseparable. 

“Answer me princess.” Jungkook pulls you back gently, observing your flushed face. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Of course, this only makes you blush harder, but you do manage to admit. “Y-Yes… I wore this only for you. Always for you.”

Jungkook smiles, pecking your cheek. “Then I’m the luckiest man alive angel.”

He cradles your face, before leaning in to kiss you. This time, you guys take your time. Your mouths stay closed, taking the time to really feel the plushy feeling against your own and enjoy each other’s presence. You felt as if you were floating in clouds. 

“Jungkook.” You mumble onto his lips and he hums, but that’s not enough so you call his name once more with intent. “Jungkook.”

He pulls back with a questioning look. “Yes, my love?”

“Can you please just fuck me already?” The words come out barely above a whisper, even after fucking you so many times, you could be so shy at times.

Jungkook breaks out into a bunny-like grin, holding back a stifled laugh. “So much for wanting to make me say please, look at who’s pleading now.” 

“J-Jungkook…” Your face goes hot again and he laughs once more, patting your ass softly.

“Okay. Okay, my love. Enough teasing, I’ll fuck you since you asked so nicely baby.” Jungkook takes his sweet time taking off his own shirt, and pulling your skirt off. It was a bit tricker, given you were both in your car which was not fit for two people even in the backseat, but you guys always made it work. 

You were still scared to ride to campus with him as much as he begged you to because it would blow your secret relationship, but fucking on campus has yet to be off-limits. Mainly because Jungkook fucks you all too well, and you aren’t one to say no to good dick (oops).

He attaches his mouth right above the bare skin of your left breast. He holds your tits in his hands, pushing them together, stuffing his face right between them. Jungkook makes sure to pay attention to both breasts (it’s only fair), rubbing your hard buds through the black lace which hardly covers them. You bite back a moan, feeling him rut up against your heat, his hard length pressing stiffly against you, your walls already clenching, desperate to feel him inside you.

His tattooed hand slips below, releasing the nipple he had been tugging on earlier. You feel the tip of his fingertips brush against your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Surely by now, you were dripping onto the lace. His erection is still pressing against your inner thigh. “D-Don’t wait then.”

Your boyfriend smiles, bringing his lips to yours. “Behave. You’ll get some dick inside you soon.”

Like the brat you were, your eyes rolled back so used to being spoiled. He pays it no mind though because his tongue comes out again, licking your lips apart. Your tongues meet once more, this time you suck his tongue into your mouth, brushing it against the roof of your mouth. He taste quite bitter, it’s the cigarette from earlier, yet somehow and against all judgement, he tastes fucking delicious. Especially when a grunt slips from his throat, feeling you roll your barely covered folds against his fingers.

He allows this, putting more pressure with two fingers, feeling you drench his fingertips even through your panties. Jungkook pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth, spit mixing as he reciprocates the favor, sucking gently on your tongue. You tasted like the strawberries you had earlier for lunch and Jungkook groans, greedily swallowing the taste in your mouth. 

What an innocent sweet little thing you were and he was about to ruin you all. 

Cigarettes and strawberries. 

Quite the pair. 

You whine into his mouth, unable to hold back much longer. “Please, Jungkook…”

He smirks against your mouth. How much he loved the way you fell apart on his cock. Especially more, when he had barely had his hands on you and you were already begging for more. Jungkook pulls back, but not before you whine a soft “no.” He holds your cheeks in his palms, forcing you to look directly into his hazy eyes. 

“Imagine if people knew baby.” His voice comes out more sultry, rough around the edges. His thumb carrasses your cheek, patting your mouth open. “How much of a slut you were for this dick.”

His words make you mewl (he knows how much you get off to this thought), he slowly eases two fingers into your mouth, holding your chin in place. You made sure to suck on them as he liked, your tongue coming flat against them. 

Jungkook bucks his hips into yours, chest rising while he watches you suck, like the good girl you were. “Imagine if they really knew, baby? Such a sweet girl like you, with someone so dangerous and reckless like me. What would they say? Hmm?”

He pulls out his fingers, seeing them barely glisten under the light.

“I- I don’t know.” Your voice is dry and soft yet, you are incredibly horny.

“You don’t know? I have a few ideas.” Jungkook chuckles, hands brushing along your back. “Can this come off?” 

He tugs your bra from behind and you hesitate to nod permission. “Good, I wanna watch them bounce when I finally fuck you.”

By now, you have given up resisting him, so you moan pathetically as he shreds your bra with ease and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking the tender bud into his tongue, flicking it and placing it between his teeth. He tugs and licks the sting away, watching with hooded eyes as you squirm against him. Your face burns imagining the idea. 

What if people knew? How would your friends react? They would surely be disappointed, Jungkook was good for nothing but trouble. Yet, he was perfect to you. You were willing to defend him from hell and back. Whatever it took for them to believe you. 

Jungkook moves to the other bud, placing it into his mouth, cupping and gripping your breasts. His mouth was hot and heavy against your nipple, his tongue caressing the hard bud. He squeezes them one last time before letting them drop, watching them bounce gently against your chest. Yup, Jungkook was the luckiest man alive. There was nothing better than this moment right here.

Heat travels your body quickly, feeling your own chest rise, struggling to breathe in the steamy car. Your boyfriend looks down, communicating with his eyes instead of actually saying anything, your hands quickly move to his belt, tugging them off and throwing it anywhere else. Desperately, you unbuckle his jeans, harshly pulling his boxer down, just enough to watch his dick spring out. The flushed, wet length smacks against his stomach, watching as his abs clench at the sensation. If you stare any longer, you’ll start drooling. “So good for me angel.” 

There’s no time to waste. 

“Wanna suck you off.” You breathe out, voice filled with desire and lust, clearly it takes over because usually his girlfriend was much shyer and timid, but that all disappeared when Jungkook’s cock was present. 

“Yeah?” Jungkook watches you drop on your knees, your pretty knees will for sure suffer the consequences of your horny choice, but there was no stopping this. He pats his thighs as he leans back to give you enough space. “I’m all yours, baby girl.”

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek when he feels your warm mouth wrap around his dick. Your tongue comes out messily, practically salivating and dripping all over him. There’s probably not a single day that goes by that you aren’t sucking his dick, but it was quite the experience every damn time. 

“F-Fuck, I wish you could see yourself.” He struggles a bit because the sight is fucking sinful and if people knew you like he did, they wouldn’t believe the person in front of him. 

His personal little cockslut. 

You pop off for a second, hand still wrapped around his length covered in your spit. “Yeah? Then take a picture for me, Kook.”

Double fuck.

When you first started dating Jungkook, you were against any pictures at all. After time passed and to his luck, you came around and you would let him take pictures, but only if he promised your face wasn’t in the frame. Now, his camera roll is covered with images of you and your blooming relationship. You didn’t care anymore about covering or blurring your face out. His camera roll consisted of just about everything, pictures of you sleeping peacefully against his chest as you would nap, videos of you laughing on the random adventures he would take you on, but never images of you nude. Never ever was he allowed anything that could probably incriminate you both, even if he would beg, ever-so sweetly. It seems like you came around after all. Bless you.

“Fuck, don’t talk to me like that princess, you have no idea what that does to me.” He’s never heard you sound so fucking sexy. Jungkook bites his lip, recovering his phone that had dropped earlier on the carpet. “You sure about this baby?”

“Yes.” Then you are back on his cock and he shudders, already snapping a few pictures. Your eyes looked up at the camera, making a show out of it all.

Jungkook tries controlling his heavy breathing but with a sinful tongue like yours, it’s impossible. “Can I record this princess, only if you’ll let me, of course.”

You take him deeper into your throat and nod furiously on his cock. You trusted him enough, you knew Jungkook could never hurt a single soul, unless they tried him. Point is, he would never do anything to break that trust so hell yeah, why not add more to his long collection.

“God, you are so perfect baby. Made for me and only me.” Jungkook’s voice is nothing short of possessiveness. He presses record, caressing your hair softly, almost petting you for your work like the good girl you were for him. “Imagine if they knew how well you take cock baby. How perfect those plump lips look around my dick. You’re like a dream come true princess, my personal cockslut.” 

You moan around his length, loving the bitter taste on your tongue and Jungkook has to hold back from fucking your throat, though he thinks you’ll love it anyways. 

“Can I fuck your throat?” His voice is raspy and you open your mouth wider, nodding so prettily with dick stuffed in your mouth. Jungkook is careful when placing your hair in a little makeshift ponytail for the meantime and as best as he can with one hand as he starts to thrust into your warm mouth. “So beautiful and all mine. Isn’t that right princess?”

You don’t get to reply, but the vibrations of your moans that manage to run through his cock  answer for you and it almost makes him smile. What a good girl you were. Pretty things like you deserved to be spoiled and he couldn’t wait to give you the fucking world. 

And was he fucking loving the show you were putting on for him becoming more needy and desperate on camera, your eyes rolled as he brutally used your throat for his liking. 

Jungkook bites at his bottom lip as he begins to roll his hips with much more force, feeling your throat take him down with greed. “Fuck baby, your throat feels amazing. Taking me so good.” 

He lets you go when he feels you tap his thigh and you gasp for air, tears threatening to leak down your face. “W-Want you to come on my face.”

Your voice is hoarse and his eyes widen at your sweet request. 

“Aren’t you just perfect for me today baby. Just you wait, you’ll get the best dick of your entire lifetime.” Not that you would know since he was your first and he knows that, proudly carries that in his cocky ego, but you always believed him. No one could fuck you better than this, you were sure. You bat your eyes at his promise and he comes down to kiss you messily, the camera records jackshit, but it captures your whiny moans and the sound of your lips smacking against one another. He pulls off with one last kiss and adjusts the camera frame back towards you as he takes his hard length and slaps his swollen, wet dick along your cheek. “Open up princess, I’m really fucking close.” 

You take him in with no hesitation and go to fucking work. Slurping and licking all over his length, your chin dripping with saliva, but you don’t even care anymore because his grunts and whines keep you going. 

Every now and then you look up at the camera making sure you do your best to keep him coming back. You know he will probably rewatch this every night that you aren’t there with him. And your predictions are correct because Jungkook’s already planning on watching this tonight and jacking off to it while you are out with Karina doing God knows what. All he knows is his sweet girl will be doing something productive while he’ll be coming undone in your gracious honor.

“I’m close baby.” He groans sexily, and his breathing starts to become sharp. “Look up baby, right into the camera, gonna come all over that perfect fucking face.”

Doing as he says, you look up sucking him dry, your hands come to relieve what you can’t cover with your tongue. His hand pushes you off for a second. “Tongue out baby.”

He fucks his fist and it doesn’t take long before he squirts his load all over your face, grateful that most of it lands on your tongue, you swallow it all immediately, humming gracefully at the salty taste. 

Jungkook’s eyes are blown out as he catches his breath and lets his dick flop back down against his thigh, you look like a fucking sin and he must be the Devil because he’s about to commit about thirty tonight. “Give me a second princess.”

He says between breaths as he stops recording with one last picture of your come-soiled face, still breathing heavily as he throws his phone on the floor again, thankful that he has something for later. You giggle against him and he almost awes as you throw your head against his bare thighs into a laughing fit. “Okay.” 

He huffs a dry laugh and pulls you up. “Times up. Come here.” 

Jungkook is quick to capture you in a sloppy kiss, not minding the leftover mess of come on your face, he doesn’t wanna mess up his masterpiece just yet. You soon grow desperate in his arms, but this time he doesn’t mess around. 

“Lay down.” Your bare back lands on the seats and he shoves himself between your thighs. Again, it’s steamy and fucking cramped in your car, but you both couldn’t care any less right now. 

His tongue hits your slit not bothering to move your matching panties, but the effect is almost the same. He licks a long strip watching you soil the silky lace mixing his spit with your own arousal. 

You moan sweetly as your legs come apart letting him completely devour your heat. Jungkook pulls off, tugging your spoiled little black panties to the side and continues on with his mission. His tongue finds your clit and you swear you could come like this. 

“R-Right there. Please.” Your boyfriend doesn’t let up either, eating your sweet pussy like it deserves. His tongue flicks your bud, building the sensation in your tummy. Jungkook sucks on your clit selfishly.

His chin is covered in your arousal. He’s humming and moaning deep inside your pussy, your juices stick onto his tongue like candy and he greedily swallows the treat whole. 

“B-Baby.” Your voice is struggling like his was earlier, but it’s there. He lifts his face from your heat, eyes in a lust-filled trance. Jungkook knows he’s pussy-whipped, but at least he admits his problems!

“Yes, my baby.” Jungkook’s eyes are blown out and he looks just as wrecked as you are. 

“C-Can I take a picture?” He almost gapes at your request, the amount of times you took him by surprise today. At this point, he would let you do anything, fuck his morality!  

“Do whatever you want princess. Pictures, videos. I’m all yours.” He gives you his full consent and permission to do anything so you are quick to grab his phone (you’ll send them over to yourself later) and start snapping pictures while he dives back in for seconds. 

Jungkook keeps your legs open while you are a whimpering mess above him, struggling to get the best picture. You have no idea how he was doing this himself, the pictures come out blurry as he continues to devour you as if it was his last meal.

He also puts on a show for the camera like you did so nicely earlier for him. Jungkoook’s eyes hood as he stares up, he even winks for the shot. If college didn’t ever work out for either of you, this would be something to look into. Good thing that was not the case, at least for you, his little straight A student. 

“I’m g-gonna come.” This only makes your boyfriend go crazier between your folds. He drops eye-contact with the camera and instead solely focuses on that pretty pussy presented for him. Jungkook’s tongue is sin itself, not letting up once as more arousal drips out of you. He slowly teases a finger inside, building your orgasm quickly as he fucks you open with his middle finger. “I’m– nghh. Fuh-fuck!”

The sentence is never finished as you start to squirt onto his tongue, creating your own little masterpiece on his face. Jungkook has never swallowed anything down faster than right now and he’s loving every second of it. Completely pussy-whipped and all, but at least he’s happy!

