#i started writing this fucking story with a one shot smut tale

[impossibleprincess35]

Asphodel | ch 44

[Excerpt:]

Pre let go of her disheveled locks and forcefully shoved her back into the wall of the cell, shouting, “You made us weak! You disgrace our name!”

Her eyes opened just in time to close again as her shoulder blades hit the transparisteel surface and she cried out in anguish, “No! You have forfeited our safety and our peace!”

With a wild look on his face, he breathed heavily and argued, “It is a peaceful slavery you have sanctioned!”

“There can be no peace without freedom, and you have sacrificed them both in the name of your tyrannical greed!” Satine screamed as she clenched her fists and stepped towards him.

Vizsla’s face turned an inflamed shade of crimson, and for a moment, he wondered if having Bo-Katan do the honors of silencing Satine for an eternity was worth the wait. The kal in his boot was crying out to be drawn, to carve the breath from her throat against its blade, but he managed to stop himself. It was imperative that his plan be followed as he had intended, and he would not give in to his base instincts.

The former Duchess of Mandalore would die soon enough.

For now, she was livid like a diseased animal trapped within a cage, and he took pleasure in knowing that her diplomacy was disappearing as her humanity was stripped from her.

She would waste away in here, driven mad by the isolation and tortured by the knowledge that she could do nothing to stop him; and if she somehow proved to have a stronger constitution than he believed, he was certain that witnessing her sister murder her son would push her over the edge.

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Chapter 44 is up, the third part of the Shades of Reason/Lawless arc.

[lulublack90]

About Me

Hi there, Lulu here.

I do have a real name but I prefer to go by Lulu on here and Ao3 so please use that.

I go by she/he/they. Call me what you want I don't mind. It changes day by day for me in the real world, but my friends and family don't know that.

I'm pansexual but again only a few people know that.

I'm in my 30's but have the maturity of a teenager unless I'm in parent mode when I have to pretend to be a grown-up (It does not last long!).

I am a huge huge huge Harry Potter fan (Fuck JK, she's a dick!) My house is full of so many HP-related items. In fact, I think every room has something in it, thank the gods my husband is also a massive nerd.

In case you can't tell I am Neurospicy. I am in the middle of getting diagnosed with ADHD and by that I mean I am procrastinating actually starting the process.

Now where was I?

Oh, yeah I like so much stuff I can't think what else to put here but yeah Harry Potter, mainly Marauders era but I love anything really.

My fav ships are Wolfstar (I've loved them since I was a young thing and didn't even know it was a thing." Jegulus (My new love.) Dramione (Lord have mercy) Drary (Lord I need more mercy) Pandalily (Meep!) Dorlene (Squeek!) I like Marylily as well but not as much, but I love them when I read them.

My asks are open and you can send me whatever you want, no hate please no one needs that in their life and Tumblr is my happy place don't spoil it.

Things that make me happy

You guys. Honesty it's Tumblr, I've only just really found this and all you amazing people who like my silly stories that I've only been writing regularly since December 23 when I found you all. My husband and son make me happy and so do my dogs and cats. I love watching storms and autumn. I read a lot, I crochet, I knit, I write. I am a huge fan of chocolate. If you give me chocolate I will be your friend.

Music

Bowie. Nuff said.

But yeah I like a lot of different stuff, it depends on my mood as to what I listen to. I drive my husband mad because I like songs by lots of people but I can't remember what they're called or who they're by.

Books

My all-time favourite book will always be Prisoner of Azkaban. It is my happy place.

My house is full and I mean full of books. I don't actually know how many I have but last time I estimated I had 300 in my bedroom alone. (There are piles of books in every room 😬)

ACOTAR!!!

Shows/movies

Harry Potter, The Martain, The Princess Bride, Labyrinth, Hunger games, Twilight (Don't judge me they got me through a dark time.), How to train your Dragon, Disney anything, plus others there are so many and I'm bored of listing.

Good Omens, Schitts Creek, Parks and Rec, Bake off, Handmaids tale, It's always sunny, community, Harbin hotel, archer, vampire diaries. Plus more but yeah typing.

Okay I think I'm done but who knows I might add more if I remember.

Love you all

Lulu

xxx

My Ao3 List

These are my fanfics on my ao3

Bitten M- Remus, Sirius and James head to the forest for a fun full moon. Everything is going great until one of them has an accident. (This was the very first fanfic I wrote. It's okay.) Wolfstar. Complete.

The Prisoner T- Sirius Black has been wrongly imprisoned for 12 years. He's bided his time but now its time to escape and right the wrongs of the past.

The Prisoner of Azkaban as told by Sirius Black, filling in the gaps starting with his escape from Azkaban. Wolfstar. Complete.

The Cupboard E- Hiding from Filch and awaiting rescue things get a bit close in the cupboard between Remus and Sirius. Wolfstar smut one shot. Complete.

Birthday E(I think, I'm not good at telling) Sirius finds Remus alone in their dorm room instead of enjoying the party downstairs. Wolfstar. Complete.

The One That Got Away E- James agrees to throw a party at his house. Sirius asks to bring his little brother, how could that possibly affect James at all? Based on the micro fic series I wrote in January. Jegulus. Backcould Wolfstar. Complete.

Jegulus Prompt Series All the prompts I've written on here in one place.

Wolfstar Prompt Series All the prompts I've written on here in one place.

The Way They Were T - While Harry is clearning out Grimmauld Place he discovers that Wolfstar were a thing.

Love Hate and the Ability to Change M - Sirius is taking Remus to the hosital wing on the full moon and Regulus catches them kisses. After some rather nasty words Regulus tells Sirius something about himself.

The Way They Are M - Part two of The Way They Were. Harry and Draco spend more time together and Draco finds another box for Harry, this time from Remus.

[lexr86]

Masterlist

This is an 18+ blog! Come on back when you're old enough, kiddos.

Mostly, I write fluff and smut (and fluffy smut). Mainly fluff and smut about everyone's favourite metalhead Dungeon Master from Stranger Things. 🤤

Lately, I've started to branch into darker tales, still featuring Eddie Munson. All I can say about this is that I'm sorry. It was never meant to get this bad...

All my stories can be found my AO3 via the links below. The shorter ones are also available here via the Tumblr links. I also post some of them on FanFiction.net.

Series:

A Freak and a Weirdo (Eddie x Sam (original female character)) Sam character intro AO3

When you’re different, other people think you’re weird. When you’re wired differently, they think you’re the town weirdo. And if that wasn’t bad enough, then the town freak starts paying attention to you.

The one where I write a very probably autistic protagonist, who's definitely maybe me (I wish!).

Cupid's Bow: Tumblr (chapters posted weekly)

First Times: Tumblr (coming soon)

You Shook Me - Eddie x Lex (original female character) Lex character intro AO3

Eddie Munson wasn't expecting much from his life, Hawkins, or his trip to the mall one random day in 1985. But after an unexpected encounter with a fellow Hawkins High student in the mall elevator, an encounter that quickly threatens to develop into something more serious, he starts to see a future for himself. By her side, hopefully.

The long one... I'm finished the second story in this series & I've got an idea for the third story that I'm just dying to tell!

You Shook Me (Alternate Universe) - Eddie x Lex (original female character) AO3

These are alternative universe stories where things take a dark turn for those universes' versions of Eddie and Lex. You don't have to read You Shook Me to read the AU stories in this series but they'll probably make a little more sense if you do.

The one where I'm really fucking mean to Eddie and Lex for no other reason than I can be.

Some of the stories from this series are also available here:

Little Deaths: Tumblr

Multi-chapter stories:

All I Want for Christmas - Eddie x Ash/Aisling (original female character) AO3

In which our homesick heroine visits her cousins in Hawkins after being cruelly denied the one present she really wants this year, only to discover that there may be a little bit of Christmas magic left in this small Indiana town.

The Christmas one.

Eddie the Banished (and Monstrously Sexy): Stories of Eddie in deliciously monstrous forms! Collection: AO3

Horny - Eddie x Chrissy Cunningham Tumblr AO3

Definitions of horny (adjective):

having horns or hornlike projections

sexually aroused, sexually eager or lustful (slang)

The one I totally wrote because I wanted to be able to use the tags Horny Eddie Munson, Virgin Eddie Munson and Demon Eddie Munson all in the one story. 😂

My Heart's Aflame - Eddie x You There are two versions of this story, both from Eddie's perspective because I originally wrote it from a first-person point of view and then rewrote it from a third-person point of view. But in the end, I like both of them so you get to choose which one to read as I can't! First-person POV: Tumblr / AO3 Third-person POV: Tumblr / AO3

Eddie just wants what’s best for you. Although, in hindsight, what’s best for you is probably not inviting him in wolf form into your home during a snowstorm. But now he’s here, and you’re so good and kind. And oblivious to the monster that’s lurking at the end of your bed.

The one where no good deed goes unpunished... but what a punishment!

One-shots:

I'll Let You... - Eddie x You Tumblr AO3

Eddie Munson was such a cocky little prick sometimes. Who wouldn’t want the opportunity to shock him a bit?

The one that wipes that smug look off his stupid handsome face.

Escape - Eddie x Steve x You Tumblr AO3

Steve gives Eddie a gift. You.

The one that I'm genuinely not sure about. I tend to write long descriptive pieces so this was an attempt to keep things relatively short but I worry it lost a little something because of that. Also, the "sold into marriage" trope has been done to death but I hope I managed to not make it boring.

White Hot Shame - Eddie x female Narrator Tumblr AO3

Don’t worry about it, it happens to a lot of guys…

The one where Eddie thinks he has a problem but I'm not complaining!

No Y/N for any of the xReader/You stories because I can't stand it!

For good or bad, all my works are written by me because, honestly, who would want to read something that no-one could be bothered to write?

(these adorable little badges are made by Andy Carolan)

[tavyliasin]

Hello Darlings~ About time I dropped a little "about me" post to pin, right? Oh don't worry, I shan't bore you for long. My Carrd link there has a directory of all my fanfic works, giving you an overview of pairings, content, word count, and a little summary of each. I'm Tavylia Sin, or you may call me Tavylia, Lia, or Tavy, I'm not very fussy on that one, darlings~ My pronouns are she/her, and I'm a Cis Woman from the Nine Hells (or the UK, as it is otherwise known). If you'd like something a little more detailed about me, keep reading~

So, who in the nine hells am I, anyway?

Well, I'm a thirty-[vague coughing] year old creative writer. I've been writing other things, unpublished, for years now, but it was Baldur's Gate 3 that pulled me out of my shell and into the world of NSFW writing. So, I hadn't really written a single word of smut before late September 2023. In the month of October, I wrote over 80,000 words of it. I know, I am not sure how I did that either, but the passion took me and I didn't want to let go either, darlings, I was having too much fun. I still am!

What are your main works and pairings?

My first work was ATG, aka A Tav's Guide, or to give it the full and proper title: Of Living, Loving, and the Strangest of Bedfellows - A Tav's Guide to Fucking Across Faerun: Sordid Coast Edition A cautionary tale, loves, never let Volo name your work even if it is funny at the time! Anyway, ATG was meant to be a game-paralleling fun dive into how my Tav romanced Astarion but then still took every opportunity to indulge in lustful pleasures that was presented to her. There's some emotion in there, a reason to why she does who what she does, and although in many places I try to stick to canon there are plenty where I also deviate from it to find more fun~ I then started trying my hand at some non-ATG pairings and stories, indulging in a few One Shot stories as creative exercise and a few requests for people in the community. It has all kept growing from there! My favourites to write for are Haarlep and Raphael, as well as Astarion, Halsin, and Gale, though I'm honestly happy to give almost anything a try! I love trying to capture their authentic voices and find ways to stay true to their character motivations, or at least to twist them towards my sinful designs~ I'm also looking at writing more lesser-seen characters and pairings so watch this space.

What about Style? Tropes? Themes?

Darlings, most of my works will include some form of bondage, BDSM, powerplay, and kink. I find it all so very fun, and it can be gentle as well as intense, depending on the participants and the mood. I also write some occasional angst and fluff, when I'm not feeling the smut-fic flowing, and deeply enjoy exploring emotions. You'll find a lot of my writing runs long - even here, brevity is clearly not my strong suit! I enjoy longer dialogue, a build up to give context to the scene, and at least a little plot even to a One Shot scenario. When I really have fun with a piece, I just don't want it to end, really~ In terms of language, you may well find my works to be more verbose, and despite the topics I prefer to lean on softer terms and describe sensations and emotions more than the physical parts involved. I want you to be able to immerse into the scene, to let the feelings surround you and encompass you as the words flow from my page into your mind~ I adore reading other styles, but for some reason I struggle with writing certain words and phrases into my own pieces. So I find ways to be creative and still maintain the sex and the lust~ Whilst I might have some preferences in who I like to write for, or find some dynamics easier to write, I am also more than happy to write for suggested trans and nonbinary OCs, or if you asked me to write a canon character as trans or nonbinary I would love to try my very best to make your dreams come true~ It's a little disappointing we don't have trans/nonbinary main characters or NPCs in the canon, but of course fanfic can change that if you so wish. Incidentally, I always refer to Haarlep with they/them pronouns. This is what is used in the game from the Narrator, and also fits to how they are able to take on any physical form with little concern beyond what pleasure my be wrought from it. In my opinion, they have no interest in whatever "gender" is, unless it's some new sex move they haven't tried yet.

Have I seen you somewhere else?

Maybe darling~ I use this same name for Twitter, Tumblr, and Discord. Anything tied to my presence will use this same name, so that's how you'll find me. I'm most active in Galecord, where I adore playing with my fellow degenerates in the NSFW channels as we encourage each other with fic writing and art, enjoying each others work and gleefully sharing samples as we write too. My very dear darlings over there mean so very much to me, and have consistently been a voice of support that has fired me up to keep writing. Otherwise you might see me in a couple of others, like Tav1's performer's official server, but you'll rarely find me outside of NSFW zones. Indeed, the Tav'ern Babes discord is the only one I am in that is linked to any of the performers, because he doesn't seem to visit that area of the server. I would never wish to put my work where it isn't wanted nor personally push it towards any of the performers or game staff - if they find it themselves I'm more than happy for them to enjoy it (and will never want to know if they hate it, that might crush my soul), but it's here for us, the fans, to enjoy and play with as an extension to the game.

Questions?

You're welcome to drop me an ask, darlings, or to contact me through any of the links on my Carrd. If it's about my personal life though, sorry loves~ Part of what gives me the confidence to write and share NSFW works is the little layer of anonymity. I assure you though that my personality and platonic affections are entirely genuine, and I do intend anything nefarious~ I have been asked about KoFi or commissions once or twice, but fan fiction works should remain free to protect our right to keep making it. If I were being cheeky then I might suggest that I wouldn't turn down a gift voucher, but honestly I just enjoy being able to socialise and create within such a wonderful community. Some day I'll try and publish an original smutwork, make just a few pennies from it perhaps, to keep myself supplied with hot drinks and snacks while I curl up in my SmutCave tapping away at some new WIP that has seized my soul~

In short, loves, I'm a little bit like a sexy Batman. I'm the hero nobody asked for that turns up in the dark of the night, few know my secret identity, I have some wonderful accomplices in the Smutstice League (we're making that a thing as of this moment, right?) and I hope to make the world a better place in my own little way. By writing too much. The main difference? I'm not a millionaire/billionaire, and my fashion sense is just slightly better~

[toast-of-eden]

10 lines fic tag game

Got this from @kuroko99 who said i have no excuse not to (correct)

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

I WRITE SMUT, I AM TAGGING THIS MATURE. IF YOU'RE A MINOR STAY AWAY THANKS.

Vamphyuk WIP (ORV joongdok, dark paranormal romance, NSFW pwp)

Keeping his tone amiable, Kim Dokja casually inspected a viciously hooked stake, allowing the silver tip to gleam menacingly in the moonlight. "I suggest you reconsider your stance and answer the man. Joonghyuk hasn't fed properly in some time, you see."

2. Perpendicular (ORV epilogues, found family, angst, PAIN, song-fic (song by me))

Is Kim Dokja the Sisyphus or the Icarus in this tragedy? Does he carry out this world’s penance, or has he flown too close to the sun? Did he live out a tale of sacrifice, or hubris?

3. Scopophobia (ORV mundane psychological horror, pre-story)

And the eyes crept back in, swirling through the cracks of his broken phone screen, reflecting his anguish back a hundredfold. They surrounded him, hungry and predatory. One by one, they sprang open in the grouting, the stove, the dripping faucet — spreading like a virus, infecting every inanimate object they touched.

4. You couldn't do it without me (ORV genderbent kdj, joongdok, prohibition era mafia au, loooongfic, NSFW)

“You’re really no better than a mannequin,” said Dokja, who grabbed one of his hands, placed it on the small of her own back, and pressed herself flush to him.

5. I won't let you go undefiled (ORV joongdok, somewhere in the middle of orv, not canon like at all, NSFW, tw: dubcon)

And then he just held him there, gently cradling his head. Kim Dokja opened his mouth wide, so much so that he felt like a roast pig with an apple wedging it’s jaw open.

6. Out for blood (ORV joongdok, tiny one shot, NSFW, tw: noncon)

“Stay right where I fucking put you,” Joonghyuk said in a low, growling voice. Those were the first words he’d uttered aloud.

7. Only the best for you (ORV joongdok, tiny one shot, NSFW, tw: noncon)

[Redacted], [redacted], [redacted], Kim Dokja was totally, completely, helplessly fucked.

8. The More the Merrier, Or: Han Sooyoung, if you're going to use us for free labor, you can't tease us like that and expect to not get fucked. (ORV yoohankim, kimcom house, NSFW, tw: noncon/dubcon like really straddling the line)

Han Sooyoung had taken dick before. Sure, it was silicone and bright purple and its girth was somewhere in the ballpark of three of her fingers and it wasn’t attached to a person — but it was still, by definition, dick.

9. Han Sooyoung is a little shit, or: Yoo Sangah punches Han Sooyoung in the face, who promptly says, “Joke’s on you, I like that shit.” (ORV Sangsoo, early scenarios, NSFW)

So even though it was Han Sooyoung’s lips that started this, it’s Yoo Sangah’s tongue that draws it out, tasting and caressing and running across that delicate lower lip. Her hands that cup those slender cheeks. Her hips that push that petite body back into the wall.

10. Just a little reminder (ORV Joongdok, just like not canon at all in any way, NSFW, tw: noncon/dubcon)

[Redacted]

oh my god.

uh look out for vampire yjh fic i guess.

most of my mutuals have been lovingly bullied into doing this and i will continue to do so.

tagging @stingray-shelter you go girl

[ramrage]

(ghoapcollective invite link)

ramrage’s fic directory

welcome to the library! here are all of my mwii (let’s be real, it’s just ghostsoap. or soapghost) fics all in one place, ripe for the picking. You can also find this shit on my ao3, if youre so inclined.

