#real question: do i write a follow up of this that is just pure smut?

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Stuck in a Snowstorm (m) | pjm

*Part of 'the winter collection'. Read part two. Part three coming soon!

Summary: You don’t know how you ended up here. Stuck with your mortal enemy, Park Jimin, in you car – in a fucking snowstorm.

Pairing: Jimin x female reader

AU + genres: enemies to lovers, pwp (very little plot – let me be honest, it’s just pure smut). Humor/crack, smut.

Rating: Mature/explicit/R18 - this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.

Word count: 6,1K

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Warnings (general) + triggers: Jimin is just a mean jerk and reader is a brat 😂 Lots of banter, crack and anger towards each other.

Warnings (explicit): unprotected sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial/delay, hair pulling, oral (female and male receiving), breasts and nipple play. Also, use of a tie 👀

Author’s note: This is actually a story that I planned to write all the way back in 2017 – better late than never, right? 😂 I had only made the plot with some outline, so I basically started from scrap. But it had been stuck in my mind since FOREVER and now I just miss Jimin a shit ton, so I made this. I hope you enjoy it! Also, it shouldn’t be taken too seriously, it’s just smut with minimal plot and don’t question the characters bad actions or some minor plot holes 😂 (Also, I did not proofread this, just because).

Also, merry Christmas / happy holidays – this is my gift to you wonderful people out there 💜

AND are you guys looking forward to Jimin’s ‘Closer than This’ tomorrow???? 💜

If you prefer to read on AO3 you can read it here 😀

“I can’t believe this…” in disbelief, you mutter, your voice tinged with uncertainty, while you desperately activate the windshield wiper, yearning for even a fleeting glimpse through the thick curtain of falling snow.

“I can,” Jimin declares from his spot beside you in the passenger seat. His playful critique follows swiftly, delivered with a pout and a firm voice, as he shakes his head in mock disbelief, “You're a terrible driver.”

“Am not!” you retort defiantly, your voice cutting through the air, even as your unwavering gaze remains fixed on the snowy expanse ahead.

A curtain of thick snow descends, veiling everything in an opaque white shroud. The road ahead is swallowed by the relentless onslaught, turning visibility into an elusive challenge.

Your hands clench the wheel with a vice-like grip, the strain evident as your knuckles whiten under the pressure. The tension in your entire body is so palpable that it hurts to fucking drive.

Exhaustion weighs on you heavily, a relentless burden, yet the realization hits that you're only halfway to your friends' Christmas party. Two more hours loom ahead, a daunting stretch of time spent in the company of Park Jimin, your sworn enemy.

The decision to share a car ride is a mystery even to yourself; perhaps it was a fleeting concern for the planet, a noble intention to save fuel by consolidating into one vehicle. Yet, as the journey unfolds, the real reasons behind your choice become an enigma.

Regret courses through you like a bitter undercurrent as you ponder the altruistic intentions behind considering the planet and the environment. The thought of advising Jimin to take his own car nags at you, a missed opportunity for a peaceful solo drive. In a self-cursing moment, you rue your own kindness.

“Let me drive; I’m a better driver than you anyway.” Jimin declares with casual confidence, his tone carrying an air of nonchalance.

“Fuck off, Jimin!” you hiss, frustration dripping from your words like venom.

You squint against the relentless assault of heavy snow, the world outside morphing into an indistinct blur as visibility dwindles.

Your pace is deliberate, a cautious dance with the road, but after several minutes, you relent, succumbing to the inevitable by slowing down even further.

“Fine!” you declare, seizing the steering wheel in a determined clench, bringing the car to an abrupt halt.

You pivot your gaze towards Jimin, the words cutting through the tension, “You fucking drive then.”

Shifting the car into park, you unclip your seatbelt with a determined click, swing the door open, and brave the biting embrace of the freezing snowstorm outside.

In synchronized movements, Jimin mirrors your actions, and together, you step out into the frigid air. The two of you converge outside, a silent agreement palpable in the crunch of snow beneath your feet, as you navigate around the car, preparing to swap seats.

“If you crash my car, I’ll kill you.” you menace, venom seeping through your words as you stride past him, positioning yourself in front of the vehicle.

He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, a smug satisfaction evident in his demeanor, relishing the fact that you've conceded to let him take the wheel.

Jimin confidently eases his plump figure into the driver's seat, and you avert your gaze (definitely not looking!). With a self-assured demeanor, he expertly adjusts the seat to accommodate his frame.

You attempt to thaw your chilled hands under the blast of hot air from the air conditioner, the sour mood hanging heavy around you as you settle into the passenger seat, donning a visible pout.

“Relax, I’m not gonna crash your precious car,” he teases, the playfulness evident in his voice, just before smoothly shifting the car into gear and forging ahead.

In response, a huff escapes your lips, arms instinctively crossing in a silent declaration of your lingering displeasure.

You surrender to a sense of ease as Jimin takes the wheel, his deliberate pace aligning with caution. It's a mutual understanding — in this snow-laden terrain, slow and steady becomes a shared creed for safety.

The once teasing atmosphere now gives way to palpable tension, the air thick with the weight of swirling snow that has intensified. Jimin, too, struggles visibly against the heavier onslaught, the challenge of navigating through the snow turning the car into a place of shared unease.

Your gaze fixates on Jimin, observing as his fingers clench the steering wheel with a tension mirroring your own, and his shoulders stiffen in sync. A chuckle escapes you, unexpectedly audible, as you notice the ironic similarity between his reaction and your earlier demeanor.

“What’s so funny?” Jimin spits, the tension reverberating unmistakably in his voice, each word a note in the symphony of strained emotions.

“Your driving,” you start to chuckle, the amusement laced with a hint of mischief.

“You're not exactly outclassing my skills,” you declare, sinking into the seat with a self-assured smirk, relishing the satisfaction of your own driving prowess.

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” he seethes, the words charged with anger, his gaze sharply turning towards you, locking onto your eyes.

Despite Jimin's cautious speed, the car subtly veers, casting doubt on whether you're still on the road or lost in the oblivion of the thick snow. The blinding white landscape offers no clarity, leaving you uncertain and immersed in a disorienting wintry haze.

“I can’t see fucking shit!” he exclaims, abruptly bringing the car to a halt and cutting the engine in an instant, plunging you both into an eerie silence amid the obscured surroundings.

Your gaze locks onto him, urgency etched across your face. “What are you doing? We've got Seokjin's Christmas party in less than an hour!” The frustration in your voice reverberates, a ticking clock amplifying the stakes of the impending deadline.

“It’s not safe to drive in this freaking snowstorm!” he bellows in response, frustration escalating in his voice, punctuated by the sharp flick of the hazard warning lights, signaling the urgency and danger of the situation.

“I just want to get there already. I'd rather not be stuck with you,” you seethe, teeth gritted, a visible huff escaping in a cloud of anger. The tension hangs heavy, fueled by the biting words that linger in the now frosty air.

“Like I'd willingly be stuck with your sour attitude,” he retorts, his gaze sweeping you from head to toe for some inscrutable reason. “I don't even like you,” he declares, the words loaded with an unspoken tension that hangs in the frosty air between you two.

You gape at him, the bitter truth resonating in the air—an unspoken agreement that neither of you harbors any liking for the other. The animosity between you has solidified into a hostile dynamic, despite the shared circle of friends that consistently throws you together, much to your enduring displeasure.

Jimin exudes an infuriating level of cockiness, ceaselessly pushing your buttons and expertly tapping into the art of annoyance until it feels like your nerves are unraveling at his mere presence.

You'd willingly brave the biting cold rather than endure the prospect of an unpredictable future confined with him inside the car. Fate seems to revel in mocking you, as the car rapidly succumbs to the encroaching chill, each passing minute intensifying the unwelcome cold that now permeates the confined space.

You clutch your arms tightly around your body, desperately running your hands up and down in a futile attempt to gather some warmth. A curse slips from your lips as you question your own sanity—why in the world did you take off your jacket for the drive? Now it's trapped in the damn trunk, and the thought of braving the freezing cold to retrieve it is utterly unappealing.

“Cold?” he chuckles, the sound carrying an edge of amusement that only amplifies the chill sinking into your bones.

You nod your head.

“Well, I’m not giving you my jacket,” he states matter-of-factly, cocooning himself in the evident warmth of his puffer jacket. Damn Park Jimin and his infuriating nonchalance, he's truly a master of being a jerk!

“Can't even manage a simple act of kindness,” you mutter with disdain, the words escaping in a sharp hiss, a low and almost grumbling tone, accompanied by a dismissive eye roll.

“What's that?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips, relishing the snug warmth of his jacket while you shiver in the cold. 

“Fuck you, Park!” you shout directly in his face, your words laced with frustration. Instead of a retort, he just chuckles, the sound taking on a manic edge that lingers in the frosty air, leaving an unsettling resonance to your heated exchange.

An indeterminate amount of time slips away, lost in the relentless snowfall that shows no sign of relenting. Frustration building, you reach for your phone and decide to text Seokjin, realizing that this damn snow isn't planning on letting up anytime soon.

You [15.42]: Stuck in a snowstorm with fucking Park Jimin. I don’t know when we’ll arrive 🙄

Jin [15.48]: Just stay safe 😂

Fuck Seokjin! You’re convinced that he’s somewhere enjoying a good laugh at your misfortune.

A surge of realization hits you like a bolt of inspiration—there's a blanket tucked away in the backseat. Swiftly moving up, you make your way to the center console.

“What’re you doing?” Jimin questions, his curiosity evident in the quirk of his eyebrow as you navigate over the center console, leaving him bewildered by your sudden, mysterious movements.

“There's a blanket back here,” you announce triumphantly, finally laying hands on the sought-after comfort. With a satisfying plop into the seat, you tug the blanket snugly over your cold body, a gesture that transforms the atmosphere within the car from chilly discomfort to a brief oasis of warmth.

After a few contemplative minutes, Jimin breaks the silence with a question that hangs in the air, “Mind if I join you?”

Your mouth falls agape, and your eyes widen in astonishment at his unexpected question. Collecting yourself, you respond with a hint of sarcasm, “You weren't keen on sharing your jacket with me. What makes you think I'd be willing to share my blanket with you?” The tension between you and Jimin escalates with each word, hanging palpably in the cold air.

Without a pause for your response, he defies the silence, navigating over the center console with the same determined crawl you had exhibited moments before. The unspoken tension between you both amplifies, turning the confined space into an arena of silent rivalry.

Seated beside you, he makes a grab for the blanket cocooning your shivering form. Resolute, you refuse to surrender it, your hands engaging in a tug of war with him.

“Share, you brat,” he hisses with a mix of irritation and amusement, his determination evident in the forceful tug at the blanket. 

“No!” you hiss back defiantly, the word laced with a stubborn refusal as you hold your ground.

With a forceful yank, he wrenches the blanket from your grasp, and in the struggle, he ends up with it draped across his lap. The victorious outcome of the skirmish leaves a charged atmosphere between you and Jimin, the warmth of the blanket now a coveted prize in his possession.

A triumphant smirk plays on his lips as he envelops himself in the captured blanket. His eyes lock onto your moping expression before descending further, a mischievous gleam indicating that his victory goes beyond the simple conquest of the blanket. 

“I can totally see your nipples,” he chuckles. 

You glance down, and sure enough, your nipples stand out against the satin material of your dress. Swiftly, you react, pressing your hands over your breasts in a sudden move to conceal their visibility. 

“Why the fuck are you look at my tits?” you yell at him, your frustration audible, but he merely chuckles in response. 

“You must really be freezing, huh?” he observes, and you simply nod in agreement, a silent acknowledgment of the biting cold that permeates the confined space. 

“I can warm you up,” he suggests with a playful wink, both eyes and eyebrows conspiring in unison. The underlying implication of his words hangs in the air, and you instantly grasp the nature of his playful proposition.

“I'm not that desperate, Park,” you scoff with a hint of disgust, the rejection laced with a prideful undertone. In response, he simply chuckles, finding amusement in your candid dismissal.

Following his suggestive remark, an electric charge seems to surge through the atmosphere in the car. Your mind involuntarily races, envisioning the prospect of warming up next to him, his hands tracing every contour of your body,  his di—

Stop. You admonish yourself sternly, a mental command to cease the vivid thoughts involving him. He's your enemy, you remind yourself, emphasizing the intense dislike you harbor for Park Jimin. The internal conflict heightens, the struggle between attraction and animosity weaving a complex web within your mind.

His chuckle resonates beside you, a sound that grates on your nerves. Irritation mounts, and you sharply turn your head towards him, your annoyance evident in the flicker of your gaze. 

“Need help?” he inquires, his gaze suddenly deepening, the darkness in his eyes unveiling a subtle intensity that lingers in the air. 

“With what?” you spit back at him, the confusion evident in your tone. 

“You're grinding against the seat,” he bluntly points out, his gaze fixed on your crotch. You glance down, discovering your unconscious movement against the fabric of the seat. A sudden realization dawns, and an expletive slips from your lips. 

A wave of discomfort washes over you, an intense desire to squirm and disappear into the ground, engulfed by the embarrassment that now saturates the air. The profound sense of shame hangs heavy, making the moment so excruciatingly humiliating.

You inhale sharply, drawing in a breath that seems to shudder through you, and with a deliberate move, you roll your hips once more.

“No…” you murmur, the word escaping with a shaky uncertainty that even your own ears can detect. 

Jimin scoots closer to you, the warmth radiating from his body sending sparks that seem to dance through yours. 

He leans into you, his mouth dangerously close to your ear, and in a breathy whisper, he offers, “I can help you with that.”

His words alone send a jolt through your body, a sudden tightening that ignites a fiery sensation. Damn it. The internal conflict and desire entwine, creating a tumultuous storm within you in the presence of him. It's undeniable—your entire being yearns for the touch you never thought you'd crave. 

His warm hand finds its way to your thigh, and a low moan escapes your lips at the contact. Fuck. 

His hand ventures down to the hem of your dress, grabbing and pulling it back to expose more of your thighs. A shiver runs down your spine as the cold air embraces your newly exposed skin, and a hiss escapes your lips. However, the sensation is quickly replaced by a different kind of warmth as his hand cups your clothed core. A breathless expletive escapes your lips, leaving your mind in a blissful blank state.

Instantly, you feel the warmth of his hand intimately against you, and your head falls back against the seat involuntarily. A soft gasp escapes your lips as you respond to the touch, unable to resist rolling your hips into the sensation.

“You’re needy,” he breathes against your ear, the words carrying a provocative weight that reverberates through you. 

His warm breath sends a cascade of shivers down your spine, clouding your thoughts in a haze of desire. The desire for release intensifies, eclipsing any reservations you may have about seeking it from your mortal enemy. 

“Shut up and just touch me,” you utter in frustration, the words punctuated by the deliberate grind of your hips into his hand, a desperate quest for any kind of friction. You're acutely aware of the desperation seeping through your actions, but at this moment, you don’t give a fuck.

And touch you he does. His fingers begin to rub your clit over the fabric of your panties, and you don't hold back your moans.

Your hips gyrate, a rhythmic dance in pursuit of your impending orgasm. The sensation builds rapidly, a cascade of pleasure on the brink. The question lingers in your mind—why does your body respond so eagerly to his touch?

He tugs your panties to the side, his touch on your clit eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips. The warmth of his fingers against your skin amplifies the sensation, and you're already soaked.

“You're so wet already,” he chuckles against your ear, his lips teasingly grazing your skin. The desire to retaliate surges within you, but then, with a sudden and deliberate movement, one of his fingers enters your pussy, stealing your breath away.

He skillfully fingers you with one finger, the motion of his wrist simultaneously stroking against your clit, creating a sensation that's nothing short of delicious. The desire for more intensifies, an insatiable craving building within you.

“More,” you breathe, your voice escaping chapped and laden with a raw, lustful edge. 

Jimin adds one more digit, and you relish in the precision with which he finds your soft spot, hitting it perfectly.

“Are you gonna come on my fingers?” he whispers in your ear, the suggestive question sending an instant jolt through your body, a yearning for more. 

A throaty moan escapes your lips as you willingly spread your legs wider, granting him more space.

He deftly introduces a third finger into you, and you feel yourself losing control, swept away by the overwhelming pleasure. It's already so good—how is he so skilled with his fingers?

The way he skillfully uses his fingers inside you while simultaneously rubbing your clit with his wrist propels you relentlessly toward the precipice of climax. The knot in your stomach tightens, and you're on the verge of that intoxicating release.

“Jimin, fuck. I'm gonna come soon,” you pant, the urgency in your voice underscored by the rhythmic grind of your pussy against his hand. 

He accelerates the pace of his fingers inside you, bringing you to the brink, but just as your body teeters on the edge of release, he abruptly withdraws his fingers and hand altogether.

His fingers and hand vanish, leaving you hanging on the precipice of your orgasm. The abrupt absence intensifies the frustration and desire you feel surge through your body. Fuck!

Your legs tremble beneath you, and a frustrated hiss escapes your lips as you pant for breath.

“You didn't want to share the blanket,” he spews, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he revels in your evident frustration.

You're on the verge of tears, overwhelmed with anger. The desperate desire for release compounds the emotional turmoil within you. The audacity of him! The frustration boils over, cementing Jimin as nothing short of a fucking jerk in your mind.

“I'm not letting you come unless you beg for it,” he adds in a smug voice, a smirk playing on his lips as he purposefully puts some distance between you. 

You can't believe him. The brink of pleasure was within reach—just a few more rubs and you would have unraveled on his fingers. The yearning is palpable, a frustrating ache that intensifies with each passing moment. 

You growl at him, caught in a heated internal debate about whether to plead with him or not. 

Your pussy clenches around emptiness, a visceral reminder of your desperation.

“Please, Jimin. Please let me come,” you implore, locking eyes with him and turning your body toward him. The desperation in your gaze is palpable. Almost inadvertently, you press your chest closer, your stiff nipples drawing his gaze downward.

He licks his lips teasingly, a wicked glint in his eyes, before seizing your hips and drawing you irresistibly toward him. With a swift yet controlled motion, he manipulates your body, guiding you to lie on the seat. As you settle into the unexpected position, he chuckles at the genuine confusion etched across your face.

“Because you asked so nicely,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and in a bold move, he shoves your dress up to your stomach. With swift precision, he snatches your panties, sliding them down your legs. “I'll give you what you want.”

He discards your panties with a deliberate flick, his focus unwavering as he plunges down to your throbbing pussy. There's no hesitation; he immediately delves into licking at your folds and clit with a hunger that matches your own. 

Your body instinctively arches off the length of the seat, a wave of pleasure coursing through you. It feels unbelievably good. In the heat of the moment, your hands find his hair, fingers gripping and pulling at the strands, eliciting a guttural groan from him. 

Your muscles tighten, and the echoes of the previous orgasm, forcefully ripped from you, return with an intensity that feels tenfold. Each breath is a furious pant as he continues to lap at your folds, the relentless pleasure building and intertwining with your gasps. 

Then, with a skillful touch, he adds a finger to your clit, rubbing it in tantalizing circles. Your senses heighten, and just as you succumb to the pleasure, he skillfully continues to ravish your entrance with his tongue. 

“Jimin!” you scream his name, a raw and unrestrained cry escaping your lips as you reach the peak of ecstasy on his tongue. Your body tightens, toes curling, and you involuntarily hitch your heels against his legs. In the throes of pleasure, your vision blurs, and you fight for air.

He chuckles, a throaty sound that reverberates in the aftermath of your high. Not giving you a moment to fully come down, he skillfully inserts two of his fingers inside you, drawing a hiss from your lips at the touch—your body rendered oversensitive.

He extends his fingers, proudly displaying them, glistening with your intimate juices. A wicked glint in his eyes, he issues a command, “Clean them.” 

You meet his gaze defiantly, a spark of challenge in your eyes, before obediently rising to carry out his command. Taking hold of his hand, you sensually draw his slick digits into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them like a provocative dance. Your eyes lock onto his, witnessing the raw desire in his gaze as you release his fingers with an audible ‘pop’.

“I hate you,” you declare, breathless, the words carrying a mixture of frustration and desire. His response is a low chuckle, his perceptive gaze catching the teasing glint in your eyes.

He leans back, a provocative smirk playing on his lips, and starts palming himself through his dress pants. Your eyes involuntarily follow the movement of his hands, and a jolt of desire courses through you as you realize he's already rock hard. The unmistakable bulge strains against his pants, a visual testament to the arousal simmering between you two. 

“I can help you with that,” you purr, a sultry promise lingering in your eyes, eager to reciprocate the pleasure.

He chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and smoothly turns his body to fully face you. With a teasing smirk, he unzips his pants, skillfully pulling down both his trousers and underwear enough to liberate his hardened dick.

His cock springs free, defiantly brushing against the bottom of his loosened tie, a sight that's undeniably tantalizing. Perfectly sculpted, it's veiny and slightly flushed at the tip, mirroring the allure of every inch of him. A surge of conflicting emotions overwhelms you – the hate, the desire, the acknowledgment of his undeniable appeal. You despise how effortlessly good-looking he is, from the tousled blonde locks to those lips you now crave to taste. 

