#but smut for lyfe

[redbleedingrose]

Are you comfortable with smut because I just thought of the hottest smuttiest way to do accept a mating bond with Az 🥵🥵🥵

OMG OKAY SO I HIGHKEY WANNA WRITE SMUT 😫😫😫

BUT I thought I did a poor job in part 5 and part 6 🥸☹️

I DEF am down for any ideas tho if that is something y’all are interested in 😏🤭

I really wanna improve my writing so I’m down for a challenge ‼️‼️🫶🏽🫶🏽

[atinyprincesss]

mean femme x whipped butch …. but the roles are reversed in bed

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

i learned today that bunnies like to mount to show dominance, not just for sex ... sometimes it won't even lead to sex ... aaaaaand now I'm thinking of what i wouldn't give to have a breedable thing just minding their business in our shared living space when I'm suddenly on top of them for no discernable reason. Not even in a hurry or pinning them with my hands, just ... climbing on top, letting them feel how heavy i am, the heat of my cunt pressed against their ass, my breath in their ear and on their neck, my chin propped up on the top of their head .... they're reading a book on the floor, now I'm over their shoulder, reading along with them as their focus gradually drifts from the words on the page

[glenncoco4]

Just realized that I’m probably never gonna be Densi level obsessed with a TV/Movie couple ever again…but that’s what Smut books are for.

[violetsiren90]

I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH HOLY SHIT

Him holding the tie around her neck while she's holding all of his shares and them both just GIVING THEMSELVES TO EACH OTHER.

Ugh such beautiful characterization. This was so so hot and so so gut-wrenchingly lovely. 😫💘

Every time like the first time

A Vows story.

Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader

Genre: Arranged marriage AU, chaebol! Yoongi

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Sex, swearing

Yoongi’s watching you out of the corner of his eye, but he’s pretty sure you have no idea.

You’re definitely up to something.

He knows all the signs by now.

The restlessness of your fingers, tapping the glass coffee table. The furtive sidelong glances you keep giving him.

Yoongi stifles a smile when you undo the top two buttons of your blouse and tug it down a little.

He pretends to be engrossed in his book as you slide onto the couch next to him.

Soon you’re so close you’re practically in his lap.

Yoongi lifts his gaze from his book and turns to look at you like he’s just realised you’re there.

‘Hi, jagiya.’

You’re smiling cheerfully at him.

‘Hi, oppa.’

Yoongi asks, ‘Do you need something?’

‘No,’ you answer.

Yoongi nods to the open neck of your blouse. ‘Looks like a button came undone. Shall I fix it?’

You frown as he re-buttons your blouse, without touching you at all.

Yoongi asks, ‘Are you sure there’s nothing you need?’

You hesitate. ‘No, I don’t need anything.’

‘Anything you want?’ Yoongi prompts.

‘No.’ Even less convincing.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. ‘Well I’m trying to finish this book, so ——‘

‘Sorry,’ you say.

You sit up and go back to your side of the couch.

You glance at your phone and sigh.

Yoongi ignores you.

He’s just got back into his book when he feels something land on his arm.

Yoongi glances at the pen cap that’s landed beside him. ‘Did you throw this at me?’

You’re all wide eyes and innocence. ‘No, Yoongi.’

Yoongi scoffs but decides to let it slide.

A moment later a pen lands on his thigh, bounces off onto the couch.

Yoongi stares at it, then you.

‘Anything you want to tell me, jagiya?’

You’re buried in your phone.

A moment later Yoongi’s phone buzzes in his pocket.

Mrs Min: Yooooongi

Yoongi’s careful not to show any discenible reaction as he swipes away the text and puts his phone back in his pocket. His phone vibrates again, and Yoongi ignores it.

Finally you get up. You’re at the door of his study, hand on the door handle, when Yoongi says, low, ‘Come back here.’

For a split second, it almost looks like you’re about to ignore him.

Then you turn around and throw yourself into his arms.

Yoongi has the breath knocked out of him as you land in his lap.

‘Yoongi,’ you say, anguished. ‘I’m sorry.’

Yoongi nudges your head with his chin. ‘What for?’

You gnash your teeth. ‘I promise you, I’ll fix it.’

Now he’s worried. ‘What did you do, jagiya?’

‘I bought Min Holdings.’

Now that you’ve blurted it out, you slump over in his lap, boneless in your confession.

Yoongi says, slowly, ‘You bought Min Holdings? My family’s company?’

‘I’ll sell it back to you,’ you say, hurriedly.

Yoongi’s lost for words.

You’re already holding out a stack of documents, miserable.

‘It was meant to be the final stroke in my plot to destroy you when we first got married,’ you confess.

‘I hired a specialist team for mergers and acquisitions, years ago, and they’ve been buying shares in your company ever since.’

You look at your hands. ‘Then I teamed up with Jung Hoseok.’

‘Jung Hoseok?’

You misunderstand his question. ‘The CEO of Jungcorp —‘

‘I know who he is,’ Yoongi interrupts.

You wring your hands. ‘Anyway I’ve bought Jung Hoseok out, and I’m the majority shareholder in Min Holdings now.’

Yoongi’s taken aback by the extent of your treachery.

‘Y/N, this is excessive, even for you.’

At the sound of your name, you flinch like he’s struck you.

‘I’m so sorry Yoongi, at first I did it because I was so angry and then —-‘

‘Then I did it to see if I could.’

You bow your head.

Yoongi takes the papers you’re holding out to him.

He waits until you’re looking at him.

‘Are you saying that you own my family’s company now?’

Your face crumples. ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.’

You nod to the papers. ‘Please sign these and I’ll give it all back,’ you plead.

Yoongi asks, very quietly, ‘How can I trust you?’

You react like you’d expected him to say that.

‘I can’t ask you to trust me.’

You’re looking at him earnestly. ‘And if you —-‘

You stop, swallow, start again. ‘If you wanted to divorce me, I wouldn’t contest it.’

Yoongi stares at your bowed head.

‘I know I’ve gone too far, Yoongi. Please forgive me.’

Yoongi puts the papers down.

‘Look at me.’

You meet his gaze with effort.

‘I’ve known about this for a long time,’ he tells you.

Your eyes widen.

‘Min Holdings has been the target for a dozen takeover bids over the years,’ Yoongi says, gently. ‘You wouldn’t have been able to get as far as you have without us finding out.’

‘Then why?’

Yoongi says, simply, ‘I know you would never hurt me.’

He smiles. ‘I’ve had a hell of a time convincing my board to let you keep going with your nefarious plot.’