SERIES

“fitting a square peg into a square peg” or “and they both were tops”

- COMPLETED -

summary: a riveting tale of two horny tops navigating the challenge of both wanting to fuck each others’ ass, not vice-versa. Unless…

ao3 link

rating: E

tags: crack, terrible flirting, first time bottoming

CH1

CH2

CH3

CH4

CH5

How about another Fortune?

- WIP -

summary: "Soap is a heterosexual man in love, and everything is great. Really, it is. Factually speaking, no less." Alright, so we all know that ain't sticking. This is a weird one (me writing F/M aside)—we're telling this story with got Facebook posts, comms transcripts, search histories, and (fictional) PornHub Wrappeds? All in service of telling the tale of one relationship gone wrong, and another gone right (?)

ao3 link

rating: M

tags:

CH 1

CH 2

CH 3

ghost’s ghost

- WIP -

summary: Johnny is KIA, which sucks, except he never really…leaves? Rendered with shitty humor to counter the (intended to be) actually-sad inner plights vis-a-vis mourning and shit, this tale tells the adventures of Ghost and his boyfriend, Soap who, coincidentally, is also a ghost. Consider it something of a MWIII campaign fix-it fic, though it was initially written pre-MWIII’s release

ao3 link

rating: T

tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Body Horror, Main Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Ghost John “Soap” MacTavish, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Crack, Dark Crack, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Changing Tenses, Not (always) chronological

CH 1

CH 2

CH 3

CH 4

CH 5

here we go ‘round the prickly pear

-WIP-

ao3 link

rating: T

tags: Temporary major character death, Reincarnation AU, suburban AU

CH1

CH2

(in the interest of) burning (everything down)

-WIP-

ao3 link

summary: I started this fic with an unrelated-to-anything fight (as in an emotional fight. A very heated discussion, if you will) and the rest of the fic kinda contextualizes and grows from it

rating: M

tags: angst, fighting, swearing, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, emetophobia

CH1

CH2

CH3

CH4

CH5

ONE-SHOTS

he is so soft

-COMPLETED-

summary: Jilted, short, awkward sentences mark this endeavor to write a non-sexy sex scene.

ao3 link

rating: E

tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Blood and Gore, Sexualized Gore, vaguely, the gore and the sex are treated with equal apathy idk, character names not used as an “artistic choice”, No Romance, Body Horror, POV First Person, Anal Sex, Spit As Lube, Rough sex, Sex but not smut

[ao3-oner]

Which Longer Work Should I Embark on Next?

Hi everyone!

So now that I’ve wrapped up M.S.I. and its prequels (I do still need to write my chess theme analytical mini-essay - haven’t forgotten, just getting around to it), I’m staring down the better part of four months until I start my Worlds fic. As previously stated, in the next few weeks, I plan to drop a few one-shots, mostly G and T-rated (since I’ve written plenty of smut for rn lmao), but after that, I’ve been considering starting up another longer project for this summer. I have a couple of ideas for what that might be, since there are a few AUs I’ve been rolling around in my mind for a while now. The thing is, I’m not entirely sure which one I want to start first – ideally, I’ll get around to writing all of these eventually, but realistically who knows how long I’ll be in this fandom – so I thought I’d ask you all if you have opinions.

Naturally, at the end of the day, I’ll just write whatever I want regardless of what the result of this poll is, but for reasons of curiosity...

Brief Synopsis of Each AU Below:

BotB AU -  the least developed of the three ideas, but that sort of makes it the most exciting

This story would be told in the form of a single multi-chapter fic – Idk exactly how long but prob at least 30,000 words, might also be partial chatfic – with varying perspectives, i.e. one chapter would be told by one character, the next would be told by someone different. Set in the 2010s Philadelphia house show scene among a group of indie bands: old T1 fans are fighting with new T1 fans about whether the band can even keep its name after subbing out everyone but lead singer Sanghyuk, but no one’s complaining about their new sound. ShowMaker and the KIAs keep getting banned from venues because of dozens of noise complaints from local Karens, and are now struggling to find new gigs. Most people are pretty upset about Generation G breaking apart after power couple Jaehyuk and Siwoo split up, but goddamn did it lead to the most iconic break-up tracks of 2012. And they’re all competing for one record label at the end of the summer that might finally get them out of this piece-of-shit city.

Fantasy AU - by far the most challenging/longest of the three, so I’d need to really commit if I don’t want to abandon this partway through

This story would be a quartet of fics, one for each of my primary ships (GK, OZ, CM and RL) with the main plot being told in the GuKe fic and the other three essentially being spin-offs, specifically prequels. This kingdom/deities/magic AU has a LOT of worldbuilding, but I’d be excited to see if I could pull something of this scale off. The central focus would be on the Archer Prince Minhyung, heir to Unkillable Demon King Sanghyuk, and his encounters with a mysterious monster of legend called Keria. In other tales, we have flashbacks to Prince Heo Su of the Kingdom of Damwon as he begins teaching himself dark magics (much to the dismay of his loyal knight and chief captain Kim Geonbu) in a tragedy culminating in the kingdom’s demise, plus King Jaehyuk receives a concubine from a rival kingdom who’s maybe just a little too knowledgeable about poisons. Also, armored knight Hyunjoon might be fucking the literal God of Thunder??? More news at sundown.

Omegaverse AU - Perhaps the most appealing one to start first because it’s more developed than BotB but less ambitious than Fantasy

Also it fits well with most of what I’ve previously written because the core of it is still set in a modern-day e-sports environment. Don’t be mistaken, though: not only is this an alternate universe, but it is full-on dystopia that thoroughly explores the sociopolitical implications of the omegaverse. Y’all do realize how dark and primal this trope is, right? I mean, is it hot? Obviously – that’s why I’m down to write it – but there’s so much more depth to it, too. This story would also be told in a quartet of fics, each one approximately 10,000 words in length (there is no “central narrative” for this one; just four different explorations) with the possibility of a fifth multi-chapter fic with shifting perspectives afterward and/or maybe a drabbles collection of miscellaneous short ideas I had for this AU that don’t cleanly fit into their own fics. The start of this series will likely just be a worldbuilding doc explaining my vision of everything, then diving right in with the first fic (GumaKeria).

[booksteaandtoomuchtv]

Okay, I could not let it be so here are some additional fics and authors you should check out

@mie779 has some fun stories - her CSSNS 23 fic (@cssns) is based on How to Train Your Dragon. But, my current favourite of hers is His Forever Girl.

@zaharadessert has so many amazing fics under her belt, but that fic that she wrote for CSSNS 23 is so, so good. The one-shot, Sacrificial Lamb, has so much packed in it. Honestly, I am hoping that her muse pulls her back to that story because I cannot stop thinking about it.

@teamhook has such a lovely and descriptive style. Her CSSNS 23 fic, The Last Witch Hunter, is fantastic and makes you want to sit with it with a warm cup of tea and just enjoy reading.

@pirateherokillian has several really wonderful fics floating around that you absolutely should read. I recommend With A True Heart for those of us who love period dramas.

@kazoosandfannypacks writes some of the most cosy and warm fics out there. For obvious reasons, Emma's First Perfect Christmas holds a very special place in my heart.

@deckerstarblanche has an A/B/O fic for CSSNS 23 which is incredible. An Offer She Can't Refuse is the first A/B/O universe fic that I have read and I adore it. The trust and love between CS is so wonderful and the smut is HOT.

@cosette141 is another one of my formative CS authors. She has a way of capturing Emma and Killian's emotional journeys so well. I have been reading her Begin Again series lately and it is so, so good.

@searchingwardrobes has 111 incredible, unique CS fics from which to choose. You really cannot go wrong, but I have been enjoying Scarborough Fair of late.

@cs-rylie has several noteworthy fics, but I have recently started reading Irish Betrothal and I cannot recommend it enough.

@ohmakemeahercules does incredible character studies and does an amazing job really getting into the heads and hearts of Emma and Killian. When It Comes to Loving Me is a brilliant study of the time Emma wanted to leave Storybrooke and return to NYC.

@hookedonapirate has written a CS version of Lady Chatterley's Lover. I mean... need I say more??

@goforlaunchcee has such a distinct voice and such fun banter in her fics. Smoke and Mirrors is one of her current in-progress fics (yes, another CSSNS 23 fic) of which I am particularly fond.

@xarandomdreamx writes some of the most beautiful, descriptive, and simply lovely fics that I have ever encountered. She has only started her fanfic author life, but what an incredible start she had with The Curse of Misthaven Manor.

@snowbellewells is prolific in her CS writings! There are over eighty fics to choose from and each one so, so wonderful. The Weight of the Crown (is a Feather on the Waves is one of my favourite fics, but her new one-shot for CSSNS was fantastic, as well.

@whimsicallyenchantedrose has written one of the most fun, self-insert fics for a few of the writers listed above and I am obsessed with it. The humour is so good and the storyline is so bonkers in the best of ways that I cannot get enough of The Girls' Trip Fairy Tale Ending

@undercaffinatednightmare has a CAPTAIN WHO COLLECTION. This is not a trick or a drill. There is a CS/DW collection and it is fucking fantastic.

@jrob64 has a lengthy backlog of stories that you should read. Start with Sowing Seeds of Trust when you do decide to start combing through it. You will be glad you did.

@veryverynotgoodwrites has a ridiculous username because her writes are very, very good and I adore them. Darkest Night is fantastic.

@elizabeethan is another one of the first CS authors that I found. She has written over fifty amazing fics, honestly, we have so much amazing talent in the CS community. Anyway, give Never Nothing a try.

@spartanguard writes some amazing fics. I know, broken record, but it is so TRUE!! Read Green with Envy and tell me you don't agree.

I KNOW that I will post this and immediately realise that I have forgotten someone and probably feel instantly horrible. But here is a start for you...

Let's spread some love 😘. What are some of your top five favourite cs fics?

Oh, Nonny... This is so difficult!!! There are so many incredible fics out there. So here is a list of the first five that came to mind because I rarely stumble on one that I don't love...

(1) @kmomof4 has a host of incredible fics. (It is kind of fun reading her backlog because her first few fics include author notes along the line of 'I am not a writer, but I had this idea. I will probably never write again' but she has 39 strong CS fics. I say all that to say... her recent Bridgerton-inspired fic A Mistress to No One is at the top of my list.

(2) @the-darkdragonfly was one of the first CS authors I read and I have yet to find a story of hers that I don't instantly fall in love with. I love her voice and style so, so much. She is single-handly responsible for my love for Will Scarlet. My current favourite of hers is Tempest - be warned it is incomplete-ish (it is a rewrite of an older story), but kudos and comments feed the muse... so, go read it and let her know how amazing it is.

(3) @nachocheese-itsmycheese will break your heart, bring tears to your eyes, and have no mercy for you while she does it. And, if that doesn't make for some amazing fics... I honestly don't know which of hers to recommend. Read them all? Currently, I cannot get enough of Between Waking Life and Our Dreams but that Darkness Series is also so good. And, I cannot forget the Captain Cobra story...

(4) @hollyethecurious and @winterbaby89 also have an entire bookshelf of amazing fics. Their joint effort Dark Hook Comes to Storybrooke is bloody brilliant.

I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I HAVE ALREADY REACHED....

(5) @donteattheappleshook is another of my first CS fic authors and, again, has a host of incredible fics for you to read. Not Broken at All is one of my favourites of hers, but seriously the other ones are so, so good that it is a favourite by the finest of margins.

But, seriously, this misses so many fantastic authors and amazing stories...

[rcksmith]

Venom — Five Hargreeves

You can find the 3 request here: anonymous 1, anonymous 2, anonymous 3.

Resume: Five and the Reader have hated each other for many years and nothing has ever changed that, but since Five has been spending so much time with Lila, the Reader are is extremely jealous. She always tries to ruin every time the two meet, but after a while, Five comes to understand where this anger that is bigger than usual comes from. And as much as the Reader is proud and would rather die than admit something, Five knows put she in her place.

Angst Prompts:

8. “Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second!”  

10. “Don’t touch me!”

12. “why do you keep bringing it up?”

15. “don’t raise your fucking voice at me.’’

21. “i can’t deal with you right now.”  

29. “I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.”

36. “you were my dream come true but turns out you’re a fucking nightmare too.” 

39. “i can’t have this argument with you again” “but-” “no. i’m done”. 

45. “Can you quit being emotional for five seconds?”

Smut Prompts: 

17. “After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

20. “Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

42. “this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you.”

51. “What did you just say?’’

72. “Fuck you.”

Fluff Prompts:

 4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

16. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass..” “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”,

21. “you’re not very intimidating.”

28. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?”  “Not.”

33. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

46. “it’s because i’m so attractive isn’t it?” “ i say this. and i cannot stress this enough. i find you completely repulsive.”,

59. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem!Reader.

Warnings: arguing, swearing, mention of murder/blood, angst, really jealousy, anger issues, REALLY HEAVY/ANGER smut, NSFW, dirty talk, degradation, but fluff and soft in the end.

Word count: 10K

A/N: omg that's a LOT of prompts and this fic is BIG GOSH HJDBJHDV. I merged the request since they had the same prompts and the same plot, but I took care to added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down.

We not tolerate any pedophilia here !! I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter, MHA and others fandoms. 

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you ❤️

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Some people are born with a kind of savagery ingrained in their bloodstream. Something that makes you chase your goals with the tenacity and ferocity of a Lion. Something that pumps adrenaline into your veins faster than other people, almost like a powder keg always ready to explode, to destroy anything that stands between you and your purpose.

It was dangerous to have a temper ever so subtly balanced, constantly at peace armed just waiting for the first sign to unlock the gates of hell.

Five and you could very well be fitted into the profile of people who are born with this natural aggression. Five Hargreeves was no prince charming, loving and upstanding, and neither were you a maiden who needed to be saved by a man. In a fairy tale, you will be the fire-breathing dragon and Five would be the dark sorcerer. 

You two were the villains of many stories. And neither both of you give a damn about it.

That must be why the Commission the two of you to work together. Because two killing machines cause more slaughter together than they do separately. And since they joined you two, the numbers of cases solved with a one-shot accuracy of 38 have increased by a number that left all the bosses with their jaws dropped.

Nobody was a match for the duo that everyone started to call “Death and Chaos”. Nobody got out alive if not to live, a trail was aways wiped out if you two were ordered to disappear with the bodies. All the most difficult and obscure cases were passed to the you two, and there was not one that not be resolved.

But such success at work didn't guarantee a good relationship between Hargreeves and you. Two extremely similar geniuses could result in nothing less that anarchy.

Five's plans were always very precise but your inability to resolve anything other than not on the basis of improvisation was an annoyance none of you could bear. Hargreeves thought before acted and you acted before thought. And that always resulted in endless fights and loud screams with curses and insults.

“Can't you just shut your fucking mouth before I rip your tongue out?!” Five spat out the words, green eyes blazing in a fiery rage that was aimed completely at you.

It wasn't your fault that you two be with a car broken down in the middle of nowhere. Torrential rain cascading furiously outside, the cold ricocheting off the shuttered windows, the furious splash of water splashing onto the bodywork.

“Are you forgetting that you were the one who crashed the car into that pole and this must have damaged the engine, asshole?!'' You growled.

“Chasing the target you missed!”

You wanted to scream that he only escaped because Five interfered in your fight with the target and you ended up missing the shot, just hitting the man's shoulder who immediately started running. In that second, you looked at Hargreeves in shock and anger, and Five snapped indignantly at your ingratitude.

“I didn't need your fucking help! I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.” Your voice was starting to rise in volume.

“The dude was triple your size, Y/N!” Five was extremely angry “If you ended up with any broken bones or dead, I would have to carry or bury your carcass, and I don't need your dirty, disgusting blood on my suit!''

“Fuck you!” You exploded, your gunpowder barrel destroying for the seventh time today. You were extremely exhausted, your body aching, your head throbbing. The moon found the peak in the sky and brought with it a heavy wave of weariness. There was no battery left in your system to deal with Five Fucking Hargreeves. "I can't deal with you right now!"

The gaze in his depths emerald green eyes changed from explosive annoyance to a visceral fury filled with hate and indignation.

“You know what?!” His voice was rough as sand in a wound. "You are right! I don't need to deal with you. I don't have to deal with all that fucking shit." He picked up the suitcase that was lying on the back seat of the car.“This shit is your fault so fix your mess youself! ”

Then, in a sour magic trick, the blue flash of his powers engulfed his enraged figure, vanishing any trace that would reveal the Five Hargreeves were once there. It took a second for you to convince yourself that he actually did it. But reality fell on your shoulders like a piano falling on top of someone in a cartoon.

“SON OF A BITCH.” You kicked the dashboard of the car, outrage coursing through your veins, the pain in your body crushing the muscles once more.

Your head fell into your blood-stained and rainwater hands, the light of the moon and stars being the only thing illuminating the darkness outside.  In that moment, your hatred for Five was as palpable as the bruises on your dirty skin, your anger being the only thing keeping you conscious and away from the abyss of exhaustion. It wasn't like you expected anything different from a guy like him, you'd do the same yourself if you had that kind of power, but that didn't assuage your hatred for the whole situation he put you in.

However, after a few minutes, the adrenaline began to subside and the tiredness increased. The sound of the rain outside was now just a sound in the background, the furious whistling of the wind was no more than a breath to your blurry consciousness, and the abyss of exhaustion engulfed you like a rattlesnake in its final pounce. You passed out, deeply.

Maybe it took a few minutes, or a few hours, but you didn't notice when a blue flash materialized beside you, or notice  the bright lights of the headlights of other cars advanced towards you.

Five Hargreeves hated you. With every cell in his body and whit every milliliter of warm blood coursing through his veins. He could be cruel, atrocious and selfish, but there was loyalty within his body scarred by so many fights. And as much as you had the ability to bring out the worst in him, Hargreeves wouldn't abandon a partner

There was a limit of anger and exasperation he could handle in a day, and you'd reached his quota. Five could have taken you with him when he disappeared in the flash to seek reinforcement from the Commission, but he was on edge and couldn't look at you anymore without a very strong feeling, that burn his throat from the inside out, come to the surface.

And, the truth was Hargreeves was afraid to find out what would happen if this mysterious feeling surfaced and took control, taking away all the self-control he'd built up his entire life.

There was something about you that scared him.

Something in the abyss of the depths of anger, hate and tantrum. There was something there, in the darkest corner of the dungeon of his soul,  something that always flared up whenever Five looked at you.

And he didn't want to find out what it was.

The seasons changing whit time. In the blink of an eye, winter was already autumn, the snow was replaced by heat and, just like flowers bloomed with spring, something in your dynamic with Five also bloomed with each season. The weeks ranig fast and the years passed even more faster. And, as much as the hatred of each other, the screams and the anger, were still very present factors in the coexistence between the two of you, your strange relationship established itself in a routine that perpetuated itself with each change of season.