However, your gaze returns to his dick, noting its average size but with a satisfying girth that catches your attention. A subtle hint of anticipation flickers in your eyes, and your tongue instinctively darts out to moisten your lips. 

“Then get to work,” he pants, a breathy command, as he sensually spreads his legs, creating an inviting space for you. 

You descend eagerly, ensuring your mouth is generously coated with saliva before you engulf him, starting with just the tip. 

He hisses the moment your lips meet his dick, his head instinctively colliding with the window behind him, an involuntary exclamation escaping, “Ah, fuck.”

You engulf more of him, your mouth descending entirely, and the sound of his primal moan reverberates in response. You add a sultry hum, a note of satisfaction coursing through you.

You initiate a slow, deliberate pace, skillfully sucking him off, and anything beyond your mouth's capacity, you sensually stroke with your hand. 

His hands seek out your hair, effortlessly capturing the neatly arranged high ponytail that he grasps with a possessive confidence. 

You revel in the subtle tension, accelerating your descent on him with a newfound urgency. Your tongue skillfully traces intricate patterns, dancing across his tip and the sensitive folds of his frenulum.

He moans in ecstasy as you withdraw with a satisfying ‘pop,’ only to treat the head of his throbbing dick like a tempting lollipop, your tongue swirling around it with deliberate sensuality.

As you glance up at him, he appears utterly lost in the moment. His eyes, once vibrant, are now dilated orbs of desire, his parted lips releasing audible breaths. The state of bliss enveloping him transforms his features into a breathtaking display of vulnerability and beauty.

You envelop him once more, relishing the subtle tremor that courses through him, a tangible response to the sensations you're skillfully orchestrating with your lips and tongue.

He yanks you away from him, his voice a raw whisper laden with desire, “I want to fuck you.”

You prop yourself up, captivated by the transformation before you. The usual arrogant Park Jimin is replaced by this vulnerable, needy version, and against your better judgment, a desperate craving for him builds inside you. You ache for him to consume you entirely.

A mischievous smirk plays on your lips as you echo his earlier taunts, “Beg for it,” you challenge, aware of the palpable tension between you, a shared desire pulsating in the charged air.

A low, throaty chuckle escapes him as his fingers glide through the tousled strands of his blonde hair, a mixture of frustration and amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re really a fucking brat,” he hisses, a smirk playing on his lips.

He sits up, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he sheds his open jacket, the confined warmth of the car now turning uncomfortably sweltering. You can't help but acknowledge the irony; at least you're not freezing anymore, which, after all, was the primary objective of this unexpected detour, wasn't it?

“Please let me fuck you,” his plea hangs in the air, a desperate echo of your own request, and you can't help but chuckle, slowly crawling closer to him.

“Turn around, let me straddle you. Leaning against the headrest will give us more space,” you suggest, and he shifts in an instant, his arousal evident in the casual sway of his dick with each movement.

Then you confidently straddle him, your hand instinctively reaching for his dick, guiding him to align perfectly with your eager entrance.

Before you lower yourself onto him, you sensually trail his dick through your wetness, relishing in the intimate friction. A moan escapes your lips as you then descend onto his lap in one smooth, sultry motion.

The exquisite stretch sends a shiver down your spine, and he effortlessly glides in, eliciting a breathless ‘Fuck!’ from your lips.

As your hands find their place on his shoulders for support, his eyes, now hooded, follow your every movement as you begin to ride him with a rhythm that echoes the passion pulsing between you.

You pant furiously, your breath hot against his face. The sensation of him inside you is nothing short of heavenly, an electrifying connection that feels as if every contour of him aligns perfectly with every curve of your pussy.

“Ah,” ecstasy courses through you with each fervent bounce on his throbbing length, a harmonious rhythm of pleasure escaping your lips in breathless gasps.

“You’re so tight,” his ragged breaths synchronize with the rhythmic clench of your walls, his hands anchoring to your hips, adding an electrifying intensity to each blissful plunge into your velvet warmth.

Between gasps, you manage to growl, “Fuck. I hate you,” only to be met with his deep, throaty chuckle as he continues the relentless rhythm of his thrusts, each one a tumultuous clash of conflicting desires.

Amidst heavy breaths, he accuses, “I know you're lying,” his words punctuated by the rhythmic tempo of his panting. Undeterred, he leans in for a searing kiss, his lips caressing yours with a softness akin to pillows. Your defenses crumble as you melt into his touch, tongues colliding in a fervent dance that defies the lingering tension.

“Why is it that you feel so damn good?” you gasp, interrupting the kiss only to plunge back into its intoxicating depths. Each moment spent in his embrace feels like a surrender to a passionate whirlwind. His every thrust reverberates through you, sending electrifying shivers down your spine, an exquisite dance of pleasure and desire that you find impossible to resist.

“Perhaps I should prolong your climax, just as you did to me?” you purr with a mischievous smirk playing on your lips, resurrecting the playful brat within you.

He chuckles, his hands leaving the curve of your hips to gracefully undo his tie at his neck. Your gaze fixates on him, observing each deliberate move as he frees himself from the constriction of the tie, all while you continue to ride him with an unabashed hunger.

“You really are a fucking brat,” he mutters, the corners of his lips quirking into a sly smile as he pulls off his tie. “Now, shut up,” he commands, silencing any potential retorts by expertly stuffing the tie into your open, protesting mouth.

You yield to the makeshift gag, sinking your teeth into the fabric, muffling the symphony of your own desperate moans.

A smirk plays on his lips as his hands reclaim your hips, commanding, “Now take it like the fucking brat that you are.”

His movements become a relentless rhythm, thrusting deep inside you. All you can do is cling to his shoulders, swept away by the force of his desire.

Ecstasy courses through you, and you can't help but moan into the fabric of his tie. It feels too damn good to contain.

His voice drips with satisfaction as he senses your walls tightening around him, and a smug grin plays on his lips. “You like that, huh?”

A guttural moan escapes your lips in response, the crescendo of pleasure building, and you sense the impending climax drawing near.

“Fuck yourself on my dick,” his command hangs in the air, thick with desire, as his hands abandon your hips, embarking on a journey down your back. With a swift motion, he unzips your dress, letting it cascade down your shoulders.

Your naked breasts dances to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts, an erotic ballet of passion and desire.

“Fuck. You’re not wearing a bra, just like I thought,” his eyes widen in delighted surprise, a devilish grin playing on his lips. His hands eagerly exploring the contours of your exposed tits.

His words hang in the air, sending a shiver down your spine. “Your tits are beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing delicate patterns around your stiffened nipples. Your body reacts instinctively, a primal moan escaping through the tie as desire courses through you.

Every grind and movement becomes a challenge as he expertly tweaks and pulls at your nipples, sending waves of pleasure and distraction through your body. You fight to maintain a rhythm, desperately trying to pleasure yourself on his dick amidst the electrifying sensations dancing across your chest.

As your walls clench around him, a whirlwind of sensations floods your body, signaling that the peak of pleasure is just a breath away. Every nerve is on edge, and the anticipation of an imminent climax tingles through you, a storm about to erupt.

As he skillfully massages your tits, he breathlessly teases, “You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” his words send shivers down your spine, intensifying the pleasure that's building within you.

With a fervent nod, you surrender to the sensations, your muffled moans echoing through the tie as pleasure courses through every inch of your being.

As he plunges into you, he urges you with a guttural command, “Cream my cock, brat.” The raw desire in his voice fuels the intensity of your connection, igniting a blaze of passion.

Overwhelmed by desire, his dick finding every exquisite spot within you, you unleash a guttural moan, your pleasure echoing into the fabric of the tie as you climax on his pulsating cock.

Jimin's fingers twist around your hardened nipples, sending electric shocks of ecstasy through your body. A guttural exclamation escapes your lips, muffled by the tie, as pleasure courses through every fiber of your being.

He pounds into you relentlessly, the rhythm building towards an intense climax. His hands firmly grip your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he desperately seeks his own release.

He reaches the peak of ecstasy, his body shuddering with the force of his release as he spills into the warmth of your pussy.

Heaving for breath, the silence between you two speaks volumes, a shared understanding lingering in the air as you descend from the euphoric heights of your climaxes.

Collapsing onto his chest, you revel in the soothing aftermath, liberated from the restraint of his tie. As his body relaxes within you, the intimacy lingers, a tangible connection forged in the heat of passion.

His lips graze your neck with a gentle touch, igniting a cascade of thoughts about the significance behind this tender gesture.

As laughter fills the air, shattering the lingering tension, your attention shifts to the foggy windows and the oppressive heaviness in the car, making each breath a deliberate act.

As you hastily redress, Jimin slips into his jacket and steps out of the car, retrieving your coat from the trunk. With a gentle handoff, he passes it to you, and you quickly slip into its comforting warmth.

“Thank you,” your gratitude escapes in a hushed whisper, laden with a touch of bewilderment. The encounter, while undeniably electrifying, leaves you grappling with conflicting emotions. It's Park Jimin, your sworn adversary, and the intensity of the shared moment hangs between you, a paradox of pleasure and rivalry.

“You’re welcome,” his response carries a self-assured smirk, echoing the lingering traces of the shared intimacy. As he confidently returns to the driver's seat, you mirror his actions, settling into the passenger's seat, both enveloped in a charged silence that speaks volumes.

The snowfall has eased, no longer as relentless as before. A subtle nostalgia creeps in as you reflect on his desire to keep you warm. The gentle flakes now fall, leaving you yearning for the lingering warmth of his touch.

As he revs the engine to life, a gust of chilly air sweeps through the car, causing you to emit an involuntary grunt. His chuckle fills the cabin, accompanied by a smirk and a teasing wink. “I can warm you up anytime,”

You shoot him a moping gaze, wondering if he has a knack for deciphering your thoughts. Can he sense the magnetic pull, the unspoken attraction that mirrors your own inner turmoil?

You return his smile, a silent agreement resonating between you as he steers the car forward, setting the wheels and unspoken possibilities in motion.

Three hours fashionably late, you finally arrive at Seokjin's Christmas party. The distant hum of music greets you as you step out of the car, signaling that the celebration is already in full swing.

As you rap your knuckles against the door, you steal a glance at Jimin who's busy adjusting his attire. His fingers deftly tighten the knot of his tie, and his pants get a quick, inconspicuous tug into place.

As Seokjin swings the door open, a tantalizing waft of mouthwatering aromas envelops your senses, instantly sparking a smile on your face.

Seokjin's laughter echoes as he playfully accuses, “You fucked Jimin!” and your jaw drops in disbelief to the floor.

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[megumiivs]

lessons in chemistry ♡

ೃ⁀➷ content: MDNI!! choso x reader with a kitty, absolutely no plot just pure filth, cockwarming, reader uses "daddy" like once, dumbification if u squint real hard, no pronouns or use of y/n¡! ❞

author's note: choso brainrot is real y'all !! my smut pieces are starting to get longer this is concerning... also this is a reminder for u to send me asks!! I'll do jjk, tokyorev, or blue lock, sfw or nsfw idm! I'll try to write a drabble based off ur idea but if I'm super inspired i'll maybe write something longer <3

“come on baby you can do it.” choso asks. “why is thin-layer chromatography more appropriate than paper chromatography in the case of the amino acids serine and glycine?”

“i don’t knoww” you whine, moving your hips back and forth on his lap. he grabs your hips, forcing them to stay still. “ah ah ah” he says disapprovingly. “you don’t move your hips without daddy’s permission.”

“‘m sorry daddy, just wan’ you so bad” you respond. his thick, hot length was pulsing inside of you and you couldn't do anything about it.

“i know, baby, i know” he coos. “just answer the question sweetheart and i’ll make you feel good.”

"um amino acids have no color?" you try. "paper chromatography separates colors and amino acids won't have any colors to separate?"

he thinks for a few seconds but they're so agonizing they feel like hours. finally, he starts bouncing you on top of his cock again. "that's acceptable, i suppose."

he was filling you up so good that you couldn't help but moan his name over and over and over again. he kept pumping himself up inside of your walls, hooking his thick biceps around your legs, forcing them to stay open. your moans were his motivation. you sounded so ethereal, he felt as if you were a siren and he the sailor caught in your melodic sounds. you leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder as he kept thrusting into you.

"fuck baby, so fucking tight" he groaned into your ear. his thrusts were steady and slowly getting rougher, forcing whimper after whimper from your lips. god, you looked so dumb like this. Every cell in your brain had been wiped out, gone. you just kept moaning his name.

choso thought that you never looked more beautiful. you were already absolutely gorgeous but when your eyes were rolled back, mouth was wide open, and legs were spread out? he wanted nothing more than to ram his cock inside you and force you to take his seed. his tip was repeatedly kissing your cervix, your soft insides squeezing his length in an attempt to keep him inside.

each rough pump of his hips stole away your breath. “ah! c-choso, ch-osoooo”you screamed. You were nearly at your limit.

He leans his head down so his mouth was right next to your ear. “cum for me baby.” each word was followed by a harsh thrust as you bounced on his dick. one of his hands drops down to rub your clit, quick but decisive circles that drew even more moans from you while the other reached up to your left breast and began tweaking at your nipple.

the stimulation was too much. you scream as you cum, squeezing choso so tight that it triggers his release too. his thrusts become sloppier and after a few quick thrust he slams you down onto his cock with all of his strength and forces you to stay there. he lets you ride out your high as ropes of his hot cum paint your walls. his hot breath fans your cheeks as he empties himself inside your plush walls.

he unhooks his arms from your legs allowing you to close them but doesn’t pull out of you. you tilt your head back to give him a soft kiss. once you pull away he says, “give me five minutes and we can do this again, okay baby?”

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[onewmin]

shreds | knj (18+)

Pairing: idol!Kim Namjoon x idol!fem!Reader

Summary: After almost eight years of dating, you boyfriend Namjoon asks you the question. However, you don’t really want to say ‘yes’.

Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI!!! A bit of handjob and fingering (m. and f. receiving), a bit of oral (m. and f. receiving), a lot of kissing, profanity, a bit of angst, some typos, reader has a thing for namjoon’s hair, pure confusion, an unhealthy relationship, reader is fed up and tired, a lot of cockblocking (both knj and readers hehe)

Author’s note: it is what it is, I don’t write happy stuff, as far as you can see lol hope you enjoy!! Please leave some feedback &lt;3

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

P.S. The pictures are taken from Pinterest, so if you know their owners, please let me know!

Part 2 is here &lt;3

“I’d rather be alone”.

Ouch. Harsh words spat at your not-so-ex-but-ex-but-we’re-still-together boyfriend when he is in his most vulnerable position — on one knee with a ring, ready to put it on your finger.

It’s not that you don’t love him, quite the opposite actually. It’s not that you don’t want to marry him: you’ve spent almost eight years waiting for the moment when he’ll finally be ready to go public with you. You should be the happiest person alive right now, shouldn’t you?

Well, no. You’re actually fucking pissed. You’re pissed at the choice of the place — your freaking apartment; you’re angry with him popping up the question when the two of you have just got together, again. You’re annoyed with his smiley face, his stupid dimples and sparkling eyes. What’s this asshole so happy about? Being rejected?

“It’s not like I’ll stop asking”, he replied, getting back on his feet. A small black velvety box is back in his pocket in an instant; he’s leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed at his chest and that look in his eyes. A mixture of love and lust, something you craved so much usually. But not lately. Not today.

“Please”, you rubbed you temples tiredly, “be my guest. I’ll say ‘no’ every time”.

He huffed, gaze following you around the kitchen. You’re used to it, to say the least. He’d come to your place, hang out, stay over, sleep over, fucking live here. You’d be having grand dates inside your apartment, but never, never out. Oh, well, maybe a couple of times you did. In over than seven years of dating.

“Whatcha cookin’?”

You let out an exhausted sigh, dropping the knife on the counter. “Your head on a plate. Get out of my apartment, Namjoon”.

Rubbing your eyes, you didn’t see him approaching you from behind. He wraps his arms around your waist, his breath tickling your ear. You hate him so much.

“Please, stop”, you utter, hardly trying to brush his hands off.

It always goes down the same road: he’ll hug you tightly, ask you to wait a little bit more (giving very reasonable excuses every time, like the lack of desire to ruin his public image or other bullshit) and you’ll end up underneath him, clinging onto him, begging him not to leave you again, again and again. You’re not sure if you’re able to put a stop to it.

“Don’t push me away, baby”. His husky voice hinted at the notes of vulnerability, hinted at him genuinely begging you not to do it. You don’t know how much longer you can last.

Pursing your lips together, you give in one last time, letting yourself melt again. He seemed to be an endless ocean, and you were drowning each and every time, no matter how much time has passed. It was just so pathetic how comfortable you felt around him, allowing him to do basically anything to you. Eating half of your food, occupying your bed with his huge figure, fucking you relentlessly and breaking your heart.

Is Kim Namjoon really that special or are you just this pathetically attached to him?

He pulls you from the flow of thought you’ve been going through by peppering small kisses all over the exposed side of your neck. You should just tell him to leave one more time. You know too well where such kisses lead.

“Namjoon”, you breathe out. He reads you like an open book, knowing the different tones of your voice. He stops immediately, freezing in his place, waiting for your next move.

You turn around, eyeing him briefly. Another stupid black turtleneck he must’ve worn to target you specifically. He just knows how much you love him in turtlenecks. His eyes are on you, watching your every move with caution.

“I can’t keep, uh…” You thoughts trail off, as you watch him lick his lips subconsciously. Shit, pull yourself together. “I can’t keep doing this. I’m tired”.

He cups your cheeks, forcing you to look back at him, a soft smile on his face. Shit. He knows how to get to you. “Baby, give us one more chance. Just one”.

“It’s not gonna change anything”, you mutter under your breath, eyes still glued to his. “No matter what you say or do, Joon”.

He took in a deep breath, one hand of his moving from your cheek to your shoulder, and the other on the waist. Your mouth went dry instantly, and the head was empty, no thoughts, no objections. Happened every time he touched you.

“Even if”, Namjoon’s nose brushed your cheek, his breath on your ear sending shivers down your spine, “I do this?” His words were followed by him pressing a kiss to your neck, to the spot he’s explored thousand times. And every damn one, you were weak in your knees.

“Ye-Yeah”, you breathed out, your head tilted away almost automatically. He let out a chuckle into your skin, sending goosebumps all over your body.

Another neck kiss followed the previous, and then another one, and another; in mere seconds Namjoon turned your stoic decision to never let him touch you again into mewling sounds leaving your mouth. His hands were on your ass, grabbing, squeezing, making you cling to his shoulders, whenever he sucked the skin in that sensitive spot again.

And when he broke away, eyes dark with lust, the look you’re so used to but never getting tired of — you glanced at his lips before pouncing at them with all pent up anger and frustration. Damn, you hated him. He kept you like a shameful secret on the darkest and dustiest shelf of the closet, refusing to acknowledge you even when he was able to. You were ready to put everything — your reputation, career, public image — at stake, you were ready to be hated. You were willing to do everything you could to finally be with him publicly, too. But he wasn’t going to claim you as his, ever. At least, not openly.

And that was more than frustrating. Infuriating, shit, seven years of dating and he still was ashamed and scared? That little moan you’ve always melted into left his mouth, when you bit his lower lip; so much of pure suppressed wrath landing right on him.

Breaths huffing into mouths, anger mixed up with passion, your hands pulling his hair, and him… Grunting, breaking the kiss to look at your red lips to drown in them again, Namjoon shoved you against the nearest wall. His hand hit it first, making your head press into it so that it didn’t hit the wall. You hated him for that too.

You wrapped one of your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, moaning into his mouth when his bulge brushed over your closeted core. A spineless asshole, you thought, while your hands grabbed his ass to pull him even closer, feeding me with empty promises for so many years just to propose all of a sudden? What did he expect? For me to say yes?

“I-I”, you whispered, when he was kissing your neck again, “I will never marry you, Namjoon”.

A sudden squeak left your lips as you felt his fingers dig into your hips with force. Clenching his jaw, Namjoon ferociously took you by the wrists, lifting your hands, pining them against the wall above your head. You gasped, still surprised by his sudden change of demeanor. He was enraged. Good. Let him have the taste of his own medicine.

“I’ll be asking you every day”, he purred in your ear, “I’ll propose to you in million different ways”. He slightly bit your earlobe, receiving a whimper from you. “I’ll do anything for you to say ‘yes’”.

“Yeah?” Your eyebrow raised in question. Brushing your lips over his, but denying a kiss, you continued. “Will you go public about our engagement or I will turn into your secret wife?”

An exhausted sign was his response. You took in the sight of a complete loss written across his face — shit, you knew exactly how this would go.

“Whatever”, you uttered, hands tugging his hair, pulling him in another breathless kiss. He indulged in it, his plushy lips parting yours to let his tongue dominate the kiss. You let him. You let him do whatever he wants tonight. You’re not going to ruin your last time together. Though, it’s not like he knows that.

You were unaware of being lifted and carried into the bedroom. Namjoon has this magical power to transcend the boundaries of reality, creating this bubble whenever the two of you are alone so that you are in your personal, secluded little world. And when you’re there, you always lose the sense of reality.

