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summary: your best friend had a bad day, you know how to help fix that. but are these hook-ups too much for your heart to bear when you desperately want more? content tags: best friend!noah, descriptive smut, he edges her like once, multiple orgasms, praise, body worship, aftercare word count: 5.6k. note: gonna write a sfw part 2 (that can be read as a standalone) where these two IDIOTS talk about their feelings :)

+[MSG : second part available now - stay 'til morning.]

+[WARNING : this work is 18+. minors do not interact. NSFW content below cut.]

Your friendship with Noah had to be one of the strongest and longest-standing friendships you ever had. It was a given that you’d be with each other all hours of every day, that he’d come with you wherever you were invited, and that you’d go with him on the wildest outings and music video shoots. Joined at the hip, you two were a package deal.

It got to the point where people stopped asking you if you were dating, or if something was going on between the two of you. The insistent ‘No!’’s every time just made people more confused when they’d then see you pressed against each other in the corner, or thinking you were being subtle teasing each other in public or sleeping wrapped up in each other in the same bed.

You had no idea what you would label your relationship with Noah. He was your best friend, but calling it friends with benefits didn’t feel right. It was something different when you’d get tangled on the sofa, it was different when he’d fuck you better than any of your past boyfriends had, it was different when you’d suck his dick so good his legs would shake and he’d see stars. It was special between you two, but it wasn’t love. It couldn’t be.

It wasn’t love but you’d stopped dating people just after the hookups started. It wasn’t love but he insisted he wasn’t ready for a relationship with how busy he was with work. It wasn’t love but he comes straight to your house every time he has a bad day.

And that’s where he is now, coming in through your door at just past 6pm after storming out of the studio in a huff. He takes off his shoes and leaves them next to yours by the door. Shedding his coat and bag, tossing them over the back of the sofa and finding you in the kitchen after just finishing unloading the dishwasher.

“What’s up?” you ask, instinctively knowing by his demeanour that something was wrong.

He comes straight to you, seeking comfort. Long arms wrap around your waist with his face nuzzled into your neck. You automatically loop your arms around his shoulders, running your fingers through his hair in an easy and natural motion, reflective of just how many times you’d done it before.

“Nothing’s going right,” he mumbled into your neck, words muffled, “Jolly’s pissing me off ‘nd I can’t get my vocal takes right. Support band pulled out of the fuckin’ tour,” he sighs out his frustrations, caressing your waist with his thumbs.

You can tell what he wants—what he needs—but you want to hear him say it.

“What can I do to help?”

“I’m just so worked up. Honestly, I just want to fuck you,” he sighs again, hands sliding under your shirt. “I need to get this energy out and I can’t stop thinking about making you come on my cock over and over again.” 

You feel your heart rate accelerate as he begins to brush his lips against the skin of your shoulder and neck. “Okay,” you whisper.

He pulls back, standing up to his full height and looking down into your eyes, “are you serious?”

You search his eyes for any signs he was joking and find none, you nod, “yeah, I’m serious.” You scratch your nails against the back of his neck, feeling his hair—which had grown longer over the past few months—between your fingers as you pull him in. “I wanna help you feel better.”

Noah can feel your breath against his lips as you speak and he can resist no longer, pulling your hips flush against his and crashing your lips together. He pushes you back against the wall and wastes no time taking your shirt off, your bra following immediately after, allowing him to grope at the flesh roughly while his lips work against yours.

You can't help but breathe out a sigh against him, allowing him to deepen the kiss further, slipping his tongue into your mouth and biting at your plush lower lip. You kiss him back with just as much energy, pulling him hard against your body by his shirt, lifting it and indicating to him you want it off. 

He breaks away for just long enough to rid himself of the garment and you instinctively move your hands to the next piece of clothing. Making light work of his belt and the buttons on his jeans, you slip your hand inside and slide your palm over his already sold erection.

It was his turn to moan into the kiss now as you pushed his jeans and boxers down, allowing just enough access to let you pump him with your hand. He, in turn, slips his hand past the waistband of your sweats and underwear, immediately running his long fingers through your folds. Noah breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours as you both pant.

"So wet for me already," he teased, "have you been thinking about me?" Your breath catches in your throat as he begins to circle your clit precisely where you like it with two fingers. "Hm? You been thinking about how good I can make you come?"

You already feel the heat building between your legs, squeezing your thighs together and trapping his hand, trying desperately to grind down harder on his fingers.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he brushes your hair back behind your ear and cups the side of your face, tilting it up to meet his. You feel his hot breath against your lips when he speaks, "Are you gonna come for me already?"

You can only whine and nod, the hand that was gripping him slowed to broken movements. Noah pecks your lips lightly again, and again as he continues rubbing your clit.

Until he jerks his hand free from inside your pants, denying you the release you were so close to achieving.

"A-ah, fuck! Noah," you whine.

"Shh, it's okay baby," he pulls your face to his and kisses you deeply, "I want you to come on my tongue first." He picks you up with ease, and instinctively you wrap your legs around his hips as he carries you to your bedroom. He barely even needs to look where he’s going to navigate his way through your home, thinking you need to start charging him rent with how much time he spends here.

He nips and bites at your bare shoulder before lowering you to the bed, climbing over you and moulding your lips together once more. You can't help but run your hands through his soft hair, scratching at his scalp and down the back of his neck again.

You’ve been in this position with Noah more times than you can count. You told each other it didn’t have to happen again after the first time, hurriedly dressing and anxious to get back to life as usual. But then you couldn’t stop thinking about him, and you ended up back in his bed, then he ended up in yours. Unbeknownst to you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you either. You both should’ve known that the agreement wouldn’t last. He longed more than anything to feel you that close to him again. To feel your breath against his lips, to touch your skin and hold you, to make you feel good in ways he prayed nobody else could. He was determined to ruin other men for you, and if he’d ask, you’d tell him he was successful.

He told you he was too busy with work for a relationship, that’s why there were no new girlfriends introduced to the group, but that was a lie. He didn’t want to go out on dates and get to know any new people when the only person he wanted to devote himself to and dedicate all the love in his heart to, was you. But he couldn’t pursue it. You were his best friend. He couldn’t bear the risk of losing you, so he resigned himself to only having part of you. It was enough. It had to be enough, he had no other choice.

Noah groans into the kiss, his desire to have you reaching a critical peak. He peppers kisses across your cheek, then down to your jaw, your throat, all the way down your neck and across your collarbones, down your chest where he stops to tease your nipples with his teeth, kissing firmer, harder, until he’s sucking at the skin hard enough leave dark marks all over the tender flesh of your breasts. He peppers kisses down your stomach and across your hip bones, to where he pulls your sweats down the length of your legs, your underwear along with them.

“So beautiful,” he whispers so quietly into your skin. You barely heard it over the sound of your heavy breathing. He kisses your calves and across your knees, he kisses over your thighs and around, into the sensitive skin on the inside, up towards your burning core where you need him the most.

"Spread your legs for me. That's it, good girl," he praises, resting your thighs on his shoulders, a place they've been many times before as he kneels before you at the edge of the bed. Ready to worship you like an idol.

Teasingly, he kisses everywhere except where you need him most, and you're just about to complain when you feel his lips press to your clit. Your hands instinctively go to their place in his hair, running through the dark strands as he intensifies his motions. Working his lips harder against the little bundle of nerves before teasing you slightly with the tip of his tongue.

The sensation makes your hips jerk, but they can't move far. Noah has his arms wrapped around your thighs, palms spread over your hips, pinning them down and holding you so tightly you can feel the muscles of his biceps flex beneath you. You feel him smile, before sucking harshly and unexpectedly on your clit.

"Fuck, Noah!" you cry, your hands tightening in his hair, already highly worked up and close to the edge from earlier.

But he doesn't relent. He continues sucking and expertly running his tongue over the bundle of nerves, repeatedly, rhythmically, until your breathing is laboured and you feel a sweat break out across your skin.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck Noah, don't stop." You move one of your hands to where one of his rests on your hip, entwining your fingers together.

Desperately you try to rock your hips against his face to no success as the heat burns and builds rapidly, hotter and hotter. More intense with every passing second.

"Fuck, Noah! I'm getting clos- I- Ah, fuck!"

He doesn't relent even when your words become incoherent cries. You tighten your grip on his hand and he squeezes back, knowing you’re about to fall apart. Just the last few swipes of his tongue across your clit and that's it. You can't stop your hips from jolting and shaking when you come, the pleasure washing over your entire body like a cool breeze on a hot day. Noah holds you there as you ride it out, slowing his movements gradually until he pulls away, peppering wet kisses to your inner thighs.

He busies himself as you catch your breath, sucking deep red marks into your skin. Ones that'll turn an intense plum purple by morning, but that's alright. The only person who would ever see them is him. You feel your heart rate slow, and your breathing returns to a more even pace. Your hand still holds onto Noah's at your hip. 

Satisfied with the marks he’s made on your inner thighs, Noah trails more kisses higher up, back towards your core.

Just now you realise exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into tonight.

He wastes no time diving right back in, licking a stripe from your drenched entrance all the way up to your swollen and red clit. Automatically you flinch when his tongue makes contact again. Noah however, is not deterred. He goes right back in, lapping at your entrance and teasing you with the tip of his tongue.

You grip the sheets by your head this time, circling your hips against his face as he probes inside deeper and deeper. With your heart pounding again, high-pitched cries slip past your lips and your breath catches every time his nose brushes your sensitive clit.

He pulls back to leave open-mouthed kisses against your entrance, "I've missed this," the sounds he’s making obscene, "missed the way you taste." He drags you down closer towards him, gripping one of your thighs and pushing your legs wider to give himself more space. 

"Oh fuck! Noah!" you cry when you feel his tongue enter you, the hot muscle teasing your walls in ways only he knows. You grip the sheets tighter, pulling on them and grinding your hips down, trying so desperately to make his tongue reach deeper.

Noah’s breath is hot between your legs, and a sweat breaks out over your skin once again. You pant desperately as he builds your second climax, tongue rhythmically stroking your walls, and his nose—the perfect shape—bumping and rubbing against your clit. His hand holds onto your thigh in a grip you were sure would bruise, and you could hear him moaning against you as he worked. 

He was so hard but he resolved to get you off at least once more before making you fall apart with him inside. 

“Oh, Noah… Fuck, don’t stop. Please I’m so close again, I’m so-” You gasp and can’t speak anymore, the heat becoming too intense. You feel your muscles tensing again, twitching uncontrollably against Noah’s face as your climax takes over your body. He loves hearing you cry out his name while you’re at the mercy of his control.

“Come for me,” he moves so fast you barely feel the absence of him against your body.

Everything tightens and tightens, reaching an apex until there’s nowhere left to go, and then you finally snap. You cry out his name as your orgasm wracks your body, thighs trembling, Noah holding you through it. His hand, still holding yours tightly.

He helps you ride out your orgasm again, tongue easing in and out, lapping up your arousal unabashedly while you catch your breath a second time. Noah eases your thigh down, smoothing his inked hand up and down the soft skin, rising from his place on the floor to join you on the bed, covering your hips in sweet, affectionate kisses.

“Good girl,” he praises between pecks, “you did so well for me. So good. My beautiful girl.” He kisses his way up your body until he reaches your lips, pecking them gently before deepening the kiss and allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. He kisses down your jaw again to your neck, biting and sucking marks that match those on your breasts and thighs. Knowing he wasn’t yet done.

You card your hand through his hair, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him. His lips on you, feeling the solid muscle of his bicep flex under your hand and his soft hair between your fingers. You want to feel this all the time, you think. You want to kiss him every day and have the privilege of touching him like this whenever you want.

But that's not what best friends do.

This isn't what best friends do.

Unwillingly, you think of him doing this with someone else, and your heart seizes at the intensely bitter envy you feel. Someone else running their hands across his skin like you do, someone else being marked by him, someone else coming undone under his touch, someone else folding at the feel of his lips.

You can't bear it.

But then, really, you were never just friends.

"Hey," he says softly, leaning over you, "what're you thinking about?"

You shake your head as though to shake away the picture of him with someone else, "nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

He chuckles and kisses your chest, "you can't be completely brainless already, I haven't even fucked you yet."

"Why don't you fix that?" smirking and raising your eyebrows teasingly. A grin spreads across his face, his bad day at the studio already long forgotten.

Noah kneels up in front of you and wraps your legs around his hips, his length resting against your abdomen. You can see just how far inside you he'll reach like this, and the thought makes you clench in anticipation. He leans down and captures your lips again, taking his length in hand and guiding himself through your slick folds, you gasp into his mouth every time the head of his cock bumps your now oversensitive clit.

He poises his head at your entrance and pushes in slowly, teasingly, inch by inch until he bottoms out and holds his hips still, pressed against yours.

"Fuck," he groans, his head tipped low, face shrouded by his hair. You notice his breathing has become laboured already. "You always feel so fucking good around me," he leans on one hand by your head, holding your hip with the other and pulls out achingly slow. Pushing back in, and pulling out again. You can feel every ridge and vein against your walls, your mouth falling open in a silent cry, gripping onto his forearm to ground yourself. Despite the numerous times you two have connected, you feel like you’ll never get used to the stretch as he enters you. Noah pulls out once more, almost all the way, before thrusting back in sharply, with enough force that the sound of his skin connecting with yours resounds throughout the room with a SMACK.

"Ah! Fuck!"

He sets a steady pace, leaning back on his knees and holding you by the hips with both hands. He can’t help but stare at where your bodies connect, watching shamelessly as he penetrates you over and over. Groaning out a string of curses and ‘oh God’’s, and feeling a surge of pride that goes straight to his cock. Already so close from entering you alone, he knows he needs to slow down or he won’t last.

Noah’s eyes trail up your body, becoming fixated on the way your breasts move with his rhythm, realising now just how many marks he’s made across your body. He hopes you don’t mind. He loves to see you covered in the evidence of him, be it love bites left across your skin, or your make-up ruined and running down your face from him fucking your throat. You’ve never complained, never stopped him, but he can’t help but wonder.

“Oh my God, Noah…” you breathe, gasping for another breath sharply and gripping your sheets in your hands.

His eyes flit to your face, twisted in pleasure with your eyes squeezed closed. But Noah is selfish, he knows it. He wants your eyes on him. 

He bows his head and leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses in the valley between your breasts, pushing your thighs further apart as he bends to reach deeper inside, the steady rhythm of his hips never faltering. His hands trail up your sides, pausing to caress the plump flesh of your breasts, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples and smiling to himself when you arch into his touch with an unabashed moan. Trailing his kisses higher he meets your lips again, briefly, before leaning down on his forearms over you. Your face is so close he can feel your breath fanning across his as you pant beneath him.

He calls your name, “open your eyes, baby.” You obey instinctively. Trying to smile—as best you can with his dick pumping into you—when you meet his eyes. You tip your chin up towards his face and he reciprocates instantly, crashing your lips together in a series of passionate kisses. You lock eyes again when he pulls away, knowing he likes it when you look at him.

“Good girl. So good for me.”

You loop your arms around his neck, hands gravitating back to his hair. He leans his forehead against yours, eye contact maintained when he pulls out of you slowly, enjoying the tight squeeze of your walls as he goes. He wants to stay here forever, tangled up in you. Noah thrusts back in, fast and harsh, enjoying the way your eyes widen when he hits you deep. He does it over, and over. Your legs jolting and tingling every time the head of his cock impacts your cervix.

You’re struggling to keep your eyes open, desperately wanting to squeeze them closed and tip your head back, to cry out his name and arch back into the bed. But the desire to be with him runs deeper. Your mouths are barely an inch apart as your breath falls against each other. His eyes—the deepest most beautiful brown—concentrated on yours, like he’s seeing the very essence of you. With the heat between your legs intensifying and you writhing back against his hips, you feel a deep pang in your chest, like something was squeezing your heart tightly in its grip. 

Noah’s chain sways above you, tapping against the skin of your chest with every stroke of his hips. Rhythmically bumping above your heart. It’s him. Of course, it’s him. The thing that holds your heart in a vice-like grip. It’s always been him.

Needing him closer still, you pull on his hair, and dig your nails into the skin of his shoulders, arching your back into him to chase the high. He bumps his nose against yours, fingers tenderly brushing your hair. “You close again?” his voice low.

You nod quickly, foreheads still pressed together, fingers grasping for any purchase they can find against his body, “kiss me,” you whisper. 