The job required you to be together twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, and this became more than just work. The coexistence forced by the missions for so long planted roots and bore fruit, always being with one person meant that there was no one else to talk to, spend time with, reveal secrets and... know like the back of your hand every alley of each other's souls.

There was no one else to talk to when a case stole the best of you, when killing a child was what made you cry in the car, with Five sitting next to you and his male hand resting gently on your back, in a gesture of solidarity.  

There was no one else to drink with when exhaustion washed over Five and his powers needed time to recharge. There was no one else to comment on sarcastic observations of situations that only the two of you lived in missions.

So the coexistence between two arch-enemies became the coexistence of two colleagues who knew each other very well, and passed on to two friends who understood how the other worked. Soon, it was no longer difficult to be in the same environment. In fact, whenever one of you had to do something separate, deep down in the soul you two felt like getting back to your normal routine soon, for to be with someone who understood how each of you two work out.

That's how more years went by, the routine now as solid as the mountains on the horizon. And this remained in that way until one day. Until that fateful day.

You don't really know how it happened. You don't know if this was something you've been feeling for a long time. It was hard to connect with emotions when your job was to kill without scruples. But in anyway, when your bullet pierced another skull, when you sat in the same seat, in the same car, and wiped the blood off your hands like you always had for so many years, with Five in the same driver's seat, something inside of you changed.

You didn't want that job anymore. And it hit you like a hot desert wind.

You no longer wanted to kill, torture, bury bodies at four in the morning, leave one slaughter only to go to another the next day.

There would always be a new target to scratch off the map.There would always be more hot blood to be wiped off your hands. Was this how your whole life would be summed up? Killing? At that point, after so many years, you couldn't remember why you got into this job. Maybe it had to do with the money, maybe it had to do with the anger and hatred that a horrible childhood had resulted in, but whatever it was, it no longer made sense to you.

"What's it?" Five's voice, as intense as hot coffee, snapped you out of your reverie. "You seem very lost in thought."

You were no longer surprised at how easily he could unravel you. You did the same thing with him too. At this stage of coexistence, it no longer made sense to lie and hide things from Five. Not only would he know you're lying, but he'd know how to get the truth out of you without even asking this time. And, most of all, you trust him.

"I'm thinking about retiring." What an ironic phrase for a 27 year old girl to say.

It was in that second that you lifted your attention in Five's direction, finding the wide, breathtaking green eyes staring at you. Something very intense and conflicted was thundering in that sea of emeralds. As if a gray storm had chased away all the sun and light from the ocean.

Are something that, as much as you tried and as much as you knew he for so many years, you didn't know how to unravel what it was. Without you realizing it, your heart was racing, your breathing was blocked and now your hands were no longer cleaning the blood from your fingers.

Five Hargreeves said nothing. He just turned toward the steering wheel, started the ignition, and set the car in motion, heading toward the commission once more. Normally, at this point of conviviality, it was almost routine for the two of you to talking post-mission, sarcastic and witty remarks on the way to the Commission.

But this time there was no one voice for the entire ride. Silence reigned like an omen, hanging heavy in the air like a gray and black funeral, charged with very deep emotions. The intensity was tangible and could have been cut with a dagger, but you were focused on keeping your eyes on the landscape in your window to see his fingers gripping the steering wheel, the white color already taking over his slender fingertips.

And Five Hargreeves was too focused on looking at the road to notice your shaky breathing. Not realizing how much force he was puttin on the steering wheel, how much his heart was quivering in a way he'd never felt before. Even though he'd already taken this same route to the Commission dozens of times, this time something tasted different. The air felt different. This is the end.

The clouds outside began to close in a obscure shade of gray. The noise of the wheels running along the road was the only sound that hovered inside the four doors, for him it was like a chorus that precedes the condemned man's path to the gallows. A funeral orchestra of ruin. Five can't say why but, in that moment, as the world outside exploded in the same funereal colors that were painting his soul, he remembered his father's words:  “Hold your breath and count to ten”.

In that very second, just as his father's hoarse, raspy voice evaporated into the air like mist in the sun, the clouds gave way to their weight, pouring a furious torrent of water into the world. The droplets fell onto the car like infinite marbles, and the color of the horizon became even darker. Maybe the color of the future too.       As the sky's appearance turned almost apocalyptic with each car's advance, Five found no motivation in the whole body to care, to care if the storm would knock down trees in its path, blow off the roofs of houses, become a tornado. He didn't care.

Let the sky fall.

Not a word was said when the car parked at the commission, not a word was said as each went to their apartment, and not a word was said as night fell and the rain grew heavier. It was like a wall had gone up between Five and you all over again. Like the same as years ago. But now loaded with more emotions, not just hate.

You couldn't tell how you were. Not whit what you was felling. Is been so long that you have a routine that you couldn't say how to live your life without Five. You didn't want to live life without him. That was the only certainty you had.

The next day, while you were in the commission's file room looking for the profile of a possible target your boss asked you for, the retirement request still forming in your brain, the noise of a familiar blue flash echoed beside you.

“Five!’’ You gasp in shock, your suit tie now feeling too tight. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be picking up the new briefcase in the construction sector?''

“Y/n.” Only this. Just the way your name left his red lips like an incantation, the key to your secrets. No matter how many years passed, the way he said your name always made you feel strange things. “Are you still going to retire?”

That caught you off guard. Almost as if the sky turned red. You didn't expect him to broach the subject. You knew the guy, maybe at most he would give you god with a pat on the back and slam the door behind you as soon as you left the commission.

“I…” you took a deeper breath, letting your shoulders slump. “Yes, I think so.”

How would you live if you never heard that voice say your name again?

Five was silent once more. This time, his gaze was lost somewhere in the room. The six-foot-tall perfectly straight stance, the body of a guy 28-year-old's body exuding that cologne that always made your breath miss somewhere. His hands were tucked into the bottom of his dress pants, so you didn't know his fingers were squeezing his palms tightly.

It was then that he lowered his eyes in your direction. That sea of green deeply staring into every corner of your soul. There were secrets in that look. Secrets you want him to tell you.

Something inside you snapped at that moment. An electric current invading your body from head to toe. You'd already done a lot of things in your life, many of them devastated you, but in that little second, you knew that, whatever he was going to tell you, this is gonna take your down.

You were afraid that Five could hear your heartbeat. Because you could hear.

But as much as Five was feeling his throat on fire, his hands itching and something screaming that he might die if he didn't do anything, he couldn't find the words to tell you what was on his soul. He didn't know how to say that he couldn't imagine days when he didn't get mad at you, nights when you didn't complain about the cold and how annoying he was.

Hargreeves would rather you yell at him than never hear your voice again. You were a drug that, after so many years, he couldn't let go.

It was inconceivable to drive that car if you weren't in the passenger seat. He always knew there was  the possibility for you to leave this life. Leave that job. Leave him. But the truth was he wasn't ready for that to happen. Maybe he never was.

Five didn't know how to tell that he spent the night awake doing math equations to find the coordinates to get back to his reality. Not for him. But because…maybe, just maybe, if he showed you a new adventure, you'd agree to go with him.

Stay a few more years by his side. Maybe enough years until when you realize that you're already old and that you can't remember a life when the two of you weren't together.

Hargreeves would never make you stay in a job you were unhappy in, let alone one that requires killing. But he could give you a new offer. And maybe he could mask the need to have you on his side with the excuse that he would be leaving anyway. And if he wasn't by your side too, you could end up dead in any ditch, and he wouldn't soil his suit with your blood carrying your body or spend time going to your funeral.

When Five finally managed to tell you that he was leaving and that you could go with him - in a very not a eloquent way, that didn't show any romantic connotation or intentions at all - he was surprised when you accepted.

You didn't show any sentimentality either, saying that even if the downside of the situation was having to to deal with him any longer, you couldn't deny one adventure. Even more if it meant becoming a rebel and turning your back on the commission in a very disreputable way, since you couldn't ask for retirement now that Five was leaving tomorrow.

Hargreeves knew you liked reckless and orchestrated things right away, and maybe he was also counting on that motivating you to agree to go with him.

“it’s because i’m so attractive isn’t it?” you barked at him.

"I say this. And i cannot stress this enough. i find you completely repulsive."

That moment in the file room was one of the few situations where the two of you were soft on each other. And as soon as the chance of separation didn't hover over yours heads, the fights, anger and irritation returned with overwhelming force. Maybe because, in a very strange way, that was the normal for the two of you. That was you two comfort zone.

And that's how things unfolded. That's how you followed Five through dimensions, through his family dramas, through the second apocalypse. And that's how you ended up here, arms folded on the  Elliot´s couch, which you've recently begun to think is stupid, imprisoned in 1963 - a stupid time when it really always pissed you off more than usual. - Having to face Lila's stupid face because she was sitting on the other stupid couch in front of you

It didn't help that stupid Five was too busy explaining his plan to Lila one more time.

What a fucking stupid situation.

You don't know why you were in such a bad mood. And you've always been known to have an explosive personality, so being angrier than usual meant you was unbearable now.

Everything in your temper started to get worse the second Five returned to Morty's television with Diego and Lila. His brother didn't bother you, in fact you even found him pleasant. What got on your nerves was that girl who made you want to commit a murder all over again. Her voice irritated you, her big eyes made you want to break something, and the way she paid so much attention to Five, as if he were an heady snake enchanted by a skilled sorcerer, awakened a destructive sense you thought you didn't have more.

This situation was so fucking ridiculous. For God's sake, you were a grown woman. Extremely dangerous, categorized as the Commission's top assassin. How the hell were you in such a childish position? Seething whenever that girl silently looked at Five.

God, you wanted to gouge out those eyes.

It didn't help that she looked like an princess. And, as much as you look at yourself and brag about having boobs so much bigger than hers, she is very pretty and you can't help but be annoyed that you're giving vent to the female rivalry you've always hated.

What the fucking damn hell. You hated that girl.

"But what if your guys can't find your dad or if he doesn't help solve this crazy timeline you just said?" Her voice asking the same question again was the trigger.

“Can't you think for yourself or do you just like to have everything in hand?” You said, arms crossed, one leg on top of the other and the look on fire.

Five looked at you. “It’s a valid question.”

Oh he wouldn't defend her.

“For those who don’t have half a brain, that’s for sure.”

Now you had his full attention. “I've gotten used to your damn bad mood, but you're an extremely pain in the ass these days. Have you ever tried passion fruit juice?"

“Have you tried to go fuck yourself?” You retorted.

“Sure would be better than fucking you”

“I don’t know, Five, that friend of yours on the Commission seemed to like it a lot”

You can tell when his eyes were bloodshot with liquid anger, and it got even worse when Diego tried to stifle his laughter. As much as you were bluffing, Five didn't know that, and that's why things was so more interesting.

“Can you quit being emotional for five seconds? and stop to disturb my fucking explanation?”

Oh you who was in his way? Not the dumb girl in front of him? If he was so stupid that he realized that girl was wanting his attention, you weren't going to be like a fucking audience watching that.

“Fuck you.” You got up from the couch, grabbing your jacket from the chair and walking past Elliot as he came back with some snacks.

You slammed the door behind you, leaving four people silent in the room.

“Is the pretty girl leaving already?” Elliot asked in all his innocence, his pure intention just an annoyance to Five more.

The green-eyed Hargreeves stood up, huffing a curse as he disappeared in the blue flash, going to look for you. He found coming down the last flight of stairs, stopping on a step below you.

“What the fuck was that?!”

"What?!"

"Don't play dumb whit me, you know I'm referring to that little tantrum scene upstairs!"

“I didn't throw a tantrum, your asshole! Only that girl's stupidity was driving me crazy!'' You gestured with your hands, and when he went to retort you cut him off immediately "You feel the same as I know! I worked for years by your side, I've seen you yelling at someone for less than what she were doing."

“And what the fuck does it matter now?! I don't have TIME to deal with her mistakes if she don't understand the fucking plan. This time it's not targets or a stupid mission at stake, Y/N, it's the fucking end of the world! So if I have to answer a stupid question twice just to avoid a catastrophe, I'm fucking fine with that!''

Was an understatement to say that this time your entire body burned with rage. Your eyes fluttered slightly in an uncontrollable tic that came whenever you were extremely angry. And Five was surprised by the magnitude of your reaction. Of course he knew you had a quick temper, he had the same thing himself, but it wasn't normal for you to get so annoyed over some girl's questions.

“Don't raise your fucking voice at me! I'm not that girl upstairs who will be silent and listening everything you have to say!"

“Why do you keep bringing it up? You never did it anyway! If I remember correctly, the last few years have been full of fights because you don't listen to me!" His voice didn't lower, but you expected it to happen anyway. “If only you were like her and listened to me, things would be so much easier!”

That was like a slap. Burning, right in the center of the cheek, the  type that burns from the inside out. And Five realized he'd gone to far.

Anger easily turned to hate in your eyes, and something inside of you exploded into a mixture of hurt, rancor and sadness. Who was he thinking he was?! Did he think he was going to say any shit to you and you'd be quiet like a dog?! You didn't need him, you didn't need him in your timeline, and you didn't need him in this one either.

"So why don't you go make plans with your new toy and stay the fuck away from me?!" You cleared space between his body and the wall to pass, but the male hand gripped your wrist with the same precision he used to hold a gun.

‘Y/n, i…”

“Don't touch me! Fuck!” You pulled hard on your wrist, releasing any skin contact that connects the two of you. “If you value someone as much as she does, why don't you go there and enjoy it?! Do you think I need to stay here?! Whit you?! Seeing that damn scene?!'' You slashed with the same venom he poured on you, both blinded by rage. “I don't fucking need you! I got by just fine before you came along and I'll get by without you!"

"For God's sake! You know that's not what fucking I meant!" The glint of regret on the green sea gave way once more to angry waves. “And you can stop acting like you don't want to be here, because we both know you came here of your own free will fuck! I swear to god sometimes you are worse than any drama my brothers cause, i can barely think when you have your explosions!"

“You just go back upstairs damn! What the hell are you doing here then?!” You made a rude gesture with your hand to indicate upstairs. “Go back to your new toy!”

“ I swear to god you were my dream come true but turns out you’re a fucking nightmare too! I can't believe I actually asked you to come with me! I should have let you have your fucking retirement.”

Your air is gone. And if you had been slapped before, that was a punch in the stomach. “You're not worth my time, Hargreeves.” Was the only thing you managed to say, because the burning in your eyes was starting to be impossible to contain.

“Y/n…''

"No" Your voice was filled with a seriousness that made you shiver. “I can’t have this argument with you again”

"but-"

"No. i'm done."

You walked the rest of the steps down the stairs in a rage, swearing you'd kill that son of a bitch if he came after you one more time. There was a limit to your patience, and you'd already maxed out that day. But somehow, deep down, you knew he wouldn't come back.

You knew him too well to know that, and he knew you too well to know when you'd really reached the edge.

Neither of you two knew how this situation got this far. Nor at what moment did the normal of you two dynamics pass into the realm of real anger and discussion. The words came out as quickly as two gunpowder bombs explode on contact with the fire.

But, whether in hate or love, Five Hargreeves cared about you. Even knowing that you killed countless really dangerous figures, whole groups of big men, he couldn't help but feel a huge discomfort for you walking the streets alone at night, even more so in the year 1963. A time full of homophobia, machismo, racism, persecution and oppression. Full of shitty people with even more shitty principles who were willing to get into a fight if they didn't have their opinions accepted, and you weren't the type to shut up.

Not to mention the end of the world hitting the 10-day hourglass.

So when three days had passed and he hadn't heard from you, Five's feelings and worries spoke louder than any resentment or rancor over some stupid fight.

That was always one of the beauties of his strange relationship with you. It didn't matter how bad each other's tempers were, how shitty a situation or a fight. You two was always accepted by each other. Without requiring changes. You accepted his mood and he accepted yours. Nobody demanded anything, because nobody saw fault with each other. That was who you  two were, and the truth was that you loved and accepted each other in any form. Fights have always been normal, even more so with the two of you, but no one has ever demanded that one change his essence, be more sympathetic or less sarcastic.

Five Hargreeves didn't have time to take care of any situation Lila would ruin if she didn't understand the plan, but he did have time to look for you from corner to corner of that town. It doesn't matter how many days it took. In his weird way, Five put you in a very different kind of priority than anything he'd ever been through in his life. Family, work, obligations.

It wasn't the first time he'd dropped everything to go after you. And he prayed it wouldn't be the last.

But ,somehow this situation felt different. The air looked the same way in the car that day you said you were going to retire. That realization raised the hairs on the back of his neck.

In the end, was a gift from some deity or fate, Five didn't take long to find you. In a hotel. A long way from where Elliot's house was. He didn't even have to ask which room you were in.

You always picked number five, ironically.

A blue flash flashed inside your room, materializing the man you'd been thinking about so much the last few days.

'Five!' Your heart leapt in  your chest, your hands gripping the towel in front of your naked bodie.

To you, it seemed more like a diabolical trick of fate.

If honesty was needed at this point, you'd have to confirm that you were getting ready to find Five. The emotions inside you being clouded by the oppressive weight of missing. In those three days, you remembered why you agreed to follow Five. Why did you give up retirement. Why you became a defector.

Because it was no longer possible to live without him.

And that made you even more miserable and unhappy. Because, for the first time, you were truly sorry for all the horrible things you'd said to him. Because most of what you said was a lie.

You regretted freaking out like that just because was jealous. Jealous that that girl was looking at him with… with the same look you looked at him. And if you need to be honest one more time, you were terrified of him looking at her the same way —or rather— that he looked at you.

Of course  all that didn't justify your freak out, and as much as you'd never been so jealous before in so many years, it still wasn't something to accept. But regardless of what part of you is regretting, things wouldn't be decided if he wasn't regretting the things he said too.

Five Hargreeves liked to think he was always ready for anything. For any situation. But nothing could have prepared him for the way relief and missing exploded through his shoulders the second he laid eyes on you. He had forgotten how your image was the only thing that brought him peace. Hargreeves said nothing as he closed the distance between the two of you, letting the relief in his eyes say the words he couldn't say.

The masculine arms, chilled by the cold out side, enfolded you in an urgent hug. Desperate, sloppy. The type that tightens rather than comforts. Five held you like you were going to disappear. And maybe the fear of losing you was still hovering in his head since you announced your retirement.

"I don't regret anything involving you." It was the only thing his voice, rough as crushed coffee beans, could manage to say. His nose sunk into your wet hair, that smelled like lavender, happiness and home.

The chaos in his mind made him not realize the state you were in. The heat of the hot water on your skin, your hands still holding the towel or else you'd end up naked. But even if that cloth obstructed your actions, there was nothing to stop your words.

"It was a lie when I said I didn't need you"

His elegant face, with strands of midnight black falling lightly through his brows, came out of hiding to look into your eyes. Those deep green irises that made you forget your own name, but you would never forget his name.