Your boyfriend finally detaches himself from your heat and the sight is nearly adorable. His hair is now all fucked up and he’s a sticky mess everywhere (you are sure you look no better). 

“Yum, I could do that all day.” Jungkook shamelessly says. 

“Mm, I’m sure.” You say coming down from your own orgasm, he gives you a few seconds to breathe as you set his phone down again. Jungkook takes his shirt from the floor and wipes himself clean. He does the same but it’s no use, the come that landed on your face has dried up and he doesn’t wanna scrub it off and end up hurting your precious face. 

Jungkook kisses your cheek affectionately as an apology. 

“There’s dry come on my face right?” You start to scold him, but he smiles with all his teeth apologetically and you forgive him at that moment. 

“Guilty.” He smirks, proud of his work, he thinks you truly haven't looked better. 

Wrapping arms and legs around your boyfriend you whisper innocently. “I was promised dick of a lifetime, unless… unless you lied to me?”

Jungkook scrunches his nose cutely while he looks at your perfect pouty face, doe-eyes begging to be fucked. “I never lie, not to you at least.”

He makes you laugh and he detangles your legs from his waist. “Now let me focus, I have a reputation to uphold.”

There’s no laughing once two fingers press into you and you gasp at the invading feeling, but the stretch only burns for a while before it turns into pleasure and you are whimpering at his touch. “Fingers so deep.”

He smiles and you throw your head back. “Yeah? My dick goes even deeper baby, I’m just making sure you can take it.”

“I can take it.” You breathe out against his pink lips. “I was made for you.”

The taller’s eyes nearly eat you alive, fuck you were so sexy. “That you were baby. My perfect little cockslut.” 

His fingers pull out of you brutally and you whine, but he kisses you roughly making you forget the loss. A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing it with purpose. You squirm in his hands and he pops off your lips. 

Fingers coated with your arousal trace your lips and you take them in greedily, sucking your own juices off the tattooed fingers, moaning at the delicate taste, his other hand still locked around your throat. 

“That’s my girl. All fucking mine.” You nod around his fingers and he finally lets go, gasping for fresh air. “‘M gonna fuck you now baby.” 

Your legs fly open in response, letting him have his way with you. 

“Do me a favor?” He asks while taking his hard length in his hand, jerking himself off while he awaits your response. 

“What?” You hum, confusion written all over your face. 

“Record this for me. I want you to see how I break you apart. How this pretty pussy makes a mess all over my dick. I want you to remember this fuck for the rest of your life.” His voice drops a few octaves and you can’t help but gasp and moan at his vulgar use of words. 

You used to be innocent, at least, that’s what Jungkook used to think. In a way, he thinks you still are. Untouched and pure, only for his eyes and his hands to touch. Jungkook is honored that he was your first, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He was gentle and took care of you every step of the way. It was like that until you were begging and pleading for more. Sweet then, and sweet now.

He’s created a little monster, but he knows that your heart is pure and that’s what he loves most about you. 

“Okay, yes.” His phone is back in your hands and you click record, watching him line-up his cock. Jungkook groans as he disappears snuggly inside you. “Mmm.”

He lets you get used to the feeling and once he feels your breathing stabilize he starts to thrust himself with strong strokes inside you. 

Like the first time, you are struggling with the phone because you can’t stop shivering and shaking, you feel him in your guts and recording is much harder than pictures because it lasts longer and you can't stay still for that long. Not with dick inside you.

“K-Kook. I— oh.” You stop to moan when he hits your g-spot and he continues ramming that same spot over and over. “I- I can’t. Hand’s shaking.”

Your sweet boyfriend grabs the phone and lets you settle yourself. “That’s okay princess, I got you. Just lay there, I’ll take care of you.” 

He records himself ramming into you for a few minutes, watching himself disappear into you on camera. The taller one can't even believe this is his reality. How did this even happen and most of all with him of all people? He truly was the luckiest man alive! 

“‘S deep, Kook.” He fondles one of your breasts as he keeps a harsh pace, rubbing the hard nub with his thumb. 

“Yeah baby? Tell me where you feel it.” He whispers loving the way you tremble, your gaze struggling to keep up with his. 

“Right here.” You touch right below your belly, palm flat against the feeling of his cock inside you. “So so deep.” 

You mumble something else, but he doesn’t get to hear it because your high pitched moans drown everything out. He lets go of your breast watching them bounce as he continues to pound straight into your sweet spot. 

The camera catches it all though. The mess between your thighs look just as delicious on film as they do in real time. The sounds you make, the squelching noise that is being created by his cock going deep inside you, and most of all, it captures your beautiful face as it comes apart. 

He presses on your stomach right where your own palm rests and you strangle out a whine. “I- I can’t. T-Too much.” 

“You can take it. Remember?” His dick tears through you from the inside and you start yelling when he increases his pace. He’s fucking you mercilessly now and you can’t control the sounds that escape. “You were made for me, princess.”

“Yes, yes, I am.” You sound beautiful, but you would kill him if you guys got caught now especially in the position you guys are in. 

His firm hand finally comes off your stomach and instead two fingers go inside your mouth, muffling your screams and whines. 

The car rocks back and forth. He’s sure people know what the fuck is going on, the windows are foggy as fuck, for fuck’s sake, but you would hate him much worse for not finishing you off.

“Mmff, don— stopff.” He nearly giggles as you struggle to speak, but he keeps his promise quite well. He fucks you ever harder and deeper, his cock will surely fall off after this, but it’s all worth it. He slams inside, bottoming out fully before pulling out and repeating the same steps. “Fuhh-uk.”

“You like that baby?” Jungkook rasps feeling you squeeze tightly around him, which only means one thing, you are really fucking close. “Gonna come all over my cock princess?” 

“Mmff.” You are quick to nod and hum sweetly. He decides to pull his fingers out, spit dripping all over. “Yes, yes. Please, don’t stop. Harder Kook- ah!”

Jungkook almost forgets he’s recording and he centers the camera again, wanting to capture every last second of this. You are glistening all over, he’s made a complete mess of you, but he is no better. Jungkook is dripping sweat and yet, that doesn’t stop his mean and precise strokes against your velvet walls, stretching you in ways you didn’t even know were possible. 

The final straw is when you feel his messy fingers start toying with your clit and you are coming once again all over your back seats and wetting his cock just how he likes it. Being a squirter had its own perks with a boyfriend like Jungkook because that meant he never stopped fucking you until you completely had nothing more to give. 

Jungkook curses when he starts to see your orgasm trinkle out, he fucks you all through it though, feeling the water-like pressure against his slit. And it doesn’t take long before an orgasm catches up to him. 

“Inside.” You plead with a pout, eyes completely blown out. 

With one last curse Jungkook comes deep inside your walls. He catches his breath for a few moments before pulling out slowly, making sure to capture the dribble of his come which sadly hangs onto your hole. “Push it out for me princess.” 

“Nooo, we’re gonna make a mess Kook.” Jungkook shakes his head, a smile on his face because a mess has already been made. 

“I’ll clean it. Now, push it out baby.” You almost cover your face because you are sure you turned red, but you start to push his seed out of your hole and he’s tempted to fuck it back inside. 

“Fuck. That’s it baby. Perfect comeslut. Isn’t that right?” He stops recording once he’s gotten the shot he wanted and he starts to wipe you down with his shirt, lucky enough that he has a back-up hoodie to cover him after he’s done. 

“Yes, all yours.” 

You both smile against each other’s lips before he whispers. “I love you princess.” 

“I love you more.” 

“Impossible baby.”

—-

JK❤️: hiiii 🙂

me: hi baby :) everything okay?

JK❤️: marvelous 😇 i just came watching that video we took earlier ;))

me: baby! 😠  i'm out with karina! can you not talk about sex for two seconds while im out

JK❤️: sure! just came all over myself totally wasn't watching our sextape back ;)))

me: nice talk jungkook.

JK❤️: come home soon~~ i miss you :((((

me: love you too lol

JK❤️: not more than me. come home soon im serious!!!

me: i'll see you later jungkook. ❤️

JK❤️: 😠😠😠 

me: ❤️❤️❤️

#jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts jungkook #bts x y/n #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you

[milkybonya]

need to talk ☆ juyeon

! : very suggestive,,,, i.e. making out,,, heh, idk word count but its v long definitely +1k

#: roommate!au, gn reader, ft. bestie Haknyeon, dance major!Juyeon

[💌: this was in my drafts for a while and then i got the sudden urge to finish it,, heh,, also i started the taxi driver drama with my friends just to see hyunwook oops]

"you don't have secret little makeout sessions with roommates you hate, y/n," Haknyeon tells you as he munches on your study snacks.

"and that's the problem. what the hell are we, then?" you ask your friend, who keeps stealing your food.

you and Juyeon moved into the same student house as freshman. he was quiet but polite, saying a quick 'hello' each time he'd see you in the kitchen or on his way in/out of the house. you were the same, too flooded with deadlines and the high school to university adjustment to be able to get past small talk.

also, Juyeon was just intimidating. despite always smiling at you so warmly, his attractive features and toned muscles that you sometimes spied on when he wore t-shirts were too... perfect. he was like a movie star and you didn't dare to get close to him...

until one fateful day.

you had an online exam to take, and the professor required students to take it either somewhere on campus (a designated exam room) or in a closed-off bedroom so you could show, with your webcam, that you were alone and had no way to cheat. you had rushed home after class because you wanted to take the exam in your room so you could secretly cheat, but realized you had accidentally handed your room keys instead of your house keys to your best friend just earlier.

"hey Hak, take these house keys and pick up a houseplant i bought from the student centre later and drop it off at mine? please? i won't be home at the time they told me to pick it up," you explained, pouting.

Hak had taken the keys with a sigh, immediately agreeing.

you wished he'd argued with you so you wouldn't be stuck out of your own bedroom right now.

"hey, everything okay?" Juyeon asked as he joined you in the kitchen. he poured himself a glass of water.

watching him attractively gulp it down, you had a thought.

"could i borrow your room for something?" you asked, checking the time above the stove.

10 minutes until the exam.

you quickly explained to Juyeon that you were locked out of your room, and without a moment of hesitation, he tidied up his room for you and took out his own laptop so he could study in the kitchen while you used his room. thanks to that, you were able to start and finish your exam on time.

once you were done and closed your laptop in relief, you were finally able to feel all the emotions your stress had suppressed. shock and gratefulness for Juyeon's sudden agreement to your request were just two, but as you looked around his room, you were filled with curiosity. who was this roommate of yours who had so many dancing awards? there was even a guitar, and you wondered if it was just for show or if he actually played it.

beside it, there was a notebook open to a random page. you didn't look on purpose, of course, but it just happened to be in your line of vision as you packed up your things.

11:04am - saw them grabbing something from the fridge.

5:26pm - they came home as i was leaving to go on a walk. they told me it was cold and to take a jacket with me.

3:53am - i think they're struggling to sleep. i can hear them watching a show. i hope they're okay.

the more you read, the more you realized all these entries were about you. why was he writing down all the times he saw you?

knock. knock. knock.

"is everything okay? are you done the exam?" Juyeon whispered outside the door, in case you might still be writing.

you scrambled to get away from the notebook as you pushed open his bedroom door, also pushing Juyeon in the process.

"my bad! i didn't know you were behind the door," you apologized.

Juyeon waved away your worries and asked how the exam went.

"good, good! maybe your room just has good luck."

Juyeon shook his head and said, "if it did, i wouldn't be failing two of my classes."

"what classes? you're failing?" you asked in shock.

"yeah.. they're some annoying electives," he said with a sigh.

"maybe we could study for them together?" you suggested after a brief silence.

"are you taking those classes, too?"

"no, but we can still study together! do you have time later today?"

"yeah, where should we study?"

"let's stay here. it's freezing out today!" you said, already shivering at the thought of having to step outside again.

Juyeon laughed and nodded in agreement. his smile was gorgeous, almost blinding.

"oh! someone named.. Hak? dropped off a plant before you got here. he told me to give it to you," Juyeon explained before handing you the plant.

"oh, great! thank you so much."

you held the plant in your hands, turning it and admiring it.

"is Hak a friend of yours, or?" Juyeon asked, cautiously.

"a friend. a really annoying one who actually did me a favour for once by bringing this plant," you told the tall boy with a grin.

Juyeon nodded and let you take the plant to your room.

-

after spending the next few hours wondering what the hell that notebook in Juyeon's room had been about, your thoughts were interrupted by hin knocking at your door.

"are you ready to study together now?" he asked.

you opened the door and told him that the kitchen bar table is the best place to study.

"easy access to study snacks and not so easy access to the tv... minimal distractions!" you cheered.

you didn't catch the way he chuckled at you and whispered that you were quite the distraction.

nonetheless, the two of you set down your things and got cracking. every so often, you would ask each other a question, even though you were studying completely different things. it was still helpful to think things through with someone else!

after just over two hours, though, the two of you were getting tired and hungry. Juyeon stretched beside you, lazy running his fingers through his dark hair.

"how does pizza sound?" he asked, already pulling out his phone.

"scrumptious!" you said, making him laugh.

as you waited for the pizza, you realized it actually didn't take much to make Juyeon laugh like that. he was constantly flashing you his teeth each time you said something, and you didn't know if you were a comedian or if he was just being nice.

"you're so funny, y/n," he said at one point, grasping onto the back of your chair for support as he laughed. you could feel his slender fingers against your back.

you cocked your head to one side. "am i?" you asked.

he nodded.

ding dong.

"pizza!" you cheered, running to the door.

Juyeon followed behind you and watched as you paid the pizza delivery person with the cash that you and Juyeon had put together.

you struggled to sort out the change while holding the pizza box, so Juyeon came forward to take the box from you, pressing his chest against your back during the process.

your breath hitched in your throat.

was he being really touchy or were you just sensitive?

the two of you opted to eat on the couch, turning on something random as you munched away. Juyeon brought over some alcohol and you also had your beverage of choice, and soon the two of you were talking about some intimate topics.

"i saw a guitar and dancing awards in your room... assuming from your elective, you must be some kind of arts major?" you asked.

