#(I still have other categories to finish in the next 5 weeks but it's something)

[kirby-the-gorb]

[acciocriativity]

-> | You keep distancing yourself | Ateez Reaction (Hyung Line)

Some could call selfsabotage, others could say is insecure attachament style, but maybe, you're just tired of fighting a losing battle.

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Ateez OT8 x gn! reader

WC: 2 k

N/A: This is my peace offering after vanishing for so long (please don't k word me)! I had this in my drafts for the longest time, but I only got enough motivation to finish it yesterday

Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! Thank you so much for reading my work!

Kim Hongjoong (김홍중)

His kakaotalk notifications were non-existent these days.

None of the boys were good texters, and their group chat was silent since Seonghwa asked for something he didn���t remember anymore a while ago. So why did he keep glancing at his phone across the table when he should be working? You never answered whether you would like to come see him next month or not.

“Aish..”, he suddenly got up and walked left and right in the tiny studio, every now and then hitting one of the chairs and acting like it was their fault.

Was it really too forward? Maybe you just were not comfortable with the idea. But you two met 5 months ago and you were never afraid to get out of any situation that made you uncomfortable, so you could just say no, no hard feelings. There’s always a next opportunity, right? So why, why didn’t you just reply?

His phone lighted up. A new yellow notification appeared and he ran to grab it. The simple thought of you messing with any rational thoughts on his mind.

He felt stupid as he read it, then dropped the device on the table, too dejected to care about Mingi’s lost earphones.

Since when did he become so clingy? Maybe you were just busy now, yeah, that was it.

And he wasn’t wrong. You were doing the most to busy yourself so you would have a perfectly acceptable reason to not answer him at all.

Any college assignment you had a month to do was now was a top priority. The new hobby you wanted to try for a while? You just started it. You barely talked to your brother nowadays, but in the last two weeks, you visited his family a couple of times.

Why? You knew what you were doing in the first few days. You got attached too soon, fell deep into a hole and only realized the moment he asked you to watch his concert, ‘It’d mean the world if you come see me on tour next month’ it said. You recalled one of those deep conversations you had some random night the moment you read it.

“It’s kind of embarrassing, but not at the same time”, you remembered how he looked down when you asked about it, the blush on his cheeks gave him away. “It gives me so much strength and makes me want to work harder whenever important people come to see us”.

He also said how he treasured whenever important people in his life would support him that way. Even through a simple video call, you saw how his eyes shined as he giggled, only to change the subject. A part of you wished to feel how it was to have a support system like he does, but you never thought you would be included in that category for him. You did not even know if you want to or if you could deal with the pain that always comes with giving your heart to people and letting people in.

So you refused to think about it.

Park Seonghwa (박성화)

He cleaned his throat as he saw you coming towards him at one of the many small corridors of KQ Entertainment.

“It’s now or never, now or never, now-”

You barely glanced at him as you walked into one of the empty meeting rooms like it was previously agreed.

Lucky him, nobody saw the disheartening expression on his face or how he hesitated to push the door open. His confidence level went back to below zero and instead of an easy smile, he could barely manage a shy smile and an unnecessary formal bow as he came in, it wasn’t like you did not know each other.

So maybe this collaboration would not go as smooth as he let the others convince him it would, still, he could talk to you and, hopefully, get back to the simple relationship you both once had.

“Hello, Seonghwa-ssi”, you said in such an indifferent polite tone. It surprised him and yourself.

What hurt him most was the fake professional smile on your face. You were known for your authenticity and the worst poker face on earth, but you made the effort to pretend in front of him, like he was nothing more than an inconvenient stranger in an elevator. His heart felt heavy on his chest, he never had to make an effort to make you genuine laugh or smile, and now he realized how much he took that for granted back then.

You seemed perfectly fine in front of him, like it hasn’t been more than a month since your last conversation. But he still likes to believe he knows you better than that. And maybe he wishes you also can not be fooled by his brave facade.

“How have you been?”, the words fell out of his mouth before he could even blink.

You cleared your throat as you sat on one of the rolling chairs. “Been good, Hongjoong-ssi is a bit late. Can you confirm that he is coming soon, please?”

You pretended not to notice how he fumbled to grab his phone to send the text and instead, busied yourself to set up your laptop on the empty wood table. But you could not ignore how he was still standing like a lost child by the table.

“Are you going to grab some water before the meeting?”

“No, no, I’m… I’ll go to get some coffee, do you want it?”

You said no, so he took your perfect opportunity to get out and he left as quickly as he could with hurting his pride too much.

With his back to the wall beside the coffee machine, he sent more than 16 messages pleading Hongjoong to let go of their stupid plan and come as fast as he could to the meeting. Yet, he was left unanswered. The last sent message almost taunted him, it said “Just apologize for your stupid mistake and make things right by her”.

He knew he had to after he acted like an asshole, it was clear the moment he got home to be with his own thoughts, but the more he reflected on their plan, more he realized maybe this is why you waked away from him.

So he gathered his courage once again, but now to apologize for two things and leave you alone for good.

Jeong Yunho (정운호)

He watched as you giggled over some silly comment Wooyoung made a point to tell for the nth time. Yet, there you were, acting like it was the funniest thing in the world. Maybe he would react the same way if you stopped ignoring him for once that night.

“It’s getting hard to watch this”, Jongho mumbled under his breath as he stood up from the couch to refill two glass cups in their dorm’s kitchen, both for himself because only God knew how tiring was to hype up a miserable and stubborn friend.

Yunho did not notice the change beside him, but he did take note of your agitated state under his stare. He wished that could satisfy a selfish desire of satisfaction, but he felt nothing of that sort. Instead, his heart felt heavy with despair and unfulfilled need of your attention.

It felt silly to him at first, you two kissed after drinking a lot, so what? He was ready to let the past be the past and he thought you were on the same page. How stupid of him, he recognized it. Your relationship with him never went back to what it was, but it took him a while to notice he did not want that at all.

“C’mon, will you really let him suffer for the whole night?”, Wooyoung asked as he leaned into your side, ready to cuddle some more in part because he wanted to and in part because it was fun to see Yunho going insane over it.

You two been near the window for a while, enjoying the soft cold breeze of the night after a sunny day.

“You can’t deny it forever”, he said it in an annoying singing tone. “-ow, but you know I’m right”, he looked down to your hands dangerously close to his poor ribs, then grab them tight. “Ok, I get it, not talking about it”.

“Great, now let go”, you mumbled. “Let go, I’m not poking you”, you insisted trying to free yourself, only for him to intertwine your fingers.

“What if I don’t want to? Now, stand still”, he said as he leaned into your shoulder, taking the space like he was entitled to it.

Now, you were flabbergasted and defeated, because no matter what you do, you could not escape him on cuddle monster mode.

“Can we talk?”, you froze in place the moment you heard Yunho’s smooth deep voice right beside you. His gaze were focused on your face, yet you still made no move to acknowledge it.

“Give me my cuddle buddy back later, yeah?”

And just like that, the freaking traitor let go of you. You could see the mischievous light on Wooyoung’s eyes focused on your figure.

“There was no way to run away now”

That thought ran through yours, Yunho’s and Wooyoung’s mind. But you felt rage while Yunho felt hope.

“There’s nothing to talk about, wasn’t what you said?”.

You bumped into the traitor’s shoulder, then walked away.

Kang Yeosang (강여상)

Maybe you were some sort of a masochist or, maybe, you were plain stupid.

You’ve been friends with him for so freaking long, long enough that the few female friends that could still deal with your bullshit were exhausted of you and your ridiculous crush.

You clearly knew you were the latter, for some reason you thought you’d get over at some point or maybe he’d suddenly see the mysterious thing he was always looking for in you. None of those happened.

You stopped talking about him a little ago, maybe a month or two, and it was a good change to your friends’ ears. It was noticeable, but they gave you enough grace to not mention it. Little did they know, you were running from him like the plague as well.

Truth to be told, Yeosang did not notice it per se. He knew for sure something was going on after you declined his third attempt to make plans in less than two weeks. Why would he think you were lying to him at all? He thought you were sick and if you were felling that bad, of course he wouldn’t hesitate to agree with you, it would be better to meet up another day.

But then, two whole weeks with barely a peep from you? He missed your companionship in a way he did not know he could. You came into his life and little by little carved your space in his heart. But it was hard to put this feeling into words, he was not good with them in general, so you often had to read through the unfinished lines.

Now, he laid on his back watching the nothingness on the ceiling, yet his mind kept recalling the earlier conversation with San, if he could call his tongue tied moment a conversation.

“So what you gonna do?”

He could do nothing but stare wide eyed. Up until then, he did not think- no, he did not feel like he should do anything. You said through your actions many times already that you wished to be alone and as a friend, what else could he do but respect that?

But San was a hopeless romantic, and he wasn’t one to let things go so easily. Also, he wished the best for the two of you, in whatever way that may be even though Yeosang did not see those possibilities right in front of his nose.

“What should I do?”

“You have to figure it out on your own”

He did, he should.

He called you.

You didn’t pick up.

You were tired of being the one reading between the lines.

Tag list: @h3arteyes4mingi

[fiveredlights]

the oversharement of the author: a completely unnecessary post containing my multitude of thoughts on takes one to know one

everyone has been so kind and wonderful about TOTKO so here’s a very, very, very, long author’s note which is me just rambling about anything and everything as a thank you for all the love 🫶

background

for those aware of the fiveredlights lore you may remember in april i had to pause updates because of some weird arm/wrist pain... so that was carpal tunnel syndrome and idk what i did to invoke it this july/august but it came back with such a vengeance that i did not think i was physically gonna be able to write this. but maxiel would not shut up in my brain so i got my hot water bottles and got to work.

this whole idea began after i saw travis kelce go on stage on the eras tour and i went... max and daniel absolutely possess the right type of insane to do something like this.... you can see the original thought post here

the albums

i thought making the albums would take me like a day. literally right up until i hit publish i was still making changes to Sidelines, and i had convinced myself they were real tangible albums with the amount of times i hit albums instead of the playlist button on spotify.

Second Place

the easier album, finished this is a day. cut songs were killer by phoebe bridgers and loml by taylor swift. i was gonna do a whole thing where i was gonna be like “oh the relationship killed him so much he abandoned the guitar to sing a sad piano ballad” and then i realised moon song is rooted in piano. so uh that was cut.

there also was a whole thing where his ex was personified as fire — “can the killer in me tame the fire in you” (killer) with “our field of dreams engulfed in fire” (loml) parallel that i really enjoyed but unfortunately never made it in. also loml has a lyric “the coward claimed he was a lion” which is fun with max adopting the lion as his symbol….anyways

the titled second place comes from another SMAU i used to write for a different fandom (on twitter so it is long gone, rip), where ironically it was also a singer/famous au and i was clearing out my spotify playlists and found the fake album and was like huh. i like that name. luckily for me it worked for the album storyline as well so good times!

Sidelines

this album changed at least fifty times. for the first three weeks of me writing it was called 3 (THREE) because I’m annoying like that, but the more i looked at it i could not convince myself daniel would call it that. because yes, it is his max album but calling it thirty three is a tad too much (in my opinion anyway). sidelines was always on the album, but i was going through my tik tok maxiel folder and saw a daniel edit to sidelines and was like okay yeah that's a better name.

out of 11 songs, only 5 of the original tracklist made it in. cut songs included:

call your mom by noah kahan

apple pie by lizzy mcalpine

orange juice by alfie jukes & nell mescal

orange juice by noah kahan

ivy by taylor swift

science by niall horan

who we are by hozier

with ivy there’s a lyric “and i’ll drink my husband’s wine” which would’ve been the way max and daniel would’ve been like “we’re married lol” but it was cut because to ME ivy is about sapphics cheating on their husbands with each other and i just can’t rewrite ivy like that. here’s some deleted scenes on that:

jeanie 🤠 @/COTADANIEL · i’m sorry daniel WHO’S WINE ARE YOU DRINKING????? driccrodeos [Video: Daniel on stage singing the lyric, “And drink my husband’s wine,” looking offstage to Max, before turning back to the audience and smirking, continuing to sing.] category five event has hit the maxiel towers noah @/ricciardanielo · this album has actually killed me. like i’m not on this earth anymore. why? ivy: “And I’ll drink my husband’s wine.” peace: “Give you my wild, give you a child.” @ max and daniel do you have something you want to tell us or??? ric33stappen if you attend the next race with a ring on your finger and a baby in your arms i swear to god max and daniel i will fuck you up (politely) #like i respect their privacy or whatever but also what the fuck #you know what i mean like what the fuck

in sidelines almost every single song (except for you could start a cult) has a daniel3.jpg post pertaining to a lyric... i realise maybe i should've had someone in universe point it out because i now realise it's quite difficult to spot. whoops.

daniel’s sidelines: live from red rocks is inspired by phoebe bridgers punisher tour (she flicks through the pages of a storybook), taylor swift era’s tour (the lover house) and noah kahan (we’re all be here forever tour; watched live from fenway park specifically on how to write his concert). the whole concert idea was also written literally 5 hours before posting because i originally had a max and daniel article but i could not write it.

easter eggs

i feel incredibly pleased that so many of you picked up on the easter eggs like i get why taylor swift is so insane about hers because it's just so much fun! (spoilers for the rest of my fics...)

blue sweater (thank you to ataraxiaa on ao3 who commented because I didn't realise i had done it) -> glitter on the floor maxiel's communal blue sweater

matthew (rriicciiaarrddoo) & callan (callonmax33) daniel would make a great TP -> old habits die screaming

jake 3(3)81racers Can Max Verstappen fight? -> glitter the floor chapter 3 & 5 recurring plot line

daniel's july 2 2025 post (Photo 2: Max and Daniel sitting in front of a fireplace, the person taking the photo is behind them. Max has his arm around Daniel’s waist, whilst Daniel has his right arm giving the middle finger to the photographer and head turned to the left with an annoyed expression. Max has his head tucked into Daniel’s neck, laughing into his shoulder.) -> inspired by glitter on the floor's 2024/6/7 monaco dark laneway posts

rriicciiaarrddoo "are george and alex married" -> a future easter egg for the glitter on the floor galex sequel

daniel's august 10 2025 post:

 A vase filled with tulips on a table with a white table cloth. -> glitter on the floor, last daniel3.jpg on 2023 has a vase full of flowers, was meant to signify that they got married

Two kookaburra garden statues, next to a rocking chair on a balcony. -> gary and steve from glitter on the floor

daniel's caption: The rumours are true, I am now in possession of half of Max’s WDC and they will be going on auction next week. -> fool me once

things five forgot to include because i have horrible memory but they canonically happened (this will absolutely be updated when i remember new things)

daniel ricciardo broke his hand whilst karting when younger which is why he gave up racing-> lyric in forever "broke a bone that never healed in my hand"

he gets into singing because grace and joe ricciardo put him in choir as a way for him to get out all his yapping and talking at least once a week so they can get a little peace (but it doesn't work because now he sings around the house)

real life references

sometimes i like to use a little reality so that the universe doesn't feel too far away and here's all the real life things i pulled from:

hair tuck max in f1tv japan interview: 2023 honda thanks day

daniel looking like darth vader in austin rain: 2023 monaco boat race

daniel wearing max's hat: 2017 baku podium

checo fought his way to finish p9: probably any race from the latter first half of the 2024 season

daniel ricciardo international relations expert: 2024 post belgium gp

twitter realises daniel ricciardo is hot actually: 2022 abu dhabi gp (the outfit)

daniel playing max's GP in his concert -> i saw adele pause her concert for the olympics womens 100m final so that's how that got in (also i did so much time zone math in order to make sure it was actually the right timing)

max and daniel escaping in a helicopter -> post 2024 belgium gp

[grassbreads]

Fic asks 2, 4 wrt An Act of Trust, and 30

Thank you for the ask bestie!

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

My top two are "alternate universe—modern setting" and "post-canon," which absolutely represent my writing habits accurately. After that, it's just a whole bunch of different tags that are all tied at two uses. To pick some highlights, I'd say the "one shot" tag and "fluff" and "angst" being right next to each other all represent me pretty well. "Christmas," however, not so much.

Honestly now that I think about it, oneshot should probably be my number one most used tag. Apparently I just forget to include it more often than not lmao.

The other two questions are under the cut :)

4. What detail in An Act of Trust are you really proud of?

Personally, I'm extremely fond of all of Vanitas and Noé's back and forth dialogue in the beginning before the stitches. Vanoé have such a specific vibe when they're snarking at each other and I think I managed to capture some of it there :).

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

Y'know I honestly can't think of any of my published fics that are particularly out of my comfort zone. I'm fairly confident as a writer, I think. More often than not, if I have an idea, I just go for it and let whether or not I finish the damn thing be the arbiter of whether it's meant to be. Also, to be honest, a decent majority of my ideas tend to be ideas for post-canon fics or modern AUs, and as established, those are very much my wheelhouse.

However, I do have a work in progress that I'm almost certainly never going to actually post, and that one falls into the out of my comfort zone category pretty solidly.

About a year ago when I got covid and was confined to my bedroom for weeks, I ended up writing a big chunk of an mxtx crossover fic. The premise, since I was purposely being as self-indulgent as possible, is that the main couples from all three novels basically rewatch their life stories together and bond over it. And when it's each main character's turn to star, three more characters from their world show up for the ride. And it turns out, accurately characterizing eleven characters at a time in any scene is, uh, fucking hard. Just including eleven characters period in a given scene is hard enough from a blocking standpoint.

The thing turned out to be really hard to write, in other words. Also, recapping the entire plotlines of three long web novels plus reactions is an insane undertaking. I realized pretty quickly I was never gonna finish the thing.

However! I do still work on that fic. Even knowing that I'm probably never going to post more than a few excerpts, the process, though hard, is fun enough that I can't leave it to rot. Every once in a while I pick it up and add to it a bit, to the point that it's now my third longest fic at just under 9k words. (I am not a longfic girl lol).

So anyway, tldr, the lesson learned from getting out of my comfort zone is that sometimes it's worthwhile to work on things you'll never publish or finish just for your own enjoyment :).

[mysteriouslyjellyfish]

life is about to get very busy again. in the hopes of not, yknow, falling apart, I’ve been compiling ways to keep myself somewhat sane and organized. I wanted to share some of them here in case they’re at all useful for someone, AND I would love for people to reblog and add their own methods!

- cleaning: I clean on three set days a week. each has very general instructions, like “clean kitchen.” I don’t specify “wipe counters, empty toaster crumbs...” and instead just do what needs to be done. floor’s pretty clean? great. won’t worry about it. fridge is kind of grimy? great. I’ll wipe it down. same for the other rooms. this way I don’t get overwhelmed by a list of tasks, and everything stays relatively clean.

- food planning: deciding what to cook is a lot of work, so I made a list of recipe categories to rotate through. like, “pasta dish, ‘bowl’ meal, sheet pan meal, big salad...” Thus, part of the decision-making is done but it’s more flexible than a list of recipes, which makes it possible to use the unplannable food I get from dumpstering + foodshare + foraging. I also have a list for breakfasts and go-to snacks to pick from when grocery list-making.

- cooking: ideally I make two big recipes each weekend. one is lunches for the week and the other is dinners. prepping ingredients on the weekends then cooking during the week doesn’t work for me. also, when I have money to grocery shop more freely I’ll buy myself one or two frozen/microwave meals each week as a lil non-cooking treat.