This time, there was something new in the green expanse, something…overwhelming. Hot, needy, dangerous. There was a heat inside his eyes that you could feel on your skin. Like an omen. here was something different in the air in that second. Some unspoken confession, some invisible boundary crossed. Something that made the atmosphere more muffled, the breathing heavier.

It had been so many years that something hungry had been lurking, like a demon in the dark, at the very core of both of your souls. The same visceral thing Five always felt every time he looked at you. And that over the years that thing only become more hungry, anxious, selfish and angry.

There were days when Five wondered if could touch your skin gently, lovingly. Because that sensation was gaining a lot of space in his body and now, if he touched you, he didn't know if he wouldn't devour you aggressively instead of tasting you masterfully.

Staying away has always been the best option. Especially when you irritated Five to the point where he wanted to punish you in a variety of different ways and positions. Shut your mouth in many ways.

But this time, instead of controlling the leering eyes in your direction, nothing stopped Five from looking down your nearly naked body, devouring every line that existed in you, every drop of water that marked your hot skin. He always knew you were a temptation to his sanity. Your body always made him want to teach you different lessons than fighting and arguin.

He blew it out through his nose, hot, heavy, full of troubled emotions, and that air hit his steam-moistened lips.

There's always been an unspoken air between the two of you, an unspoken mutual lust, almost as if you two've spent all those years playing cat and mouse. Seeing who is won first.

Hargreeves wanna touch you so fucking much that itched his bones.

"You are so quiet." You whispered, that low, devilish voice that always made him bite his teeth. " What you thinking?"

It was always so wrong. So tempting. You were his partner. His enemy.

"I can scare you if I talk."

It sent a shiver down your spine and spread between your legs, making your thighs warm and the air more heavier.

“Try me.” You have decided to break a line that has long existed between you. "I don't scare easily."

Five was tired of your smart mouth. Your biting answers, your wit, and your constant need to always act like a brat. You'd been teasing him for years, pushing him to the edge, to the end of the parapet. And he's been imagining a thousand different ways to enforce control over you for years.

He still felt himself holding onto something. Perhaps on the same thread of sanity he'd been holding onto for so many years, which was growing thinner, more fragile.

But it was at that exact moment that you smiled.

Not the same smile you gave so often. Not an ironic, happy, mocking, or wistful.

It was a fiery smile, full of hellfire. A smile that made your features darken, your lips more sinful, and lust could be seen burning like a blazing fire in the world of your eyes.

At that moment, the wire snapped.

Hargreeves took your chin between his fingers in a tight grip, lifting your gaze until met his appositely. He brought your lips to his, with a hunter's slowness.

“I wanna to break you.” His words blew into your parted mouth, like cigarette smoke. “I wanna to hurt you. I wanna to hear my name from your fucking mouth. In screams so loud the neighbors will wonder if you're okay."

The only sound in the room was your intense heartbeat. You could no longer tell if you were still breathing. But you can said that the bedroom light has dimmed to a sultry, warm red.

Your lips trembled in a silent plea to be kissed. Tamed, broken.

“I wanna fuck you.” Five pulled you more closer to him, the grip on your chin still tight as iron. “but if i do it, i'm gonna kill you.”

It was at that moment that your hands turned to jelly, the towel dropping to the floor, the heat in your body exploding like fireworks. You could feel the arousal oozing from your pussy, staining inner thighs. Five growled loudly as he lowered his eyes, capturing your big boobs,your hard, prickly nipples for him. His gaze darted to your tiny waist, and stopped at the wetness that pooled at the tops of your thighs.

“Are you dripping already?” He returned his attention to your eyes, his body coming closer until the material of his shirt prickled your hot skin. “Just imagining how aggressively I can fuck you?”

His grip on your chin tightened, and you couldn't take your eyes off him, even as one of his hands went to your left breast, squeezing the flesh with a force that would have left the imprint of his fingers.

“I won't be gentle with you. “He warned. "Not when you've been teasing me for so many years, not when I've fucked so many whores thinking about fucking you."

You moaned this time. "I dont care."

“How are you behaving.” Five scoffed, the hot flesh of his lips brushing yours. “Did it take a fucking girl to flirt with me for you to be so obedient?”

He saw the lust mix with the anger in yours eyes. Eyes that aways drove him insane.

“What did you just say? Did you know then you motherfucker.”

“Of course, i not stupid.” He smirked mockingly.

“Then why the hell…”

“Because I wanted to see you confess.”

Hargreeves kissed you. Deeply. The kind of kiss a man shouldn't give a woman. The kind that ravages yours every thought, that annihilates all notions of pleasure, of desire, of lust. Five didn't kiss you, he stole your soul, swallowed your reasoning, nailed his name to your chest. Everything in the room exploded in shades of red, crimson. In muffled sensations, broken moans, heavy breaths.

Suddenly, Five's hands were all over the place. Exploring, squeezing, marking as property. He devoured you. And you wanted to be devoured.

“F-five” you whimpered as he slapped your ass, climbing onto your back in territorial grips.

"I'm always so damn busy dealing with you, lusting you, arguing with you, for to care about some girl's flirtation." His sharp teeth nibbled your bottom lip, both breaths heavy. “I’ve waited for this moment for a fucking long time.”

Your hands went to the back of his neck, squeezing the blacks hair, shutting his mouth with a kiss that was so desperate it was pitiful. Begging him to claim you, mark you, break you. You were offering everything to Five on a golden platter. Your body, your heart, your soul. Every bit of what it meant to be you. And he would welcome everything.

Hargreeves parted yours lips, a thread of hot saliva connecting the two of you for a second before disappearing into the void, only for him to plunge his mouth into yours breasts. His tongue licking each piece of flesh, sucking on the hardened nipple, moving on to the next and leaving a trail of bites and dark hickeys. Trademarks, property signs.

Five could no longer control himself. He lowered his hands to your legs, hooking and pulling you up. Your thighs hugged his waist, pulling him as close as possible. The room was filled with moans, gasps and growls, sounds that sent waves of arousal to your pussy and made your core throb with more and more desperation.

He turned you around in the bedroom, refusing to lift his face from your breasts even as he headed toward the bed, sucking the battered nipple like it was a fucking good toy. You mind whirled, clouded by sensations you never thought possible, sending any other priority into space.

Five slapped your back on the soft mattress, disconnecting his mouth from you and taking a full look at your entire body. His breathing was loud and aggressive, his clothes rumpled and his dark hair a complete mess. You weren't intimidated by his gaze in your naked body. In fact, you felt powerful like a goddess, sensual like a sin. And Five bit his lip at this, his arousal increasing aggressively.

"You're a fucking tease, you know that?" He slammed his open palm against the side of your thigh, taking the time to rip off his suit, shirt, and tie until he reconnected yours lips in an even fiercer kiss.

“I want you to fuck me.” Your voice came out as a broken whimper, a mixture of pleading, crying, and groaning.

Five Hargreeves were too much for your nervous system.

“Oh you poor thing” He scoffed, analyzing your hair. “Do you so badly need my cock like that?”

You squirmed on the bed, his hot body pressed against yours, his very masculine chest pressed to your breasts full of marks, hickeys and spiky spittle. Five had barely touched you and you were already a crying mess.

“Y-yes” you cried as he shifted his pelvis into yours, just a millimeter, a taste of his size. "please. I ne-need you to fuck me so badly!”

“You want that i fuck you stupid?” over a busy pelvis, hands having squeezing everywhere.

“Ye-yes!”

Hargreeves took the time to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. But this time, when he came back to you, he didn't bring his lips to yours.

“Open your fucking mouth.”

He ordered. And as soon as you did the ordering, Five tucked the belt into your mouth, making sure the material stood in horizontal between yours teeth, like a gag.

"If that damn thing falls out of your mouth while I fuck you, I swear I'll stop in the same fucking second."

You ground your teeth hard against the leather, your eyes flecked with tears of agony and anticipation, your body shifting impatiently. Five aggressively opened yours knees, growling loudly when he saw your soaking pussy, the sound only making your core throb even more.

“I want to eat you so bad. “He wouldn't look into your eyes. "But I need to get inside you today."

This time the green irises, now completely dark, looked deep into yours eyes. Making sure  left a tattoo of his name on your soul. “The only thing you'll feel in that dirty pussy is my cock. After so many years of teasing, you don't deserve my fingers or my mouth to prepare you today.”

He leaned under you once more, wrapping his arm around your waist and squeezing you tightly, the other hand went to his own cock, using the red, swollen head and leaking, in yours weeping lips.

You let out a loud groan, throwing your head back and grinding your hips against his cock.

“I know, little thing. You really need me to fuck you stupid” He teased, the cretin, establishing his eternal dominance in you. Letting out all the frustration of years.

Five raised her eyes to yours, his face completely serious and contorted from the Herculean effort he was making not to get into you.

“Do you know how much I've been imagining this?” He breathed against you “Wanting to see you like this, completely desperate and silent and perfect for me. A dirty fucking mess just because you want my cock so badly.”

A plea came from yours lips, yours hands digging their nails into his toned, ample back, scarred from struggles and missions that took work. Marks that you were together he won each one.

“You better tighten that belt tight.” his mouth lowered to your ear "Because I'm going to break you."

Then Hargreeves entered you. Completely. In one move. Making you swallow every inch of him, drooling around his fat cock.                 Just like he warned you before, you loud his name. Your head thrown back,  nails digging into his broad shoulders, your legs too wobbly to wrap around his waist. Five moan in a very high volume, bringing his mouth to your shoulder to discount the insane pleasure that he was feeling, biting you so hard it might make you scar. But the only thing you could think of was that he was too thick, too fat, filling every space in you and still fighting for more.

Hargreeves began to fuck you at an aggressive, raw, savage, primal. He fucked you with the hunger of a beast, of an enraged man. With each thrust, his head slammed deeper into you, as if trying to carve his own way, demanding more.

Screams, groans and the raw sounds of bodies colliding invaded the room, perhaps the entire floor. You tightened the belt like your life depended on it, and Five fucked you like the bottom of you could contain the absorption for all his sins. He tightened his arm around you, using his free hand to find balance on the mattress and momentum to increase the force of the thrusts even more. Beating inside you with force, hunger and urgency. It was as if Five wanted to devour you.

He connected his lips to yours, prevented from fully kissing only because of the belt. But that didn't stop Five from pulling his lips even more, mumbling against your mouth, cursing that you had such damn fucking good a pussy, who sucked he so desperately. With each degradation the knot inside you grew bigger, your mind became more cloudy, your reason was lost, and the only thing you could feel was his cock thrusting hard.

“Oh, are you going to cum yet?” He scoffed cruelly, only for his mocking tone to fade and give way to a serious, aggressive, bossy intonation.“You. fucking. not.”

That was enough to snap you out of your trance, looking at him in a mixture of bewilderment, desperation and pleasure. You cried a completely messed up please, your breasts bouncing with the force he buried his cock deep into you.

“Fucking not” Five growled once more. “After that little stunt? you're not getting off that easy”

You closed your eyes in utter annoyance, the moans still coming out as pathetic whimpers, the pussy drooling and forming a fat white ring around his cock, his swollen head always hitting just the right spot.

“Hold the belt tighter.” He ordered, bringing your body up with his arm closer to him, pulling her waist back toward him, biting his teeth with a force he barely knew he had.

You made a muttering that sounded like mockery, and he knew you too well to not have to hear a phase clearly to know what you meant. Always a brat who gets annoyed when you doesn't get what you wants. But this time, you'd given Five free rein to take out his annoyance on you. And he would use that.

His free palm landed on your left cheek in a smacking slap. You let out a loud groan, your hands going up his arms, holding on to Five like a mooring at sea.

“You'd better watch your fucking mouth. Did I Stutter? Do as you’re told!”

You obeyed without hesitation. Gritting yours teeth into the now completely ruined leather with bites and drool. It was getting harder and harder to hold the orgasm, and Five's slap only served as fuel to take you to the edge of pleasure, of delirium.

You had lusted after that for so many years, dreamed of him fucking you with the aggression you knew he had.

Five rewarded your obedience with his mouth returning to your nipple, sucking on the battered nipple and drawing a cry of over-stimulation from you.

"You can cum now."

He allowed, his own movements becoming sloppy, his moans and gasps getting louder. He wasn't going to last that long anymore, the insane pleasure crushing whatever train of thought he had, sending any phrase to hell. The moment Five felt your walls tighten absurdly around his cock, sending maddening waves through his nervous system, he cum with you, unable to stop it any longer. Hargreeves came in long, hot jets, filling every inch of you. The fat head sunk perfectly into your cervix, the sperm spurting right at the entrance to your uterus. The sensation made you feel extremely full, stuffed and totally satisfied.

Five gave you a few minutes to come down from the climax, removing the belt from your mouth, now with tender, loving touches.

"You did so well, babe." He praised you, his thumb brushing your cheek, yours eyes barely able to stay open.

You don't remember very well the seconds that passed, but you felt like Five gave you another hot bath, tucked you into his shirt and lay down beside you on the bed. Bringing your body close to his, massaging your neck with his thumb.

“That was wild” You finally felt more refreshed to speak again.

Five pulling you closer. "I'm sorry I was so hard on you."

"I liked." You whispered, your face buried in his warm, strong chest that made you feel like nothing bad could get you there. Not even the apocalypse. “Of course this isn’t what I had in mind when I yelled fuck you that day.”

This time his laugh was loud, half hoarse and. Your sense of humor was always a delight to Five, you always found the weirdest things to say and the weirdest comments, and he loved it. The truth was, you were an aphrodisiac for Five Hargreeves.

“Are you still mad at me?” your head didn't leave his chest.

"I've never really been." Five wrapped his arms around you, pulling the blanket closer to you, snuggling you. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

You pressing yourself closer to him.

"I shouldn't have said those things to you." His voice was soft and loving and caring. "I'm really sorry."

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass…” your voice whispered softly, muffled by his chest.

“I heard that!”

“You were supposed to!”

You both laughed, hugging each other even more. Five lowered his mouth to your forehead, placing a soft kiss on your warm skin.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you let go, and Five agreed.

“You're not very intimidating. Even when was screaming. It's actually quite funny.”

“Oh God, what am I going to do with you, little thing?” He gently pulled your head out of hiding, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Bear me. Just like I've put up with you for years. Cute."

“Are you flirting with me?” Hargreeves eyed you suspiciously.

“You noticed finally?”

You two lost yourself in laughter. And Five whispered an 'I love you too' into your ear before the two of you fell into a deep sleep.

[ramp-it-up]

Chris Evans

Imagines (RPF)

AdorkableChris777*

You meet Chris and don’t know it. What happens next?

Choices *

It’s the first weekend alone with your husband after childbirth. What do you choose to do? The choice is yours.

Don’t Touch My Hair*

Even though he’s your crush, Chris can run off at the mouth sometimes.

Shorts Story

Beauty turns into a beast when you see Chris in this shorts.

Sorry, Not Sorry*

Is someone going to be sorry they were a brat? Maybe. Maybe not.

Asks

Maëlle

A German exchange student catches Chris’s eye.

Easy *

It was absolutely necessary to write a CE drabble due to his piano thirst trap. How I Met Your Father universe.

Peek

You’re cooking up something good for Chris.

TikTok Challenge

You prank Chris.

Mountaintop

Chris takes you there.

Warm You Up

Chris says goodnight..

It’s Over

If you and Chris had just communicated, none of this would be happening.

Chubby Dumpling

Chris misses his chubby dumpling.

Work from Home

When Chris works from the kitchen table, you get to as well.

Kitty Kat

A Kitten is eagerly awaiting Chris when he gets home.

Santa, Daddy

Thanks to a bet with Scott, you are Santa’s helper for the night.

A Blessing

A drabble inspired by buzzcut Chris.

Series

Again Series

You do it again and again and again…

Bottle Rocket Series

Seb is your Daddy. But you also want Chris to be your Sir.

The Customer Series

Chris is a bit of a fuck boy. But everyone knows how he feels about you, his favorite interior designer

The Fit and the Feel Series

You’re caught between a rock and a hard body. Chris and Henry.

How I Met Your Father Series

Your kids ask you how you and their dad met. It’s a funny story.

The List Series (Dark! Chris)

Chris loves you, but he goes too far. How long until you find out, and will it be too late?

The Princess & Mr. Evans Series*

You interview Chris for your dissertation and it’s love at first sight. The journey to the altar and beyond is like a fairy tale.

A Starting Point Series

You are Chris’ Director of Diversity at A Starting Point. And he’s in love with you.

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Chris Evans Characters

Andy Barber

The Bar AU Series

Barkeep! Andy + You = ❤️‍🔥. How does your fellow bartender Frank factor into the equation?

Andrew & Princess Muffin Series

You were Andy’s paralegal. Now you’re his everything.

Ransom Drysdale

The Minx Series

You are cute, smart, and have one man in your sights. Ransom Drysdale

Lloyd Hansen

The Perfect Shot

It’s just another day at work as Lloyd’s intern.

TEACH ME + R U SHY?

More than just candy hearts, Lloyd gets his just desserts.

Jake Jensen

Angel Baby Series

Jake finds his perfect girl, you, but you’ve already found him.

Great Minds

To Jake, protecting you as an asset means more than just keeping you safe.

Ari Levinson

Little One*

Dom Ari teaches you a lesson in front of his friends.

Ari Love

Ari is your superior for this mission. Will you both survive the training?

My Favorite Things

Ari is your best friend in town. Could he be a little more?

Personal Growth

Ari was learning a lot of things about himself in this leadership program. Thing #1: He was a simp for you.

Johnny Storm

Make it Hot

Johnny just wants to make it up to you.

Cassandra’s Muse

Johnny, Wade (Deadpool) and Logan (Wolverine) experience your professional skills in the void. Together.

Steve Rogers

One-Shots

Call me Captain When I…

You were Steve's subordinate, but you'd met as friends. And Steve needs your help with something.

Mood

You and Steve were “special” friends. Until something that happens on one of your training missions puts Steve into a mood. In the same universe as Call Me Captain When I…

The Sweetest Nectar (w/ Sam Wilson)

Steve is pining for you and the fact that you are Sam’s girl doesn’t mean a thing.

Series

All the Stars Series (w/Clark Kent)

Angst. Smut. Cheating. Choices.

Always and Forever Series

The team finds you. You find love with Steve. Then he leaves. And then you find love with Bucky. Will you make the right choices?

The Greatest Series

You are your superstar little sister, Aria’s, publicist. She sets you up on a blind date with Pilot Steve Rogers. You two get along like oil and water, but it’s fire and desire with just one bed when you all go on Aria’s honeymoon in romantic Italy.

Sugar is Sweet Series

Steve and Bucky. You’re caught in the middle but these two friends don’t share, they compete. Who will win? And will it be you?

Sugar, Cubed Series x

Revisiting Sugar and the boys from the Sugar is Sweet series, and Bucky and Steve sure have grown up from their college days. They are no longer playing around. They are coming for you. How do you choose? And do you have to?