And there’s no way he can resist when he sees the pleading look in your eyes. He obliges and immediately closes the gap to crash his lips to yours, tongue automatically exploring your mouth, pressing against your own, teeth nipping at your lips. Your soft cries encourage him further.

“Noah,” you whine desperately into his mouth.

“I know, baby. I can feel you,” Noah groans, “be a good girl and come again for me.”

He grunts as he maintains his pace, the building ache in his thighs and lower back burning tighter than any leg training day in the gym, but he does not stop. Sweat drips from his hair onto yours, droplets rolling down his back, and crawling down his silver chain to drip onto your chest. The coil tightens and tightens inside you, the pleasure building higher and higher as your cries grow louder and louder.

“Come for me, I wanna feel you come.”

Until a jolt shoots through you, and your release washes over you with a cry of his name. Back arching drastically up into his body, your hips rolling and spasming against his.

Noah slips his hands underneath your arched back, holding you to his chest and flips the two of you over. He rests upright, his back against the headboard, gripping your hips and bouncing you ferociously on his cock, giving you no time to come down from your post-orgasm high.

"N-Noah! Ah!" you don't know where to put your hands as he hammers into you; holding your breasts as they bounce with the force of his thrusts, gripping his arms, holding onto his broad, stable shoulders, opting finally to lean backwards and grasp onto his thighs.

"That's it, baby," he grunts, "come for me again, I know you can. Come on beautiful."

You feel your climax building rapidly, following on from the last one like rocks tumbling down a hill in a landslide with nothing to stop them from crashing into the ground. The friction of your clit rubbing against his hips is enough to push you over that edge, with your voice choked back in your throat, your legs shake as this orgasm—your fourth—wracks through your entire body.

"Good girl," Noah's soothing voice a sharp contrast to the relentless nature of his fucking. "Good girl, that's it. So good for me. Feel so good…"

You lean forward and rest your hands against his chest, coming down from the intensity of your double high.

"C'mere," he pulls you into him, looping your arms around his neck and holding you by the waist.

You’re unable to stop yourself from crying out into his shoulder when he holds you up by the strength of his arms and thrusts up into you from below, unrelenting as he chases his own high. "Oh my God, Noah!"

"'m so close baby," his voice muffled into your neck, "I'm so fucking close, just- fuck," he whines and pants into your skin, his hips snapping up relentlessly as though he'd never run out of energy.

The burn between your legs never felt so good. You reach a hand down to circle your clit, knowing you can push yourself over the edge again and wanting to come with him. Just one more time.

Your grip tightens on the back of his neck, your chests pressed together and sticky with sweat. Feeling your peak, your walls begin to uncontrollably clench around him. Noah curses under his breath and grips your waist tighter, hips still snapping up into yours and never once faltering.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you come again. Feeling your walls spasming around his length one more time all the stimulation he needed to push him over the edge. Noah slams you down against his hips once, then again, then pinning you down against him a final time, holding you tight as your hips grind back and forth against his.

With his head thrown back, it's your turn now to mark his neck with deep, dark bruises as he groans while he finishes inside you. You feel him twitching deep, his thighs tensing beneath your own, and his abdomen flexing against yours as he comes. Both of your chests heaving, you continue to rock back and forth against him, helping you both to ride out your highs.

Noah cups the back of your head and brings your lips to his once more, kissing you with a slow intensity. One that said 'Thank you. Thank you for being here. Thank you for looking after me.' You kiss him back with just as much fervour, not ever wanting to separate.

You love him. 

You know deep down you've always loved him but now you feel it with such an intensity that you might just tell him. But you can't. You can't ruin the precious friendship you already have so instead, you kiss him.

You try to show him how much you love him through the kiss in the hopes that he'll realise it too and tell you he loves you back. He wraps his arms around you, gently caressing the soft expanse of your back and pulling you close as your hips maintain their rhythm against his. You can feel he’s still hard inside you.

Noah takes your hips in both of his hands and encourages you to move, grinding up into you. He kisses you deeply, sucking and biting on your lower lip until it’s red and swollen and he’s moaning deeply, breathing heavily, against your lips.

For the sixth time since he walked in through your door tonight, you feel the heat building between your thighs. This time it spreads out gradually, throughout your entire body, spreading out from your core until you feel it tingling in the extremities of your fingers and toes, seeping throughout your chest where your heart hammers inside your ribcage like it’s trying to break through to reach his, and when you come, it feels like falling softly onto a plush, down bed.

Noah buries his face into your neck and thrusts up into you, with stuttering hips and hands holding you firmly, tipping over the edge easily and coming with you for a second time. Finally relaxing all at once after the rush passes.

He kisses your shoulder as you hold his head tight to you, tangling your fingers in his hair which is now soaked through with sweat, "spend the night?" you whisper.

He nods, hugging your waist tightly, arms wrapped entirely around you, holding you as close as he possibly can before you merge into one person. 

Your breathing slows, and you feel a chill run down your spine as the sweat evaporates from your hot skin, allowing the cool air of the night to tickle you. You stay there though, in his arms with your eyes closed, running your fingers through his hair and dreading the moment you have to leave the comfort of his embrace.

Noah’s chest heaves against yours, the dopamine surge making him feel lightheaded. He’s glad you asked him to stay the night. He has before, many times, but always sneaks out of your bed before you wake up in the morning. He hates it, he doesn’t want to do it, but the guilt that comes from denying the fact that he loves you when he wakes up tangled in your embrace and yearning to press kisses all over your face eats him alive. He’s finding it harder and harder every time though. Scared these indulgences may have to stop altogether if his soul gets any weaker. Trying to convince himself again that having just a small part of you was enough. It’s enough.

“Noah,” your voice comes hoarse and quiet against the skin of his shoulder, “can we move? This feels nice, but it’s too much,” the overstimulation from being pressed against him crossing the line into uncomfortable territory.

He nods again, trailing his lips across your skin much like he did in the kitchen earlier. Kissing your collarbones he rolls you both over, lowering you gently into the sheets, continuing to press his lips across your skin as he pulls his length from you slowly. Your nails dig into his arms with a groan at the loss of contact, with him sighing deeply.

Through his kisses he murmurs, “I’ll be. Right. Back,” crawling off the bed and taking a moment to stretch out his long limbs, before heading into your bathroom. You hear the tap run briefly, and then he returns with a towel, damp on one side. He kneels back over you, spreading your clammy legs with soothing hands, cleaning the mess from between your thighs with the damp side, then drying the area with the other. He bundles it up and throws it into your laundry basket after wiping his hands, pumping his fists in the air when it lands perfectly in the centre of the basket. 

You chuckle lightly, watching as Noah stretches out on his stomach beside you, laying his head on his arms, watching you breathe through heavy eyes. You roll over onto your side to face him directly, brushing a damp lock of hair from his forehead and caressing his face. He closes his eyes to relish in the touch. It’s moments like these that blur the line between friend and lover for you both, even more so than the sex.

“You feel better?” you ask quietly, trailing your fingers through his hair and down the side of his face again, taking note of how much more visible his freckles had become from the recent sun exposure.

He hummed and nodded, enjoying your affections.

“Good, I’m glad.”

Noah cracks his eyes open, feeling the insatiable urge to be closer to you. The lines can be blurred just for tonight. He rolls over onto his back, shuffling higher on the bed and pulling the sheet out from underneath him. He slides down beneath it, holding it up and patting the bed beside him, “c’mere.”

Eagerly, you crawl closer to him, curling into his side as he pulls you closer, holding you with an arm around your waist. You rest your head against his chest, trailing your fingers up his abdomen to his chest and back down, following the linework of his tattoos.

“Thank you,” he whispers, sighing and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “are you okay? Wasn’t too much?”

“Hmm, no. No, it was good,” the fatigue catching up to you quickly now that you were relaxed against him.

“I know it was a lot, and you never complain but I want to make sure you really are okay,” his hand trails up and down your spine.

“I’m okay Noah, really,” you gaze up at him from where you lay, his expression saying something you can’t quite read. “I don’t complain because I like it. I like everything you do. I’d tell you if I didn’t, even if it’s something small.”

He smiles down at you, pulling you close and kissing your hair again. “Okay, I’m glad.” You sigh again, struggling to keep your heavy eyes open. “Sleep. I’ll stay right here,” he whispers into your hair.

You feel that tug on your heart again, knowing he’ll be gone by morning like he usually is, but grateful to have him in your arms tonight. You snuggle closer, trying your best to savour the moment. To file it away in your mind with all the others. It’s all you have. It’s all you’ll ever have of him and that has to be enough. To be the best friend he can turn to for whatever he needs, whenever he needs it. Even if you know deep down, you were never just friends.

[hayakawalove]

Cheater Cheater Pumpkin Eater

Summary: You're happy with your husband, you swear. Except you actually aren't. You're so unhappy in fact, that you find yourself in a cheap bar late one night. Two men find you, and it leads to a night of fun.

A/N: Yeah. It goes without saying that I DON'T CONDONE CHEATING! I don't know why I wrote this. I actually used to really hate cheating fics, so much so that I would filter the tag out. They used to trigger me super bad. I'm not sure why I wrote this. Maybe as a way of doing exposure therapy, maybe just to practice writing things I normally don't write. Whatever the case is, here you go. I hope y'all enjoy! As always, I appreciate your guys comments so much, seriously!

CW: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Cheating (You Cheat on Your Husband), Hand Jobs, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Finger Sucking, Spit Kink, Protected Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Alcohol, Dirty Talk, Humiliation, Praise Kink, Cum Swallowing, Hook-Up, No Strings Attached, Reader Feels Bad (Doesn't Last Long), Hair-pulling, Female Reader, AFAB Reader

W/C: 6,154

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

You’re happy. 

You really are. 

Those are the words you find yourself repeating like a mantra, a self assuring prayer on a loop in your mind. 

You have a great life. 

A wonderful job, a nice house, the perfect husband. 

People live their entire lives searching for what you’ve been so graciously dealt. 

So why did it feel like you were lying to yourself when you repeated that mantra? 

The words felt uneasy in your mind at first, the weight of them feeling unknown on your tongue. You’d never really thought about it before. Were you happy? The more you told yourself that you were, the more the saying turned your stomach sour. 

You were happy. You were happy. You were happy. 

You weren’t happy. 

At first, it began like a tingle in the back of your throat. Not disruptive, but most certainly there, no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. It was the most obvious when you felt like you should be grateful for something.

Before going to bed at night, finishing a big project at work, when your husband kissed your cheek. 

The doubt simmers in your gut, barely a blip on your radar.

It was hardly noticeable, until it wasn’t. 

The thought became a raging forest fire, drowning out all your other senses. Every day was the same. It was so boring. Nothing lit a spark in you. 

You weren’t sure how to even remedy it. Not only that, but you would listen to your friends talk about their lives, and how it was monotonous for them as well. Maybe life just had to be like this. 

There’s a pit in your stomach as you walk to your car. You really didn’t want to go home tonight. Not when you knew your loving husband would be waiting for you; not when you knew you had all the reasons in the world to be happy, but you just weren’t. 

“Hey, sexy lady!” A man’s voice rings out around you. 

When you flick your head around you see a man who’s much older than you sizing you up. Your knee jerk reaction is to be disgusted, but you aren’t, not fully at least. 

You’re flattered. 

When was the last time someone paid you a compliment like that? Your husband told you you were beautiful all the time, but it felt rehearsed, like the words had lost their meaning. Sure, a stranger calling you sexy was a bit half assed, but at least it was real.

“Thank you! But I’m married-“ you reply, even though the man is long gone by now. 