That’s why you were able to last this long. Whenever you spoke to your friends — some of them idols too, some of them not — they always said it would’ve been a nightmare to live such a life. Hidden behind several closed door, your relationship was sealed as something forbidden, harmful even. That was true, but at the beginning of your careers only, you thought. The more both of you progressed, the less you cared about what people had to say. And for some time, while living in this beautiful delusion, you though Namjoon was on the same page as well. Oh boy, were you wrong.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked breathlessly, obviously noticing your thoughts were drifting away from his head buried between your thighs. You wish you could focus on the pleasure he was giving you, but… Everything was too much. Him proposing out of nowhere, not agreeing on revealing your relationship — again — and your sudden decision to end this relationship for the good.

“You”, you whimpered, “you just feel so good”.

That wasn’t a complete lie: he did, in fact, get your head spiraling, you soul leaving your body each time he sucked on your clit. However, your mind couldn’t but come back to the anxious, shaking thoughts.

“Liar”, he breathed out, capturing your lips in another tentative kiss.

His kisses are hungry, and you catch him muttering in-between them how you interrupted him getting the dessert. Ah yeah, you didn’t come when he ate you out, it’s a direct insult. You’re giving in, swallowing his mumbles, replacing them with your own moans instead.

Tangling your fingers in his hair, your savoured every moment when his lips touched your skin. Pressing kisses to your shoulder blades, lingering touches on your chest, two fingers curled inside your pussy. He was too much, and he knew it; you were arching your back, digging nails in the sheets, whining, begging him to stop the torture.

“Joon, pl-“, you stuttered once again, when his thumb started drawing painfully slow circles on your clit.

“What is that, baby? I didn’t quite hear you”. Namjoon murmured.

“Please”, you breathed, hands gripping his shoulders, “please, please, fuck me, please”.

Under the blurred vision you still managed to see him smirking, while pulling his pants down.

“Your wish is my command”.

Your watched him reach for the nightstand, quickly taking the condom from the drawer. “D’you want to do it?”

You nodded, sitting up on the bed, head spinning from the sudden movement. Either iron deficiency or the foreplay, you thought, taking the condom into your hands. You looked at his cock, tip red and leaking with pre-cum, fucking waiting for you.

You wish you could put on a show for Joon, one last time. You wish you could get down, and put the condom on with your teeth. You wish you could, but you can’t.

Although there’s one thing you can do. He’s not gonna like it, you think, you won’t like it too. You desperately need him inside, to cling into him, to hear him whisper ‘I love you’s’ one last time. However, you can’t bring yourself to it.

The more you stay, the longer this goes on. The more you let him in, bringing your defense to the ground, turning your self-esteem in literal ruins — the less the arguments to leave him sound reasonable. He’s been your boyfriend for almost eight years, though, on the other hand, you weren’t partners at all.

Sure, you’ve met each other’s families. Of course they all predicted you two would get married and start a family, eventually. And at one point, you had to convince yourself that breaking up with Namjoon didn’t mean your parents breaking their friendship, so it shouldn’t affect them — but still, your families’ bonding was one of the things holding you back.

For some reason though, there’s nothing stopping you now.

The condom is still in its wrapper, so you put it down on the bed, Namjoon’s eyes following your every move. He raises his brows, not knowing where this is going. Your fingers linger over his tip, just teasing. Joon hisses at the slightest sensation, which almost brings you to tears: who else is gonna love you this much that the smallest touch of yours throws them over the edge?

Fuck him, the thought sprinted through your head, he only loves me behind closed doors.

Your lips sealed in a sloppy kiss. One of the hands, which wasn’t stroking his dick slowly, was entangled in his hair, again. You just loved the feeling of his soft locks in between your fingers.

Namjoon squeezed your waist, holding onto you for dear life, just not to lose his composure. As you broke the kiss, you lips left open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, moving to suck in the skin in that sensitive spot of his. You’re willing to mark him as yours in places where he’s never let you do that before.

“Baby..” He responded to your actions immediately, but didn’t lift a finger to stop you.

“Enjoy this while you can”, you whispered in his ear, leaving a trail of kisses alongside his neck.

You messily kissed his lips again, before breaking away. Looking in his eyes, you spit on your palm to bring it back to his cock again, to stroke him less slowly this time.

Namjoon rolled his eyes at the view, his head tilting away. He loved when you did this and looked into his eyes; to him, there’s just something… Something ethereal about you when you spit on his dick.

His hand reached to your bare pussy, to feel how wet you are, to bring the pleasure back to you — only to be slapped away.

“It’s about you, not me”, you gasp, images of him shoving his cock inside your pussy, pounding into you mercilessly fueling your burning desire for him.

Your thumb presses on his tip, drawing circles, thinking of how good it would feel to lick it with your tongue. Shit, you wish.

You give in to your wishes, finally. You just have to control yourself and not to yield to temptation fully.

You make him sit down on the edge of the bed, him obliging to every thing you tell him to do. Namjoon swears every time you get down on your knees in front of him, he’s ready to combust, to turn into ashes, just ‘cause of the way you look. Doe eyes piercing right though him whenever your head bobs up and down his length.

You both moan, when your mouth wraps around his tip. Your whimper is, however, more tempting to Joon, sending vibrations throughout his whole body.

With your mouth wrapped around his cock, your tongue starts its devilish dance. Leaving kitten licks with just the tip of your tongue, tasting the pre-cum with every move of yours, you feel his hand on the back of your head, massaging your scalp tenderly. You hate him for his softness even when you want to leave him.

Your hands stroke his dick, covering what your mouth can’t reach. The sounds you’re making are obscure, slurping, chocking, fucking French-kissing his dick. Namjoon is two steps away from being summoned to heaven.

“Shit, baby”, he hisses, his hands slowly guiding your head to make you go faster, “I’m g-, shit, gonna cum”.

Good. You bob your head up and down his length one more time, before letting his dick out of your mouth with a loud “pop”. As you stand up, naked in front of him, Namjoon’s gaze, clouded with lust, doesn’t leave the sight of your tits.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

His hoarse voice, gentle hands, soft locks. His darkened gaze, fingers on the small of your back, broad shoulders. Him. All about him is so beautiful, yet so painful. You cannot stay, you forbid yourself to stay.

If you stay with him one more time, you’re sure you’re not going to get your happy ending with him. He’ll never hold your hand in the park, he’ll never take you on a date when other people are there too. He’ll never leave the comfort of secrecy just because he doesn’t want to leave it. Namjoon doesn’t want to be with you in all meanings of it.

Yeah. You can’t stay.

His head is pressed to your solar plexus, your fingers in his hair again. The last time you’re going to be this close.

“I think we should break up”.

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[sebastianstanisahotmf]

a perfect winters day

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N This is a part of my 100 followers celebration. At this point I'm gonna stop apologising because my shitty time management issues and son make it hard for me to adhere to the time frames I have given to myself so I will post the fics when I have time to. (I love my son millions so I'm not blaming him for me posting so late but I'm just saying that I like to spend time with him which means it's hard to find time to write) I hope you understand. Also, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Summary You and Bucky have the perfect day in as it snows outside.

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff, allusions to smut

“Wake up doll,” Bucky whispered into your ear, “It snowed last night.”

“Mm?” you slightly opened your eyes.

“It snowed doll!”

You sat up as soon as the words registered in your head,”Really!?” 

“Yeah doll, look,” Bucky wrapped your blanket around you and picked you up.

He walked over to the window in your bedroom and you gasped when you looked outside. Everywhere was covered in a sheet of pure white. The snow untouched, unbothered by anyone. The streets were empty, not a soul out there. It was like a winter wonderland especially since everything was so still it didn’t look real. 

“It’s so beautiful,” you gushed.

“Not as beautiful as you doll,” Bucky added, winking at you.

“You’re so romantic it’s almost disgusting,” you told him with a smile on your face.

“But you love it doll,” Bucky leaned in to kiss you. 

It was such a perfect moment, kissing the person you love the most while the world outside stood still, a beautiful landscape, the type you see in the movies and read in books. 

Bucky pulled back from the kiss with slightly swollen lips and a massive grin on his face, “I think we should make some hot chocolate and waffles.”

“I think thats a good idea babe.”

Bucky took the blanket off you and then took you into the bathroom. He put you down so you could brush your teeth while he did the same. 

Once you had done that, you walked into the kitchen to get started on the waffle batter as Bucky was making the hot chocolates. 

The way you both moved around the kitchen so gracefully and in sync made the scene seem rehearsed. The truth was that you and Bucky regularly made it a team effort to make breakfast so that neither of you feel like you have too many responsibilities. That’s how everything worked with you and Bucky; you both shared the workload in your shared apartment which not only made it easier, but allowed you both to feel equal. 

This may not have worked for other people but it worked for you and Bucky which is all that mattered. 

After the waffles and hot chocolates were made, you sat next to eachother at the dining table in your kitchen. Bucly had put every imaginable topping for waffles and hot chocolates on the table. 

“What do you want to do today?” Bucky asked, as he shoved an almost too big piece of waffle - loaded with every topping possible- in his mouth. 

You rolled your eyes and finished chewing the food you had in your mouth before responding, “I just want to stay in today, you know I like looking at the snow but going out in it is a different story.”

“I’m very aware doll, especially after our trip to Canada a few months ago,” Bucky chuckled at the memory of you slipping over. 

“You’re so sadistic Barnes,” you retorted.

“You didn’t moan about it last night, well you did, but not in that way,” Bucky smirked.

You picked up a strawberry and threw it at him.

“Hey, that’s not fair, I’m only telling the truth, Santa doesn’t come if you lie.”

“And you’re not gonna cum tonight if you keep teasin’ me,” you retaliated. 

“Is that a promise?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You knew that Bucky would always be in charge in the bedroom, but it was fun to joke around. 

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A few hours later, you and Bucky were cuddled up on the couch. He was laying with his head on your chest and the rest of his body was ontop of yours, acting like a weighted blanket. There was an actual blanket over the two of you and Home Alone was on the tv. 

This was the first christmas you and Bucky were spending together so you decided to introduce him to some of your favourite films especially since he was a few years behind on films.

Bucky let out a laugh which was a rare occurrence. You kissed him on the head and wrapped your arms around him tighter. 

“I love you so much baby,” you whispered.

“I love you too doll,” Bucky replied, pressing a kiss to your chest. 

This was perfect, you and Bucky cuddled up on the couch, watching a Christmas film and occasionally looking at the world outside.

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[doublesunsets]

Experiment 003

Tech x Reader PWP - NSFW - Explicit Word Count: 4.4K

Summary: It’s time for your experiment, but even if Tech encourages your scientific curiosity, can he let you take control?

Warnings: female reader POV, smut, oral sex male receiving, vaginal sex, brief mention of scars (Tech's), I'm going to say it: unrealistic expectations of sex (really, this is purely indulgent, real sex is not like that)

Author's note: I wanted to write something else, but it didn't work, and it blocked me in such a way that it took me a month to finally be able to finish it. No beta. I hope that at least you enjoy it a little bit, please have mercy with this autistic ace girl that doesn't remember how sex works but likes to pretend she can write about it. -Sunset

part I & part II 💜

✩ AO3 link to the whole fic

The galaxy is a vibrant never stopping place, with dangers lurking in every corner, so if someone had told you a couple of rotations ago that you would be able to pass your time sat inside the Marauder’s cockpit, listening to Tech latest obsession, you would have laughed. Mostly at the Tech part, because you were still wrapping your mind around it. After his experiments, his behaviour towards you had drastically changed. It was obvious to everyone that he felt more at ease with you, small touches were now common, and he actively sought you out to tell you facts or show you his new cool gadgets. 

For that reason, while everyone was around town enjoying their free time you had felt like it was perfectly reasonable to stay with him, just for the sake of it, no need for excuses or ulterior motives. As you suspected, he had been pleased about it, and accepted with a small smile your kiss to his forehead before seating next to him in the copilot seat. As soon as you were seated, he started talking about his topic of the day: gravity, and you listened to him eagerly. Contrary to Hunter’s belief, you didn’t think that Tech filled your head with useless information, you enjoyed learning new facts, and he always captivated your attention. The sound of his voice and being able to look at that pretty face was a pleasant bonus, of course.

For your utterly dismay this time though, after almost an hour of intermittent info-dumping, you were as confused about this topic as you were at the beginning. At first, you had managed to follow up, but at one point he had beamed at you and touched your knee because of a particular sharp question, and as he began explaining, illustrating it with his hands, your mind short-circuited like a faulty droid. He had moved one hand in front of you, while the other had stayed on your knee, fingers splayed, and a shiver had gone down your spine remembering what those fingers could do, and how they looked inside of you. By the time he finished his explanation, you were so flustered by your thoughts that you didn't dare to open your mouth in case some inappropriate sound escaped.

The issue kept happening, no matter how hard you tried to focus on what he was saying, you kept getting distracted by who was saying it. His voice, his eyes, his hands; your body reacted to him like a well-trained soldier, and apparently today it could only think about Plan 69.

“Therefore, there will be only insignificant forces of friction, and dynamic force acting on the system. It should allow me to–” his legs fell open at his sides, and your mind disconnected again, or at least the rational part of it. The only functioning one was the one capable of focusing on those ridiculously tight blue trousers which hugged those obscene long legs in such a sublime way, besides that, he was not wearing the plastoid armour which made the temptation of kneeling in front of him impossible to ignore. 

Your mouth watered at the image that formed in your mind, and by the time you managed to stop daydreaming, he had already finished his commentary and was back at looking down at his datapad. You were sure that even if he obviously found you attractive, he wasn’t as obsessed with you as you were with him. Every time he put his hand on your back, or moved your hair off your face, an aching filled your chest. You haven’t stopped thinking about that bulge you glimpsed after he touched you that first time, but couldn’t find the way of bringing it up again. It was clear that you had reached your limit today.

Maybe you didn’t have to bring it up, maybe you could just take a scientific approach. Because, scientifically speaking, what would Tech do if you just kneeled in front of him?

Only one way to find out, you told yourself. 

“I want to do an experiment.”

“That’s great, darling. I highly recommend you follow your scientific curiosity, please let me know if you need my assistance.”

“Well, I do need your assistance,” you chuckled, “you are the experiment I want to do, Tech.”

He put his datapad down and looked at you, shifting his focus from the gravitational rotatory forces of outer rim planets, to you. His eyes roamed your face, he studied your expression, noticed your small smile, and the flustered look of your cheeks, and seemed to catch up rather quickly, “Oh. That kind of experiment.”

“Yes, that kind,” your smile only grew at seeing him wet his lips and squirm on his seat.

“There were some things I would like to–,” he put aside his datapad while starting to stand up.

“Oh no, you didn’t understand,” you cut him, and put your hands on his knees, forcing him to sit back again, and looked at him through your eyelashes. “You are going to be the subject today.”

He audibly gulped and took a deep breath through his nose. It wasn’t easy to render him speechless, and pride filled your chest and encouraged you, making you bolder than you would be otherwise. 

“You don’t have to do anything at all, just allow me to explore, is that alright?” As you spoke, you leaned towards him until your lips were a breath away from his, using your hands on his legs to balance yourself.

“It seems acceptable.”

You moved your lips to his neck, trailing your path with the tip of your nose, and gave him a small peck under his jaw, carrying on down until his turtleneck blocked your path.

“Tech? Would you be so kind as to pull down your shirt? My hands are busy.” 

To make your point, you gave his glorious thighs a firm squeeze. He raised his hand and pulled down the turtleneck, and as he was about to comment something very pertinent, you had no doubt, you bit down on the tender flesh of his neck and his witty remark turned into a strangled moan.

“Were you going to say something?” You licked the spot and continued with small kisses up again, towards his ear.

“Not at all, please continue,” his voice was steady, but the hand holding down his shirt was trembling slightly under your chin. His other hand was clenched on a tight fist, and you smiled against his neck. It just occurred to you that he was not used to being the one staying still, moreover, he was not used to relinquishing control in any situation, you were mildly surprised he was not telling you how to kiss him.

You gave a last bite to his earlobe and dropped to your knees between his legs in a smooth movement. He raised his eyebrows and his chest expanded in a deep breath that he let out slowly. Oh, it was so hard for him. Speaking of which. You shifted your attention to his crotch and let out your own breath shakily at the bulge you could outline through his trousers already.

The rough fabric felt stiff under your fingers as you moved your hands up his thighs until you reached the button, which popped open easily. The utility belt was next, and judging by the squirming of his owner, or he did not agree to your actions, or you were being excessively slow undressing him. By the time you finally opened his trousers wide enough, he was fully hard and a wet patch was visible where the tip was. So probably the latter.

“I’m going to suck you off, would you like that?”

“I believe I would, yes.”

You hummed, laughing internally at his oddly polite answer but chose to not make any comment in favour of getting closer to mouth his cock through his underwear. It was warm and solid under the fabric, and you slid it down with your fingers until your lips were no longer feeling the rough material, but the velvety softness of his cock. The musky smell of his pre-cum hit your nose, and you stuck out your tongue flat, dragging it up his member until you reached the tip and could taste the saltiness as well.

Tech’s voice got you out of your reverie, and you looked up at him without moving back, your lips softly resting on the tip of his cock. He was mumbling something, but one of his hands was covering his mouth and you couldn’t hear him properly. He caught you staring and stopped, removing his hand from his face and bringing it down to yours, brushing the side of your mouth with his thumb. 

You opened your mouth and let the head of his cock pass through your lips, until you could feel the ridge with your tongue. His thumb stayed on the corner of your mouth, feeling it stretch around himself, and his eyes were fixed on you behind those tinted lenses. He looked as if he wasn't breathing and the intensity of his gaze was too much for you, so you closed your eyes and focused once again on your task. Breathing through your nose, you let it slide further into your mouth and out again repeatedly, the weight of it in your tongue making you moan, and you wondered if he could feel the vibrations. At the back of your mind, you also noticed the wetness gathering between your legs at finally having his cock in your mouth, and your left hand crawled down to your inner thighs, resting it there and pressing the back of it into yourself to relieve some tension.

When your jaw started to ache, you reluctantly moved back and let it slide out, taking it in your hand, rubbing your spit and his pre-cum all over it. You were being carefully slow, trying to make it last as much as you could. Now that you finally had the courage to do this, you were going to enjoy it. He was rock-hard and flushed, and you might have been biased, but it was the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. His hand was still holding your jaw and didn’t allow you to move too far back.

“Are you afraid I will stop? Is that why you won’t let me go?” you asked him teasingly, looking up again. You kept pumping him, enjoying the smooth feeling of his hardness, his breath hitched in his chest every time you twisted your hand when reaching his tip.

“On the contrary, I ah– apologies,” his leg had started bouncing at some point, and it kept brushing against your shoulder. “I am stopping myself, darling.”

His statement was followed by a deep moan, triggered by your hand clenching on his cock at hearing his words. Unconsciously, your left hand pressed more insistently against your cunt, starting to rub slightly up and down.

“Stopping yourself?” your voice wavered when you finally paid attention to the man above you. His flushed face had an almost crimson shade and sweat pearled on his forehead, which, paired with his laboured breath, made him look absolutely wrecked. All because of you. You licked your lips and pushed yourself up, on the movement your breasts ended pushed against his balls and Tech closed his eyes while his hand gripped your jaw tighter. “Stopping yourself from doing what, Tech?”

“It is being excruciatingly hard to not push you to the floor of my ship and fuck you right there.” You gasped loudly at his words, and he reopened his eyes, completely black, and focused on you with an intensity that made your left hand move faster. “It was hard enough to ignore the way you were looking at me earlier.”

“Did you notice that?”

“I notice everything. Particularly if it’s about you, always if it’s about you. By how you were biting your lip while looking at my hands, I could assume exactly what you were thinking. Which, I must confess, made it impossible for me to focus on anything that wasn’t your flustered look.”

“Do you find me that irresistible?”

“I assume that’s a rhetorical question.” You had to laugh at his answer, but it came breathless and short, punctuated by a small moan when your knuckles brushed against your clit at your movement. This caught his attention and followed the motion down your body. “Are you— you are touching yourself, that’s unacceptable.”

Before you could process what he had said, he dropped to the floor with you and brought you both down, until you were laying down on your back with Tech looming over you. His arms encased your body and a thrill went down your spine at the look on his face, dark eyes, furrowed brows, he looked determined and dangerous. A soldier with a mission. Same as yours, you hoped.

“I was restraining myself because there’s nothing I respect more than the desire for knowledge, I didn't want to take control again, I was going to behave and let you do it your way,” he started to remove your clothes swiftly while talking, and you hissed when your back came in contact with the cold floor. “I was behaving, even though you were driving me crazy, but I am nothing if patient. But dank farrik, seeing you touching yourself and not doing anything? I don’t think so.”