Juyeon nodded. "dance is my major, i minor in guitar. music.. performing.. i love it a lot."

"you're so cool for that," you said, chewing on your pizza.

"i think you're cool," Juyeon replied.

when you looked at him, he was looking straight at you, a sincere smile on his lips. you were taken aback. then, you were reminded of the notebook in his room. you wanted to ask, but that would mean he'd know you were snooping around his room.

"what are you thinking about?" he asked.

the way he was sat on the couch in that white t-shirt, clinging onto his skin for dear life, showed all the curves and shadows of his muscles. you gulped unconsciously.

"um... just... things," you said.

"do you like plants, by the way?" he asked.

you appreciated the way he noticed you were uncomfortable with his question, so he changed the topic.

"i do! i have a whole collection in my room, wanna see?" you asked.

"definitely! wait let's clean up first, though. if Eric comes home to this mess, he'll kill us."

you laughed at how true Juyeon's comment was, and rushed to tidy things up. the way Juyeon neatly put the leftover pizza into reusabel containers for you both, labelled them with your names, and put them in the fridge was adorable. it made your heart swell.

"okay, now let's see those plants of yours," Juyeon said.

you felt a bit shy showing him your room, so you carefully watched his reaction as he looked around. he was smiling and scanning the place, as if trying to memorize it.

when you pointed to the plants by your window, he immediately broke into another one of his pretty grins.

"the pots have faces on them!" he noticed.

"of course they do! and they have names," you said, sharing the names of your plants with Juyeon. you had painted faces on them to give them character.

"oh my gosh, do you have a diary for your plants?" you heard him say, picking up the mini notebook where you document how your plants are doing.

"wha--no! give it back!" you whined, reaching for it.

of course, the boy was too tall. he watched in anusement as you struggled to reach for his hands. he had been so sweet and considerate before, why was he suddenly teasing you?!

then, you got an idea. you climbed onto your bed and reached for your notebook from there... but his grip on it was so strong that you ended up pulling the notebook and him towards you. and that's how you ended up with Juyeon on top of you, on your bed.

you expected him to roll off immediately, face red and scratching the back of his neck while apologizing. but he stayed there. he stayed, hands on either side of you, chest almost touching yours and faces just inches apart. your hearts raced. he scanned your face. his eyes went to your lips, then back up. lips, then back up.

he cleared his throat. "can i kiss you?"

your eyes widened. why did he want to kiss you? and why did you say yes? but you did.. and suddenly you felt a glimpse of heaven. his lips were warm, soft, and tasted not even like pizza but like strawberries... it was the gloss on his lips. he was wearing strawberry gloss!

now you weren't a pro kisser or anything but somehow.. his movements matched yours so well. and you felt so many butterflies that you were glad you were laying down, or else you would've fallen over.

once he pulled away, you watched his eyelids flutter open.

"w-was that okay?" he asked.

"yeah," you said while nodding.

"did i make you uncomfortable?" he asked. why was he being the sweetest damn man--

"not really," you replied. he nodded, sitting up and also helping you up.

now his face was red and he was scratching the back of his neck. "i'm sorry i took your plant journal. i just thought it was really cute."

"it's okay... um, i have an important call to make," you lied. "would you mind giving me some space?"

"sure!" Juyeon agreed. "don't forget about your pizza in the fridge."

he gently closed the door behind him and you fell back onto your bed, knowing you wouldn't be able to sleep that night. that kiss would be on replay in your brain.

-

after that night, you weren't purposely avoiding Juyeon. you just... felt shy and flustered whenever you saw him. he'd try to talk to you and you'd run away.

then, he managed to trap you.

"y/n, we need to talk," he said, placing both around around you on the fridge doors just as you were about to open them.

you turned, being met with his chest. you looked up to find an intense look on his face.

"okay.. let's talk," you said.

"are you avoiding me?" he asked.

"no."

he squinted his eyes.

"maybe... it's not on purpose, i swear! it just happened automatically!"

he sighed. "gosh, are you scared of me? did i.. traumatize you? y/n, i'm so sorry, even though i asked for your permission that wasn't right. i just--"

oh my god. why were you kissing him again? you didn't know. somehow at some point you just.. grabbed his cheeks and leaned in. and he was kissing back. and oh my god there were those butterflies again. your knees starting feeling weak, so Juyeon had to wrap an arm around your waist.

when you pulled away, you immediately started apologizing, but Juyeon silenced you with another kiss. he eyes on you made you melt... and you ran away. again.

and the next day, that's how you ended up meeting with Haknyeon at a café to tell him that Juyeon, a roommate you hate, has been kissing you. having makeout sessions with you. why did you lie and say you hated Juyeon? maybe it was to cover up the fact that you were very much starting to like him. you were a little ashamed because all it took was a few kisses and one study session.

"this is either an enemies to lovers or friends with benefits. but you're not friends?" Haknyeon said, sipping his drink.

"okay.. actually i don't hate him. maybe i'm starting to like him," you finally confessed.

"oh my god, okay. so now we just need to figure out if he likes you too, or if this is just some... friends with benefits? thing," he said.

you also told Haknyeon about Juyeon's notebook, and he said that you should definitely find a way to ask about it.

"go into his room for something and then grab the notebook out of curiosity or something. see what happens!"

so now, you had a plan. no more running away.

-

when you got back home, Juyeon was in his room. his door was slightly opened and you could see his back as he sat at his desk. you sucked in a deep breath through your teeth and slowly made your way towards him, trying to think of what to say.

"Juyeon, can i come in?" you asked at the door.

you couldn't see the way his face immediately lit up as he heard your voice. he turned to you with a more serious look, gesturing for you to come in.

"what's up?" he asked.

you sat on his bed and saw the notebook at the end of his bed, sitting on a dresser. almost naturally, you reached it for, Juyeon's hand quickly meeting yours to stop you. he took the notebook for himself, clutching onto it tightly.

"i asked what's up, y/n."

"oh, um.. honestly, nothing. i just.. wanted to come in."

Juyeon's expression softened. he turned the notebook in his large hands.

"well... you're here."

"what's that, though?" you asked, pointing to the notebook.

"this?" he asked in return, holding it up.

"it's... inspiration for songs for one of my electives."

was he keeping tabs on you in there to write songs about you?

"can i see?" you asked.

Juyeon shook his head, his hair wooshing around.

you pouted and Juyeon sighed.

"you'll.. think it's weird because... it's filled with things about you," he confessed.

"huh?" you were taken aback by his honesty. and even more taken aback when he handed you the notebook.

his face was dusted red and he looked shy as he motioned for you to look through it.

"okay, y/n. i'll just be honest, because it wasn't right of me to.. come onto you without making my feelings clear. i may have had a slight crush on you for a while, now. and these feelings kept developing and after studying with you i realized i really like you. it's all moving so fast, i know, but.. that's how i feel. i wanted to write a song for you and use that to confess but.. i guess that'll have to wait," he explained with a smile.

what followed was silence, and you decided to break it by being just as honest as Juyeon, since he deserved it.

"Juyeon.. i think.. no, i'm pretty sure i'm starting to like you, too. and i'm sorry for being so bad at acknowledging these feelings, too."

Juyeon smiled down into his lap, glad that you weren't weirded out by the boy or anything. he carefully reached of for one of your hands. "can i take you out on a proper date sometime, then?"

you nodded. "let's call it a study date but do everything except for study!"

Juyeon laughed and you fluttered. yep, you were definitely falling for your roommate.

#the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #juyeon imagines #juyeon scenarios #juyeon fluff #juyeon x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop au #roommate!juyeon #juyeon x you #tbz imagines #tbz scenarios #tbz fluff #tbz juyeon imagines #tbz juyeon scenarios #the boyz juyeon

[jeonghantis]

hiii! could you write some sub!woozi?❤

note: oh anon.. ahaha.. i hope you enjoy this! i had like several drafts of this and scratched a lot of them out but i do hope this one would help quench the sub!woozi thirst. sprinkled in some cute and sweet moments but still, reader is mean oop. i hope i did him justice 🧍 this is not proofread.

requests ⇝ open

pairing ⇝ lee jihoon (woozi) x reader.

tags ⇝ established relationship, smut, fluff, idol!woozi.

warnings ⇝ graphic sexual content, gn!reader but has female parts (sorry, woozi being pussy-drunk is stuck on my mind).

word count ⇝ 1.4k words

smut tags under the cut.

minors do not interact.

smut tags: sub!woozi, mean dom!reader, teasing, degradation, praise, petname "baby", dirty talk, studio sex, chair sex, mention of fingering, cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampie, cumplay(?), grinding, woozi cums a bit too fast (oop), mentions of being used as a toy, woozi being used as a toy instead. if i missed anything please let me know!

“Didn’t I tell you to sit still, Jihoon?”

A whimper was breathed, so broken and so soft that it was barely imperceptible and could have easily been mistaken for a creak of furniture. But you caught it. You knew exactly what it was. And you smile, peering down at the source who sat under you—a man, whose broad frame enriched with muscles, now trembled, and whose strong arms corded with power flexed as he held tightly onto the armrests of his chair for his dear life. 

“But it’s h-hard not to,” Jihoon rasped, trying so hard but failing to keep his hips jerking up, to shallowly thrust his length further into your heat.

Immediately, you reach a hand back, pressing your palm down hard on his thigh as if to stop his movements, but you’re gritting your teeth, biting back a moan from the delicious drag of him against your silken walls. “But you said you’d be good for me, didn’t you?” you crooned, bringing your free hand to cradle your boyfriend’s face, a thumb smoothing over the softness of his cheek. “You’re the one that wanted this, right?”

Jihoon doesn’t meet your eyes. It was true, he was the one who brought the image up—the image of you sitting prettily on his cock, warming him for hours as he would try to work on his music. That had been a little less than an hour ago, just after your arrival in his studio to surprise your busy boyfriend who you hadn’t seen awhile because of his hectic schedule leading up to his comeback. You had meant for it to be a cute little catchup over takeaway dinner and never would’ve expected those combinations of words to leave your boyfriend’s mouth. Jihoon had just shrugged casually as if what he had suggested weren’t strung together to be so obscene, but from the pinking tips of his ears, you knew the embarrassment was catching up to him. And from the bewilderment he had on his face when you immediately moved to remove the bottom half of your clothing and sit on his lap, you knew he didn’t think you’d act on his suggestion right away.

Could anyone blame you? When he looked so adorable trying to play it cool?

And so he relented. He relented when you ordered him to return and work on the tracks, all the while you stretched yourself out above him with your own fingers to prepare yourself for his girth. He relented when you finally sank down, letting out that restrained whimper when you bottomed out completely. He relented for a good fifteen minutes, (barely) working on mastering the track, before you finally felt the most delicate thrust made against you, as if he tried to search for his own relief in secret.

How could a person be so adorable? You were going insane.

“Answer me, baby,” you drawled, forcibly taking his chin with deft fingers to make him look at you. “You’re the one who brought this up. Why can’t you do it well, hm? Already dumb from getting your cock wet?”

“Y-Yes,” he breathed out, not even missing a beat. “Y-You just feel so good. I can’t – ”

“Can’t talk properly?” you cruelly finish with a chuckle. “Have you been so pent up, Jihoon baby?”

Jihoon does not try to speak again, shame coloring his cheeks as he gnaws on his bottom lip. You would have felt bad for him at this moment were it not for him twitching ceaselessly inside you. So, you did not, and instead smiled sharply, tightening your grip on his face.

“Are you not going to answer me again?” you crooned. “Was I not right? Were you not pent up? Were you not dying to be inside me?”

His hands flew to grab your waist, nails digging crescents roughly into your skin. With the strength he had used, it was almost as if he had meant to lift you up and and use your body to fuck himself with. But he had stayed still, huffing heavily with veins cropping up his arms with restraint. 

You had only stared at him, greatly amused by it all with a brow cocked up. “Use your words,” you chided paired with a tilt of your head. “Answer.”

He swallowed hard, throat visibly bobbing, before finally managing out words. “You’re right,” his voice strained. He looked at you now, pure anguish and lust an untamed flame flickering in the darkness of his eyes. His hands are frantic as he begins to feel you up, to just feel you and everything that you are. You gave a disappointed click of tongue, but he was not listening, calloused fingers clutching your waist, as he slowly descended into insanity. “I didn’t think you would cockwarm me right away, I just – I’ve just missed you so much and I really do miss being inside you so much so please, please let me fuck you. Please? I’ve missed you. I missed you so much - ”

He was blabbering, not stuttering as much anymore, but nonetheless blabbering whatever came into his desire-ridden mind first. But that did it for you. Your self-control plummeted hard at the first ‘I’ve just missed you’ and you’ve always been such a sucker for being yearned for. And you missed and yearned for him just as much as he did for you, so it was easy to relent to him, to finally raise your hips and begin moving against him.

“I love you,” you whispered, your teasing lilt long gone, as you let yourself be taken away by the pleasure of being filled, of finally being one with the love of your life after having been apart. 

“I love you,” Jihoon sobbed right back, lower frame lifting up to meet the pace you set. Already his hips stammered as he did so and you couldn’t help the delighted spasm of your walls around him, which did nothing to aid his crumbling self. “I love you so much. I love you so so much, baby. Thank you, thank you, thank you -”

You shut him up with a kiss, rough and hungry, but still holding all the affection you had for him. He eases into it without a fight, his lips parting open for you to lick into. “You can let go, Jihoon baby,” you murmured into his mouth, flicking your tongue behind his teeth. “Fill me up well. I know you can.”

That did it for him and he just broke apart. A thread of whimpers and appreciation fall from his lips as he releases inside you with a violent twitch, spurting loads and loads of his white warmth it was almost neverending. By the time Jihoon had calmed and slumped back on his chair, you could feel his slick leak out of you, sliding back down his softening length, and you just let yourself be amazed by it.

So, he had really been so pent up.

“You did amazing, baby,” you cooed, pressing your lips against his, this time in a more chaste and sweet manner, and then press your lips everywhere else on his sweating face.