- “prioritize, multitask, lower your standards” a motto for really hectic times. (1) prioritize what absolutely needs to happen today, know which things you can put off til tomorrow. (2) not real multitasking (bad for my brain) but like, do dishes while clothes are in the wash. reply to emails while veggies are roasting. (3) it may not be the cleanest that pan’s ever been, but you won’t get peace from scrubbing it thoroughly if it means you go to bed with 5 things still on your to-do list.

- to-do lists: I have three lists on my phone. one is called To Do, and it’s stuff that needs to happen in the next, like, few weeks. another is called Today. each day I move a few things from To Do to Today and hopefully they get done. the third is stuff I’d like to do but isn’t actually essential (re-organize the closet, finish cracking black walnuts, embroider other fanny pack, research family history...). things only move from this list to Today if I have a whole bunch of free time.

- sometimes cull projects. in the busy part of the year a lot of things on the third list just won’t happen and seeing that long list stresses me out. so I delete the ones that I’m not as excited about. if anything, it makes the others more likely to happen.

- laundry happens on the same day every week. maybe the next day if I’m truly exhausted. in less crazy times I can wait til I run out of clean undies or the hamper fills up or whatever, but when I’m this busy it just has to happen once a week with no deliberating involved.

- I don’t have a dishwasher. if I don’t wash something right after using it the next line of defense is the 24 hour rule. if that fails and the counter fills up with dirty dishes but I’m exhausted, my trick is to wash the three biggest things in there and call it good. the next time I look at the pile it’ll seem much more doable.

[coffeeallaloneandlord]

That poll about fiction vs nonfiction was funny to me bc just last night I made a formal reading calendar for myself which I am going to share with you all here. I'm using August to try and finish up some loose ends with what I'm reading and then sticking to my curriculum. For reference I am typically reading up to 6 different books at once I need a ton of variety which is why I came up with this schedule lol.

Fall

Fiction

September: Back to school. American Lit something short less than 200 pages. I'm thinking of reading Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck for this (107 pages)

October: Something I will admit to getting influenced to do is I started collecting Pulitzer Prize for Literature winners. I saw someone on tt who had theirs organized together and I was like I bet I have enough to put together a shelf. I had 7 at the time, a few months ago, now I've doubled that to about 14 (all thrifted!). But I've only read 1 lmao. Since the Pulitzer is awarded in October I'm gonna make that my month to read one.

Nonfiction: Historical Bio. For this category this fall I want to read a biography I have of Mary Wollstonecraft.

Winter

Fiction: Classic Literature. This can mean whatever I want but basically something pre 1945.

Non Fiction

Nov/Dec: Poverty Awareness in America. Got this idea from Google technically for January but I thought Nov/Dec makes a lot more sense for obvious reasons.

Jan/Feb: Black History

Spring, March - May

Fiction: Contemporary Literature

Nonfiction: Women's History, Gender and Women's Studies, Feminism, etc. This is really a year round category for me but I'll focus more on it in the spring.

Summer

Fiction: Shakespeare :) Really the idea to read on a yearly basis started with Shakespeare in Summer idea. The seasonal aspect really motivated me to follow thru with finishing. I can see myself expanding this category to include Shakespeare and also Greek/Roman Classics.

Nonfiction: June is Pride obviously, and then I couldn't really come up with a final category for July/August. Like I said at the top, I'm using the next 2 weeks before September to try and finish up some books, so I just wrote "Summer Reading :)" here lol. For nonfiction maybe I could do a sports book for the summer, I just read Moneyball which was one of my favorite reads ever so I'm still riding that high lol.

And this only represents 2 of my given reading slots, a fiction and a nonfiction. And the reason I did this was to balance my fiction and nonfiction lol! My other slots aren't seasonal but generally look something like this

Slot 3: Memoir/Personal Writing

Close friends of mine know that the single most influential important book of my entire life, the book that made me promise myself to never stop reading books, is the Autobiography of Malcolm X. I really really really believe in the power of autobiography and memoir, they are consistently my favorite books ever and I think we have so much valuable insight to gain from living inside the experiences of others. I am always reading something in this genre.

Slot 4: Elena Ferrante I know some of the tumblr girls respect this one. I am on the second of four in her Neapolitan Novels. I also have another novel of hers that I found at the thrift I couldn't believe my eyes. I predict it will take me another year to finish this out.

Slot 5: Something Fun and Light, either like sci-fi/fantasy or kid lit/YA or both. However Fun and Light are really misnomers bc I feel like I wade thru a lot of like shitty pulpy stuff trying to find something palatable. My friends on Goodreads know what a hater I can be lol. Or the flip side is I just read Charlotte's Web for the first time in forever and it almost made me cry like constantly lmao.

Slot 6 Miscellaneous but usually something will just call to me and make me drop everything else I'm reading so I gotta leave room for that.

And that's how you can figure out which 6 books I'm juggling in any given month!

[pixeldistractions]

The community arts center in Evergreen Harbor was a popular destination in the neighborhood, but Maria had never found the time to go. There was always some excuse to claim for why she was too busy. She worked four days a week, and she obviously had Johanna to care for all on her own. Nobody could claim that she wasn’t busy. But her sister suggested that she should experiment with some new hobbies and try to find something more than work and motherhood (and pining over her man) to do with herself. 

So they went to the arts center one morning. There was a children’s program for Johanna, and Maria browsed through some of the adult offerings. 

She really had high hopes for the wine-making class. Wine was delightful, and Maria had Italian heritage and culinary inclinations. Surely this should be a good fit! 

But then she remembered that she was also squeamish. Somehow she never thought very deeply about how wine was made. But now, flat on her ass in a barrel of sloppy fruit, she didn’t think she’d ever see wine the same way again. 

She finished making the bottle. It was terrible—her butt was in it, after all—but at least she could say that she tried something new. 

She would keep wine-making on the back burner while she looked at some of the other classes. 

Flower arranging? Now this was definitively not gross (unless she found a bug, then she’d be out!). But she was also not very good at it, and the arrangement turned out terrible. How hard could it be to stick a bunch of flowers in a vase and make it look pretty? Very hard, apparently. 

Now she felt like a failure all around on top of having sticky “feet juice” all over her clothes.  

This was why she felt it totally acceptable to take herself back home, sit by the phone, and pine over her damn man. 

And that was exactly what she did. 

But, you see, about that man—Jordan wasn’t having the best time out there, either. He told her all about his falls, scrapes, bruises, sunburn, and a possible fractured wrist. He was lonely, tired, sad, sore, and yet, he didn’t quit. He may have thought about it in some particularly down moments. He may have weighed up the pros and cons. Yet he was still out there, climbing and climbing, against all odds.

So when he called later, when he asked her how the wine-making class went, how could she tell him that she tried once and quit over a little goopy mess on her clothes? He wouldn’t judge her, and he might even find it endearing, her being such a delicate little princess. She did wish for him to find her endearing, but she didn’t want him to think of her as a quitter. Because she wasn’t one. 

So she went again. She tried again. She put the sloppy fruit out of her mind, and this time, it didn’t bother her too much. It wasn’t so bad.

Then, when Jordan called her that night, she would get to tell him that she tried again.

The wine still tasted like shit, but that didn’t disappoint her. Somehow, it only felt like a challenge.

— from “boxes and squares #4.2: “then have some faith” (1/5)

story note: you are not experiencing deja vu! Sorry to make you read this scene again. I first wrote it as a little off-story piece. Not non-canon exactly, but just a little drabble. But then I decided that it belonged in the “official” story. So here we are again! With a little more depth this time. 🙃

and a little gameplay note: Maria is taking “nectar-making” in the culinary category for her second aspiration, besides her “big happy family.” <- since that one takes about a whole freaking lifetime to complete! And as for the negative moodlets, I’m happy to see they don’t happen every time. I guess we’ll just have to keep her stocked up with other happy moodlets to overpower the ick factor, lol!

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[valenhell]

From the studio that brought you “I can’t find good Byler fics in the ao3 tag”, comes:

"The Definitive Byler fic rec list"

Literally no one asked for this but because I spent the majority of last year (...and 2019, and 2018...) reading byler fics and coping with life, I thought I’d make a list of some of my absolute favorites. 

The other day I was basically starving for some byler fics and the angel @magicalfairy provided me with some of her faves so I thought I’d do the same, because I love reading, and I love all of these fics and I appreciate their writers💗 And fic writers in general, come on!

- This is a mix of long works and one-shots/short stories. - Everything is mostly fluff with a tad of angst and a lot of internalized homophobia conflict.  - Every fic is completed, except for the ones I mention that they are not. - I try my best to lay out the stories in a way that I won’t spoil you the plot but also warning you of some stuff you might don’t like. Either way, all of these fics are correctly tagged by their respective authors/owners, so read at your own risk. For better understanding, in between brackets I denote Rating, Words and quantity of Chapters. - I feel like I should clarify, none of these are narrated in the singular first person. None of that “And I told him...”, no. 

Long fics

a dream always the same (T, 99k, 35 chapters) What happened in those few weeks between the Battle of Starcourt and the Byers leaving Hawkins. Literally a satisfying and very needed fill in of season three, with a good dose of Mike’s thoughts and conflict. Mike’s characterization is specially amazing in this one. The writing style is amazing and I know the author put everything into making it historically accurate, and it was really sweet. You probably read it, it’s by the amazing sevensided here on Tumblr🧡

Spring Break (T, 120k, 14/15 chapters) The slowburn of my dreams. Lots of internalized conflict and conflict with each other. Conflict within the Party (uhh kind of), conflict with Mike and Will. Byers family has moved and the kids are visiting! Chaos. Characterization is on point. Yeah, I know it’s unfinished, but the fourteenth chapter actually serves as a pretty nice ending. 

This is where it starts (M, 148.8k, 24 chapters) Aged up characters. The Party is in college and Will disappears again, but now it’s different. Mike knows he didn’t vanish from thin air, and the discovery he and the Party end up making is pretty insane. Mystery solving/fantasy/third dimension, throw in a bit of D&D and Mike realizing some shit, and you get this marvelous fic. It’s a breath of fresh air. The world building is definitely one of the elements that stands out the most, because it’s very nicely described, it sounds like a dream and it’s completely immersive. Absolute gem of a fic. 

there’s a Starman waiting in the sky (M, 30.6k, 8 chapters) Do I need to say anything? Will is out there living his best life and Mike realizes that wow, umm, maybe his best friend looks a bit too nice with that costume... and wait, is he getting horny? It’s actually really fun and sexy.

The Evening Speaks (T, 23k, 7 chapters) In where Mike is a late-night college radio host and Will is the art student that stays up till late to catch up with Wheeler on the Mic. They flirt through songs y’all, this one is really sweet. 

heads or tails? (E, 24k, 3 chapters) Aged up characters. I know most people don’t enjoy sex in fics and with specific characters but this one is insanely well written. It’s a slowburn that commits to the tension and with every word you are grasping and anticipating their next move. I think you can find the author here on Tumblr as yousaidyes🧡

The Man of Average (M, 56.7k, 5/? chapters) Aged up characters. No but you don’t understand, the writing here is absolute gourmet. The story is exciting as well, it’s super interesting. Weirdly enough, for being very aged up characters, they are well characterized but they don’t feel like teenagers. They are naturally Mike and Will. The author really captured Mike and Will’s essence. I know, it’s unfinished and it’s updated very rarely, but this is the typical fic you can’t believe someone just posted on the internet for free. I will say though, I think it’s definitely not for everyone. Read at your own risk.

Heartstrings (E, 82.8k, 24/? chapters) Aged up characters. By the same author of The Man of Average. A collection of memories, the road to Mike and Will’s happy ever after. And fucking hell!!!!! You’ll cry and get angry, you’ll cheer for them, then you’ll want to crash their faces together because god dammit you love each other!!! But yeah, same thing here. The writing and the way the story is laid out as a nonlinear narrative is brilliant. And I also think this is one of the best Will versions I’ve read. The author might as well be the og creator of this two characters tbh. You can find the author here as mylesimeblr🧡

Sinners behind the walls (T, 1.5k, 1/1) And because I can’t stop recommending this author, a little thing of Mike tormenting himself but also being too deeply committed to Will. 

The Red Envelope series (T/E, 167K, two completed works) Something happens that Will thought was impossible and from there, pure drama and romance. Anything by this author has the potential to become your absolute favorite fic, but this series in particular is amazing. I doubt that any of you haven’t read this, but it doesn’t hurt to put it in this list. I’m pretty sure the author is serendipitous-magic on Tumblr🧡

A New Fight series (T, 91k, two completed works, one WIP) And finally the Star Wars AU that we all needed. But this isn’t your typical “Mike is Han”, “Will is Leia” and “El is Luke”, it’s way more interesting than that, and the author has appropriated the Star Wars world like no other. I’ll admit I’m not a 100% fluent in SW lore but this is amazing to me either way. This author is also on Tumblr, tea-for-one-please🧡

- Yes, most of these are (if not all), in a way, canon compliant/canonverse/canon continuation into fanon. (In a way)

One-shots and short stories

Sundae for Two, Please (G, 4.8k) Steve being the supportive friend and older brother these kids collectively need. (not Jonathan erasure, we love him). Steve is very sweet himself, and this little cute thing through his POV is gorgeous. Yes, it’s byler.

Backstage (T, 10k, 2/2) Jonathan, you forgot to mention to Will how hot your new band’s guitarist is, dude. Now he’s hyperventilating and weirdly flirting with him in the corner. Background Stonathan because why not.

102 Peach Street (G, 3.8k) Established relationship, but not only that, they are married :’’))) PURE fluff. Extreme fluffiness. Diabetes. 

sweatshirts and bottled up feelings (T, 3.2k) Or, Mike thinks that the sweatshirt Will wears looks insanely good on him. And kitchens are for lovers. 

kiss it better (T, 16.3k) Basically one of the best character studies of a few precise moments of Mike and Will’s relationship and feelings. 

will wonders ever cease (T, 11.3k) #i ship will and happiness. Omfg what a beautiful piece of fanfic. Will centric, this kid really deserves all the good in the world.

The Calm After the Storm (T, 1.6k) Tooth rotting fluff, boyfriends in love. Boyfriends being lazy, cuddling, love words, kisses. Boys loving each other’s company... Basically, Mike and Will in their element. What more can you ask for?

neither of us ready to let go (T, 4.8k) That scene from season three, but a bit of a fix it. 

Still in love (G, 1k) Domestic, married life au fluff. Y’all, I’m a sucker for established Byler, even if I can’t find many fics with it. But this is very sweet. It takes place in 2020, but I don’t think there are any mentions of the COVID-19 crisis that I remember.

I Nver Find Out ‘Til I’m Head Over Heels (G, 12.5K) Classic 5+1 fic. If you haven’t read it, where have you been? This is your moment. In where Mike keeps inviting Will to the school dances and Will thinks it’s just a joke until he realizes it’s not. 

Before You’re Gone (T, 5.9k) Will is leaving Hawkins and Mike thinks this is a great moment for a confession. This one I discovered last friday, thank you friend @magicalfairy 💗

You’re weird Wheeler (M, 4.5k) Mike unintentionally starts a tradition of going to each other to talk about their sexual encounters just after they finish. Will keeps getting more explicit with the details he shares, and he makes his best friend interested. This one is really fun y’all.

Out-Of-Town Friends (N/R, 4.6K) It’s not rated. I haven’t re- read it but I’d say it would probably fall in a T rating. So cute!! Will has new friends and sneaks off every friday and the Party doesn’t know where he is going, so Mike decides to follow him and is surprised. 

Snowed Under (G, 1.3k) By the same author of The New Fight series. Mike is spending christmas by himself in college because a snowstorm hits Chicago and Nancy can’t drive to see him, but then he has a surprise visitor. Ahhh just a lil sweet holiday fic. Super cute. 

you love me anyway series (T, 7.1k, three completed works) Literally just the cutest thing ever. Established Byler. Will loves to take pictures and he loves taking pictures of Mike. It’s adorable. 

you wanna be friends forever (i can think of something better) (T, 9k) This one is so amazing. So. Amazing. From Will’s POV, my kid deserves the world and he gets it. 

okay not to be okay (T, 4.9k) Mike is a bit sad but then everything is okay. 

can’t hold out forever (G, 18.4k) Y’all!!!!! 5+1 sweetness. Mike has been falling in love since kindergarten. And it’s long af, you’ll enjoy it. 

even if it takes forever (G, 1.3k) College short AU, they miss each other, they love each other, they promise all to each other. It is sappy y’all.

clear as day (N/R, 18.4K, 4 chapters) It’s not rated, but I’d say it falls in the T category. Strangers to friends to lovers. And also, everyone is pretty gay; we have our dynamic trio Mike, Max and El as disaster lesbians (and gay). Will works at the library and he is also gay. Lucas and Dustin and Will are the best friends we needed. It’s very sweet and the Party is kind of formed here!

I went overboard with the one-shots, so you must have realized how much I love long one-shots and I favor them over long works lmao but they are all amazing!!! If it’s on this list, I probably read it at 2 am, sobbing in my bed. So. Hope you enjoy it☺️🧡

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬? (𝐂𝐄𝐎! 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨) 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙲𝙴𝙾/𝙳𝚊𝚍! 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣) × 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢/𝙼𝚘𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝙰𝚄, 𝙲𝙴𝙾 𝙰𝚄

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟼𝙺+

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢/𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚍𝚘𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 × 𝚂𝚞𝚋! 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @little-precious-baby @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @brie02 @galaxteez @deja-vux @multidreams-and-desires @rvse-miingi @couchpotatoaniki

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"I expect all of your reports in and in perfect order by tomorrow's meeting at 11 a.m. And I want all of you in there on time. I will not accept even 1 minute of tardiness. Are we clear?"

A chorus of 'Yes sir' chanted throughout the room, the occupants in their respective chairs starting to disperse themselves out of the room. The hushed groans and complaining did not go unnoticed by Jongho's ears, but he paid no mind to them, having grown accustomed to them. He was a tough boss, and he preferred to keep it that way. He enjoyed having people fear him and be too scared to even ask him something, and all of his subordinates seemed to fall in that category.

"Sir?"

All of them except the almost cherry red head girl who was batting her eyelashes at him, a strand of her hair being twirled around one of her fingers. Without breaking his poker face, Jongho held out the folder he had and fanned it in front of her face.

"Hyunjoo, make copies of these to put into the filing cabinets and make sure to save them into the computer as well."

In a rather abrupt way, he practically threw the folder in her hands, but the girl didn't seem fazed, she still continued to smile even as he turned his back to her and walked out of the room.

"Right away sir! Anything else I can-"

Her enthusiastic question was shut out by the loud slamming of the door, leaving her speechless once more.

Jongho let out a deep huff as he loosened the tie that was practically suffocating him as it did after a strenuous day of having to deal with the ineptitude of his employees. He said absolutely nothing as he walked to his car, and stayed just as silent during the entire ride home, the soft ballads playing on the radio being his only companion at the moment. He didn't even feel like breaking out his heavenly vocals as per usual, all he wanted at that moment was to get to his haven as soon as possible and see the two faces he loved seeing after spending grueling hours in front of a computer and a stack of papers.

As soon as he stepped foot inside the cozy house, his nose was hit with the delicious scent coming from the kitchen. Making sure to neatly place his shoes by the rack next to the door and hang his coat on one of the hooks on the wall, he practically dragged his feet down the hallway before turning the corner. His gloomy expression quickly faltered and broke out into a smile as he was greeted by loud squealing coming from the tiny individual sitting in the high chair.

"Hey buddy. You missed me?" Jongho couldn't keep the smile off his face as he picked up the 5 month old baby, his cheeks still stained with an orange hue. The baby made some incoherent guttural sounds, no doubt trying to convey his feelings as he outstretched his tiny hands and began touching Jongho's face.