This Thing of Ours AU (w/ Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson)

This band of brothers by choice are running a crime syndicate while managing the women in their lives. Let’s see if they survive love and the mob. Includes Try a Little Tenderness.

The Avengers

Shield High School Faculty AU

What happens when hot, horny teachers get together?

Those Who Seek Release— One shot

You hang out with the crew and decide to chemically unwind. What could happen?

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[maliby]

Dare | Johnny Suh (+18)

↬ Pairing: Johnny x F. Reader

↬ Story Genre: smut, fluff

↬ Warnings: mature language, explicit sex scene

↬ Word count: 5.6K

↬ Summary:  You and your friend Johnny have this ongoing string of wild dares. There’s just one thing: you’re never allowed to say no.

“Good morning class, today we’re going to start learning all about the matrix!” Your Algebra professor happily announced, completely unaware of the horror that swept over his students.

“Wait, is he talking about the movies?” Your friend Taeyong leaned in as soon as Professor Weaver turned his back to write on the board. The rest of the class groaned, having heard tales of horror from their seniors about the subject.

“No, you dufus! Remember last year when Taeil was having a mental breakdown?”

“Oh,” realization dawned over his beautiful face, his big eyes widening even more.

You had had a crush on Taeyong from the first moment you had seen him (just like everybody in your year), but that soon went away as you got to know him and found that you connected better as friends.

“Yup. Matrices…” You sighed in terror while you rested your chin on the palm of your hand. “Maybe Taeil has some notes he can give us-” At that moment, the phone in the back pocket of your jeans buzzed, breaking you out of your conversation. You fished the device from your pocket and looked at the shiny notification bar - it was a message from your roommate, Johnny Suh. 

You looked to your left where said roommate was, sat just a few tables from you, and felt a feeling of dread creep up on you at the sight of his stupid grin. You didn’t have to read the message, you already knew what he wanted.

“Is it Johnny?” Taeyong asked as his eyes followed yours straight to the roommate you both had in common.

“Yes…” you mumbled through gritted teeth, quickly placing your finger on your phone’s Touch ID to unlock it and read the message.

Heeere’s Johnny 🔪 (10:35 AM): dare u to scream “fuck” as loud as you can

“Motherfucker…” you muttered with your eyes closed.

“What did he dare you to do this time?” You turned your phone to him as you noticed him trying to take a peek at it. “Oh no…”

It all started this one night at a frat house party. Back then, you were still crushing over Taeyong and, in a game of truth or dare, Johnny dared you to pick your nose and eat your own booger. Of course, any sane person would have said ‘no’ but, the tequila shots you had downed half an hour earlier made you anything but that. After that, not only did you not look at Taeyong for 2 weeks straight, but also dared Johnny to pick his crush’s nose. You thought he would never agree to it, but as soon as you saw the deed being performed right in the middle of the cafeteria, you knew you had just entered a game with no end.

“Y/N, you can’t do this! You’ll be in trouble!” Taeyong tried to reason with you, already knowing his words would fall on deaf ears.

“More trouble than I was in when I had to write a love poem to Professor Stevens on one of the questions of the Calculus exam?” You flinched as you remembered the talk down you got when Professor Stevens thought you were trying to have sex with him to get a better grade.

“Yeah...that was bad. But still-”

The buzzing of your phone interrupted Taeyong. You looked down at it and read Johnny’s second message out loud to your friend.

Heeere’s Johnny 🔪 (10:38 AM): are u scared? 🐔

You looked back at the sender of the message and felt annoyance grow as you saw him flap his arms around like a chicken and laugh straight in your face.

5 seconds. That was how long it took for you to completely lose your cool, flip Johnny off and yell from the back of the class: “Fuck!” 

You were expecting a couple of things to happen, but nothing could prepare you for the general reaction you got: laughter. Everyone was laughing, from your classmates to your professor. Everyone except Johnny, that is.

“Don’t worry Miss Y/L/N,” Mr Weaver said from the front of the class, breaking your stare down with Johnny. “Matrices aren’t as scary as they seem,” Mr Weaver fondly smiled at you before turning back to the board to write something down, leaving you completely perplexed.

You looked back at Johnny who had his face in a frown and stuck your tongue out to him - it felt good to see his evil plans backfire.

“That was lucky,” Taeyong commented with a little chuckle.

“Tell me about it, feels like the Universe has finally compensated me for all the stupid shit Johnny has made me do.”

“You’ve made Johnny do some pretty stupid shit too.”

“Shhh,” you turned to your friend with your finger in front of your lips, making the universal gesture for silence. “Let’s not talk about that,” you patted him in the back and picked up your pen to start taking notes.

“I’m back!” You announced as put your keys on the glass bowl right by the entrance of your shared apartment. 

“Taeyong, they were all out of your favourite yoghurt.” You heard noise coming from the kitchen so you moved your way there, but as you went inside you crossed paths with Johnny who was just leaving the kitchen. He was on the phone, and by the expression on his face, you figured that something bad must have happened. 

“What happened?” You asked Taeyong who was leaning on the balcony eating the last of his yoghurt.

“I don’t know, it’s his mother.” 

“Oh no, are his parents fighting again?” 

Taeyong nodded as he licked his spoon and threw the yoghurt cup in the trash.

It was then that you both jumped up at the noise of the door slamming shut - Johnny had stormed out of the house.

Both you and Taeyong had called him loads of times but Johnny never answered, worry consuming you and your best friend. Eventually, you both decided to split up and go looking for him - Taeyong on his scooter and you on your bicycle. 

After half an hour of looking for Johnny in the most obvious places, you started to get desperate. You were starting to run low on ideas of where he could be, but as you passed by a bus stop and saw an ad for a sunscreen with a girl on the beach you suddenly remembered something: Johnny once had told you that when he was feeling down he liked to go to the beach and listen to the waves because it really calmed him down. 

“Why didn’t I think of that earlier?” You questioned yourself (earning a few weird looks from the people at the bus stop) before you changed directions and started to peddle your way to the beach.

The beach was mostly deserted (being that it was December and it was cold), but a brown-haired guy could be seen sitting alone in the sand. 

You parked your bike in the empty bicycle spot, locked it and walked straight to the lonely boy. As you got closer to him and confirmed his identity you couldn’t help but sigh in relief - he sure as hell didn’t look good mentally, but at least he was physically okay. You fished your phone from the pocket of your jacket and sent a quick text to Taeyong before sitting right down beside one of your best friends.

“It’s a little cold for a swim, don’t you think?”

He smiled at you, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. 

“My parents are getting a divorce,” he deadpanned before looking back at the sea, your instant reaction being to hug him.

“I’m so sorry Johnny.”

“I begged them to just talk it over. I begged them to try but...they won’t.”

“Johnny…” you started in a warning tone. You wanted to tell him that his parents have the right to be happy, but you completely understood where he was coming from - nobody wants their parents to split up. You just wish you could take away this bad feeling from him.

“I know, I know…” he answered, picking up what you were about to tell him. “It’s just...hard.”

You studied his face for a while and noticed his eyes were puffy from crying and your heart completely broke. You and Johnny liked to tease each other a lot, but the truth was that you really cared about each other, more than you’d probably like to admit.

You placed your hand on his back and started rubbing soothing circles. He probably could barely feel them over his bulky black leather jacket, but you couldn’t help but do it. “We’re here for you. Me and Taeyong. You know that, don’t you?”

Johnny turned to look at you and for a brief moment, his eyes held an emotion you had never seen on him. Something you were sure you had misunderstood. Something that, weirdly, made your heart pound.

“I know.” 

Johnny kissed the top of your head and wrapped his long arm around you, snuggling you closer to him and his body heat. You placed your head on his shoulder and just sat there, hearing a mix of his breathing and the waves.

Suddenly your heart started pounding again - something about this felt way too intimate. Replaying the last few minutes in your head made you realize that all of this, somehow, felt like more than a friendship, and that, scared the crap out of you. 

Your own body acted on its own, and when you came to it, you were already backing away from him and saying something to deflect the situation.

“You know there’s a frat party tonight don’t you?”

“Y/N... I’m not in the mood.”

“Johnny Suh, you are going to that damn party, and you are going to have a good time!” You knew he was stubborn and that you probably had no chance of convincing him but then, something crossed your mind; something that would dead sure make him go. “...I dare you!”

He chuckled. “That’s a low blow, using the dares against me.”

“Isn’t that the purpose of a dare though?” You smiled mischievously, making him smile in return.

“Touché.”

“Woo-hoo! Look at you!” Taeyong whistled as soon as you left your room, all dolled up and ready to go party. “Who are you trying to bang?”

You sneakily took a peek at Johnny who was sitting on the couch and felt a shiver run up your spine as you saw his eyes completely locked on your form. “Mmm, no one,” you lied in a playful tone. 

The truth was you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that little moment with Johnny on the beach and, as you looked through all your clothes when deciding on what to wear, you couldn’t help but pick your most revealing dress with his reaction in mind.

“Yeah, I don’t believe you,” Taeyong said.

“Well tough luck! Now come on guys, the cab is waiting downstairs.”

When you were grabbing your bag to make your way out the door you felt a tall presence right behind you. He placed his big hand on the small of your back and whispered to your hair: “damn Y/N, didn’t know you cleaned up like that.”

You smiled to yourself and then turned to look at him. “Well, obviously you haven’t been paying attention.” You winked at him and turned back around, leaving to follow Taeyong to the cab while being fully aware of Johnny’s eyes on your back.

When both you and Johnny arrived downstairs, Taeyong had already sat in the front, making you both sit in the back.

The ride was a short one - only 10 to 15 minutes - but, nonetheless, it was full of tension. Taeyong was on his phone the whole time, and the driver kept quiet so, if it wasn’t for the radio the silence would be a deafening one. 

Both you and Johnny didn’t take out your phones, as it would be usual. He just leaned his head on the window and watched the city lights pass by, probably still thinking about his parents. You felt bad. You didn’t want him to feel this way. You wanted him to be his usual funny self and dare you to do stupid shit, but seeing him like this just broke your heart. 

You couldn’t help but stare at his side profile - he was handsome. Of course, you knew he was handsome, you were not blind, but this was the first time his handsomeness was affecting you. You couldn’t help but stare: stare at the way his styled hair brushed upon his eyes, stare at his straight nose and stare at his perky lips. 

Suddenly, an undeniable urge to lean in and kiss him emerged within you. An urge so immense that you caught yourself actually moving towards him, only to be stopped by him turning to look back at you with a charged expression. 

You shared a look for a few seconds. A look that made your insides tingle and your legs press harder against each other. What was happening to you?

Johnny’s hand was reaching over to yours, which was pressed on the seat between the both of you, and you could feel your heart start to beat faster. Suddenly, it felt like time had slowed down and all your focus was on that one hand. That hand that looked strong and delicate at the same time. That hand that looked like it had the power to not only be rough but also gentle. That hand that could grope you, touch you and fuck you so good until you cried for more. That hand that was so close that made you gasp in anticipation.

“We’re here,” the cab driver announced, breaking you from whatever spell Johnny had you on.

“Thanks. Keep the change.” Taeyong paid the driver and left the cab, immediately moving to open up your door.

“Milady,” he bowed, acting as your personal chauffeur.

“Why thank you,” you awkwardly bowed back, still feeling shaken up by the events of the car.

“Okay, let’s move!” Your group started walking towards the house as soon as Johnny joined both of you from the other side of the cab, Taeyong still completely unaware of what had just happened. “I promised Yuta we’d play beer pong with him.” 

“But Taeyong, you know I suck at beer pong!” You protested.

“I do. And that’s why you’re not on my team.”

“What?! That means I’m stuck with her!” Johnny whined from right next to you, making you turn and hit him in his chest, his hard pecks not going unnoticed by you.

“Hey!”

“Shut up Suh, you know as well as I do that you could use a drink,” Taeyong said before he spotted his friend near the entrance. “Yuta ma’ man! What’s up?”

“TY! I was beginning to wonder if you’ve gotten lost!”

“Sorry, Miss Y/N here took 3 hours to get ready,” he pointed back at you, making you hit him in his shoulder.

“Shut up Taeyong!”

“Come on man, did you get a good look at her? I’d wait an eternity if it meant I could look at an angel like her,” he winked at you before getting a sip out of his red plastic cup.

It was public knowledge that you and Yuta had fucked a couple of times. He was pretty hot, and the things he could make you feel with that tongue piercing of his were out of this fucking world. But tonight, you weren’t feeling him all that much - the tiny voice in your head telling you that that’s because you wanted to be railed by Johnny instead.

“Do you really think those cheesy lines are going to work?” Johnny asked out of nowhere with a hint of annoyance to his voice.

Johnny and Yuta were friends and him, more than anyone, knew that Yuta was a nice guy. Sure, he really liked to flirt, but he was also very respectful. So, his reaction made you wonder if he perhaps was feeling jealous. Secretly, you hoped he was. 

“It already did man,” Yuta winked at you once again, catching you a little off-guard. 

“Now, TY told me we’re not going to be on the same team for the beer pong. I’m usually a perfect gentleman, but I’m sorry angel, I can’t let you win.” Yuta came one step closer and picked up your hand and you swore you felt Johnny tense up beside you. “Maybe afterwards you could save me a dance?” He kissed the back of your hand and gave you a look that left little to no imagination of his true intentions - he wanted sex.

“Dream on, Nakamoto,” Johnny interrupted, coming right between you two and breaking your contact. “Stop stalling and let’s go.”

Johnny grabbed your arm and pulled you inside and away from Yuta and his advances. The look of bewilderment on your other roommate’s face didn’t go by unnoticed by you, but you forcibly chose to act like you hadn’t seen it. You didn’t know what it was, but you were liking this jealous side of Johnny and you were certainly curious for more.

“Alright, game on,” you heard Yuta comment before the loud music from inside overwhelmed you and your ears.

The game went on for a while. You lost, just as Taeyong had predicted. You didn’t mind, really. You just wanted to have a good time and the alcohol from the game was helping you do just that: you were currently in the middle of the dance floor dancing by yourself without a care in the world. You had lost your friends when you went to the bathroom and decided to go to the dancefloor when WAP started playing.

You were enjoying yourself. You were at that fine line where you were feeling the effects of the alcohol but you could still make your own decisions and you loved it.

Suddenly, as you were shaking your ass, you felt a pair of hands on your hips and a crotch on your ass. You wished it was Johnny, but as you opened your eyes and saw him sitting on a couch not far from you, you felt your fantasy crumbling. You turned around to see who you had just ground on and weren’t surprised when your eyes landed on Yuta.

“Hello angel, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Really?” You tried to put a little distance between you, but Yuta just pulled you right back in, your bodies now in full contact with each other.

“The way you look tonight...you’re driving me fucking crazy. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed in your ear, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. “All I wanted to do, was ditch Taeyong and the game and do that thing with my tongue that you like so much.”

Usually, that would be enough to make you lose your shit and pull him to the closest available bedroom, but tonight your mind was elsewhere. “Yuta...I’m sorry but tonight I’m not feeling it.”

His face fell in disappointment and he looked like a lost puppy, which partially made you feel bad for rejecting him, but you had to be honest. 

“You sure?” He asked you.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I’m sorry then...”

He was about to let you go; you could feel his grip loosening when someone yanked him back and away from you, leaving you confused.

“Leave her alone Nakamoto,” Johnny’s voice sounded right from beside you, making your heart jump.

“What the-? What is wrong with you Johnny? Why are you acting so- Oh…” Yuta looked back at you and you could literally see him putting all the puzzle pieces together in his mind. “I get it now.”

“Get what?” Johnny asked.

“Nothing,” you intercepted Yuta before he could say anything. “Yuta, don’t you have to go meet up with that girl?” 

You made some weird faces at Yuta so he could understand what you were doing and, thankfully, he did. 

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Have fun!” He winked at you and turned to leave, making you sigh in relief that that whole situation was over.

“That was weird,” your roommate commented. “Was he bothering you? I know he sometimes can be a little...persistent.”

You felt a warmth spread throughout your chest. You knew Yuta could never harm you, but the fact that Johnny was so worried about you made you swoon. Then a thought popped in your head that made the warm fuzzy feeling turn sour: was he worried because he liked you or just as a friend?

“No, it’s okay. He did nothing wrong. Thank you…”

“You’re welcome…”

The mood got awkward for a minute, with none of you saying a word until Johnny broke your shared silence. “I’m gonna go.”

“What?”

“Yeah...I’m sorry, I’m just not really feeling it.”

He looked mentally down and you felt bad for him. Johnny was always the one cracking up a joke - wherever there was laughter, he was always present. He loved to dance and to have a good time, and it broke you to see him like this.

“Hey, come on, dance with me.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m really not feeling it…”

“Come oooon…” You didn’t know how you could convince him, but then an idea popped in your head. “I dare you.”

He chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of at least making him laugh. “Playing dirty again Y/N?”

“Well, you aren’t giving me much of a choice now are you Johnny?”

“I don’t know…”

Before he could continue you started imitating a chicken, just like he had done to you in the Algebra class and you couldn’t help but smile at his laughter once again.

“Alright, alright!”

“Yes!” You chanted in victory, promptly grabbing his hands and making him dance with you.

The dance started out friendly, with a few spins here and there, but it wasn’t long before tension started rising up and his hands were on your hips, just where Yuta’s had been. In your head, you couldn’t help but compare the feeling of the 2. Yuta had nice hands, that had certainly made you feel good before, but Johnny’s somehow felt better. His hands felt like he cared for you on a much deeper level. Like they could hold you and never let go. Like they could protect you from anything and completely destroy you at the same time.

As your inner voice went on an entire monologue about the wonder of Johnny’s hands, you found yourself looking him dead in the eyes. The way he was looking at you was making you think wild things, and with the buzz from the alcohol, you couldn’t help but want to act on those thoughts.

Without an ounce of self-control, you let your head move forward and your mouth whisper in his ear: “I dare you to grab my ass.”

Without a second of hesitation, his hands were on your ass and you were exhaling on his ear. The way his big hands were fully grabbing you and massaging you was turning you on so much that you could feel yourself get wet. You wanted nothing more than to have him lift up your dress and finger you in the middle of everyone.

Johnny moved his head near your neck and you thought for a second he was about to kiss you there, but you were surprised when he spoke in your ear. “I dare you to grind that sexy ass of yours on my cock.”

“Fuck.”

Just as he had done with your dare, you promptly complied, turning around and rubbing yourself on his semi. You both were walking on some dangerous paths, but you didn’t think any one of you could go back now.

As you moved your ass to the music and felt him grow harder and harder you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to fuck him. You wanted him to end you. You wanted him to fill you up so good that he’d ruin any other man for you. You wanted his hands all over your body. You wanted him to grab your tits and play with your nipples. Fuck.

You reached your head back and whispered your next dare to him: “I dare you to play with my boobs.”