Jihoon murmured another ‘thank you’, slowly coming down from his high with slow blinks made in your direction. “Did you cum?” he asked quietly, sounding concern but worn out.

“No,” you admit and already Jihoon is moving to sit up, but you stop him with a hand on his chest. “It’s okay, I can do it myself.”

But Jihoon looked crestfallen and he moves to hold your waist again, giving it a gingerly squeeze. “But you don’t have to, I’m right here and I can help – ”

“I know,” you said, lips curving. “I was thinking of using you.”

Jihoon blinked again. “Oh.”

“Oh,” you affirmed with a laugh. You lift yourself off of him, just enough to have his cock come slumping out of you, unplugging what kept most of his release inside. You let his cum seep out of you as you carefully drop back down, sitting right atop and having him fit snugly between your wet folds. “I hope you don’t mind become my toy for a bit,” you purred and dragged your cunt along the underside of his length, suppressing a shiver made from the friction finally pressed on your clit. “You’ll be good, won’t you?”

“I will,” Jihoon exhaled but his eyes were transfixed to your cunt spreading his own cum all over himself. “I will. I promise I will this time.”

“Good boy,” you smiled. “Let’s make up for lost time, hm?”

#seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen fanfic #woozi smut #lee jihoon smut #woozi fanfic #keir.rqst

[lale-txt]

♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: standing on your tiptoes to reach his lips w/ Roger & gn!reader

a/n: requested by @overpoweredrogersimp ♡ big beefy man delivery right to your doorstep... i went with your original request since i already had it in my drafts (≧ω≦)ゞ it's slightly suggestive in the second half (still SFW) because that's what just naturally happens when writing Roger oops–

word count: 1.4k

Roger was nowhere to be found. 

By now you probably searched the whole Oro Jackson for him; you even got Shanks and Buggy involved in your search but they got distracted by bickering at each other and ended up in Crocus’ infirmary because one of them had to get patched up. You had asked every crew member if they’ve seen the captain. Gaban looked at you from over his sunglasses and shook his head and Rayleigh frowned, mumbling something about how Roger better not have gone overboard but immediately regretted his words when he noticed your alarmed expression.

“I’m sure he’s fine. Have you searched for him in the captain's quarters?”, he asks, adjusting his glasses and you pout. “Of course I did. That’s the very first place I looked for him. Seriously, how can someone his size just disappear?” “Well, go and look again”, Rayleigh replies calmly and winks at you. “Usually we find lost things in the very first spot we searched for again.”

You roll your eyes at the old man's advice but still decide to go for it. What did you have left to lose when you already lost the most precious thing in your life? Maybe you were being dramatic. But didn’t Roger know this was an emergency? Hello? You haven’t been kissed for three hours by now, were you being punished and if yes, what for? Was he upset because you were still laughing about how he got stuck in the water slide the other day because of his hairy ass? Didn’t he know that you adored said ass? You couldn’t even walk past it without giving it a little slap and watching it jiggle so deliciously…

Making a beeline towards the captain’s quarters, your heart is about to jump out of your chest somehow. Rayleigh’s comment about going overboard nagged at you, even if the chances were low that it could actually be a possibility. Roger was the strongest and on top of that his presence was vibrant, drawing souls to him as if he was the whole sun.

But he was also terminally ill.

The captain came to terms that he only had little of life left to live a long time ago, you on the other hand… not quite yet. It haunted you. Imagining to wake up without him one day made you feel as if you’re suffocating, every fiber of your body refusing to believe that this was inevitable. You speed up your steps, tears now welling up in your eyes. Crap. Please, be okay, please, please, please…

“Roger!”

You don’t bother knocking, just burst through the door of the captain’s quarters, prepared for the worst. Through your teary eyes you can only make out shades of light and silhouettes, but there, without any doubt, he was. Usually you hide your worries from your captain, but just now you let out a relieved sob, then take a few big steps towards him and fling your arms around his waist, crying into his broad back. 

“Oi, little one, what’s the matter? Are you hurt? Should I get Crocus?”

Roger sounds startled, his voice full of worry. He reaches for you and turns around, hugging you tightly against his torso while a big hand comes to your back, rubbing it soothingly – which only makes you cry harder.

“I’m sorry for what I said about your hairy ass, but please–”, you whine and clench your fists around his pink open shirt, accidentally ripping out some chest hair, “–please never hide from me again! I was worried sick about you, I thought…”

You bite your lips and swallow the rest of the sentence, just sink deeper into his embrace and feel the tension falling off your shoulders now that you could feel him very much alive. Roger does his best to comfort you, whispering sweet nothings with a low voice while he continues rubbing your back with his huge hands. He waits patiently until your hiccup from the crying stops, then holds you an arm length away from him to seek your gaze. You blink at him through a still hazy vision.

“Now… you thought I was hiding from you? How come?” He tilts his head a little to the side, an amused smile on his lips as he brushes away some of the salty streaks on your face. You lean into his touch like a love-starved kitten. 

“See, when I returned from the bathroom, you were gone without a trace! The bed was unmade and cold, as if you left in a hurry… and when I went to look for you everywhere, it was as if you vanished! Usually you’re always right there when I call…”

Roger nods along sympathetically, then ruffles his own hair, guilt written all over his face for making you worry. “See, love… you kept me up all night.” He smirks at you and vivid images from last night flash in front of your eyes again, making heat rise in your cheeks. Oh. “And when I rolled over, you were gone so I assumed you went to the kitchen maybe, grabbing us a snack so we can continue with new energy… or have me bend you over the kitchen counter maybe…”

Now that sounds promising… you feel your thoughts trailing off and force yourself to stay present, gazing at Roger’s lips as he continues to explain how he just went back to bed after not finding you in the kitchen; how he took a nap and just thought to himself it would be the best to wait in the place you last saw each other because eventually you’ll return back there too, right?

“So that old man had a point…”, you mumble to yourself and take a mental note to listen to Rayleigh’s advice more often. Roger looks at you slightly confused, but you shake your head and smile. What mattered was that you found each other and that you both were alive and well. And now that the images from last night were dancing in front of your vision once again, you wouldn’t mind continuing where you left off…

You let your hands wander over his torso, taking in every inch of him, then stretch out your hands to grab his collar and pull, aiming to make him lean down to your lips. Seriously, why doesn’t a man his height come with a step ladder? He doesn’t move a bit and now you’re standing on tiptoes in a weak attempt to get any closer to that kiss you’ve yearned for so long now. Why won’t he move? Damnit, was this still about his hai–

“Something the matter?” 

Roger grins at you from above, his face way out of reach for your lips. He seems amused by the way you’re slowly losing your temper, jumping up and down slightly to get that kiss you are longing for. So close and yet so far away… 

Only when irritated tears start pricking in the corner of your eyes again, Roger laughs and sweeps you off your feet – literally. Within a heartbeat the captain pushes you with your back against the wall, big hands digging into your thighs as you wrap them around Roger’s waist, a hungry mouth seeking yours as you bury your fingers in his dark hair. It’s a kiss that takes your breath away and makes your toes curl, and it only gets better once his cheeky tongue slips between your lips and charms out faint moans from deep within. You wrap your arms tighter around his neck and smile into the kiss, every fiber of your body tingling. 

When Roger pulls back slowly, your eyes meet and there it is again; the mischievous twinkle that started a fire back then and continues to do so. This man will one day be the death of you… 

“You still owe me a few hundred more kisses for those terribly long hours you were gone…”, you coo and slightly pull his hair, making him grin. Roger leans in for another kiss, his lips hovering dangerously close over yours, making time seem to stand still. You have a feeling you won’t leave this cabin without every inch of your skin being covered in kisses… but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

#gol d. roger #roger x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece reader insert #one piece fluff #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #2K3D event

[cringefaildiaz]

oops, thought too hard about "I don't believe in magic, I believe in chemistry" "oh, it's science, I see" and "works like magic" and Buck's experience working in construction and I accidentally wrote a 6x17 coda

On the difference between magic and chemistry, and their relationship to thermoset adhesives

6x17 coda, ~860 words

“I have never been so excited to get a call from you,” Buck says, barging into the house with a plastic bag bearing the name of a local craft store on his arm.

“Glad my deficiencies are so thrilling,” Eddie breathes out. He’s trying to focus on the pieces of the model in front of him–Chris’ drafts are irritatingly well-labeled, which makes how much he’s struggling to piece them together that much more embarrassing. 

“Ah,” Buck grins, quirking an eyebrow as he settles down next to Eddie, drawing the model pieces away from Eddie to sit in front of him instead, “but it takes real wisdom to know when to call in the experts.”

He plucks the wall Eddie’s attempting to position from his fingertips, flipping it around and slotting it in place, right where it belongs. Eddie has the passing thought that maybe he should feel a little bit like he’s failing, needing Buck to come help him assemble his own kid’s design; he doesn’t, though. There was a twinge of it–when he was sitting here alone, staring at the pieces laid out on the coffee table, trying to make sense of it all–but calling Buck never feels like admitting defeat. It hasn't for a long, long time. 

“Sorry to drag you over here. I’m sure you have better things to do on your 48 off,” Eddie says, not really meaning a word of it until–“Shit, you didn’t have plans with Natalia, did you?”

Buck looks away from the model pieces for the first time since he sat down, his gaze dropping into his lap. On his next inhale, his face cracks into a rueful smile Eddie’s seen too many times before. Maybe it's a little presumptuous to think he can read Buck’s insecurities in the tilt of his mouth, but Eddie’s pretty sure Buck can read him the same way.

“No, I, uh–” he stutters out, and Eddie wants to scream at the world for putting him through this, whatever it turns out to be this time, on top of everything else. “I think that’s probably over. Kameron showed up at my place while we were having dinner, and I had just had to tell her about Taylor, and we had run into Lucy the other night, and–I don’t know. Seemed like maybe it was too much for her.”

Seems like I was too much for her, Buck doesn’t say, but Eddie reads it in the wobble of his not-quite-right smile and the sadness behind his eyes.

“Anyways,” Buck says with a grin, a real one this time, “that’s why I was so glad you called.” 

Eddie’s heart doesn’t skip in his chest, because what the hell would that say about him? Buck barrels on, “Kameron showed up at the loft looking for a place to stay–don’t ask, she was freaking out so much she wasn’t speaking in full sentences; except, conveniently, to tell me she really needed pickles; but I don’t know what’s happening with her and Connor–and then passes out in my bed, so I was stuck on the couch, and it sucks, Eddie, it’s so uncomfortable.”

“Well,” Eddie replies smoothly, somehow–despite the fact that he’d barely registered the majority of Buck’s run-on sentence, still stuck on the way his own breath hitched when he thought Buck had meant he was glad Eddie asked him to come over because–not important. There’s a bigger task at hand. “Glad I can offer you mine, at least,” Eddie says, gesturing at the couch, “for the small price of helping me put my kid’s genius plans together.”

“Like I wouldn’t do that anyway,” and Buck’s smiling so wide as he props the last wall up, it makes Eddie’s chest ache. Why is his chest aching? 

“Task at hand,” Buck says, nodding down at the level’s four walls he’s holding in place, “where’s the glue?”

“Epoxy,” Eddie says, grabbing it off the table and uncapping it, bringing it down to the point where the balsa walls meet the plastic base they’re building on, “I ran into Marisol, that woman whose house we helped fix up last fall, at the hardware store. She said this one ‘works like magic.’” 

As Eddie draws the little tube around the base of the four walls, hands slipping under and around Buck’s while they hold them steady, Buck goes suspiciously silent. Eddie glances up at Buck hovering over him, where he's now leaning awkwardly over the table to reach the model where Buck had pulled it in front of himself. There’s a funny look on Buck’s face where it looks down at Eddie, and this time he can't quite interpret the emotion behind it.

“It’s not magic,” Buck says, a little more pointedly than Eddie would expect for his usually whimsical nature, “It’s chemistry. I read about it a few weeks ago, when Chris was building that model water molecule for his science class out of styrofoam–we didn’t know why super glue wasn’t working and I went down a rabbit hole–anyways, its,” and he inhales, for the first time since he started talking, “it thermosets, that’s why it’s so strong. It’s chemistry.”

Forged in fire, Eddie thinks, and he doesn’t know what to do with that.

#featuring extensive run on sentences as I grapple with trying to capture their voices #I havent written in a long long LONG time and never fic so #idk! hope its good! #PSA: this is not the correct order of operations when assembling a scale model #and also I don’t actually know the science of epoxy and I wasn't gonna try to figure it out #911 fox #911 spoilers #buddie #buddie fic #bean writes

[tennessoui]

"This was never right" from the prompt list? 💖

hey hi hello!!! thank you for sending this in!! this (like the last few) are based on a tumblr au: professor can-fuck-me, which does not have a fic of its own but probably could have a discombobulated one shot at this point because this lil ficlet puts the total word count over 8k oops

anyway bit nsfw but not much; sort of implies again that they got together a bit before they should have (they slept together a few weeks before the class was over, while obi-wan was still his professor) so be careful if that's a squick for you!

(1.5k)

“I think you’ve got a good thesis,” Obi-Wan leans back in his chair, tucking the red pen in his hand behind his ear. He’s taken off his glasses at some point in the last thirty minutes, which becomes very inconvenient when he goes to push them up his nose and almost hits his eyes.

God, he’s too tired for this. He and Anakin had stayed up much too late into the night yesterday, at first fighting and then fucking the fight out of each other only to go to bed still upset. He’d forgotten until his alarm had gone off at eight in the morning and Anakin had hit him with his pillow to get him to turn it down that he’d scheduled back to classes office hours every Friday morning for the first month of school.

So now here he is, nursing a bit of a hangover, his third cup of coffee, and trying to remember if the shirt he fished out of his closet would hide the hickies he knows Anakin had left on his neck.

The student in front of him is frowning down at her paper. It’d been a miracle to see someone had already started the assignment he’d given the end of the second week of classes, as it’s due right before fall break, but upon reading her work, he sort of understands. He’s trying to find a polite way to say Complete doesn’t mean viable, but before he can, there’s a knock on his office door. 