‘Also, my CFO wants to hire you.’

Your heart’s pounding, there’s a rush of blood in your ears. ‘Why would you trust me so much?’

Yoongi touches your face. ‘Why wouldn’t I? You trust me, don’t you?’

He slides his hand down to your neck, wraps his fingers around your throat, under your chin, loose.

‘You trust me to touch you like this, and not to hurt you.’

You shiver visibly at his words, almost leaning into his hand.

Yoongi can read the arousal in your eyes as he tightens his hand.

He says, deep voice dropped even lower, ‘Don’t you?’

He loosens his grip, and you suck in a breath. ‘Yes, Yoongi.’

There’s a huskiness to your voice now, a note of supplication he rarely hears from you.

Yoongi unbuttons your blouse deftly, and when he gets to your skirt he tugs the zipper down.

‘Step out of your clothes, my love.’

He steadies you with his arm around your waist as you shed your clothes and are left in your lingerie.

You can feel your whole body heat up as he gives you a leisurely look up and down, tongue pocketed in his cheek.

‘Look at me.’

His voice is still low, gravelly, commanding.

‘You trust me enough to stand in front of me like this, don’t you?’

You meet his gaze, heart pounding, mouth dry.

‘Because you know I’d never hurt you.’

Yoongi gets up and starts undressing in front of you. He unbuttons his waistcoat, unscrews his collar bar, dropping it on the glass side table with a plink. You step forward.

Yoongi stays perfectly still, looking down at you as you loosen his tie and put it around your own neck.

He tightens it without you having to ask, wraps it round his hand twice, tugging you forward.

‘You trust me to do this, and I trust you to tell me if it’s too much.’

You unbutton his shirt, unbuckle his belt, and Yoongi loosens his grip on the tie around your neck so you can kneel in front of him to take his trousers down.

Yoongi hisses as you mouth along his boxer briefs, the muscles of his thighs tensing under your hands as you find his cock, semi-hard and getting harder by the second under your mouth.

‘Up,’ he grunts, tugging hard on the tie.

You’re breathless by the time you’re standing again.

Yoongi watches you carefully until you mouth ‘I’m ok.’

He reaches behind you to unhook your bra, and you whimper as he leans down to lave your nipples with his tongue.

You’re sensitive, nipples stiff, and you cry out as he kneads your bare breasts with his hands.

Yoongi pulls you down onto the couch, lets go of the tie.

He puts his hand between your legs like it belongs there, and you’re wet, clit throbbing under the pad of his thumb as he presses down.

‘Yoongi!’

He hisses, brings his slick fingers to his mouth and sucks, and your hips move involuntarily, seeking him again.

Yoong pinches the soft flesh over your hip. ‘Keep still, baby,’ he says sternly.

He nudges his cock over your cunt, sliding it up against you.

He slaps your hip. ‘Thighs together.’

You watch as he slides himself between your thighs, the smooth head of him nudging up against your clit as he lunges his hips.

Yoongi takes your face in his hand, holding you firmly so you’ll look at him.

‘You trust me to be inside you like this,’ he says, voice like velvet as he enters you.

You gasp at the feel of him, and he pushes two fingers into your open mouth.

Yoongi groans, and you can feel the shudder of pleasure racking his frame.

‘Every time like the first time, jagiya,’ he tells you, pupils blown, top teeth sinking into the plush of his lower lip as he moves.

You wrap your arms around him, holding on as he pulls out almost all the way, slides back into you.

He flows and ebbs into you, moving in the way he knows pleasures you the most.

‘Good girl,’ he says, emphatic, grunting his approval into your ear as you come.

He picks up the pace then, pressing kisses to your face, his thrusts quicker, shallower, until he stills, hard and leaking inside you.

‘You trust me to give you myself like this,’ he says quietly. ‘There’s no one else I trust more than you.’

He kisses you again, and you feel him filling you. He stays, hard and twitching inside you, long after he’s come and for the first time since you learned your plot succeeded, you’re at peace.

***

Yoongi wakes so quietly he catches you admiring his bare back.

‘Ah, jagiya,’ he observes. ‘What are you plotting now?’

You tug the covers up over your bare breasts.

‘I was just admiring you,’ you tell him truthfully.

Yoongi turns over onto his back. ‘Don’t let me stop you,’ he says, giving you a smirk so cocky you want to throttle him.

‘You’re going to be late for work,’ you tell him.

‘No, you’re going to be late,’ Yoongi says, shrugging.

‘Technically, I never signed those papers, so the company is your responsibility now.’

You blink at him.

‘You’re going to need more than that face if you want to win people over,’ Yoongi says, sitting up. ‘Not everyone on my board will be as easily swayed by it as I am.’

You consider him carefully as he gets up and heads to the bathroom.

‘I guess I’ll just call Jung Hoseok for help,’ you call out.

Yoongi doesn’t even turn. ‘Hobi and I go way back,’ he informs you. ‘I’m sure he’d help you.’

‘Hobi,’ you mutter, disgruntled.

You trail behind your husband as he enters the bathroom and starts brushing his teeth.

‘Can you help me?’

Yoongi barely spares you a glance. ‘Say please.’

Your brow furrows with irritation. ‘I begged your forgiveness yesterday,’ you point out.

‘And today I want you to say please,’ Yoongi returns.

He puts the shower on.

‘I’m looking forward to having more time off,’ he muses, ‘whilst you run the company.’

You step into the shower behind him.

‘Please,’ you mutter.

‘What’s that? You’ll have to speak up,’ Yoongi says, the bastard.

‘Please!’ you snap.

‘Is that how you ask for things, brat?’

‘Please, Yoongi,’ you say. ‘Please please please take your company back.’

‘Fine,’ Yoongi says, nonchalant. ‘But you owe me.’

He laughs at your outraged expression as he turns.

‘Wash my back, brat.’

©hamsterclaw 2023

[haechurch]

Its mark lees bday (ystd) and i recalled the fact that mark says hes quite obvious if he liked someone, and the fact that i see him kinda obsessed with butts and all those videos where he groped members cheeks never fails to make me drool..... ah i need him in lyfe fr. Also istj♡

So thats why i made this smut based on those^ happy mark day<3

Your roommate is a famous jock, who is currently not home for celebrating his birthday at some party that throws just for him. Honestly, you didn't know it was his birthday until one of your friends that went there told you so. You're known as someone who doesn't like parties, although surprisingly enough, your mbti says that you're an extrovert, but you always find that you're too lazy to do the stuff.

So you're wondering when this your famous roommate will come home from his party, and think of something you could do for him as it's his birthday. He's home pretty late when he finds you watching spirited away in the living room.