“Gladly.”

And then those big hands that were previously on your ass were now caressing your breasts and you felt like you were completely done. 

“Mmmh…” you moaned, not sure if he could hear you over the loud music.

The way he was pinching your nipples over your dress made you feel glad you decided on  not wearing a bra tonight. He was making you feel so good just with his fingers on your nipples and his clothed cock on your ass that your mind once again thought about what it would feel like to have the real deal.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

The dare had caught you off guard. You had been so in a trance by the grinding that your mind went straight to the fucking and skipped the kissing, but now that he had requested it you couldn’t stop thinking about it. So, consumed by desire, you turned around and glued your lips to his. 

You wrapped your right leg around his hip (his hand once again coming to the rescue and grabbing your thigh) and felt his cock rubbing you straight on your clit. The feeling was so pleasurable that you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore, you had to have him now. So you pulled back from the kiss and plead for the last dare: “I dare you to fuck me.”

Johnny didn’t waste any more seconds, he grabbed you by your hand and lead you up the stairs to the first spare bedroom he could find. He then pushed you to the bed, making you fall right on the mattress.

“When I saw you with Yuta I went fucking crazy.”

The way he was towering over you and looking down on you as he confessed his feelings to you was slowly driving you mad. You never imagined you would be where you were right now, but now that you were you could confidently say that you wanted nothing more than this.

“I turned him down because of you,” you also confessed, now suddenly feeling shy and not being able to look him in the eye.

He chuckled.

Suddenly the mattress dipped between your legs as he joined you on the bed, right on top of you. 

“How the fuck did we end up here Y/N?” His fingers gently placed a misplaced lock of your hair behind your ear, catching your breath at his tenderness.

“I don’t know...but I think I don’t want to go back.”

“Good. ‘Cause me neither.”

His lips were back on yours and although the kiss felt different this time, it quickly evolved to something more. His hands ran down your body and went between your legs, his fingers rubbing you over your drenched panties.

“You’re so wet baby. Is this all from grinding against my cock?” His fingers slid under your underwear and easily entered you, making you moan.

“Fuck, yes. I can’t stop thinking about your cock, it’s driving me crazy. I want to fuck you so badly.”

“I want that too.” Something dark took over his eyes. Something that, in combination with his low and breathy voice was making your desire for him grow to even bigger levels. 

“Lately I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” His free hand pulled down the upper part of your dress, exposing your breaths to his hungry mouth, as his other hand picked up its pace. “I lay awake at night just thinking about you: your smell, your hair, your smile, your eyes, your lips, your body…”

“Johnny…” you moaned his name as you felt that sweet pleasure building up from within you.

“Fuck, that sounded better than I imagined. Do that again, baby.”

Johnny’s other hand joined the one between your legs and began its assault on your little bundle of nerves, intensifying the amount of pleasure you were feeling. “Fuck Johnny, I can’t take it much longer…”

“Cum for me baby,” he instructed as he tried to alleviate himself by rubbing his cock against your leg.

“Ohshit-” you incoherently mumbled at the arrival of your orgasm, your walls spasming around his long fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” Johnny mumbled against the skin of your belly as he pressed soothing kisses on it.

You smiled and took in a few more breaths so you could talk. 

“Since when are you this romantic Suh?” You asked as you finger-combed his now messy hair.

“Since always. I just only show it to special girls.”

You looked away, suddenly feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. Damn Johnny Suh and his smooth ass talking.

He chuckled before moving closer to your face and kissing you across your jaw. “Since when are you this shy Y/L/N?”

“Since-” You opened your mouth to answer him but came up short, ending up getting frustrated instead. “Shut up and take your clothes off!”

Your roommate laughed at your annoyance and immediately complied, removing his shirt and working on his pants. You couldn’t help but stare at his buff body: his bulging biceps, his washboard abs and his juicy pecks. You were so lost in desire that you didn’t even notice that Johnny was eyeing you up.

“Enjoying the view?” He teased, the stupid grin on his face driving you mad.

“Shut up,” you said once more, not enjoying the power he had over you.

“Take off your dress baby, I wanna see you too,” he requested as his hand caressed your naked thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

You obliged, quickly removing all your clothes and exposing your naked body to his hungry eyes.

Johnny didn’t say anything, but you could tell by the way his cock twitched that he was affected. So affected, in fact, that within seconds he was on top of you devouring your lips.

Both your hands wandered on each other’s body as he dry humped you between your legs.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked between ragged breaths.

“Fuck, no. But wait a minute,” Johnny reached for the bedside table and opened the first drawer, finding exactly what he was looking for. “Jackpot.”

“Did you know that was there?” 

“No, but I figured. After all, this is a frat house,” he explained as he opened up the package and rolled down the latex condom on his cock.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Fuck, yes. Just put it in.”

Johnny didn’t wait a second longer. He grabbed his cock, ran it up and down your slit a couple of times and slowly entered you, the feeling of fullness being completely indescribable.

“Oh Johnny, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, tell me when I can move.” Johnny was nuzzled up in your neck, leaving tiny love bites as you adjusted to his cock.

“You can go.”

He started moving slowly at first, a string of moans spilling out from both your mouths, but, soon after, his hips started thrusting faster and harder and you found yourself clawing at his back. 

“Shit,” he hissed before glueing his lips back on yours.

For a moment you both lay there on your own little pleasure bubble, just fucking and swirling your tongues together, with moans and cusses being spilt left and right as you enjoyed each others’ bodies. For a moment, nothing else mattered - just you and Johnny.

“Baby, you’re taking me so well. You are so perfect,” he confessed as he kissed you all over, his words almost making your heart jump out of your chest.

“Johnny, baby, I’m so close.”

“Me too, fuck.”

Johnny was drilling into you so hard that the sound of skin slapping on skin was drowning out the music coming from outside. You were almost there, and as you felt that sweet feeling building up in your core you took a chance to really look at Johnny: the way he bit his lip, the way his brows frowned in pleasure, his dishevelled locks and the way his veins popped on his arms as he held himself up so as not to crush you. He was so fucking hot you couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it sooner.

“Johnny, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, beautiful. I’m right there.”

That was all you needed. Just like that, you were crashing and burning around the man you had considered as ‘just a friend’ for years, your walls milking him dry and making him spill everything inside the borrowed condom.

You didn’t move for several minutes. Johnny fell right to your side and just lay there right beside you, your chests rising and falling in tandem.

What do you say in these situations? What were you supposed to say right after one of your best friends, and roommate, fucked the shit out of you? You had no idea, but thankfully, he took the lead.

“I dare you to fuck me again.”

The dare caught you completely off-guard, just like yours had caught him and you couldn’t help but laugh. For a good minute, that’s all you both did: laugh.

“Alright,” you reached for the drawer and grabbed another condom from the owner of the room. “But this time, I’m on top.”

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[winter-fox-queen]

We All Deserve a Fairy Tale Chapter 5

Warnings:  Here be smut, my loves.  Minors be gone, because it is explicit.  First time writing smut, so I hope it works.

Frankie x female blank slate, use of first person.  I think there is cursing.

Frankie ghosts you, then something happens to change it…

Thanks to @sharkbait77​ and @hnt-escape​  If you want on my tag list, tell me.  :)

I waited a week.  A week and a half.  And I broke down, finally, and texted.

Got the edits back for my next book.  I hate this part.

After a moment, a reply.  You got this.

Hope?  Maybe?  Or was he just being nice?

I responded anyway.  

Maybe we can go out and see that movie tonight?  Have dinner?  A little fun before I chain myself to the computer?

No response.

I waited a day, but my stomach churned the whole time.

I texted again, after getting myself good and wound up.  You don’t owe me any explanations.  But please respect me enough not to ghost me.  You’re not interested in me, that’s fine.  But don’t leave me dangling.  You’re better than that.

I hit send, regretted it immediately.

Your right.  What’s your address?

“Shit.  Shit.  What have I done?”  I whispered as I typed it to him.  

About five away.  K?

Yeah.  Thanks.

I ran back inside the house and straightened myself up.  Military minutes must be shorter than civilian minutes because I heard him pull up sooner than I was ready.

I went outside, to the back yard.  I waved at him, half heartedly.  He shoved his hands in his pockets and came over.

“Hey.”  He gave me a soft smile.  Everything about him was guarded.  OK.  Well, I asked him to come over and officially tell me to take a hike, so, I guess I deserved it.

“Frankie, I…”

“No.  I, uh.”  He looked at the ground between our feet.  It was more dirt than grass.  “Man, you weren’t kidding about this place being a wasteland.”  

I laughed despite the rock in my gut.

He looked up at me, a little sideways.  “Let me say my piece and go, OK?”

I hugged myself, and nodded.

“I like you.”  He said so quietly that I had to lean closer to hear him.  “Like you more than I’ve liked anyone for a long time.  And I mean that.  But wanting you in my life doesn’t mean I get to.  I’ve killed — “

I started to object, say something about the army and of course he did and he did what he had to…

He saw it and said, firmly, “No.”

I closed my mouth and he nodded.  “No.  I’m talking about…less than a year ago.  Some friends and I went on a mission.  We said it was to help stop a major drug dealer but it was just…”  He’s breathing a little heavier, now.  Unable to look at me, rubbing the palms of his hands on his thighs.  

“People died.”  He looks at me, then, the anguish in his eyes, the guilt.  “My own fucking actions lead to one of my best friends getting killed.  If I hadn’t taken that shot.  If I hadn’t wrecked the fucking chopper…”  

He steps forward and takes my hands in his.  They’re clammy, shaking.  “The mail you saw, it was a reminder.  My friend’s widow, she’s angry and looking for answers and she doesn’t want any of us to be happy.  And she’s right.”  

I try to find words.  I feel like I’m in a cave in, trying to scramble over rocks and debris.  

“I don’t deserve to be happy, and I don’t deserve you.”  He touches my cheek for a second, a butterfly landing and running away.  “I’m gonna go now, I’m gonna block your number.”

He kisses me.  His lips are hot.  When he steps back, I say, “So you’re not going to give me a choice?”

“Why would you want one?”  His voice is incredulous.  There’s an echo, under his words, I can see it in his eyes, in the frustrated way he throws his hands out.  Why would you want me?

I shook my head.  “You say you like me, but you want to close yourself off?  Not give me a chance to get to know you, help you if I can?”

“It’s for the best.  You see that, right?”  There’s a desperate edge.  

I shake my head.  Everything that can possibly hurt does.  I’m supposed to be so good at words, and I can’t find the right ones, the ones to reel him back in.  

He adjusts his hat.  “No, you don’t.  I love your books, but they are fairy tales.  You can’t make a good man out of a monster.  It’s not how the world works.”

“You’re not a monster.”  

He’s all twitchiness now, looking at his truck, desperate to get out of this situation.  It makes me mad, how badly he wants to go.  How I know I can’t fix this.  “Don’t bother blocking my number.”  I say, as I turn on my heel.  “I won’t bother you again.”

He whispers my name and it is so pained that I almost turn around.  But I don’t.

***

I don’t block his number.  I can’t.  I focus on work.  My job that lets me eat work.  My book.   My hands shake on the keyboard, sometimes, as I try to make the story mine again.  It’s hard to write a love story, even one with murder and mystery, when your own heart is broken.

It was ridiculous.  I didn’t even know him that long,  but the loss of him hurt.  It made the story feel pointless.  What right did I have to sell these lies?  To make people believe in love and romance and happily ever after when you can meet someone so amazing and wonderful, and have to watch him walk away?

I kept working.  I’d get over it.  I had to.  It’s not like I’d built anything with him.  I was just aching for the possibilities — the things I tortured myself about.  The things I imagined I m might have lost, with Frankie.

And damn it, I missed him.

But life continues.  And sink faucets wear out, making you have to run to the local home improvement store, wandering the isles with an armload of new faucet, fittings, plumbers tape and everything else the YouTube videos I’d consulted said I would need.

The universe has decided that I have not suffered enough, because I can see him, Frankie Morales in the flesh, frowning at the back of a box like its his greatest enemy.  He was in the home security section.  

I could sneak by.  He was way too interested in what he was holding in those lovely, large hands of his.  I dashed by, head down, determined to just get past him, but some lady with a cart pushed past me at the same time, and my arm load of stuff got jostled.  I was able to save the most expensive bit — the faucet in its box, the long flexible connection thingies — but the plumbers tape, in its plastic hard shell donut jumped out, fell onto the floor, and rolled right over to a well worn work boot.  Spun like a top.  Settled right against his toe.  I looked up, too nervous to enjoy the view (much) and right into his eyes.  His lips were parted, like he was a little surprised to see me.  

“Hey.”  I said, and then, because I didn’t  know what else to do, I turned and fled back the way I came.  I knew where the plumbers tape was, I could just go get another…

“Hey.  Wait a second.”  

I stopped, took a breath, smiled like everything was perfectly normal.

He held up the white plastic Judas.  “Um…your faucet break?”  And then he winced.  “I mean, obviously.  Um.”  He placed the tape on top of my pile delicately.  He was holding a box in both hands tight enough to warp the cardboard.

“It’s old.  I thought I would try my hand at replacing it…can’t be that hard.”

“No, but plumbing can be really picky if you’ve never done it…”

“Don’t offer.”  I whisper it desperately, before I can even think about it.  I can tell he’s working himself up to it, and the thought of him in my house is like a punch ion the guts.

“It wouldn’t be a problem.”  His dark eyes study my face.  Sad.  A little desperate.  For a second I think, maybe he misses me, too.

“No.  I got it.”  I say softly, looking at the floor again.

“Do you still have my number?  If you change your mind?”

I nod at the container.  “Go back to your project, Frankie.  I can handle this on my own.”

Did you know, plumbing is an utter bitch?

Throw in some more curse words in the last sentence.  I certainly used every one I could.  

Two hours later, I get a text.  

Frankie:  How did it go?  

I want to sob.  Instead, I put myself together and write a fairly moderate response:

Me:  I have decided that I will now do my dishes in the bathroom sink.  Who needs a sink in the kitchen?  A total waste.  

Frankie:  The offer is still open?

Me:  How did you know?  Did you just look at me and think, she is too inept to be able to do this herself?

Frankie:  No.  I don’t think that at all.

Frankie:  Let me help?  Please?

Me:  Since you said please, I guess I can allow you to come rescue me.  

Frankie:  OMW.  

I looked at the time, and decided to order pizza.  It was only fair.

Twenty minutes later he’s under the sink.  “You did a good job.  I think maybe you just cross threaded it…”

“Oh, no…did I ruin the threads?”

“It’s probably OK.  I’ll just use a lot of tape…”

And he does some magical things with a wrench and the bright pink tape, which he wraps around the threads to make them more water tight.  I try not to admire his long legs or the rest of him, spread out on my kitchen floor, as he half lays in the bottom of the sink.

The doorbell rings, and I go pay for the pizza, and when I come back he’s turned on the water, and he’s kneeing in front of the open sink bottom, using a paper towel to see if he can find any leaks.

“It looks OK?”  I ask tentatively.

“Yep…you really did have it done mostly.  Just that one spot.”

“Thanks,” I say awkwardly.  “I bought us dinner?”

“You are awesome.”  He does a quick but of clean up so he can shut the sink doors and washes his hands in the newly repaired sink.  He tosses his hat onto the end of the island, and I want to run my fingers through his hair.  He does it for me, absentmindedly pushing the hair off his forehead.  

We sit on either side of my kitchen island, sharing pizza.  I don’t know what to say.  

“It’s a nice apartment.”  He said quietly, picking up another slice.

“It’s cheap, not far from my day job.  It works.”  I shove a hunk of crust in my mouth to stop myself from saying anything else.  I knew this would be bad.  Here he is, sitting a few  inches away.  I could touch him, but I’m not allowed.  It’s a rotten feeling, wanting something and not being allowed to have it.  To feel his fingers wrap around mine.  To have that easy, happy camaraderie again.

“What are you thinking?”  I ask, when the silence gets too much.

He shakes his head.  Wads up his napkin.  Puts his plate in the sink.  Locates the trash.  Such a good guest.  

“I shouldn’t have come.  But I wanted to see you.”  He said this quietly, as if he isn’t sure he should admit it.  

“Well, if you hadn’t, I’d still be under the sink wondering why the damned fittings are still leaking.”

He gives me a gentle smile.  “You would have been ok.”  

“Lucky I didn’t block your number, huh?”

He smiles and kneels down, picking up tools and putting them back in the box.  Sorting his from mine.

“It was nice of you to come help me?  I might be a bit snarky, but I really am grateful for the help.”

“I was happy to.  Where do you keep these?”  I took my tools off him, put them and the plumber’s tape in my tool drawer.  

“But why?  Why were you happy to help?  Why did you want to see me?  You couldn’t leave here quickly enough the other day…” I smile to take the sting out.  “Not that I blame you, the yard is a hot mess.”

He touches my face gently.  “Hush.”  I stop my babbling, lean into his touch.  

“You asked me a question, awhile back.”  I muzzle his hand.  “I never got to answer it.”

“What was that?”  

“You asked me if I wanted you.  And I do.  Very much.”

He made a huffing sound, as if he had been gut punched, and then, slowly, slowly, leaned in and kissed me.  “I miss you,”. He whispers between kisses, his hands framing my face like I’m a delicate thing.  “I miss you when I wake up.  I miss you when I lay down to sleep.  I miss you when I’m driving.”  And each sentence he punctuates, gently, with a kiss, to my forehead, to my nose, to my mouth.  “I barely know you, but you are already woven into my thoughts…”

I’m holding him tight, kissing him back.  I bump my nose against his, sweetly, and I saw, “Then why?  Why stay away?”

He pulls back as far as I’ll let him, sits down again.  I see the ghosts in his eyes again, and I remember the lyrics from a song I used to love, “There’s ghosts in your eyes, they cry when you smile…”

“I shouldn’t have come…I’m a train wreck waiting to happen.”

“No, not if you’re just going to push me away again.  That’s cruel.  I never thought you’d be cruel, Francisco Morales.”

He winces like I punched him.  

“If it’s too soon to tell me, that’s fine.  Just push it aside until you trust me.  Or until it matters.  I don’t care about your past, what you’ve done.  I know you well enough to know you did what you had to do at the time.”  I give in to the longing to touch him, I run my fingers lightly through the curls at his temple before letting my hand drop.  He’s watching me like a landmine he’s stepped on.  His fingers ghost over my hips.  Grip them gently.  Pulls me between his thighs.  Now it’s my turn to be wary, as he pulls me close.  His dark, liquid eyes study my face, I can almost hear him weighing and sorting.  Lay your secrets on me, beautiful man.  I want to tell him.  But I wait.  I wait until his large hands encompass me, run over my waist, the softness over my ribs, glide up the sides of my breasts so softly I am not even sure he touched me, to cup my face.

 “I want to be who you think I am,” he says, and I smile gently.