“Sorry,” Anakin Fucking Skywalker says cracking the door open a bit, “only it’s been thirty minutes, and I sort of need to talk to Professor Kenobi? Oh, is that your paper? Which short stories have you chosen to write on? I’m stuck between two.”

Obi-Wan gapes at him as the girl flushes bright red and fumbles through an answer, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Oh, that’s a wicked dichotomy between themes there,” Anakin tells her. Obi-Wan isn’t even sure he knows what those words mean, but the girl turns even more red and jumps up with a flustered apology for taking so much of the professor’s time, and a loose-ended question as to whether or not she’ll see Anakin in class later, perhaps they could talk more about the essay prompt?

Because, of course, Anakin looks like a college student. Because, of course, in June he had been one. He’d been in Obi-Wan’s sodding class, and he’s been hanging around his house all summer—considering that he sort of lives there now—so of course he’d heard the different drafts of that prompt enough to fake his way through a brief conversation. Obi-Wan doesn’t think he’s ever read a short story in his life.

“Yeah, you bet,” Anakin tells her with a smirk, holding the door open so that she has to duck under his arm to leave. “I’ll see you around.”

Obi-Wan is livid. Obi-Wan is so livid he doesn’t know if he should try standing because if he’s any closer to Anakin Skywalker right now, he’s going to try and strangle him. “That was completely inappropriate,” he snaps. “What are you even doing here?”

“Proving to you that I listen when you talk,” Anakin lilts, locking the door and coming to stand in front of the desk. “Professor.”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan warns. “You shouldn’t be here. You’ve no reason to be on campus anymore, let alone visiting me during my office hours, let alone interrupting a meeting with one of my students so you can take up my time and—”

“I remember meetings with you when I was one of your students,” Anakin murmurs, sitting on the edge of his desk and propping himself up with a hand over the middle of his papers. He leans forward and takes the red pen out from behind Obi-Wan’s ear. “You’ll forgive me from wondering what you were doing behind another closed door.”

Obi-Wan stands, and his hands are shaking with anger directed solely at his partner, who in the last few weeks has simply become unbearable. Picking fights. Prodding. Needling. Going for blood.

“Leave,” Obi-Wan tells him hoarsely. “This isn’t right.” He means that it’s not right for Anakin to be here now, for him to drag any and all personal issues into his workplace, into his office. It’s not right for Anakin to make him lose his mind like this, it’s not right that his hands have already migrated to his hips, it’s not right how much he loves this impossible man as much as he hates him in this moment.

“Professor,” Anakin murmurs, looping his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck, “this was never right.”

Obi-Wan kisses him half to shut him up and half because he can’t not kiss him when he’s wandered into his office practically begging for a kiss. There’s a lot he thinks he’s probably fucking up in this relationship, but he knows how to kiss Anakin.

Anakin, despite everything else, knows how to kiss him as well.

His boyfriend moans and arches into him, adjusts the angle so that he’s standing in between his spread thighs, sucking on his tongue and making noises that are far too loud for the current venue. It’s like—it’s like he wants to be caught. It’s lke he wants everyone to know.

Obi-Wan separates himself with difficulty from his boyfriend’s lips, pulling back to study his face.

Anakin’s eyes flutter open just as reluctantly, mouth slightly parted and spit slick.

“You remember the sort of things you told me here?” Obi-Wan mutters lowly to try and keep all arousal from his voice. “Back before I was even close to breaking. Few months in. Anything that was troubling you, anything you were trying to work through.”

“You’re a good listener, Professor,” Anakin replies, licking his lips. One hand falls to rest on his shoulder, the other to resst on the small of his back, fingers skirting the line of his ass. Obi-Wan barely resists the urge to roll his eyes. His partner loves any and every chance to feel him up.

“I’m listening now, Anakin,” he tells him, catching his chin in a bid to force eye contact. “Has something been troubling you?”

Anakin blinks at him and then his face breaks open and his mouth scrunches up and his eyes squeeze closed and when he opens them again, they’re spilling over with wetness. With tears. “I didn’t get the job,” he cries even as Obi-Wan guides him forward so he can press his head against his neck. “I was so close, I was in the—the final stages—but they went with someone else, and I really thought I would, I really thought this was the one, but they didn’t want me—”

Obi-Wan hushes him gently, soothing his hand down the planes of Anakin’s back. “It happens, darling,” he murmurs into Anakin’s curls. “Is this why you’ve been so horrible, love?”

It’s a testament to how upset Anakin is that he doesn’t immediately say anything to protest that, just shrugs weakly and tries to nuzzle closer. “It’s—it’s September, and you said that I should move in for the summer but it’s September now, and I didn’t get the job because they didn’t want me and I can’t think about you not wanting me without my chest getting all tight so I keep—I just need you to say it, alright, I need to hear it.”

“I love you,” Obi-Wan replies, nonplussed. He tells Anakin he loves him all the time, almost every time he thinks it, which is truly a staggering amount of times.

“No,” Anakin says, which isn’t usually what he says in response to that declaration. “No, I mean—if you want me to leave. I need you to—you can’t just…just wait for me to get the message, alright, I…I cling.”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan pulls back. This is a feat, considering how tightly Anakin’s arms are latched around him. “Anakin, darling, I don’t want you to leave. Ever. I love you. I love having you with me. Every place I am, I want you to be there as well.” 

Anakin sniffles and wipes his wet face all over the shoulder of Obi-Wan’s shirt. He really loves a horrible person, he thinks with something like awe and infinite patience coursing through him. “That’s not true,” he mutters.

“It is,” Obi-Wan disagrees immediately. “It—”

“You just said I shouldn’t be in your office during your office hours,” Anakin points out, sitting back and wiping a hand over his eyes to get rid of the last of his tears. “So which is it?”

Obi-Wwan stares at his impossible boy. But, well, Anakin had come all the way out here to see him, and he’d been so vulnerable and achingly sweet. Perhaps he should be rewarded with equal honesty. “Darling, if you don’t think I’d rather kiss you until our lips are raw here on this desk like this than read shitty, cobbled-together essays from some student obviously aiming for a recommendation letter, then I don’t know what to tell you.”

Anakin tilts his head forward so that his next words are breathed against Obi-Wan’s lips. “Prove it, then.” he murmurs. “Professor."

#asks #prompt fill #professor can fuck me au #you know if this was an ao3 they'd have gotten waay more hot and heavy before they started talking #but most of this blog is more sfw than not lol #love me a switch professor au tho tbh #not extremely relevant here but also an element of this au thats always on my mind <3 #obikin

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

WIP Behind the Scenes

The Secret Portal Backstory

Ok it's been a while since I've posted one of these cause this got buried in my drafts and I low-key forgot about it. I wanted to make a master list and realized I had one post left oops.

Anyways, let's do it now

Last time, I went into Draft Three of TSP, and I teased Draft Four, the first valid draft.

I spent a good chunk of my time in my eighth grade year writing. Mainly starting projects and never finishing them. Idea after idea I would get on paper and abandon with writer's block. The furthest I got was my Warriors cats fanfic (you wanna read-aloud of that? I have all of it starting here on my TikTok that I don't update but it's there)

But toward May, I had no more ideas. I was stuck.

But I remembered TSP. I thought to myself, why not start again? This time, it will be different.

Overview on my website that I don't really update anymore but it's still there.

Immediate changes from Draft Three:

I finally scrapped that stupid metal detector (yes that's been a thing this whole time)

Alexia went by Lexi full time

Aurora's name changed to Ash and her siblings are not that relevant

Three side characters evolved into main characters: Gwen, Noelle, and Rose. Will get into them later.

Quincey Moon became Jedi Moon, William Nightingale became Carmen Asghar; neither of them sorcerers or evil (morally gray though)

A lot bigger cast, multi-perspective, generally huge overhaul of plot

Can't exactly go into more in just an overview, but TSP suddenly escalated into something more complicated than I ever dreamed possible and only continued to do so.

#writing blog #writers on tumblr #writing community #the secret portal #tsp #teaspoon #behind the scenes #writers of tumblr #writing on tumblr #writeblr community #writeblr #my wip #tsp backstory

[project-aphelion]

05.24.2023 - Chapter 7

Word Count

> Chapter 7: 4632

> Total: 41464

Whale whale whale. The last time I updated was in June 2022. It’s basically been a whole year. What happened? I’m glad you asked!

First: I was just getting kinda tired or and burnt out by this story. It’s quite large and there’s quite a bit of intricate worldbuilding and backstories that weave through the narrative, so it uses up a Lot of my problem-solving brainpower. I got stuck in chapters 6 and 7 and couldn’t get unstuck, so I decided it was time to take a break from APHELION.

Second: But that doesn’t mean I stopped writing! I moved onto my backup wip, SUDDENCE, which is much smaller in scale and much shorter. I thought of it as my breath of fresh air, and I reasoned that if I managed to finish a draft of it, it would make me realize that i CAN write a whole story, and I would get a new surge of motivation and confidence for APHELION.

And what do ya know! I finished draft 2 of SUDDENCE last week! It clocks in at 49k words (which is more than what APHELION has so far, which is. wild) and it taught me a valuable lesson: KEEP IT SUPER SIMPLE. My problem with APHELION was that it was much, much, much too complicated for no good reason, and I had to learn how to pare things back.

That’s something I kinda knew for a while, but working on SUDDENCE really just drove it home, and it gave me practice for how to simplify things.

What’s Different?

So anyway! I know I skipped Chapter 6 (oops) but I finished Chapter 7, which is Rian’s chapter. In this one, he struggles with the idea of running away and having his own life vs. staying and helping ~save the world~. “Saving the world sounds pretty noble, why would he run from that?” BECAUSE you see the people he works with (or rather, for) may not have entirely noble intentions and helping them might end up (and did) hurt people. And Rian doesn’t want that on his conscience! But if he runs away, he loses his avenue to do good to the world because he’s just a 13-year-old kid. He doesn’t have the resources and know-how to run around and perform miracles. Plus, he hates being on his own. This kid’s got a lot going on.

Changed:

The entire second half of the chapter was changed. Originally Rian is asked to perform an interrogation with his superpowers, and it goes on for a while, and it leads to this whole thing of him accidentally implicating Cay etc etc ANYWAY that was the part that was definitely too complicated for no reason, so now Rian just pretends he has a headache and manages to get out of doing it. The whole thing about Cay was just taken out entirely (it was too plot-conveniency anyway).

I also rearranged the general order of events. Can’t go too much into it because #spoilers.

Excerpt! Here’s Rian and Holly, AKA his only friend in the world.

Holly sighed through her nose and brushed the hair out of his eyes. “I’m sorry, Ri. I know you don’t feel well. Eat as much as you can, alright? I can help you eat the rest.” She tugged at one of his curls, frowning slightly. “And then we can do something about this hair—”

“I don’t want to cut it.” The words came out stuck together like jam. He felt awful for talking back, and he didn’t know why. Just yesterday he had threatened to shoot her. Why did this feel like crossing a line?

“You don’t want to cut it?” Holly tucked the lock of hair behind his ear. “What about just a little trim? So we can get this”—she drew her finger across his brow, sweeping the hair once more out of his eyes— “out of the way? Would that be alright?”

Rian didn’t see a point in arguing, so he nodded.

Holly smiled. “Okay, then. Now eat your breakfast. It’s good, I promise.”

His breakfast is pancakes, btw.

Up next: finishing Chapter 6. It’s actually mostly done, and there’s just a bit of action in the middle I have to figure out. This is a loooong one.

In other news: I’m rereading the Grisha Trilogy now that I finally got my hands on physical copies. My kinda odd opinion is that while everyone seems to hate how slow and political the second book is, I kinda like that aspect. I think Bardugo is veryyyy good at political intrigue, which is why I liked the first half of King of Scars but not the second half and why I probably will never finish that duology.

C’est tout!

-Emily

#uh oh what are my tags again it's been so long #aphelion #aphelion edit updates #emily edits aphelion #writeblr #writing update

[mickey-gomez]

Mulberry Street

Chapter 5 of Fade Into You.

Word Count: 5002 (oops she’s a long one sorry)

Warnings/Tags: Angst, hints of smut and fluff, alcohol consumption, family anxiety, imposter syndrome, hint of generalised anxiety. 

Pairing: Rita/Reader

A/N: Ok so this one is quite dialogue heavy, not necessarily my strong suit, but hoping this chapter serves as one to push the story further along. Uses dialogue and story from SVU 2x01. Also hoping this chapter shows more insight into Rita’s move from an ADA to a Defense Attorney. As well as the beginnings of Y/N and Rita’s relationship. 

This has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I’ve been hesitant to post it. But here goes nothing!

Covers the “This is the part where you ask me out & I say yes”  square of Katt’s birthday bingo @storiesofsvu​ 

The larger part of your morning had been spent in the audience of the Morris Commission with Alex, as you observed Captain Cragen’s verbal dressing down and pummelling over his leadership of the unit. 

The pair of you quickly stood from your seats as the captain strode past you, and you both extended your hands as you introduced yourselves. He rolled his eyes in both of your directions and swiftly marched past you. The pair of you quickly followed suit, trying not to trip over your shoes and words as you chased after him. 

It wasn’t news that you were both new to the office, but the last thing you wanted was for that to become starkly apparent. 

“Let’s not start off on the wrong foot here, our assignment to SVU preceded the behavioural problems under your command.” Alex spoke first, and you winced internally at her choice of wording. Immediately recognising that she had fouled things between the three of you as you watched the captain’s jaw tighten and then square harshly. 

“Who do you sleep with Ms Grant? Ms Cabot? Are you both so new at this that you haven’t run into somebody you’d like to skip due process with?” Cragen uttered sternly, you opened your mouth to interject, a feeble attempt to rectify the current situation, but he continued his deliverance, ignoring both of your attempts to cut in. “I’ll apprise you both asap, if asap can be tomorrow. You understand I have behavioural issues.” 

“Certainly” you smiled politely before he turned and marched off.