You straighten your shoulders and open your car door, accepting the fluke. 

~~~

You’re craving the attention again. 

You feel like an addict craving their next hit. You didn’t want anything else, other than a bit of attention from a stranger. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? 

Over the next couple of days you craft a plan. You were going to get dressed up and go to a bar, nothing major. You just wanted to put yourself in a situation where you could receive attention, maybe get a couple of compliments. It really wasn’t that big of a deal. 

Your husband texted you to inform you that he would be at the office late tonight. You try to ignore the pang of guilt that shoots through you when you tell him that it’s okay, you wouldn’t be doing much anyway. 

Liar.

The dress you’re wearing feels a bit too tight, fitting to your form like another layer of skin. You hadn’t worn it in years. There never was any need to. You and your husband didn't go on dates much anymore, instead choosing to settle down for movie nights or dinner. 

Your makeup is more extreme than usual. It highlights all your favorite features, and the colors are a bit dramatic. Even though it felt different, you had to admit that you looked good. 

You fiddle with your ring, watching the way it catches the light. Reluctantly, you pull it off and put it in your purse. You feel naked not wearing it. Hopefully, more people would compliment you if you didn’t have it on.

You sling your purse over your shoulder and turn your phone off, you wouldn’t be needing it anyway, sliding your high heels on. 

The bar you decide on is on the furthest edge of town, in a much seedier neighborhood. On any chosen day you wouldn’t be caught dead on this side of town, and neither would any of your loved ones. Which is precisely why you chose to be there in the first place. 

Nobody would recognize you. Not that it would be a problem if they did, you remind yourself. You weren’t doing anything wrong. 

The bar is loud as you enter, eager voices discussing a variety of topics over cheap alcohol. The smell of liquor is strong, the astringent scent nearly burning the inside of your nostrils. 

You slide over to the counter and take a seat on one of the rickety stools. It’d be a miracle if it doesn’t break under your weight, it looks like it’s two seconds from collapsing on its own. 

You order a mixed drink and smile as the bartender passes it to you, your heart fluttering at the way he grins back. 

Validation springs throughout your body. It feels like you’re being rejuvenated, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

See? What you were doing wasn’t so bad. 

“What's a fine young thing like yourself doing over here?” 

When you turn around to catch a glimpse of the man shamelessly hitting on you, you feel your stomach turn. You had never seen someone so attractive before. 

A head full of soft white hair, messy in an almost endearing way. You can’t catch a glimpse of his eyes due to the sunglasses that rest on his nose. On anyone else it would come off as douchey, it was dark out and you were inside a bar, but for him it seemed oddly fitting. 

There’s a cocky grin on his face as he leans against the counter where you sit. He’s close enough that you can smell the soap he used to scrub himself with. An intoxicating scent, cedarwood and bergamot.

“Enjoying some alone time.” You reply, deciding on playing hard to get. 

It would be nice to see him continue to try, even if you didn’t make it easy. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt. I just had to tell you how gorgeous you were.” 

He didn’t sound sorry, didn’t look it either.

“I know.” You take a small sip of you drink, staring up at him as you do so. 

You would never be so forward in your day to day life. You much preferred to be humble. Humble was cute, humble was safe. 

You were tired of being safe. 

The strangers lips spread even further and you catch a glimpse of him running his tongue along his teeth. You can’t see, but you feel like he’s staring down at you, gaze assessing your features. You hope he likes what he sees. 

“Sir, can I get another one of these for her?” He flags down the bartender and motions to your drink. 

“I didn’t tell you I wanted another one.” You reply, stirring the drink you’re currently nursing. 

The man beside you raises a brow, before sliding out a wad of cash. He hands it to the bartender without looking away from you, confidence leaking from his pores. 

“You shouldn’t have to. A gentleman should be able to notice.”

You feel a heavy weight drop on top of you. He was right. True gentlemen should take note of the small things, right? 

Your husband hardly ever did. 

The crack inside your heart begins to deepen; you know there’s not going to be a way back from this. Do you mind that you won’t be able to recover? 

No. 

You don’t. 

You grin at him and toss back the rest of your drink before taking the new one from him. It’s cold against your hand, a sickly sweet scent wafting up from the cup. 

“Who’s your little friend?” A second voice enters.

You flick your eyes from the man beside you to see who’s talking. Long black locks and chestnut eyes. 

“Suguru. This is…” The first man talks.

You state your name, nerves beginning to take hold in your chest. When it was just one of them it was fine, but two of them? 

“I’m Satoru Gojo, and this is Suguru Geto.” The original man says. “Pleased to meet you.” He finishes, dipping his face down to look at you above his glasses. 

Electric cerulean greets you, nearly taking your breath away. 

He smirks and pushes his glasses back up before tossing a look over his shoulder towards his friend.

Suguru circles around you, and you can’t help but let your eyes follow his movements. It feels like he’s sizing you up, a dark gleam in his gaze as he settles in the spot beside you.

It feels a bit like the walls are caving in on you, except the metaphorical walls are in the form of two bulky men. 

You wanted attention, that much was true, but you weren’t sure you were ready for this amount. 

“What brings you to this dive bar?” The one called Suguru questions. 

You take a sip of your drink as you ponder a response. What should you tell them? You were here with friends? The truth? 

“Needed to get out of the house.” You decide on. 

Well, it wasn’t completely wrong. 

“So you decided to come to this shit hole?” Satoru says. 

“You decided to come here too, didn’t you?” You reply back.

Satoru looks away, his bottom lip pouting out. It was a shit hole. The two men looked oddly out of place. Their clothes looked to be worth more than half your rent, and there was an effortless elegance flowing from them. You were sure that they belonged anywhere else. 

“We were just passing through town, and this was the first place we found.” Suguru responds for Satoru. 

You wonder how true that statement is. 

Could it be that the both of them are also running away from something in their personal lives? 

You could only hope. 

Maybe it would make you feel less guilty. 

Suguru’s nursing a whiskey now, lips shining in the low light from the tantalizing liquid. It’s a bit hypnotizing, watching the way his lips pucker as he takes measured sips. 

You feel like nothing can break you from the trance you’re in, nothing that is, until something brushes your thighs. It’s Satoru’s fingers, skimming your skin under the guise of tugging your dress down. 

“I like your dress,” Satoru murmurs, his knuckles causing goosebumps to erupt along your thighs. 

You watch as he slowly drags his fingers back, letting your eyes trail up until you reach his face, only to see that he’s already staring at you. 

“Yeah?” You ask, breathless.

Satoru hums and flicks his gaze back down to your legs. There’s lead in your stomach as you watch his pupils flicker. You can only guess what’s on his mind. 

“Say, do you have any plans for the night?” Suguru questions, settling his arm around the back of your chair. 

His thumb brushes against your shoulder, making your breath stagger. The ambiance is more than heavy, a thick understanding settling over the three of you. 

“No, I don't.” You take one last sip of your drink before looking at the boys once more. 

“Want to go have some fun, then?” Satoru asks, an evil glint in his eyes. 

You begin to understand how Eve could not resist the temptation.

“Please,” you all but plead.

You reach a hand out and Satoru laces his fingers in yours, tugging you along until you’re forced to navigate through the crowds in the bar. There’s a heat behind you, and you register it as Suguru’s presence shortly following after you. 

There’s something bubbling up in your stomach, anticipation you think, as you watch the back of Satoru’s head. 

He’s so tall. 

You briefly wonder what it would feel like to run your fingers through his hair. Would it be soft? Would he like the way it feels? 

Satoru pushes the bar door open, a gust of wind whipping your face. The sensation almost shocks you to your senses, but Satoru doesn’t allow it. 

He slows down and stops beside you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. You’re being tugged beside him, smooshed against his lean frame as he walks you to their car. 

“We’re gonna have so much fun,” he comments, whispering into the crown of your head. 

Your stomach flips. You think he may be right. 

Suguru walks ahead and spins keys around his fingers before unlocking the car. You’re unable to recognize the brand, only able to see that it’s expensive. 

Satoru opens the passenger door and you’re greeted with fine black leather. It dawns on you that someone’s going to have to sit in the back. 

How was this going to work? 

Were you supposed to sit in the back? 

Wouldn’t that be weird? 

When you come to, you see that Satoru’s already sitting in the front seat, his hand holding yours as he looks up at you with an expectant gaze. 

“Come on.” He murmurs. 

He pulls you closer, spreading his legs to make room for you. He wants you to sit on his lap? 

You look around, noticing how empty the parking lot is. You were already making bad choices, so you figure you may as well go all in. 

You inch in the car, settling on top of his lap. His thighs are warm beneath you, your exposed legs shifting back and forth. He shuts the door, settling his hands on your body while Suguru starts the car. You never once stop to think about how this may be considered dangerous, all you can think about is how you want more of it. 

“Ready, princess?” Suguru’s voice is like velvet as it comes out. 

As ready as you’ll ever be. 

“Yes.” You fake confidence, shining a grin that feels entirely too exaggerated. 

Suguru chuckles and reverses the car, the action fluid. Satoru’s still holding onto your thighs, the proximity to him causing your heart to race. You don’t know who to focus on. Even their hands have you in a trance. Suguru’s fingers grip the steering wheel, knuckles making your mouth water, while Satoru holds your legs, his palms suspiciously moving further up.

You can feel the outline of something beneath you, and you think you know what it is, but you want to be sure. 

You shimmy your ass a bit, turning your head over your shoulder to look at Satoru. There’s a dangerous grin on his face as he looks at you over his glasses. 

“Careful there, baby.” He warns. 

Your mouth immediately dries, desperation crawling up the back of your throat. The outline below you is much thicker than it was several minutes ago. He was hard. 

The engine stops, and your stomach turns over. You’re stopped at a hotel. It’s on the nicer side of town, luckily the part of the city none of your friends ventured to. The building in front of you is at least twenty stories high, the air of wealth floating over to you. 

Just what did these guys do for a living? 

“Come on.” Satoru says, patting your thigh twice. 

You snap out of it and hop out of the car, eyes drawing to the two men next to you. Suguru stuffs his keys in his pocket and slides beside you, snaking his arm up your back. His hand rests against the nape of your neck, softly holding you. The act feels borderline protective.

You peer up at him and he grants you a smile before leading you next to him, guiding you by your neck towards the hotel entrance. It’s even nicer on the inside than it is on the outside. 

A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, you know that it must be made of glass but at first glance it looks like diamonds. There’s little dots along the walls from the reflection of the fine material, hypnotizing you. A soft tune echoes in the background, Mozart you think, that lulls you into a sense of relaxation. 

“Good afternoon.” The check in attendant nods at Suguru. 

Does this scene look weird to him? 

Suguru acts as though it’s completely normal, dipping his head down in response before facing forward again, heading towards the elevators. Maybe it was normal for Suguru. 

Maybe they’d done this countless times before, and you weren’t special. You have to remind yourself that that’s the point. You weren’t any better. In fact, you’re pretty sure you’re objectively worse. Tonight wouldn’t mean anything. Just a quick, nasty fuck. 

Out of your periphery you see Satoru jab his finger into the elevator button. He seems a bit impatient. Excited, maybe. 

He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, looking up as the numbers on the screen decrease, indicating the elevator was inching closer and closer. 

He’s a bit beautiful. 

You knew that before. But his beauty looks different under the fine chandelier light of the hotel. The way he looked in the dingy bar, although still incredibly attractive, was a far cry from how he appears now. Almost ethereal, you’d say. The warm glow of the lights above make him look like a painting. 

Suguru’s the same as Satoru. The lighting and surroundings of the hotel are making him appear even more stunning than before. When you peer up at him, he glances down and grins back at you. It feels like you’ve been caught red handed. You look away quickly, just in time to watch the elevator doors slide open. 

Satoru hops in and waits for you and Suguru to enter before pressing ‘18’. 

The music inside the elevator is much more quiet, yet you’re still grateful for it. You’re nervous, your fists clenching and unclenching at your sides. It was hard to believe that you were really doing this. The soft piano helps soothe your nerves, as you will your mind to stop racing.

Suguru’s hand slides off your neck and you find yourself almost missing the sensation. The warmth from his palm fades away, along with the sense of protection it provided. 

You only have a moments reprieve before the other man jumps at you. 

Satoru’s mouth is on yours in an instant, his tongue smoothing along your bottom lip. You groan in surprise before following along, letting your hands slide up his shirt. 

He’s muscular. 

Images flash in your brain of what he may look like shirtless. Your mind paints up a mouthwatering scene, full of hard lines and bulging muscles.

Your mouth opens to accept him, his tongue quickly entangling with yours. It’s hot and messy. Spit dribbles from the sides of your lips, and you can hardly catch your breath. 

“Don’t be so greedy, Satoru.” Suguru chides. 

Shit, you had almost forgotten he was there. 

Embarrassment fills your veins instantly. It suddenly hits you that you were going to have sex with both of them. How was this going to work? The idea seems daunting. 

Satoru grunts in retaliation and you almost think he doesn’t want to share. The man proves you wrong though, when he tugs you forward towards him. His body crashes against yours, and you have to hold his firm biceps to stabilize yourself. Suguru glides behind you, his hands quickly finding your hips. 

You’re trapped. 

Satoru parts from your lips, a thin string of saliva snapping once he removes himself. Your mind is crowded by lust as you look up at him with heavy lids. 

You want more. 

It’s a good thing there were two of them. 

Suguru grips your chin from behind and turns your head sideways, pressing his mouth against yours. His lips aren’t as sweet as Satoru, but it makes your knees weak all the same. 

Suguru is more methodical in his approach. He waits until you’re reaching a hand down, squeezing his arm against your waist. With a chuckle he parts his lips, sliding his tongue along your mouth, the movement painfully slow.

Satoru has moved his focus to your neck now. He’s kissing and biting down the column of your throat, the heat from his breathing making you shiver. You use your other hand to glide through his hair, urging him forward to continue his attack on your throat. 

Only when he starts sucking do you realize the severity of his actions. 

“N-no hickeys.” You tear yourself away from Suguru to say. 

Satoru looks at you for a second before chuckling, dragging his tongue up your throat. “Sure thing, princess.” 

Your shoulders sag in relief as you feel Satoru begin to go easy on you, only licking and kissing your tender flesh. You’re grateful you caught him in time. 

Suguru kisses you once more and you moan, a sound that spurs the two men on. Satoru raises a hand to paw at your breasts through your dress, and Suguru’s grip has tightened. 

The elevator dings just in time. 

Your entanglement felt longer than a life time, but it couldn’t have been more than two minutes. Suguru reluctantly tears himself away from you, watching as you catch your breath. Satoru is a bit more stubborn, only stopping once you say his name. 

Luckily the hallway in front of you is empty. The three of you step out, and you let them guide you to their room. 

“Here we are.” Satoru murmurs. 

Suguru, apparently master of the keys, lifts up a card and unlocks the door. When it opens he pushes the door in, letting you and Satoru go first. 

The room is huge. 

There’s a living room with a decent sized kitchen, along with two doors that can only lead to what you assume to be bedrooms. 

“Home sweet home,” Satoru lifts up a hand, waving it towards their hotel room. “Well, I guess hotel sweet hotel-“ 

“Satoru.” You all but plead, looking up at him desperately. 

His eyes flick down to you and he grins before stepping closer. 

“Sorry baby, you need something, huh?” He crashes his lips against yours again. 

The kiss is even more urgent this time around. Satoru lifts his glasses up blindly, before walking backwards to lead you further inside. 

You reach behind your back and pat around, trying to feel for your zipper. You need your clothes off now. When you don’t feel the flimsy tab, you turn around and look over your shoulder as if that will help any.  

“Keep having your fun, princess.” Suguru murmurs, his fingers expertly finding the elusive zipper. 

You whine and face forward again, kissing Satoru once more. Suguru carefully pulls it down, a cool rush of air grazing your back once it’s open. 

He leans down and kisses your spine, slowly making his way up while you shove your tongue down Satoru’s throat. 

The room’s spinning, you’re sure of it. 

Suguru takes his lips off your back so he can slide the dress off your shoulders, his hands grazing your skin causing you to break out in goosebumps. 

The dress falls to the floor, leaving you exposed in only your bra and underwear. It was an expensive set, one you had bought years ago yet hadn’t gotten much of a use out of. 

Satoru pulls his lips away to glance down at your figure before looking back up at your face. Your lips are swollen, eyes fluttering in need. 

“Shit…” he whispers to himself before kissing you again. 

Suguru’s hands roam your body, letting you have your playtime as he explores your skin. His palms glide against your stomach and thighs, moving slowly. 

You must be soaked already. 

Satoru tears himself back again, hands reaching for his shirt. He undresses in a matter of seconds, leaving himself only in his underwear. His body is even more amazing than you had conjured up in your mind. 

He was muscular without being overtly so, leaning more towards the body of a runner. His skin is pale, matching the tone of his hair. 

You run your hands up his stomach to his chest, letting your fingers dance along the grooves of his muscles. His head hangs low as he watches you drag your nails against him. 

Suguru stands next to you as he pulls his shirt off his head, the action catching your eye. You turn around and allow your gaze to float down to his chest. He looks just as perfect as Satoru. 

You tug Suguru closer and kiss him, his slow pace allowing you a chance to recuperate. 

“Want you to sit on my face.” Satoru says, his hands skirting along your body. 

So much for recuperating. 

“O-okay.” 

Satoru leads you and Suguru into one of the bedrooms before making himself comfortable on the bed. His form takes up the whole length of the bed, head at the end as he looks up expectantly. 

You look over your shoulder to see Suguru watching you. His lids are heavy as he stares at you, desire unmistakably falling over his features. He dips his head as if he was comforting you, or giving you permission. You slide your underwear off before tossing a leg over Satoru’s face, lowering yourself just above his mouth. You’re facing the end of the bed, Suguru standing in front of you. 

“So fucking wet.” Satoru mumbles to himself before sticking his tongue out, tugging your hips down until he meets your pussy. 

“F-fuck!” You moan, your hand latching onto his white locks. 

“That feel good?” Suguru asks. 

You bite your lip and look up at him, watching as his hand reaches down to unbuckle his pants. The sight makes you flustered. He maintains eye contact as he tugs them down, his cock still contained behind his underwear. 

“Open.” He says in a hushed tone. 

Your lips part, jaw dropping open at his order. 

“Atta girl.” 

Suguru eases his thumb into your mouth, watching as your lips wrap around him. You suck softly, bobbing your head as you lick the sides of his thumb. 

He looks delighted as you perform for him. You try your best to focus on the task at hand, but Satoru is making it increasingly difficult. His tongue is sticking out, flicking against your swollen clit. He drags it down before teasing your entrance, poking in several times before retreating to suck on your nub. 

You tug at his hair, grinding your body down against him. His hands have a tight grip on your ass, helping you hump against his mouth. 

“There you go, ride my fucking face.” Satoru growls below you. 

Your eyes roll back in your head, the pleasure coursing through your body. 

Suguru uses his other hand to pull down his boxers, allowing his cock to jump free. Everything feels too good. When you look back down, the sight makes you lightheaded. His cock is hard, tip leaky with anticipation as he watches you. 

He pumps it several times before reaching down to grab your free hand. Suguru wraps it around his cock, giving you free reign to pump him. 

His thumb never leaves your mouth. You’re sort of glad it doesn’t. If it did, you aren’t sure how loud you would be moaning. 

Suguru looks at your face as you begin to jack him off. He’s far more interested in watching you suck his thumb.

Satoru sucks on your clit, his eyes closed as he focuses on your body. You can feel yourself drip into him. 

“You gonna cum for us? On Satoru’s face?” Suguru coos. 

You moan around his thumb and squeeze your eyes shut. Fuck, you were going to cum on Satoru’s face. Soon, probably. 

Your palm slides down Suguru’s cock as your fist fucks him. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, his precum making the glide that much easier. 

Satoru speeds his actions up, his lips wrapped tightly around your nub. Your body tightens up in response, and you begin to cum. 

Satoru aides you through your orgasm, sucking the entire time as you twist above him. Your hand slows against Suguru’s cock as you pant around his thumb. 

Satoru flicks his tongue against your clit slowly before removing his mouth from you, allowing you to slide off his face. 

He sits up once you’re off, his chin completely covered in your essence. You’re almost embarrassed. Satoru looks unaffected, letting his tongue clean the cum on his lips. 

“Let’s go baby.” Satoru says. 

Suguru eases his thumb from your mouth, chuckling at the whimper you let out. You were really starting to get into it, too. 

Satoru helps you get onto your hands and knees, facing forward towards Suguru. Suguru reaches down to unclasp your bra, pulling it off your body before tossing it to the side. Your nipples instantly harden from the cold air. 

Satoru smoothes his hands down your back while admiring your trembling form beneath him. Aftershocks from your previous orgasm were still racking through your body. He tears his gaze away to look at the bedside table, grumbling before he finds what he’s looking for. You hear the sound of a condom being opened as you stare at Suguru’s cock. 

Would you be able to fit that in your mouth? 

“Alright,” Satoru mumbles, sliding the condom on before lining himself up with your entrance.

You part your lips, waiting for Suguru to slide himself in your mouth. Satoru’s cock pokes at your entrance, pushing past as he sinks into your pussy. You groan, your walls rushing to accommodate the stretch. 

Satoru’s jaw is clenched as he looks down, watching your pussy greedily accept him, squeezing his cock until he’s finally all of the way in. 

He pauses for a moment, and you slip Suguru’s cock into your mouth. His tip eases past your lips, precum dripping onto your taste buds as he pushes himself in further. 

You gag a bit, nose flaring as you try to breathe around his cock. It’s more difficult than you anticipated, drool sliding down your chin as you go as far as you can. 

Satoru begins to shallowly pump inside you, while Suguru starts to rock his hips. 

It doesn’t take long before Satoru is fucking you properly, the slick of your cum making it easy to glide inside you. Suguru lets you control the pace, bobbing your head against his cock as you swallow around him. 

Satoru pushes against your gspot with each thrust, the sensation making you moan around Suguru. 

This felt so good, you were left wondering why you didn’t do it sooner. 

Satoru groans behind you, feeling like his cock was being choked by your pussy. He reaches down and his fingers find your clit, rubbing in tight circles. You moan and your pussy tightens around Satoru in reaction. 

“Thaaaat’s it.” Satoru sounds almost breathless. “Bet your husband doesn’t fuck you this good, does he?” 

You stutter around Suguru, confusion sparking inside you. 

Husband?

How did he know?

Satoru laughs loudly, continuing to fuck into you. 

“What? You didn’t think we’d notice?” Suguru inserts himself into the discussion. “There’s a tan line around your ring finger, darling.”

Satoru thrusts into you even harder. “No hickeys? Come on.” His fingers speed up around your clit, making you moan against Suguru. “So I’ll repeat myself, your husband doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?” 

The humiliation was almost suffocating, yet it turned you on so badly you could hardly stand it. 

Suguru pulls himself from your throat, watching as you loudly gasp for air. 

You feel ruined. But you like it. 

“N-no,” you moan out. 

“No? That’s right.” Satoru mumbles under his breath. 

With each thrust it feels like he’s knocking all common sense from you. Your fingers dig into the sheets below, hoping it will relieve some of the pressure but all it manages to do is crumple the bedding. 

Suguru presses himself back into your throat, throwing his head back as you bob your head along him. You run your tongue down the sides of his cock, stroking him as you suck. 

“Can tell you aren’t happy with him, you just needed to be fucked properly, is that right?” Satoru continues. 

You moan around Suguru, unable to reply. Satoru understands the sentiment, pressing harder against your clit. You tighten up around him again, unable to control the way your cunt squeezes him. He keeps filling you up, his cock somehow pressing into all the right places. You’re getting close to cumming again, body begging for the sensation once more. 

Satoru’s hands are gripping your hips hard, so hard that there’s a voice in the back of your brain telling you he may leave marks, but you’re in too deep already. Drool is seeping from your lips, hanging in strings down your chin as you swallow Suguru’s cock. You wonder who’s going to cum first. 

Your orgasm inches closer, made possible by the strum of Satoru’s fingers against your needy clit. He’s groaning behind you, the sounds spurring you on. 

“Come on, come on baby. Cum on my cock.” He urges with a groan. 

Your pussy clenches around his cock hard and you release, cumming harder than you ever have before. 

“Just like that, just like that.” He talks you through it, a whimper breaking his voice. 

Suguru makes good use of your slack jaw, pounding so hard into your throat that you surmise it’s going to bruise. There’s no oxygen in your brain, no thoughts in your head, just pure bliss as you cum on Satoru. 

“You’re gonna make me-“ Satoru lets out a long moan, hips jerking against you, his cock twitching as he fills the condom with his cum. 

You’re trying to breathe heavily through your nose as you come down, allowing Suguru to use you as he sees fit. His face is concentrated as he stares down at you, admiring the mess you’ve become as he fucks your throat. He swears under his breath before coming to a stop, spurting hot cum in your mouth. 

You struggle to swallow it all, briefly feeling like you were drowning in the fluid, before you gulp it down. It’s messy, some of his cum paints your lips as he slides his now softening cock out of your mouth. 

The room is filled with the sounds of your mixed panting, bodies all entering a state of relaxation. Satoru eases himself from your pussy, inhaling sharply as he slips out. He removes the condom, tying it before tossing it into the bin beside the bed. You’re in complete bliss, fucked out from every orifice. 

Suguru smoothes your hair down and finds a washcloth to wipe the filth from your lips, smiling to himself at your expression. 

“You can stay the night, if you’d like.” Satoru says as he relaxes on the bed. 

He glances at the clock and ascertains that it’s much later than you were intending. You mumble to yourself and nod, not fully comprehending what ramifications may be waiting at home for you. 

Satoru opens the blankets for you, waiting as Suguru cleans between your legs. The actions are a bit sweet. Everything is. You were expecting them to kick you to the curb after you had sex, so you’re pleasantly surprised when they slide in bed next to you, laying on either side. 

Satoru’s arms are wrapped tightly around your frame as you nod off, and you feel truly happy for the first time in years. 