"Hey, i thought you were asleep," he said. You munch on your popcorn and replied as your eyes glued to the tv, "hm, how's your party, birthday boy?" He chuckled and took off his cap, throwing it softly on the couch beside you, and heavily seat across from where you're sitting. He leaned back and spread his legs while his hand brushed his messy hair. "Cool, kinda tiring. Feels like my energy's being sucked," "well, that sound sucks." Both of you chuckled, he's so introvert for that (lol).

"I understand," you hum. "You know," you shifted on your seat, and as mark was clearly aware since he saw you in the living room; dressed so loosely only in your camisole (braless) and short pants, showing him a pose that makes you utterly look fuckable, you blurted out, "...do you have any idea what else that can be sucked at this moment?"

"What?" His tone was confused and he's kinda taken aback by your words.

You swear to god that teasing him is the most fun thing to do in this world. You laugh your ass off and brush him away, saying that you need to take a shower since you haven't done that today. I mean, why take a shower when you're literally at home all day?

"Since it's your birthday, why don't you tell me your wish? Or something that you wanted? Think about it while i'm in the shower." You wink at him playfully as you hopped into your room.

Mark's head is full of thoughts right now. He didn't know he would ask someone for giving him a birthday present, but he knows that he really needs that. He's thinking about it so hard as he cooling his head down in the shower too, until he decided on what he wanted for his birthday, especially from you.

Fyi, you can always hear when mark lee is jerking off in his room (or bathroom) when you're home. Of course, the wall is pretty thin and he's just too loud. So when you finished your quick shower and heard him in the bathroom, you knew exactly what he need the most for his birthday.

Later, you knock on mark's door, asking for permission to barge in. "Can i come in?"

"Uh-uh, yeah, sure," when you entered his room, you saw his hair is already half dry, and he is wearing a tight black t-shirt with shorts.

Holy moly.

Honestly, no one in the world would disagree that mark lee is hot.

You're making a bee line to where he stand beside his desk, and started talking next to him. "Sooo have you decided?" He chuckled nervously and started to act like an idiot. "Decided what?"

You frown an eyebrow, "your wish? You can tell me what you want for your birthday?" You reminded him. "Oh that, yeah, um-"

He placed his hand on his nape and be looking so awkward right now, but that's why you like him.

You bit your lips in amusement. Now it's getting harder to hold back.

You can't take it anymore and lean closer to him. He didn't even budge. "Mark.." you place your hands on his torso, and he slightly flinched at your action. "Tell me.." your hands caressing him down his abs, and stop at his groin. "Your wish." You whispered in his ear, and he swear he was getting goosebumps, his breath hitched when you place your hand on his center and gently cupped his bulge.

"Wait, wait, wait, hold up hold up," he's panicking as he points a pointless finger in the air, and you went crazy because of it. You're definitely a simp for mark lee.

"I-uh, hold up a sec, are you for real?" He's questioning instead.

"What do you mean?" You smiled at him. He's so adorable.

"I mean, why are you... i feel like.. this isn't it-"

"Mark."

"Yeah?"

"Just tell me, please? What do you want right now?"

You glanced at his boner and it's so fucking obvious. God it must be hurt. He has to quit playing dumb and ask for it when he knows he needs it more than anything.

"Fuck, help me with these," he gestured upturned hands right above his legs.

"How, mark? Tell me how do you like it, hm?" He has no idea how you had so much fun teasing him.

He got short-circuited again when you press your body against him and crane your head up, about to kiss him, "wai wh-" he backed off a little and placed his hands on your waist, both eyes finding each other as you hum before slowly close the gap between your lips and kissed him.

A short one. And then your eyes meet again, and he give you another kiss, this time out of his control. He basically pressed his face against yours, hands on your jaw before he put it all over your body and proceed to push you against the wall. You hang on him by grabbing at his nape and head, ruffling his hair into a mess. The kiss never breaks, he kiss you like he mean it, now he pressed his body on yours, and you can feel his big cock, hard as a rock. He's not that silent when kissing too, you can hear his breathy grunts and the fact that he's also a moaner. He tilted his head back and forth to kiss you at different angles, his tongue all over your mouth.

Both of you squirmed uncontrollably against each other when you make out against his bedroom wall, he squeezed your ass before he tapped your thighs for you to jump on him and bring you onto his bed.

He didn't waste his time pulling down his shorts and breathily plea, "suck me off."

You delighted hearing his request, overjoyed to finally have him asking for you to please him, "as you wish, sir."

You immediately take him into your hand, eyes locked with him as he winced, groaning when you suck his tip and swallow him into your mouth. When you started to bob your head, he throw his head back with a sigh, his neckline is prominent and his adam's apple bob deliciously.

You can feel your lips torn up because of how big he is, and you can feel the veins as you drag your tongue along his shaft. "Oh, fuck, that's it baby, you're doing so good," he hissed sexily and it almost made you cum. Embarrassing.

Considering how much you are already wet for him from just sucking his cock is insane. He face fucked you as he let out his honey moans and groans, every time you find his tip meeting the back of your throat and you felt like swallowing it, you try your best not to choke miserably on his cock.

"Where do you want me to cum?" He asked. "Of course, you can't talk." He chuckled as he mocked you. "You have to swallow it like a good girl, you think you can do that?" You nod your head eagerly. "Alright."

"Good girl." Every time he spits those words from his mouth, you felt your pussy clenching and it hurts.

His thrusts are getting faster and faster when warm loads run down your throat as he grunts loudly while throwing his head back again, then when he look down, you already gaze into his eyes and barely lick your lips, mouth full and smudged with his cum and your saliva.

"Shit.." he's savoring the sight before him for a while, and then he asked.

"Can i fuck you?"

You cracking up in front of him, it's not funny at all but-

"I told you, your wish is my command, baby." You started to strip and show him your naked body, prettily exposed on his bed, ready to be used.

"Fuck, isn't this my best birthday ever?" You laugh at him again.

"I know. Happy birthday, now eat your cake." You said jokingly.

He sneered and take his remaining clothes off, then crawl into the bed, and started kissing you from head to toe. He played with your tits, fumbled them here and there, pinching your nipples, nipping and licking. He sucked on the flesh just right above your chest, your throat, your shoulder, marking his mark.

"This tells that you're mine."

"Yours."

Your voice hitched and your neck arched when he lick your pussy, eating you out. You squirm under his touch and pull on his hair, only making him more passionate to giving you pleasure. He abused your clit and folds in the most delicious way that made you a moaning mess, the sound of him slurping your juices and his moan was making you beyond aroused. His tongue and lips find their way to clean up and suck every fold, fucking your hole. You whine when you feel like you're about to burst.