"I know I missed you." He placed a tiny kiss on his head before picking up a wet tissue to start wiping off some of the puree residues.

Right at that moment, his wife came in and wrapped her arms around his waist. Placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, she tilted her head so she could look at his face more clearly.

"How was your day?"

He shook his head, not wanting to recall his day.

"Same as they've been since you went on maternity leave. Unbearable."

Rolling her eyes at that, she carefully took the baby out of his hands since it was time for him to take a bath.

"Here. You go on and eat while I clean junior here."

Although the baby grunted softly at being taken away from his father's arms, he eventually relaxed in his mother's embrace, his face nuzzling into her chest and soon afterwards he began nibbling softly at her shirt.

"Oh for goodness sakes! You just ate not even 10 minutes ago. You can't possibly be hungry again." Y/N half heartedly complained, bouncing the baby slightly in her arms.

"Well I mean.... I don't blame him for wanting to drink some of your milk."

Catching her gaze, Jongho sent a wink her way that had her blushing intensely.

"You're unbelievable!" She exclaimed as she stomped out of the room to go bathe her baby.

"You're the one who offered me your tits in the first place." He snorted, trying to contain his laughter as he sipped the glass of water he had in his hand.

"Keep it up and I'll extend my maternity leave longer." She called out from the bathroom, the sound of water running being heard.

"No way! I've gone far too long without my personal assistant helping me keep order in that building and helping me stay sane. You promised me you'd come back tomorrow and I'm making you keep that promise." He warned her.

"Are you saying that as my husband? Or as my boss?" She questioned him.

"As both if I have to." He sternly said.

"Neither one of you scare me.....but since I love you both, I guess I'll keep my promise and come back tomorrow as we planned."

Jongho let out a relieved sigh at her answer as his fingers rubbed at his temple, fork aggressively digging into the vegetables on his plate. He honestly had missed working with Y/N by his side. He was feeling rather antsy and impatient about having her come back into the company. And he knew the other employees were also eagerly anticipating her return, since they preferred going to her to get messages across to him when they were too scared to face Jongho themselves. Not to mention Y/N livened up the atmosphere with her fresh and energetic nature, one of the main reasons he fell in love with her.

As he ate, Jongho began to reminisce about how their story started. Y/N had been recommended by a friend to be his personal assistant and she was very proud to work for such an important CEO, seeing it as an opportunity of a lifetime. Jongho, however, of course was extremely tough on her from the start, just as he was with all his other assistants. None of them lasted more than 2 weeks because they just couldn't handle either all the unbearable tasks he gave them or got frightened off by his stern and aggresive form of addressing them. Not Y/N. Even after having her run up and down floors on wild goose chases at times, she still kept her bright smile and positive energy, never once flinching either when he scolded her for doing something that he deemed wrong, which it never actually was, he just enjoyed nitpicking at her. She broke the record and lasted not just 2 weeks, but over 2 years, earning her the admiration and respect of not only her coworkers but of Jongho himself. He became fascinated by her and that fascination turned into love for her.

He pursued her for quite some time, Y/N making him really work for it as payback for all the harsh times he put her through during her first months working for him. Eventually his persistence paid off as she agreed to not only date him, but actually accepted to marry him when he asked her to. Of course, it was a secret no one else knew about, both of them agreeing that they'd rather keep their personal lives outside of work, not wanting others to talk or gossip about them. So at the company they were simply the CEO and his personal assistant, but once they got home, they were back to being hopelessly in love and enjoying their married life which now included their son.

Jongho felt that he was extremely lucky. Lucky to have such an amazing and beautiful wife who had recently blessed him with a healthy baby boy, gifting him the family he always wanted. He couldn't contain his happy smile as he watched her rock the baby to sleep and eventually put him inside his crib. Tiptoeing out of the nursery and joining him in their bedroom, Y/N raised an eyebrow when she saw his expression.

"You doing good?" She asked him.

Nodding softly, Jongho let out a hum before wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Oh trust me, I'm doing just splendid." He let out a chuckle as he pecked her lips.

When she began pulling away from his embrace, he pulled her back in, this time pressing his lips against hers more firmly as his hands went to the back of her thighs and effortlessly picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She couldn't help the squeal that came out of her mouth when he pushed her down onto their bed, already feeling breathless as his tongue continued to dominate her mouth. Jongho's hands began to slowly pull her tank top down, exposing her soft and squishy breasts that had grown quite considerably since she started her last months of pregnancy and continued up until then.

"You know it's been so long since I've had you all to myself...." He mused as he nipped across her collarbone.

Taking one breast in each of his hands, he gave them gentle squeeze that had Y/N moaning softly. Giving one of her nipples a few kitten licks, Jongho latched his mouth over it, covering her perky nipple and letting out suckling sounds until he felt her sweet liquid come out of her body.

"And I plan on taking my time with you." He finished his previous sentence as he went back to feeding from her milk.

Y/N's fingers tangled themselves on his hair, back arching to allow him to take more of her succulent breasts into his mouth, which he took advantage of graciously. Just as soon as they were both getting lost in their lust, they were interrupted by the small whimpered cries coming from the room next to theirs. Detaching his mouth from his wife's chest, Jongho groaned in annoyance and rolled over on the other side of the bed.

"Seriously? Can't even enjoy some alone time with my wife because junior over there wants to be a cockblocker."

Slapping his arm, Y/N arranged her shirt and got up to go attend to her baby, leaving Jongho laying there in a fuzzy and whiny mood.

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Stepping into the floor, Y/N was immediately bombarded by greetings and questions from all of her coworkers. The men were fawning over her and thanking her for coming back on such an eventful day while the women were prying about her baby and other motherly topics. Since it was still early, Y/N thought it wouldn't hurt to show off a few pictures of her little bundle of joy. Taking care there weren't any photos of Jongho, she happily showed off her gallery that was full of images of her baby and herself. All of the people around her began cooing and awing at how adorable he was.

"He's so cute!"

"Simply adorable!"

"Does he look like his dad?"

Before Y/N could even answer that question, the father himself cleared his throat behind the little group. Collective gasps and startled wheezes were heard as the people began to disperse themselves back to their respective cubicles or desks. Donning his usual frown, Jongho side eyed some of the individuals before landing his eyes on Y/N, who per usual remained calmed and collected.

"Miss L/N, although no doubt your coworker are ecstatic to have you back I must remind you that we have an important meeting ahead of us and I don't want any distractions to hinder our plans. I'll let this go just this time but I want no more dilly dallying. Are we clear?"

Breaking out into a soft smile, Y/N put her phone back in her purse.

"Crystal Mr. Choi."

The corner of Jongho's lip twitched at hearing her usual response she'd say to his chastising. Y/N knew it affected him too, but she bit her tongue from bursting out laughing right then and there. Checking his watch, he sighed deeply.

"After you finish setting your space up, please gather up the documents needed for today's meeting and see me promptly at my office so we can look over them."

Just as Y/N was about to open her mouth, she was interrupted by a redhead whom she had never seen before during the time she worked there. The girl pushed herself in between them both rather tactlessly.

"Sir, if you'd like, I could go fetch them for you, I know where they are so it'd be faster given that I sorted them yesterday."

Y/N arched an eyebrow up at the new face, scanning her up and down, taking notice of how tight and short her skirt was, not to mention how snug fitted her blouse was, more than just the tops buttons undone to purposely draw attention to her cleavage. The way she was practically beaming at Jongho did not go unnoticed by her, and it was slightly irritating her.

"No thank you Hyunjoo. I want Y/N to do it. Besides I need to catch her up on what's been going on these past months she was gone."

Before Jongho could take one step, Hyunjoo moved to stand right in front of him, a rather bold move that had everyone bracing themselves for what would happen next.

"Anything else you want to say Hyunjoo?" Although he asked, it was quite obvious Jongho was not amused in the slightest bit. Hyunjoo bit her lip nervously, but decided to speak.

"Sir I just thought since it was an important meeting that perhaps you'd prefer to be assisted by someone who has more knowledge and experience in the matter so that there would be no... hindrances."

Y/N did not like the way she drawled out that last word. She did not hesitate to let out a scoff at the brazen behavior of whoever that newbie was. And she guessed Jongho was not happy by her input either given that he was now crossing his arms over his chest.

"There will be no hindrances. Y/N knows what she's doing and I know she'll do an excellent job. After all, she is and will always be my personal assistant."

Y/N couldn't hide the proud smirk that shone triumphantly on her face, especially after seeing the reddened face of the girl next to her, who gave her a small glare before excusing herself to go to her desk. Jongho brushed past her to go into his office, giving her elbow a light squeeze that went unnoticed by everyone else but that made her feel better about coming back to work. She was practically skipping all the way to the elevator and still skipping about when she came to the room where they kept all the documents. She skimmed through the cabinets, checking the dates to make sure she was looking in the right section when she was startled by a voice piping up behind her.

"Y/N!"

She let out a scream and stumbled back into one of the cabinets, hitting her lower back rather harshly before landing her bum on the floor.

"Oops! Sorry. Not how I wanted my welcome back greeting to go."

She allowed the blonde male to help her get up, scanning her to make sure no real damage was done.

"Yeosang what the hell? Why are you always popping up on people out of nowhere?" She grimaced as she rubbed her butt.

"Gotta have some type of fun while I'm locked up in here organizing, filing and documenting papers here you know." He adjusted the frames on his nose bridge.

"Maybe you could lend me a hand and show me where I can find what I need for today's meeting?"

Clapping his hands, Yeosang reached into his jacket and promptly took out a neat folder out that had several papers inside.

"I figured Mr. Grinch upstairs would have you come get them so I took the liberty of stashing them away just for you."

Y/N smiled as he handed them over to her.

"That and I didn't want that bitch Hyunjoo putting her nasty hands on them as well." Yeosang huffed loudly.

"Who is she anyways? She wasn't here when I was."

Yeosang went cross eyed momentarily, looking like he was losing brain cells as he tried to figure out where to start.

"She started out a week after you went on maternity leave. She's just a secretary, but has offered to do some tasks that were strictly reserved for you as Jongho's assistant, which he rarely lets her do. You know how he is."

Of course she did. More than anyone she knew what her husband was like.

"Well long story short like her dirty rags that she calls skirts, it's quite obvious she's trying to get in the boss' pants and we're all surprised he hasn't fired her yet. It's more than clear he's not interested either, I mean come on. It's Choi Jongho, he only looks at a woman or man to criticize them. I don't think he's capable of feeling romantically inclined towards anyone."

Y/N held her head down, pretending to skim through some of the papers to hide the giggle that was threatening to come out her mouth. She honestly found it hard not to laugh when others talked about Jongho like that. It was funny to her.

"So I take it I should be careful of her trying to take my place?" Y/N snickered amusedly, and Yeosang let out a dry laugh as well.

"Please Y/N. We all know no one will ever take your place. You're indispensable here, especially to the big guy up there."

He pointed a finger towards the ceiling.

"Speaking of which, don't keep him waiting. You know how he hates people wasting his time." He made quotation signals with his fingers while rolling his eyes.

Giving her a hug and proper welcome greeting, Yeosang watched her leave, reminding her to show him pictures of her baby when she got the chance which she happily agreed to share with him.

Coming back up to the main floor, she made sure to smile warmly at all her coworkers, a gesture that would hopefully calm their nerves a little for the upcoming meeting, which seemed to be working. They knew if she was there at least Jongho would be a little less terrifying than what he usually was. As she walked by the cubicles, she paused in her steps when she saw that a certain desk was empty, its occupant missing. Looking at the nametag, her tongue poked against her cheek.

"Mingi?" She turned to the nearest person to her, the tall male looking up from his screen to pay her his full attention.

"Where's Hyunjoo?"

Mingi didn't answer and instead pointed over towards the direction of Jongho's office.

"No doubt trying to suck his dick. That hoe."

Both her and Mingi looked over at the coworker next to him.

"Wooyoung!" Mingi chastised him.

"What? Fire me for speaking the truth." He grumbled as he continued his task of stapling a stack of papers together.

Mingi shot her an apologetic look but Y/N quickly brushed it off. Something told her that she was needed someplace else anyways. Her instincts were never wrong. Peeking into the office, she witnessed in disgust as Hyunjoo ran a finger down Jongho's torso. He looked visibly uncomfortable, swallowing hard as he tried to back away from her slowly.

"Typical of him." She thought to herself. "Acting all high and mighty like he's not afraid of anyone or anything yet when a woman throws herself at him, he cowers like a little baby."

When she saw Hyunjoo press her body against Jongho's, she knew it was time to step in. Slamming the door open, her face had a glaring scowl that was quite the contrast to her usually friendly demeanor. Only few people had ever seen it and it truly shook them to the core, even more than Jongho himself since they grew used to his anger. But Y/N? They desperately avoided incurring her wrath, even if it was such a rare sight to see. And it was producing an instant effect as Hyunjoo immediately backed away from Jongho, the latter already bracing himself for a lecture from her.

"Hyunjoo......I believe your station is right out there." She pointed behind her.

Hyunjoo nodded even though it was a statement not a question.

"So why are you not there?" Her foot tapped impatiently on the floor.

The poor girl apologized and quickly sped out of the office, like a puppy with its tail tucked in between their legs. Once she was out, Y/N shut the door behind her and then looked over at Jongho, piercing daggers into him with her stare as she took slow and careful steps towards him.

"Well.....guess I should probably thank you for getting me out of that-"

Jongho let out a tiny squeak when Y/N grabbed him by his collar and pulled his face close to hers.

"I'm gone for half a year and there's already a skank trying to take my place?" She was fuming, eyes burning a hole into his face and Jongho wasn't going to lie, he was always attracted more to her when she got angry.

"Baby, darling..." He cooed at her, hands going to her hips to rub circles around them in an effort to appease her.

"Don't you 'darling' me Choi Jongho. Tell me, did you enjoy having your little pet rub herself on you?" She demanded as she took his hands off her and slammed her own on the desk behind him, effectively trapping him and keeping him from moving.

"I- No! Of course not!" He exclaimed in indignation.

Y/N scoffed dryly as she reached a hand up and placed it on his chest, mimicking the earlier actions of her rival, except whereas Jongho recoiled from Hyunjoo's touch before, it was now different as he began melting into Y/N's touch.

"I don't really believe you, I think you would have fucked her if given the chance." She didn't really believe that sentence herself but she wanted to spark a reaction out of Jongho.

"Now why would I do that when I have the most perfect woman right in front of me? When she's everything and all I want?" He let out a hum as he ghosted his lips over hers, wanting to desperately kiss her at that moment.

"Oh really now? I'm all you want?" She giggled in a mocking tone as her teeth caught onto his bottom lip and tugged on them slightly.

"Fuck!- yes. You're all I want. You're the love of my life, the object of my desires, the mother of my son..."

Cupping her cheeks, he tenderly kissed her, lips perfectly molding against hers as he tried to convey his adoration for her. When he pulled back, he stayed only a few centimeters away as he nuzzled his nose against hers.

"My wife." He whispered those two words so soft as if they were a solemn prayer not meant to be heard by anyone else.

Although his words brought a sense of warmth and fuzziness inside her, Y/N was not about to let Jongho off the hook so easily. He needed to be reminded of something else.

"You're forgetting something else Mr. CEO...... I'm not just your wife."

Jongho grunted when she suddenly pulled him by his belt loops, her knee coming up to rub against his crotch which was starting to swell up.

"I'm your boss."

He watched with amazement as she dropped down to her knees, her fingers making quick movements to unbuckle his belt. Stiffening when her hands squeezed at his bulge, Jongho heaved out a sigh.

"Don't tease me." He slightly whimpered to her.

Quirking an eyebrow up, she sent him a seductive smirk.

"Wasn't planning on it."

Taking hold of the top of his trousers, she made sure to pull his briefs down with them, freeing his hardened cock that was already leaking at the tip. Running her thumb across his head, she looked up to find her husband flushing a crimson red hue, a soft chortle escaping his throat as he realized what she was doing. Pressing his bulbous tip against her lips, she coated them with a warm gloss before pushing them inside the barrier of her teeth, raking the underside of it. That motion alone already had Jongho's thighs shaking. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, giving the head a subtle suckle. At last, she opened her mouth more widely and drove him deeper into her throat until she was releasing a choking sound, a trail of moisture spilling out from the corner of her mouth. Pulling back, she hummed around his length to further intensify the sensation.

"Oh my god." Jongho moaned as his hands tried to reach towards the back of her head, which were quickly slapped away by her.

"Nuh uh my love, we're playing with my rules right now."

Jongho had to steady himself by gripping the desk behind him, resisting the urge to buck himself up into his wife's throat. He let out sharp gasps and groans when she gave him a particularly long slurp, gurgling melodies practically coming out her mouth. He filled her throat to the brim, his dripping organ stroking against her tongue each time she moved it to and fro. Instinctively parting her knees, she reached beneath her skirt to touch herself, finding herself to be dripping as well. Raising her eyes upwards, she saw Jongho's head thrown back, mouth open and spilling out melodic hums of bliss and lust as his pelvis began to thrust faster against her face, chasing his upcoming release with a determined intensity. Feeling his thighs tighten and his cock twitch, she knew it was only a matter of time before his hot liquid would spurt into her throat. Wanting to please him, her mouth began a mix of lapping, sucking and licking at his length, soaking his flesh until long pools of saliva came trickling down her chin and onto her neck. Her mouth kept moving back and forth, heightening his excitement until he began pumping his climax into her, his seed flowing down her throat which she swallowed generously.

"Oh fuck! Oh God!" Jongho cried out, not caring to keep his voice down as he had just had one of the most exhilarating orgasms after months of only having his hand to keep him company during those needy moments.

Pulling out of his wife's mouth, her lips glistened with a blend of her spit and of his cum. Getting up from the ground, she pulled out her hand that had during this time stayed between her legs, her arousal glowing on the tip of her fingers. Holding them up to her husband's face, she smeared some of it across his lip.

"Suck."

His mouth parted instantly as he graciously accepted her fingers into his wet cavern, licking off the sweet juices from her core. She watched him with utter fascination, always loving how he was always so pliant with her every command. Once sure he had licked her clean of anymore secretions, she pulled her hand out of his mouth and quickly replaced it with her own. Their tongues danced around each other as their arms wrapped around the other's body. Pent up desire and weakened passions were flowing through every touch and caress of their hands. They both realized just how much they had been missing each other's bodies, forgetting about their needs up until that moment. Pulling away with reluctance to catch her breath, Y/N looked up at the already disheveled looking male in front of her and smirked.

"Hop on top of the desk.......Sir." She whispered that last word in his ear, biting down at his earlobe.

His shivering body did not go unnoticed by her and she was more than delighted to watch as he practically cleared the desk, letting papers and other utensils scatter on the floor as he sat up on top of it. Reaching back inside her skirt, Y/N dragged her now soiled panties down her legs and set them off to the side, already knowing what she would do with them later. Climbing on top of Jongho's lap, she took hold of his cock one more time and began to pump him slowly, getting him worked up once more, his soft tender skin becoming erect and hard once again. Noticing the way his eyes peered at her slight cleavage, she used her free hand to unbutton her blouse before pulling her bra cups down enough for her breasts to pop out. Jongho swore he could cum at just the sight of them, nipples poking out and gleaming with the hints of milk oozing out.

"Suck on them. Drink mommy's milk up. After all, they're for daddy too." She encouraged him with a giggle.