~~~

You aren’t sure what wakes you up in the morning. Your internal clock, maybe. Your body is sore as you groan, flipping onto your back. The hotel ceiling greets you as you crack your eyes open. A brief bit of panic courses through you. 

So last night was real, huh? 

You turn your head and notice the bed beside you is completely devoid of anyone else, both men seemingly having vanished. You aren’t sure if you feel more sad or relieved. Sad because you enjoyed their presence, but relieved because now you could pretend like nothing happened. 

Is that what you wanted to do? 

You were having a hard time believing that that would be easy, that you could go back to your old life and be content when you knew there was so much more out there. 

You sit up and look towards the clock. You were in deep shit. There’s a note on the beside table that catches your attention. You lift it up, reading the words on the page. It fills you with a deep sense of satisfaction once you notice a phone number on it.

“Call us if you want to have a good time. -Satoru and Suguru.” 

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[greenfuls-secret-chambers]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The Crypt

4000+ words

Tags: smut, fluff, friends to lovers

Characters are ages up! (7th year of Hogwarts)

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56319064

Summary: M/C and Sebastian walking through the forest.

Laughing back and forth at what the other'n has to say

Reminiscing this and that and having such a good time

Till M/C falls through ground on this beautiful day

M/C and Sebastian are walking through the forbidden forest, searching for horklumps to brew a big batch of wiggenweld potion. It was nice taking little adventure like these. As much as they enjoyed fighting beside each other, they never minded just going off and foraging potion ingredients together.

Sebastian walks along side M/C, looking at the trees and scenery around them both

“This place is a lot quieter than usual...it's kind of refreshing to just come here and relax...”

“Tell me about it, besides the giant spiders and other deadly creatures, this place sure is peaceful when you just take it in.” M/C looks around, feeling the sunlight hit her face between the leaves of the trees.

“True true...”

Sebastian leans against a tree trunk, his brown hair slightly messy from all the walking. He gives her a bright smile as he shuts his eyes, taking in a nice relaxing breath.

“You know...I never would have thought my last few years at Hogwarts would have been as...interesting as these have been...mostly thanks to you...”Sebastian chuckled softly.

M/C laughs, “Interesting is one way to phrase it. Between escaping death to becoming the savior of Hogwarts, it seems like we haven’t had time to stop to breathe, I feel somewhat bad though. I brought more trouble into your life than you could bring yourself.” She playfully hit his shoulder.

Sebastian laughs along with her, gently rubbing his shoulder after M/C playfully hit him. “Well what can I say...I've always been a magnet for trouble...but I'd rather have interesting chaos than boring peace, wouldn’t you agree?”

Sebastian moves away from the tree, giving M/C a warm smile. “Besides, I wouldn't trade our...interesting adventures together for anything in the world.”

She smiles at him,

“ Well I’m glad you see it that way. If I’m being completely honest, I don’t know how I would have gotten through 5th year without you and Ominis.”

She reaches around in her bag grabbing the picnic blanket. “Are you hungry? I brought us some food. This would be a nice spot to sit down for a second. We aren’t having any luck with finding these Horklumps.”

Sebastian watches intently with a small smile as she gets the picnic blanket out”

Oh yes yes, I'm starving, let's take a break.”

He helps her set the blanket on the ground, sitting down on the soft fabric and leaning against the nearby tree. “You know for these last few months...you've been a great friend,”

Sebastian shuts his eyes again, taking another nice relaxing breath. “ I'm definitely going to miss you as I move on after Hogwarts...”

M/c starts to realize that graduation is coming up soon.

She thinks to herself, ‘I didn’t really think about the chance of all of us going off to do our own things. It makes me sad but I know I can always send an owl.’

She smiles bittersweetly,

“I’m going to miss you too. You better send me an owl while’s your out there becoming the best Auror this worlds ever seen! If I don’t hear from you I’m going to tract you down and give you an earful Sallow!”

Sebastian laughs, shaking his head jokingly. “Oh trust me, I'll be writing as soon as I can. Someone has to keep you from getting into any unnecessary trouble.”

Sebastian grabs a sandwich from the picnic basket and jokingly glares at you. “ So you better not be getting up to too much mischief without me around.”

He takes a bite from the sandwich and chuckles with a small grin. “ If I have to come back and save your neck again then you’re going to owe me a lot more than a butterbeer.”

She looks at him with a sarcastic look,

“Me? Getting into trouble?! Sebastian I think you’re talking about yourself here. I am a prime example of a law abiding witch!” M/C laughs out .

Sebastian jokingly rolls his eyes, gently shoving her with his shoulder. “Oh please, you and I both know that's a load of hippogriff dung. You've gotten into just as much trouble as I have during our time together...some of it wasn’t even your fault, but still.”

Sebastian shakes his head with a smile, munching down on another sandwich.

”Merlin...I'm going to miss your ridiculous sense of humor after we graduate...”

As you finish the last bite you look at him with a sad look.

“Sebastian don’t act like we are never gonna see each other again. We can always visit when we have the time.”

Sebastian's expression softens as he sees your sad look. “I...yeah...yeah you're right. Sorry...I...I don't know why I'm getting all weird and sad.”

He shakes his head with a small laugh. “Merlin, I don't know why I'm acting like we can’t see each other anymore after school. We do have owls and floo Powder we can use...”

Sebastian's expression turns more content, a small smile spreading across his face again.” I don't know why I was overthinking so much...”

“We’ll stop over thinking Sallow! Now come on! We have potion ingredients to forage and we are running low on daylight!”

With that M/C gets up and fold the blanket to put back in her satchel.

Sebastian gives a small laugh, standing up from the floor and stretching once he's fully upright. “Yeah, yeah. We can save the mushy sad talk for after we’ve found our horklumps and made a big batch of Wiggenweld potion.”

He gives you a teasing smirk. “Though I wonder if I need to keep an eye on you...just to make sure you won’t end up falling into another spider cave.”

As the two walk a little deeper into the forest they come across some ruins from an old temple.

“Oh please, I’ve fell into so many I can practically sniff them —“

Before M/C could finish her sentence, the stone floor beneath gave out causing her to fall 10ft down into a hole.

M/C hit a dirt floor. While on her back she looks up at Sebastian and the sunlight beaming in from the newly made opening.

Sebastian’s eyes widen with concern as the floor gives out. He rushes over quickly to the edge of the hole he just witnessed her fall into, quickly peering down and letting out a sigh of relief.

“Are....are you alright down there? Did anything break? You didn’t land on any stones or anything?”

Sebastian then peers up at the top of the hole and groans playfully. “I guess I should have expected you to jinx yourself into a pit.”

She looks up at him and groans,

“Yeah I’m alright, I’m just a little scraped up.” M/C stands up and rubs her ass from the soreness. She take a look around and notice that the crypt she fell into has a long dark passage way.

“Hey Sebastian,” M/C calls up, “you might wanna get down here. This is the perfect spot to find some horklumps.” She excitedly yelled.

Sebastian chuckles and then nods up at you. “Alright, give me a second. I’ll find a safer way down there.”

Within a few minutes, Sebastian soon jumps down into the hole, giving a small grunt as he lands on the dirt floor next to her. He gives a smirk.

“You certainly know how to fall into the most interesting situations imaginable, don’t you?”

His expression soon turns curious as he glances to the dark tunnel. “Do you think we should explore it?”

She looks at him with a smirk. “Is that even a question. Of course.”

M/C takes out her wand and cast Lumos. The light reveals a long passageway leading into what seems to be a room about 30ft down.

Sebastian gives a chuckle and smirks right back at M/C before pulling out his own wand and lighting it.

“You’re right, of course it’s not a question. Let's go!” He takes the lead and begins walking down the tunnel. “Just...try not to fall into anymore holes.” He calls back playfully.

The two of them walk for a few minutes, their wands being the only source of light as the two delve deeper and deeper into the long tunnel. “Hmm...I wonder what’s at the end here...”

As they walk towards opening, the pair is greeted with a very large room, and it in is enough horklumps to make plenty of wiggenweld potions to last them months.

“Oh my Merlin! SEBASTIAN LOOK.” M/C giggles with excitement. “We did it, we finally found them!”

She runs over and start plucking as many as she can and tossing them into her satchel.

Sebastian's eyes widen with surprise. He laughs brightly as he runs into the room, looking at all of the horklumps that were here for the taking. “Merlin’s beard, it's like we stumbled into a jackpot! We can make so many potions!”

He runs over to a nearby patch and begins carefully plucking as many as he can. The two of them have about half of the room cleared out when Sebastian suddenly stops, his expression turning puzzled.

“This feels oddly too easy. Something feels off here...”

M/c looks at him with a deadpan expression and opens her mouth to speak, but before she could, the passageway they came through suddenly starts to crumble, leaving them trapped in the large room.

M/c looks around trying to find another way out, but all she sees is some strange writing carved out on the stone walls of the crypt.

Sebastian freezes as the entrance starts crumbling, his expression slowly shifting from puzzlement to anxiety as the realization of being trapped in here settles in.

“Merlin's beard, no no no...We can't be stuck in here! “

He looks around desperately and suddenly catches a glimpse of the writing on the wall. “Hm...what is that?” He squints as he slowly walks over, trying to make out what the ancient writings said.

“Do you think those...”

His expression turns to shock as he suddenly realizes what he's reading.

M/c looks at him with horror.

“What?!? What do they say”

Sebastian rubs his forehead in worry, running his fingers through his black hair as he looks at the ancient writing.

“I can’t believe it...it says a curse was put on this room...it's suppose to trap treasure hunters and prevent them from escaping.”

He groans in frustration. “Dammit...I never should have trusted this room was so filled with ingredients.”

He turns to her with a concerned expression, his green eyes filled with worry. “We're stuck in here.”

“We are never stuck, there has got to be a way out of here.” She sit down to take a moment to breathe and collect her thoughts. “Let’s just come up with a plan, I know with the two of us we can put our heads together and figure out how to get the hell out of here.”

Sebastian gives a soft chuckle, a small smile returning to his face. “You're right...you're right, we can do this. We’ve escaped death together before...we can escape this room together as well.”

He shuts his eyes for a second and takes a moment to think.

“Okay...let’s see here…there’s no secret door way to this room. We could...Merlin, you're not going to like this, I know you won't, but we could try and wait it out?”

M/C leans her head back against the wall and sighs.

“Until we come up with a plan. We might as well.”

It starts to get colder in the crypt, it was already late in the day before falling into the tomb, judging by the temperature change, it’s already night fall. M/C starts to take whatever she can find that’s flammable in her bag to make a fire.

Sebastian begins collecting any sticks and twigs that were around the piles of horklumps and makes a little makeshift fire pit. He gets the fire started and warms his hands over the crackling fire. He glances over at M/C for a moment, his expression softening as he looks at her.

“Don’t suppose you have some butterbeers in your satchel do you? I could go for something strong to drink while we wait.”

M/C smile deviously,

“Welllll…. I don’t have butterbeer, but I do have a flask of fire whiskey I might be willing to share.”

Sebastian’s expression brightens as soon as you say you have whiskey. He chuckles and nods his head.

“Oh thank Merlin, I could use something strong to drink. You keep the weirdest things in your bag, you know that?” Sebastian laughs jokingly.

M/c passes him the flask.

“Hey I’m always prepared. There no shame in that. The only thing I don’t have in here is something to get us THE HELL OUT OF THIS DAMN CRYPT.” She groans.