"Wait, mark, i wanna come around your cock," you asked him with a pout, and he can't really resist that.

"On your knees, pretty girl." You do as he says, eagerly arching your back and showing him your ass. He slapped it. Twice.

Mark rubs his tip sensually up and down your entrance before lining his cock to your pussy, he's doing that for a while, making more juices leaking from your core. But suddenly he put his cock between your ass cheeks then poked on the entrance, but never really thrust them. He's such a tease.

"H-hurry, please.."

"Hm? It's kinda nice to hear you begging like this, you know? What is it, pretty?"

"Please, mark, just fuck me," he never felt this victorious before.

He smirked and wet his lips, "gladly."

You moan as he rams into you, he picked up a steady pace as he fuck you from behind. He got your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drools are already all over your mouth and chin.

"Fuck, mark," "it's so good. So good, so good, so good," you cry over his cock, you heard him grunt heavily and he felt you tighten when he land another slap on your ass.

"Yeah? You like that, huh? Tell me you like it."

"I like it, i love it, ah-"

He's fucking you so good you felt like you're gonna cum soon. Your pussy keeps getting tighter as it swallows him, wrapping his cock like a gift.

"Are you gonna cum? Come on, cum around me, pretty girl," he squeezed and slap your ass, his thrust never faltered, bringing you into your climax. "Ahh- i think- i'm gonna cum, mark-"

The moment he played with your nipples, you lost it, you came so hard your vision got white as he keep thrusting into you, chasing his high.

"M-mark!"

"I know baby, i know, just, try to take this one okay, please,"

He pleaded. And you moan even harder. He piston in and out until you heard his deep groans as he cum inside you. Both of you were too immersed in the sex that you didn't realize what was just happened. He quickly pulled out though.

"Shit, i'm sorry,"

"It's okay. I'm on the pill anyways,"

When you glanced at him, he was breathing heavily, sweat covering his body, making him glow under the dim light. Mouth agape, hair's disheveled. Perfect.

"So.."

"So?"

"Uh, thank you, for the present. This is what i wanted from you. I guess.."

You smiled fondly at him. He has always been just a hot roommate to you although he's actually attractive in many ways, but you might really, really like him more than you thought.

"You know what?" You get up on your elbow, "you were always loud when you jerked off."

Oh.

Oh, he's freaking out.

"And that's.. with you almost every time calling my name.."

He's swearing in his head.

Mark lee, aren't you just too obvious?

[dilfspitdrinker]

Let The Light In | Joel Miller x f!reader

Description: You’ve been babysitting Joel Miller’s daughter all summer. No matter now much you try to deny it, you know you’re into him. But it’s just a little crush that you thought could never be reciprocated, until one fateful phone call. The shift between you two is irresistible, and you’re in for more than you ever anticipated. A/N: holy shit guys, sorry for the fucking hiatus?? Hopefully the smut in this chapter will make up for it. ITS HAPPENING! EVERYBODY STAY CALM! STAY FUCKING CALM! no guys seriously relax I'm already nervous don't make it a big deal shut up stop laughing. I've been mad busy with lyfe and college lately and had a hard time with this chapter, constantly having to remind myself that I do this FOR FUN and it literally does not matter if it's bad!!! BUT IM LOSING THE IDGAF WAR!!!! anyways enjoy and ily for reading

Warnings/tags: MDNI, oral + fingering (f receiving) (he give me brain like nyu), Joel is a talker, reader likes chocolate, age gap (reader is like 21 and Joel is in late 30s), (no his age doesn't canonically line up with what it should be since Sarah is like 12 here but idgaf)

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Chapter 7

Once you woke, it took only a moment for you to recognize Joel’s bed, and your thoughts immediately began racing. You hadn’t slept together, had you? There was no way you’d had enough drinks to have forgotten if that happened, right? A quick flip of the covers revealed you were still in your dress. Guessing that meant no. He wasn’t in bed with you, didn’t look like he’d even been there, the covers on the other side looked quite undisturbed. Confused, you supposed he might’ve woken up before you and made just that side of the bed. Weird, but what other explanation was there?

You quietly followed the same routine as the last time you woke up in Joel’s bed, rushing to the bathroom to check yourself. Even after fixing your hair and dress that had gone askew, the thought of going out there in your little outfit from last night made you cringe. You thought briefly about going back to his room and stealing some of his clothes, just to avoid walking into the kitchen looking like you’d passed out after clubbing or something. After how great your date went, you prayed you hadn’t ruined it by saying or doing anything mortifyingly embarrassing, since you apparently didn’t even remember getting into bed.

You steeled yourself and padded down the hall. Peering around the corner into the kitchen, your voice came out small, “Joel?”

He was sitting at the table, dressed casually, a mug of steaming coffee in hand. A smile spread over his face at the sight of you, “Mornin’ darlin’. You sleep alright?”

“Yeah,” you gingerly sat across from him.

He could see the question in your eyes, and answered it to save you the embarrassment, “I slept on the couch.”

With that revelation, you quickly switched gears. Your tone was devoid of humor, “Are you kidding me?”

He gave you a quizzical look.

“You let me sleep in your bed while you slept on the couch again?”

He laughed you off, but you wouldn’t let him get away with it.

“I’m serious,” you crossed your arms, “Doesn’t matter if I’m here, it’s your own house, you’re sleeping in your own bed.”

“Yes ma’am,” he grinned, taking another sip from his mug.

You glared at him, but the hardness in your face dissolved as soon as he set a cup of freshly brewed coffee in front of you. Despite your outrage at the sleeping situation, Joel’s presence still managed to put you at ease. You’d even forgotten about why the dress thing made you nervous, he was probably enjoying the view.

“What time is it?” you asked between sips. You hadn’t registered the hour on the clock when you’d woken up in your alarmed state.

“Early,” he responded.

You hummed, soothing your mild grogginess with the coffee. You wished you’d slept in just a little more. You wished you’d slept in with Joel. Not ready to back down just yet, you asked sharply, “And how did you sleep?”

He was amused by your stubbornness, “You’re not lettin’ that go, are you?”

“Never.” 

He sighed, “Just didn’t wanna get all up in your business, darlin’.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh please, you can get all up in my business anytime you want.”

He chuckled, “I’ll keep that in mind from now on.”