His mouth devoured her breasts. He gnawed at the stiff buds of her nipples and suckled against her until her sweet nectar began trickling onto his tongue. Y/N arched her back and began spilling out erotic moans, teeth biting down occasionally at her lip as she couldn't handle the overwhelming pleasure of having her husband feed on her breast milk. Jongho was enjoying himself as well. She was moist to the point of being succulent. His tongue slipped against her fleshy mounds and he could feel himself choking on the rich taste she produced. The more he worked on sampling her flavor, the more she sighed and panted as she pushed her chest more out to him. All throughout this, her hand never stopped pumping at his length.

Jongho whined when she suddenly pushed his face off her chest, a tiny trail of milk being left on his lip. Gripping his base more firmly, she placed him right at her aching entrance and sunk down on him with no warning, causing his breath to hitch.

"I'm gonna fuck you Jongho. Fuck you til you're a crying mess to remind you who this dick belongs to. And you're gonna take it like the good slave you are. Got it?"

He nodded his head furiously, wanting nothing than to feel her take advantage of him, use him as she pleased. With an evil smile, she reached for the discarded panties she had momentarily forgotten about.

"Oh...and I guess we better keep quiet. I know I can keep it down. But you? You need a little help."

Jongho spewed out pornographic sounds as she stuffed his mouth with her panties. He could taste her sex on his tongue but he had no time to fully enjoy it when she suddenly began to bounce herself on his cock. When he tried to grip at her hips, she caught his wrists and slammed them down on the desk, his back hitting against the hard wood, but he didn't care. He was too immersed on the excruciating pleasure of having her tightness press around his cock. The desk underneath them rocked with every one of their sinful movements, no doubt alerting anyone within a few feet near the doorway, perhaps even further down. And that's what Y/N wanted. She wanted to make sure all the people outside finally understood that Choi Jongho was hers, hers only and no one else's. No one could ever take him away from her because she had him wrapped around her finger.

"Look at you, you look so pathetic. My dirty panties in your mouth, my hands keeping you from moving as I bounce myself on your cock."

Once again she felt the familiar twitch of his head warning her he was going to bust at any moment. It only fueled her to grind down on him harder.

"Who would have thought the powerful and mighty CEO would be nothing more than a little slut? Eager to get his dick wet enough to bend down to his assistant. You were so fucking easy my love."

Her mocking and teasing only helped in having him spasm underneath her, his orgasm ripping through his body in such an extreme manner he thought he would go insane. But Y/N didn't let him fully come down from his high when she began rutting herself once more on him, this time with more force and vigor that had Jongho crying out. His eyes began to became filled with tears, muffled pleading incoherent due to being gagged by her underwear. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, another orgasm was being forced out of him, his seed overflowing from inside Y/N's core that it began to cascade down into her inner thighs, droplets even falling onto the furniture underneath them.

"Even with your mouth occupied you still manage to be such a loud brat, I bet this entire floor can hear you. What? Is that what you want? Want all your employees to hear as I fuck you like my personal sex doll?"

Jongho's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he heard her words. He hated admitting it but having her degrade him, talk down to him and reduce him to nothing more than a pleasure toy never failed to make his toes curl.

"Maybe you do and that's fine. I want all of them, especially that little skank to hear as I ruin you. Let them know who's really in charge here."

Y/N's movements became more sloppy as she felt her own climax approaching, her walls squeezing unbearably down on Jongho's dick. Her breasts were jiggling with every move, adding more sensuality to the already wicked image of her riding her husband's body.

"Can you cum once more for mommy? I know you can. Daddy can definitely give mommy his cum one more time right?"

Jongho nodded, grumbling something that was not understandable. With a prideful look, Y/N raked her hands across his chest.

"Fill my pussy up once more love. Knock me up with another one of your kids. Wanna get pregnant once more by you. Fuck!"

She cursed loudly as she began shattering on top of him, chest heaving as she released her juices onto his thick cock, which was also pumping out the last remnants of his seed and coating her walls profusely. Jongho fell into a spiraling oblivion of pleasure, unable to feel anything but his throbbing dick pulsating around her heat as it milked him out of every last drop of his cum. He was in heaven, even if it was a sinful act they just committed.

Y/N let out a hiss as she pulled out of him, a long trail of sticky cum pouring onto the desk and even dropping onto the carpet. Her legs felt wobbly as she tried to walk, the numbness in her feet soon turning into a pins and needles sensation. Taking her panties off his mouth and stuffing them into his pocket, Jongho quickly fixed himself, zipping his pants back up and getting up just in time to catch his darling wife before she tumbled onto the floor

"It's ok my dear. I got you." He sweetly smiled at her and rubbed at her sore lower abdomen.

"I love you." She suddenly said.

Tilting her chin up, he kissed her temple.

"I love you more, so much more." He confessed.

"Enough to let me take the rest of the day off and go back home?" She made puppy eyes at him.

Jongho bursted out laughing at her question, nuzzling his nose against the crook of her neck.

"You're so funny babe.....nice try but no. We still have a meeting today." He reminded her, which earned him a huffing spouse.

"Have I ever mentioned I hate my boss?" She nudged him away, to which he snorted.

"Darling let's be real here. You're the real boss here. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

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1) Gimme Gimme | Mature | 5957 words

He dragged himself to his bedroom and flopped down face-first onto the bed, groaning, and started thinking about that new neighbor. Maybe this was his chance. Maybe this was the time for him to actually try and find a love interest that lasted longer than 2 weeks. He rolled over and sat up on the bed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked out the window.

And what he saw was probably the most amazing thing on the planet.

Walking into his new neighbor’s house was a man in a suit, carrying a briefcase while his Porsche sat in the driveway.

2) Under the Vanilla Sky | Explicit | 8006 words

Who the hell wears a hat like that on a yacht?  That's one of the things Louis thinks when he sees Harry from across the deck of the most expensive, ridiculous boat he's ever been on.  He also thinks he'd like to get closer.  Just to see what's under those aviators.  Just to verify that, yes, in fact, those white swim trunks might be a little see-through when wet.  Just to see if someone could really be that hot in real life.  On a yacht.  In the Caribbean sea just off the coast of St. Barts.  

Here's what really happened on that yacht.

3) Sweet Like Cherry Vodka | Not Rated | 8039 words

When he exits the building he instantly sees him. He’s leaning against his white Mercedes Benz convertible. The car makes him look more expensive. Of course, the navy blue suit that fits tightly around his broad shoulders — making Louis want to fall to his knees, mind you — also helps to get the message across. He looks up from his phone, his sleek black aviators block Louis from seeing his dark eyes.

When Louis knows Harry's watching him he smiles. A grin grows on Harry’s mouth, his strong jaw moves cockily while he chews his gum. How does someone make chewing gum so hot?

“Need a ride sweetheart?” Harry calls to him, the statement adds to his cocky demeanor.

“You know I do, silly.” Louis laughs at how ridiculous the older man can be.

4) You And I ‘Till The Day We Die | Explicit | 10807 words

Prompt 124: A fic inspired by Groupie Love by Lana Del Rey, where Harry is a Rockstar and Louis is his cute little boyfriend who tries to hide himself in the middle of the crowd. (Preferably set in the 80s)

5) Guns N Roses | Mature | 14069 words

Harry's an assassin, Louis is a government agent. They hate each other but not really.

6) My English Love Affair | Explicit | 19198 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody's supposed to find out it's about you.

The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.

7) The Way The Storm Blows | Explicit | 21649 words

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

8) Even The Best Laid Plans | Explicit | 25190 words

Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.

9) A Trail Of Honey Through It All | Explicit | 27086 words

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

10) Carnelian | Explicit | 30631 words

Louis finds himself donating blood to the most beautiful being he's ever seen.

11) Take My Pure (And Wash It All Away ‘Til I’m Cured) | Explicit | 40629 words

They're all 19. Louis is a twink, Harry is a frat boy hunk. Harry for some reason wants his makeup done for pride, and Louis is just trying so very hard to stay clear of all alleged fuckboys this year.

12) In The Still Of The Night | Explicit | 68568 words

The Dirty Dancing AU where Louis is a feisty omega who wants to change the world, Harry is an alpha from the wrong side of the tracks, and nobody puts Louis in a corner.

13) Waiting On You | Explicit | 76576 words

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

14) Your Name is Tattooed on My Heart | Explicit | 86809 words

Note: This fic has mentions of top Louis.

Louis is ready to find the love of his life, but first he has to stop falling for the punk rocker next door.

15) Beyond The Point Of Weird | Mature | 108331 words

Louis meets Harry one night and well... Of course things lead from one thing to another. How could Louis not be interested in having a go at the ex-Rockstar who'd starred in his first wet dream?

When Harry asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend to help him clear up his image, Louis agrees because why the fuck not. Yet it kind of feels like the only 'fake' part of their relationship is the title they chose for it... And then it gets confusing.

Louis' pretty sure he walked right into a trap - one he's not quite sure he wants to escape.

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Twice React- S/O Makes Them Squirt

Requested: Yup

Request: Twices reaction to their s/o making them squirt

a/u: Hey, guys! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long I just couldn’t find the time in a day to write and I’m sorry that these are kinda all over the place it took two weeks to write and I finished like 4-5 of the members reactions today alone and it’s been a few months so I’m a little rusty on reacts. I also want to say thank you so much for 2.6k+ followers I can’t believe so many people actually like me. But, thank you all again, I love you all.

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Nayeon

“Oh my god.”

Nayeon gripped the bed sheets between her fingers tightly as your fingers continued pistoning in and out of her at a blinding pace. Her body shook with shocks of pure pleasure as you built her up to her third orgasm of the night, her euphoria a stone’s throw away as your fingers hooked into her frontal wall. You pressed into the spongy flesh making her scream as her nails dug into your shoulder, a surprised gasp leaving her lips as she felt liquid squirt from between her legs. Dripping down your fingers and arm as you looked up at her, “Huh, I knew I was good. But I didn’t know it was that good.”

Jeongyeon

“That’s new.”

Your girlfriend’s head was buried in your neck as you were both naked from the waist down, as she continued to grind down on your thigh. Her face a vibrant hue as she panted hotly into your ear, “Close.” You smirked as you flexed your thigh, the muscle bulging ever so slightly as it made contact with Jeongyeong’s clit, a surprised moan leaving her lips as she ground down harder. Her brain flooded with endorphins as her orgasm ripped through her, a splatter of wetness drenching your thigh as Jeong threw her head back letting out another high pitched whine before falling back into your arms. A surprised look painted your face as you stared at her in disbelief, “Are you okay?” Jeongyeon nodded sleepily, as she hummed into your shoulder, “Tired.” You snorted a little as you gently laid her back onto the bed, “I bet, just rest here.” You leaned down to kiss her forehead, “I’ll get you cleaned up.”

Momo

“That was hot.” (I also had to do a lot of [literal] weird ass research for this)

Momo was on her hands and knees as you eased a lubed finger in her back entrance, a low groan escaping her throat as you stretched her open. Making sure she was comfortable before lifting the string of beads, “Are you sure about this Momoring?” The Japanese girl nodded as you coated the toy in copious amounts of lube, “Okay, just tell me if you need to stop, okay?” Momo nodded again as you held the toy to her “back door”, her breath hitching as the first bead made its way into her practically virgin cavern. It took a while before you finally got the whole thing inside before picking up the remote next to you, you turned to the lowest setting sparking the beads to life as Momo moaned lowly enjoying the new feeling, “Doing okay?” Your girlfriend nodded shakily as you turned up the toy by two clicks, “Oh, god...yes.” You pressed down on the toy so it simultaneously hit her g-spot at the same time making Momo white knuckle the bed sheets, a loud moan reaching throughout the room as her body convulsed. Streams of her orgasm came shooting out as her body finally settled down, a light chuckle leaving Momo as you turned the toy off and made a move to take it out only to be stopped by your girlfriend, “You don’t want it out?” The dancer shook her head, “Leave it for now.” You chuckled as you came up to cuddle her, “Kinky.” Momo pushed you lightly, “Be quiet.”

Sana

“I didn’t know I could do that.”

Sana squirmed relentlessly under the vibrations of the Hitachi, it was placed squarely on her clit as you edged her closer and closer to her second orgasm. Bolts of pleasure shot up and down her spine as the Japanese girl clenched her teeth as she fought off an embarrassingly loud moan, her peak a few seconds away as you brought your mouth down to her breasts. You smirked before taking a hardened bud between your lips, placing a kiss on the areola as your teeth grazed the nipple ever so lightly. A hitched gasp sounded from above you as your girlfriend’s hand shot to your head, a stuttered moaning falling from her lips as her hips bucked into the toy. A rush of liquid squirting out onto your hand as Sana’s body rolled like a wave, running out her orgasm. When she finally settled back down you threw the toy to the side as you placed a kiss to her cheek, a blissful smile on her face, “Good?” Sana nodded as she curled into you, “So good.”

Jihyo

“What just happened?”

It had been a week since you had last let Jihyo cum and she was nearing the end of her rope. Your constant teasing didn’t help as she had to deal with whatever the female version of “blue balls'' was as you left her hanging for seven days straight. But as you looked at her in the lowlights of the restaurant you decided that she finally deserved her reward. She shot you a look as you picked up your phone, a devilish smile on your lips as you turned up the dial on the remote viabrator she was wearing. The brunette stifled a sudden moan as she glared at you from across the table, you cocked an eyebrow in faux concern, “Something the matter Jihyo-ah?” Your girlfriend resisted the urge to flick you off as she attempted to lift her spoon, “Not at all.” You shrugged, “Good. Cause I've been saying that you need to cum here or wait another week before we go out again.” Jihyo’s eyes widened as she understood what your words implied, you could see the apprehension in her eyes as you quickly added, “What’s your favorite color again?” The Korean girl glanced around the mostly empty restaurant, “Green.” You smiled as you turned the dial to its highest setting, her eyes fluttering closed as her grip on the spoon tightened. A week of pent up frustration about to be released in front of people as she suddenly felt a torrent of liquid rush out of her, her eyes flying open as you sensed what had happened. You cleared your throat as you turned off the toy, “You can borrow my jacket.”

Mina

“Wow.”

Mina stood knock-kneed in the kitchen as all plans of making dinner fell through the second you started playing with the setting of the egg vibrator you had placed inside of her earlier that evening. A scowl on her face as she held onto the countertop to prevent herself from collapsing under her weight, a sly smile on your face as you made your way towards her, “Need a little Minari.” Your girlfriend glared at you as she tried to stand up straighter only to have a surprised gasp fall from her mouth as you turned up the intensity, “Y/N, I ne...need to make din...dinner.” You shrugged, “Or, we can just skip to dessert?” Mina pursed her lips for a second before tackling you in a kiss, and before she knew it your head was between her thighs on the counter. The way your tongue suckled her clit made her squirm as it contrasted the coolness of the granite she was sitting on as you began playing with the settings again. The vibrations combined with the attention you were giving her with your tongue made the brunette let out a guttural moan as she suddenly felt like she began to pee, her body was wracked with jolts of pleasure as you felt your chin being drenched by her release. A bright blush covered Mina’s face as she saw what she had done, “Y/N I’m so sor…” before she could apologize you cut her off with a kiss, “No apologies, baby. That was hot.” Your girlfriend still hid her face with her hair, “You’re just saying that.” You shook your head as you placed a kiss to her cheek, “I’d never lie to you.”

Dahyun

“Geez.”

Dahyun’s body shook slightly as she laid back into the pillows, her fingers teasing her clit through the fabric of her panties as you sat at the end of the bed a small wet spot forming at the front of her underwear as you smirked, “Take your panties off and present yourself for me.” Your girlfriend blushed slightly but did as she was told, a small string of arousal was connected to the fabric as she threw over the side of the bed, pushing her knees up so she was spread out for you. “Now, touch yourself.” Dahyun’s hand snaked its way down her body till she made contact with her drenched opening, her breathing stuttered as she sank a finger into herself, a soft squelch filled the room as she added another finger. Her other hand coming down to play with her clit as a bright blush dusted her cheeks, her arousal building as you watched in awe. “C...can I come?” Your girlfriend looked at you with half-lidded eyes as you pondered it for a second, her peak climbing at an alarming rate, “What's the magic word?” Dahyun squeezed her eyes shut as she continued working her fingers in and out of herself, “Pl..please? Please. Pl...please!?” Her voice raised an octave as you smiled, “Cum for me Dahyunnie.” The raven hairs girl let out a load moan as her body seized, her vision filled with white as a stream of liquid shot out from between her thrusting fingers. You looked at each other in shock as she fell back into the pillows, you quickly scrambled up to her as you placed a kiss to her sweaty forehead, “Good girl.”

Chaeyoung

“That was amazing!”

You had your girlfriend strapped down to a chair as you circled her with a Hitachi in one hand and a riding crop in the other, you ran the leather toy up Chae’s thigh making her shudder as you placed a light swat to the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, “You’ve been a bad girl this week Chaengie. Haven’t you?” The blonde squirmed in her bonds as she hissed at the hit you landed on her other thigh, “Y..yes.” You hummed as you moved behind her, your hands running down her shoulders before you took both her breasts into your hands, squeezing the flesh lightly as Chaeyoung leaned into the touch right before you pulled away making her whimper. “Good girls get rewards,” You turned on the wand and held it down to your girlfriend’s neglected sex for the first time this evening, a surprised gasp leaving her lips as her toes curled against the hardwood, “do you deserve a reward?” Chae’s fingers curled around the silk holding her down as you continued holding the toy against her, “Only if you th..think I d..do.” You held back a smile as you leaned down to her ear, “Good answer.” The blonde heaved in a breath as she felt her peak rising, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she held back from screaming, “May I cum?” You pretended to look up in thought as Chaeyoung begged louder, “Y/N-ah please let me cum! I can’t, I can’t, I..” Before she could continue you cut her off, “Cum Chaeng.” The idol threw her head back in ecstasy as spurts of liquid sprayed from her pussy, a guttural moan falling from her lips as her release finally died down, a relieved smile on her face as you turned off the toy, “Wow.” You laughed lightly ruffling her hair, “Wow indeed.”

Tzuyu

“I…”

Tzuyu’s eyes fluttered close as she pushed down on your head, her pleasure building as you took her clit into your mouth. You sucked on the small bundle of nerves as she let out a loud moan, her knuckles turning white as her nails dug into your shoulder, “Y/N I’m gonna…!” Before she could finish her sentence her release came flooding out of her like a tidal wave, soaking your chin and the bedsheets. The Taiwanese girl’s eyes went wide as she stared down at you, a look of disbelief on her face as you laughed lightly, “What?” Tzuyu blinked, “Did I just?” You nodded, swiping your tongue across your lips to gather the wetness still there, “Yes you did. And it was hot.” At your words your girlfriend blushed brightly as you fell into a fit of laughter, “Not funny Y/N!”

[thelastdrop]

Surprise

Momoland Nancy & Momoland Ahin x Male Reader

6586 words

Categories: smut, threesome, shower sex

Read on AFF

Editors: @worldsover​​ and @nsfwflint​

A warm summer’s air passes into the open window of your company car. Why the company would ever give you an Audi as your company car is still beyond your knowledge, but there is no way you were going to complain about getting a free ride. You would have taken anything they gave you, so the black leather seats, touch screen interface, hands-free calling, and all the other bells and whistles were novel amenities that took some getting used to.

On your right you see the sign for your apartment complex’s parking. You take the turn over the sidewalk and begin to descend toward the garage. An automatic gate is lifted as a sensor picks up on your car's barcode from a sticker on your front windshield. Living in a complex that has a nice garage like this was one of the main things you were looking for when you and your girlfriend were picking out a place to live.