Sebastian takes the flask and takes a swig, the liquor burning down his throat. He gives a small cough after the alcohol makes contact with his throat. He soon laughs and puts the flask back down next to him.

“You have no shame keeping stuff like fire whiskey in your bag and no shame in falling into a pit right in front of me.”He gives a chuckle and shakes his head in amusement.

“I can't decide if you always have the best or worst luck.”

She laughs, “Well you see, it’s more of a balance, I can’t always have good luck. I’d be unstoppable in this world.” M/C grabs the flask and take another gulp of fire whiskey and passes it back to him.

“So Sallow, how does it feel being stuck in a dark crypt with the Savior of Hogwarts.” She teases.

Sebastian laughs softly and takes the flask from her, taking another swig of the liquor. He lets the fire whiskey burn down his throat and warm him up.

“You're right...it’s gotta be balanced. It’s better than ending up stuck in a room with anyone from the Jackdaw family though. “

He takes another sip from the fire whiskey, raising an eyebrow at M/C. “You know, now that we have some time on our hands, I can finally get an answer from you about something we never discuss...”

M/C starts to feel heat in her face, not being able to tell if it’s from the fire in front of them or from the fire whiskey.

“Well ask away, I am an open book!”

Sebastian chuckles softly but then gives another small cough from the fire whiskey. He rubs his throat gently and lets out a small breath before looking back up at her with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Alright...but if I ask something, I want an honest answer from you.”

He pauses for a second and thinks on what he wants to ask.

“So...I know you’ve kissed Garreth Weasley and Poppy Sweeting and Amit Thakkar when all of those people were daring you to at that party last year.”

He pauses,

“But I was wondering...”

M/C laughs thinking back to the party. She had had way too many drinks that night and after a while things were just a little blurry.

“Yes I somewhat remember that instance, what about it Sallow?” She cocks her head to the side and smirks.

Sebastian laughs softly and takes another swig from the fire whiskey, letting the liquor burn down his throat before looking back to M/C with a smirk.

“Well...I know you kissed all of those people...and you never really mentioned why you didn’t kiss me at all that night.”

He rubs the back of his neck as he gives a cheeky smile. “I mean...I know I’m quite the handsome devil, I can’t think of any reason why you wouldn’t kiss me.”

M/C grab the flask and finishes off the rest of the fire whiskey. She looks at him with a great big smile.

“Well to be fair… you never really asked, and I wasn’t dared, so why would I?”

Her cheeks burn bright red from the fire whiskey, and her arms and legs start to feel a loose.

Sebastian laughs softly, shaking his head in amusement. “Oh really? You didn’t want to kiss me, a handsome devil like myself, because you needed to be asked first? I didn’t think you were such a good girl, M/C”

He then smirks playfully as he slowly scoots a bit closer to her.

“I’m asking now. What are you gonna do now?”

“Well that depends Sallow, am I being asked or being dared.” Smirking at him, M/C leans closer to his face, taking in his handsome features. his cologne fills her senses as her eyes slightly close.

Sebastian laughs softly as he meets her daring, teasing expression. His green eyes shine with playful flirtation as he sees her lean close to his body. He reaches slowly to gently cup her face in his hand and leans closer, his lips hovering right over M/C’s.

“Consider yourself dared.”

He smirks playfully before pulling her head forward and closing the space between their lips, planting a hot and eager kiss upon her lips.

She scoots closer to him and throws her hands in his hair, playing with the wild curly strands.

Sebastian presses his lips to hers with passion, his heart pounding harder and faster in his chest as her hands tangle in his hair. He pulls M/C closer against his body as he begins to explore her silken lips with his own. His tongue soon runs across her bottom lip and flicks against M/C’s own tongue eagerly, silently asking to deepen this kiss with each passing second.

She open my mouth to oblige, slightly tugging on his hair in the meantime.

Sebastian’s hands grip M/C’s hips firmly as her tongue meets his own and begin a heated dance between the two of their mouths. He presses his body even closer to her, a low groan slipping out of his throat as she tugs on his hair. He suddenly shifts his body, pushing M/C into the ground as he kisses her even deeper.

As M/C’s back hits the ground she lets out a low, quite moan in between kisses, “Sebastian….”

Sebastian groans as he hears M/C’s moan in between kisses, his body pressing against hers from above. He pulls back for a moment and looks down at her with hooded eyes filled with desire.

“Merlin…M/C…do you know how long have I waited to finally hear you moan like that?”

He leans back down and hungrily kisses

M/C’s neck, his kisses becoming more passionate and needy as he begins to grind his body against hers.

M/C lifts her hips up in response, trying to find some relief from the built up tension in her core. “Please don’t tease me… I can’t take it, I’m getting so hot.”

Sebastian smirks from this response, “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? How many nights I’ve dreamt of having you under me? I’m going to take my time sweetheart.”

He then starts to guide his hands up to the buttons of her blouse, with one quick rip, her shirt flys open, buttons scattering all over the crypt.

He looks down at her breast and moans. “Merlin don’t you look delicious, I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”

M/C looks up at him with rosy cheeks, slightly from embarrassment and partly from the fire whiskey. She still tries to grind her hips upwards, attempting to satisfy her core that is screaming with need.

Sebastian snakes one hand behind her and unclasp M/C’s bra, pulling it off of her and throwing it in the near by corner. He moves his hand to her right breast and starts to pinch her nipple, rolling it in between his thumb and index.

She arches her back and moans loudly. “Seb… Sebastian please, I can’t take this much longer. Please… please don’t tease me.

He looks down at her and smirks, “Poor M/C, is your cunt throbbing? Here I might be able to help.”

He slowly drags his free hand down her abdomen and slips it under her skirt, pulling her panties to the side. He slowly starts to rub her clit and she moans.

“That’s a good girl M/C.” He groans out, lowering his face so he is whispering in her ear. “I’m gonna get you ready so you can take my cock. It might sting a little but it’ll feel so good.”

Without warning Sebastian inserts two fingers inside of her, pumping in and out of her tight cunt.

“Fuck, faster please, I need more please.” M/C begs out, throwing her head back from pleasure.

Sebastian pulls his fingers out without warning.

She leans up slightly, looking at him confused, ready to protest, until she starts to watch him remove his belt and pull down his trousers, revealing a very large and hard cock.

“You like what you see sweetheart?” He smirked deviously, “You’ve got a bit of drool on the corner of your mouth. I would offer to fill it but I just can’t stop thinking about how your pussy is going to feel around me.”

Sebastian then pushed her skirt up around her waist and lifts her hips. He lined himself up with her entrance and slowly pushed in.

They both moaned out in unison.

With a pained looks on his face Sebastian takes his sweet time pushing in all the way to the hilt.

“For Merlin’s sake, you’re a lot tighter than I have ever dreamed. I may not last long if you keep squeezing around my cock like that.”

Sebastian pulled out slowly causing

M/C to whimper from the loss. Before she could even catch her breath he slams back into, starting to thrust in rough rhythm.

“Sebastian..slow down! I’m going… to cu-..” M/C was cut off by her orgasm.

He continued to thrust into her roughly and fast. Looking down at her while eyes close and she moans loudly. He pulls out one last time, slamming into her, letting out a low moan.

“Fuck! Goddamn I didn’t expect to cum that fast. Your pussy feels like it was blessed my Merlin..” Sebastian huffs out, sitting back on his legs, trying to catch his breathe.

Trying to catch her own breath, M/C look up at him with wide eyes, feeling a slight breeze dance across her face.

“Sebastian, I’m not going crazy am I? I feel wind from somewhere.”

Sebastian snaps out of his lust-filled haze, breaking away from M/C’s face to see where the sudden breeze is coming from. His expression quickly shifts from playful and happy to surprised and confused as he looks around to spot the air source.

“…Huh? Where the hell is that coming from? I feel it too!”

He suddenly stands up and looks to the left of them. Sure enough, he realizes there’s a way out of here.

M/C look over at him,

“Sebastian! Wherever that’s coming from surely has to be out way out of this hell hole!”

Sebastian runs over to where the breeze feels the strongest.

“You’re right! There’s a crack in this wall! I can see the forest M/C! “

He quickly draws his wand casting bombarda. The wall in front of them crumbles, showing the bittersweet view of the forbidden forest. Both of them run out of the crypt, feeling relieved.

“Well damn! We finally got out of that hellish hole after all!” Sebastian laughs, smiling ear to ear.

M/C takes a look around, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air.

She turns to Sebastian overwhelmed with joy from their lucky escape.

“Hey Sebastian…”

He looks back at her. “Yes M/C?”

“I love you.”

“I.. love you too.”

[haze-of-hyperfixations]

🍄, 🦴, and 🧩 for the writers ask game

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

(i have so many headcanons about every dynamic ever, and they all conveniently vanish the moment i am asked to name one, ha.)

hmm....for Perimedes and Elpenor from Epic the Musical, i have a headcanon that they're in a qpr. and yeah, i know that's modern terminology and they are from ancient greece. (i did a research paper about qprs once, fun fact.) but also: a. you don't need a modern explanation of a concept for that concept to exist in a historical context. b. Perimedes uses the word "yeet" in his cut song, rendering any arguments about historical accuracy invalid. c. i'm having fun and no one can stop me. :)

i also think the idea of Perimedes sometimes calling Elpenor "El" is cute. <3

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

oh, there's a lot. my writing in general is inspired by a lot of media. but my venture into the world of ao3 in the first place was because of this series:

and, if i remember correctly, it really inspired me to start getting more into fic writing. it probably also influenced the way i write, since i read it at around the time i was kind of figuring all that out. incredibly good series! <3

as for specific fics, i have so many playlists for inspiration. one of the fics i'm currently working on was completely inspired by the song Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. (it's a Parallels fic still in my drafts, but if i ever finish it, it's gonna have so much found family trope and it's gonna be great)

oh, and my most recent fic, this one:

you know what inspired it? i was on pinterest, and i saw this photo of eggs:

and i got kinda emotional about how much i liked that photo. idk, i was already in a vaguely-sentimental-fic-writer mood, and that photo somehow just opened the floodgates of ideas in my head. the actual fic is only vaguely related to the photo through the fact that both involve cooking eggs, but nevertheless, some photographer out there is directly responsible for the existence of my current most comforting oneshot for me to reread. and i think that's really neat. i love humanity and art and connection and inspiration. <3

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

okay, so i tried to think of a new answer to this question, but i couldn't think of one, so i'll just copy-paste my answer from three days ago:

okay, with every answer i try to think of for this one, i immediately think of exceptions. because i have a long track record of being in microscopically small fandoms, and if one of those fandoms got a new fic, there is very, very little that would stop me from reading it to the end. i guess if the entire fic was untagged, very explicit smut, then i would click away immediately. (although most authors i've seen do tag well. so i would probably know without clicking that it's something i won't be really comfortable reading. everyone say thank you for the tag system <3)

yeah, i never really have an interesting answer for this one, ha. i have exactly 2 authors muted on ao3. one was because they had hundreds of fics in many fandom tags that i searched a lot, all of which were exclusively a specific trope that made me really uncomfortable. the other one, i don't remember; no works are showing on the account anymore, but it was probably a similar situation if i felt the need to mute them. other than that, i haven't really been let down by the tag system yet, which i guess is a pretty good thing. :)

thanks for the ask!! :)

[daz4i]

My fic preference is character focused long fics :D Thank u king ur saving me some of the soul searching work 🙏

ah ofc!!! ^w^ i don't have a lot of those on hand i think 🤔 but lemme link the ones i do, and in the same breath i'll encourage my followers to reblog with their own recommendations for you 🤲

skk + platonic dazai&atsushi, dazai backstory, p lighthearted even tho it handles topics like trauma and other regular dazai related angst!

apologies for the weird link^ i think it's bc it's only available for logged in users (i just hope the link works properly 😭). very sweet t4t skk 👀 warning for heavy topics like self harm and suicidal thoughts. also in case that's a dealbreaker, this one has a lot of smut so heads up for that! 🫡

i'm gonna be so fr with you it's been a year since i read that one so i don't remember much. but i remember it was good 👍 and overall character focused! and i remember liking chuuya's characterization which i assume is what you're looking for rn :P

also idk if this is what you're looking for exactly but:

i can't not rec this one bc it's my favorite. and i looove chuuya there but i'd call this one more plot focused than character focused really 🤔 also please mind the tags!

aaaaand i think that's it 🙏 i hope these suffice at least as a start! and i once again encourage my followers to give you their own recs in the notes c:

[shivunin]

🎇20 Questions for Fic Writers🎇

Thanks for the tag @greypetrel my dear!

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 35

2. what’s your total ao3 word count? 641,898

3. what fandoms do you write for? So far? Dragon Age (all three games), but I have unfinished Mass Effect and BG3 things as well c:

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

-Your Fate for Mine (A "what if the Inquisitor was left behind in the Fade?" AU | Cullavellan | 129,681 words)

-Unyielding/Inexorable (Cullen throws hands with a member of the nobility at the Winter Palace; the follow-up is about a duel to settle things | Cullavellan | 3,083 and 8,055 words respectively)

-More than Memory (Smut about cultural differences and expressing one's needs | Cullavellan | 5,214 words)

-Search Your Hands (An exploration of the Dalish courting gift tradition with some mild smutty elements | Cullavellan | 13,581 words) (it doesn't have the most kudos, but this is by a significant margin my most-liked fic with respect to the views: kudos: bookmarks ratio)

-Wander the Drifting Roads (A "Cullen is infected with red lyrium" AU, but the focus is on how memory forms who we are and why the loss of it changes everything | Cullavellan | 108,331 words)

5. do you respond to comments? Yes, excepting the rare occasions that they are just emojis because (though I appreciate them!!) I never know what to say dsfahkjsfhk. The more I cherish a comment, the longer it takes me to answer (because I am hugging them to my chest and sobbing)

6. what’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hmmm Palimpsest, I think, because it ends with Fenris just after the Act 2 breakup and things are somewhat bleak. I am definitely more a happy endings kind of gal. Or a "if it's not fixed, it's not the end" sort, maybe.

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Pour Forth (the Fenris not crying fic) I think? To the Bone (Cullavellan soulmate AU) is right up there, I think.

8. do you get hate on fics? I've had a couple of snarky comments about my writing style, but people have generally been very sweet.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind? Lol. Yes. I find it harder to write smut for some pairings than others, but I really enjoy writing smut. I think smut can be a very incisive window into a pairing's dynamic and feelings about intimacy. What's more, I think I'm decent at writing it haha

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written? Not really! I don't see myself doing so, either. Just not my cup of tea.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. have you ever had a fic translated? I have not

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I have rp'd one of my Dragon Age OC's in a narrative context (which is sort of similar, I think)

14. what’s your all-time favorite ship? October/Tybalt. I will never write fic for the October Daye series, but I would die for them. Their whole battle couple (opposites attract, damaged people finding vulnerability and love, aggrieved rogue chases Hero around) dynamic has got me twirling my hair, kicking my feet, etc.

But of course, all of the DA ships I write for are a very close second place. Just all jammed uncomfortably in the doorway at once, Fenris's gauntlets poking poor Emma in the arm and Cullen's breastplate caught between Wen and the doorway, etc.

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? The Red Crossing Arrangement, my "what if the elves never lost Halamshiral" arranged marriage AU. The concept is so unimaginably cool, but there is a level of worldbuilding required to make it work that eventually sucked all the fun out of the project for me. Ideally...someday, I'll pick it back up again because I love the concept.

16. what are your writing strengths? This is always such a hard question to answer. It's going to sound vague, but I think one of my greatest skills is voice. I am pretty good at matching character and narrative voice to canon. I also think conveying emotions in a visceral way? I hope so, anyway c:

17. what are your writing weaknesses? Scenery. By like a very very big margin. Every first draft has almost no description of scenery in it, so I have a huge amount of respect for writers who are skilled at that. It's definitely my biggest challenge (I fall into the same trap when I'm DM'ing too T.T)

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Ehhhh mixed. I wouldn't want to screw up someone else's actual language, so I'd only want to do it if I knew someone who could proof it for me or if I knew the language myself. I only know Latin (rusty) and Spanish (intermediate) besides English, so I'll likely stick to what I know. I have written very brief dialogue in both Spanish and Latin for fics, though. More as a way of evoking the culture of the person speaking than for any other reason.