By the time he stopped rambling, all your clothes were gone and you laid naked in front of him. He kneeled on the floor between your legs, and the vision was almost as good as before. His cock was forgotten, but still out, hard and leaking, his chest rising with every breath, the light that came from the window framing his silhouette, and he was looking at you again like the most fascinating creature in the whole galaxy. You reached for his vest and pulled him to you hastily, smashing a hard kiss to his lips. Your hands scrambled for the hem of his shirt and tried to pull it off unsuccessfully, until you realised that for that you had to stop kissing him, so reluctantly let him go and finished taking it off. When his head emerged again, you couldn’t resist giggling at seeing his goggles askew.

“Goggles stay on?” You asked, fixing them, and holding his face with both your hands.

“I would rather prefer that, yes,” he turned his face and dropped a kiss on your palm. “I prefer to see your face at the same time I hear you moan.”

You gave him one, as a treat, as he gave another open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your wrist. He lowered his head to your chest and started peppering kisses, and you tried to reach the last piece of clothing covering him, but it was too far, so you tried with your legs unashamedly, pushing his trousers down. You had managed to get them past his ass, when he lifted his head, a smirk on his face.

“Someone’s in a hurry.”

“Oh, shut up, you were just now rambling about how much you wanted to fuck me on the floor of your ship,” you lifted your hips, still trying to get leverage to keep pushing his trousers down, but his knees won’t let you go further. “You cannot say that to a lady and not expect her to become a little desperate about it, Tech.”

His smile turned sweet, and he stood up to finish lowering his trousers and removing his boots. You pushed yourself up on your elbows and enjoyed the show, those long legs looked good from every angle, and you were tempted to get to your knees again when he crouched and came back on top of you, this time completely naked. You kissed him, opening your mouth and letting his tongue in, while your hands explored the expanse of his back, his muscles shifting beneath them as he started dragging his whole body against yours, skin against skin in the most delicious friction.

He shifted and started kissing down your neck, leaving small bites, same as you did before with him. His hands moved down your body, and while one of them stayed fondling your breast, the other kept going until reaching your inner thighs. His dexterous fingers found your cunt, and he groaned deeply at how wet you were already.

“All this for me, darling?” He introduced one finger, and your hands grabbed his shoulders, trying to get him to get closer. “I think it is safe to say that you enjoyed your experiment.”

“I did, but please, now I need you, I—” your own moan cut you off when he inserted a second finger, and started to move them inside you, crooking them. “Please.”

He placed a kiss to your cheek and kneeled again between your legs, removing his fingers from inside you with an obscene wet sound, and took his cock, smearing it with your wetness. In your haze, you made a mental note to ask him to masturbate for you at some other moment because the show looked glorious, but right now you needed him inside you as soon as possible. 

Tech grabbed your hips and lifted them with his other hand until your ass was on his lap and your legs fell open at his sides. He positioned his cock at your entrance, dragging it through your slit up and down, gathering more of your wetness. Every time he pressed your clit, you tried to chase it, but his grip on your hip was firm enough that wouldn’t let you move.

“Are you ready?” His gaze was focused on your cunt, or on his cock dragging through it, you couldn’t be sure, but the image had to be good enough for his usually steady voice to sound low and breathless.

“Like a rotation a—aah.” Before you could finish your clever answer, he moved his hips and his cock penetrated smoothly inside you.

“Were you going to say something?” he repeated to you, but you were too busy enjoying the feeling of him filling you to actually appreciate the joke.

He stopped when he bottomed out, his pelvis fitted between your thighs, and took a moment to collect himself. You could see the sweat dripping down his face and the deep scowl of his eyebrows, his eyes were closed and both his hands were gripping tightly your hips now, keeping you in place and completely at his mercy. He took two deep breaths, in and out, and you let him took the obvious time that he needed to centre himself, but you also needed him to move, and soon. He felt the same way, because by the third breath his hips made a short thrusting that had both of you moaning, and he opened his eyes, as black as the void of the galaxy, and an unhinged expression crossed his face. You could almost hear his brain analysing what he was experiencing, and for a moment you thought that he was going to grab his datapad and write it down as he always did to process things, but his hips had not stopped, couldn’t stop it seemed, and his thrusts were growing in intensity, the pleasure overwhelming him.

“Tech, look at me, hey, look at me,” you grabbed his wrist and caught his attention, trying to make your voice firm, even though it came more as a desperate plea, “focus on me, don’t try to control it, it’s okay. Let it go and give it to me, I’ll take it.”

Your words seemed to snap something inside of him, his fingers digging into your flesh and the next thrust drove into you with no hesitancy, hitting a spot inside of you that made you mewl. He kept thrusting firmly against you, in powerful short lunges, and your nails scratched his forearm, trying to grab at something. There was no finesse on his thrusts right now, just an overwhelming power, but the position allowed him to go deep inside you and left your clit exposed to his blows and to the friction with his pelvic bone, making the knot inside you grow hot. 

A particular hard thrust made you gasp loudly and lose the grasp you had on his arms. Eager to do something with your hands, you grabbed your own breasts, which had been bouncing with every hard push from Tech, and started kneading them, playing with them and moaning at the added sensation of your hard nipples between your fingers. A wet and lewd noise engulfed the cockpit, the metallic walls echoing back your own moans. Tech’s movement stuttered, his gaze locked on your hands playing with your breasts, so you dropped one and motioned for him to come closer. With no hesitation, he let go of your hip and leaned towards you, your right leg dropping to the floor on the movement, while his mouth attached itself to your breast and sucked. You cradled his head, entangling your fingers with his hair and pulling softly, his moan vibrating through your skin.

The new position made him falter and for a moment he just kept thrusting superficially, out of inertia, his focus in devouring you. One hand was supporting his weight on the ship floor, while the other had travelled up, replacing your hand with his. While he was distracted, you grabbed his shoulders and flipped you both, putting yourself on top. You straightened your back and almost laughed at the offended expression on his face, if because of the switching positions or because you took your boobs away from him, you didn’t know. His face quickly changed when you spread out your hands on his strong chest, allowing your arms to push your tits together on display, and circled your hips.

“Oh,” he breathed out, his hands flying to your thighs, but only resting them there.

He seemed content with the show, so you focused on chasing your pleasure. Using his chest as leverage, you rolled and circled your hips, rutting against him at an increasing pace. The build up had you already so close that it didn’t take you long until you were panting, the edges of your orgasm present on every cell of your body, almost within your reach.

“You are almost there, aren’t you, darling?” Tech’s deep voice only pushed you closer, he sounded breathless, clearly enjoying this as much as you. “I think you would be able to bring yourself to completion just by fucking yourself on my cock, would you like that or do you want me to help?”

You clawed at his chest, your now jerking motions increasing speed, and some of the gasps leaving your throat might have sounded like a call for help because suddenly Tech’s fingers were firmly against your clit, pressing and circling in a rapid movement. Your orgasm crashed onto you, the force of it doubling you over, and collapsed against his chest, while he continued circling your clit, helping you to ride it out. Still not completely back from it, you noticed Tech’s small thrusts against you and lifted your head.

“Fuck me, don’t stop, I want you to cum in me, now.”

Your permission was all he needed, he planted his feet on the floor and started fucking you with a strength you didn’t know it was possible from his position. He surrounded your body with his arms, locking you in place, with his cock pounding against your pussy in a relentless pace, his delightful grunts reaching your ears mixed with the wet slaps. You were so sensitive from your recent orgasm that your moans turned into screams, but your body surprised you, and you felt another one rapidly growing and hitting you again. Your second orgasm dragged Tech with you, and he came with a deep and long moan that made you shiver.

You were exhausted and would have happily laid down on his chest for a nap, but the mess you both made was leaking out of you and Tech didn’t seem comfortable about it. He gave you a soft kiss and manoeuvred you back onto the floor, grabbing his own shirt, and started cleaning you methodically.

“How are you? Did I hurt you?” He anxiously inspected your body, noticing the faint marks on your hips. 

“No, but I did.” Your fingers grazed his forearm, where your nails had left your mark. There were angry red lines down his chest, as well, and they looked glorious.

“I wouldn’t worry about that, darling, these are hardly the worst injuries I have sustained,” he raised his arm, the blaster bolt scar that decorated his left side on display, and playfully hummed, inspecting closing his forearm and chest. “I rather like them.”

You chuckled, and not without effort sat up to give him a kiss on his cheek that made him smile. “I’ll keep that in mind,” you whispered cheekily, before kissing his lips this time, and putting your head on his shoulder.

For what seemed like an eternity, both of you stayed there, sitting on the floor, your fingers drawing patterns on his skin while listening to the steady rhythm of his heart against his chest. The sweat was cooling on your skin, and you were starting to feel cold. Now that you were not distracted, the floor was not exactly comfortable. But even though, it was the most perfect moment you could think of.

“Gravitational pulls,” he said, startling you.

You lifted your head and found him already looking at you with that glint in his eyes that signified that he had had a brilliant idea.

“Are you about to lecture me about what I didn’t pay attention to earlier?” You wouldn’t be surprised if that was his idea of aftercare, to be honest. You wouldn’t mind, either.

“I could, if you want, it is a fascinating topic, and very useful during interplanetary travels,” he pointed out, finger raised. “But actually, I was talking about us.”

“Us?”

“Indeed, I have been trying to find a suitable way to explain the way I feel about you. Simply saying that I love you does not suffice. It just came to me, it has to be a force of nature, I believe that scale does it justice. It is not a figure of speech, though, I do believe that physics might be the only way of explaining you and me.”

“Tech, I—“ you looked at him, confused for a moment, but then you thought about everything that had happened and smiled.

“Yes, darling?”

“I gravitational pull you too.”

“I know.”

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#smut #tech x reader #tech tuesday #tbb tech x reader #sunset writes #star wars smut

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Author Question Tag Game Thing

Thank you so much for the tag @siancore! 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

60

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

457,340

3. What fandoms do you write for?

SamBucky

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Pretend We're Real (Until We Are) So, This is Jealously The Winter Soldier Enjoys Baseball Take Care Focus on You

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. I get too excited not to.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Really, I only write happy endings but I guess I'll say The Night Hell Freezes Over because even though things work out in the end, it's just a road of angst until the very end.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Maybe I'll say Heartless Hunk of Metal because it's a fairytale AU so it feels like more was at stake and they had to work harder to get there.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I would say I've only gotten some stern criticism. I've made some honest mistakes purely from lack of knowledge/awareness but I've been lucky that people haven't been brutally hateful when criticizing.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, too much. Recently, I've actually calmed down and started writing (hopefully) elegant alludes to smut but in the beginning, almost every story had very long smut scenes or was all smut. I would say all my smut is usually emotional/sensual and sometimes I dabble in kinks lol. I'd like to write kinkier stuff but I'm nervous.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, it's probably because I become obsessed with one fandom/paring at a time and strictly write for them until I move on.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think so. A couple people have left comments asking if they could but I never followed up to ask for a link so I haven't seen them.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

SamBucky.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Maybe the Avengers party where Bucky will get drunk on Asgardian mead. It sounds like a simple story but it's been sitting in my docs forever.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd like to say I'm good at dialogue and characterization (at least of the mains)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action for sure. Anything that requires research, I'm so lazy sometimes it's the whole reason I don't write a certain story. And lastly, complex plot points. I struggle with writing lengthy, intricate multi-chapter fics.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'm scared of this. Sometimes I want to but I know Google Translate isn't always reliable and I don't know any other language well enough.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Friends. It's the only other fandom I've written for. Was obsessed until I moved on to SamBucky. We'll see how long this one lasts :)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I usually go with So, This is Jealously since I'm proud of a lot of things within that story.

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[ladylovesloki]

I love writing Loki fics too! 💚 Since I saw that requests are still open (if they aren't and you forgot to edit the pinned post that's fine, you can totally disregard the rest of this message) I was wondering if you were willing to write character x character?

If you are willing, could you please write a WinterFrost fanfic? (Loki x Bucky) If you aren't, could you please write a Loki x male Reader fanfic? I'm fluid but love x male Readers. Thank you!

- 🐱 anon

I hope smut is what ya wanted because it’s what ya got.

Enjoy!! Thank you for the request!

Title: Worth it

Pairings: Loki X Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Language, SMUT 😈

Summary: Loki discovers a little secret about Bucky. (Pure filth)

Loki was bored.

A bored Loki is never a good Loki.

He wanted a challenge.

The people of Midgard fawned over him enough that they made it too easy for him to take them to his bed.

Until he met the Winter Soldier.

Loki took it as a personal challenge. He wanted to bed the former Hydra Agent. He knew that Bucky would be a tough nut to crack but crack it he will.

He started off slow, going to training at the same time as him. Taking on missions he never really would’ve shown any interest in.

Bucky liked to go out to a bar close to the tower so Loki would go and watch him, looking to see where his interests lie.

One night Loki noticed he was looking at one of the men longingly. The man had a striking resemblance to Captain Rogers.

Bingo.

The following day in the training room Loki sees Bucky and Rogers training together, he notices the way Bucky likes to hold on to his positions a little longer, pinning down Rogers on the blue mat.

Oh this man has is bad.

Rogers seems completely oblivious as usual to his friends advances.

“Alright Buck I tapped.”

“Sure punk.”

Loki notices Bucky’s reluctance to remove his body from the captains but he did so…very..very slowly.

This was driving Loki crazy, seeing the two men roll around on the mat, covered in sweat, breaths heaving from exertion. 

Loki found himself jerking off to the image almost daily now, every stroke of his hand on his own cock he imagines Bucky being the one to make him feel every spark of pleasure. And every time he would reach his climax he would always feel that same emptiness afterwards. He wanted the real thing. He wanted it now.

He decided tonight was going to be the night.

He gets freshened up and dressed in his normal Midgardian attire and made his way to the bar he knew Bucky would be at.

Once he arrived he once again sees him sitting by the bar, alone, seemingly lost in thought.

“Sergeant.” Loki greets and takes a seat next to him at the bar.

“Mischief.” He greets Loki. “What brings you here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you leave the Tower besides for missions.”

“If you only knew Sergeant.. do you mind if I have a drink with you?”

“Sure..why not?”

Loki orders a whiskey, knowing that it’s honestly pointless. He never feels any effect from Midgardian alcohol.

“So..” Loki starts, “are you awaiting someone?”

“No..I’m just…blowing off some steam.”

“Oh? Did something get you…bothered…at the Tower?”

“Not really I just…needed to get out.”

“I can understand that, the Tower can feel a bit restrictive at times.”

“Exactly, I don’t think I can really be myself there most of the time. I can with Steve but even he doesn’t understand me..”

“Yes, the captain can be quite blind on certain subjects. Is there something I can possibly assist with?”

Bucky takes a good look at Loki.

“What do you want?”

Loki looks at him with a mixture of shock and hurt, “Sergeant Barnes, I am offended. I am simply trying to see if I can relieve some of your stress from the Tower.”

“Mmhmm. Sure.” Bucky takes a sip of his drink and continues to look forward.

Loki matches his line of site and sees the same man Bucky was staring at a few days ago, the one with the resemblance to the captain.

“Ahh…I see..”

“What? What do you see?” Bucky asks annoyed.

“Are you lonely Sergeant?”

“What kind of question is that? No I’m not lonely..”

“You seem to be ogling that man over there. I have a feeling you have been dealing with these feelings about the same sex for some time.”

“The fuck you talking about?” Bucky is getting angry.

“Just an observation.” Loki rises from his seat, leaving a bill to pay his tab.

“If you ever feel like you wish to explore your curiosities my door is always open. And I promise discretion of course. Good night Sergeant.”

Loki turns and leaves, hoping he left Bucky wanting enough that he decides to go through with the offer.

Later that night Loki is sitting in his suite reading by the fire when he hears a knock on the door.

He closes his book and walks over to the door, he opens it to find Bucky on the other side.

“It is late Sergeant, how can I assist you this evening?”

“Did you mean it?” Bucky asks, pushing his way into Loki’s suite without invitation.

“Please come in.” Loki says sarcastically. “What exactly are you referencing, I say a lot of things sometimes I mean them sometimes I don’t.”

Bucky looks at him sheepishly, “about what you said at the bar…that you would..you know what?.. never mind…” he goes to walk out the door but Loki stops him.

“Hold on Barnes, you are here to talk about what I said to you at the bar. You’re here to ask if it was a genuine offer.”

Bucky nods his head.

“Oh yes Sergeant, I absolutely meant every word.” Loki looks at Bucky with heat in his eyes.

Bucky is getting a little nervous now, he starts to think maybe he made a mistake..

“I should go, this was a mistake..”

Again he goes to walk past Loki out the door but Loki stops him by grabbing his arm.

“Now wait just a moment Barnes, why don’t we have a drink and we can talk.”

Bucky looks at him for a moment and nods his head.

“What would you like?”

“Beer if you have it.”

“I can conjure whatever you need Barnes.” Loki conjures Bucky’s beer of choice and hands it to him.

“Thanks..so how did you figure it out?”

“What?Your infatuation with the captain? Oh very early on I’m afraid. You have been dealing with this for quite some time haven’t you?”

“It’s not the easiest thing to come out and say, especially in the military.”

“I understand, your world is very short minded when it comes to sex, on Asgard we are free to love who we choose.”

“It sounds like a great place to live.”

“It was” Loki says sadly, he won’t admit it but he misses Asgard. He misses the food, the drink, the people. Midgard was too stuffy, everything Loki would normally partake in was known to be taboo here. Including his sexual appetites.

“So..you came to me for a reason Barnes. Why are you here?”

“I thought about what you said..and I wanted to see if your offer was still open..”

“Of course it is Sergeant..might I ask, have you ever fucked a man before?”

Bucky’s face turns red, he looks down and shakes his head.

“Ah..and how far were you wanting to go?”

“I’m…not sure…I’m kinda lost in all of this.”

Loki walks over to him and refills his glass of beer with his magic and fills a glass of wine for himself. He gestures over to the couch, “why don’t you have a seat Sergeant.”

“Can you call me James please?”

“Very well, have a seat…James.”

They both move over to the couch and have seat, Bucky sits closer to the edge of his seat all the way at the end of it. Loki lets out an airy chuckle and sits right next to Bucky, almost touching knees.

Loki can see Bucky is nervous so he tries to get him to relax by talking first, “tell me James, what is it you would like to explore today?”

“I’m not sure…”

“Ok, how about we start here.” He places his hand on Bucky’s knee. “How is this?”

Bucky focuses on Loki’s hand on his knee. “…it’s..ok..”.

“But not bad, yes?”

“No..not bad.”

“Good.” Loki starts to slowly massage Bucky’s knee and parts of his thigh.

“How long have you been curious about the same sex?”

“Since I first started in the Army to be honest with you..I kept on seeing the other men in camp and I couldn’t…I couldn’t…”

“Stop being aroused?..”

“I mean it wasn’t constant but I noticed I was attracted to men then, and then I thought about it and I think maybe…maybe I’ve always been. Don’t get me wrong I love dames too…”

“As do I, I find women to be absolutely stunning but I find men very appealing as well.”

“You’ve been with lots of guys?”

“I’ve been with many beings in my time, men and women alike. I’ve also been taken by both in male and female forms. I have experienced almost every kind of sex imaginable. Gender means nothing to me.”

“Wow..”

“Yes..it has been quite an adventurous life..I could help you discover things about yourself that you only dreamed of James. Would you like to?”

Bucky drinks down the rest of his beer, “ok..yes..I want to.”

Loki smiles, “glorious.”

He finishes his drink as well and gets up off the couch. “Let us go to my bed chambers and get more comfortable.”

Bucky gets up and follows Loki to his bedroom.

“Wow..Lots of gold.”

“Yes, it is an exact replica of my bed chambers back in Asgard, I’m a creature of habit. Have a seat on the bed James.”

Bucky does as told and sits on the edge of the bed, nervously rubbing his hands on his knees.

Loki walks over to him and stands directly in front of him between his legs, rubbing Bucky’s shoulders. “Relax James, you can still say no to this…you can go back to your rooms and we can pretend this conversation never happened.”

Bucky takes a deep breath, “no..I want to try..I have to know..”

“Alright..I’m going to remove my shirt, is that alright?”

“Yes.”

Loki steps back a little and removes it, he doesn’t use magic. Just slowly lifts up by the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

Then he moves to kneel on his knees and Bucky’s eyes widen.

Loki is kneeled down about an arms length away his hands are up, “alright?”

Bucky closes his eyes and takes a breath, “yea…yea..”

Loki puts his hands down on Bucky’s knees and widens his legs. Moving forward so that he is kneeling in between is knees. Loki starts to rub his hands up and down Bucky’s thighs, getting closer to his growing cock.

“Would you like to kiss me James?”

“Yes..”

Loki leans in slowly, and kisses him lightly.

He deepens the kiss by adding tongue, rubbing himself on Bucky’s still clothed member. He can feel it twitching underneath his touch. Loki can feel himself start to harden as well, every twitch of Bucky’s cock seemed to resonate in Loki’s own.

Loki continues to kiss Bucky and chances opening his eyes slightly, he sees Bucky’s are fully closed and he is losing himself in the kiss. Loki then reaches for the zipper of Bucky’s pants, slowly opening them. Bucky stops the kiss and looks down at Loki’s hands, Loki continues to work open Bucky’s jeans ignoring his focused gaze.