You and Nancy have been having a great time together recently. Your relationship had taken the next step when you both decided to move in together about a month ago. Living together not only gave you both the opportunity to see each other more, but it also gave you something to look forward to after you would come home from work. Nancy is always there to greet you with a warm smile and a hug as you walk in the door.

You park your car in your ‘assigned’ spot. Not that they were really assigned but most residents would park their cars in the same place every day so they could take a short walk to the elevators. Stepping into the elevator, you press your floor number and it lights up causing the metal doors to close in front of you. A sigh of relief is exhaled from your lungs. Finally you made it to the weekend and won’t have to worry about work for the next two days. 

With a soft bing bong the metal doors open again. Exiting out onto the intricately designed carpeted floor, you make your way down the well kept corridor towards your apartment. Picking out your apartment from everyone else's is made easier by Nancy’s love of home decor. A different wreath always hangs on your door depending on the season, and this one happens to be a vibrant green leaf wreath with yellow Daylilies interwoven throughout. 

“Welcome home oppa!” Nancy announces as you walk in the door. “How was your day today? I hope it wasn’t too hard.” She approaches you and gives you a kiss on the cheek while you take your coat off and hang it on a coat rack near the entrance.

Nancy’s love of decor doesn’t stop at the door. She’d fallen in love with a contemporary style of decorating after seeing it in one of her friend’s places. On the cream walls are splashes of color found in different objects, your favorite being a Marilyn Monroe painting you’d picked out after seeing a street artist selling it. The background of the painting looked as if the artist took red, yellow and orange paint and threw them on the canvas. After letting it dry, they came back and painted a very minimalistic face of Marilyn Monroe using only black to outline and white to fill.

“No it wasn’t too bad. I actually got praise from my boss on my work with the Kosak account.” 

“That’s great! Well I do have a bit of an ask from you…” she trails off. Her eyes narrow, gauging your reaction from your face.

Nancy has a problem with always wanting to help her friends out. No matter what the issue is she will, without fail, say yes to whatever they need her help with. It’s caused her to miss dates before, show up late for work, it’s even made her forget to pick you up from the airport. So you already know that this is going to be a major ask since she never runs these things by you.

You let out a deep sigh. “I hope it isn’t something that’s going to mess with my birthday,” you sternly reply since it is 5 days away.

“Oh no oppa, I would never forget something like that,” she says as she takes your right arm between her boobs, knowing how much you like them. “I just wondered... if it would be okay... for Ahin to stay with us for the next week while she looks for a new place?” Nancy asks with her voice getting higher by the end of her question.

“You want what?” you say with mild annoyance, “Nancy we barely just moved in together and now you want to throw someone else into the mix? She could ruin the good thing we have going here.” You pull your arm out from between her boobs and turn to walk into the living room.

Nancy scurries in front of your path and buries her face in your chest. “But please oppa? I promise it’ll be like she isn’t even here,” Nancy says with big puppy dog eyes focused on you.

Her ultimate move. You have never been able to tell Nancy no whenever she looks up at you with her dark brown eyes and puckers her lip. The other thing this look did was always give you a great view down her shirt, which you're pretty sure is why she wore her thin strapped tank top today.

“A-Alright she can stay over. But only for a week,” you cave as your face warms up causing you to turn your head away.

“Yay! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you oppa! You're the best boyfriend ever!” she says as she jumps in front of you, her tits bouncing up and down.

In the middle of her celebration, a gentle knock raps on the door.

“Oh that must be her,” Nancy says, skipping over to the door.

“Wait... you already asked her? What if I said no?”

“I know you weren’t gonna say no,” she says in a sultry tone giving you a wink.

You smack yourself in the head on missing an opportunity to have Nancy begging for something. How far would she have gone to have her way?

Fortunately, it wasn’t one of Nancy’s other friends. Yeonwoo and Hyebin were two bombshells that you’ve always been attracted to. Obviously not as much as Nancy, but having one of them around could have led to some… interesting situations.

The last time you saw Ahin she had a short bobbed haircut with bangs. She never really struck you as an overly sexy type of girl, but rather as someone who you could bring home to mom and dad. She had a very homely kind of aura about her calming your worries about having one of Nancy’s friends stay over with you. 

“Ahhhh! I’m so glad you’re here,” Nancy says through the slit of the ajar door only big enough for her to fit through. She reaches both arms through and gives the person on the other side a hug. The door knocks open as they jump and hug each other, revealing a bouncing head of blonde hair on the other side of the hug.

As they break the hug, you get a good look at the other girl and you're left speechless. If this was Ahin, she’d almost completely re-invented her image. What was once a short brown bob with bangs is now long flowing blonde hair that’s parted in the middle. It frames her face so much better than her old haircut did, making you focus on things like her piercing hazel eyes and her plump red lips more than you would have.

You knew Ahin had a pretty good figure, especially when she would wear tight shirts that showed off her large bust, but this just blew you out of the water. A thin strapped darker pink dress with roses and irises hugs her in all the right places, showing off her massive tits and giving you plenty of cleavage to gawk at. It also clings tightly to her stomach and ass, not leaving a lot to the imagination. 

When your eyes finally start to work their way back up Ahin’s body, she stares right at you. She gives you a subtle wink as Nancy snaps you out of the trance. 

“Come on oppa, greet our guest,” Nancy says, pulling you in closer to the two of them.

“Oh, yeah. Um hey Ahin... you look, like, really good.” you say as you stumble your way through the conversation, “When did all of this change happen?”

“Oh this?” Ahin says as she does a little twirl, “Nancy didn’t say anything to you about it? Ah, what kind of friend are you that you don’t brag to your boyfriend about me?”

“I was planning on telling him, but something must have happened and it slipped my mind.”

Ahin extends both of her arms. “Well don’t be shy now. Nothing’s changed, I'm still the same old Ahin as before, so can I have a hug oppa?” she says with a little head tilt.

You quickly glance at your girlfriend for reassurance, but she just gives you a ‘why are you looking at me’ look. When you step forward and embrace Ahin, she pulls you deeper into the hug pressing her boobs against your chest. The feeling of her soft mounds pushing up against you covers a much larger area than Nancy’s do. 

Before you break your hug, Ahin goes up on her tiptoes and whispers into your ear, “We’re going to have a lot of fun while I’m staying with you oppa~.” As she finishes her sentence, she blows lightly on your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

“Well, come with me Ahin and I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping while you’re here,” Nancy says as she grabs her hand, pulling Ahin toward the guest bedroom you’ve been using as a stay at home office. 

“Oh, and oppa! Grab Ahin’s bags for her would you!” Your girlfriend calls out from the other room.

“Sure thing!” you yell back as you pick up the rolling suitcase and walk towards the room where the two women are.

—

It’s been three days since Ahin came to stay with you and Nancy, and to say Ahin was having fun messing with you would be an understatement. Everything that she wore was extremely revealing. If Ahin had a thin strapped tight tank top, she would walk in front of you while watching TV and pick something up off your coffee table. You swear you saw a silhouette of her nipple poking out from those beautiful round mounds, but you quickly averted your gaze when you heard Nancy make some noise in the other room.

As you got home today, you’re relieved that the work week was finally over. All you can think about is a nice warm shower, before getting into some comfortable clothes and watching TV with Nancy cuddled up beside you on the couch. 

Opening the door to the apartment, you aren’t met with your usual warm welcome you’ve become accustomed to. 

“Hey I’m back,” you call out to the dark, quiet apartment to see if you could get a response, but no luck.

After taking off your coat and hanging it up, you walk into the kitchen and flip on the lights. A note left on the marble countertop.

“Gone out to the store. Be back later with food~” - Nancy ♥

You love how in sync you and Nancy are. Even without telling her you wanted to just stay home tonight and just order something, she is already getting some food for you two to eat tonight.

Rummaging through a drawer beneath the counter, you pull out a pen and write a response to her note.

“If I’m still in the shower when you get back feel free to join me ;)”

And now a nice warm shower awaits you. You make your way through the apartment and notice that the light to the room Ahin is staying in was also off. Looks like Nancy forgot to turn off the lights in your bedroom though. It follows much of the same style the rest of your apartment does. Your bed frame is made out of black wood and the sheets and pillowcases that adorned it are eggshell white. You have no qualms about the style since Nancy really knew what she wanted when she found the place. 

The buttons on your shirt easily come undone as you walk into your bathroom. You toss all your clothes into the hamper before turning on the shower. The ice cold water catches your hand so you quickly try to remove it before getting hit by the painful chill. Letting the shower warm up, you move over to your sink and take your contacts out. Click. Click. The front door. Nancy must be here.

You quickly throw the lenses into a small trash can and scamper into the shower. Luckily the water is nice and warm now so you aren’t entering a cold shower. Closing the glass door behind you, you splash some water onto the two glass walls of the shower to make it seem like you’ve been in there for a bit.

Soon enough the door to the bathroom creaks open, but you pretend not to hear it. With some shampoo in your hands, you lather your head thoroughly. You begin to pick up what sounds like different articles of clothing quietly hitting the floor. Some heavier than others signaling that Nancy is trying to be quiet and sneak up on you.

You decide to play along and have some fun with it. Keeping your back turned to her, you continue to wash yourself. A sudden rush of cold air enters the almost sauna-like shower.

Wasting no time, a pair of hands reach around and caress your chest before working their way down the front of your body. A soft hum comes from your closed mouth and they reach your hardening cock. One hand slowly begins to pump as the other one massages your balls.

Your eyes flutter closed as the hand that was gliding up and down your shaft begins to fist the head of your cock.

“Fuck that feels so good…” you let out breathily as you slowly begin to hump into her hand.

“Mmmm now I see why Nancy wanted you to move in with her so badly.” A voice different from your girlfriend says in a sensual tone.

Your eyes snap open and you spin around to see Ahin completely naked standing in the shower with you. The blonde woman stands there with lustful eyes as she scans you up and down, like an animal examining its prey.

You take a step back out of the water and retreat under the showerhead. Ahin doesn’t flinch to walk into the warm water and let it cascade over her body. Streams flow between her soft mounds then down her tight stomach, before they finally reach her thighs. Not a single drop goes down her body and hits the drain without you staring at it. It’s just water after all.

“I know Nancy wanted it to be a surprise tomorrow, but I just couldn’t wait any longer. Teasing you the last few days has been way too much fun, and I know you can’t take your eyes off me.”

“N-nancy wanted it to be a surprise tomorrow? W-what does that mean?” you stutter out while this goddess of a woman pulls her wet hair back so none of it is in her face.

“Nancy wanted to give you a really nice birthday present,” Ahin says as she steps forward out of the water and places her hands on the tiled wall behind your head, “and asked if I could help her give it to you. But I really couldn’t help myself after seeing your little note.”

Ahin reaches down and wraps her hands around your cock. Her hands corkscrew in opposite directions as they glide up and down the length of your rock hard shaft. Your head lurches back against the tiled wall, closing your eyes from the pleasure of her soft hands..

Wasting no time,Ahin latches onto your exposed neck and begins kissing upwards along your jawline. “So if you’re willing… to keep a secret… till tomorrow… you and I… can have a little fun… before Nancy gets back…” Ahin says in between each of her kisses.

In a flash Ahin is on her knees in front of you. She releases your cock and takes her boobs before she sandwiches your cock between them. Nancy has done this for you many times before, but there was something different about the way Ahin felt. Maybe the pressure, the movement, it may just be doing it in the shower that made the difference. Whatever the reason, it feels immaculate.

“Jesus Christ,” you hiss out.

“You like that oppa? You’ve been staring at them all week so I thought you’d enjoy this.”

Unable to fully respond, your groans are enough to let her know you want her to continue. Regaining enough composure, you look down at Ahin. She stares right at you, studying the slightest movements in your body while taking mental notes of what you seem to be fond of. A big grin appears on her face right before she quickens her pace causing your face to contort in pleasure.

With all of your blood rushing out of your head and the heat that is sitting inside of the shower, you lose all inhibition against the bombshell throwing herself at you. You reach down and grab Ahin’s wrists, bringing her back onto her feet. You pull them above your head to spin her around, then you pull them back down, locking them behind her back. Her ragged breath fogs up the glass while her tits press up against the cold glass shower wall.

"That’s it oppa. Fuck me like I know you want to," Ahin says in a lurid tone as she sticks her ass out to sandwich your cock in between her plump ass and your stomach. You let go of her wrists and bring your hands around to cup her breasts.

She lets out a pained whine when you squeeze her soft tits. 

“If we do this, we have to tell Nancy as soon as she gets back,” you grunt out as Ahin grinds her ass up against you.

“I have a better idea.” Ahin smirks as she pulls away from you and reaches out of the shower door and grabs her phone. She opens up her camera then grabs your hand and puts it on her supple breast. 

“Well come on! Get in frame,” she says looking back at you. Maybe you shouldn’t send something like this to your girlfriend. “Trust me Nancy will love this.” 

Still unsure about how this might play out you can tell that Ahin won’t let this go. You reposition yourself so you can see your face in the picture. Ahin poses seductively with one hand wrapped around your dick and another hand stroking the opposite tit to the one you’re grabbing. Giving a smirk and wink to the camera she snaps the picture.

Ahin takes her hand off your dick and begins to fiddle with her phone. A few seconds later she reaches back out of the shower door and places it on the sink counter. “There that should get her home faster,” she says as she turns back to you.

Without hesitation, Ahin throws her arms around your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. At this point you’ve given up on resisting her advances and wrap your arms around her waist to pull her deeper into your lip’s embrace. The faint taste of cherries passes across your tongue as you work her lips open and invade her mouth. Ahin moans as your hands find purchase on her plump ass to pull her up on her tiptoes.

“God, I need you to stick this in me right fucking now.” She moans as turns around and places her hands on the glass wall.

“No. I want to do it over here.” You pull her through the water so you're both under its warm current. Ahin lets out a little yelp but it turns into a giggle as she realizes what you are doing. She then places her hands along the tiled wall and arches her back so her ass sticks out for you.

“Now fill me up oppa,” she says, looking back over her shoulder.

You line up with her folds as the water rushes down her back and over her ass. Wanting to tease her a bit, you slowly push the head of your cock into her, causing a long moan to escape her mouth. Inch by inch, you sink into her warm velvety cavern as Ahin tries to push back against you to speed up the process. However, you hold her hips in place and continue until you hilt inside her. Ahin lets out a satisfied moan when your thick cock fills her. You hold her there a moment, enjoying the feeling of her walls stretching around your length.

Pulling your hips back till your head is the only part that remains inside her, you snap your hips forward. Your pelvis and her ass clap loudly at your force, splashing water as you relentlessly thrust. A yelp escapes Ahin’s lips, invigorating you even more. You build a steady rhythm as you continue to make Ahin moan. Her warm walls feel tighter than Nancy’s, clinging to your cock in an almost desperate manner. 

You lean over Ahin’s back and kiss the back of her neck as you continue to thrust into her. Her big beautiful breasts swing back and forth putting you in a trance. You swear you could hear them calling out to you, begging you to grab them and fill your hands with her smooth tits.

As you grasp each one in your hands you begin to knead them, making Ahin sigh in bliss. Wanting to earn even more a reaction out of her, you pinch her stiff nipples with your index and thumb and pull on them lightly. Your reward is given quickly when Ahin’s legs quiver at the pleasure mounting from your fingers and your pistoning shaft. She takes one hand off the wall and circles, clit with it.

“Oh SHIT! Just like that… don’t stop… please don’t stop,” Ahin chants as she is pushed closer and closer to the edge.

Not needing to be told twice, you double your efforts and place one hand on her shoulder and return the other to her hip giving yourself better leverage. Long and hard strokes into her tight cavern aim for the same sensitive spot every time. Each thrust causes Ahin’s body to lunge forward slightly, moving her up onto her tiptoes. 

Suddenly, Ahin lets out a loud moan as her walls begin to clamp down around your cock. You feel your balls begin to tighten while the muscles in your groin begin to burn. Her orgasm doesn’t stop you from thrusting with all your might and your own climax soon follows. You pull out of Ahin and stroke yourself as you aim your dick at her back. Long streaks of white arc across her back and ass when you are sent over the edge.

Breathing heavily, Ahin turns around and leans against the wall as you place a hand beside her head to steady yourself as you try to gain some composure back. 

“Holy shit Ahin. That felt amazing.” you pant. Her hazel eyes pierce yours, your vision returning from a blur.

Ahin smirks and begins to move in for a kiss but stops just short of your lips, tilting her head to look over your shoulder with a sly smile.

“Finally decided to join us Nancy?” Ahin says in a joking manner.

You spin around to see your girlfriend standing there with an annoyed look on her face. Her arms are crossed, lifting her chest up, as her foot taps the ground snappily. Before you can say anything Nancy cuts in.

“Really Ahin! I told you to just hold it in till tomorrow and you’d get to have all the fun you wanted with us. But noooooooo I guess you couldn’t silence that inner slut of yours for just one more night.”

You and Ahin stand there in stunned silence looking at Nancy as her eyes dart between the two of you. You look back at Ahin with a look that says “I thought you said this was okay!” This deafening quietness is broken by Nancy once again.

“Alright fine. He can just have it tonight… But you owe me a round before you get both of us,” Nancy says as she pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it to the floor and turns to walk out.

Ahin tries to hold in a giggle.

“Well come on oppa! I know you’ve got way more stamina than that!” Nancy calls out from inside your bedroom.

You're stuck in place, with the water still running down your back, baffled at what you just heard.

“See oppa~ I told you she would like the text,” Ahin whispers before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and scooting around you to exit the shower. She grabs a dry towel off the rack and pats herself down before following Nancy into the bedroom.

Still trying to comprehend what just transpired, you still can’t move as all of your mental capacity is being diverted to understanding the situation you’re in. Your girlfriend asked her best friend to come over and stay with you until your birthday so she could surprise you with a threesome. Not only that, but she also told Ahin to tease you regularly, wanting you riled up for what was coming. Then, it hits you. There are two unbelievably attractive women waiting for you in your bedroom.

You cut the shower off and almost slip with how quickly you step out of the shower. Steadying yourself on the towel rack you grab a dry towel and run it across your body quickly before running through the doorway into your bedroom.

Both women lie on their sides and face one another, exposed fully for you on the bed. Their round plump asses stick out at you and reveal just how wet each of them are. Ahin has her hand on Nancy’s thigh caressing it up and down as the two of them look at you with eyes full of want and desire.

“Come on now. Don’t keep her waiting any longer,” Ahin giggles as you step towards your girlfriend.

As you put a knee on the bed and begin to lean over Nancy, she places a hand on your chest and looks you in the eyes.

“Uh uh. Lay down, you got to have your fun with Ahin and now I want to have my fun with you,” Nancy says pushing you back.

Something primal must've washed over her. When you lay back to let Nancy have control, she crawls over you and looks at you as something she needs to mark as her own. Watching you and Ahin for that brief moment in the shower made her desire grow further. 

Her thick thighs press against your legs when she straddles you. Nancy leans, down placing her hands beside your head. You watch her hair fall along the sides of her face as she moves in closer. Her breath is brief on your face before her soft lips make contact with yours. You instinctively push your head off the bed to deepen the kiss, while your hands find their way to the small of her back pulling her into you. 

Nancy quickly counters your movements in an attempt to maintain control by pushing her tongue into your mouth. The two muscles wrestle with one another, battling for dominance. Your hands slide down Nancy’s back till they reach her round, firm ass. You give it a solid squeeze once they make it there, earning a muffled moan from your girlfriend.