19. first fandom you wrote for? hahaha. well. Code Lyoko when I was 13. And then not at all again until I was 28.

20. favorite fic you’ve ever written? :C I have to choose one?? Aside from any of the ones mentioned above, Breath of Life (Zev almost dies in the fight against Taliesen, because it's one of my favorite tropes) or A Golden Bell Hung in my Heart (because it's DA flavored with The Last Unicorn and I wrote it for a dear friend; what's not to love?) or As Two Reflected Stars (because it's quintessential hurt/comfort wound-tending and I adore that most of all)

Tagging back (no pressure, feel free not to do this): @star--nymph @zenstrike @jtownnn @idolsgf @dreadfutures @scribbledquillz @ndostairlyrium @vakarians-babe @nightwardenminthara @heniareth @transprincecaspian and anyone else I usually tag but am forgetting somehow---you're supposed to be here, I swear, but tonight my brain is tapioca pudding.

[dandywonderous]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @kiaxet

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

210, but about 110 of those have been copied over from my old FFN account (almost all of the One Piece fics, basically).

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

709,457

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I'm mostly only writing for Rise of the TMNT, but I have written a lot for One Piece and Free!, as well as Twisted Wonderland, Persona 5, Fire Emblem 3 Houses, FFXV, KnB, and others.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good (ROTTMNT) 2. Tight Fit (FFXV) 3. Tapping Out (ROTTMNT) 4. Lab Accident (ROTTMNT) 5. Things Overheard (Hiding Under the Bed of the King of Athens) (Hades)

5. Do you respond to comments?

No |'D I don't know why but it just gives me anxiety so I don't. I do appreciate the comments, I'm just bad at responding. I'm sorry!

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

Probably this old fic where Sanji just dies in the end, but I think I have fics that are angstier in the middle even if they end better. For something that's not just the character dying, probably Herbal Tea (ROTTMNT), or maybe Failures and Heroes (You and Me) (ROTTMNT)

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

Most of my fics have happy endings so this is hard! Probably a tie between Tight Fit and IMBI, since those have their central characters going through pure hell but getting all kinds of love in the end (including romantic love in Prompto's case).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Once. This is the hazard of writing AkeShu (P5) lmao.

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

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BOY I sure do. I write all kinds of smut, including a few gross kinks most people put in their hard nos. If you're poking around in my full fic list proceed with caution. Lately since I've been writing so much ROTTMNT I haven't been writing smut, though, since I'm more into the canon for the fluff and family feels. The last smut fic I wrote was The Appearance of Impropriety (FE3H), which is a Dimitri/Edelgard/Hubert threesome. And before that, it was a TWST AzuJami fic that, well, took advantage of Azul's octopus anatomy, if you get what I'm sayin'.

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

I haven't really written fandom crossovers since I was a teenager and tbh I don't remember much about them, I think they were more crackfics than anything serious. I have written several AUs that use other fandoms, though. Probably the weirdest one I've actually written is a Free! RinRei Dragon Age AU, where Rin is a templar and Rei is a mage (the forbidden love of it all). I also have waaaay too many ideas in my head for an ROTTMNT FFX AU where Mikey is a summoner.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I remember back in my FFN days I would occasionally search up my fics and find them c/ped to random clickbait sites, probably as a bot scrapping operation. But to my knowledge I've never actually had anyone take one of my fics and claim it as theirs. Even that bot reposting still had my username attached lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep! The fabulous @e-turn has translated several of my ROTTMNT fics into Russian! I've had other requests before, too, but I'm not sure how far those went. If anyone does want to translate my works, feel free! Just be sure you're crediting me, and if it's going on AO3 be sure to link the original!

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

I have done some co-writing and some fic round robin events but none of them ever got to the point where they actually got published, because someone would flake out or we would just lose steam. I might be up for it, if it were a project we were both really invested in, but I'd probably have to be friends with the co-writer first.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

MMM this is hard... probably RinRei from Free! I've never felt quite as intensely about a ship as I did that one.

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

Hold On To Me (KnB); I love it but I am so far out of KnB fandom at this point haha.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Character voice, I think; it's what I usually get compliments on and what I feel the best writing. In a way, fanfiction (and fandom RP) has really helped me think about characterization. Something I was certainly guilty of in my younger days (and that a lot of amateur writers are guilty of) was having my characters act as vehicles for plot, doing or saying whatever I needed them to in the moment to move the plot where it needed to go. This meant none of my characters had any kind of consistent characterization and all of them were samey. We joke about "he wouldn't fucking say that," but in a funny way this kind of thinking really got me to think about characterization and character agency. Before I would say, "we need to get from point A to point B, so let's do that." After trying to get into the groove of writing already strongly characterized characters, and please an audience with certain expectations, I found myself thinking really hard about what would motivate a character from point A to point B, and if the circumstances I'd set up weren't enough to cause that, I'd need to tweak them, or better yet, explore what I think the character WOULD actually do in that scenario (which may be more fun anyway). This is a skill I think fanfiction is great for helping new writers develop.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I wish I had stronger word choice at times, and had stronger imagery. I'll read lines in other people's work that just blow me away haha. I could never write so poetically, I think.

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

If you are good at a language, or have someone fluent helping you out, then go for it. There's no reason any work needs to be written in only one language. I'm not a purist on this. That said I also think writing "he said in Spanish" or something like that is fine. If it serves your purposes better for your fic to all be in one language, or you aren't confident enough to write in a different language, then you can just make it clear to your audience that a different language is being spoken now. Especially because I come from a lot of anime fandoms, I'm used to there being a sort of unspoken understanding that the characters are not speaking English and what we're getting is just the English approximation/localization of what they're saying. So this doesn't bother me. And of course, throwing in random Japanese exclamations in an otherwise English language fic always comes off a bit campy. I do think it's fine for things like terms of address and nicknames, though. I've never really gotten the hubbub over not having honorifics like "-san" or "-chan" in fics because the same people who usually hate that are also fine with "Señor" or "Mademoiselle" in writing and, like, what's the difference? Idk if any of what I said answers the question. My thoughts are that it's variable, ig.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically it was for the book Alas, Babylon, and it was a class assignment in 9th grade English.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Ah this is hard... IMBI is my longest fic and I'm really proud of how it turned out, but I think I'll always have a soft spot for I Keep on Hopin' (We'll Eat Cake by the Ocean) (TWST) - warning that this fic is NSFW and has explicit smut.

Idk who to tag. @aria-faye @unpredictable-probabilities @daboyau ? Anyone else who wants to do it feel free!

[plaidbooks]

Cabin Life - First Time

A/N: Here’s a part three to woodsman!Sonny! I love him so much, okay? Once again, a special shoutout to @berniesilvas who spawned all of this and kept the thought process going! This also loosely covers the Fireplace square in @storiesofsvu fall bingo (I hope haha!)

Tags: smut, p in v sex, very little bit of cum play/eating, but not much

Words: 1980

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart  @beccabarba  @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @permanentlydizzy @ben-c-group-therapy  @infiniteoddball @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @lv7867 @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @alwaysachorusgirl  @glimmerglittergirl @joanofarkansass @caracalwithchips @berniesilvas​ @reading--mermaid  @averyhotchner  @mrsrafaelbarba @detective-giggles @crowleysqueenofhell @dreamlover31

As the months turned chillier and snowier, you found yourself drawn to Sonny for warmth. He, of course, wouldn’t make you walk to his place in that cold; he had an ATV that he’d ride to pick you up, with an extra helmet for you. Sometimes, you went into town, eating at a local diner together, or watching a movie. Other times, you went to his place. He’d make you dinner, and you’d both talk about life, philosophy, your hopes and dreams, anything really.

You noticed that all of his utensils were made of wood, and you finally asked, “did you make these?”

He glanced at the wooden spoon in his hand that he was currently using to stir some sort of heavenly-smelling gravy. “Oh, uh, yeah, I did. My pa taught me to woodwork as a kid. I love whittlin’ more than anything else.” Besides you…he didn’t say it out loud, but you could still hear the words.

You and Sonny still hadn’t said that little four lettered word yet, but you knew it was true. It was there in the way he smiled at you, the way he draped his jacket over your shoulders when you shivered, the way he kissed your cheek.

“That’s adorable; I love that. Have you tried selling anything you’ve whittled?” you asked.

He shook his head, glancing at you before going back to cooking. “Nah; no one here needs any of these things. Besides, I don’t feel right sellin’ ‘em; they’re somethin’ personal, made as gifts for specific people.”

Your heart fluttered; that was probably the cutest thing you’d ever heard.

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Dinner was delicious; Sonny had cooked fish from the stream by his cabin, seasoning it with his own herbs and a sauce he had made from scratch. The side dish was sauteed vegetables from his garden. You wished that you could eat it all again as soon as you finished.

If I marry him, I could eat his meals for the rest of my life…you thought, then felt heat in your cheeks.

“Are ya okay? Too warm?” he asked, moving to pull the blanket from your lap. You were nestled with him on the couch, staying warm by the fireplace and the blanket.

“O-oh! No, I’m fine, sorry—”

“Are ya cold? I have another blanket on my bed that I can go grab—”

“Really, I’m fine. Thank you,” you replied, flustered. Desperate to change the subject, you asked, “wait, do you only have one blanket besides your bedding?”

He blinked at you. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Yes! Sonny, babe, it gets cold here! I know it’s only been light snow, but it’ll get heavier,” you explained.

He grinned. “That’s why I have the fireplace, blanket, and heavy jackets.”

You rolled your eyes in exasperation. “That might not be enough.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

You wanted to argue more, but you already had an idea forming in your mind. So, you let it go, resolving to visit your supply of wool from the last sheep shearing your parents did.

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It was hard keeping your project a secret from Sonny, especially since you were determined to see him before the blizzards started. Your time was spent either at your loom, or with Sonny at his place. But finally, your gift to him was done, and just before the weather took a turn.

A huge storm was said to be coming through, so you spent the last supposedly clear night at his place, intending to hunker down at home throughout the blizzard. You showed up on his doorstep with a huge bundle of wool material in your arms.

“What’s all this?” Sonny asked as you came inside. He had an open-door policy; he didn’t lock his door during the day, inviting people to just come on in. You were sure he wouldn’t lock it at night, either, if it wasn’t for bears.

You dropped the material on the back of his couch. “I thought you may like some of these during the storm,” you explained. You lifted a blue blanket—you had blue like his eyes, green, red, and yellow—to show him, and he took it, running his fingers over the softness.

“I—I don’t want ya family to be without….”

You smiled at him. “Oh no; we have so many blankets. Besides, I made them for you; there’s four total.”

“Wait…ya made these?”

Your grin grew. “I did; my parents are sheep shepherds. I have a loom, and I make my own dyes. I love making blankets, curtains, jackets—”

“I love ya,” Sonny said, awe filling his voice. He placed the blanket back on his couch, turning to face you, your eyes wide at his confession. “I love ya, doll. I really do; I love ya more than anythin’—”

You cut him off with a hug that almost knocked him off his feet. “Do you love me more than whittling?” you teased, leaning back to smirk at him.

“Absolutely, I do—”

He didn’t get much more to say before you were lifting to your tiptoes, kissing him deeply. He leaned forward into you, crushing your lips in a bruising kiss, his arms wrapping around you.

“Thank ya fer the blankets,” he murmured against your lips before kissing you again. You hummed back, your hand trailing from his chest, heading south. When you cupped his growing bulge, he leaned back, searching your face through heavily lidded eyes.

“Bedroom?” he huffed out.

“Here, now,” you replied, kissing him again. He groaned into your mouth as you rubbed him, fingers gripping him gently.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from you. “I can wash these blankets, right?” he asked.

Confused, you nodded. He took one blanket, placing it on the couch cushions. Then he took two more, laying them down on the floor in front of the fireplace. Finally, he shrugged out of his shirt and jacket, and your eyes widened at the corded muscles in his lean body. He had always worn such baggy clothing, you had no idea what he looked like underneath it all…outside of your first date, when he had a tight shirt on.

Sonny caught you staring and smirked, eyes watching you as he undid his belt. You suddenly felt over dressed, and you quickly stripped your clothes as he pulled his pants and underwear down and off. He froze when he saw you, eyes obviously scanning your body, your eyes doing the same to him. You felt your mouth water at the sight of his long cock standing erect.

“Ya look beautiful…absolutely stunning, doll,” he murmured. Your heart fluttered as your cheeks heated. “Lay by the fire,” he ordered softly. You did as he asked, and he took the last blanket, wrapping it around his bare shoulders. You had made sure to make the blankets huge, and you were happy to see it was long enough for his tall body.

Slowly, Sonny came to stand by your feet before lowering his body down over you. He cocooned your body in warmth from him and from the blanket, the wool soft on your skin. He smiled down at you, cupping your cheek, before he kissed you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his back, pulling him closer to you.

You didn’t need to beg for him; it was like he could sense what you needed, and what you needed was him inside you. He angled his hips so that the tip was pushing through your folds, and you spread your legs wider for him. He nipped your lip, then leaned back to watch your face as he pushed inch after inch into you. Your jaw dropped open at the feel of him stretching you, and you gasped his name, your nails leaving little crescent marks in his skin.

He stopped once he was fully inside you, waiting for you to give him the okay. You nodded, breathing out a soft, “I’m ready,” before he pulled out slowly, and gingerly pushed back in.

Your body was like a livewire, jolting with every touch he gave you. And boy, did he not stop touching you. His pace was slow, sensual, like he wanted to make love to you all night long. And his mouth was everywhere, kissing and licking your skin, sucking marks into you, his beard creating a delicious burn everywhere it touched.

He whispered sweet words to you, praising your very existence, and telling you how much he loves you. He gushed about what he wants his future to be, and every moment of it involved you in some way.

“I want ta grow old with ya, doll. I knew from the moment I met ya that I wanted ta be ya husband. I want ta support ya, make all ya dreams come true. I want ya, now and forever,” he murmured into the crook of your neck, and you gasped. “Ya don’t haveta say it back yet—”

“I love you, Sonny. Fuck, I love you so much. And I would be honored to marry s—someone like you,” you choked out, a moan escaping your lips.

He rose himself onto his elbow to look down at you before he kissed you, swallowing your moans as he moved faster. One of his hands wiggled between your bodies, and the rough pad of his thumb found your swollen clit. His lips stayed on yours as he stroked you, your orgasm building quickly.

Sonny leaned back just enough to whisper against your lips, “let go fer me, doll; I’m there, too.” He continued stroking you, kissing your jaw, and you squeezed your eyes shut, gasping and moaning as he coaxed your orgasm from you. You gripped his biceps hard enough to bruise, and just as you started to come down, he huffed out a breath, along with your name. His cock twitched inside you, and he quickly pulled out. He barely wrapped his hand around himself before he was shooting his release onto your belly, his jaw dropping in a silent moan. You panted as his hot seed landed on your skin, and he stroked out every last drop.

“L—let me get a washcloth,” he muttered, but before he could so much as lean back, you ran your finger through his release, then licked it, moaning softly at the taste. His eyes darkened, and you thought he was about to shove you onto the floor and fuck your brains out, but he instead stood, heading for his bathroom.

The fire burning next to you was warm, but even that couldn’t stop the chill that ran through you from the cold, winter air. You suddenly realized why he had put that blanket on the couch cushions, and you reached for it just as he came back.

“Hold on; lemme clean ya before I bundle ya up,” he said, squatting down. He had soaked the washcloth in hot water, and the warmth as he wiped his release from you made goosebumps appear. Once done, he helped you stand.

“Hold,” he ordered, giving you an end of the blanket. You took it, and he walked around you, wrapping you tightly in the material. Sonny gestured for you to sit, and you did, collapsing onto his couch, swaddled, warm, and in love. He wrapped himself in the other blanket before sitting down next to you.

“I love you, Sonny,” you muttered, leaning against him.

He grinned, nuzzling as well as he could against you. “I love ya, too, doll. Let’s just relax for a little bit ‘fore I take ya home fer the night.”

You agreed, then unwrapped yourself. He rose an eyebrow to look at you, and you opened his blanket before scooting against his naked body, then rewrapped the blankets around you. His smile grew, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his side.