“Breakfast then?” Alex called out after him, a smug smirk plastered on her face. She crossed her arms and curled her lips, almost as if she was pleased with herself. 

“Behavioural problems? What is wrong with you?” You hit her arm, your eyes wide and angry. 

“I was trying to be polite” she sniggered and raised her eyebrows as her lips curled further in self amusement and satisfaction. 

“I’m sure that’s what you were doing” you rolled your eyes, “C’mon I’ve already got the case files from the past year, and the entire unit’s jackets”. You walked off down the hallway and she strode in her heels to catch up with you.

“How did you manage that?” she asked in shock, eyes wide and burning with curiosity. 

“You catch more flies with honey Alex” you sighed loudly as you entered the elevator. You wanted to throttle her, she had just ruined your introduction to your new captain, and you realised that she might be so clueless and utterly unaware, as to realise how important it was to maintain a good working relationship with your squad. That she could be under the impression that they worked for you, instead of realising you were to coexist, that you needed to build a partnership that was cultivated upon mutual respect and hard work. 

You took a deep breath as you tried to subdue your anger. She had been immensely insensitive and disrespectful with her words, and overall demeanour, she had quite literally stuck her foot in it. 

You thought if it was anyone else you would have berated them, rebuked and chastised them in front of the court audience, but it was Alex, and you knew she was just as eager as you were to hit the ground running. So blindly zealous and eager to make a name for herself, but she was travelling down the wrong path, whether or not she realised that. 

You pinched the bridge of your nose as the elevator doors closed, a feeble attempt to prevent the looming headache you knew was due to strike any moment. 

-----

The remainder of your morning was spent in your office, inhaling coffee as you poured over the files, reading every line, jotting down small notes on your legal pad, fastening sticky notes and tabs along the edges of the endless pages. Walking down the hall into Alex’s office every so often to confer with her, the pair of you exchanging notes and swapping out files. 

You stretched out your arms and chest, yawning as you extended your arms out, your joints clicking as you rolled them. A groan leaving your lips as your spine popped, your bones snapping into place. Sighing you ran your hands over your face, you couldn’t believe how tired you were already, only this far in, with what felt like a lifetime to go. 

You closed yet another case file, and your hands hastily reached for your hours old coffee, sighing as you held the mug up only to find it empty and stained. You placed it back down on the edge of your desk and your eyes cast over to the gift that sat alongside, the pencils tied neatly in a bow. You had been thinking of her all morning, even when it felt so entirely inconvenient, flashes of her entered your mind. You had thought of her when traversing the court steps, when sitting on the wooden pews during the commission hearing, when you had trudged through the endless halls, and even as you had poured coffee. Your mind flickered and shon with images of her, vivid and profound as they played.

You smiled softly as you looked at the gift, and you reached your hand forward, almost hesitantly as your fingers hovered over your desk phone. You had yearned to pick up the phone and call her since your return to the city, and yet each time you had gone to do so, you had hesitated and allowed your fear and anxiety to take hold. 

You debated internally with yourself as your hand gripped onto the receiver. Was it too late? Would she want to hear from you?  She wouldn’t have sent the gift if she didn’t want to, right?. 

You went back and forth before forcing yourself to shill the self doubt, knowing that you were bound to run into her in the halls at some point, and you punched in her extension number. It rang only for a moment before it was picked up on the other end. 

“ADA Calhoun’s office” you recognised the voice almost instantly. 

“Hey Angela, it’s Y/N” 

“Y/N! How’s your first week treating you?” Rita’s assistant greeted you cheerily through the receiver. 

“Oh you know..” you quipped and she let out a low laugh on the other end. “Is she in?” 

“You just missed her I’m afraid. Did you need something? She’s got a spare thirty minutes later this afternoon, I could pencil you in..” 

“No, that's alright.” you paused for a moment, wondering what to say next. “Can you just tell her I called?” 

“Of course” 

“Thanks” you exchanged pleasantries, and said your goodbyes before hanging up. You sighed and groaned loudly as you leaned forward in your chair, running your palm over your forehead, you leaned forward and quickly flicked your wrist to check the time on your watch. 

You stood abruptly to cross the small room to retrieve your coat and purse. Shaking your head and running your fingers through your hair as you did so. “Get it together“ you spoke aloud to yourself, the sound of your small voice bouncing off the walls, almost as if it was haunting you. 

----- 

You walked briskly along Mulberry street until you arrived at Il Cortile, you hadn’t stepped foot inside the restaurant in years, but it afforded you some comfort that it hadn’t changed one bit. The same copper penny tiles lined the floors out into the courtyard, accompanied by the same frayed wooden bar. You recognised the same staff working, who had done so for years, and how the ivy had grown further up the brick since your last visit. It almost mirrored your return to the city, so much had remained the same, and yet as you walked in further; so much had inevitably grown and changed. 

Stepping further inside the room, you followed the path out into the courtyard. Your eyes scanned the space, seeking out the familiar face of your father, ready to meet him for lunch. The one that he’d organised and promised you for your first official day as an assistant district attorney. 

A flash of hair caught your attention in your peripheral vision, and you turned to look further to your left, your eyes scouring the open room, you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw who it was.

Rita glanced up from her phone and smiled at you. Everything seemed to slow down as your eyes met, as if it was the first time you laid eyes on her. Your heart beat just as fast as when you had first stayed up late speaking to her, indulging in far too much wine, when she had quizzed you and brushed the hair off your face, the tips of her fingers lingering on your cheek. 

Your stomach fluttered and your mouth dried as your eyes remained glued to the others’. You flicked your tongue out to run over your lips, your bottom one meeting your teeth as you roughly bit down. An attempt of a harsh reminder for yourself, to pull yourself together, to walk forwards and towards her. 

Rita looked fixedly at your mouth, before flicking her eyes up to meet yours, and you felt yourself becoming more flustered as you timidly approached the table, your eyes narrowing in confusion at the sight of her. 

“What are you doing here?” you stammered out with hesitancy and a sense of newfound frenzy, as you stood at the edge of the table. 

“The same as you I presume. He’s running ten minutes late by the way” she nodded with her head, an indication for you to sit. 

“Oh.. right” you shook your head lightly in realisation as you took a seat across from her. Shucking off your heavy coat and draping it over the back of your chair. 

“Drink?” She asked as she flagged down the waiter. 

“Just water” you ducked your head and reached for the glass in front of you. 

“It’s your first day. Surely you can indulge a glass of celebratory champagne” she declared, and you as you went to open your mouth to speak in protest, she shushed you, and you realised she was already placing the order.

It was silent for a few moments as she finished the order and put away her phone. You took a generous sip from your water glass and lifted your eyes back up to meet hers. 

“Thank you for the gift. I can’t believe you remembered that from all those years ago..” you murmured and she smiled softly, an all knowing smile, one that said you were foolish to question that she wouldn’t have remembered. 

“Figured you’d need the school supplies.” she shrugged her shoulders playfully, her eyes gleaming in delight, as she raised her perfectly curved eyebrows in pure zest. 

You laughed softly to yourself, she had remembered the exact scene from the film, and your conversation that had followed on that cold winter night. The same night where you’d stayed up until the early hours of the morning, conversing as you dissected the other, eyes looking over the tops of wine glasses, murmurs of truths uttered as you stretched out on the lounges. Your guilt simmering below the surface as Alex slept soundly upstairs, as your eyes flicked to the others’. Whether or not you were ready to admit it, that night had been your undoing, it sparked what would turn into a long run emotional affair. 

Bringing yourself back to the present, you smiled as your laughter subsided. The meaning behind the gift, despite her current teasing, still held an overwhelming amount of sincerity and warmth, and your heart beat faster as you now sat across the table from her. 

“We can’t have you writing in pen just yet” she teased further, her wit and vigour shining through, the one that always acted as her understudy. You realised she must have been just as nervous as you were to see her, she was throwing out bait in the hopes that you’d bite, in the hopes of exchanging playful verbal sparring instead of truly talking. Instead of giving her what she wanted, of giving in so easily to her playful taunts, of taking the bait, you merely rolled your eyes in an over dramatic fashion.

“So SVU huh? I see you’re already being punished” her laughter lilted through as she spoke, and instead of playing along, playing into it and giving her the smart rebuttal she desired, you felt yourself shrinking into your chair, your underlying anxiety now spiked and your nerves on a razor’s edge.

“So it is a punishment, isn’t it? I knew it” you snapped, uttering the words out suddenly and without realisation, quickly fiddling with your hands on the surface of the table. 

“Hey I was just kidding, is everything alright? No one’s giving you a hard time in the office are they?” She reached forward, grabbing your hands, stopping you from picking at the torn skin around your fingernails. She lowered her head, her eyes seeking out yours, a blend of compassion and concern washing over her. She knew she had pushed your buttons just that small bit too far, what had been playful prodding had now become personal, she had struck a nerve. 

“No it’s nothing like that. I just..” you shuddered as you diverted your gaze from hers, her hands giving yours a gentle and tight squeeze.  “I guess I thought it’d feel different, better somehow..” You sighed and silence settled across the table between the two of you, as she took a moment to think before she spoke again. 

“It goes away you know” she hummed softly, leaning further inward, her eyes searching yours once more. Her thumbs running along the soft skin of the back of your hands. 

“What does?” You glanced upwards, your voice soft and frail like as your eyes caught a glimpse of hers. Your voice was so faint, almost as if it had betrayed you, and as your mind began to race once more you took a deep breath in an attempt to stifle it. 

“That sinking feeling in your stomach, the one that’s marinating with that fearful voice in your head that’s telling you that you don’t belong.”  She spoke softly and her hands gripped yours tighter. “You focus so much on what you should feel instead of what you actually feel”. 

Part of you was amazed, astounded even, that she had read you so well. That she had intricate knowledge of your mind and knew exactly what to say to ease your stresses and restlessness. Then you remembered that she did this for a living, and that she was well renowned in your field, not just for her crafting of arguments, but for her noteworthy abilities that were shown during cross examinations and questioning. 

You ripped your hands from hers when the waiter appeared at the head of the table with your drinks. Your head swam as you wondered if she was being genuine and true, or if she was merely appeasing you, manipulating you to gain what she wanted. But you weren’t that easily deceived, right? 

“Cheers” you exclaimed loudly as you grasped at the champagne flute and forcefully clinked your glasses together. “Fake it ‘til you make it right?” You shrugged and forced a tight lipped smile, attempting to end the conversation, to put an end to any further shedding of vulnerability, not wanting to appear weak for her to only exploit it.  

“Stop doing that” her eyes narrowed and her voice hardened, in what seemed like irritation that flowed with a sense of authority. 

“Doing what?” 

“Shoving everything down.. Trying to compartmentalise everything into these neat little boxes. Stop beating yourself up so much.” her voice raised, and she pulled herself back, lowering her tone and sighing before continuing. “You know you’ve never had to fake it, there’s too much fire and passion under that hard shell of yours. You’ll run rings around all those other attorneys, they know it and you know it too.” 

“You think so?” you asked quietly, your voice fearful. As if she had clicked her fingers, you were back under her spell. 

“I know so.. So pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and stroll in there and snatch what you want.. Take it.” She accentuated the last two words of her speech, and you mulled over it, wondering now if you were still discussing work, or something else entirely. 

You took a large sip from your glass, the champagne running straight to your head. The air seemed to have shifted between the two of you, settling with a different fabric than which you had started with. The shift afforded you with a newly found confidence, and you found yourself taking her advice. 

You weren’t sure if it was her words, the champagne or the adrenaline coursing through your veins, but something had pushed you, verve and vigour on your tongue.

“Take it?” You asked, crooning as you brushed your eyes up to meet hers once more. There was now an unwavering fire that was burning beneath both of you. Your eyes remained trained on the other, like two animals starved, willing and ready to devour their prey. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip and bit into the supple flesh as it met your teeth. 

“Ah” she smirked, “There she is”. It was almost as if she felt pleased with herself, self satisfied that she had pushed you and finally received a worthy joust in return, even more seemingly pleased that you had returned it with a hint of lust.

She ran her eyes over the length of you, and the energy simmered between you. You leaned further forward, both of your peripheral spaces now seemingly invaded. You took everything she had said on board, all the praise and constructive criticism at once. And as your cheek brushed hers, you felt yourself inviting her in. 

“You want to know what I want?” You hummed close to her ear, your bodies drawing closer together, almost as if you were inevitably drawn to one another, tantalising and so utterly magnetic in your movements. 

“Tell me” she purred, and just as you took a shuddering breath, parting your lips to answer her, the sound of footsteps approaching and a figure in your peripheral vision caused you both to pull away. 

“Sorry I’m late, meeting in chambers ran late. '' Your father bellowed before sliding into the seat next to yours. You quickly swallowed the breath you’d been holding, and felt yourself dramatically cool. A wave of shame and a pang of immorality washed over you. You scrunched your nose up, and forced a tight lipped smile to grace your lips. 

“Nice of you to finally join us” you said in jest, forcefully redirecting both of your attentions, as Rita quickly sunk back into her seat. 

----

You forced the pasta around the plate with your fork never truly taking a bite, as the conversation between the three of you went on. 

“You know she’s entertaining the idea of switching over to the dark side..” your father grumbled before taking another bite of his food. He went to speak again and you shushed him loudly, holding up a flat palm in his direction, an indication for him to be quiet. You whipped around, rapidly glancing back to Rita across the table. 

“You’re not seriously entertaining the idea of working defense are you?!” You were almost in disbelief, wanting it not to be true, for her answer to assure you of that. 

“Hey!” She raised her arms in the air, hands up in mock surrender. “The money is a lot better, and I’d know exactly what I was getting into. Less late nights spent pouring over files. No more homicide cases hastily thrown across my desk, no more political games and coups. Don’t get me wrong.. I voted for Schiff, but I didn’t vote for Lewin and my patience is waning thin with the pissing contest between Branch and McCoy as to who takes over.” 

“So you are going to leave then?” you uttered suddenly, shock and gall evident in your voice and in the way your palms hit the table. 