Sensing she is losing control, she pulls away from your kiss and gazes intently into your eyes while breathing heavily. She then sits upright on your lap and maneuvers one of her hands behind her and in between your leg grabbing your hard cock. 

Still slick with Ahin’s juices, your dick slides into Nancy’s tight pussy with ease as her muscles grip it firmly. You both let out moans and groans while she sinks down onto your cock letting it fill her up. You start to move your legs up so you can plant your feet into the mattress, but you’re stopped when Nancy takes your hands off of her ass and pins them above your head.

“Oh no no, you need to be punished for starting without me. It was supposed to be a surprise for tomorrow,” she says looking back at Ahin who is intently watching the two of you but then averts her gaze when Nancy leers at her, “but since that was spoiled I want to have some fun before you get to have yours.”

All you can do is nod at her request. Nancy then moves her hands to your chest as she raises up onto her feet to squat while making sure to keep your dick inside her.

“Don’t move those hands until I say so. Got it oppa,” Nancy says in an authoritative manner.

“Yes, Nancy.”

Nancy then picks her ass up off of you before slamming it back down, spearing your dick deep into her wet walls. A long moan followed by some quick breaths escape Nancy’s lips before she begins the process again. A steady bouncing rhythm starts to form as her tits bounce up and down with her movements. Your eyes dart from the contorted face of your girlfriend to her boobs to your glistening cock appearing and disappearing into the soaked cavern it so desires to be in.

All of Nancy’s focus seems to be on her maintaining her ability to continue bouncing on your cock, so when Ahin sneaks beside you she doesn't seem to notice or care. Ahin crawls behind your head and looks down at you smiling devilishly. She hangs one of her large boobs only an inch or so away from your mouth. Her head is over your chest looking down at you, while you struggle to maintain the promise of not moving for Nancy.

“Go on oppa. As long as you don’t move your hands until Nancy says, you can do whatever you want with them.”

You look back to Nancy whose head is completely arched back. She has returned to her previous position and now straddles you with her meaty thighs and continues to bounce herself on your dick. You quickly dart your head up and capture Ahin’s large, round breast in your mouth. Ahin obviously needed some sort of stimulation because as soon as you latched onto her nipple and your tongue began making erratic movements over it, she let out a pleasurable sigh.

“Mmmm that’s a good boy,” Ahin muses as you eagerly devour her sweet tasting skin.

You can hardly contain yourself from sitting still any longer and decide to help both women out. Planting your feet into the mattress you begin to thrust upwards into Nancy with reckless abandon. If Nancy can’t get a word out then she couldn’t scold you for moving when she told you not to. Nancy’s moans rise another octave as you relentlessly pound into her. You can tell she is getting extremely close to climaxing when her walls start to throb around your dick.

Before Ahin has a chance to say anything either, you wrap your arms around her, pulling her soft globes deeper onto your face. Not expecting it, Ahin is forced prone with her boobs squished against you, almost suffocating you. You wiggle your face into her cleavage where you kiss and lick at whatever skin your mouth can reach.

“So this is what you were warning me about Nancy?” Ahin asks giggling.

Nancy is now matching the timing of your thrusts with her own as her legs tighten around your waist. Her breathing has become so rapid and shallow you're surprised she isn't passing out.

"Cumming," airlessly exhales Nancy through gritted teeth.

She spreads her legs wide as they begin quivering. You slow your pace as you let the wave of gasps wash over you while Nancy's body is gyrating out. You try to keep your mind focused on not cumming yourself.

Nancy takes a moment to collect herself before lifting up off of your cock, which slaps wetly against your stomach as it exits Nancy. Ahin quickly lunges forward and takes it into her mouth, slurping hungrily at your cock covered with Nancy’s fresh juices.

“Fuuuuuucckkk,” is all you can manage to let out as she deepthroats your cock. Your hands run through your own hair as you continue to stave off the urge to cum again so quickly. Ahin’s tongue glides over every inch of your cock, wanting to taste as much of Nancy as she can. 

Breathing heavily, Nancy lays on her side beside you looking at you and your pained expression.

“You better be saving that load for me. If Ahin gets two before I get my first I may just completely drain you out tonight.”

The dirty talk Nancy adds on top of Ahin’s glorious mouth working on your cock does not make it any easier. Luckily for you, your girlfriend sees how hard you are trying to hold off and gives Ahin a firm slap on her ass.

“That’s enough you little slut. Give him a break.”

Ahin lets your dick out of her mouth with a little pop. “Aw, but hearing his moans was so much fun.”

“I think it’s time we let him have his fun with us,” Nancy says to her friend as she gets on her knees next to you, “Get off of him so he can stand up.” 

Nancy jokingly pushes Ahin off of you, sending her rolling on her side snickering.

“Alright oppa, go ahead and stand up at the foot of the bed.” Nancy says as she looks down at you.

You sit up and scootch your way to the edge of the bed before standing up and turning back around to face the women. They both look lustfully at your cast-iron cock standing proud covered in a mixture of Ahin’s saliva and Nancy’s juices while dripping with pre-cum. Without saying a word to one another, you watch as the two gorgeous women position themselves for you.

Ahin lays on her back with her feet over the edge of the bed, while Nancy crawls on top of her, straddling her waist and sticking her plump ass out at you. Nancy shakes her ass inviting you to join them. You approach the two of them and drop to one knee before affixing your face into Ahin’s wet folds and sticking your tongue out. Ahin lets a breathy moan out as you run your tongue upwards through her folds and then in one motion do the same to Nancy’s coaxing a similar moan from her. 

The two distinct tastes linger on your tongue as you raise back up and position your cock at Ahin’s pussy lips. With one thrust you hilt into Ahin making the girl’s head snap back against the bed when you hit her g-spot directly. A guttural moan rips out of her vocal cords as you begin to hammer away at her soaking pussy.

“Looks like he chose me first,” Ahin says between heavy breaths and moans, taunting Nancy.

“He just wants to make sure he finishes in me,” Nancy quickly snaps back.

Being so close already, you can’t stay inside of Ahin’s tight walls for very long. As you continue to thrust into Ahin you lean over Nancy’s back and whisper into her ear.

“The faster you make her cum, the faster I get to cum in you.” 

Nancy gets a sly smirk on her face before sliding her hand down Ahin’s tight stomach. As soon as she reaches her clit, Ahin looks at Nancy with wanton eyes when she nods her head and bites her bottom lip. You feel Nancy’s hand working on Ahin as you continue to bottom out into her with long, hard thrusts. Soon enough, Ahin’s velvet walls constrict around your cock as you struggle to thrust in and out. You watch her legs shake as she hits another climax tonight, this one seeming to hit her harder than the one in the shower had.

Slowing your pace, you let her orgasm ride itself out before you pull out of Ahin and immediately thrust into Nancy.

“Don’t hold back baby. Fucking tear that pussy up.”

Your hips take off in a bestial lust as you fuck your girlfriend. You place both of your hands on Nancy’s ass and spread it apart as you piston in and out of her. Her moans are like music to your ears. Mixed with the sounds of Ahin’s still heavy breathing, you can hardly contain yourself any longer.

You wrap your arms around her torso, pressing into her back. She turns her head and arches her neck back just enough for you to capture her lips and push your tongue in. Looking up at this hot scene, Ahin wants to get in on the action and latches onto one of Nancy’s perfect, round orbs.

Almost as soon as you release Nancy’s lips, your girlfriend pulls Ahin off of her tit and pushes her tongue into Ahin’s mouth. Ahin happily accepts it with a smile and continues to play with her friend’s boobs. 

Smirking, you unravel your arms from around Nancy and bring them to Ahin’s tits. They are jiggling slightly from the rocking your thrusts into Nancy’s tight cunt. You start by pinching her nipples and attain a second muffled moaning girl underneath you. Ahin’s face scrunches as both her and Nancy let out pleasured whines in between the breaths they take.

The slick walls of your girlfriend's pussy along with both girls’ muffled moans are enough to finally spell your end.

“I’m about to cum.” You say thrusting more erratically.

Nancy quickly pulls away from Ahin and looks back over her shoulder at you.

“Give it to me baby. Fill me up. I need it.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before you’re buried as deep in as you can, and you tremble as your cock throbs, releasing a monumental load of sperm into Nancy. You put your face close to Nancy's and let out a breathy moan as she does likewise.

You stay intertwined with increasingly soft pulses coming from your sensitive dick. Eventually you pull out, all three of you collapsing on the bed.

Ahin and Nancy take their place beside you after you crawl to the middle of the bed. You lay an arm out for each of them and they both cuddle up to you as you pull them in close. 

“How was it oppa?” Nancy asks looking up at you.

“If this is what I get on the day before my birthday, I can’t wait to see what I get tomorrow.”

A/N - Hey everyone~ I’m finally back with a new piece! I hope you all have been well and enjoyed this oneshot that I started wayyyyy back in August before my account was all sorts of fucked up. I’m happy to say I’m back now and will hopefully be able to spend more time with you guys this upcoming semester. I want to give a huge shout out to @worldsover​ and @nsfwflint​ who really went ham when editing and fixed a LOT of my poor writing after being gone for so long. Like always feel free to leave any suggestions/thoughts/comments either below this post or in asks if you’d rather stay an anon. Thanks for reading and stay happy and healthy!

[studythenight-away]

Hello! As finals season (aka 5-research-papers-due-in-a-week season) dawns on many of you, I thought I would share the process I used to write papers in college. This made writing long research papers much less daunting (but can also work on shorter papers). I really hope this helps some of you who feel stuck. Especially during these ridiculous times, when you're stuck at home and might have other uncontrollable factors affecting your mental health, a clear framework of what to do could be helpful. Good luck, my friends! You got this.

About me

I graduated college in 2018 with degrees in Political Science + International Studies and will be starting law school this fall. I wrote nearly 20 15 to 25-page papers, never earning below an A. I loved researching about my topics but hated writing. It's tedious, takes so much time, and everything I write sounds bad at first. Plus, I was a terrible procrastinator so most of these essays were written in under a week. Talk about stress.

Over time I found a process that worked for me, one that made churning out a paper seem straightforward, like going through a factory line rather than this terrifying concept of writing 10,000 words. It kept me sane without decreasing the quality of my work (or more importantly, how much I learned!) 

I'm thinking about making a short video to show this in action… let me know if that could be helpful!

Step 1: Research

How you organize your research is a key step in keeping you sane. Usually I'll have a pile of 20 books in my dorm along with dozens of JSTOR tabs open on my laptop, and that can get overwhelming very fast. Right now just focus on collecting ideas, not developing an argument or even an outline! As with most research papers, you could be starting with little to no background information on the topic, so it is still too early to be thinking about an argument.

Put all your research in one document

Open up a new doc: this will be the heart of everything. For a 15-page paper I usually end up with around 14-18 pages of typed research, 10 pt font, single spaced, tiny margins. This seems like a lot, but essentially all I do is type up anything I read that seems relevant to my topic, so luckily this step does not require that much brain power. Just type type type!

Use the table of contents

Find the chapter(s) that are actually relevant instead of skimming through the whole book. Time is of the essence here!

Use Zotero, cite right away

You can also use easybib or whatever you're used to, but keep track of your sources. I like Zotero because I can keep a log of all of my sources and copy the footnote or bibliography version whenever needed. Before you even begin reading, cite the source and copy it into your research doc. This will save you so much time later when you have to put in your citations in the actual paper. 

Here is an example of what my research doc looks like:

Full citation is my heading for each source just so it’s crystal clear

I ignore all typos (I don’t think there are any in this part though, go me!) because my head is buried in the book just trying to get all the info down

I always start with the page number so I know what to cite when I go back

Create a shorthand 

While typing up research, you might think of something that the author didn't talk about that you'll want to write in your paper. Or perhaps a few sentences already start to form. Put them all in one place, with your research, so you know what source you'll have to cite to then lead into your idea. I type "!@#" before anything that is strictly my own idea so I'm never confused. It's fast and stands out.

This is an example: the two bullet points above are evidence from my source, which made me think of this argument I could make, which I noted with “!@#”

Step 2: Read Your Research

Now that you have all your information, go back and read through it all. Every time you read about a new theme/person/event, write it down somewhere. You may come up with a list of 20+ different ideas in your research. No matter how small, as long as there is something about it, write it down. Each of these mini themes is going to end up being a paragraph in your paper or combined with another mini theme. 

Once you’ve made your list, look for larger overarching themes. In the paper I’ve shown you, I had mini categories like “political party x” “religion” “labor groups” “little organization” and “hierarchy.” When I looked back I though, hey these are all groups and how groups are working together, so they each became their own mini paragraph under the subsection of “Alliances.”

As with most research paper structures, I try to find three general themes/subsections (like an extended version of that 5-paragraph essay we wrote in middle school). It makes the paper less messy and also makes sure I’m not covering things that are beyond a reasonable scope.

During this step, you are also searching for your thesis. It won’t be your final version. As you fill in your outline in the next step you may make slight changes. But this is definitely when you start thinking about it.

Step 3: Outline

We’re ready to outline! Once I’ve collected all my different themes and organized all my subsections and paragraphs, it’s time to fill in that outline. I start a new doc just for the outline and take advantage of google doc’s headings function to make a clear document outline.

Here comes the fun part, I read through my research one more time, this time copy and pasting all my research into each section of the outline. The document outline in google docs makes this easy because I can just click on each subheading to get me there (super helpful when you’re dealing with 15+ pages of research).

Here is what it looks like:

Let’s say I need to add something to my outline about labor groups. Boom, labor groups. Also, the typos are really abound here haha

Step 4: Write the Paper

Okay, I get it, easier said than done. BUT! You already have everything set up. Your outline is essentially just a list of your paragraphs and all you have to do is paraphrase, cite, and create a topic sentence. And that’s how you should think about this: you’re essentially transforming bullet points into sentences and adding footnotes. 

In high school my English teacher introduced us to Sh*tty First Drafts for creative writing, but honestly the same applies to research papers. Sometimes I’ll even have phrases like “wait no that’s not what I meant but basically...” and when I go back to edit, I realize that what came after “but basically...” is fine! And I keep it. So just start typing.

How do you cite while you write? Because we’re trying to get a constant stream of writing going, inserting proper footnotes after each sentence you type is too bothersome. I usually split screen with my outline and my paper so I just copy and paste a few words from my bullet point into my footnote, like so:

(This is from a different paper about cluster munitions.)

Step 5: Edit the Paper

I work best when I print out my first draft and make all edits in red pen. I feel more productive and can visually see where I want to move sentences and what I need to change. The more red there is the better I can feel the paper getting. (Whether or not that’s true doesn’t matter. We’re trying to stay motivated here!) When it’s all digital I don’t really see the progress. Plus, once I finish all the red, I get another moment of passive brain work, where all I’m doing is transferring edits rather than thinking. And at this point in the process, that kind of relief is much welcomed. 

The good thing about this process is there’s not usually a need to cut entire paragraphs or pages because the paper you end up with is just a formalized version of your outline. Because you started with such a detailed outline, the cutting and editing now is just to refine your word choices and get rid of the “but basically”s. You’re almost there!

Step 6: Replace your citations

Now it’s time to go back and replace your footnotes with actual citations. Zotero makes this easy because in Word you can just insert and add the page number, and it’ll automatically do “Ibid.” for you when needed. Ctrl+f in the original research doc to quickly find the source.

Step 7: One More Read-Through and Submit!

Congratulations!! You’ve got a fully-researched and well-backed paper! Of course, even though the process is straightforward, it’s still a lot of work. In ideal situations I would start researching two weeks before the deadline, but if need be, I believe I’ve done this all in three miserable panic-filled days as well. 

Please message me if you have any questions at all! I really hope some of you find this helpful! Good luck!

[slothspaghettiwrites]

17. Touch Too Much

Touch Too Much - Sleepless In Stark Towers

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: 5+1 trope, Tony uses JARVIS like a diary, Smut, photo booth, Anxiety, Sugar Daddy Tony Stark, Comic Book Science, Body Image, bdsm undertones, Stream of Consciousness, I've decided DC comics is a pop culture refrence tony would make, Paparazzi, Anxiety Crying, Charity Event, iron man references made, hinting at subspace, Confessions, sleepless idiots in love

Relationships: Tony Stark x Plus Size!Reader/OFC

Word Count: 7510

Summary: Tony runs through the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving with JARVIS.

A/N: This was just an excuse from me to write the 5+1 trope tbh... but also like strong sugar daddy!tony vibes here  

<< 16. The Corruptor  |  18. Thanksgiving >>

"JARVIS, create a partition in my super secret private server. Name it 'Touch Too Much' for me,"

"Of course Sir, what category do you want to go under?"

"My girl," I smiled to myself, thinking back to the last few weeks. “Okay, let’s review attempt one.” 

1. TECHNOLOGY

After the blow up with Pepper and May, you hid in the emergency stairs for probably three hours. The call with Cali was in an hour and I was about ready to just cancel it. But then again that would probably play into Pepper's hand or she would make it sound like it did. I noticed you had walked all the way up to the living area floor. You were just sitting on the landing with your back against the wall. 

For the first hour, I let you be, in a sense. Obviously, Jay was monitoring you. Though I didn't think you'd hurt yourself, I didn't want to take any chances. 

During your second hour of self isolation in the stairs, I patched through and asked if you needed anything or wanted anything. For a while, you just stared, with your knee as close to your chest as you could get them. I wondered if you heard me at all. This level of anxiety was something I dealt with before, but I never felt this need to intervene before. 

Bruce had his own personal coping mechanisms, the assassins had each other, the super soldiers the same. Peter cried and just needed to be hugged and allowed to work things through. He was the most involved, but the kid was 17 and saving the world on occasion. He was doing a great job. 

I had never felt such a strong urge to comfort and protect. I felt that fraternal comradery that came with being forced to work with others for a long period of time. I felt the paternal need to care for Peter. But this urge that I felt for you was completely foreign to me. 

"I didn't get to finish my lunch," you mumbled. I almost didn't even catch it, barely spoken above a whisper. "I'm sorry."

"What happened?"

"Some rando sat right next to me during class and kept staring at me," you huffed. 

"Did you not have time to eat before your art class?"

"The call with Miss Potts turned me off the peanut butter crackers."

Fair enough. Not exactly a call I enjoyed either. Still, you weren’t ready to come out yet. So another hour went by. I left Bruce and Rhodey in the lab and walked up the five flights to where you were. 

I sat down and crossed my ankles. Despite how much I wanted to wrap my arms around you I knew I should let you come to me. Which you did almost instantly. Your head landed on my shoulder. The plastic of your glasses dug into my skin but I didn’t care. I laid my hand palm up on my thigh so you could take it when you were ready. Again it was almost instant. 

“M’sorry,” you sniffled.

“Don’t be Sweetheart,” I kissed the top of your head. “I just want you to be happy.”

We sat in silence for a while longer, JARVIS alerted me that the Cali call was in 10 minutes and I felt you sigh. Fully bodied, your chest rising and shoulders being pulled back before slumping forwards in the out breath. 

“Have your call, I’ll make food for us, Daddy.”

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Underoos - Don’t let Aunt May keep your love from conquering all. 

Underoos - also don’t tell her MJ stayed over at halloween pls. 

Underoos - she's on a rampage

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I stared at Peter’s messages, the voices on the conference call muddling into one monotone sound that could put anyone to sleep. When you entered with two plates, I muted my end of the call. A steaming hot dish of stir fried veg and noodles was set in front of me. 

“Thanks Babygirl,” I smiled

We ate in silence, I’d occasionally have to make a comment on the call, but really it wasn’t that important. Things I already knew were being repeated incessantly and everyone else was just eating it up. Finally when it ended, Pep only stayed on long enough to remind me that there was a board meeting tomorrow at noon.