You two sat together, finishing off your coffees. Sunlight poured in through the windows, and you silently watched specks of dust float around him like a halo. His eyes still looked heavy with sleep, blinking slowly. More often than not, he would come home fighting exhaustion as he thanked you for watching Sarah. There were a few instances where he paid you a day late, accompanied with a text apologizing profusely for forgetting. You’d always assured him that it was fine, imagining how he must’ve passed out the second his head hit the pillow. In the quiet morning light, you wanted to pull him into bed, cradle his face, soothe the lines etched into his skin. You thought you’d do anything to relieve his stress.

He stood to collect your empty mugs, his broad frame towering over you.

Yes, anything.

You became newly aware of your dress, tugging the hem down a bit. While his back was to you, you cleared your throat, “Sorry for crashing here again.”

“How long ‘fore you learn…” he sighed to himself. He turned and crossed his arms, unexpectedly stern, “Will you quit talkin’ like you’re an inconvenience?”

The hand that fiddled with your dress stilled. You began fumbling through a sort of confession, “Sorry, I just, I don’t want you to think I’m… I don’t know…” You trailed off, unsure of exactly what image you were trying to avoid. Messy? Unpredictable? Opportunistic?

Brows turning up, he spoke, “Sweetheart, whatever it is, you gotta know that I only think good things of you.” He stepped forward and closed the space between you, capturing your face in his hands. He leaned down and kissed you sweetly.

As soon as your lips parted, the words spilled out. “This is gonna sound dumb,” you started, to which he immediately shook his head. You continued, wondering how much dumber you sounded with each word, “I just, I don’t want to do things that’ll make me seem– that’ll make you, like, not take me seriously. I don’t know if that makes sense.”

He pulled out a chair and sat facing you. “Why wouldn’t I take you seriously?”

So he was going to make you say it? You figured you’d have this conversation eventually if this thing was going to continue, but you didn’t expect to find yourself having it here and now. You felt unsteady, despite being seated. Inhaling, you willed your voice to come out stronger than you felt, “Because… I’m younger than you.”

The air stilled as Joel stared at you for a moment, thinking of the most careful way to say he didn’t give a damn about how it looked from the outside. Truly, he was old and gruff and undeserving of you. Indeed, you were young and pretty and lively and smart and giving and everything he fucking needed. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward, “Right. Let’s clear up a few things. First and foremost, I care about your feelings and your wellbeing. If the uh, the age difference is makin’ you uncomfortable or unsure, we don’t have to do this.”

You pursed your lips together, palms feeling clammy. “I know it’s… unconventional, or at least most people would think it is, but I’m okay with it if you are.”

“I’m the same way darlin’. Don’t want you thinkin’ I have a- a thing for young ladies, it ain’t like that. It’s just,” he looked into your eyes, “you.”

You cracked a smile, “Yeah, I’ve never gone after an older man before.”

“I’d hope not. Even most of these grown men ain’t good enough for you.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “And what’s good enough for me?”

“I could be, if you decide to keep me around,” he winked. “But hey, I mean it. If you start feelin’ like this isn’t the right thing for you, tell me. Please.”

You nodded, even though the notion sounded impossible. You wanted Joel with a ferocity unlike anything you’d felt before. Now that you’d had a taste of him, you needed more, even if blindly going after him made you look like a dog chasing a squirrel. For the first time, you wondered what your friends would think of it. Or your parents- would they wonder in bewilderment what had possessed you to seek out a single father? But they didn’t know Joel, you were sure that anyone who stepped into your shoes could understand why this man had you obsessed. Despite your insecurities, you were confident that he would be attentive to your needs. You looked into his eyes intently, “I trust you, Joel.”

He took it as a warning. “I know you do. And I don’t take that lightly.” He shifted in his seat, ruminating on whether you knew what you were getting yourself into. He didn’t want to deny your autonomy, but god, he didn’t want to be the reason you felt trapped down the line. And most of all, if it turned into a burning mess, he didn’t want to get Sarah tangled in it. But the way you were looking at him, those eyes were his weakness. How the hell was he supposed to deny himself of you when you were giving him that goddamn look, eyes revealing that you were so eager to please, dying to be something real to him.

“You check me if I’m outta line,” he poked your nose. The way you scrunched it had him falling faster than he thought possible.

“Oh, that’s my new favorite excuse.” Your voice turned parodic, “Joel, you can’t make me do the dishes, that’s taking advantage of me.”

“God, you’re gonna kill me, girl.” His warm laughter filled the kitchen, filled your heart. He stood, pulled you to your feet and into an embrace. You buried your nose into his neck. His lips pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

You sighed and mumbled into his skin, “I should probably get going, huh?”

He tutted in disapproval, “Go take a shower. Help yourself to my clothes.”

You pretended to contemplate, then said, “If you insist.”

In the shower, you reflected on last night, and finally recalled falling asleep on top of Joel. He’d probably carried you to bed. You cursed yourself for not being awake to remember the feeling. He’d probably lifted you into his arms like you were made of feathers. You focused on washing your hair to avoid getting too worked up, reaching for Joel’s shampoo yet again. Logically, you understood how one thing lead to another since the last time you did this, but emotionally, you could hardly comprehend how one phone call generated this sequence of events between you two.

The striking sense of deja vu followed your path back into his room. You rooted around his dresser, picking out a T-shirt and sweatpants. Pulling them on, you giggled to yourself, remembering your date banter about him wanting to see you in his T-shirt. You’d obviously meant it in a much less innocent way, but you supposed this counted too. While you were at it, you couldn’t resist the urge to snoop a bit. It seemed like he kept his room tidy, save for a few pairs of socks discarded on the floor. You slid open the nightstand drawer, not expecting much, but found some neatly folded clothes that didn’t look like his. In fact, they looked a whole lot like yours. Pulling them out, you confirmed, they were the clothes you had on the night Joel picked you up. You’d ultimately forgotten to retrieve them. You put them back as they were, deciding that your wardrobe didn’t miss these particular garments that much. But more so, you liked knowing that Joel kept a piece of you here, in his space, close to him.

Upon your return to the kitchen, he smirked at the sight of you, his shirt hanging loosely off your frame. You knew he’d like it. He leaned against the counter, nursing a second cup of coffee, “What you feelin’ like for breakfast, beautiful?”

You shrugged, “Anything.”

“You gotta gimme a real answer, darlin’.”

“Let’s do your favorite, I’ll help you make it.”

“Bacon and eggs it is, then.”

He was about to tell you where the pans and utensils were, but he watched you move around his kitchen with efficiency, already knowing which cabinets to reach for. He loved seeing you be so in your element in his house, like you lived here.