Once Loki has his pants undone, he reaches his hand inside and starts to caress Bucky’s now very hard cock. Bucky inhales sharply, takes Loki by the back of the head and shoves his tongue in Loki’s mouth. The kiss grows more intense the harder Loki rubs on Bucky, Loki removes his hand and helps Bucky slide out of his pants. Bucky’s cock bobbing slightly, his underwear constricting his natural movement. Loki sees the tip of his cock had leaked enough to soak through his underwear, he takes his tongue and licks the wet spot.

“Mmmm…you taste delicious James. May I remove the rest of your clothing? I will remove the rest of my own if you’d like.”

Bucky is breathing heavy, chest heaving he responds, “yes..”

Loki stands and removes the rest of his clothing, helping James out of the rest of his.

Loki kneels down again and kisses Bucky one last time before he moves on.

He gives Bucky a long look and then moves his gaze to his cock standing proudly, leaking.

Loki gives him a gentle lick and Bucky almost jumps off the couch.

“Oh! Wow..sorry…sensitive…”

“It’s alright James, are you ok for me to continue?”

“Yes..”

Loki nods and moves his head back to it’s previous position and again he licks him.

He works slowly around his slit, moving his tongue around his head slowly and then places the head of Bucky’s cock on his tongue. Rubbing the bottom of it with his tongue while he looks up at Bucky’s face which is facing up toward the ceiling eyes closed and his mouth open, sinful noises coming from him. 

Loki decides to pick up the pace and takes more of Bucky in his mouth, still using his tongue to swirl all around his shaft. He starts to lick and suck with some force, takes all of Bucky’s length in his throat, hitting the back of his throat.

“Ohh fuck! Fuck…fuhh…” Bucky’s hand goes to the back of Loki’s head, keeping Loki’s head in place and his cock deep down his throat.

What gag reflex?

Loki pulls back some so he can move up and down, slowly moving Bucky’s cock in and out of his mouth. Bucky gets lost in all of the sensations he was feeling and doesn’t realize it when his hips starts moving in and out of Loki’s mouth. He keeps his hand on the back of Loki’s head and slowly starts to fuck his mouth.

“Oh fuck..Loki…I’m getting close..”

Loki pulls away, “cum in my mouth James. We’re not through yet..this is only the beginning..”

He puts Bucky back in his mouth and starts to suck him with purpose, Bucky’s hand moves to the back of Loki’s head again and really starts to fuck Loki’s mouth. All you can hear are the sounds of Loki’s wet mouth and Bucky’s cry of ecstasy.

“Fuck I’m cumming! Fuck I’m cumming! Fuck.. Oh Fuck!”

Bucky cums down Loki’s throat, he was so deep Loki could feel every jerk of his dick with his tongue and every twitch of his head deep in his throat.

“Mmmm..James you are delicious..are you alright to continue? I would like to try something to get you ready for round two..”

Bucky is so drunk with pleasure he can only manage to nod while on his back looking up at the ceiling.

“Can you lie on your stomach for me James?”

Bucky gets up on shaky arms and flops down on his stomach, he grabs on to a pillow and moves it under his head. He gets so comfortable and relaxed, he starts to feel drowsy but then he feels something wet licking at his asshole.

He whips his head around and sees Loki on his stomach, in between his legs and his face in between his ass cheeks. Loki grabs them and separates them so he can have better access to his hole and starts to lick in and around it.

Bucky starts to feel his arousal shoot back to his cock, it’s slowly starts to fill with blood again.

Loki’s tongue moves in and out and Bucky starts to hump the bed below him, then he feels something try to breech his entrance. He whips his head around again to look at Loki who is rubbing his wet finger on Bucky’s hole, testing the tightness.

Loki immediately stops and looks at Bucky, “do you wish for me to stop?”

Bucky shakes his head…“no..I just..I’ve never….”

“I’ll go slow..I promise you will enjoy it and if you don’t I will stop as soon as you say to.”

Bucky takes a deep breath but does’t look away from Loki.

“May I continue…Sergeant?”

“Yes. Continue.”

Loki continues to lick and gently enter Bucky’s ass with this tongue, he then takes his finger and puts it in his own mouth to get it nice and wet. Very gently he inserts his finger, making sure to take his time massaging the tight hole. He also starts to lick above where his finger is to lubricate it more and loosen his tight hole a little more.

Bucky’s eyes roll to the back of his head, “fuuuckkkk”.

“Does this feel good James?”

“Yes…fuck yes…” he answers in a whisper, his eyes still closed.

He was able to stick his entire finger inside of Bucky and was slowly moving in and out, he took out his finger and then reinserted it with a second finger. After some time he was able to insert a third. Soon Loki was scissoring in and out of Bucky’s hole while Bucky basically bounced off the mattress from humping the bed so hard.

Loki stops and moves his body on top of Bucky’s.

“May I take your hole James? May I fit my fat cock inside of your gloriously tight hole?”

“I don’t..I don’t know if I can..”

“Ehehe..my dear Winter Soldier…you would be surprised at the things I can do.”

Loki opens Bucky’s legs wider and conjures some lube, spreading some on his cock and in Bucky’s hole so he can be easier for him to slide in. Once Loki is satisfied he slowly starts to push his cock in Bucky’s ass.

“Ahh..ahhh..”

Loki leans towards Bucky’s hear, “shushh James, do you want me to stop?”

“Ahhh..no…fuckk..you’re so big.”

“You’re not so small yourself, I look forward to having that fat cock in my ass.”

Loki pushes in with a little more force, he feels Bucky relax and then pushes deeper. He does this until he is fully buried inside Bucky.

Now it’s Loki’s turn to moan, “fuck. James you are so tight around my Godly cock. So gloriously tight..ughh..”

He slowly moves his hips but feels Bucky start to push back on Loki’s dick. Loki lifts Bucky up so he is on his hands and knees and grabs him by the hips. He starts to fuck Bucky with a little more force, feeling Bucky’s body get used to Loki’s intruding member.

Loki then takes his other hand, reaches around and wraps it around Bucky’s cock. Pumping it in time with his own cock now ramming Bucky’s asshole.

“Fuck Loki, I’m close again..”

“Oh no Sergeant. There is one more thing I wish to do before you are spent.”

He removes his cock from Bucky’s ass and gives him a slap on the ass cheek.

“Alright Sergeant…fuck me..”

Loki lays on his back on the bed next to Bucky, waiting for him to make the next move.

Bucky moves in between Loki’s legs and surprises Loki by putting his dick in his mouth.

“Ohh…oh..hello there..” Loki closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling of Bucky sucking him off a little. He does so well he gets Loki close to cumming.

“Oh fuck..James..”

Bucky stops with a pop of his mouth and moves so that he is kneeling between Loki’s legs again.

Bucky jerks his cock a little and Loki conjures the lube again and pours it on his cock and ass, pumping his fingers out of his own hole to prepare himself.

“I’m ready for you Sergeant.”

Bucky smiles at him and pumps his cock a few more times, the lube making him slick so his hand moves up and down easily. Loki watches him and licks his lips, salivating from the memory of how good Bucky’s cock tasted.

Bucky slowly enters Loki, he stops after his head enters, the sensations bringing him closer to his end sooner then he wanted.

“Take your time James, breathe. Here.”

Loki takes Bucky’s hand and wraps his fingers around his cock, he lightly starts to pump Bucky’s hand up and down. Showing them how tight he would like his grip to be. Bucky slowly starts to move his hips again.

“Fuck James..you feel so good..harder..”

Bucky starts to move faster and harder, he takes his hand away from Loki’s cock and grabs him by the hips. His metal arm shining from the moonlight in the window, he uses the strength from that very arm to grab Loki and use his strength to fuck him with everything he had. Thrusting in and out in and out.

“Fuck! Barns! Ahhh!!” Loki reaches for his cock and starts pumping hard and fast.

“Yes James! Yes…I’m cumming! Don’t stop!”

Bucky somehow managed to thrust harder and Loki cums all over Bucky’s chest and lower stomach. James slows down and takes his hand and wipes up Loki’s cum, he takes his hand puts Loki’s cum on his cock and shoves himself back inside Loki’s tight ass, fucking him with his own cum. He picks up the same pace as before and starts to thrust in and out of Loki with as much force as Loki can take.

“Fuck yes James. Fuck my ass. I want you to cum in me. I want to feel your essence in me. Please James. Give it to me?”

“Yes Loki..fuck..oh fuck…ahh..I’m close.”

Bucky’s rhythm is starting to get sloppy so Loki takes his hands and grabs Bucky by his ass cheeks helping him maintain his tempo.

“FUUUCKKKKK!!!”

Bucky cums the hardest he ever remembers cumming in his life. It just couldn’t stop and all he could do was keep on slowly thrusting his hips. He kept that slow pace until he eventually came to a stop. The feeling of his cock pulsing coming to an end as well. Now all he can feel is a peaceful numbing, he felt no pain, no aching. He flops over on his side.

Loki’s ears are ringing.

Fuck. That was better than he thought it would be.

“Barnes…Are you alright?”

Bucky’s chest is heaving, his metal arm laying across his stomach, “yea…yea I feel great.”

Loki nods lazily, feeling exhaustion start to seep through his bones. He looks over at Bucky.

“Barnes…”

“ZZzzZZ…”

“Ok then.”

Loki spells the two of them so they are clean of all bodily fluids and moves Bucky so he was higher on the bed, comfortably laying down under the blankets and his head on a pillow.

Loki climbs in on the other side and gets under the covers.

He places his pillow behind his back and sits up against the headboard conjuring the book he was reading before his evening with the Winter Soldier started. He thought about all of the boring missions he had to attend, early morning training sessions and late night trips to Bucky’s favorite bar in order to get to this night of debauchery. 

“Worth it.”

The end…

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[piecesofeden11]

20 Questions Fic Writer Tag Thank you so much for the tag, @grapenehifics This looks so much fun!! 1.) How many works do you have on ao3? Officially 37 but like ... 25 of those are part of the Kinktober Series and another 6 for the Obianidala Series. So, 6? :D

2.) What's your ao3 word count?  132,934 Woof! Nice! 3.) What fandoms do you write for?  At the moment, purely Star Wars. I have three story in the MCU verse but that was a long time ago :D

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos? Counting down, Ms Mojo style! 5: When Sorrow Sang (MCU, Thor/Loki, AU, Discontinued) 4: Half-Pass and Half-Pipes (Star Wars, Obi-Wan/Anakin, Olympics AU, Almost finished :D) 3: Heel (Star Wars, Obi-Wan/Anakin, Sith AU, UFO) 2: Like Puppets on a Broken String (Star Wars, Obi-Wan/Anakin, Fix It GffA, UFO) 1: Flying Blind (MCU, Steve/Tony, Oneshot) Okay, the fact that ... Heel with it's less than 2K words being above all 10 chapters of Half-Pass cracks me up xD The Sith-Thirst is SO real!

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Always! I am so, so grateful for every single comment I receive and I want to let people know! Also ... comment conversations/exchanging thoughts are the best!!

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? A Tapestry of Broken Hope ... which makes sense because it follows canon :D and does it get angstier than that?

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? This would be such a spoiler but ... Half-Pass! I mean ... common! We all know where this is going 🎩💍🎩💕

8.) Do you get hate on fics? Fortunately, I have not gotten any. I'd probably just delete the comment, though (not that I would not hurt ...)

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind? *glances at 25 stories of Kinktober* ... I try. I gotta admit though ... the heavier stuff ... is probably gonna go back into my reading-only corner :D

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I have written a MCU/Pacific Rim Crossover :D Find it here! I like it!

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of and I hope it stays that way!

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated? No. I thought about translating on my own into German but ... haven't gotten around to it. I think it would be an interesting challenge actually. That being said ... I'd love if anyone did it. (Or Podfic any of mine ... like ... that would be incredible)

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Not in the traditional sense I think, but I've exchanged thoughts voraciously with @grapenehifics on Half-Pass, and I'm currently collaborating with @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart on the new Dancing with the Stars AU (Coming to an Archive of our Own near you soon!)

14.) What's your all time favorite ship? Don't make me chose! (Obikin ... who am I kidding?)

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will? When Sorrow Sang was actually a very cool idea and I remember being so hyped about it but then the energy just fizzled out.

16.) What are your writing strengths I hate this question 🥺 I don't know :( I'm not good at praising myself

17.) What are your writing weaknesses? Overthinking, Conversations, Cohesion?

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I love bringing the element of multi-linguality into stories. Sometimes I will use my native tongue as a stand-in for non-basic (in SW terms :D)

19.) First fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written? Nah ... I'm not doing this! :D (I do adore Half-Pass ...) I'm tagging YOU! Yes, you! Reading this rn!!

#eden rambles #ask game #writers ask

[tazzy-ace]

Twenty questions for fic writers

Tagged by @dual-domination Thanks!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

13. Not a lot by many folks standards but it still surprises me when I realize it's that many. In my brain I feel likes it's only been a handful of fics

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

74,551

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly DMBJ, aka Grave Robber's Chronicles, with some Guardian mixed in

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Easy to be with you at 66 kudos, this one is actually my first fic I posted for a Taiwanese drama that I really love. Means a lot that it received so much love from that little fandom

Not a Hissy Kitten at 63 kudos, a very fun Liu Sang focused fic. Loved the vibes with this one

Sanctuary of Company at 28 kudos, soft Gen fic for Detective L. Very sweet and comforting

That Mystery Date at 28 kudos, aka my first contribution to the rarepair hell of weilanxie. Couldn't be happier jsksjs

A New feeling of Safety at 26 kudos, the Shen Wei goes on a tomb adventure with Wu Xie fic. Lots of fun

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Definitely. Sometimes my brain goes offline for a while and I don't respond for a month+ jskjd but I like responding to comments

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't think any of the fics I've posted really have angst-y endings. At least rn. One of my wips has an angst filled ending for the ending but I haven't gotten there. But it's meant to be part of a longer series that would eventually have some comfort when it's all over

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A tough choice. I think I'm torn between the found family comfort in Safe with Family or the just pure domestic fluff of My Shelter.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope. I've been lucky.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yup. It usually ends up pretty emotion focused and intimate. Sex scenes as a character study type deal jsksjs

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Oh yeah. Most of my published fics are at this point. The craziest would have to be one that no longer sees the light of day from back during my Wattpad days. A crossover of Supernatural and ... wait for it, drumroll ... Taming of the Shrew jsksjs. Aka what I got up to writing in a composition note book during high school in English class

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Sorta? Me and Hyde have cowritten in the same shared universe before, building off each other's works for a 2luo universe. It's super fun. We'll probably end up doing some proper co-writing eventually

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Of all time, hands down Leverage ot3 of Parker x Eliot x Hardison. Adore them so so much

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have doubts about finishing my Kunlun x Wu Xie fic set while Wu Xie is in college. My brain favors the shorter standalone fics that link together/are in a connected universe over writing longer form stuff so my goal with that fic of long chapters and 3 fics in the series to tell the story that's in my brain definitely feels like a daunting task.

16. What are your writing strengths?

The vibes? Jsksj but for real, yeah just feeling my way with characters and trusting how I know them to carry me through the story as I'm writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Attention span? I follow the passion and vibes when I'm writing so that it stays a fun and less stressful thing, so sometimes things get left on the back burner for a while. Haven't admitted defeat totally for any fics yet, but yeah. It's a challenge.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Hmmm mixed feelings in fics in general. It can be an interesting device to use in stories. I don't think I'd ever do it in my fics. I'd probably just add after dialogue if it's in another language that the character perspective closest to knows, or just add narration that another character says something in another language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ooo another fic that no longer sees the light of day from my time on Wattpad. A major crossover fic with kids of various marvel characters and also Sherlock. Fun little thing. Jsksj I guess crossovers have always been in my blood.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Parts of me I have been Neglecting Its subject matter means a ton to me and the fic I find myself going back to the most. Shen Wei discovering how to accept and love himself while realizing his love for others isn't as limited as he was always lead to believe.

Not sure who all has been tagged in this so apologies for anyone that's already done this but I'll go ahead and tag @theflagscene @fixaidea @meluci-fer

#tag game #questions for fic authors

[sesshy380]

20 questions writer meme

I’ve seen this on my dash a few times, and I’m going to take the open invitation from @alectoperdita to do it.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

14

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

402,481

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Yugioh DM

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My Kudos stats are a bit skewed because I got hit by the Kudosbot on three separate occasions. That being said, here is the list according to AO3 (I will mark which ones have false numbers)

Yu-Gi-Oh: Tangled Web of Fate (incorrect numbers 🚫) (it hurts me the most on this particular fic because it’s my ongoing baby 😭)

Don’t you…have a company to run? (correct numbers ✅)

Returned (correct numbers ✅)

Task Failed Successfully (mildly incorrect numbers 🚫)

Talking with Myself (incorrect numbers 🚫)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to respond to all comments, though sometimes I see one while I’m busy with something else and forget to come back to it later.

I promise if I don’t respond, it’s usually because of this and by the time I remember, anxiety brain tells me it’s outside of the acceptable timeframe to post a response. I know that’s not true, but anxiety wins 99% of the time in this situation.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Everyone that’s read my fics knows how much I love angst. That being said, I can’t end them that way. The closest I think I’ve come to an angsty ending is the way some of the chapters end in Our Scars remind Us that the Past was Real.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I want to say either The things we do for Love or Crazy for You.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not hate. The closest I’ve gotten is a ‘negative review via bookmark comment’. I’ve learned to just ignore that particular bookmark.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I made the attempt with Task Failed Successfully. I have realized that it’s not my thing writing-wise (but I still love to read it lol)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not yet, though I do have a few in my Rabbit Hutch (what I call my bunny docs).

One is pure crack insanity that is basically a 4th wall breaking parody of Dragon Age Origins with the Yugioh DM cast as the main characters.

The other is a bit more serious and is set in the World of Warcraft universe with the Yugioh DM cast as the main characters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I had one copied and posted without my consent on another platform (it still listed me as the Author though). I filed a petition to have it removed, and while it still shows up in the search results on that platform, when you click the link it states that the fic was removed.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, and at one time I wouldn’t even consider it. Now I would, but I would be selective to people whose writing styles I am very familiar with.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I don’t have just one. The following are all on equal ground:

Deathshipping

Gemshipping

Conspireshipping

I’m also a huge fan of the Dark/Caste/Hateshipping (it’s complicated so I just include all the variations) I have building in my longfic. I love putting those two idiots into situations.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Probably one of the ones in my Rabbit Hutch that I already know will be longfics. I want to finish my current longfic before I try to tackle any of the others.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmmm…I want to say being descriptive? Like, the part where you paint the scene and feelings using words…if that makes sense.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing from a character perspective that I don’t click with. It’s not that I don’t like the character, I just find myself having a hard time getting into their mindset. * cough* Yugi * cough *

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have done this for a few parts of my longfic, and when I say I go to great lengths of research to make sure it’s right, I mean it. I usually write the English spelling equivalent for Arabic, and for Gaelic I tend to write some of it from a phonetic perspective (I put that in the A/N at the end if it’s phonetic). Foreign language dialogue is something I primarily use to express intimate declarations (like ‘ana bahebik’).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I’ve only written for one fandom at this point, and that’s Yugioh DM

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Oh wow. I love all of my fics to some degree, but if I had to choose one to be my fave…probably White Lady.

The comments I’ve received on it helped boost my confidence in my writing back during a time when I was really starting to doubt my writing ability. Sometimes when I need a confidence reminder, I go back and reread it and then look over all the wonderful comments.

I'm not tagging anyone, but if you see this and want to do it consider yourself tagged!

#20 questions writer meme

[chad-valorant-enjoyer-and-writer]

Sova x Sage / Kinks.

Happy kinktober!

Prompt:

Sova and Sage are the only two in the protocol headquarters.

Why is the best scout and the Healer kept back? Sova, broke his foot after catching sage as she fell off of the higher crates. Landed on his foot wrong. Nasty stuff. Sage is taking care of him.

Word count: That's for weaklings, I write until it's done.

Tags: Smut. That's it. What did you expect? Also, they've been secretly dating for a while now.

.....................................

Sova and Sage sat side by side on one of the medical beds, just enjoying each other's company.

Sage looked at his foot with guilt. "I'm sorry for causing you this trouble. Because of me you can't walk without a crutches." She whimpered, almost on the verge of tears.

Sove turned to her and sighed. "It's not bad. Don't be sad, my dear."

Sage shook her head. "Haven't you seen the X-ray?! Most of your right foot bones have been pulverised. It was that bad!" She pouted. "I couldn't heal you with my powers since the bones could set incorrectly."

Sova just sighed again, wrapping his arm by Sage's waist. "Now, Now... Don't cry."

She started to tear up. "B-Because of me you were hurt... A-and–

Chu

"W-what was that for!?" Sage gasped, pulling away. She put her hand on her neck.

Sova had kissed her nape while she was guilt tripping. The Russian chuckled. "I told you, I'm fine. On the bright side, we can spend time together without trying to hide."

Sova pulled her closer and for some reason, she couldn't look at him directly. Sage just stared aimlessly.