“She sounds like she is still upset,” you stabbed particularly hard into a pepper slice. 

“Pep will get over it,” I forked the last vegetable into my mouth. “Can I see your glasses?”

You handed them over without question. So good at following instructions. I unscrewed the legs from the frames and replaced them with Anti-Pap Privacy ones I’d wiped up. Patriot Pants and Buckethead had these as well, but their’s weren’t as smart as these ones, seeing as your’s were for actual sight and not Clark Kent-ing around the city.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Giving you the gift of privacy,” I grinned and handed back your glasses. 

“How so?”

You looked at the frame, feeling the new legs, before setting them on your face. 

"They feel the same," you took a big bite of noodles.

I hummed in agreement and took out my phone. Just as your lips closed around the fork I snapped the picture. 

"Daddy, no, I'm trying to eat," you slapped your hand in front of your mouth. "Not cool dude."

"I would say it's very cool," I showed you the photo.

Similar to Halloween, the image was distorted, a flare created over your face by the shutter closing in the camera. You couldn't even tell what was on the plate in front of you.

"Okay," you swallowed. "That's kinda cool, but how are we gonna take pictures together? It was on your list."

"Easy," I smiled, moving to stand next to you. "When you adjust the lenses," I took your hand and moved your finger to the right leg of the frame, "just slide your finger here and it disables the flare function."

"Does it turn back on by itself or do I have to re-enable it?"

"Automatically turns back on after it catches a shutter from a camera or 60 seconds, but you can disable it for longer by double tapping the bar."

"Can we test it out?" 

The innocent, shy way you asked me to take a simple selfie with you pooled all the blood in my body right into my second brain. I don't how the fuck you could keep sounding so sweet, but you did and I wanted to hear you say all sort of dirty things in that voice. 

"I've got a better idea."

I marched us to the elevator and took us to the sub basement. Okay, maybe that was a bit creepy, just taking you into my proverbial basement like a murder. This was still going to be a good idea. 

The doors opened and the security lights turned on. Okay, the murder vibe was definitely not dissapating. But you seemed relaxed, absolutely trusting that whatever I was taking us down here to do would be great. The second brain in my pants was running circles around my actual brain trying to take control. 

"You just… have one of these?" You asked. 

"They come in handy for work events and fun charity galas."

I plugged in the booth and you pulled back the curtain. The screen and neon lights illuminated the basement. I slid in next to you on the cushioned bench before pulling the curtain closed. 

"All right, show me how to turn off the flare."

"Yes, Daddy," you smiled and double tapped the frame. 

"Good girl," I smirked.

The display started the countdown, our blurry image appeared just below the camera. I threw my arm around your shoulder. A canned capture sound went off and the first picture was taken. No flare appeared and another countdown came up.

I kissed your cheek and felt you giggle. Capture. Your hand grabbed my thigh and I tilted your chin so you were looking at me. Capture. I kissed you, pulling you closer to me, feeling your soft warm body mold to mine like it was meant to be there. Capture. 

Okay, my second brain was getting tired of the cutesy, PG photos. And so was yours. Your mouth opened and I took the opportunity that came with that. My tongue darted into yours. I wanted to pull all of those sinful sounds out of you again.

I maneuvered you into my lap. Your glorious ass pressed right against my throbbing cock. My lips found the exposed skin on your neck while my hands circled your waist, under your shirt. Capture. 

"Daddy."

"Stay still Babygirl," I started opening up your button down, the flannel fabric falling to the side to reveal a lace bralette. Capture.

Your head was thrown back onto my shoulder, heavy breaths fanning across my neck as I let my hands work their magic. Capture.

"God, you feel so good, Honey. Soft and warm. Are you gonna be good for me? Gonna be a good girl for Daddy?"

"Yes," you whimpered, pressing a bit harder into my crotch. "Wanna be good Daddy, please."

Capture.

"Take off your pants Baby."

As your pants came off, I opened mine up. God your ass was perfection. I wanted to sink my teeth into it. I tugged you back on to my lap, draping both of your legs over mine, exposing you to the camera. Even with the low quality screen I could see how wet you were. Capture.

"What's your color, Babygirl?" I ran my hands over your bare thighs, squeezing, letting you adjust to this.

"Green," you whined. "Please so green, need you to touch me." Capture.

I ground my cock between your sopping wet folds, letting out a deep groan. Fuck. The bralette needed to go. I needed to feel all of you under my hands. I pulled the fabric down, releasing one of your breasts. Capture.

"Inside me, please Daddy, need you to fuck me," you whined, grabbing my hand over your breast, pressing harder.

"God, sound so pretty when you beg for me cock. Tell me how bad you want it, Sweetheart." Capture.

Fuck this was torture, I wanted it to never end though. My hips kept moving between us, teasing your hole and clit. Capture.

"Fuck Daddy, I want your cock inside me. Wanna feel you. Feel empty without you. Please I need to be f-"

I plunged my cock into you. Your choked moan completely washed over me. Capture. 

"Shit, that's it Baby, keep squeezing my dick like that. Fuck, so good for me Sweetheart," I pulled out slightly, moaning as your pussy tried to keep me buried inside you. "You hungry for Daddy's cock Baby? Don't wanna let me go." 

Capture.

"Feel so good, so green, needed this, need you Daddy, don't ever wanna stop, fuck there please, right there, make me feel so good Daddy, fill me up, please."

Jesus H. Christ. 

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“Sir, why is this classed as an attempt? It seemed successful to me.”

“Jay, it’s not a gift if she needed it.”

“Very well, then.”

“Attempt two…”

2. CLOTHES

Waking up next to you, your naked body pressed against mine, was hands down the best thing of the century. In first place for all time had to be you cumming on my dick. That was pure fucking ecstacy right to my nervous system and every fiber of my being. I was pretty sure if I could bottle that feeling up, world peace would be achieved in less than 24 hours then would collapse because everyone would become addicted junkies. Kinda like I was. 

But the second best feeling of all time was trying to run away from me. 

“Where’re you goin’ Baby?”

“I got an idea for somethin’, need to write it down,” you slurred, still half asleep.

Well I guess now was as good a time as any to wake up since you took the duvet with you. I watched your fuzzy, plush form wander towards the living room before I finally threw back the sheet and got up. As I walked into the closet, the lights faded up and JARVIS displayed the top news, my calendar, and important notifications on the vanity mirror. It was just after eight in the morning… at least we got more sleep than I thought we would. 

Tom Ford sang to me in the form of a wool, O’Conner fit, houndstooth suit. It’s getting cold enough now, houndstooth was definitely appropriate. I was half dressed, laying out my tie options and picking out pocket squares for the day when you wandered in to join me. There were two mugs of hot coffee in your hand. 

“Go with the left red one,” you murmured, sipping your coffee and leaning against the vanity. A sight I could get used to everyday.

“Can you pick out some cufflinks and a watch to go with?” 

On cue, the drawers lit up and extended out of the wall. I put away the unchosen tie and grabbed the matching pocket square. Shoes and an overcoat were selected next, before I finished getting dressed.

I walked over and wrapped my arms around you, peering over your shoulder. Your fingers ghosted over the watches, not actually touching anything. What were you scared of?

“Daddy, I,” you twisted to look at me. “I don’t know what to choose.”

"Normally with this suit I wear this watch," a Cartier with custom red accents, "and these cufflinks," a platinum set with minimal detail. 

"They look like screws."

"Yeah that's why I like them," I grinned. "Now get dressed, we can get breakfast before my meeting."

I was rinsing out my coffee mug when you announced that you were ready to go.

"Where's your jacket?"

"Indiana."

"JARVIS call the place, the one I had you look up last week, we'll be there in like 30 minutes."

So rather than going to get breakfast somewhere decent, I parked the Audi outside a private boutique next to the Garment District. Just like last night, there was no questioning me. You just rolled with it. A part of me didn't want to question it all, loved that you were so obedient on instinct. But the better part of me knew I should be checking in, asking you rather than telling you.

"If you were a bird, what bird would you be?"

"Phoenix, no question about it." I smirked at your silly question. "You game for a very quick shopping trip?"

There was a moment of hesitation, telling me you weren't as immediately trusting as you could be and that made me happy. You weren't just doing whatever I said to please me.

"Yeah," you gave me a stern nod.

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“I assume this falls under a need rather than a gift then Sir?”

“Yes, it was freezing outside and she only had a sweatshirt."

“Does the dress count as a gift or was the whole evening an attempt?”

“Let’s run through it again.”

3. EXPERIENCE

Babygirl 🌜 - is it Friday yet?

Me - no 😭

Me - but speaking of Friday. Cap and Bucket are doing a talk on art and life in the 40s. You wanna go?

Babygirl 🌜 - YYYYYAAAASSSSSSSSS

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Okay, so I probably should have prefaced that invitation with 'charity event at the Guggenheim', but it didn't honestly occur to me. They invited me months ago and any reason to support the arts was good in my book. They also had one of my Pollock's on display for an exhibit, so it would be nice to see it again. 

Also, I got to buy an outfit for you for the night, which really was reason enough to do anything at this point. After the positive experience buying the jacket, I felt pretty damn good about knowing what to get you. You wore your clothes like a suit of armour, shielding yourself from the view of others and the coat you picked out really showed that. The black cashmere jacket's simple, structured design had a straight cut that hid all your curves. Which I had mixed feelings about because on one hand I wanted to show you off and on the other hand I felt selfish and wanted to be the only one who saw your gorgeous body. Ultimately, I think you chose it because it was soft and had big pockets. 

You arrived at the tower in a flurry on motion, your backpack sticking out over the intense black of your coat. Peter was hot on your tail for some reason. 

"Hurry up, Petey, chop chop."

"Why can't we just go there first?"

"Not our basement, we gotta ask."

"Children," I greeted, rolling away from the operation table.

"Hey," you smiled and kissed my cheek. Oh that was a greeting I could get used to. "Can we use the photo booth?"

I looked over at Peter. He bounced on the spot, clearly excited. You obviously hadn't told him what we did in that booth because I think he would die before stepping foot in it if he knew. 

"Sure, Happy's picking us up at eight so we have plenty of time."

"Are you guys going to Mr. Roger's charity dinner?" Peter walked over to the table to look at the inside of the suit.

"It's not his dinner, he is just the guest of honor," I waved his hand away from a live wire. "It's like an arts benefit."

"Why is he the guest of honor then?" He picked up a screw driver.

"Don't touch," I grabbed the tool. "He and Man Bun are gonna talk about life in the 40s and art at the time while New York elitists ask dumb questions."

"That sounds boring."

"It will be fine, the food is always good, and I made sure our table only had good people at it."

If I had been paying more attention to you, I would have noticed the freaked out body language you were exhibiting. But Peter and I were absorbed in shop talk. It wasn't until Jay reminded me that it was time to get ready that we actually remembered why Peter came around initially. 

"Bye fam, we can photo booth it up another day. Aunt May will get mad if I miss larb night again. Text me," Peter hugged you on the couch.

You barely even mumbled a reply. I waved goodbye and cleared up my work before going over to you. Your jacket was carefully folded over the opposite arm of the couch. It made me smirk. 

"Hey Baby, you okay?"

"Do you really want me to go to that fancy dinner?"

Your voice was small and unsure. Your nose scrunched up a bit while you thought about something. I grabbed your hand and pulled you up from the couch.

"I don't even have nice clothes with me."

"That is where you are wrong," I smiled. 

I had to pat myself on my back. The dress was fucking phenomenonal on you and you couldn't stop smiling. The black velvet and tulle was appropriate for the evening and wasn’t too flashy for your taste. Sheer sleeves and scallop detail only enhanced your features. Maybe I could be a personal shopper if heroing didn’t work out?

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“You do still own Stark Industries, Sir.”

“True, true, back to why this classes as an attempt.”

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Happy pulled the Rolls forward, up to the front of the building. The nervous energy you radiated was almost suffocating. You fiddled with your hair, your phone, your glasses, anything that wasn’t affixed to you really. The valet and Happy switched positions and our door opened. I got out first, cameras began flashing and I held out my arm for you.

There was a moment I thought you wouldn't get out. But then a shaky hand latched onto the sleeve of my suit. If that wasn't one of the best damn family picture smiles I'd ever seen. I plastered my own practiced smirk on. You stepped out of the car and like the queen you fucking are, you walked up the steps into the museum like nothing on this earth could touch you. 

I was in awe. The smirk on my face became more and more real as you straight up ignored the reporters shouting for our attention. ARTGIRL, MR STARK, IRON MAN, ARTGIRL, MRS STARK.

Okay, so that last one almost had me doing a double take trying to find the reporter shouting.

Happy easily shooed away anyone who got too friendly with the ropes and tried to get closer. Your eyes never left the doors ahead. It really took all of my personal strength to not stop to fuck up there photos. It would be so easy to taunt them. 

But as I slowed down, you squeezed my arm, the chipped red nail polish from Halloween still hanging on and standing out against my black suit. Fine, we could stop another time and fuck up some scum of the earth’s work. 

Once through the doors and Happy had exchanged our invitation for three monogrammed programs. I watched the way your fingers traced over my initials on the heavy paper. You barely even noticed the super soldiers making their way towards us. 

“Queenie, glad you could make it.”

“You look great, Doll.”

“Thanks guys,” you smiled half heartedly, a blush rising to your cheeks. “Ya know, you could have mentioned that this was gonna be so… so fancy when I told you I was excited to see you guys.”

A waiter passed with a tray of champagne flutes. I grabbed two, handing one off to you without much thought. No one else seemed to have any thoughts about either until we sat down for the dinner and you still hadn’t taken a sip. 

I was an idiot.

As discreetly as I could, I swapped our glasses. I wasn’t even sure what I could order you. You drank coffee… and water? Maybe? Really, I only ever saw you drinking some form of coffee. How did I not know what to order you?

Steve and Bucky were easily pulled into a conversation with the other guests - some old money foggy and some tech start up woman - at the table, trying to get a sneak peek of what they would be discussing tonight. I wrapped my around the back of your chair, intent on asking you wanted to actually drink when the chair next to you was pulled out.

“Well if it isn’t my two favorite people.”

FUCK. FUCKING HAMMER. I really did just want to flip the table. I made sure this table was set up so it would be any easy night for Steve and Bucky. I definitely made fucking sure that fucking asshat wasn’t sat here. Sure I couldn’t demand they not invite him… well maybe I could have. I hadn’t really thought about it being a necessity until now. 

“Mr. Hammer,” you plastered on that polite family picture smile.

“Justin, please call me Justin.”

“No, thank you Mr. Hammer, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to get a drink at the bar.”

EFFORTLESS. SKILLFUL. BEAUTIFUL.

Christ if that didn’t give me a semi. Who was this girl? I’d never seen you so cold. Your hips swayed subtle as you wove through the crowd making your way to the bar. The smirk that played on my lips was absolutely the smuggest thing in this room, which was honestly saying something. 

“So Tony, how ya been buddy?” He turned his attention to me.

I let the venom I felt seep into my words, “Justin, don’t you have a table or escort to get back to?”

“Ha, no, my date is at the bar. I just saw you two and want to say hi,” he made a waving motion, a smug look on his face. Why was he so fucking smug? “You remember Christine from Vanity Fair right?”

Fuck. Fuck and shit. That know it all bitch.

I knocked my glass over on the table. 

“Oh would you look at that. Clumsy me. Let me go find someone to clean that up.”

God I hate that two bit sack of shit. He would bring that woman. God fucking damn it all to hell for fuck’s sake. Jesus there was no way that woman hadn’t cornered you at the bar already. She was a fucking viper.

“-drinking so much, we fell off the bed.”

Kill me. All Father, just smite me where I stand. This was creeping up my list of top 10 biggest fuck ups. 

The light, condensing way the journalist laughed made me feel like rolling my eyes into the back of my head and then all the way around again. While your face was a blank mask, your body language was very telling. You held a dark martini glass in one hand, death grip was probably a better description. Your phone was in your other hand, being gently tapped against your thigh. The line of tension set in your back looked about ready to snap.

“Ladies,” I smiled, taking up the spot next to you, my hand settling just above your low back.

“Tony, your new plaything is so insightful. Really knows her art,” Christine’s fake white teeth sparkled in the low light around the bar.

“Well I only date the best, Ms Everhart,” I smirked, cocking my head to the side ever so slightly.

“I was just telling her about our first meeting and-”

“And yet like some form of herpes you just keep coming back.”

I looked down at her over my sunglasses. Her smile faltered and the thrill of verbally beating someone made the smirk on my face transform into a smile. 

“Sweetheart, I do need to borrow you for just a moment.”

I didn’t even wait for you to respond, if you could at all. I wasn’t sure how much time you’d spent with that bitch, but even as we walked out of the event hall and started moving through the darkened museum the grip on your drink didn’t lessen. Our rapid clicking heels echoed as we marched around the circular ramp until we came up to the closed door of one of the galleries. The hand I had on your back didn’t move, I held you close to me while I used the lock picking function in my suit to pry open the door. I scanned the room, pickup the cameras and sensors. 

“Jay, disable the security in this room.”

I waited until that was done before I moved us to sit down on the hard leather bench in the center of the space. When I saw your glass shaking slightly, I took it from you and placed it on the floor. 

“I’m not some plaything... am I?”

“No, Babygirl,” I kissed your forehead. “You’re my sweet, pretty girl. I’m not gonna let you go for anything.”

“I’m sorry I-I-I-I” you gulped. “‘M not pretty like the others.”

Tears started to slip down your cheeks. The night was really not going well for us. This was supposed to be fun, you getting to see some art, eat some fancy food, and look all gorgeous for me. The horrible feeling of failure settled in my bones. It made me feel heavy and sticky. Your chipped fingernails dug into the bench. You were really trying to not cry. 

“Honey, you are so much more,” I wiped away the tears. “Smarter, funnier, and so so beautiful.”

“I don’t feel it right now,” you leaned into my hand, your body finally releasing the tension you’d been holding. “God at least I didn’t wear makeup.”

“Do you wanna go home?”

You made a weak noise, “no, I was excited to hear Steve and Bucky speak.”

“Why don’t we walk around here for a bit, then head down when their talk starts?”

“Yeah,” you sniffled, removing your shoes and standing up. 

I watched you walk around the room. You bent at the waist to read the cards next to the painting. Occasionally I saw you wipe away at your eyes again. You stood in front of a familiar Pollock. I snapped a picture of you. The gorgeous line of your back just barely visible in the dark image, your hair shined in the security lighting and shoes dangled from one hand. 

“Daddy,” your soft voice echoed around the cavernous space.

With your drink in hand, I heaved myself up to join you in front of my painting. You nudged my shoulder before tilting your head to the name card.

“You have any other secret masterpieces here? Do you own any of his wife’s paintings?” 

“I think I had Pep buy this at an auction when I was drunk,” you rolled your eyes at me, but smiled. A real smile, first one of the night. “I haven’t seen any of Lee’s paintings up for sale.”

“Can I have my coffee?”

“Is it just coffee?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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“Ah, I see, Sir, this is only an attempt because gifts do not cause stress.”

“Exactly, now attempt four… let’s be honest that was a more a gift for me.” 

4. CLOTHES, again

“All of my clothes are either here or in Indiana.”

“You have like three outfits here.”

“I don’t have any clean clothes then.”

“Don’t look at me like some Dickensian child. Just buy some more.”

“What?” 

“Buy a bunch of clothes and have them delivered here, that way you don't feel like you’re living out of a suitcase.”