The moment felt insulated from the world. You, swaying slightly as you tended the stove. His hand on the small of your back as he moved behind you.

At some point, Joel snuck in some toast and fruit that you didn’t notice until you sat to serve yourself.

“When did we end up with such a spread?” you asked, baffled.

“When you weren’t lookin’,” he answered with a cheeky grin.

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You sat on the couch, struggling to stay focused on an assignment. The minutes crawled by, the afternoon sun casting sidelong shadows of everything in your apartment.

Your eyes lit up when the phone rang, a welcome distraction, and all the more welcome to see it was Joel calling.

You quickly picked up, “Hi!”

“Hey darlin’, whatcha up to?”

“Just finishing up some homework. What about you?”

“Sittin’ here in my empty house.”

“Sarah’s not back yet?” you asked, surprised.

“She was back for a couple hours, then left again to a friend’s house. She’s really been into sleepovers lately.”

“That’s cool,” you tried to sound nonchalant. “So, what, you want me to keep you company?”

He heard your smile through the phone. “You got me there. You can, uh, bring over your work if you’re busy, I don’t mind.”

Your heart tightened knowing that he didn’t mind if your attention wasn’t on him, he enjoyed your presence all the same. You liked the thought of doing your assignments at his place, but you knew you definitely wouldn’t have any hope of concentrating. “I’m almost done with this, let me finish and I’ll be all yours.”

He liked the sound of that a little too much. “Alright darlin’. See you soon?”

“Within the hour.”

“I’m countin’ down the minutes.”

You rushed through the rest of your assignment, crossing your fingers that your professor would get bored halfway through and skim over the drop in quality. You practically threw yourself into your car, only realizing that you hadn’t changed out of Joel’s clothes once you were too far from your street to care. Whatever, as if he would mind.

You arrived at his house, opening the unlocked door with a clammy hand. Here once again, with Sarah gone, just the two of you. After your conversation this morning, you weren’t quite sure where you two were going from here, and you were anxious to find out. You stepped into the living room, not finding him there.

“Hi Joel,” you called out.

You jumped a bit when a pair of large and strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you backward into him. His chest was so warm against your back, easing the tension in your spine.

He leaned down and kissed your temple, “Missed you honey.”

“Missed me? I was only gone for a couple hours.”

“Too many,” he mumbled into your neck, planting a kiss there.

Your heart fluttered. You hadn’t expected Joel to be such a lover, already treating you like his one and only.

“Have you eaten, baby?”

“Not since our breakfast.”

“You hungry?”

“I could go for a snack.”

“Then we’ll get you a snack,” he led you by the hand to the kitchen.

You sat yourself on the countertop while he grabbed something from the highest shelf. His shirt rode up a bit, and you got a delicious view of his skin. 

“I hide these up here so Sarah doesn’t get to ‘em,” he pulled out a box of chocolates.

“Ah, secret stash. Should’ve kept it hidden from me too.”

“You’re allowed to know,” he winked.

You reached to grab some, but he intercepted your hand. He held one in front of your face, and after a moment of staring blankly, it clicked, and you promptly opened your mouth.

He smirked, and barely whispered, “Good girl,” but you heard it loud and clear. He popped the chocolate into your mouth. It was dark, you thought you recalled him saying he didn’t like things that were too sweet. You hummed in enjoyment.

You noticed a smudge of melted chocolate residue on the pads of his index and thumb. A devilish idea occurred to you, and you held back a smirk so as to not reveal your plot. Feigning innocence, you took his palm and pulled it to your mouth, closing your lips around his finger.

He froze, eyes locked on your face.

You swirled your tongue around his finger, licking off the chocolate and savoring the taste of his skin under the sweetness.

He slowly pulled his finger from your mouth to replace it with his thumb. His index, still wet with your saliva, curled under your chin, tilting your head up while bringing his thumb up to your lips. Looking at him through your lashes, you sucked off the chocolate, teeth gently grazing the ridges of his fingerprint. He almost wanted to laugh in disbelief, laugh at himself for not giving you enough credit. You devious little thing, you knew exactly what you were doing.

“What game are you playing, hmm?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you narrowed your eyes at him, as if offended by the question.

“I know you want somethin’. What are you tryin’ to get out of me?” He came to stand between your legs, hands planted on the counter at either side of you, caging you in.

“Nothing. Seems like you want somethin’.” Your hands laced together at the back of his neck, drawing him in closer.

His eyes raked down your figure, pupils wide and dark. For the first time, you identified lust in his gaze. You wondered how many times you hadn’t noticed it.

Your lips met in an ardent kiss, and your tongues quickly found each other. His hands roamed your hips and waist, fingers pressing into your soft flesh. You felt the warmth of his skin slide under your shirt, but just barely.

You had him figured out enough. For all his flirting – and much as you wished he’d do as he pleased with you – Joel was too cautious, you’d have to draw it out of him. You nudged his hands to go further up, and with the encouragement, his large palms smoothed over your back– strategically braless.

A groan vibrated in his throat, and he detached his lips from yours just far enough to mumble, “That what you want?”

You looked deep into his eyes, testing the connection, seeing if he could read you.

He could. Like a fucking book. And from that gleam in your pupils, he knew exactly what you needed. He asked in a teasingly coy tone, “Want me to make you feel good?”

You bit your lip and nodded, buzzing with anticipation.

Immediately, he picked you up off the counter, palms spread over your ass and squeezing. Your arms clung to his neck as he carried you to his room.

He laid you on the bed, holding himself over you. His lips trailed from your face, down to your neck, nipping at your collarbone. Once he heard you taking deeper breaths, he leaned away to stand. You propped yourself on your elbows, watching him with curiosity mixed with disappointment. You voiced your dissatisfaction, “Why are you so far?”

Standing above you, he raised a brow. He grabbed your legs from the back of your knees and yanked you to the edge of the bed. You released a small yelp at the suddenness, but it only added to the desire swirling in your stomach.

“Better?” He splayed a large hand on your chest, pushing you back onto the mattress. He kissed a path from your mouth to your ear, and whispered huskily, “Or you want me closer?”

Your hands twisted in his shirt, wanting to pull him against you, but he was moving away again… only to kneel between your legs. He rested his cheek against your thigh, giving you a sultry look.

He toyed with the waistband of the sweatpants. “You look real good in my clothes, baby. Planning on stealin’ these too?”

“I didn’t steal them, just… haven’t given them back.” You could hardly string the sentence together with his knuckles running along your hips.

“Sure. Might as well take them back now,” he started tugging down the sweatpants, “y’know, ‘fore you forget.”