[btsficfinds]

Hi! I’ve been trying to find this fix for a while now but I really cant seem to remember and I even tried searching it as well using the tags. I remember it being like a sex academy??? it was a y/n and jungkook ff where they would categorize it into subs & doms and y/n was a sub and jungkook was a Dom. Then they would be partners in certain projects then this one time they disobeyed their professor namjoon and as punishment he made jungkook use a c*ck ring and made y/n sit on top of him while namjoon ness controlling the vibrator she used??? and then after that jungkook didn’t wanna be partners with y/n anymore. Sorry for the super detailed smut part.

hey, this is Kink School by BeyondTheSmuts on wattpad. they have deleted so the fic is no longer available.

thanks for helping @bts-junseagull!

-admin rumu

[rushingheadlong]

Love in the Shape of Things - A Maycury Fic

Summary: They’re both searching for their place in the world, but it takes a new flat and a housewarming gift gone awry for Freddie and Brian’s friendship to slowly turn into something deeper. And through long evenings of commiseration and camaraderie, their feelings for each other continue to grow - until one misunderstanding threatens to tear everything apart.

Wordcount: ~63k

Tags/Warnings: Modern AU, Early Queen, Slow-Burn, Mutual Pining, H/C, Queer Themes, Eventual Smut, (See AO3 for additional tags.)

<<READ ON AO3 HERE>>

Notes: After several months of nearly non-stop writing, my Maycury AU has finally come to an end! A huge thank you to everyone who has been reading it along the way! Thank you also to @tenderbri​​ who helped spark the original idea and whose enthusiasm has kept me going even as this became a much larger project than originally intended, and thanks to everyone in the DL server for cheering me on as well!

This may not be the last we’ll see of this particular AU, but for now it’s time to switch gears and work on some different projects for a little bit!

[iwasntstable]

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◾title; fear of failure. ◾rating; sfw. ◾type; one shot. ◾word count; 2.7k. ◾tags; #angst #emotional-hurt/comfort #fluff #poor-mental-health

summary: you don’t know why, but noah has been withdrawing into himself again, and you’re worried this steady decline will end in disaster. you resolve to pull him out again, knowing he can’t continue like this much longer.

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🗀 C:/PROJECTS/MYWORK/ONESHOT/NIGHTMARE

◾title; nightmare. ◾rating; sfw. ◾type; one shot. ◾word count; 3k. ◾tags; #emotional-hurt/comfort #fluff

summary: reader experiences an intense and terrifying nightmare, luckily noah is there to bring her round and make sure she's okay.

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🗀 C:/PROJECTS/MYWORK/ONESHOT/NEVERJUSTFRIENDS

◾title; never just friends ◾rating; nsfw. ◾type; one shot. ◾word count; 5.6k. ◾tags; #best-friend!noah #smut #fluff #descriptive-smut #multiple-orgasms #aftercare

summary: your best friend had a bad day, you know how to help fix that. but are these hook-ups too much for your heart to bear when you desperately want more?

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🗀 C:/PROJECTS/MYWORK/ONESHOT/STAYTILMORNING

◾title; stay 'til morning ◾rating; sfw. ◾type; one shot. ◾word count; 3.8k. ◾tags; #best-friend!noah #fluff #emotional-hurt/comfort #idiots-being-stupid

summary: noah never stays until morning, lest the guilt from lying about the depth of his feelings for you destroys him. but the lies both of you tell yourselves are beginning to crumble under the weight of your yearning for more of each other. what will happen when, for the first time, noah stays past the sunrise?

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🗀 C:/PROJECTS/MYWORK/HEADCANNON/CUDDLYNOAH

◾title; cuddly noah ◾rating; sfw. ◾type; head-cannon ◾word count; 330. ◾tags; #fluff

summary: cuddly noah that's it ♡

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🗀 C:/PROJECTS/MYWORK/ASK/NEWNEIGHBOUR

◾title; new neighbour ◾rating; sfw. ◾type; ask from anon - one shot. ◾word count; 3.1K ◾tags; #fluff

summary: noah as your neighbour in an apartment building.

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🗀 C:/PROJECTS/MYWORK/HEADCANNON/SIZEDIFFFLUFF

◾title; size diff fluff ◾rating; sfw. ◾type; head-cannon ◾word count; 518. ◾tags; #fluff

summary: size difference head-cannons but it's fluff.

[READ]

🗀 C:/PROJECTS/MYWORK/ONESHOT/IFIMTHERE

◾title; if i'm there ◾rating; sfw. ◾type; one shot. ◾word count; 3.8k. ◾tags; #angst #emotional-hurt/comfort #poor-mental-health #mentions-of-disordered-eating #discussions-of-food #self-destructive-behaviour #fluff

summary:  when things start getting bad, you withdraw. ignoring calls and texts, and descending into bad habits as you self-isolate. but noah knows what you're like and he loves you too much to let you suffer alone.

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🗀 C:/PROJECTS/MYWORK/BLURB/WHENIMISSYOU

◾title; when I miss you ◾rating; sfw. ◾type; blurb. ◾word count; 1.4k. ◾tags; #fluff

summary: The things you do when you're missing Noah while he's away.

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🗀 C:/PROJECTS/MYWORK/BLURB/ANYTHINGHUMAN

◾title; ANYTHING > HUMAN ◾rating; sfw. ◾type; blurb. ◾word count; 845. ◾tags; #angst

summary: Based on ANYTHING > HUMAN - Bad Omens & ERRA.

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[lokislittlecorner]

Show me your heart/chapter 1

Original Request by @wegingerangelica : Hey! I love your Little Corner! Will you write for me? I would love to read much physical and emotional comfort. After a brutal battle, Loki finds a young woman who had been injured and abused by the enemy, he feels (oddly) compassion for her, so he takes her to safety and nurses her back to health. And don't worry, I don't speak good English and I'm from the US! ha! Thank You!!

NOTES: Heya everyone! so as I already mentioned this will be a series, my first one to be honest. I finally had the courage to write one since as said before English isn't my first language and I was scared to take on such a big project. I'm planning to have around 6 chapters maybe more. I´m not sure if smut will be involved, I don´t think it will but if I will write it then in an extra chapter, so everyone can enjoy the series :3 Hope you all like it, have a lovely day.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Injured reader, swear words.

( I will use fitting tags for every chapter)

Word count: 1600

(LOKI)

The mission was going smoothly, they had just taken out yet another hydra base in the middle of nowhere. Loki was to watch out for any hydra agents they had missed and were now on the run. The forest nearby seamed for a good hiding spot, so he decided to take a closer look at it. Quietly he crossed the tall trees the dead leaves on the ground made it hard for him to sneak around, suddenly he heard a soft whimper, quiet barely audible but he heard it. He followed the crying until he found the source of it was a... young woman? She was covered in blood and sweat, obviously, she came straight out of the hydra base they had just taken down. “Identify yourself mortal“ his voice was cold. He didn´t know if she was another agent or a hostage that had fled in the chaos. She couldn't respond, her mouth opened but no words came out. His expression softened and he kneeled next to her. She looked so weak as if she could break at any moment. Slowly he reached out wiping a little blood off of her face.

“Please...“ her voice was quiet and hoarse from all the crying. Little cuts and bruises some smaller others bigger covered her body, those couldn´t come from just this battle some looked like they were a few days old some were even healed completely. She must´ve escaped their torture while the fight was raging on.

He brushed a hand through his raven locks thinking, he couldn't leave her here, it was a strange feeling normally he didn't care about humans, at least not that much as to safe one but she was just different. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he lifted her up into his arms, carefully to not hurt her even more. A groan was heard from her as she began to tremble in his arms “ Don´t be scared, I won't hurt you.“

He quickly made his way back to the jet passing the trees and bushes once again. The others were already waiting for him, looking quite surprised as they saw him with a half-dead woman in his arms and how she was shaking in fear. “Who is she?“ Rogers was the first one to speak curious about what Loki did this time. “I don´t know, I found her in the woods near the base.''Loki took a closer look at her figure, trembling in his arms, still letting out quiet whimpers and a painful expression on her face.

“Since when do you rescue people? Normally we have to clean after you, searching for the people you left behind“ Natasha spoke up visibly suspicious of him. He only rolled his eyes as an answer, not wanting to explain himself right now. He didn't even quite understand it himself, why he picked her up. Why didn't he just let her die there? No one would´ve noticed, surrounded by trees and animals of the wild, she would´ve never been found. slowly fading away all alone. “Let's just head back. I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to or do you like my company that much?“ A grin appeared on his face as he entered the jet, no one spoke up, only mumbling and cursing was heard. They definitely didn't want to spend any more time than needed with him since their trust in him was still very small to none.

After New York, when things settled down a bit Thor made a deal with the Avengers. Loki was to stay on earth and be an actual part of them, at first he was kept locked away in his cell months passed until he was let out and allowed to move freely, at least in the tower and another few months until he was taken on missions. He didn't want to return to Asgard, not yet at least. They still hated him for what he had caused back then, not understanding what really happened but he also didn't care to explain. Who would believe the god of lies after all? Trust was something that was not given to him easily, especially not on earth.

Once at the tower he carried her to the room that was given to him, placing her on the bed, carefully so he wouldn't cause any more damage to her already injured body. A groan left her lips as she shifted a bit. Humans were just so weak, sometimes he even wondered how they survived on a daily basis. He vanished into the bathroom that was attached to the room, returning with a wet cloth. He couldn't remove the clothes she was wearing right now just imagining her waking up in different clothing thinking he had seen her bare and naked that wouldn't make a good first impression but he could at least wash her clean from any remaining blood that was sticking to her skin. He sat at the edge of the bed softly wiping away the dried blood on her face. He could finally see her (Y/S/C) skin from under all the dirt, it was quite beautiful he had to admit, she in general was quite beautiful. Now that her face didn't have that tortured expression anymore he could see how innocent she actually looked how soft.

He continued to clean her from the blood and dirt until she looked quite normal again, well except from the still torn and bloodied clothes. She had taken a shot in the thigh and was stabbed right over her hip. she could call herself really lucky he found her or else she wouldvé just died right there. He inspected the wound on her thigh closely, the bullet didn't seem to be inside anymore, maybe she even took it out herself. He shook his head, placing a hand on the bloody wound. He couldn't do much now but he could at least ease the pain and make sure that it wouldn't open up again. He did the same to the stab wound on her side. Once he was satisfied with his work he placed the blanket over her shielding her from his cold room he was a frost giant after all he didn't mind the cold so why should he bother to heat up his room? She let out a content sigh, visibly thankful for the warmth of the covers. 

Loki decided to let her sleep, her body definitely needed to rest and he wouldn't just sit there and watch her the whole time. He got up from the bed, grabbing the book from the nightstand that he had left there this morning. He looked back at her taking in her presence, before he let himself down on the couch, legs crossed one arm behind his head, beginning to read where he had left off. He didn't even notice how sleep claimed him taking him slowly away.

He was woken up by painful groans. It was already dark outside, the only light that filled the room was that of the moon shining through the curtains. It seemed like she had woken up but when he made his way over to the bed she was tossing and turning. She was in the middle of a nightmare so it seemed. He let out a sigh as he softly grabbed her shoulder shaking her awake. 

(Y/N)

I felt how I was ripped out of my dream. A dream? Was I not in the base anymore? Pain shot through me as I remembered what had happened and panic filled my every cell. My eyes shot open the darkness wouldn't allow me to see much. The only thing that was visible, was the tall figure beside me basically towering over me. A gasp left my lips as I hastily tried to get away but once again pain shot through me, I could barely move. "Calm down, I won't hurt you." This voice was familiar but I couldn't quite place from where I could have known it. He definitely was no one from the base. I would've recognized him. "Who are you and where am I?" My voice was shakier than I had expected, one could clearly hear how scared I was. The man let out a sigh. It sounded rather annoyed. "I am Loki Odison, the god of mischief" I felt how I sucked the air in, holding my breath in shock. He must´ve noticed how scared I was since he took a step back holding his hands up. “I am not here to hurt you. I was the one who found you.” The memory of the events before I passed out came back to my mind and I remembered what had happened. I remembered how I tried to scream for help but just a quiet plea left me. I remembered how he took me in his arms and how everything went dark as I lost my consciousness.

He really didn't seem to want to harm me. He would've done so already if his intentions were bad but still, I couldn't trust him, not yet. "Then where am I?" So many questions were banging around in my head but he didn't mind answering them so it seemed. "You're in the tower of the Avengers. I brought you here after I found you back in the woods." I nodded slowly taking in every bit of information that I could get. I noticed how he shifted a bit as if he was nervous and one more question came to my mind. "Why did you safe me?"

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[fizzyxcustard]

Diary (Richard Edition)

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Fandom: Richard Armitage (real person)

Pairings: Richard Armitage x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, insecurity, reader insert, first person perspective for diary entries (maybe more but they will be added as the story continues)

Comments/Notes: This imagine was originally written for Thorin and a fic started around him. However, many thanks to @fangirlextraordinaire for sending me the above image and inspiring me to write ‘Diary’ for Richard. 

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You lay sprawled across the bed which dominated Richard’s spare bedroom. You were on your stomach, your feet up in the air behind you and you scribbled away in your diary, detailing your week with Richard in New York. 

This is my first major holiday since I was a child and I’m in New York of all places, staying with Richard. He’s the sweetest, kindest person I’ve ever met and I’m terrified of telling him exactly how I feel. Why would he want someone like me? Every day and he rubs shoulders with beautiful talented actresses, leaving me in the shadow in comparison. 

Richard would be back soon. He’d gone to his local food shop to collect ingredients so you could both cook a special, final meal before you left for England the following day. The words came fast as you re-collected your week, detailing your trips to the Statue of Liberty, various museums, Central Park Zoo, dozens of book shops, Times Square, and the little coffee shops that Richard frequented close to his apartment. Beneath it all was one sad fact: you loved Richard and felt he would never reciprocate those feelings to you. 

You flicked back through your diary, reading snippets of entries about your dreams of Richard, some of them becoming quite sexual. When you read back over your entries it made you ashamed of these feelings and you sighed, snapping the book shut. 

“You’re pathetic,” you whispered to yourself, tossing your diary over onto the bedside table where it knocked the lamp, almost sending it crashing to the floor. Thankfully, it didn’t. The lamp wobbled and rested back on the surface. 

Sometimes the signals you and Richard both sent back and forth became scrambled. One day he would tell you he missed you and couldn’t wait to see you, then the next he would tell you how much of an amazing friend you were to him. Would things really ever go any further than just friendship? 

Your work friend back home, Jen, had said on numerous occasions, “Come on. You’re both single, always on the phone to each other; he comes and visits you, and now he wants you to go out to him. Of course you two will wind up together.” But Richard had made it clear to you one or twice, when you had conversed about love lives, that he wasn’t interested in any kind of romantic relationship. His career took precedence in his life. And you would have to respect that. Everything was second place to Richard’s acting career. 

Suddenly Richard’s voice called through the apartment, breaking open the silence. An immediate grin spread across your face and you jumped off the bed,  dashing out to meet him in the living room. 

Richard’s iTunes played in the background as you ate dinner. It was a new playlist he had made for his latest upcoming project. He had spoken about it before to you, going into great detail about the background research which had been done so he could get into the mindset of the character and learn more about them. Most of what he was saying passed by you, not really making much sense, but you tried to at least look interested for his sake. 

“I can’t believe it’s been a week,” he said, diverting from his current topic of conversation. “I’m going to miss you when you leave.” 

“I’ll miss you, too,” you replied softly.

For a couple of seconds your gazes met; you allowed yourself to be drawn in by his silver blue eyes. Was he moving closer to you or was it purely your imagination? 

“Um, yeah, I’ll go and start washing these up,” Richard said, coughing over his words and then got up from the table. 

You followed Richard into his kitchen and offered to make two mugs of coffee whilst he cleaned the plates. There was a distinct tension in the air now after your brief moment at the table. Was there really something between you both? Or was it your imagination? Maybe it was the fact that Richard had noticed your behaviour and was now on edge because he had no romantic feelings towards you whatsoever. 

It was all giving you a headache as you churned everything over in your mind, trying to make sense of it. 

I should just forget the whole idea of ever thinking I have a chance with him. I obviously don’t. 

The next morning was an early start. Your flight was at eleven from JFK to Manchester, England, which meant getting to the airport for eight, giving you three hours to check in for an international flight. 

Richard came to the airport with you, seeing you off towards the security search  after you had checked in. The whole time both of you were quiet, saying little to nothing. Until Richard finally broke the silence, just as you approached security. 