"T-That not the point–"

Chu

"Could you not do that!?" Sage gasped. Sova kissed her on the cheek this time, promptly cutting off her next statement.

They were face to face now, and she could she his mischievous face making that expression. His smile was soft and caring, his gaze gentle and his expression full of love.

"I'm glad I got hurt instead of you, never feel guilty my love. Seeing you hurt, hurts me more than any wound." Sova whispered in perfect mandarin.

Sage was surprised at the sudden change of language, she didn't know he knew how to speak her language.

"You learned Chinese?" she gasped.

The Russian smirked and looked away with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I don't know what your talking about."

Sage felt her cheeks redden. "Y-You totally did!" She exclaimed. "You leaned it... Just for me..."

Sova watched as his beloved started to fidget with her fingers. He loved it when she turns red like that.

"That's right... Only for you–"

Chu

If blushing redder was possible, Sage definitely did. The feeling of love burst within her with that kiss to her head.

"Y-You've been having fun teasing me!" She grumbled cutely, almost in a whisper.

Sova blinked twice before chuckling. His voice deep and smug.

"That's because you're too cute. Your reactions make me want to bully you." He whispered seductively into her ear, before nibbling on the tip of it.

Without thinking twice, she pushed him down onto the bed, causing him to bounce a little. She straddled him with a angry pout.

"Y-You s-scoundrel..." Sage muttered.

Sova smiled, before switching the positions. Sage gasped as her back was now on the mattress and her boyfriend stop of her with he legs wrapped around her waist.

"Is that so?" He asked, the question rumbling in his throat that way that turns sage on.

She chewed her lower lips. "oh God.." She whispered as Sova began his attack on her lips.

For a gentleman and overall friendly individual, Sage was surprised at how much inititive he takes in love-making. It was as if his real talent was in bed, not with a bow.

Tongues were clashing dancing around like a waltz in their mouths, but alas, they needed air. Pulling apart, they exchanged gazes of pure lust.

Normally, they would keep their urges in check as the protocol headquarters for any sort of fraternization– but today? It was all for them. They could go as loud as they wanted. Also, no one follows that rule anyway, especially Viper and Chamber.

"Safe word?" Sova asks, unbuttoning his cloak. As sage was going to answer, he interrupted. "...actually, I doubt you could use your mouth for anything else other than voicing out your pleasure." He winked, unbuckling his belt.

Sage couldn't only look at him with earnesty. Sova was a very honest man, and when he declares something like that– she knows walking tomorrow isn't a possibility. It does not help her case at all that she loves rough play– completely lewd when compared to her mature and upright facade.

"just shake your head if it is no longer pleasurable."

Sage nodded earnestly, humming in delight.

"Good girl." Sova praised, making butterflies in her stomach.

He resumed his onslaught of kisses on her neck, gently carressing it with his tongue. "Don't be embarrassed to let all out. Okay?"

"Mmmhhm!" She hummed, watching as his hands slipped underneath her clothing.

Taking both her wrists and holding them together with his left hand, Sova exchanged looks of satisfaction with his lover. "You love this, don't you?"

His finger slipped into her folds, making he squeel in pleasure. "Hhnnngg~"

"Wow, I knew you were vocal, good girl."

Curling his finger rhythmically, Sova sucked and licked on her neck making his way down slowly. The sweet fluid dripping smeared Sova's fingers as he pulled out.

"nnng..." Sage pouted, disappointed. "H.. Hurry... Put it in..."

Sova raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

He returned his hand in her, adding another finger.

"Hhnnngggg~ ahh.... Ah...."

"C-Could you repeat that, my love?"

"pu– Hhnnngggg ah! Ah– it... InnnNNNN~"

A gush of fluid exited her body, shaking her core with great intensity. The pleasure was do great, she could barely string together a sentence.

Her dazed face worried Sova. "A-Are you okay?!" He asked, removing his hold on her wrists.

She heaved for breath. "Hah... That felt good... My legs a dumb..." Sage huffed in mandarin.

Sova sighed in relief, feeling guilty for being so intense. "S-sorry, I went to fa– mmph!"

After going that far, Sage isn't going to let him go. It seems that Sova had overestimated himself here. His honest mistake

Le fin.

Bonus: Cypher comes back from a tiresome mission, and he retreats back into his room. A habit of the all-seeing owl kicked in, forcing cypher to review the camera footage, just in case.

"Everything is normal..."

it was until he clicked on the camera in the medbay. To his surprise, his jaw dropped in his mask.

The bed tucked in the far corner, just in the camera's blindspot, shook and rattled. turning up the volume due to his curiosity, he immediately shut it off.

"Harder! ahn...Ahhhh!--"

The secret keeper just stood in front of his screen, gobsmacked beyond belief.

"N-Now that was unexpected."

He did not snitch to brimstone butinstead poked fun at the secret couple.

#valorant sova #valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant sage

[constable]

Rules

Basic Etiquette Expectations:

Don’t godmod unless we’ve discussed it.

I support reblog karma and so I expect you to not reblog memes from me unless you send some.

Please don’t remind me about replies/threads unless I ask (because I have a tracker and if I’m not replying it’s because I don’t have muse for it) but questions are a-okay! Bothering me about plotting is also great because I will forget we were doing that.

If you’re not a rp blog, don’t interact with my starter calls or plotting calls.

Don’t reblog threads you aren’t a part of.

OOC, preferred names and pronouns need to be respected.

If you don’t want me as a part of your rp experience, just block me.  You don’t have to tell me why you’re doing that and I’d rather you didn’t.

Things to Know About How I Run the Blog/Interact So You Can Decide How to Curate Your Own Experience:

This is an 18+ only blog. If you’re a minor, please don’t hang out here because I’m a real 21+ adult and it makes me uncomfy. If you do though, and I realize it, I’ll block you.

I don’t do in-character stuff in the IMs or write off-tumblr with people I don't know well.

I’m very friendly to side-blogs and multis and I set my blogs up specifically to be mobile-accessible.

I’m not going to write with you if your muse doesn’t have an easily-accessible bio or about page. This goes double for if your muse is canon-divergent.

I’m happy to rp with well-developed and interesting OCs, including relatives of canon characters, but not without plotting and available background info for reference.

I’m not mutuals-only. If you are and you’re not going to follow me back, just know that I’m not going to remember which blogs on my dash care about that and I might accidentally interact.  If that bothers you, I’m fine with you blocking me.

Just because I don't want all of your stuff on my dash all the time doesn’t mean I won’t write with you. If I’m not following you, you can still interact.

I might not want to write with you based purely on vibes. That’s fine.  We’re all here for fun.  And it’s fine for you to do the same in regards to me, but don’t tell me why you’re unfollowing/blocking/not interacting. 

I’m not going to pay any attention to your DNI list.  Curate your own experience. If something about me bothers you, you can block me, but I’m not going to do that work for you.

I’m probably not shipping or writing smut on this blog, but if there is NSFW content, it’ll be tagged ‘lemon’.  

I try to tag major triggers using the format ‘_ cw’, ‘_ tw’, or ‘_ mention’ but I’m not very consistent. If you want me to remember really specific things to tag and want me to tag it in a specific way… I’m probably going to forget.

There will be a lot of intense themes on this blog including past and current medical/domestic abuse (Mora is the worst), genocide, war, child abandonment, and changelings setting themselves up as gods (and Odo potentially liking it). This is the warning.

My brain is terrible.  I’m probably gonna vent about it and other stuff ooc.  If I think I’m being especially annoying, I’ll put it under a readmore, but if occasional negativity and vagueing is a big problem for you, you can just block my ‘ooc’ tag.

If that's not enough info, I have a 'psa' tag you can scroll through.

If you’ve read all this, let me know, yeah? Just a ‘hey, I read your rules’ is plenty for me. Or just like this post.

Odo’s bio

#rules #odo about #odo verse #navigation #initiate #psa

[cptjeanluc]

Rules

BASIC ETIQUETTE EXPECTATIONS:

Don’t godmod unless we’ve discussed it.

I support reblog karma and so I expect you to not reblog memes from me unless you send some.

Please don’t remind me about replies/threads unless I ask (because I have a tracker and if I’m not replying it’s because I don’t have muse for it) but questions are a-okay! Bothering me about plotting is also great because I will forget we were doing that.

If you’re not a rp blog, don’t interact with my starter calls or plotting calls.

Don’t reblog threads you aren’t a part of.

OOC, preferred names and pronouns need to be respected.

If you don’t want me as a part of your rp experience, just block me.  You don’t have to tell me why you’re doing that and I’d rather you didn’t.

THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT HOW I RUN THE BLOG/INTERACT SO YOU CAN DECIDE HOW TO CURATE YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE:

This is an 18+ only blog. If you’re a minor, please don’t hang out here because I’m a real 21+ adult and it makes me uncomfy. If you do though, and I realize it, I’ll block you.

I don’t do in-character stuff in the IMs or write off-tumblr with people I don’t know well.

I’m very friendly to side-blogs and multis and I set my blogs up specifically to be mobile-accessible.

I’m not going to write with you if your muse doesn’t have an easily-accessible bio or about page. This goes double for if your muse is canon-divergent.

I’m happy to rp with well-developed and interesting OCs, including relatives of canon characters, but not without plotting and available background info for reference.

I’m not mutuals-only. If you are and you’re not going to follow me back, just know that I’m not going to remember which blogs on my dash care about that and I might accidentally interact.  If that bothers you, I’m fine with you blocking me.

Just because I don’t want all of your stuff on my dash all the time doesn’t mean I won’t write with you. If I’m not following you, you can still interact.

I might not want to write with you based purely on vibes. That’s fine.  We’re all here for fun.  And it’s fine for you to do the same in regards to me, but don’t tell me why you’re unfollowing/blocking/not interacting. 

I’m not going to pay any attention to your DNI list.  Curate your own experience. If something about me bothers you, you can block me, but I’m not going to do that work for you.

I’m probably not writing smut on this blog, but if there is NSFW content, it’ll be tagged ‘lemon’.  I'm going to be very picky about shipping here though because Jean Luc is aromantic.

I try to tag major triggers using the format ‘_ cw’, ‘_ tw’, or ‘_ mention’ but I’m not very consistent. If you want me to remember really specific things to tag and want me to tag it in a specific way… I’m probably going to forget.

My brain is terrible.  I’m probably gonna vent about it and other stuff ooc.  If I think I’m being especially annoying, I’ll put it under a readmore, but if occasional negativity and vagueing is a big problem for you, you can just block my ‘ooc’ tag.

If that’s not enough info, I have a ’psa’ tag you can scroll through.

If you’ve read all this, let me know, yeah? Just a ‘hey, I read your rules’ is plenty for me. Or just like this post.

#rules #psa

[otaku-girl-ao3]

20 questions for fic writers

This seemed like fun 😅💖

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

39 on AO3 (I’ve still got so many I never bothered to port across and probably never will 😅 All of my new stuff goes on here though!)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

512,495 uploaded so far (though I’ve got quite a backlog still to edit and upload).

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Wonka (2023), Undertale, BNHA, You me and the Apocalypse at the moment. Maybe I’ll go back to MCU, LoTR and Witcher someday. I am really, really tempted to start writing for more Mathew Baynton related fandoms; I am utterly obsessed with Ghosts at the moment as a reader 😅 I need more Thomas/Pat, Thomas/Julian, and Pat/Cap in my life! 🔥

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Twelve steps - 2,927 kudos - MCU, post civil-war, following the twelve steps of grief after a physical injury changes Tony’s life forever. 

Unleashed - 1,274 kudos - Undertale, fellswap, shameless reader/Mutt/BlackBerry BDSM fic.

One track mind - 840 kudos, MCU, found family Darcy-centric Drabble. 

Unforgivable - 628 kudos, Hobbit, post-canon everyone lives fix-it.

Taking the me out of teamwork - 602 kudos, MCU, Tony leaving the avengers Drabble. 

5. Do you respond to comments? Why? Why not?

I now do my best to respond to every comment I get on every fic. I used to worry it was weird or annoying, but now I just try and focus on showing my appreciation for anyone that takes the time and effort to comment on my silly things.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooooh gosh, either Twelve Steps (kind of a hopefully ending at least), Dark Deeds and Bitter Choices (my first finished and shared dove), or possibly Three Strikes (which I will go back to write an even darker follow-on at some point). 

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Aaaa what even is happiness? Probably (Pure) Imagination; it’s just smut with a very open but happy ending. Or The Most (Un)Romantic Day of the Year (which I should up uploading in early April '24).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I got some for one of my Undertale fics where people hadn’t fully read the tags 🥲 That fic hasn’t been finished but hopefully I’ll go back to it one day. 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I mainly write smut now 😅 80-90% of that is some kink of BDSM, fetish, or kink related smut. A real mix of long fics and one-shots. I feel more comfortable writing smut than I do fluff at this point!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have started writing them again. At the moment, Wonka (2023) x You, Me and the Apocalypse (2016) is probably the most recent strange one? I’m also working on something Wonka (2023) x Ghosts (2019) at the moment, possibly with a bit of Spy (2011) and You, Me and the Apocalypse (2016) thrown in, but I'm not sure yet if I'll actually upload that one or not.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of 🤞

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I believe Twelve Steps was translated into Russian but that’s it. 

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not, but I’d absolutely love to! 👀

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

At the moment? Felix Fickelgruber x Willy Wonka (2023); it used to be Duo x Treize x Zechs 😅 but even back then that was a rare pairing to find 😅 I’m not sure if I’ve got an all-time favourite ship anymore; I prefer specific tags to ships. I’ll read anything sugar daddy or most healthy RACK/SSCK BDSM-related fics. Oh! Or anything with good, detailed aftercare.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

It’s not looking great for Unforgivable 😢 maybe some day I'll go back to it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have no shame when it comes to smut. I’ll try writing (almost) anything at least once. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Repetition. So, so much repetition. Editing is not my strong suit, though I try my best.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It can be interesting if done well? Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it adds much to the story and can just slow things down for the readers (especially if there is no translation provided).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Gundam Wing as a literal child back in the 00s 😅

20. Favourite fics you’ve written?

Sugar Daddy? Call Me (Sir) has to be my absolute favourite just because it introduced me to so, so many amazing new fandom friends along with my absolute favourite discord server of all time.

His (Darkness) is the one I’m most excited about writing at the moment.

For A Moment is probably the one I most want to go back and do a sequel for, I feel far too bad about leaving Felix in that situation.

Dark Deeds and Bitter Choices is probably one of my absolute favourites (and ironically one of my least kudos’d multi-chapter fics); I think it’s just a bit too dark for the fandom which I totally get. 

(Pure) Imagination is the one that helped me get back into writing again, so it's got a special place in my heart.

#ao3 writer #writers on tumblr #fanfiction writer #my writing

[beomnoullitheorem]

“Write?”

— “Talk smuts to me so I'll fuck you now”

• Genre : Smut, A little bit of tension, Fluff (at the end?), Established Relationship, NSFW, 18+

• Starring : CEO-Boyfriend!Beomgyu × Secretary-Girlfriend!Reader

• Note : The characters in the following fiction are 18+ & everything happening around & to them is entirely consensual.

→ Reader is described with pronouns like She/Her.

• Disclaimer : This is all PURE FICTION. I do not implicate any kind of reflection of the happenings/character morals etc in here to the idols' real life characters, morals etc.

→ The following content contains Mature themes and Strong languages. The content could be upsetting to some readers as well. MUST read the Warnings & Disclaimer before scrolling dow further. Reader discretion is advised.

• Word Count : 4.9k+

• Smut Warnings : [MDNI], Consensual Sex, a little Hardcore, A lots of teasing and dirty talks, Pet names (Princess, Beomie, Beomie Bear, Gyu, Pretty, Pretty girl, Beautiful, Sweetheart etc), Multiple orgasms, Unprotected Sex (No! Don't commit this!), Squirting, Beomgyu asks her to speak smuts to him, Reader does what he says, etc (Lemme know if should add more!)

• Plot Warnings : (I don't put this usually but I think this one needs it) Reader is caught while she reads smut in the office by Beomgyu, her boss. Also, her boyfriend. Beomgyu gets insecure thoughts but later it all vanishes as they do it (have sex), Reader just says some awkward things in anxiety to which Gyu later makes it alright, She is insecure about her self as she hasn't had much experience, So SHE IS HINTED to be inexperienced, They bicker at the end. That's all.

• Writer's message : I have already warned. Be kind and then come at me. I don't condone despisal. Also, I'm not responsible for the content you chose to consume. Crystal clear? Go ahead and read! Hope you enjoy <3 Reblogs, replies or inbox responses are highly appreciated!

"Whoa," He said, looking into her computer from her back. "Reading the forbidden, huh?"

"Waaah! You scared my heart out you-" She paused when she looked at him smirking and just centimetres apart from her face. Bent, smirking, ogling at the screen and then her, standing behind her chair, with his intentions unclear.

She instantly grabbed the mouse and put on YouTube which had recipe videos. She only hoped this man close to her ogling at her now didn't notice. But as he saw YouTube again in fraction of seconds, he chuckled.

"I didn't expect you to be such a perfect criminal. A back-up page to cover your crime in an instant? Oh damn.." He expelled his thoughts. He really was intrigued but was questioning that why would she read it?

Choi Beomgyu, her boyfriend. Both of them working together in a company. Him, her CEO and Her, his Personal Assistant and secretary. Their bond was just full of infatuation. Both of them understand eachother as if they're each other's selves.

Beomgyu seemed a chaotic complex for his blunt and goofy nature. While she was the chaos and adrenaline who decided to study his nature. And the way she developed an outlook on him, the way she started looking at him was just efficient enough for her to get infatuated.

She didn't exactly claim to study him. It was her 'get-to-know-him' step to further get attached to him by binds of 'Love' and that further grew into the desire to make him her's forever.

She calls him, "Gyu" and "Beomie bear" mostly which bothered him at the beginning. Indeed he is called various names by his comrades and his close acquaintances but his Junior calling him that, did the work of bothering.

They hanged out a lot after their work hours, thanks to thier colleagues & acquaintances which helped the secretary and the CEO be casual around each other. He has no reason why he's so drawn towards her.

But being called "Beomie Bear" so lovingly had an effect on him. He then found himself trying to befriend her and immediately realized it's not the friendly longing but something more profound.

They never labelled what they were but confided in eachother well and ended up becoming closer than ever. They know each other too well. Soon he took the initiative to ask her be his girlfriend.

He somehow managed to get her on a date, and she agreed. But he has additional plans.

They started dating getting closer and closer. That's how they've been together for more than 2 months now. But never took it to that far where they have slept together.

They did cuddle in bed together, make out, and do a lots of fluff but it was never that sleeping together.

"I thought you were working and didn't want anyone to disturb you, but there's a whole different thing going on in here, mind explaining that?" He questioned her enjoying it fully inside.

"I finished it a while ago, Beomgyu and since I had nothing to do I decided to watch recipes," she lied, straightly even when she was caught red handed.

"I never once have seen this happening but you know... lying doesn't suit you," He mocked.

She was panicking inside. He doesn't tolerate these kind of things in his office but they were the only one in the company right now so he would be busy and she could read it, as she doesn't get to do it in her own house or his as they spend too much time with each other doing some goofy couple like things and just cuddling or making out.

That's what encouraged her to do this. And why was she reading it even? To make sure their first time is perfect without her panicking. Yeah, she's got insecurites & fears and is afraid of her...self. She thinks that he should get the best of her.

She figured out some fantasies that he might try on her once they start sleeping together. From the most boring to the freakiest that Beomgyu can come up with. She read them, preparing herself for the worst, or the best. All in all, their first time must be perfect.

As Beomgyu who had now discovered this very little thing his girl had done, he didn't have the clear picture of what she was trying to pull. So he asked her directly, "Why did you read porn so discreetly?"

She choked on her own saliva listening to his question. Why did he have to put it so bluntly? That's not Porn. Like it's written. Ugh... I almost died a 100 times due to embarrassment after being caught and now his question ain't helping me much.

"That's not porn. That's called a smut," She retorted. She got a scoff from him, he was smirking outside. Inside, he was a little insecure.

"What were they doing in that?" He asks her to which quickly and absent-mindedly answers, "Having Sex."

"Then that's what we call porn." He announces to which she opposes, "THAT'S NOT! IT'S A SMUT" She answers frantically.

He was looking at her being nervous. Honestly, she did complete her work and submitted but she didn't have to use "work" as a reason to read something lewd discreetly? It wasn't his thing to be bothered but he was enjoying being bothered about it.

He had something else in mind. He was ogling at her. What could it be? It was fueling him and at the same exciting him. He wanted to do it with her but she said she needed time. Now she is reading this. Is she ready now? Why didn't she anything like she wanna try it or anything? This started bothering him.

She nervously uttered, "Out of-" and before she could even answer, he turned her chair and quickly planted his lips on her neck which earned him a soft moan.

He dragged his kiss down to her Clavicle and besides of it. That's when her heavy breathing turned into a moan quickly. Chuckling, he continued sucking onto that spot further. "I wanna know your intentions, Princess."

'Princess' that's what he called her. This is the most often one. He called her many names when they make out. "Fuck, we've been so busy that we didn't make out for days and I missed him calling me that," the delightful signals alarmed her about how much she wanted this.