Past your knees, off your ankles, discarded on the floor. His lip curled at the sight of your little blue panties.

His hands slid under your shirt, pushing it up and finding your heated skin. Your heart raced and you clutched the fabric, “I think I wanna keep this on.”

His eyes flickered to yours, “Whatever makes you most comfortable baby. Can I still touch under there?”

“Please,” you nodded. It wasn’t that you felt particularly shy, the truth was, it turned you on more to have Joel doing this while wearing his shirt. It made you feel claimed.

You felt his breath against your thighs as he spoke, “I’ll go real slow baby, you let me know how I’m doin’.”

You nodded, heart racing with anticipation.

“Need you to use your words, baby.”

You swallowed thickly, then found your voice, “I’m ready.”

He looked down at the dark wetness staining your panties. His eyes flicked back up to yours with a smirk, “I can tell.”

He hooked his fingers into the waistband, and slowly, so damn slowly, pulled them down, revealing you to him. You felt his breath against your pulsing heat, “You’re gorgeous baby.”

His hands slid up your thighs, pushing them apart. With each thumb, he spread your pussy lips open. He groaned at the sight, “So pretty baby…”

Gingerly, you threaded your fingers through his hair. He looked up at you expectantly, a small smile on his face that you found reassuring. “Let me take care of you, sweetie.”

You gave him a small nod, and he dipped his head. He licked a thick stripe through your folds, eliciting a whimper from you. It reached a higher pitch when he attached his lips to your clit. Responding to your noises, he devoted his attention to your clit, licking and sucking at a pace that soon had you whining. One of his hands snaked up your torso, under the shirt, until it reached the softness of your breast. His thumb circled your nipple, adding to the warmth pooling in your loins.

He lifted his head briefly to check in, “How you feelin’ honey?”

“Good, keep going,” you rushed out, tugging at his hair.

He chuckled, “Yes ma’am.”

He replaced his tongue with his fingers, sliding two of them up and down through your wetness, circling your clit and teasing your hole.

“Joel, please,” you moaned.

“Please what?”

You whined in response.

“Gotta use your words, baby.”

You tilted your head back onto the pillow, faced with the ceiling. “I need your fingers,” you choked out, cheeks heating at the words.

He hummed, index and middle still giving attention to your clit. “Look at me,” he commanded.

You looked down at him between your thighs, and once your eyes locked, he began pushing in one thick digit. You moaned, eyelids threatening to close, but he captured your gaze again with a low voice, “Keep looking at me darlin', that’s it… good girl.”

Once his finger was up to the knuckle inside you, he started pumping in and out at a measured pace. When he reattached his lips to your clit, your head fell back and a long moan escaped your throat. His tongue swirled ceaselessly around the bud, making your hips squirm.

Slowly, he pulled his finger almost completely out of you, and you felt a second prodding for entry. They pushed in slowly, allowing you to relish the stretch.

“Joel,” you whimpered in a way that had him grinding against nothing. He pumped his fingers at a faster pace, needing to hear his name pass your lips again.

He curled his fingers up, and you clenched around him with a high pitched moan.

“That’s the spot, huh?” He looked up at you mischievously, “Yeah, I know.”

His other hand continued playing with your nipple. With your own hand, you pulled the shirt higher, exposing your plush tits. He suddenly pushed himself up, eagerly attaching his mouth to the swell of your breast. He pressed wet kisses down one side, nipping and sucking just hard enough to leave a few purple marks. His fingers never stopped massaging that perfect spot inside you, rapidly pushing you toward the edge.

“Joel- fuck- ” you panted, “I’m so close.”

He brought himself back down to your pussy, taking in the sight of you dripping around his fingers. He flattened his tongue against your clit, and the sensation made you jerk your hips up.

“That’s right baby, get yourself there,” he rasped.

You gripped his hair, grinding on his tongue. His fingers stroked your g-spot further with every movement. He had you right where he wanted you, thoughts reduced to nothing but his name.

“Joel,” you moaned brokenly, eyes rolling back. Your orgasm rippled through you, had you arching your back and curling your toes.

“So sweet,” you felt him mumble, his lips never breaking contact with your pussy. Like a man starved, he licked you clean, lapping at your juices. You whined every time his tongue brushed over your sensitive clit, hardly allowing you to come down from your high. You tugged at his hair, and he reluctantly lifted his head from between your thighs.

He kissed a trail up your torso, chest, neck, and finally reaching your lips. He kissed you softly, slowly, tenderly. But even through your hazy mind, you dared not think lovingly.

“What about you?” you panted.

He smoothed your shirt down and moved you onto your side, pulling you into his chest. “Don’t worry about me sweetheart.”

“But I wanna return the favor,” you mumbled into his chest.

“You’ll get to another time, I just wanna focus on you.”

You relented without much of a fight, still dazed and sleepy from your high. The steady rhythm of his breathing soothed you.

“I’m gonna fix us some dinner, how about that?”

You made a small noise of disapproval, curling further into his chest. He chuckled quietly, rubbing your back.

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Def def def requesting Lilith & Eddie Munson 😍 smut 4 lyfe but any crumbs you give will be beyond phenomenal I’m sure!

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Leighanne’s follower celebration.

Word count: 900

Warnings: smut no minors

You got me feelin’ like I been too mean, and everything I say I believe. Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve. Fuck like a demon, do it like nothin’, I am disgustin’

Too many times you’ve ended up here, smoke leaving your mouth is mystical wisps from between your lips, hips rocking to the slow and steady rhythm his big ringed hands controlled. Bruising grip on your skin, he watches you ride him like you’ve got nothing better to do, like you’re just wasting time. He’d let you waste every second of every day like this.

Joint returning between his plush lips, your hands find a new home reaching back onto the tops of his knees. The new angle pushing him deeper then he’d ever been, feeling like your walls were trying to suck his soul from his body. You could have it. He was yours.

Head pushed against the cushions of the couch, he has to fight the way his eyes threaten to close rolling in the back of his hazy head. He could watch you like this all day if you’d only let him.

Bottom lip sucked between your teeth, he loves the way your brows furrow in pleasure and concentration. Lifting your hips in a way that has you threatening to combust, the high keeping your pending eruption at bay.

You were always right here, right in his grasp but still always slipping through his fingers. Always giving enough to leave him wanting more, but you never gave yourself away. Not even to him, not even like this.

Smoke seeping from between his parted lips the joint threatens to fall from his slack jawed mouth. Smirking at the hooded eyes from the motion of your hips, you pull yourself back up stealing it before sinking further down on him.

“Jesus fuck baby, you feel so good.”