A decision is made, in those fathomless eyes.  And he leans close, and he kisses me again.  The last kisses were loving.  This kiss is passionate.  Deep. So full of longing I could cry.  I let my lips part and his tongue traces, licks inside.  I make a little sound and grab his wrists, pushing them aside so I can wrap my arms around him, if I could meld myself to him, I would have then, melted inside of him like gold, fixing his cracks.

He stands, the stool scraping against the floor.  The sound is jarring, lifts me out of the lust sodden moment.  “If you want me, baby, you have me,” he says in that rough honey voice of him.  “Show me the way.”  

I take one of his hands in both of mine, I kiss each knuckle.  I’d been playing with the idea, and now here I was.  I could still say no.  I could slow things down, I could be sensible.  

But I’d never wanted anything so deeply, so profoundly, as I wanted him.  Every time I touched his skin, I felt like something lost had been returned to me.

I smiled a little at him, and backed away, pulling him with me.  “This way, sweetheart.”

His lips are on mine the second we cross into my bedroom.  Once Frankie Morales makes a decision, he is all in.  His hand cups the back of my head, holding me so he can kiss me, his tounge sliding against mine as his other hand slips under my shirt.  I pull back and tug at his shirt.  “Off.”  I command, and he grins and sheds it.   My shirt and my bra join it on the floor.  I press my breasts to the warm smoothness of his chest.  I run my hands over his ribs, his stomach, as his mouth claims mine again.  His skin is soft and warm, strong muscles flexing under my hands.  I kiss along his jawline, I lick and kiss the constellation of freckles on the side of his neck.  He moans softly in approval as I nip and kiss my way to his shoulder.

His own hands slip up to my breasts, weighing them in his hands, squeezing gently. He runs his thumb over one nipple, then bends to lick the other into his mouth, sucking gently, his tounge flicking at the hard peak.  His freehand is splayed against the small of my back, holding me in place.  Pleasure shoots through me, and all I can do is cling to him.  He lets me go and pushes me gently.  I fall back onto my bed, tearing at the button on my pants, needing to get everything off, needing to feel his skin, his warmth, his strength and softness.

“Condoms?”  He asks, one knee on the bed.  “I didn’t think…”

I shook my head.  “I’m on the pill?”

His eyes darken further, and he asks, “Are you sure?”

I nod and hold out my arms, and he gives me the sweetest smile.  He stands up again and undoes his pants, sliding them off, and he’s naked and beautiful and I just want him wrapped around me.  He slips into my arms and kisses me again, his arms holding him over me.  He gives me a little of his weight, grounding me.  It feels so good, skin sliding against skin, warmth against warmth,

His slips a hand between us, and I clench at the thought of him touching me just as he slides two thick fingers between my folds, rubbing my clit gently, exploring me.  “So wet.”  He whispers, kissing my temple.  “So soft.”  He kisses the tip of my nose.  “So hot.”  And his takes my lips again, his fingers rubbing my clit, making me shake with building pleasure.  “I want to taste you, sweetheart.  I want to make you come on my tounge…can I, baby?”

I nod.  I don’t know who can resist that voice, rough with lust and promise?  He kisses his way down and I spread my legs wider, and he gently licks — a test lick, from my entrance to my clit.  He licks my clit, hard, with short licks before drawing me into his mouth and sucking me.  He is fervent, as he works, and I can’t think about anything but the heat of his mouth.  As the pressure and pleasure builds, I’m making the most needy sounds, unable to control myself.  His slips one finger in, then a second, exploring, touching, then another, stretching and reaching for that spot.  The rippling explosion leaves me shamelessly arching into his mouth, crying out his name like a prayer.  

“That’s it, baby,” he praises, kissing the inside of my thigh, rubbing his beard against the soft skin.  

He comes up to kneel between by thighs.  His eyes meet mine as I struggle to compose myself, and his hand gently comes up to very gently lay across my throat, his thumb tracing my chin.  

“Are you sure?  Where do you want me to come?”

I nod frantically. “Please, baby, I want you.  Inside me, please…”

His hand slips away from my throat to rest on the bed above my shoulder, and I miss the warmth of it as he gently strokes my skin, settling his hand on my thigh.  He takes his cock into his hand, stroking it before rubbing it against my clit, causing me to whimper.  He runs the head of it up and down a few times, his eyes slipped closed, his jaw going slack, that lush lower lip parting.  I wish I had a picture…he was beautiful.  Skin made gold by the fading light, thighs splayed under mine.  I felt the head of his cock in my entrance, and he pressed in, a slow hot stretch until he was sheathed completely.  

“Oh, fuck.”   He whispered.  “You feel so good.  So fucking good.”

He lowered himself back on top of me.  “You feel so huge inside me, baby,” I whisper in his ear.    “You feel like heaven.  Please…fuck me, honey.  Please…” And he started moving, slow at first, the changing the angle and speeding up.  With every thrust he pressed against something that felt so good…I was seeing the proverbial stars as he gasped in my ear, making soft sounds of pleasure every time he slammed home.  I nipped at his shoulder, and he was looking down at me, dark eyes studying me.  

“Frankie, I…I can’t think, I don’t know what to do…”  

“Don’t think.  Just let me take care of you.  It’s all I want to do…”  He captures my mouth in a sloppy kiss.  “Just let go.”

And I do.  I cry out his name as he continues to move, the friction making my high last.  He speeds up, and I cup his face in shaking hands.

“You’re so beautiful.  I want to feel you come, Frankie, honey, come for me.”

He moved to kiss the palm of my hand, then his eyes squeeze shut as he finds his own release.  I can feel it, spilling hot inside of me.  I welcome him as he lowers himself down completely, unable to stay up on his forearms any longer.  He tried to shift off, but I cling to him.  I welcome his weight.  His strength.  

I don’t want to let go.  I never want to let him go.

[damselofblueroses]

The Name of the Rose

Summary: Your study-buddy Doh Kyungsoo comes with you for a long-awaited trip to Tokyo, Japan. There is a tension between you, however both of you decided to build a friendship instead of a relationship.

Content: Unestablished relationship, AU, Hurt/Comfort, Anger, Slight Violence, Emotional Complications and Healing.

Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.

Note: This story was inspired by D.O.’s album, Empathy, the album of 2021 in my opinion. It is an ongoing mini project, I planned to write it as a one-shot when I started, however I realized there are a lot to say about Empathy Era and I cannot stop shut my mouth, or prevent myself from writing… So, here we go.

Second chapter, the Hunter and the Goddess is out :)

Word Count: 3.6k

Chapter 1: The Hunter and the Gazelle

Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus.

You were excited.

No, it was not the correct word to be used. You were hyperactive, more than your usual self, and God knows that everyone could testify on how hectic your personality was. According to your family and very close friends, you were a walking catastrophe, funny but a fucking tease and potentially dangerous for environment.

And now, as you had been waiting for your flight, you could not manage to even stay still. Your hands were everywhere, you proved yourself again by dismantling your tote bag as poor thing was on your lap and you were playing with it unconsciously.

“Enough.” you heard your companion’s baritone voice tone. “If you will continue like this, you have to buy your belongings again in Japan. Do you have that much money?”

He reached to you and took the bag from your lap. For a second, his fingers brushed your thighs, and you lost your concentration during that fucking second.

Focus! you told yourself.

“I can always lend some money from you.” you cocked one of your eyebrows. “What? Will you bare me from some bucks?”

“Yes.” he was always plain and simple. On the contrary of you. “Unless if it is not a necessary. I am not a guy of sharing.”

What type of guy you are, can you give me a demonstration?

Your trip to Japan made you very excited, but you had to confess at least to yourself in the depts of your mind. What made you frenzied was the presence of your companion.

Doh Kyungsoo.

Your long-term study-buddy. Actually, he was more than a study-buddy, he was a kind of your comfort zone, even though you never express your opinions about him. You have known each other for almost 7 years since the last year of bachelor. Both of you continued your ways in academic world and you were currently being Ph.D. candidates.

To be honest, he never lose his impacts on you. You had a sweet spot for him since almost the beginning of your friendship which made him more than a study-buddy. It did not mean that you were restraining yourself from having dates time to time, but all of them were ended up with the same result.

They were clever and handsome guys, but they were not Doh Kyungsoo.

Sometimes you could not help but wonder, how it would be if you did not meet him as a friend? Could you two manage having a relationship as your best friend, Baekhyun, supported like a bloody zealot? Or one of you would give up as your brother, Jongdae, always believed?

“Hey!” you heard Kyungsoo’s voice and jumped off from the bench. “Come back to your senses or we are going to miss the plane.”

“And you are going to take its money from me.” your murmured inside of your mouth but obliged to what he said by starting to walk. He was generally quiet during flights, but you knew his mouth will not be shut when you will visit the restaurants he wanted to try.

He does not come for Tokyo, he comes for fucking eels, octopuses, or crabs. Kyungsoo and his appetite.

“Naturally.” he approved your words on money, but there was a ghost of smile on his lips. “Since you are the one who became a sleeping beauty.”

Do you think I am beautiful?

This was another problem you had. With Kyungsoo, you were so relaxed, and you felt extremely safe, so you did not need to control yourself as you generally did. Of course, it was a good omen for your friendship, as much as you were sure Kyungsoo never lied to you, it was also a disadvantage on your part, because sometimes you wanted to ask some questions that should be remained in silence.

“If we would be fairy tales,” you smirked. “I would be Belle while you are the Beast.”

“Fine by me.” he shrugged his shoulder. “He is a very good guy. I am happy for Belle; she understands the assignment. You would not most probably.”

“Sweetheart, you are slow to catch the signs.” you playfully smacked his shoulder when you reached to the control point. You thought he would be annoyed, but he stopped and seriously gazed at you. You shivered and wondered why he was looking at you like he wanted to say something.

“What?” you inhaled.

“Since when I am slow to catch the signs?” he pressed on every word of his sentence, and to your dismay he used that voice tone, almost a whisper but goddamn strong. “Give me an example.”

You shuttered down, and this was the last problem you had with Kyungsoo, he was the only one who could make your brain stop working especially in times when the occasion calls for full-speed devilish progress. You just stared at him and shrugged your shoulder.

“Eh Soo,” you murmured. “You missed a lot of beautiful girls, right?”

Your response was so weak even to your ears. If Chanyeol, number two best friend of you, could hear your words, he would burst into laughs by hitting everyone beside him. You could imagine Junmyeon’s disgusted face as a plus.

“I did not miss anyone, my dear.” he chuckled. “Let me rephrase, anyone I want just one exception, but exceptions do not ruin the calculation in your famous mindset.”

When he chuckles, you can feel your blood tension rocks your body. His heart shaped lips does something to you, and you do not want to name it.

“Exceptions run the world, Doh.” you tried to push him to elaborate his words a little bit more. “Who is that lucky girl who run away from you?”

“That’s my secret.” he smirked and put his hand onto your waist in order to led you the controller lady. “Show your passport, I do not want to wait here forever.”

Who was the girl he mentioned? You could not help but started to feel anxious, how much you tried to press your instincts and feelings, whenever he mentioned a girl, there would be a dire need of crying in the pit of your stomach. You took a deep breathe and followed his instruction. While you were walking into the inside of plane, you struggled with the sudden sadness. You wanted to tear that off yourself, so you reminded yourself the splendid trip ahead you. You found your place and processed to sit down.

“May I help?” Kyungsoo asked you but he already fetched your belongings and placed them correctly. You smiled to him and sat down.

How could you meet someone like him? He was a little bit grumpy sometimes, a person who could give unexpected reactions, but he was reliable, kind, lovely and always thoughtful of his environment. You did not want to lose him. You never want to lose him, on the contrary, you want to keep him in your life until the very end. You could not think a life without Kyungsoo, you always desire him to stay your side.

You were pretty sad, you had to admit, and there was regret. You were regretful on your decision to not go further with him, you wished you could be braver and tell him about your feelings for him. How much you were confused because of him, how many days and nights you spent sleepless because of him. To make the things more complicated, you had zero idea about how he would be responded your confession if you pull yourself together and manage to do. For once, you heard his cousin Minseok talked about you by saying you were very important for Kyungsoo, however you did not know in which extent you were important for him.

You two were always closed to each other, you spent almost 3 or 4 days together, you were living in the same campus, your departments were close to each other. He was a huge part of your life, that’s one of the reasons why you were hopelessly trying to conceal your inappropriate feelings for Kyungsoo. The idea of losing his extremely valuable presence was the only scenario could make you sob.

“Am I the only one who is very uncomfortable?” he whispered to your ear and made your stomach twisted. You could kill him for this, but he was not aware of how he affected you. “You are deadly silent.”

“No, I am just thinking.” you run away from him like an Olympic athlete. “About the trip. I am very excited.”

“If you are,” he flinched your forehead. “You have to talk non-stop. You are silent when something bothers you, what are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing, Soo.” you found a smile from somewhere and presented to him. “You know I never find the chance of visiting Japan; I am really overwhelmed.”

“So, speak to me.” he grunted. “Do not act like I am not here.”

“Okey, okey.” you raised your hands to air. “Sorry for that.”

“I start to feel like I am disturbing you.” he turned his head to the Name of the Rosethat he was reading. Umberto Eco, he had a taste for everything of course. “I asked you twice if you are okey with going to Japan with me.”

You could laugh if you were not so tense since he mentioned girls.

“And I told you this is okey, Soo.” you pinched his upper arm. “You are a good companion for trips.”

“Only for trips?” he asked. What the fuck was wrong with Kyungsoo today? He was behaving weird, and his questions made you more baffled. “I thought I am good companion for everything.”

You bit your lips in order to send back the sudden answer you wanted to give. Instead of declaring your ignorance about his performance on everything, you refined your words.

“You are a good friend, Soo and sorry for making you feel unwanted. I am happy you are coming with me.”

“Hm.” he hummed but he did not look like he was satisfied with your answer. You decided to not think about what the heck he wanted to hear, you also turned to your book that you were supposed to read since the departure. At least Pavese helped you to collect your mind till the plane landed in Narita Airport. He helped you while you two took a cab for the way, he was acting like his usual self, so you accused yourself because of searching hidden messages in his questions. You were such an idiot.

“I will be seeing you at dinner.” he waved his hand when you finished the registration process of the hotel you would be staying for the week. You were in front of the elevator. Both of you already decided to take a nap before dinner when you were planning the trip, so you approved his words and took your keys.

“See you.” you smiled and walked to your room. When you opened the door, your smile widened, the room is so light and minimalistic as you really liked. There was no crowded furniture, crazy designs, or unnecessary modifications. The walls were light blue, the furniture was white, and all looked very harmonious. There were plants and flowers, you immediately run to the flowers as you loved them more than anything else. The hotel staff managed to place even Sakura blossoms into the room that made your heart flattered and smoothed your nerves.

And there was only one blue rose, which was your favourite flower in the world. Just one, between a bouquet of daisies and it looked magnificent. You leaned to smell it while smiling as a little freak. You did not have to see your face; you knew how you looked like. Chanyeol always said that when you see a blue rose, you lost your shit. Another creature made you drunk in happiness was white butterflies. You had a sweet spot for blue roses and white butterflies.

And for Kyungsoo.

You grunted to yourself in your mind, and you headed to the bathroom by tapping your feet to the ground harshly. You were done with your obsession with Kyungsoo, it became something out of control, and you were tired of yourself at this point.

You had to live your goddamn life, you had to stop fucking fantasizing about your study-buddy.

You stripped out from your clothes and jumped into the shower. Cold water helped you to take the control of yourself, both as physical and emotional. You were okey, you were in bloody Japan as you always wanted, and you were going to fucking enjoy it. After shower, you threw yourself into the bed, tucked yourself inside the blanket and set the alarm for one hour later.

After one hour, you were swearing at yourself with your very glorious vocabulary because the only thing you did was fantasizing about Doh Kyungsoo.

“Did you rest?” he asked to you while you were leaving the hotel. You held your growl inside. “Did you take a nap?”

“I did not sleep but I leaned down for a while, so it was good. You?”

“I slept like a baby. It was very interesting when you think I am more like an insomniac.”

“I guess, your insomnia is rubbing on me.” you grumbled. “Where are we going now?”

“Eh, at least something about me can rub on you.” he rolled his eyes, your chin was dropped due to his response. “There is a tiny noodle restaurant in Ebisu, but they are very famous. We are going to there.”

“Okey.” you nod and walked beside of him.

“You look very pretty.” he turned to you. “That dress looked very good on you.”

You instantly took a look on your navy, long dress. It was very comfortable, but also elegant and your fashion freak cousin persuaded you the colour and style gave you a

“Thank you.” you replied. “Sehun chose this for me, you know he is the chef kiss when it comes to fashion.”

“He did well.” he smiled. “How is Sehun by the way, I did not see him since ages. Did he come back from France?”

“No.” you pouted. You really missed your noisy cousin. “He just came to visit for a week, then came back to school. I am not sure if he will come back to be honest, he got some important invitations from European universities.”

“Very good.” Kyungsoo’s face was lit up. He was proud of Sehun. “I know you miss him, but he has a bright career ahead of him.”

“Yes, I know.” you also smiled. Thinking about your successful but extremely playful cousin made you happy. “I just worry about him.”

“Stop babying him.” Kyungsoo punched your arm as half serious half joke. “How old is he, 27?”

“Yeah.” you laughed. “I know I baby him very much, but we all do, Kyungsoo.”

“You are just one year older than Sehun.” he smirked. “Who is going to baby you?”

“Chanyeol.” you exhaled. Kyungsoo looked at you for a second, then both of you burst into laughs because it was well known that you also took care of Chanyeol and Baekhyun as well as Sehun. “Jokes aside, I am a strong and big girl, Kyungsoo, I do not need someone babying me.”

“Maybe you can start looking for a sugar daddy to baby you?” he cocked his eyebrows to you. “Before it is going to be too late?”

“Actually, I had some candidates in my pocket.” you devilishly beamed to him. “You have no idea.”

“Beg your pardon?” his face suddenly transformed from joy to deadpanned seriousness, and his smile was disappeared immediately. “I was joking.”

“I was not.” you blinked your eye. “Some people really proposed to me.”

“For being your sugar daddy?”

“I know I am very little in your eyes, Kyungsoo” you took a deep breathe before continuing. “But here the breaking news: some people could find me attractive.”

“We are not talk about usual dates or men.” he held your arm and turned you to himself. “If you receive this kind of proposes, you have to tell me.”

“Next time, I will report you so we can decide who is going to be my sugar daddy.” you poked his ribs while he burrowed his eyebrows and radiated a strong sense of discontent. “Come on Kyungsoo, I am not going to say yes to this type of proposes, what do you think about me?”

“We are always joking about this issue,” he looked like he was cursing beneath his breath. “But when it comes to you and Baekhyun, I always suspect if you are serious or not.”

“Sugar daddy is a joke.” you hissed. “Of course, it is a joke, I have no interest in having a sugar daddy.”