“I’ll miss you so much,” he said quietly. “Please call me when you’ve landed so I know you're safe.” 

“I will,” you replied, embracing him tightly. 

Reluctantly, you both parted. Richard gave you a kiss on the cheek and instantly you felt the heat of blood beneath your skin. His aftershave and the cool scent of his deodorant heightened your arousal; being so close to him, almost feeling the warmth of his breath was making you unsteady. Breath had caught painfully in your throat and your heart was hammering wildly. 

“I’ll see you soon,” Richard told you, his voice firm with a promise. 

On board the plane a couple of hours later you found your seat and sat down by the window, looking at the bright sun in the air and tarmac below you. You began to zone out, ignoring the hustle and bustle around you of other passengers trying to find their seats. So you began rummaging through your large handbag for your headphones, ready to kick back for take off. 

“Oh, shit!” you whispered, realising that something was missing out of your hand bag, a possession that you had made sure when coming to New York was in your hand luggage. “Fuck!” 

A middle-aged lady sitting two seats away from you, closest to the aisle, turned her pointed nose up at your outburst. “Disgusting mouth,” she told her husband, who was red-faced, huffing and puffing as he tried to get both of their bags into the overhead compartment. 

“I’ve got to get past you now to sit in the middle!” the husband growled in irritation. 

But the argument which soon began between the couple passed through one ear and out the other. 

Your diary had disappeared. 

[ink-on-poppies]

Meet The Writer Tag #2 & #3

Rules: Answer 10 questions, write 10 questions, and tag 10 people

Hi! Trying to finally catch up with some tags, but this is also an opportunity for you to learn a bit about me and my wip, right?

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Firstly, I was tagged by @skyfootsteps

Thanks <3

 1. What is your favourite genre to write?

Fantasy. It is, and will always be, my favorite. Combined with some romance of course, but not to great extent.

 2. Do you ever eat while writing?

No. I will eat while revising though.

 3. What is your dream writing place like?

Our house at my village in Pelion. It’s traditional and in the forest by a stream, and the only thing you can hear are the birds singing ahh.

4. Do you like collaborating with other writers?

I haven’t tried, but I know I can’t do it. And I won’t, to be honest. I want everything to be exactly as I imagine it and, although I’m open to discussion, I wouldn’t be able to sit and build a character or a plot with someone else and then write about it. I’m the person that in a group project I will prefer to do it alone, not caring about taking all the credit, you know?

 5. If you could change one thing about a book you recently read what would you change?

Hmm that’s hard. Maybe in The Song of Achilles (which I LOVED) I would make the beginning shorter.

6. Fluff, smut or angst?

Wow, I only just found out what these mean. I’ll go with angst.

7. If you could say something to one of your main characters what would it be?

I would say to Veerido, a girl that is forced to live in hiding because she has vitiligo and the society doesn’t accept “mistakes”, that she is precious and worthy, more than she can even begin to imagine. That she owes it to herself and her parents, who sacrificed everything for her, to not be afraid and stand up for who she is. And that she is loved.

8. Have you ever cried over your own writing?

Hah. Many times. In happy and sad moments.

9. Do you create playlists for your stories?

No, but I have a writing playlist and listen to it every time I write.

10. What is one comment you would love to hear about your writing?

That they see the character development, and they like how each character’s personality leads the plot. Oh man, I would die to hear that. It would mean the world.

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Secondly, I was tagged by @gottaenjoythelittlethingzz and @sashathewriter

Thank you too <33

1. What is your characters’ darkest secret?

My current WIP, Two States, has two POVs (wondering why, right?). The female one is gifted by one of the strongest gods of the Εικοσάθεο (twenty gods). I can’t say more heheh.

2. What effect do OC’s parents have on them?

So, the other POV is from the male protagonist. And he is a dreamer, an idealist, he sees the good and the right. But his father is an aristocrat, and determined to make his son like himself, even better. Cruel and unforgiving and punishing without blinking, without second thought. And in every move the OC makes, his father’s words haunt him. Ahhhh I can’t say more, I’ll spoil everything.

3. Do any of your OCs have any strange or unusual habits?

I don’t know if it counts: one has befriended a hooded crow (it’s important the fact that is hooded), so she leaves food for it everyday in the same spot in the garden.

Oh and another one will go to visit her trainer—not necessarily for training—after taking water from the well, because she is irritated just by seeing a specific person that works nearby the square where the well is. Don’t know if it counts, probably sounds a bit weird, but in the story it makes sense, I assure you.

4. How did you decide on a title of your current WIP/ WIPs?

Two States. I picked it without giving it much thought, just because the story is about two states and I needed a name for the file hahah.

5. How do you pick a name for your OCs?

It’s easy to know the origin when I pick a Greek name, so I choose according to that. But when I need a made up name, I search on Google Translate a characteristic of the OC in many languages, choose one I like the sound of, and then change it up a bit.

6. How far are you with your WIP/ WIPs?

I’m currently 52.691 words in. Exams held me back, but during summer I made some progress woohooo!

7. What is the strangest thing you had to research for your WIP?

Hm. Maybe how to use the oil from boiled animal legs in tannery.

8. Have you ever co-written a story?

No. And I’m not really excited in the idea of it.

9. Describe the best part of your WIP.

Ughh I can’t express myself well in English. In a few words, it was the chapter in which the female protagonist, with the interference of her guardian-god, decided to let the male protagonist live. (It was a huge decision—otherwise the story would end there.)

10. Your WIP’s first sentence and the last sentence you had written?

The first sentence is long and the translation will sound awful. But the last is this:

«Και έπειτα με ελευθερώνει—And then he lets me free.»

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Wow, that took more than an hour phoof. I can’t think of any questions right now, but you can choose ten for the ones above :)

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I tag:

@cavewriter @drowningauthor @reining-in-the-fire-writing @fantasiesescape @augusta-writes @realashergray @the-seventh-stargazer @cupcakeswriting @cherish-writes @the-words-we-never-said @trickster-writes if you want to do it! And anyone that wasn’t tagged but likes the questions, feel free to do it too :)

[humanity-shortest-soldier]

Question tag for AO3 writers~~

I found the original questions on AFF a while back, and I thought since I’ve been tagged in so many meme things lately, I’d also tag a bunch more people in this one XD Since the questions were designed for AFF, I’ve reworked some of them to fit for AO3 writers. I also removed two questions rather than trying to translate them to AO3 terms. So, I’ll fill out my answers first, and then put the blank questions again at the bottom for you to easily copy and paste!

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

SIFU_HOTMAN because Zuko is one of my favorite characters and honestly Aang calling him “Sifu Hotman” is hilarious. 

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos)

Exactly My Type by a long shot, lol. 

3. What is your AO3 profile icon and why did you choose it?

It’s Izaya Orihara to represent the trash on my page. 

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

Yes! I’m shocked when I read through my comments and see how often the same people will comment on each chapter. And there are definitely one or two that I look forward to seeing. I recognize a ton of usernames on AO3 but I don’t know many of them on here.  

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

THIS fic by the super-talented @courtingstars! I swear I’ve reread this fic like 6 dozen times at this point, as well as the sequel! (For real tho, I could probably recite this fic word for word, I love it so much. AkaFuri fans, if you haven’t checked it out, I can’t recommend it enough!)

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

I’m guilty of not subbing or bookmarking that much, because it got to the point where I had so many that it kinda made it pointless, lol. But I’m subscribed to 2 users, and 5 fics, and I have 46 bookmarks. 

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

I don’t really write AU’s all that much? (I think I only have 2, the Nanny/Single Parent AU and a Red String of Fate AU). I definitly want to try doing more tho! I was super nervous about the Nanny/Single Parent one, but now it’s my hightest hitting fic! And it was from a prompt! lol

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

Total bookmarks: 311 Total subs: 337

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

The only thing I can think of right now is I want to get better/ more comfortable with writing smut lmao. I’ll conquer it one day! 

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

Updating better, for sure. It eats me alive that it’s been almost a year since I started Exactly My Type, and I’ve only written 5 chapters! It’s so hard to find time with all the overtime at work, and with everything else. BUT that’s something I definitely plan on changing. 

And maybe replying to comments? I generally don’t reply (I feel so bad about this, I’m so sorry. Comments just make me an incoherent mess and I’m never sure how to reply without rambling and making an idiot of myself)

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

Is AkaFuri a rarepair? I know it was more considered one a while ago, but I don’t know anymore. I guess whatever category they fall under, that’s it lol. 

12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

Eight! Which is eight more than I thought I would write. 

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

I have 30 stories saved on Google Docs. (I’m shocked? lmao)

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

Everything in my head. My ten hour shifts at work mostly consist of me staring off into space and writing fan fiction in my head. 

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

Other than bouncing ideas off of a friend, no. It sounds fun tho!

16. How did you discover AO3?

Searching for ATLA fanfiction like, 4 years ago. After reading everyting FanFiction.net had to offer, I found AO3 and immediately made the switch. 

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

God, no lmao. I think I’m IN the AkaFuri barrel, but far from the top of it.

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

Not that I know of? I get comments about how much people like my username sometimes, so I’m cool with it if people just wanna call me Sifu Hotman lmao.

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

My inspiration mainly came from a desire for more AkaFuri fics, lmao. But there were a few amazing writers who reallllly made me want to try writing, and I was encouraged plenty by my best friend, so here I am lol. 

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

To just write. I worried for so long (and I still do) about not being good enough, or making a mistake, or failing. But the only way to get better at writing is to write! If someone doesn’t like you’re story, odds are you’ll either get some helpful advice, or feedback on the part they did like. Even if you don’t want to post it publicly, just write it out anyway. I think I’ve improved so much since the first thing I wrote, and I hope I get even better the more I do it. 

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

Again, spending 10 hours a day, 5 days a week in my own head, I get most of my stories down to the tiniest details before I even get to a computer. Once I sit down, some things may change or come out different, but I rarely go to write without having any idea. 

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

Actually... no, I don’t think I have.

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

Smut, for sure lol. 

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

Fucking chapter 6 of Exactly My Type! (I just broke 6K the other day, and it’s not even halfway done). After that, I’m on to Defying Fate, with a couple of prompts inbetween. 

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

Sorta...I guess. Exactly My Type happened because of a prompt request that got waaaay out of control, so that was poor planning on my part lmao. 

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

Not at all. I just go for it whenever I get the chance. 

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

100% yes. I want to crawl into a hole whenever I think about my first fic, lol. 

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

I’m gonna shove the AkaFuri away for a second and go with Absolutely Baked. Mayuzumi is my favorite character to write for, and I think I got some pretty funny dialogue in that one. It makes me laugh, and the extra chuckles my friend and I got while discussing it were totally worth it. 

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

I don’t think I have a least favorite? If I had to pick probably my first fic, Emperor's Weakness. 

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

Hopefully still writing fanfiction, lol. I would like to try writing some original work, but I doubt it. 

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

Dialogue, I think. Once I get in a characters head, I find it very easy to write from their point of view. 

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

Getting a full plot to run together. I’m pretty good at getting certain scenes down, but I have trouble piecing them all together sometimes. 

33. Why do you write?

Simply, because it’s fun. I know how happy it makes me when I read a super-awesome fic, and I like the feeling I get when someone tells me I gave them the same feeling. 

Anyways that’s all the questions, so I’ll put them here as well without the answers to easily c+p.

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean? 2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos) 3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it? 4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters? 5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again? 6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked? 7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most? 8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page) 9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!) 10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc. 11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often? 12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)? 13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program? 14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head? 15. Have you ever co-authored a story? 16. How did you discover AO3? 17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3? 18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers? 19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write? 20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author? 21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go? 22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do? 23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..) 24. What story(s) are you working on now? 25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)? 26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself? 27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started? 28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written? 29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written? 30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years? 31. What is the easiest thing about writing? 32. What is the hardest thing about writing? 33. Why do you write?

I was tagged by: @herdustisverypretty <333

People I’m tagging: @anime-saved-and-destroyed-me | @kaguneko | @shootmesenpai | @cerberosthehellguard | @jubesy

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fic search #121

1. Art of Self Destruction by paradisist

Hey! A few months ago i read a fanfic about Baekhyun and Kyungsoo . Kyungsoo was a university student and he had do make project for a class and Baekhyun was a very troubled person, and Kyungsoo ended up using Baekhyun as his "main character" in his project. Baekhyun wanted to kill himself or something, but he got sick and ended up dying in a hospital bed, with kyungsoo recording it. (I think that it had more drabbles/one shots but i only read that one) Thank you, and sorry if it's too vague.

2. Back To You by lotusk

Hi admins! Firstly I just want to say how much I love y'all and all you do. I LIVE for your updates and I know y'all work really hard to run this page and y'all are seriously amazing. Anywho, I'm looking for a fic, it was SuKai and I'm like 80% sure it was on AFF (I read it a while ago and I didn't know LiveJournal existed back then so that's why I'm thinking it was on AFF). Junmyeon was Jongin's older brother's best friend and they would lay and look at fireflies together. When Jongin confessed Junmyeon was reluctant because Jongin was younger and his best friend’s brother and all that. But eventually they got together, I want to say Jongin’s older brother was Zhoumi but I honestly don’t remember. For whatever reason this fic keeps popping up in the back of my brain so if y'all can find it that would be amazing. My searches aren’t going so well unless I’m just an idiot, which is entirely possible… Thank you so much!! I LOVE YOU GUYS *hugs and kisses* :)

3. It Gets Lonely by kristhaswaggerdaddy

hey mods, do you guys remember a kaisoo fic where jongin is drunk and ends up in kyungoo's lawn? i think jongin is in college in a frat and kyungsoo also had a dog ty so much! :)

4. blue ink by vvolves --> taken down

hi!! sorry to bother you, but i've checked all of the sekai tag and theres this one fic that i can't find :( sehun had moved away and had a list tattooed on his arm that he would fill in every day and kai eventually ran into him again, i think sehun was suicidal/depressed

5. That’s An Order by Kaspian --> taken down

Hello! I've forgotten the title of a kaisoo fic i read a while back... I remember reading it on AFF, and it was an angst/smut/werewolf chaptered fic. I distinctly remember that kyungsoo had brought kai to some sort of cabin to "train" him to become more stable with kai's transformations into a werewolf. I also remember that kyungsoo worked for some sort of company or government agency that specialized in human-animal transformation control. Thank you so much c:

6. Glissandi by lababoreine

Hi! I want to ask if u know about this chanbaek fic? it was an au fic, yeol & Baek lived in 2 different worlds. Their worlds were upside down, like Baek's world was above Yeol 's (??) & I think Kris died in it bc he helped yeol get into Baek's world.

7. Exhaustion by Naacchan1993

Hello! I read 2 fics awhile ago and I can't find either one anywhere. One was a short one that was about lay fainting during the filming of Go Fighting and a member flew to china so see him in the hospital. 

8. No More Shaking Like That by  jangjaeyul or 

Pretty Boy (I’m Nobody) by JungMichan

The other one was about one of the members going crazy after kris, lujan, and Tao left and they ran away to one of their apartments in China and the ex member had to call one of the members and tell him that the sick member was sick on his couch. Sorry that's all I really remember!

9. For what we have is nothing by seawitch

Hi, i'm in dire need of finding this fanfic as i've been looking for it forever and i still haven't found it TT. It's Kaisoo, Ksoo is this sort of mob boss (i think?) and his ''normal'' daytime job is selling fine china. kai is his lover, and he used to be a slave but ksoo made a deal with a guy who then gave kai to him as a gift. I think kai was from france or something, and he enjoyed crossdressing. Kai was angry at Ksoo for coming home late on their anniversary and then they had sex? lmao

10.

Hiii so I'm not sure if this fanfic has been posted about before and I did try to find it but it was basically about Kris and Yixing who were roommates and Kris noticed his underwear kept going missing and then he learns that Yixing kept taking them if you could possibly tell me I would appreciate it very much thank you!!

11. Wrapped Around Your Finger by  FanOfTA

Do you guys have any idea about this fic where sehun broke up with irene because sehun realizes about his feelings for her brother, suho? In that fic at first suho rejects sehun's feelings because he feels bad for irene? Thank you and have a nice day admins :)

Thanks to all the anons, ofheartshapedsmiles, teespoone, herder-of-gnorbus,  @yyeollie, notweirdbutunique, yixingsosweet, m1ntyapples, soo-my-fangirl-heart, flightlog-arrival,