And that was how I ended up having a sea of plastic packaging and paper return sheets in my living room while you did a fashion show for me. So yeah, really more a gift for me. No explanation needed. 

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“I’m assuming this final attempt is also classed as a need rather than a gift then.”

“Finally you are starting to get it, aren’t you supposed to be a super computer?”

“Very funny, Sir.”

5. LUGGAGE

I was making breakfast on Thursday morning. You were still working through an all-nighter to finish up some calculus extra credit project and I was determined to get some kind of nutritious meal in you before I had to leave for a meeting in DC. The more stressed you got about upcoming finals, the less fruit and vegetables you ate and the more coffee and peanut butter crackers you consumed. I was really hoping the week off for Thanksgiving would do you some good. You could just chill at the tower, do whatever you wanted. Sleep even maybe. 

The rhythmic tapping on your laptop suddenly stopped and you gasped. 

“What’s up?” I turned the heat off on the oatmeal.

“I’ve been summoned.”

“By what? The government?”

“The devil.”

So your parents expected you to be home for Thanksgiving and they wanted you to fly out on the Sunday red eye. What was with your parents and early flights? Also talk about late notice, did they not think you had plans with May and Peter? Which we did. As some kind of strange peace offering, May had invited me to your family Thanksgiving. I offered to have it here at the tower, but she insisted it be done the Parker way. 

But now you were on the phone at six am with a crying Peter, trying to calm him down and explain that everything would still be fine. You’d just have to virtually join him for Thanksgiving. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen that kid more attached to anyone, well maybe Ned and MJ. I had a feeling Pete would be spending the weekend with us after you hung up.

“So I guess he didn’t take that well?” I poured breakfast into our bowls and before tossing in any of the fresh fruit I had into your bowl. Fruit was healthy, had vitamins and stuff.

“He will be okay, better to tell him sooner rather than later. He basically said if I’m not here at Christmas, Spider-man would be kidnapping me,” you sighed heavily and came over to the kitchen.

“Do you wanna go home?”

“I’m home already, Daddy.”

I was late to DC. What can I say? It’s not like they were going to start the hearing without me anyway. You can’t say shit like that and expect me to not get all... emotional and aroused. I’m in my 40’s, not dead. Apparently your commitment to ‘us’ was a real turn on for me. 

It wasn’t until later - when the flight, endless hearings and meetings, and political bullshit ended at the doorstep of my house that I took the time to look at your messages. I’d rather not read your messages, than leave you on read. I really was expected to be professional here so I left the device in my pocket all day like the good human adult I was. 

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Babygirl 🌜 - Who steals a suitcase?

Babygirl 🌜 - What kind of world do we live in that one of my roommates just thought they could leave a sticky note on my wardrobe saying “I’m borrowing this”?

Babygirl 🌜 - Pete is saying this is a sign I just shouldn’t go. I can’t not go. They bought the ticket for me. 

Babygirl 🌜 - Ugh. Sorry for ranting. Just so heckon rude. Hope your day's going well. You looked super profesh and cute on C-SPAN. 

Babygirl 🌜 - Yes I did commandeer the lounge TV just to watch old white dudes ask stupid questions about the internet. You did an excellent job of not letting that get to you.

Babygirl 🌜 - I GOT 100% ON MY CALC EXTRA CREDIT

Babygirl 🌜 - I’M SCREAMING OMG

Babygirl 🌜 - Okay, I’m cool. Gotta love instant gratification.

Babygirl 🌜 - DiiiinNNNneeEErrrrR

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I wasn’t sure if you really knew what a meal was sometimes. A plate of cut up raw vegetables and chicken nuggets surrounding, what I could only assume was, a bowl of ranch dressing was not my idea of dinner. But I had to give you props for eating a vegetable.

I can’t decide if I’m more proud of you acing your project or eating a vegetable. Either way, well done. 😘

You’re such a nerd, can’t believe you watched any of that. I wouldn’t have and I was there. 

It was nearly midnight, I wasn’t expecting you to reply to messages. In truth I was hoping you’d be asleep even though you hadn’t sent a good night message. What I wasn’t expecting, was to get a video call from Peter. 

“I’ve kidnapped the target, she was way too easily distracted by Pokemon reruns.” Peter’s smiling face took up way too much of the screen, before he extended his arm to show you sitting next to him on your bed. There was a momentary flare before your face appeared. The glow of your laptop and his phone were the only real light now.

For the first time I noticed the pictures you had taped to your wall. A selection of old pictures of you and Peter together, in Indiana and in New York, were interspersed with photos of art works in museums and corn fields as sunset, or maybe sunrise. I also noticed close to your pillow was the first picture we took together and the PG photostrip. Where do you even get photos printed anymore? The more X-rated ones were blasted away at your request, despite my attempt at puppy dog eyeing you into letting me keep them. 

“Hey,” you yawned. 

“Did you kidnap her or did she kidnap you?”

“I offered him a snack after patrol,” You smiled, but didn’t look away from the screen. 

“We should all be asleep right now,” I commented, walking through the empty house, discarding my jacket and tie across the sofa on my way to the kitchen.

"But Pikachu needs us," Peter rotated the screen and showed the cartoon you were watching. 

I recognized the yellow mouse… thing on screen from the latest Longchamp bag line. Maybe I could get you one of those before you left on Sunday. 

"I'm putting my phone down."

I wandered into the kitchen and got a whiskey glass from the cabinet. I poured a double then returned to you two, completely engrossed in the show. 

"Peter, does May know you aren't actually patrolling right now?"

"Mmmmmmmaybe," his guilty smile gave him away. 

"I'm already on thin ice with her, Pete, don't make me-"

A crash came from somewhere else in your room. Peter jumped, sticking himself to the top of the bunk above you. The light flickered and I saw you reaching around to move the weird privacy curtain you constructed.

"Oh shiiiittttt, sorry, We didn't -woah- mean to interrupt new boyfriend time."

"Can we meet him?"

Roommates, two drunken ones from the sound of it. I looked at Peter's beet red face and had to hold in a laugh. His only sensible way outta this was to unstick himself, a challenge in its own. I was just glad he dropped the phone before he decided to become a piece of bed furniture. 

"I, uh, oh, mmm, I don't think now is a good time…"

"Oooooooo, well don't let us get in the way of sexy fun."

"Get it girl."

"We should do a tactical vom…"

If Peter was red before, he was absolutely about to combust now. He was still in the Spidey suit, with one of your sweatshirts thrown over the top. God that would have been great to watch him explain that. Or you honestly because when you got flustered and embarrassed it just made me want to bend you over the nearest surface and take you.

But those were not appropriate thoughts to be having right now. 

"Okay, I'm gonna go now," he unstuck himself. "Bye Mr. Stark."

"Good night, kid," I waved and the call ended. 

I finished my whiskey and ordered the Pikachu bag. Should be big enough to last you a few days, you said you had clothes at home too. It wasn't until I had flopped down into bed that you messaged again, asking if I still wanted to video call. Like I would say no to seeing your beautiful face. 

"Hey," you whispered, laying in bed with earphones in. 

"Hey Babygirl."

Even in the blue white light of the phone screen I could see your cheeks turn a bit pink. 

"I got a bag ordered for you to take home."

"You know you don't have to keep buying me things. It's really okay, Daddy."

I hummed, the familiar thrill of hearing you call me that washed over me in my drowsy state. 

"Well, what can I say? You're worth it and I enjoy seeing you with nice things."

"I feel bad not getting you anything."

"You are more than enough Sweetheart."

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"If she doesn't like being dotted on, why do you keep doing it?"

"Because my girl deserves the world, Jay."

+1. AN UPGRADE

When my alarm started going off at four am, I groaned. I didn’t wanna be awake. In truth, I didn’t want to leave at all. Tony’s bed was warm and I was enjoying hiding away from the world after Friday night. It had been… a lot. The social and emotional exhaustion mixed with the stress had kept me awake for much longer than I admitted to Tony. When we got back in the wee hours of Saturday morning, after forcing Happy to make a pit stop for burgers, we ate on the couch dressed up in all our finery. 

“Can I post this picture of you?”

He showed me the image, I looked so different from how I felt in that moment. In the picture I appeared calm, relaxed while viewing the paintings. Inside I was a horrible bundled knot of insecurities. But social media was a performance, and I would always perform for Tony.

“Yeah,” I said, swallowing another bit of my cheeseburger. 

“You can say no, you know.”

I looked over at him. He was tired, exhausted probably based on the bags under his eyes, with a smear of mustard caught in his beard. I didn't think I could ever say no to him. 

"Yeah, I know."

So he made the post on Instagram. Later when we woke up sometime on Saturday morning proper, we checked the news. Even over video, the frames of the glasses Tony has given me projected the light flare to hide my identity. There were comments about the Valentino dress I wore, some nice and other rude. Apparently, my laziness had started a new trend of just wearing your chipped nail polish. I hadn't really thought about it, too surprised with myself that it was still on. Of course, Tony's post was featured in every news story. I mostly just ignored that, like I'd been ignoring most of social media. 

But seeing as my identity was still unknown and conspiracy sites were still clawing at any information they could to figure out who I was, it was easy to put that part of the night behind me. 

I rolled over in bed. Tony must have not come to bed at all. The sigh that left my body was long and deep. I'd hoped there would be time for more cuddles before I needed to leave for the airport. Maybe I could get away with a few more minutes snuggled up in bed. 

My Instagram practically exploded when I opened it. Likes, comments, tagged posts, and DM flashed up on the screen. Ignoring them, I went straight to Tony's story first, watching him do a test for a mini blaster that caused Bruce to freak out. For as much as I stayed here, I barely saw the other man. Next Steve's story played, a video of him and Bucky at the gym. Peter's story was him, Ned, and MJ doing some… thing, I wasn't really sure what. That was enough of that. 

I moved on to Tony's account. There it was, another viral picture. A masterpiece with a Pollock. The best date a guy could ask for @ThatArtGirl thanks sweetheart. 

Stupid, happy tears slipped down my cheeks. Even the thought of going home couldn't ruin how… loved I felt. What he isn't telling you is that I anxiety cried before this picture lol 😌 #HesWorthIt #ImCryBaby

Immediately I saw a response from Tony. If you're Cry-Baby, I must be Allison Vernon-Williams. #YourMyCrybaby

"Please tell me you understood that reference," he walked into the bedroom.

"I did not," I put my glasses on and sat up. "Where were you?"

"Just working on something in the lab."

He crawled into the bed, pulling my phone from my hand. We definitely had time for this.

"When do we need to leave for the airport?"

"In like 30 minutes," I smiled, as he moved between my legs. 

"Plenty," he kissed my forehead, "of," he kissed my nose "time."

He kissed my mouth slowly, controlling me with a hand on the back of my neck. Tony took me apart piece by piece with his hands and mouth. The feel of his skin against mine shot thrills right through me. His body heat enveloped me better than any blanket ever could. His words washed over me, my mind floating somewhere with no worries, just me and Tony. Even when he pushed me over the edge again, when I thought I couldn't, my body did it. Euphoria washed over me, words fell from my mouth that I couldn't understand. 

God I loved this. I loved him.

"I love you."

The words came out of me, muffled by the sheets and my own blissed out sounds.

"What Baby?" Tony leaned over my back, still hard and buried deep inside me.

"I love you, Daddy." I felt him twitch inside me before he pulled out. Panic washed over me, only to be scrubbed away when I was flipped on to my back. The arc reactor shined brightly between us. 

"Tell me again, Babygirl."

"I love you," I touched his chest, hand over his heart. 

"Again," he plunged into me.

I lost count of how many times I said it to him. Probably well over a thousand versions of the confession by the time we actually got out of bed. 

We were late to the airport, but when I gave him a final kiss goodbye, our first time really away from each other about to begin, he gave me the best gift possible. 

"I still expect you to be a good girl while you're away."

"I promise," I whispered, despite the empty departures area. 

"Mmm," he hummed, rubbing his thumb over my cheek.

He pulled me into another kiss. I still felt love drunk from this morning. My fingers clung to his flannel jacket, his silly incognito clothes did nothing to quell my desire for him. I sighed when he pulled away, cheeks flushed and a dopey grin plastered on my face.

"I love you 3000."

[nicohverse]

Entropic Float Biweekly Update #17

This update's art is from Mada on skeb! A cute little chibi of Rashmi to brighten up your day. As far as the characters in Entropic Float go, Rashmi is probably the most evident of my own character design sensibilities. Short fluffy hair, oversized jackets... Something about that combination, I'm a big fan of it! And oh boy, do I hate how often characters have 'future designs' or 'makeovers' that take perfectly nice fluffy hair and turn it into a straight bob.

Anyway, now you know that about me! Let's get into something that matters; My work on the game these past two weeks.

Writing:

Let's get counting...15/31 standard segments. I wrote eight more, rocketing my numbers up to nearly halfway in the standard category! I'm pretty pleased with this progress, since the standard sections represent more work than the Memory Seeking ones in regards to programming.

23/36 Memory Seeking segments. Six since the last update~ It could've been more, but I spent some time I'd normally spend on these segments drawing instead.

We're now sitting at 38/74 segments of the Miracle Route. We've squeaked just past halfway in this overall section too!

Voice Acting:

I've received the voice lines for True Whitman, bringing us to 100% on necessary lines! I still need to implement them, but the voice acting category is now officially finished. Thank you to everyone who contributed!

Background Music:

No change since last time

My goal progress from last time:

-Write 7 Standard Segments, completing two different puzzle room sets. Done! I wrote 8

-Write at least 6 Memory Seeking Segments Done!

-Create the third batch of new assets for the Miracle Route Done!

-Create the fourth batch of new assets for the Miracle Route Done!

My goals for next time:

-Write 3 Standard Segments, completing the last puzzle rooms of the Miracle Route

-Write 11 Memory Seeking Segments

-Create the fifth batch of new assets for the Miracle Route

-Implement the Ending Badges I've been gradually drawing over the past few weeks

I wrote 14 segments and made 2 batches of assets this past development cycle, which is pretty solid! I have 3 full development cycles left, and this is how I plan to divide them;

4/11 - 4/24

4/25 - 5/15 - The weekend of the 6th, I'll be away for my birthday, and probably won't be able to get much done. Turning this into a 3 week development cycle also lets the third remaining cycle go right up to the end of May.

5/16 - 5/29

With 3 cycles left and 36 segments remaining to write, my necessary segments-per-cycle has gone down to an even 12. However, you might notice that my goal for this upcoming cycle is 14. This is because when I write memory seeking, I like to cleanly finish all of the memory seeking segments for a given character at once. One less character's worth of memory seeking would give me only 11 segments in the cycle. I could hit my goal evenly by writing 8 Memory Seeking segments and 4 Standard Segments, but one of the two weekends this cycle won't be too amenable to writing Standard Segments, so I'd rather overbalance the other way.

Fingers crossed that my logic is sound; Until next time! I'll leave you with this image of what a given scene in Entropic Float looks like before I pose all the models.

[so-writing]

Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea - Matthew Tkachuk (23)

all parts

The season was officially over for the Calgary Flames. 

They hadn’t been able to secure a playoff spot and it was safe to say that no one was in high spirits about how the season had ended. A few weeks had passed since your date, if you could call it that, with Matt and you hadn’t really talked to him much since. You were busy with wrap up stuff for the season and he was just as caught up in work as you were.

That didn’t stop the clock from ticking. 

Matthew would be heading home to St. Louis to be with his family for the offseason and the Flyers wanted an answer from you sooner rather than later. 

“Hey,” a soft knock at your door and the sound of his voice pulled your gaze from your laptop screen, “you have a minute to talk?” 

“Sure, but only a minute. I’m fucking swamped with stuff to do.” 

The season might be over for the players, but it definitely wasn’t over for anyone else.

“I’m going home in a few days.”

“Oh, well I’m glad for you. You need to some time to decompress and be around your family.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty excited about it.” 

“Good.” 

That awkward silence that you hated so much hung between the two of you once again but you honestly didn’t know what to say to him. Plenty of time had passed for both of you to initiate another attempt at a date but neither of you did. Despite your busy schedules, you probably could’ve made something work, maybe because you lived in the same damn building. The lack of communication between the two of you was telling, and you knew you needed to get ahead of whatever was about to happen. 

Matt still lingered in the doorway, his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweats as his eyes searched the room, looking anywhere but in your direction.

You might as well tell him.

“I’m taking the job with the Flyers. I’m moving to Philly in two weeks.” 

“Oh, well, congratulations.” 

*

Two weeks. She was leaving in two weeks and the last time they had a serious conversation he finally realized how terribly he’d treated her. She’d been there for two years, under his nose the whole time and now that he knew her and wanted to take things to the next step, she was being ripped away from him. 

Two weeks and she would be gone. She would get along great with the staff and players in the Flyers organization, because of course she would. She would leave Calgary and the Flames and him behind and she wouldn’t look back. She wouldn’t need to. 

“I should let you finish up here, lots to do before you leave us probably.”

“Yeah, there are actually a bunch of loose ends I need to tie up before I leave. I guess I’m more important here than I thought I was.”

He knew she meant it as a joke. He very much knew it and it would be easier to just laugh it off and leave but he wasn’t about to do that. He wasn’t going to let her go that easily.

“I know you’re making a joke but holy fuck, do you not see how serious what you just said is?”

She didn’t respond, but that was good, because he wasn’t done.

“You’re important here, more important than you know. To the NHL, to the Flames, but most of all, to me. You’re important to me and I don’t want you to go, ever.”

“We haven’t spoken in weeks, Matt. I don’t know what you want from me. We’re obviously not going to ever make anything other than mutual distaste work between us. What is the point of trying to move forward?” 

Matthew Tkachuk wasn’t the type to bare his soul to the world, to lay his whole heart on the floor at risk of it being stomped on. He kept his emotions carefully guarded behind mile high walls topped with electric fencing but there was nowhere else to go from here. He had to just fucking go for it.

“Maybe us trying to move forward would make more sense if I told you that I’m fucking head over heels for you. I know it sounds crazy,” he stepped into her small office and closed the door behind him, “and I can’t honestly pinpoint the exact moment it happened, but it did. I don’t want you to leave Calgary. It’s selfish, I know, but I don’t care. I love you.”

*

“It’s selfish, I know, but I don’t care. I love you.”

Holy fucking shit.

No fucking way.

There was no fucking way Matthew Tkachuk was standing in your closet sized office confessing his love for you only minutes after you had told him you were leaving the country for work. That was absolutely not happening. 

Except, it was. 

He was leaning against the wall with his hands still in his pockets but the emotion in his eyes was enough to rival a category 5 hurricane. He meant every word and you knew it. His confession had your heart dropping into your stomach because you had suspected his feelings for a little while but had been too scared to face them. 

It was much easier to brush him off as some asshole hockey player because of the simplicity of it all, but that was not who he was anymore. He was no longer your enemy, he hadn’t been for a while, and you were so fucking tired of pretending he still was. 

“You mean that? You really mean it?”

Your voice was full of emotion and vulnerability but you didn’t care. You needed to know.

“Yeah, every word.”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.” 

You were out of your uncomfortable desk chair and throwing your body against his in seconds. Matt happily welcomed the intrusion and wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you grab both sides of his head in your hands as you pressed your lips against his. 

Anyone could have walked in on the intense groping session happening between the two of you against your thin office wall but, luckily, no one did and when you pulled away from him, you both were breathing heavily. 

“Fuck,” he sighed dropping his head against your shoulder and placing soft kisses on your neck, “we need to get out of here.”

“As much as I want that, I still have so much shit to do.”