“I’m entertaining a few offers” she was quiet as she spoke, taking a long sip from the glass of scotch in front of her. Almost as if she had been anticipating this, that at one point or another during your lunch that she’d need to defend herself. 

“All that time. College and then law school, clerking for him, rising through the ranks.. all to defend tax frauds and murderers?” You asked in pure disbelief, a small sense of anger rising in your throat, resentment and hurt evident in your tone. 

You knew you had no right to be angry, or to question her and her choices, but a selfish part of you felt that you were entitled to. She wasn’t just another friend, just another cog in the wheel that was the district attorney’s office. She was brilliant, and so very mesmerising. She was the envy of all ADA’s, so starkly remarkable in her work, the sort of attorney you looked up to and crossed your fingers that you’d one day emulate. 

You had been a part of one another’s lives for a number of years now, had spent many holidays and late nights conversing over constitutional law, with federal statutes and a diverse mix of hypothetical questions thrown in. With such intense conversations about law and justice, it now felt that all of those late night discussions were lies, deceptions, fabrications, meaningless even. It made you think that every word out of her mouth had been a carefully crafted lie, that every moment shared together had been a lie. 

“Everyone is entitled to the best defence they can afford.” She sighed as she continued to defend herself. “I've learnt that the hard way, and you will too. Give it time, we’ll be having a different conversation next year” 

“So this is about the money?” You racked your mind as to why she’d do this, relent on all of her principles, ones you thought you knew to be so inherently true, coupled to her core.

“Something like that” she smirked over the rim of her glass.  

“Rafael and I are trying to talk her out of it. But you know what she’s like. Her mind is already made up.” Your father droned on, and you ignored him as you and Rita continued your bickering. 

“So Instead of making a difference you’re going to act as a hindrance to justice?” you scoffed and she laughed, the sound of it only incensing you further. 

“What hindrance? You think everything is so simple, it’s not as black and white as you think. There’s so many shades of grey, give it some time, we’ll come back to this conversation in a year or two’s time, and you’ll see it’s not as straightforward as you’re currently viewing it.” 

“Oh bullshit!” you exclaimed, your face contorting tightly as your cheeks heated and you threw your hands out in dismissal.  

“We’ll make a shark of you yet” she laughed throatily before bringing her palms up to her face, running them over the expansive skin, allowing the last of her laughter to leave her body before gazing intently at you. 

You wanted to be angry at her over it, over her baiting you into the verbal sparring, over her choices, over all of it. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do so, even now you still found her charming and ever so mesmerising, fascinating even. 

-----

“I was sorry to hear about you and Alex” She voiced once you were alone again. 

“Oh yeah.. I’m sure you were” you rolled your eyes and shot her a playful grin, she smirked over the top of her new mug of coffee, taking a generous sip even as your eyes stayed trained on the others’. 

“Have you been doing ok?” 

“Yeah.. I mean all things considered. In a way it was a blessing that it happened well before finals and the bar exam, it gave me time to lick my wounds before focusing on the end goal.” You spoke honestly, and the smirk didn’t leave her during the small entirety of your words. 

“What?” You asked, feeling a rising blush travelling up your skin as her gaze stayed intently trained on you, her lips upturned into a grin and her tongue darted out to meet her lips before her teeth tightly gripped onto her bottom lip. 

“Nothing” she sung, lightly shaking her head. You raised your eyebrows and gave her an all knowing look, pushing her to untangle herself further, to voice her thoughts. “It’s just nice to see you like this again.. that fire in you. That one I was pushing you for earlier. It’s been hiding underneath it all” she raised her hand in your direction, outstretched and pointed. 

“Well like you said, it’s always been there” you struck back. She was baiting you once more, and instead of hiding again, you met her in sparring. 

“Yes.. yes it has” she laughed lightly before a small instance of silence hung over you both.

“So shall we stick to eyefucking across dining tables? Or are you finally going to ask me out?” You let out, watching the way her expressive eyes simmered. 

“Wasn’t sure if you wanted me to or not” She shrugged nonchalantly, but you had been watching her, and had seen the fire that had simmered and then boiled underneath her eyes, before your lunch had even begun. It had become so sharply clear what you both wanted, but it seemed she was evident on you making the first move. 

“Oh now that I’m finally single you hesitate” you threw your hands up in the air, in mock defiance and ridicule, mimicking her previous actions. Laughing softly as you returned your hands and gaze back to the table. “Just to make things very clear.. Rita, this is the part where you ask me out and I say yes.”

She let out a loud and throaty laugh at your exclamation, and brought her head forward, tilting it and gazing at you as her lips parted to speak. You watched her intently as she ran her tongue over her lips and took a shallow breath. 

“Alright girls, I’ve got to get back to work.” your father’s loud voice startled you both as he returned to your table, pulling you out of your reverie with Rita, for the second time today. 

“Thank you for lunch” you said as you hugged him goodbye. 

“Well it’s your first day, can’t have you starving just yet can we?” He chuckled. “I’ll see you both for dinner on Sunday? Oh and Rita.. don’t let her get lost on her way back.” he uttered loudly and laughed as he walked out, leaving the two of you interrupted and alone once more. 

“Office, court or precinct?” Rita asked in amusement, delighting in the fact that she was entrusted as your chaperone for the five block radius of all three locations. 

“Office, you?” 

“Court but I’ll walk you. C’mon let’s go” she murmured as she held up your coat for you to thread your arms through. 

“You don’t have to, trust me I know the way.” you said indignantly, still holding an air of wit as she held open the restaurant door for you. Once you were both on the sidewalk she thread her arm through yours, and you accepted the seemingly innocent but intimate gesture. 

“Yeah I know but I want to” she sung lightly as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Rita..” you chastised and began to shake your head. 

“Shut up and let me walk you back. There’s a great coffee cart in Columbus Park that I’m in dire need to visit anyway”. And you did as she said, remaining quiet as your arms stayed connected and looped together. 

You both walked along Mulberry Street before crossing into the park, your arms falling out of bond, and as quickly as your arms fell, hands brushed against the others. But as quickly as your arms fell, she grasped your hand, threading her fingers with yours.

Rattling off both of your coffee orders to the cart, glancing over briefly for confirmation. You nodded affirmatively as you squeezed her hand simultaneously, and she smiled, almost stumbling over her words as she gave your orders. 

“So what are you doing on Friday?” she murmured as blew over the open lip of her coffee.

“Dinner with Alex, which will probably turn into take out in one of our offices at this stage.” you uttered with an air of annoyance and sheer fatigue. 

“Should I be jealous?” She smirked, you smacked her arm as you both let out small giggles and airs of laughter with her words. 

“We’re still best friends, you know?” you said as your laughter died down, it was important to you that everyone in your life realised that. Even if you and Rita were to finally become involved, you needed her to know that you and Alex would always remain friends, that you would always be in the others’ life, no matter what had happened and what the future held. 

You had been best friends for nearing eighteen years, and that wasn’t about to change now. Even after your break up, you had promised one another that your long term friendship wouldn’t disperse or melt away. That remained especially pertinent as you worked together in the same department and relied on one another.

“Ok so.. what about Saturday then?” she asked softly, pulling you out of your head.

“All yours” 

“I like the sound of that. It’s a date then” and you both smiled at the thought, your hands gripping tighter as you walked through the park.

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[chayscribbles]

chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ september 2022

oh hey there. haven't done one of these in a while huh.

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: embarrassingly few

projects worked on: Andromeda Rogue, Andromeda Rising, Secret Space WIP :)

proudest accomplishment: ummm i read a lot

books read: The Stray Spirit by R. K Ashwick (aka writeblr's very own @ashen-crest!!!), Fortuna by Kristyn Merbeth, Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir (just started)

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

(i know this is a writing update but i really like putting little reading updates here as well lol. book thoughts in short: Stray Spirit was a 5/5 and very cute and cozy; Fortuna was a 4/5 and is VERY Chaycore with a family of smugglers in space trying to stop an interplanetary war while dealing with their own personal drama; and Nona i've just begun but i am already losing my mind in the best way.)

(maybe if people are interested next time i'll make a separate post for reading updates.)

writing was honestly abysmal this month, i had a few flashes of motivation but most of the time when i sat down to try to write all i would get was a sad trombone noise in my brain. i really hesitated to even make an update for this month but here it is. it's gonna be short.

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE / ANDROMEDA RISING

the climax continues to vex me. every time i think i've figured it out i realize i haven't figured out anything at all. i'm too close to the end for me to give up now but i am sooo frustrated.

i'm hoping to be able to just blitz through this final act during NaNo just to get it over with, but that means i need to actually figure out what the final act looks like so i don't have to think about it in November. so while using October to plan it out would be a good idea i also feel like i should take a prolonged break before November... but i won't be able to relax until i know i have a plan... so basically pain and suffering <3

in the meantime, i've decided, against my better judgement, to start rereading AR1 right away instead of waiting to finish AR3. i'm hoping it might give me a bit of motivation and maybe inspiration for this bit i'm stuck on. (it hasn't, but it has reminded me of bits that i'd forgotten about that are better than i thought they were so that's something i guess.)

☆ COMMENTS: SECRET SPACE WIP

i'm still not ready to talk about this wip on writeblr but in between bouts of AR driving me mad i worked out Secret Space WIP's plot a bit to try to keep myself sane :')

also wrote a few scenes in the first act. i'm already at 7.5k total for this draft oops :')))

if you want ✨exclusive access✨tho you can dm me for the link to my discord server where i have spilled some beans on it ;))

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

sorry for being such a downer in this update. have some FinnPetra Fluff/Angst with no context <3

“Come back to me,” she whispered.

He knew it was foolish to make such a promise, but still, he gently took her hand between his, the best he could in the tangle of leaves, and softly said, “I, Finneas Robyn Becker, swear by the stars that I will do whatever I can to come back to you.” 

A shiver coursed through Petra's body as he completed the ritual by tracing his middle finger down her palm, the pad barely brushing over her skin, then brought her hand up to reverently press her knuckles to his lips.

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andromeda trilogy taglist:

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#chayscribbles writing update #wip andromeda trilogy #wip gemini heist #wip andromeda rogue #wip andromeda rising

[spectralpooch]

hi!! i'm a little too shy to leave a comment on your fic for everyone to see, so i'll put it here: i know that recent additions to canon have had you second guessing your writing and interpretations, but i just got done rereading your fic and i want you to know that i still sincerely believe that your choices are still spot-on! the divergence points thus far aren't as bad as you worry. i think of it simply as "oh, gilles showed up in this timeline!" and "oops, wataru missed keito's visits!" lol

im on the floor. ah. ahuifodijlkgrhgjhlklfhj. i will never recover from this ask. gootbye

i am going to return your love with a pile of my own ramblings, so for everyone else's sake, putting the rest of this ask under the cut!

first off: "i just finished rereading your fic" rereading??? 😭 that behemoth?? that is such a huge honor!!!!! i really hope that it holds up when you read it straight-through like that (not in one sitting i assume, but in a faster time frame than spread out over five months)

"oh, gilles showed up in this timeline!" ah, yes, a fellow gilles truther... it genuinely helped me cope and re-immerse myself in my "canon" when i arbitrarily decided that he was the key point of divergence between my fic and enstars canon. he set the events of blackbird into motion. he is the mastermind. he played wataru and eichi like pawns on a chessboard.

"oops, wataru missed keito's visits!" abhfdghb but fr, where was keito during blackbird? i really had to take a step back and mull over whether i'd missed something vital in pre-established canon--because i was certain that he'd be stuck to eichi's side like glue at this period in time? a possible explanation is that eichi just banned him from visiting... but if that was the case, i wish it'd been stated. because as it stands, it just feels like a plot hole to me </3

ahghh yep, i definitely went through a million stages of grief. i rly felt selfish for personally being disappointed in the new developments while everyone else was freaking out--not because i disliked blackbird/element, but because it was crushing to lose my canon-compliance. i know i've taken liberties with this fic, but i'd really tried my best to stick as closely to canon as possible and work under the pretense that "there's no evidence that things didn't happen this way"

but now that pretense is dead and gone! and i don't have to worry about it anymore. i'm still going to stick as closely to pre-april 2023 canon as possible, but the reality that this fic will never be canon-compliant does relieve some of the pressure i'd put on myself

(there are a couple of things i'm pondering yoinking from the new canon, however! i'm still pondering... but we'll see!)

it really, really, really, truly means everything to me that you still enjoy my plot and characterization. and it's incredibly reassuring that to hear that you think that i'm overblowing the canon divergence in my head. it's very grounding to hear an outside perspective on that, and i appreciate it so much

thank you so much anon ;-; i'm going to cherish these messages forever

also. for anyone reading this: don't save an ask as a draft. tumblr will send it to the shadow realm, never to be seen or heard from again. don't even bother looking for it. it's gone.

if it's an anonymous ask, you'll just have to copy+paste the text and send it to yourself. and feel like a complete fool.

#ask

[zmwrites]

Tag: 2022 Writer Wrap-Up!

I was tagged by @whimsyqueen​! Thank you! And please ignore that I’m filling this well into February.

I think these were originally for fanfic writers or writers who write short fiction, so my answers might be boring lol. Also please forgive if I reference things from 2021, as time has congealed into a giant ball since mid-2018.

Total number of completed works: uhhh none? oops. I’m very much a long form writer and I have a full time job so finishing things takes me a while

Total number of WIPs worked on this year: maybe 16? but most of them were just a few lines or developing ideas.

WIPs neglected this year: Indigo Wars Book 1 😬 sry bby. and Remnants which hasn’t been touched in a while.

Fandoms I've written in: none :( all og fiction

Total word count: oh god probably over 80k? maybe over 100k? i should really start keeping track

Looking back, did you write more than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you expected? definitely less. i moved back in with my parents in early 2022 and had a lot of trouble writing after that. i’m hoping to turn that around in 2023 (or move out again to protect my free time).