His hands trailed down her shoulder and grabbed her arm where her off shoulder sleeve rested. Fondling her arms and then drawing out goosebumps all over her cushioned skin by locating his hands on her upper back.

"Tell me pretty, why were you reading that?" He stopped his little errand there and looked into her eyes.

"-Curiosty." She finished her incomplete sentence cut off by him.

Not delighted by the answer, he was devastated with the very confusion that now sprung on the pondering of why she was "Curious" and why he was bothered by it. Either he asks her why or do what he doesn't intend to. His long pause amused her & also kind of made her think again.

She then decided that it's better that they discuss about this here. So she asked him.

"Take me home." She instantly places her supple lips on his, nibbling them in an ever so sweet manner... that it has relieved his dismay. Instantly humming a yes, he princess-carried her to the car.

But his frustration didn't come to end. While driving the car, What triggered her curiosity? She said she needed time but what got her curious? We didn't yet make love with each other. But she is still my girlfriend then why the hell is this bothering me?? WAIT- DOES SHE THINK I'M NOT GOOD AT IT?? UGH– He aggressively drived.

He seems mad, but for what? She looks at his still long-eye-lash-fringed eyes, that didn't seem cute now but dark. He looked at everything everywhere but her, beside him. At the same time she was at a loss for words.

In her lost thinking, when she finally had found the quite explainable elaboration to her "-Curiosity," they were home. His anger was passive. He once again loosened her seat belt and took her in his arms. A bit harshly, this time.

But who knew this heated tension was just till the doorstep? He did all of this. But had no idea what to do. She did read smut but is she ready to do it with him? That bothered him. The moment they entered their house... "I'll be working for tomorrow's, good night." And he went away. She was loading. Processing.

She ran to him and turned his front towards her. A total confused look was plastered on his "'know-it-all-everytime' teasing face. "Let's do it, shall we?" She cupped his cheeks in plams.

"I'm absurd, you know that and I was trynna prepare myself for everything that would happen during the process," she gulped her own saliva, "And I wanted to give you my best... while we.. do that. There's no other meaning behind me reading it."

"Huh? Is this why she's been watching it?" He thought. He asked her, "To give your best, you read that. Why, your were gonna do what they do in that? You want to learn? You said you had experience."

"I don't know, It was in my college time. I'm so afraid that I've been dating you and yet am afraid, and you deserve either the best of me, or not me who's afraid of things," She rambled.

"You didn't answer it well." He looked at her. She let her hands down and started fidgeting her gown. She pursed her lips and looked down. She wanted to disclose the proximity and she was about to step back.

And as she did, he clasped his palms into her palms, that fidgeted her gown, so tactfully and placed his other hand onto her back waist right up her hips, grabbing her closer. "I said, you didn't answer it well. Convince me, Princess." He connected his forehead to hers.

"Beomie... I don't know what to say..." She disconnected her forehead from his right then. "Perhaps. Ugh, I'm so embarrassed! I don't even know why I did it despite knowing the risk and now this is so ugh..!! This is so awkward..!! You know what, forget about this-" He caught her cheeks in his hold and shut her mouth with his.

The moment was awkward indeed but talking further was not lessening the aura. But she was totally caught aback. Her eyeballs were on the verge to pop out.

This was her first time being kissed while she was speaking. She was out of breath as she kept talking and she broke up with those nibbling lips.

"You keep it quiet when I kiss you, perhaps I shall do it often starting now," He stated, looking at her lips and eyes subsequently while she held on looking at his lips having a bit of her saliva.

"Okay-now-I-wanna-have-sex-with-you-Gyu-and-don't-stop-even-when-I-tell-you-to-because-I'm-ready-Just-shut-me-up–a-and-take-me-to-the-bed." He chuckled when she started jabbering and she halted her Rollercoaster of words when she saw his smile so close and clearly.

He kept his words and kissed her to shut her up. He jabbered too while laughing and asked her, "Wanna-have-sex-with-me?"

She hummed a yes hurriedly and SIKE! He enforced the kiss and she melted in his heat. Those hands of her shivered, searching for something to tangle themselves to, in the intensity of the heat indulged in the kiss.

"He indeed is crazy to understand my nasal jabber and his kisses are driving me nuts," she expressed her feeling to herself.

And then they broke it and immediately made their way to their bedroom. When they did, she grabbed him by his collar and kissed him. She initiated her tongue into his mouth inclining her head to other side and was returning the same intensity he just offered her.

Her grip stood there as still as it could and she ushered him to their bed. He laid carefully, making sure his weight wouldn't interrupt her. And in coordination, she hovered on him, with her lips attached to his.

This was literally the hottest thing he has ever experienced. Slowly loosening her grasp over his collar, her hands started unbuttoning the shirt he wore.

Untucking his shirt and slipping her hands under his undershirt, she explored his soft torso. Then she removed his undershirt as well. But damn, this woman REFUSED to break that sensational kiss!

"Her impatience and skills are inversely proportional to her experience, hehe." He, who was letting her way with him, quickly unzipped her dress and got it removed. He revealed his goddess.

In her undergarments, in just that damn bra and panty! While she was perceiving his torso. She didn't leave any of his torso's skin untouched. This was getting him excited.

On top of him, in her undergarments, smooching his tongue out, she finally was short of air. Her brain alarmed and she pulled out. Only for her to see how badly she smooched his lips.

She pulled back, breathing all the air that she forgot to, while sucking the senses out of him. And he rested his bare back on the headboard of the bed.

He, too, was out of breath. His pupils dilated at the sight of her heaving all the air she missed. Her chest up her stomach, oscillating along the diaphragm inside her, was the sight he never saw. He was hypnotized. He paused right there, learning her beauty.

His blessed eyes, there, were still on her and he denied his humanly moments as if he was frozen. As she breathed completely, she recalled on how she went on a rampage on him and attacked his lips.

She saw him frozen, but she felt proudly guilty of her doings to his mouth. She could only notice how red they were, and swollen so as if he had a bee bitten his lips. Was that how strongly she did it? And he let her?

That hungry vixen instantly turned into a shy panda. "Oh no, Beomgyu, are you okay? You lips are so red as hell! They're on verge to bleed!" She approached him and caress his sore lips from that heated kiss.

He let out a quiet moan at her touch. "It is getting me on high. Not sure if I wanna snog or fuck her to my heart's content," He thought, "Ugh, now she's acting as a real temptation now."

He ogled at her lusciously, "I'm fine, you really did set me on fire. Time for you to feel the fire you ignited," He avowed. And palmed her neck from the side, pulling in to reconnect their mouths longing for each other.

Her palms that rested on his cheek after he assured her, trembled right then. He drew out the right sounds that drove him crazy as he kissed her harder. As her hair was interrupting, he had to settle that hustle.

A right timing where she had scrunchie on wrist that he used it to tie her hair into a ponytail, messily. He finally decided to switch the places. He rested his one hand on the back of her neck while the other soothed the out lines of her torso. Her skin felt the heat he ignited.

As he predicted, her stillness weakened and "Let's start," He informed. Laid her underneath him, taking a heartfelt look at her. He started his initial steps before he could swive her.

Giving her satiable yet so insatiable kiss, he dragged his kisses sloppily down her jaw to neck and from neck to her Clavicle. There, when he planted a crimson hickey in the office cabin, which had now turned into rosy spot, he abused it. She was heaving and moaning, and she favoured his work with a whimper.

"You shall not give me a performance you trained yourself to but the performance you give me on my doings, Princess. Sorry, this night is where you lose your mind." He forced his hands under her bra, stripping her of that and letting her bosoms free.

Grasping one of her bosom, he kneaded them as they were a dough. While the other bosom was encountering his sinful mouth. Kneading, clasping, pinching one & biting, licking, sucking, swirling the tongue around the areola of the other was hell of a nipple play he was offering her. His soft yet not so soft hand was running a real good errand there on her nipple.

Her system couldn't pick between moaning or whimpering to the different type of stimulation she was having on each of her breasts. And that's how he reddened her breasts while switching them again offering nipple play.

"Oh, I did not just alter your bosoms into Blossoms." He ceased his in-progress smooch at her bosoms.

And again, he fastened the pace of his kisses down the valley of her breasts to her abdomen. He finally was about to see his destination, her vagina. He finally stripped her of her little panty, which was WET!

"My girl likes nipple play, noted." As careful as he can be, he spread her legs and traced the outlines of her legs. Oscillating his traces, he kneaded her thighs.

He grabbed her thigh, caressing it thinking of burying his face down there. "Beomie, stop. Only your cock can enter my pussy first!" She got up.

She confessed. He stopped. "Only my cock can enter her pussy first? What a way she put it!" He chortled at her information she just had confessed.

"This is why you don't read those erotic fantasies with a lot of romanticism and your choice of vocabulary, deserves an award.... ugh... how much more will I keep embarrassing myself?" She cursed inside.

"Don't laugh, Beomgyu. I'm so embarrassed... I'm so-" He put his finger on her lips. "You're cute. Don't worry. Alright, Undress me totally too beautiful."

He granted her the nod and she pursed her lips in anxiety. And he stood next to bed, and she reached to him. She kneeled on bed and looked at the tent his cock had erected.

"Oh god, I'mma remove his pants and I'll see it now." She started unbuckling his belt and threw it away. "Crap, he's having an erection... He is enjoying and I'm so glad I'm making him feel things!" Her eyes lit up.

Cautiously letting her hands onto his abdomen, she reached for the waist band of his pants and undoing everything to reveal his trunks, caging his erect meat.

She was confused, she has to let down everything? Including his trunks? Therefore she paused. "What did I say Baby? Get me undressed, yes, do take my trunks down." And she dragged his pants and trunks down at the same time. She just saw an ancient angel's sculpture.

"Well... where do I put it first in, Princess, come again?" He teased, caressing her earlobes. She looked at the perpendicular shaft that stood excitedly raging.

She gulped at the sight of what she was gonna get inside of herself. "Which hole of yours shall I fuck first?" He rested his cock in between the lips of her Vulva & started rubbing it forth and back.

He was, but, teasing her. And oh, if she wasn't turned on it'd be the lie and pretense of the year. She was teased and welcomed his every deed he just did.

"Gyu.... in my pussy, in me," She moaned. "As my woman says." He held his cock in one of his hands and his other hand, he hovered over her using that. He let his hands help his length's way into her.

The feeling of his cock entering her, stretching her vagina out was euphoric. It was painfully good.

She was letting out the voices she didn't expect herself to. As she finally forgot about the pain, her excited self took over her. "Beomie... you s-said tonight is where I lose m-my mind.. I'm still sane.." She caressed his cheek that was right up her face and her voice broke as he was circling her clit, moving away.

He giggled. "So my girl wants me to fuck her so good that she loses her sanity?" And he pulled out to put it in again, "How shall I fuck you then?"

He rolled his hips rhythmically, "Like this...?" And he slowed his pace, "Like this...?" He now thrusted forcefully and deep. "Like this?" And in a fraction of second- "FUCK YES! Like this!" She arched her back.

"I didn't get it, say it more clearly pretty," He stopped his motion and slid out, "Oh, and ＿＿＿＿, do it uniquely like how you stopped me from giving you a cunnilingus. Only then will I do my girl."

"Oh god no Beomgyu! That's so embarrassing!!" She Whined. "Embarrassing? That's far from it. It's Exciting about the outlook you created about me doing you, or else forget it, we are stopping here."

"Yah!!" She sobbed, "Beomie, fuck me so hard with your cock that I can't think of anything but-"

"Not Like That!" He interrupted her. "What's wrong, Beomgyu?"

"Nothing. I need you to talk smuts to me how badly I feel like fucking into you wildly with my cock inside your cunt which is so hot. It feels so good to the point that I can cum right now! Talk smuts to me so I'll fuck you now." He pulled out, "Isn't that what you were reading? Let's do it for real now."

She felt happy about the way she was making him feel. But what he is asking of her is crazy.

"Don't do this Beomie," she Whined, "Put it back in!" And he switched his expressions. "Guess we're stopping. Okay let's-"

"Beomie, use your cock. Just like what you did now, stimulate my Vulva region, enter into me. Drill in to me so good that I can't even hear our wet noises. Drain out the liquids I've been holding, and have me trembling while doing so. Have me so trembling and so messed, that your doings are what I'd feel after our love-making every now and then."

And she turned her head away after professing so. Pursing her lips, closing her eyes tightly due to embarrassment. Oh dear, he loved teasing her that much and she got to know how much of a tease her man is.

The man who pulled and turned away from her, paused then and there. Hearing her order, request, Command or demand, whatever the hell it was, he wanted more of it. And he got her talking smuts to him.

"Excellent, Princess." He approached her and pecked her forehead while he turned her face towards him. "Now recite the steps, you just now have said and I'll do exactly how you said," and rubbed his cock back and forth of her pussy lips.

"And..? Enter into you?" He darted his cock in her pussy. "Tell me what shall I do next?" He asked. "D-Drill into me so good that I- I can't even hear our w-wet nois-ses," she hornily answered as he was drawing circles around her clitoris.

"Good," He moaned and started thrusting or 'drilling' according to their choice of putting this. With each and every thrust, he made it evident about how much he craved her in his luscious needs.

That exactly was the intensity he was thrusting in her with. Oh, she couldn't think of anything, as he promised, she couldn't think about her performance she decided to give learning from smuts. Well, I mean who would, if they are being fucked so good like this?

Her moans echoed crystal clear in the whole room and so were thrusts with the wetness in her pooling cunt, followed by his grunts. And to make it more pleasurable, he grabbed her thigh and put it on her shoulder, so he could reach inside of her deeply.

And when he did, she couldn't hold back any of her voice as her loud moans or screams escaped her mouth. And as he was doing it, she felt the knots.... felt the excitement rising in her, the euphoria kicking in... "More harder!"

And so his pace increased and were more intense than it was already.... and after a few thrusts, her climax got her so messed and felt so good. With a long whine, she cummed.

And to make it more harder, he let her thigh down, immediately put his hands on her clitoris and started drawing circles, diagonals, straight lines, and etc on it faster and faster. For her who just came, her whole Vulva area became sensitive but his hands still on it made her lose her wits.

His dexterous hands, one holding her waist and other doing wonders to her bud, in constant motion, rubbing faster than ever, felt even more good.

She couldn't hear anything, not her moans, his grunts or the wet sounds his cock was making while going in & out of her. They all came out as flat sounds. A tinnitus echoed in her ears and the pleasure she was experiencing was immense.

She rolled eyes back and closed them. With more thrusting & stimulation on her bud, her hysteria rose up. Different & more intense of knots forming inside of her, her moans grew louder. Within seconds, a huge, load of liquid, was splashed on his abdomen right from her holes.

"So my Princess can squirt-? That's so hot!" He praises her, whining, "I can't punish you, you feel too good. You came before me, squirted before me. But... f-fuck you feel so good."

But this man forgot to look at her trembling, messed up & sweating after she had squirted. When he heard her breathing audibly in her honeyed and fucked out voice, he noticed how much of a mess he made out of her perfectly carved frame. "Fuck, we need to do this often," He groaned.

Pumping in faster and faster, the moment when he felt himself reaching his peak, "Sweetheart, I'm about to c-cum," stammered as his cock pulsated. "In or out?" He asked.

While she was in euphoria he was providing her, as his desperate thrusts in her even after her squirt made her arch her back and pleasured her, this time she felt the same knots, again, she was reaching her extremity.

She couldn't wait and catalysed her rising hysteria by fastening the motion of his trembling hands on her clitoris that rested as he felt himself reaching his climax right then. She couldn't even hear his voice and thus, she left his question unanswered.

And after few more rough thrusts, he forgot where he had to spasm, he let it all out inside her with a deep thrust follwed by his whiny groan simultaneously she used his hands desperately and faster on clitoris supporting the pleasure that his cock provided to her with that hardcore penetration to let out her juices.

And boom, she let her orgasm out again, damping the whole bedsheets, right on his abdomen while he filled his cream in her. "My princess squirted again for me? Aw... so sweet."

He praised her, "As our make out sessions had me obsessed, this feels absolute paradise." He then plopped beside her.

"Beomgyu, I don't think I have the strength to walk," she panted. He grabbed her closer and planted a forehead kiss on her, while he chuckled.

"Shall we take a day off tomorrow?" He suggested her. She nodded. "I can't limp infront of anyone," she smiled and he chuckled. "Your password to your every app in phone is ************ right?" He asked earning a nod from her, "Cool."

"What's wrong?" She asked him.

"We'll do this again in my office next time and buy that black lacy thing tomorrow." She got up and looked at him. "What are you talking about?" She asked and he smirked.

"Atleast lock your notes when you open documents from the same app where you write down your fantasies," He confessed. "Trust me, you won't even figure out the lockscreen password next time," She alerted.

She threw a pillow at him. And he caught that throwing it back at her. "You shameless! You wanna stay naked like that? You don't wanna bath? Always throwing pillows at me-"

She threw another one at his face. He sighed in dissapointment. He wasn't surprised. That was his girl indeed.

"Of course I do. But... I guess you can read it... and.. what I was reading... is what I had written," She confesses, looking away from him.

"Shit. You write?" He palmed his mouth. Because he sneaked behind her and read a bit of what she was reading. She didn't notice his presence until he had remarked. That was so hot, the thing she had written. "That's just for us. I wrote that after we had watched movies together and you know... they were exactly about what we did.. just now..."

"That was a month ago! You're insane... and I love it. So my chaotic bomb of a girlfriend is a kinky one! We shall do it in our office. That's my favourite one-"

He got hard as he remembered what she had written about them doing it in the office.

"Uh-Oh. Shall we go again?"

—THE END.

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Glad You’re Home (TASM! Peter Parker x fem!reader)

Summary: You’ve known Miles Morales for years. You knew high school would be an interesting time for him. What you didn’t know was that would involve him becoming Spider-Man’s protégé. Nor did you know it would involve him bringing an injured Spider-Man to your apartment one night for you to take care of.

Warnings: Fluff, descriptions of injuries, hint of angst, mild sexual innuendos and lots of flirting. Reader also has a nickname. Set after No Way Home. Reader and Peter are in their 20s (post college).

Notes: I haven’t written in literal years, but couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Shoutout to @lipstickbisous​ for inspiring me to write the fluff you want to see in the world. 5.5K words later and here we are. 

Part two is up! As is part three!

You were beginning to prep dinner when you got his text.

MM: Hey, you home?

Yeah. Why?

MM: Need your help. Be outside in 5.

You gulped. Ever since Miles told you that he was working with Spider-Man, you had been worried for him. You couldn’t help it-you’ve known the kid since he was four. He was the first person in the apartment building to greet you when you moved in. You still had his ‘Welcome’ card on your fridge. You babysat him, watched him grow up, even offered to pick him up when his parents were busy with work. His mom joked a few times that they should include you in their annual Christmas card.

So, you knew that once he entered high school, it wouldn’t be the easiest. As much as you tried not to think about it, a decade later you still remembered how awkward things were in high school. You didn’t want to be overbearing, but you let him know that he could always talk to you about anything.

You thought ‘anything’ would be about crushes, bullies, classes, or annoying teachers. Maybe a puberty question or two. Not ‘I got bit by a radioactive spider, now I have these superhuman abilities, also Spider-Man is teaching me how to be a hero and now I’m helping him save New York City’.

Nope, you were not expecting that one. Though it did explain why he had started coming home late at night, injured, and bruised over the last few months. You always offered to fix him up, which he always took you up on since you didn’t ask as many questions as his parents.

After proving it to you-which involved him swinging you around through the city-you promised not to tell anyone.

“I won’t tell a soul. Promise. But tell that Spider-Man he needs to do a better job keeping you safe. You’re just a kid,” You told Miles, your protective side coming out. There was a reason his mother teased that Miles just had one dad, but ‘tiene dos madres’.

Miles rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I’ll make sure to tell him that. Any other message you want me to pass along to him? I can also tell him you’re single and-”

“Are you seriously trying to set me up with Spider-Man? Really Miles?” Now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“I mean, at this point your options are friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, Mrs. Daniels’ great-nephew, or the Amazon guy that delivers packages to Mr. Lee.” You laughed. Ever since your last relationship ended two years ago, it seemed your whole apartment was desperate to get you a date.

“Wow, such wonderful options. How can I possibly choose?” You both laughed.

Usually, he didn’t text you ahead of time. He tended to just show up outside your window. So, for him to text you meant something was wrong. Very wrong. You couldn’t help but pour more wine into your glass. If he was seriously injured, he probably wouldn’t have texted you. So why was he asking you? What had happened?

The tapping outside your window startled you. You looked up, relieved to see Miles standing outside the fire escape, appearing to be in pretty good shape.

Your eyes widen when you realized he wasn’t alone. He was holding someone. Someone dressed in a red and blue suit with cuts and tears that you could see from across your apartment.

Holy shit. You knew Miles was working with him (he made you well aware of that). You just never thought Miles would actually bring Spider-Man to your apartment.

You needed more wine.