Ignoring the nickname you never let him say in public, you inhale big enough to feel it bursting from the corners of your blackened lungs. Twisting your hips in away that finally makes him give into the heavy-ness of his lids. You collect his lips letting your hit seep into his bones. He was your favorite like this, quiet, docile, completely and hopelessly yours.

Lips tugging up in a lazy half grin with eyes still closed, sometimes he thinks it’s all just some sweet sick dream when he’s buried inside you. A gift he wasn’t meant to have.

Silk walls grip him tight enough to groan out the smoke. His angel of darkness coming to collect what’s yours. You liked him here. At a distance. He liked you better this way, he just didn’t know it yet. In love with the version of you that you’ve presented to him with your best boot forward. Convinced he wouldn’t be able to handle you at your worst despite his never ending protests.

Twitching inside you when you grind against his pelvic bone; you could always watch him come undone. Blunt nails digging into purple hued skin, it’s enough to have you gripping him into oblivion.

Eyes shining brighter then the sunbeams peaking through his blinds, it’s almost enough to let him love you.

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20 Questions Game for fic writers

tagged by @terrainofheartfelt and @slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction (<3 <3 <3!)

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 25! (But I've written a lot more that are scattered across ffn and livejournal. I've been at this a while.)

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 153,671

3. What fandoms do you write for? Eternally Gilmore Girls, lately also Nancy Drew, and not for a while, but perhaps most notably Gossip Girl. (I've written for other fandoms, too, but not recently.)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? All the Lights that Light the Way are Blinding (Gossip Girl) November 24, 2016 (Gilmore Girls) Met You at the Right Time (Gilmore Girls) The River in Egypt (Gossip Girl) The Boyfriend Tour of North America (Gilmore Girls)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to, but I'm definitely behind on it at the moment. I so appreciate every comment I get (okay, every nice comment I get), and I want to acknowledge them.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hmm...I don't really do angsty endings. Maybe I Am Sorry to Tell You? But that's mostly because Lost hadn't actually ended yet when I wrote it so I didn't have a way to get Rory and Jess off the island. But it wasn't really presented as angsty. (I have occasionally considered writing a sequel.)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All of them? IDK, maybe MYatRT? Just because it takes such a long time to get to it, but I think it's earned.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Occasionally, yes, mostly on All the Lights..., or people commenting on other fics and shitting on All the Lights... in the process.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? I write v v v light smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written? lol, I wrote a Barney Stinson/Buffy Summers ficlet once.

I would say I'm not a huge fan of crossovers, but I wrote a bunch of short ones back in my lj days because a couple of my friends had a crossover fic contest...really more like drabbles.

And then of course there's I Am Sorry to Tell You. Because I got really into Lost at one point and had to find a way to combine it with Gilmore Girls. And honestly I think it came out pretty well.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so, but I've definitely seen stolen fics.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yeah! Someone translated All the Lights... into Russian!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I can't remember. Maybe back in my ffn days? Nothing is springing to mind.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? LITERATI 4 LYFE

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I'd like to finish Saturn Return someday, but I don't really know where it will go. Which is why it's unfinished.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, probably? I wasn't comfortable writing dialogue for a long time, but especially since taking screenwriting classes a few years ago I feel much more confident in it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle hard with plot. You want me to figure out what's going to actually happen in a story? Ugh!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I would probably only do it in French or maybe very basic Spanish, because that's the extent of not English that I'm confident in.

19. First fandom you ever wrote for? I'm pretty sure the first fic I ever wrote was a continuation of someone else's post-season 1 Gilmore Girls fic that they hadn't finished, but I never published it. (I still have it. It's hand-written...and bad. Because I was 13.) The first one I ever published was a Harry Potter fic on ffn. Also bad. Very unfinished.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written? 100,000% Met You at the Right Time. I could not be more proud of that thing if I tried. It was a labor of love, but it also came out exactly the way I wanted to, which is just...nearly impossible to imagine. Like I could quibble with some of the writing, especially in the first couple of chapters, but at the end of the day...it's really good. Which is not a humble statement, but it's true.

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The part of me that's your friend is so adamant about making it known that you always have my approval but the part of me that's a fan is getting a massive ego stroke over this.

Like this is Indy we're talking about, THE Indy, Anakin expert, critically acclaimed smut writer, and I get custom content at the drop of a hat??? Ridiculous arrangement, I'm not worthy, but I love it every single time. I'm a certified Indy groupie 4 Lyfe, I'd do anyyyyhing for youuu

I love you to bits and pieces 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

i will do anything for donnie’s approval im like their bitch

they mentioned they’ve been reading miguel content and they need more and my first thought was “i’ll literally write sumn for you”

so embarrassingly down bad for donnie

[murdrdocs]

so you know how steve’s mom is a “well respected woman” in hawkins ? yeah well that’s synonymous with milf in my mind.

and all i can think abt is going over to steve’s during the rare times when his mom is there and you’re “subtly” flirting with her. you’re complimenting her perfume and clothes and makeup, asking if she recently got her hair done and saying the cut and color looks nice on her.

to mrs. harrington, it’s nothing but girl talk, simple and sweet. but steve knows better. he sees the knowing glances you send him before you eye his mom, the way you lick your lips and smirk at him when she’s not looking. you’re not slick at all, even asking him if his parents are “on the outs yet” every so often.

it’s not disrespectful to him as much as it’s just irritating.

he doesn’t know why it riles him up so much. robin does the same thing and the reaction he has to her antics is completely different to the reaction he has to yours.

it’s not until he’s really contemplating late at night that he realizes what’s wrong with him. he still can’t put an exact name to it, but he has a deep feeling inside of him that the reason he gets so pissed when you flirt with his mom, is because he wants all of that attention to be on him.

it usually is, you’re his girlfriend and all, but god, does he get worked up.

and of course, he has to let up all of that pent up frustration out on you, fucking you against the same counter his mom was stood against just 20 minutes ago as soon as she leaves to run errands. he’s reminding you that you’re his, and no one—especially not his godforsaken, definitely straight, mom—can make you feel as good as he can.

[ggensblog]

finally reading cruel prince !

teehee

[whenimaunicorn]

There’s a certain elegance when the tags/warnings for your fic serve as about all that you need for a summary...

[sleeplessnightsleadtononsen-blog]

I wanted to write dirty words

But then I realized I also wanted to write about certain characters. And then I realized there was a story I wanted to tell. 

So I’m going to write my smut and grow my characters and tell my story.

And it’ll be a book.

This blog will commemorate it.

Hey there.