Did you take any writing risks this year? i started a new wip that centres around a love triangle that becomes a poly triad, and i have genuinely no idea how to write that! the risk did not get very far as i’m now stuck on the set up for the actual plot lol

Do you have any goals for the new year? write more! as i said, 2022 and the first part of 2023 have been really hard in terms of writing and i want to turn that around. i’d also really like to FINALLY finish editing the current draft of Indigo Wars 1 and prep it for querying, then start editing Remnants

Biggest disappointment? probably my overall productivity, i really wanted to write more and it just didn’t happen

Biggest surprise? i started another new world with multiple stories set in it, which i said i wasn’t going to do after how much of a headache the vario world has given me. ah well!

Most popular story of the year? lol Remnants!! people love that story even if i didn’t write anything for it this year

What's your own favourite story of the year? also Remnants i honestly think it might be my best project to date and it makes me doubt all of my other projects

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Indigo Wars!! non of y’all seem to like IW and i don’t know why

Most fun story to write: hmm Just Jane or Open Seas, they’re both absolute delights

Most unintentionally telling story: tbh they’re most telling as a whole, when you realize that almost all of them are about women who think they’re full of rage but are actually full of grief

My favourite part of writeblr this year: my friends!! honestly they’re the reason i stick around even when my creative output is subzero

i’m not going to tag anyone bc of how far into 2023 we are, but if anyone wants to do it, feel free to steal it!

(this also made me realize i finished Remnants over a year ago which is absolutely wild)

#tag games #about me

[heroesriseandfall]

Okay so. Writing update, I did end up committing all the way to NaNoWriMo this year, but the breakdown of my miscellaneous mostly Batfam writing project is hilarious to me, so if you are interested in what my DC writing looked like in November, I did silly math.

The 50,500 words for my project this year was basically whatever writing of my own that I did in November and that I considered enough effort/part of a dedicated something (so not, like, text messages or whatever random thing) to “count” for the project. Most of it was various DC fanfics or casual comics analysis.

Out of the 50k words written for the goal (non-bolded percents are sections included within the percent group right before them):

52% was for my still in progress “miles apart” long fic (basically a canon divergent “what if a lonely place of dying but earlier and no Jason death and lots of early batbros + NTT and also stuff that I want to see more of from that era” fanfic)

But only 37% of my writing was the actual fanfic content.

15% was just me plotting that fanfic (canon divergent long fics take so much to plan ok) and also my in-text notes

Those notes include me wondering/asking future me editing questions such as “check Who’s Who on DCUI to see how tall Victor Stone is compared to Kory” (6’6” vs. 6’4” btw) and “should Gar really be sitting on people as an elephant, how much restraint does he need to have to not kill people??” (maybe he shouldn’t sit on non-invulnerable assassins when he weighs 2-7 tons?) and also “does Dick have a car in NTTv2?” (…I think so??? I would assume? but he seems to take a lot of taxis/fly with Kory instead??)

29% was just me rambling/writing analysis about some of the Batkids. Unsurprising but amusing that I was just rambling about them for 15k.

As part of that rambling, 13% was me figuring out a post-Crisis age timeline for Babs based on comics. Fun and necessary but sometimes agonizing because I have to cite comics I do not like...

More rambling, 10% was me analyzing comics for what pre-Robin Tim’s Batfam obsession looked like based on post-Crisis. It’s relevant to my fanfic, okay!

8% was another (TimBern) fanfic I started because I got stuck on a plot point in the long fic and needed something less plot-heavy.

4% another (WIP) fanfic mostly about Tim & Bruce. unfinished. idk where it is going.

3% writing for college assignments. RIP finals.

2% potentially finishing up a one shot about pre-Robin Jason that I don’t know what to do with (it doesn’t feel done...).

1% possibly finishing the draft of another Dick & Tim fanfic (an angst-heavy Red Robin-era canon divergence).

1% starting a Robin Jason & Dick fanfic that I’m also not sure where to go with (pls I just want them to be cute first brothers).

I must also note that during all of this I was going slightly nuts not having any current projects to write about the women in the Batfam...downside of setting my current main fic smackdab in one of the least gender-diverse era of Batfam (in between Babs retiring Batgirl & becoming Oracle, no less!). Which is how I ended up writing 6.5k of Barbara Gordon timeline. I only lasted that long because I had Donna & Kory for the New Titans parts <3 (I need to add more of them I have another short scene planned)

Anyway. I just found it fun to look at how much I wrote of what in this jumble of a project. I have done NaNoWriMo previously but it had been a while since I really committed to it, so it was fun to actually write this much again. Even if I, uh, probably neglected some schoolwork for it. oops?

None of these fanfics are ready to be posted btw, they are a mess, but progress is progress, and if I do some editing in December, maybe a few will be :)

#nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2022 #my fanfics #batfam #heroesriseandfall #ID in alt text #fanfic #my writing #nano 2022 #fic: miles apart #fic: i will (not) always catch you #fic: rusted #dc

[unsubscribbly]

Oc Loredump #4

This is Kherita / Kerrita. Throughout her development, I've drawn her in many different ways and have changed her name a plethora of times.

I think I might have officially started developing her back in August - September of 2021, making her design around 2 years old. This makes her one of my more recent characters.

She was initially made for a project that I never finished, called "Beyond Her Garden: The Animated Series." Well, at least I think that was the project's name. It was based off of the WoodenToaster song by the same name.

In late September of 2021 I began to design Kerrita's siblings and family members. One of the only that stuck was "Cherrion Taup," who is another instance of me using silly genius names.

The drawing in the image is from last year, and I'm getting back into the phase where I want to draw Kerrita again.

I realize that this post really doesn't include much lore so far. Oops!

I couldn't really stick to one story with Kerrita until late spring of 2022. In a different post, I could go over the previous drafts of both Kerrita's design and her story.

The current story goes something like this:

Kerrita and her family come from an incredibly impoverished town maybe 400 miles from where one of my other OCs, Glitches, resides. She does a lot of work for farms and often delivers products to other nearby towns.

This cycle continues until she meets a really cheerful horse who convinces her to travel to another town with them. While in her hometown, Kerrita has much more drab and darker colors, but still not entirely grey. The other characters living in the area are completely grey, however.

The happy horse did turn slightly grey while walking into the drab town but was still colorful enough to gain rude and suspect glances.

Anyway, Kerrita and the horse travel around some small, cheerful villages full of color and excitement. Kerrita didn't quite know how to feel-- she'd never seen something so bright and wistful. It really hurt her eyes.

It hurt her heart too. To see for the first time exactly how dull and depressing her hometown was.

Her colors became brighter, along with her attitude.

Kerrita knew what she had to do.

She and a few friends she'd made on the way traveled back to the drab little town and attempted to show them that there was another way to live. Upon entering the town, however, they were greeted by Kerrita's angry mother and a mob of disgusted, grey citizens. They were armed. Kerrita and her small friend group were not.

As the fighting escalated, the ground below the two groups began to crack. Eventually, the ground shattered completely, leaving a small canyon stretching for around 20 meters downward. Not... a really clean fall.

Quick thinking Kerrita decided to jump, and all color began to leave her body as she fell, infiltrating the land around her.

All of the citizens gasped as their previously drab hometown slowly transitioned into a luscious farmland.

Kerrita didn't explode when she hit the ground, instead she became a wispy porcelain horsey with rainbows outlining her body.

Around 300 years later, and she still lives in the canyon. Her hometown became the capital for the area's farmland and agriculture.

Legends of the area note that she takes the form of an unsuspecting foal today. In reality, she doesn't come about that often. If she does wander up to the surface, she's in the form of a completely transparent cloud-like entity.

That's just an outline of the story.

Bye for now!

#oc lore #oc artist #my ocs #lore dump #i love my ocs #artists on tumblr

[thewriterabbit]

Oops...I Did It Again...

Oops, it’s July...

Is it really July?

Wow. Okay. Time really flew. I meant to come back and give an update after the last one I made in May…however, I never got around to doing it.

I apologize for the extended silence. It definitely wasn’t my intention when it came to launching this blog. I had a plan when it came to The Write Rabbit, and if I’m going to be completely honest with you all…I haven’t exactly been following it.

In today’s post, I’m sharing some life updates, writing updates, and…most importantly…an update regarding The Write Rabbit.

Life Update

Oh my God.

How life has changed since I made the decision to launch The Write Rabbit earlier this year. I mean, it wasn’t exactly unexpected but it was still quite overwhelming.

Everything with my day job has been, go-go-go! It’s been super busy, really hectic…and by the time I get home, I just want to lie down and not think or do anything. It’s been a miracle if I found enough energy to work on writing or even read a book!

Recently, I’ve been promoted and it’s been crazy adjusting to the new schedule and the work load. 

I’ve been overwhelmed lately, and everything that wasn’t pressing at the time was put on the back burner...and that, unfortunately, meant my writing and The Write Rabbit. 

If I’m going to be completely honest with you, I didn’t have the energy nor the proper motivation to go forward with it. If I was going to work on those projects, I wanted to put all of myself...all of my energy into them. I wanted to put my best foot forward with these projects. I wanted to put my all into them and I didn’t want to put too much stress on myself when I have to focus on other things. 

But that being said...

A lot has changed on the writing front, too. 

Writing Update 

I’ve been writing since...middle school...oh, god. How long ago was that? 2008/2009. Wow. Gosh, that was 14 or 15 years ago. Up until now, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I was throwing everything and anything up against the wall and waited to see if something (anything) stuck. 

To be honest, nothing really did. 

I wrote a lot of fan fiction. Like...a lot. Like an unhealthy amount. I started a lot of fan fiction while I had a mountain load of other fanfiction I was still working on. I worked on a lot of fiction and posted some of it online. But the main project I worked on was a supernatural-fantasy that I planned on being a series. At least a five book series. In high school, I was so obsessed with the idea.

It consumed nearly everything that I did.

It practically clouded my judgment when it came to writing. I absorbed any and all writing advice I could find, mostly on YouTube. However, no matter what I did...I could never break whatever hold the first draft of the first book.

I think...I think I burned myself out.

I think I pushed myself too much, too hard, and I practically ruined the series for me. The series is temporarily shelved.

Around the same time, I was in a massive writing and reading slump. All throughout my college career, I tried really hard to break through it. I tried to read more...I tried to write more. But, for some reason, something just didn't click.

When I first began my blogging journey, I thought that would somehow kickstart my desire to begin my writing journey once again. I thought that it would inspire me to get out of my writing slump...to get out of my reading slump.

But it didn't.

Time passed. Time mostly spent in limbo. In that time, I did write...some. I did read...some. But it wasn't as much as I liked. At the same time, I felt as though I burned myself out with blogging as well. Mostly because I didn't really have anything to say.

I had nothing.

So...what was the point?

My blog...inadvertently...went on a hiatus. A mostly unannounced hiatus. I took a break so that I could focus on other things...mostly writing.

However, this year I wanted to change. I needed a change. After some thought, and some long inner debate, I've finally decided to start taking writing seriously. Treating writing like a job.

There was a road block, in my mind, that prevented me from writing. I didn't know what it was. Until much recently, and I wished I had the knowledge to recognize it. Not just that...I wished I had the confidence and courage to call it as I saw it.

The mindset of viewing writing as merely a hobby just because it isn't making any kind of revenue at the moment was incredibly detrimental. I didn't want writing to be a hobby.

I had to step back and figure out what I wanted. What I wanted to do with writing. If I wanted to do it just for fun, just as a hobby. OR if I wanted to make a career out of it.

And I wanted to make a career out of it.

And so....my approach with writing had to change. And that was the key that I needed to allow me the ability to finally let go. It gave me the freedom to go at a pace that was much more feasible for me. I don't know if I'm explaining it right. I'm probably not.

But I'm starting to think I'm the kind of person that likes to plan and process what I'm doing and how I'm doing. It's weird.

Currently, I'm in pre-production (the planning stage) of a project that I've been working on and off since 2020. With this new mindset, I'm trying to approach my writing very differently. I'm trying to take my time and find a process that works for me. Originally, I had planned on beginning the drafting phase later this year and actually finishing it by the end of November...but I don't think that's an ideal plan. I'm taking the rest of the year to plan and figure out the story and hopefully, fingers crossed, I'll be able to begin drafting this project next year.

Blog Update

Late last year I wanted to get back into blogging. I just didn't know how. I just knew that it couldn't be a similar iteration of blogs I've done in the past. It was because of this idea that The Bluebird was formed.

It was my fresh start.

My approach was different....and the same. The difference was...I wasn't going to rush into blogging content before I felt I was ready. I wasn't going to launch a new blog before I had enough content to back it up. The idea was that I would launch the social media accounts before the blog, buying me enough time to figure out the kind of content I wanted to discuss. Buying me enough time to work on blog content.

However, The Bluebird never felt right when thinking about my blog.

I don't know how to explain it. But when I first picked the name, somewhere deep inside...I knew that the name would be temporary. That somewhere, down the line I would make a name change.

I didn't think it would be within a few months.

I had an idea one day while on break at work. Randomly, the idea of Alice in Wonderland popped in my head. The 137 year old children's classic is one of my favorite books. I read it in middle school and it has stuck with me ever since. I started thinking about the white rabbit and then the 'white' turned into 'write'....and I fell in love.

The Write Rabbit is a perfect connection to literature. It perfectly described the kind of blog that I wanted to make. I want this blog to be about stories and storytelling. I want to highlight stories in all of its forms: literature, film, television, music, and art. I also want to share my writing journey and share the behind the scenes of writing.

Currently, for the summer of 2022, I am going to remain on hiatus while I continue building content for the social media account and building a blog that I am proud of. Also, it gives me the time to really focus on my writing and honing my craft.

I appreciate your understanding and your patience. I’m hoping to come back (full swing) sometime in the fall. By then, I’m hopefully more comfortable with my new position and have gotten myself into a routine when it comes to writing and blogging.

Until then, I hope you follow The Write Rabbit’s social media accounts to stay up to date when I officially come back. I hope you all have a fantastic day and a great summer and I will see you in (roughly) three months!

#thewriterabbit #blogger #update #blogupdate #longpost #extended #what’s going on #writing #bunny