You chugged the remaining liquid in your glass before running over to your window. You could see Miles rolling his eyes at your action, but you didn’t care. You knew it would help you keep your cool.

Upon arriving to your window, your theory was confirmed.

“Miles, is-is that-“You pointed to the person in Miles’ arm, whose head was down. He still had the mask on, although it had several noticeable tears.

Miles nodded, “He’s really hurt and your apartment is much closer than his place,” His voice dropped to a whisper, “You also have a better first aid kit.”

The body let out a groan, “Where are we?” He mumbled, barely lifting his head. You were caught off guard with how deep the voice was.  Also, it sounded like he was from Queens? Who knew.

“We are going to get you taken care of, Bud,” Miles told him.

“Really Miles? You know I’m not an actual nurse, right?” You whispered to your neighbor.

“Well he’s stubborn and refuses to go see a real one, so you’re the next best thing! And like I said, your apartment is much closer.”

“We live in the same building!” You glared.

“Yes, but if I brought an injured white man to my home, my parents would freak out.” He wasn’t wrong.

“Wait, this isn’t my apartment,” the hero muttered. It took everything in you not to laugh at the remark.

“Alright, bring the guy in.” You said, opening the window all the way.  Miles motioned towards the limp Spider-Man, who was about halfway through your window. You grabbed his legs so Miles wasn’t the only one carrying him.

“You’re so lucky I haven’t removed that towel on my couch from the last time I patched you up,” You told him. You had worked hard to be able to own nice furniture that wasn’t purchased off of Craiglists and you’ll be damned if Spider-Man got blood on it.

“Where the hell am I?” The spandex clad hero mumbled, trying to lift his head up.

“Just take it easy Tiger,” You told him, unsure if he could even hear you. You and Miles gently laid him down on the couch.

“I’ll go get the first aid kit,” Miles said, running to your kitchen. You were thankful that you splurged and got the premium version a few weeks ago.  

As Miles went through your cabinet, you looked down to inspect the guy on your couch. It was clear why Miles brought him over. The guy looked like he had been through hell and back. He had several gashes on his torn suit, a mix of dried and fresh blood on the wounds. You were also certain there was gravel mixed into the wounds on his torso. You could also see dried blood on his face-at least on the cuts that had partially opened his mask.

“Jesus Christ, what happened to him?” You asked Miles, running a hand through your hair.

“Pushed me out of the way, which caused him to be the one to be pushed through not one, not two, but three walls.” Miles explained. You immediately thought back to what you had told Miles a month ago. He needs to do a better job keeping you safe. Whether Miles relayed that exact message to him or not, the superhero had done just that.

“I-I’m fine,” the hero grunted out, trying to sit up. You could tell he was in great pain, that it hurt to move his own body.

“You,” You placed your hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him back down, “Need to lay down. You are clearly not fine. You’re the opposite of ‘fine’ right now.”  He tried to push back against your hands, which you could tell was quite the struggle based on the hiss he let out.  

“M’am, I-I appreciate your help, but I shouldn’t be here. It’s putting you in danger-“

“I already know one bug boy who regularly visits here, I doubt having two in my apartment is going to do anything besides increasing my heart rate. Now lay down.” You ordered. You didn’t have time for this. You were planning to have a nice evening that consisted of eating pasta, drinking wine, and watching the latest show on Netflix. Not become the nurse to New York’s favorite web-slinging hero.

“Yeah man, she’s not going to let you walk out of here looking like that,” Miles commented to him.

“I heal really fast. By tomorrow morning, I’ll be fine,” He argued.

“No! You have multiple wounds that need to be patched up so you don’t bleed out. From the looks of it, you also have some debris in a few of these cuts that need to be taken out as soon as possible so you don’t get an infection and you know, loose a limb or die.” You argued back. Why was he so stubborn, so adverse to the idea of someone helping him out?

“Look, this isn’t even my worse injury. Give me like ten minutes and I’ll be able to swing back to my place-”

“So what’s Spider-Man like?” You asked Miles.

“Peter’s really nice. Don’t tell him I told you his name though, he would flip. Incredibly smart, like it’s insane. His web shooters? He made those himself! But he tends to keep to himself. I keep telling him he needs to get out more. Not as Spider-Man, but as…well, himself.”

“Well, I guess Spider-Man and I have that in common. Who would have thought?”

“Not exactly. You may be stubborn, but you’ll accept help and talk to people. He tends to just…keep himself in. Don’t tell him I said any of this,” Miles quickly added.

You laughed, “I won’t. I mean, I can’t, considering I don’t know the guy.”

“I can change that,” Miles said, a gleam in his eyes.

“I’m good but thanks though.”

“I’m helping you, okay? You’re hurt and need help. It’s also the least I can do to thank you, since you kept my favorite babysitting client safe,” Your voice softened, “We’ll clean and patch you up, give you some food, and then you can go home, deal?”

It was hard to read him since most of his face was still covered by the mask.

“Fine,” He grumbled, lying back down. You smiled, glad you got that argument out of the way.

“Alright, Miles where did you put that first aid kit?” You turned to see your neighbor holding it up. He laid it down on the nearby table and opened it, handing you gloves and wipes. You crouched down next to the couch so that you were at eye level with Spider-Man. That was when you realized that it would be next to impossible to clean the wounds on his face with his mask still on.

“Alright, I know you’re not going to like this, but you do need to take off the mask so we can clean those wounds on your face.” He let out a groan.

“Miles, I swear to god-“ He started and it took a lot in you not to laugh because finally someone else understand the (loveable) pain in the ass your neighbor could be sometimes.  

“Hey man, she’s safe. I wouldn’t have brought you here if I had any doubt,” Miles commented. You smiled at him, happy that your neighbor of twelve plus years still backed you up. Not that you had any doubt, but confirmation was always nice.

“Plus, I have no need to exploit your identity. I make decent money,” You told him.

An exasperated sigh came out of the hero’s mouth, along with some mumbling on how ‘if you had just taken me back to my place like I told you’, before speaking up “Fine.”

He grabbed the edge of his mask, pulling it off to reveal his face.  

Fuck.

You knew he was around your age, single, and incredibly smart but what Miles had failed to leave out was that he was also incredibly attractive. This guy was single? With that amazing bone structure, incredible hair and wow, his eyes. You normally didn’t find brown eyes attractive, but wow was he an exception.

“You…okay?” The now unmasked bug boy asked. You realized that you had been caught staring.

“Yeah, I just…. didn’t realize Spider-Man was my age,” and incredibly attractive but you could give Miles grief for leaving out that detail later. Once the friendly neighborhood web slinger was out of your apartment.

“This is going to sting, so I apologize in advance,” you said, leaning in so you could begin cleaning up the wounds on his face. Miles went back to your kitchen, filling the kettle with water. He was being unusually quiet.  You wished he’d start talking about his recent web-slinging adventures so you could be distracted from the fact that you were inches away from Spider-Man’s stupidly attractive face.

“It’s fine, this isn’t my first time.” He muttered.

“First time having someone do it for you?” You asked, trying to make small talk.

“No,” He whispered. A look of pain and sadness flashed across his face, which instantly told you to move on.

Miles’ words about how he kept to himself rang in your ears.

“He told me he lost someone a while ago. Someone he really cared about. I think that’s why he keeps to himself.”

Whoever had helped patch him up in the past was clearly not there anymore. And from what Miles had told you, it was easy to infer that he hadn’t had someone there to help in a while.

“Wait, were you about to make that pesto dish?” Miles asked. You realized that many of the ingredients were still laid out on your kitchen counter. Luckily the shrimp was still defrosting in the sink, so maybe once this was all over you could still cook. Or order takeout.

“Yes, I was until you dropped by.” You said without even looking at the kid. A small smile crept across your face.

“And you didn’t tell me?!” Miles said, feigning an offending tone.

“No, I thought I could have a normal night for once. How silly of me to expect that,” You said, giving him a wink before you diverted your attention back to your patient. You were surprised to find that his scowl had been replaced with a small smile.

“Are you the babysitter?” He asked. Because of course Miles would refer to you as ‘the babysitter’ and not your actual name.

“Yeah, I’ve known the kid since he was four. I had moved into this building when I was nineteen. He was the first person to welcome me. Can you look up so I can get the one on your chin?” you couldn’t help but smile at the memory. Moving to New York City at such a young age was scary. You probably wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Miles, his family, and many of the other residents in this building.

He lifted his chin up and wow, why was having a long neck suddenly attractive to you? Christ, you needed to focus so the dude could get out of your place and you could potentially have some peace and quiet for one night.

“Alright, looks like your face is clean. Now the rest of you,” You looked down at his chest and eyes widen again.

Shit.

“What?” He asked.

“Uh…you’re going to need to take that off. Your-your suit.” You quickly turned your attention back to your first aid kit, pretending to have trouble finding something so he didn’t see your flushed face.

“You know, usually I like to be taken out to dinner before taking off my clothes for someone,” He remarked. You looked back to see a smirk on his face. Because of course he was hot and sarcastic. Because the universe was just going to really rub it in that you probably could have been on several dates with this guy by if you had taken Miles up on his offer when he made it the first time.

“Sorry, but you’re doing my way tonight. Take your clothes off for me first, then I’ll treat you to dinner, okay?” You remarked back. You couldn’t tell if it was the wine you chugged earlier or your determination to not have a guy make you flustered in your own damn house.

He reached up to his shoulders and began pulling down the outfit, pulling it down until it was hanging off of his waist. Even with the dried blood and gashes, it was quite obvious the guy was ripped.

“Hey Miles! Can you get this guy some clothes from your place? We can make his comfortable at the very least,” You called to your neighbor, who was currently cleaning your tweezers. You figured the guy didn’t want to be half naked in a stranger’s apartment. Plus it meant his abs would be covered which would help you focus on the task at hand.

As soon as you saw the gleam in the kid’s eyes, you knew you made a terrible mistake.

“Of course! I’ll go swing by, let my parents know I’m okay, have dinner with them, and swing back!” He said, placing the tweezers on your table way too quickly.

“Just tell them you’re having dinner with me. I still need your help-“

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back with clothes for our Spidey. But MJ, I know you’re going to do a great job taking care of him!” He said, practically giddy as he ran out your door, leaving you two alone. Because of course he saw this as an opportunity to introduce you to each other and fucking took it.  

“MJ?” You turned your attention back to the way too attractive for his own good hero that was laying down on your couch.

You noticed right away his body language had changed. His eyes were so wide, you could barely see the beautiful brown color around his blown irises. He was sitting up (kind of, the best he could do given his injuries). He didn’t look worried, but more shocked? Surprised?

You laughed, “Yeah, that’s what Miles use to call me when he was a kid. Had a hard time saying my full name, so I told him he could call me by my initials, which-in case you haven’t already figured it out- are MJ.”

“You’re MJ?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Yes, I’m MJ. Nice to meet you, Mr. Spider-Man,” you said, sticking out your hand to break the tension. You were trying your best to ignore the intensity of his gaze. You knew you were good-looking, but no one had ever stared at you quite like that before, like they were in awe of you.  

He stuck a shaky hand out, gently grabbing it, “I-I’m P-Peter. That’s, that’s my actual name.” He managed to get out. Why was he nervous around you suddenly?

“It’s nice to meet you, Peter. Are you okay?” You asked. You could tell his mind was going through different emotions from the look on his face. You saw sadness flash through his face again, followed by….hopeful?

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. I just….Miles talks about you a lot and I...I didn’t realized the neighbor he talks about was…you. MJ.” You smiled. Something about the way he said your name made your heart flutter. Usually, your rule was only Miles was allowed to call you that, but you were more than happy to make an exception for him.

You then realized that he was still holding your hand, “I should…probably get that gravel out of your torso.”

“Right right, sorry,” He stumbled, quickly dropping his hand. You grabbed your tweezers and leaned down so you were at eye level with his torso, which happened to include his abs. God, why did he have to be attractive? It made concentrating on his wounds incredibly difficult.

You two sat in silence as you focused on getting out the bits of gravel that had lodged themselves in his wounds. You occasionally looked up at him to make sure he was okay. You were met back with that intense gaze. You were usually so good at making quick remarks when people stared at you, why were you coming up blank now?

“I…I’m sorry for earlier. I was being stubborn,” He said. You looked up and smiled, shrugging your shoulders.

“I honestly don’t blame you. Miles told me you’re use to working alone, so I imagine this is a change of pace for you.”

“Yeah, working with someone again has been…an adjustment. But it’s been a nice change of pace.”

It was clear as day that this guy-Peter-clearly had been through some shit. And thanks to years of therapy, you could tell his way of coping was to keep to himself. Which was a shame, because from what Miles tells you, he sounded like a good guy.

“I mean, it’s always good to shake things up-at least that’s what my therapist tells me. Not saying you should start tapping on random women’s apartment windows when you’re injured. That would be weird and probably get you arrested,” you were relieved to hear him laugh. God, he was so cute when he smiled.

“Alright, I think I got almost all of it, just need to get this last bit,” you said, pushing back your hair that kept falling over your eyes. You were so caught up in the fact that Spider-Man was in your apartment and injured that you forgot to grab a hair tie. There was no point in grabbing one now since you were so close to being done.

“Here, let me help you,” Before you knew it, his hands were gently grazing past your cheeks, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail that was held together by his hands.

So that’s what your directors meant when they said to act as if their touch was electric.

“Thanks,” there was no hiding your smile. It was pointless to even try.

“Least I could do for the person taking care of me,” His voice was so soft and soothing. You took another look at him, smiling before you looked back down to focus on getting out the last few pieces.

“So…Miles told me you’re an actor?”

“Yes. In addition to be a neighbor and part-time nurse, I act. I’m actually about to start a new show. First time on Broadway, which is exciting,” You said. All those years of endless auditions and casting calls were finally paying off.

“Miles says you got a great voice.”

“Miles says you are incredibly smart. You’re a scientist during the day, right?” Turning the attention back onto him made you feel less self-conscious.

Peter groaned and ran a hand through his hair, “Is he just giving away identifying information about me?” You were sad about the sudden loss of contact, but you couldn’t let him know that.

“Only when he’s trying to convince me to go on a date with you,” You said. Now it was his turn to blush and boy, was his face red. “Does he do that with me, or just refers to me as his babysitter?”

He nodded his head, still covering half of his face with his hand, “Yeah, he’s reminded me several times how great you are. And that you’re single. If I had known….”

“Known what?” You interrupted, curious.

“Uh, well, if-if I had known I would have been meeting you tonight, I…..I would have cleaned up,” He said, pointing to the stubble on his face. You had a feeling that wasn’t the whole answer, but also knew that prodding would not give you your desired outcome.

“It’s fine, I like guys with stubble,” you couldn’t deny how much fun you were having making him nervous. You finished wiping the wounds-now free of gravel-and knew it was time to start covering them.

“Oh. That’s…. that’s good to know I guess.” You could tell he immediately regretted that line. It was quite clear that the guy was not used to talking to women. Which, in a way, made him more attractive? It was endearing that the guy who regularly keeps New York City safe and had fans nation-wide, had a hard time talking to someone he found cute.

“If it makes you feel better, I also turned down his offer. I don’t like the idea of blind dates. It feels weird, you know?” You said as you cut another piece of adhesive bandage to press on his chest.

“Yeah, I just…. don’t have a lot of time for that kind of stuff.”

“Don’t have time or just chose not to?” He looked startled, which made you realize how big of an accusation you were throwing him.

“Sorry, are you also a therapist in addition to being a nurse, neighbor, and actor?” He asked.

“No, I’m just someone whose therapist has told her she does the same thing. She also says it would be good for me to get out, but I’m no longer a party animal. Much rather have guys just drop in, you know?”

It was most likely the wine, but you felt a new surge of confidence. You leaned closer, partly so you could get a closer look at the cuts near his collarbone, but also so that you were now inches away from his face.

“Miles…. he’s not coming back for a while, is he?” Based on the hitch in his breath, you could tell that your plan was working.

“Oh tiger. He’s not coming back for a long time. You didn’t catch that?” Miles wasn’t subtle. You were surprised you hadn’t received a text from him, asking if the two of you had fallen in love yet.

“Tiger. Is there a reason you’re calling me that instead of…. Spider?”

“Spider doesn’t feel right.”

“But…. it’s my name.”

“A, it’s not your name. Your name is Peter. B, Tiger suits you better,” You said matter of fact.

“Are you just an expert on nicknames? Is that your superpower?” His tone was playful. It was a total departure from the absolute grump that had entered your apartment earlier.

“It is. Miles didn’t tell you that when he was trying to convince you to ask me out?” You asked, pretending to be shock as you placed another bandage on his chest.

“No, but he did tell me you make really great snickerdoodles.” You groaned and buried your face into the pillow that was propping him up. The fact that a sixteen-year-old was your best help at finding a date was sad.

“You know, for how determine that kid is when it comes to getting us in the same room, he really struggles with selling someone,” You said with a chuckle. It was then you realized that you were right next to his face. You could hear his shaky breathing and your chests were practically touching.

You felt his hand gently push some hair behind your ear, “Yeah, he failed to mention you’re an absolute knockout.” You were really glad the pillow was still covering your face so he couldn’t see your widen eyes or red face.

His hand immediately dropped from your hair, “I’m sorry, that was way out of line. You’re just….really, really amazing and-”

“You know,” You sat up, essentially straddling his waist which got him to shut up, “I think if we told Miles that we kissed, he might leave us alone for day. Maybe two.”

Getting him to laugh felt so good. Maybe it was the fact that you were once in a similar boat or just a strong hunch, but something told you he hadn’t laughed like this in a long time.

“But it’s not good to lie. It kinda goes against the whole morally good superhero shtick,” He said, pushing hair out of your face.

“Who said we would be lying?” You bit your lower lip, hoping it would get your message across.

Thank God it did. He leaned up to close the gap between your lips and his and fuck, his lips were soft. Your hands found a place in his hair, desperate to find a way to deepen the kiss. You felt one of his hands gently place itself on the back of your neck, the other gripping the edge of your t shirt because he too was desperate to keep this going. Despite how much he stuttered and stumbled around you, he was a surprisingly good kisser.

“Hey guys, I’m back with-OH.” You regrettably broke away, so you could turn your attention to your door. Standing there was matchmaker of the year, Miles Morales with his mouth hanging wide open.

“Don’t you dare act surprised, this is exactly what you wanted to happen,” You quipped before he could get a word in. You could feel Peter’s large hands resting on your waist and you were really regretting giving Miles a key to your place.

“I….I brought clothes,” Your neighbor said, holding up a pair of sweatpants and shirt that he probably stole from his dad.

“Great, Peter can shower and change and while he’s doing that, you’ll help me make dinner and we can eat”

“I already ate-“

“You’re helping me make dinner,” You repeated, giving him a knowing look that you had perfected from years of babysitting the kid.

“I-I don’t want to overstay my welcome. You’ve done enough already-“ Why couldn’t this guy take a hint? You wouldn’t have kissed him like that if you didn’t want him to stay.

“But it’s part of the deal, remember? You took your clothes off, I fixed you up, we kissed, and now you can be taken out to dinner. Also my shower is one of the very few that is actually easy to figure out how to operate and it’s quite lovely if I do say so myself.”

“Are you saying I smell?” He asked with rather cheeky smile on his face. He absentmindedly began to move the hand he had on your back up and down, in little circles. It was such a soft, gentle gesture you were surprised you didn’t melt.

“I work in theatre. Unfortunately, I have smelled way worse. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather take a shower and change into clean clothes after going through a wall. Unless you want to just walk around my place shirtless-“

“Should I leave?”

“No Miles, because I’ve been waiting years to make you uncomfortable,” You smirked as you got up from Peter’s lap to walk over and grab the clothes from Miles, “Be careful what you wish for.”

“I told you that you wouldn’t complain. I just want to make that known.” You stuck your tongue out before walking back to Peter, bending over to hand him the clothes and give a kiss on an unscratched check of his because why the hell not.

He took the clothes, but not without a big, almost goofy, smile on his face.

“I’ll let you know if your shower is as intuitive as you claim it be,” He said, standing up.

“I look forward to it. Go down the hall and take a left, first door you’ll see.” You turned around because if you didn’t, you would probably kiss him again and while you loved to tease Miles, you didn’t want the boy traumatized.

You walked over to the kitchen to join your neighbor, who was giving you a knowing smile. You put a finger to your lips, and motioned to Peter, who was almost out of view. You waited until he was gone completely and you could hear the sound of your shower running before you let out a small squeal.

“And just think, if you hadn’t been so stubborn this could have happened sooner,” Miles told you as you buried your face into your hands. You felt like you were sixteen again, which was ridiculous because a guy you just met shouldn’t make you feel that way.

“Well, if we end up getting married, you can give a speech about how you’re the reason we’re all there,” You said as you moved over to the sink to focus on the shrimp that was now completely defrosted.

“Can I do a mic drop at the end of the speech?”

“No Miles.”

“Can I pretend to?”

“Sure,” There was no containing your smile.  You didn’t know where this was going and for once, that didn’t scare you like it would have in the past. The only thing you knew for certain was that you were incredibly thankful to be home tonight.

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