“What about the proposes? Are they real?”

“Well, they are.” you murmured. Suddenly, you felt like the table was turned and you just played your ace card too early. You felt like Kyungsoo’s eyes investigated your soul to the bits.

“How many?”

“Three.” you gave up. “One from faculty, two from outside.”

“Unethical son of bitches.” he lowly cursed and caught you off guard because he generally preferred to use more polite words, even if he was cursing. “Keep them away from yourself.”

“Oh really?” you teased him by hoping to break the strange tension between you and managed to put a little smile on his face.

“Stop mocking me.” he warned you but now he was smiling widely. His mouth became a heart again, this time you averted your eyes from his face.

“Who I am to dare mocking you?” you squeaked but it was fake.

“Oh, you mock me more than even that walking noisy machine Baekhyun.” he flicked his hand. “We have to stop at this station, Ebisu Garden Place is on the way.”

He put his hand onto your waist again, and you felt like electrocuted again. Every time he touched you, and unfortunately, he sporadically did, you felt like you are dying for more. More what? You were not sure what you really wanted from Kyungsoo, but you were certain on you were desperate for more of him.

More of him.

The bus was crowded, Kyungsoo led you to a little corner, and stayed in front of you. He could be a little bit protective when it came to crowded places since you were clumsy, he generally insisted to keep you close to himself in order to catch you, if you would lose your balance, so you did not surprise when he held your wrist.

What made your heart to do a perfect all kill type of somersault was his next move, his fingers did not stop on your wrist, on the contrary they moved into your palm and grasped your hand tightly. You raised your eyes to him, he never hold your hand, never ever.

“I want to be sure.” he whispered by catching your question before you ask. “Since both of us do not know the way, and the bus is full of passengers, this is more secure.”

“Ah.” This was the best of you at the moment. You quickly realized what the heck you said but Kyungsoo sometimes can be quicker than you.

“Why? Are you unsatisfied with the reason?” His dark brown eyes were shining, his perfume smelled fucking good and the proximity between your faces did not help you.

“Why should I be?” you had to be back to play as soon as possible. “I grant you the chance of holding my hand, that’s count as charity.”

He looked at your hand for a moment, and you saw a smile formed on his lips and instead of a sarcastic reply as you expected, his eyes shaped like a crescent and shined as the fucking moon itself during a cloudless, navy night.

“Thank you, your highness.” he genuinely smiled. “May I continue to hold your hand?”

“Why?” the tone of your question was full of surprise, sounded exceptionally strange.

“Because I want to feel you.” he simply answered, and he squeezed your hand a little bit more. “For once let me feel you by my side.”

You knew that your eyes blown up, your mind was playing some tricky and dangerous games with you, you lost your shit, and you were sure about you finally made yourself mad because of your platonic interest in Kyungsoo, but even if God himself would appear in the bus in order to stop you, that would be a fruitless attempt.

You held Kyungsoo’s hand.

If he wanted to feel you by his side, you could not refuse.

You never refuse Kyungsoo.

How could you?

He was the protagonist of your secret dreams, fantasies and your goddam powerful imagination.

He was your gazelle and you were chasing him since the first day you met.

[vanillafrog]

Stress in the Headquarters

Pairing: Javier Peña/You (AFAB Reader)

Summary: Javier is nothing but a man who has his very specific forms of stress relief. When abstaining from one, his tension just seems to increase without stop. So you decide to help. After all, it might just be your fault slightly.

Word Count: 1796

Warnings: Smut!! M receiving Oral Sex; lowkey public but the blinds are closed

A/N: You may be wondering why I write so many Javi fics. The reason is because I like to ruin @barricade-gal :)

Javier Peña was a man built of stress and tobacco. More of one than the other on most days. There were very few moments in his life where there was an absence of stress and those moments were usually found under sheets with strangers that he paid for. But recently, he no longer found himself emptying his wallet on the Bogota streets.

Everyone knows the classic tale of the man whore who found chastity when he fell in love. Most of the time, those romcoms were nothing more than a romcom, something to make fun of at the end of the night. Javier never saw himself as the main love interest in such a thing but life was a funny way of turning things around.

The moment you began working under him, Javier had thought of a thousand different ways for you to work under him. A week after you came, he came in his hand more than a half dozen times. To say he was fixated was putting it lightly.

He knew his reputation better than anyone else ever could. After all, he was the one who made it like that in the first place. Javier also knew that if he did want a shot at you (though he shouldn’t try since you work together), he needed to clean up his act. After all, you deserved more than a man who couldn’t keep it in his pants.

So his main form of stress relief was tobacco and strangely enough, that didn’t work for everything he found himself frustrated with.

You wore a particularly tight skirt? He chain smoke a pack of cigarettes in less than two hours. You laughed at his joke and touched his arm? Well, he hoped he didn’t have to run that day. You leaned forward to show him something with the top two buttons of your blouse open? Javier would find himself in his office, head in his hands with a cigarette hanging from his lip as he tried to ignore the throbbing in his pants.

The moment you had turned twenty one, you applied to the FBI Training Academy and graduated with flying colors. You were put into the DEA without a second thought because everyone knew you were sharp. As eagle eyed as you are, you knew how Javier felt the moment his eyes first raked across your form when you met for the first time.

You could also tell that he was trying o find relief with cigarettes rather than whores to prove that he was more than just his reputation. So, you put it to the test.

You’re no evil mastermind, you would even argue that you were far from it. But you got a sadist pleasure of making him squirm from the smallest of things. And three months into your test of wills, he never broke once. Tension just built on top of already existed stress to the point of near seam bursting.

Javier was in his office smoking his fifteenth cigarette of the day when you walked in. His eyes subconsciously took in your form as you closed his office door behind you, locking it as you went. He watched as you shut the blinds as well but didn’t dare say something to you.

“How are you today, Agent Peña?” You asked once you were guaranteed some form of privacy in the office space. With your hands intertwined behind your back, your breasts were pushed out and it took everything for Javier to keep his eyes connected with yours.

“The same as always, hermosa.” He put out his cigarette as he leaned back in his seat. “Was there something you wanted?’

Javier was trying his best to stay calm but the moment you stepped into his office, his pants were ten times tighter than they were before and all the blood left his brain. Today you wore the tightest skirt you had to offer and your pink blouse (a noticeable favorite of his since it’s his favorite colors) had the top two buttons open. It was like you were the apple and he was Eve, more than willing to take a bite.

“It’s more of what you want,” you said with a sultry smirk. Your heels clanked against the hardwood as you started to walk behind his desk. “You’re been so stressed lately.”

He prayed you couldn’t see the way his cock strained against the denim of his jeans or how it twitched when you set your hands on his shoulders.

“We have a stressful job.” His voice was deeper now, thick with lust and there was no way he could hide how he felt with the warmth of your hands bleeding through the fabric of his shirt.

“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be allowed to,” you brushed your lips against his ear making Javier bit his lip to hold back a moan. “Relax.” You nipped at his ear, lips trailing down to his neck. Javier gripped the armrests of his desk chair tightly, hoping it would ground him somehow. If this was a dream from falling asleep at his desk again, he didn’t want it to end.

Sucking and biting at his neck, you let one of your hands caress his chest. He was breathing hard and heavy, like his lungs couldn’t get enough oxygen to his head. They probably couldn't, considering the blood had left there minutes ago.

“Hermosa.” He moaned as your fingers brushed over his nipple. Javier shifted slightly in his seat, needing to relieve some of the pressure on his aching cock.

“I want to take care of you, sweet boy.” He whimpered at the nickname. “Won’t you let me?” Javier nodded, unable to speak with your lips pressed against him. Your hand found home in his head and you yanked back his head so he could look at you with hooded eyes. “You got to use your words, baby.”

“Fuck-“ he licked his lips. “Please take care of me.”

With a devilish grin, you dropped his head and spun the chair so he was facing you. He stared up at you with lust blown eyes and a deep flush spreading across his ears and coloring the tips of his ears. You knew that your time in his office was running out before it became suspicious so you fell to your knees and started to unbuckle his belt. Purposely rubbing against the bulge making Javier whimper.

“You’re going to need to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?” Javier nodded his head enthusiastically as his hand buried into your hair to hold you close to him. The sound of you unzipping his pants mixed his panting breaths as you nuzzled your face against his clothed cock. Javier bucked into you and softly apologized though you knew it was half hearted as he was too aroused to really notice his reactions.

He wasn’t wearing any underwear so his cock was instantly in front of your face and exposed to the cold air of the office. Javier was squirming, making it bob in front of you. He was big, like really big which made sense for the confidence he emitted whenever (which was always) he walked dick first.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips.

Leaning in, you licked a long stripe from base to tip that made Javier throw his head back against the seat with a drawn out moan. You wrapped your left hand around the base and swirled your tongue around the leaking tip, tasting his pre-cum. His hand tightened in your hair.

“Be quiet.” You mumbled before swallowing half of him causing Javier to let out a choked out groan.

He tasted of soap, hours old sweat, and something that was just Javier. You knew instantly you were going to be addicted to this. His taste, his sounds, the way he stretched your lips making you imagine how it would feel when he fucked your pussy. You wished now there was more time for that but you would have to settle for a few hours of burning arousal.

Bobbing your head, Javier softly bucked into your mouth, chasing his own pleasure. He quieted himself down but moans and whimpers still fell from his lips as he lost himself. Eventually he looked down at you on your knees in front of him. When did he get so lucky? How did he get so lucky?

You swallowed around him as your eyes met his. He let out a few curses and you felt him throb. There was no way he was going to last long, not after abstaining from anything like this for three months. Not when you are making him feel so good.

Your free hand cupped his balls and his mouth fell open as his brow furrowed. The throbbing intensified. You bobbed faster, rolling your tongue as best as you could on the pulsing vein. His breathing was even heavier as you pumped the parts you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Fuck, cariño, I’m going to-“ he didn’t finish before he pulled you farther down him making you choke slightly. He came in your mouth for a long time, forcing you to swallow as much as you could but still filling your mouth with his cum. His body shook as his felt his soul leave his body. Sweat ran down his flushed face as his back arched, hips stuttering against your hand.

Javier slowly calmed down, back meeting his chair again and hand dropping from your hair. You pulled off of him, he hissed. Instantly, he missed the warmth of your mouth. He wished there was a way he wouldn’t have to leave it ever even if that wish was impossible.

You stuck your tongue out at him, showing him the cum that you didn’t shallow. He watched transfixed as you made a show of shallowing. His now soft cock twitched at the sight. Gently, you put him back into his pants and adjusted his clothing before standing and placing a peck to his lips.

He looked confused and tired.

“I’ll see you after work, Agent Peña.” With that, you simply walked out of his office leaving the blinds closed.

Javier just stared at where you once were. He knew it from the beginning but now he had the proof he needed to know. He was fucked and he was now the main interest of a shitty romcom. Or a porn with too much story. He hoped that this time things would go well because he didn’t know if he could really handle any more stress.

He lit a cigarette and tried his best to read the files in front of him, ignoring the ticking of the clock with hours to go before he could return the favor.

[fanfoolishness]

Interview with a Fic Writer

Tagged by @novantinuum, thank you!

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How many works do you have on AO3?

242 works. The actual fuck??? Wow, me. Of course, this does span about 9 years, so I guess that's not that insane?

What’s your total word count on AO3

549,737! But that averages out to only 2271 words per story, haha. You got me! I think I have less than 10 fics that have more than 1 chapter. I love one-shots, what can I say?

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Oh, you want to get into this? All right. We'll get into this:

The X-Files, proto-fandom, ur-fandom, first OTP ever... yeah, 15-year-old me went. WILD. Many horrible Mulder/Scully stories, and some Doggett/Scully and character study stories as well. Mostly not very good, but with occasional flashes of decent writing. Really had a difficult time writing romantic feelings between 30+ year-olds given a) I did not date in high school and b) was 17 and not an emotionally stunted FBI agent.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - not a huge volume of stories, but definitely some very angsty Spuffy and Spike tales.

Harry Potter - just one published fic (Lupin grieving Sirius), and one with Snape and Harry having a heart to heart I could never quite get right.

Then came the dark times (vet school) where I was exhausted and hard at work for a few years and I thought, horribly, I might have outgrown fandom. Thank god for...

X-Men First Class and the undying love of Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr! I'd never fallen for a slash ship before but my god I fell hard for this one and wrote my first fandom smut and my first real AU (mutants with zombies) that I never finished.

Then.... let's see...

Quantum Leap drabbles!

Two Avatar the Last Airbender fics!

Agents of SHIELD fics, mostly focused on Coulson and FitzSimmons, and super angsty.

Bioshock Infinite sads (god I love writing the sad bad dad)!

And then the juggernauts of Mass Effect (my longest fic to date with 30 chapters!) and Dragon Age, which were endlessly productive and are still productive given the variety of different protagonists you can create, different choices, and different relationships to canon characters. I'm still working on a Hawke/Varric fic in the back of my mind here.

There's one random Gravity Falls fic (wish I could have got a little more obsessed with it, or gotten into it while it aired) of Stan sads, and one tiny Avengers ficlet of a sad Tony and Peter.

There's one Wheel of Time fic! Dammit I wanted Rand and Tam to reunite so much sooner than they did.

40-odd Steven Universe fics! So many SU fics!

One random Schitt's Creek fic of David and Patrick!

And finally, The Mandalorian, with 47 fics. Phew!!!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. The Invitation, The Mandalorian. Din Djarin finds himself in dreams that seem realer than real, reminding him of his loss, but he begins to find a sense of hope again. A promise is kept.

2. The Outstretched Hand, The Mandalorian. Din Djarin is a man of action, but sometimes, the quiet finds its way in. Din reckons with the aftermath of the events of Chapter 14, the Tragedy. (My very first Mando fic!)

3. Not the Sentimental Type, Steven Universe. Priyanka Maheswaran has long prided herself on keeping her emotions in check. But a mother's love can only grow, and sometimes it expands to people she never anticipated. Like the Universe boy.

4. Translation, The Mandalorian. Din Djarin was a man of few words, but many languages. Some might have thought the Child had no language at all. Din Djarin and the Child grow to understand each other.

5. Full Disclosure, Steven Universe. Just as the world begins to recover from Spinel's attack, Steven starts having nightmares. The more he ignores his fears, the worse they become, until he's left with no other choice but to ask for help. (My thoughts on what would drive Steven Universe Future, and I wasn't far off.)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I really try to! Even sometimes years later if I realize I've missed some. I appreciate each and every one, and have definitely made friendships through comments <3

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oh, hell... I'm too lazy to link these but if anyone wants to read them let me know or find them on my AO3!

A Stopped Clock from Bioshock Infinite has Booker DeWitt ravaged by Korsakoff's amnesia from his long-standing alcoholism. Is Columbia real or imagined? Hard to say.

The Viscount's Way shows Varric Tethras having become his parent, and a cruel, hard viscount of Kirkwall.

Songs in the Key of Red shows how Cullen fared under the dark future in Redcliffe in DAI, and they write happy endings, don't they? shows what happened to Varric. Both horribly depressing in different ways!

Two by Two, Hands of Blue shows a not unexpected end to lyrium addiction :( Poor Cullen, he got a lot of angsty developments, didn't he?

Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever written?

Never really got into crossovers or AUs. Just... meh for me!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, I don't think so.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Charles/Erik, Shepard/Garrus, Shepard/Liara, Shepard/Tali, a mess of different f/f femShep drabbles, and most of my Dragon Age pairings have gotten sexytimes. On the other hand I helped start the NoRomo Mando tag for the Mandalorian to help find non-pairing Mandalorian content. Depends on the pairing and the fandom, for sure.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope, thank goodness!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think so! There used to be a Spanish-language wiki linking to some of my old X-Files stories XD

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but friends and I definitely will beta each others' things to help with sticky points.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

ALL-TIME? Just, why? So many ships I loved in years past turned out to have pretty damn problematic elements I didn't see at the time, so it's hard to say... Mulder/Scully actually has a ton of issues, Buffy/Spike obviously has issues... so maybe Hawke/Varric (except not canon!) or Garrus/Shepard or Brosca/Alistair.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Still need to finish my Hawke/Varric fic for after Adamant! I have 3 chapters written that I haven't posted. Maybe posting them will help inspire me....

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and POV writing from different characters; I feel fantastic writing Steven and Greg, though totally at sea trying to write from Connie's POV, randomly. But I think my dialogue and emotional beats are what people tend to tune in for. When I do write romance, it's usually very sweet and silly and pulled from life. I also love writing nature scenes and settings to help establish mood. Mood and emotion and catharsis are my bread and butter, and I like my poetic prose.

What are your writing weaknesses?

What the hell is a long, well-thought-out plot? Like what even is that???? My longest fic with 30 chapters is basically "Shepard has PTSD and hangs out with her crew. They have some funerals." THAT'S IT. How the heck people actually come up with plot that ties into the lore of a fandom I genuinely have no idea and it's the biggest thing that's held me back from finishing original work. I can come up with a setting and characters and then trying to make them do stuff that's more than just talking to other characters and deepening their relationships with them... how the fuck???

I also definitely have 10-20 words that I am in constant danger of reusing like every other paragraph, LOL!

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't speak any other languages so I always avoid it as much as possible. I've seen people describe sign differently in fics and picked one way to depict it that made sense to me for Grogu, but that's about it.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

The X-Files, of course!

What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Towards Another Day, the tale of how Cullen went from being a templar in Kirkwall to commander of the Inquisition, is definitely up there.

Reverberations is one of my rare multi-chaptered fics and one of my favorite for the catharsis at the end. It makes me tear up every time. 5 times Din and Grogu encounter the Dark Side, and one time they find the Light.

Either a world for the birds (Steven develops a closer relationship with his Uncle Andy, learning birdwatching along the way) or on the subject of rocks (Steven and Jasper finally reach a peace) might take the prize for favorite SU fic.

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Tagging (if you’re super bored and would like a fun thing to do) fellow writers:

@lastwordbeforetheend, @runrundoyourstuff, @honestlyhufflepuff, @art3mys, and @fake-starwars-fan if you would like to play!

[achliegh]

Trail of Breadcrumbs: Part 1

Okay y’all, I haven't written fics in years and all of them were TRASH (lol). So I’m here to see if I've improved and because I have so many fic ideas in my head that I don’t know what to do with. If you have ideas and nowhere to put them, send them my way (except for fluff I get way too uncomfortable to write that shit).

CW: Smut, cringe fluff moments (because you can’t help but be a little fluffy with these himbos), Trash writing, hand on throat but no choking

All characters belong to @lumosinlove

Finn was just chilling on the couch all stretched out with his ankles crossed as he read A Tell Tale Heart (he had never actually finished an Edgar Allen Poe book and he was determined), freshly showered from their early morning weight training with his glasses perched on his forehead because he was rubbing his eyes and forgot he pushed them up there, subconsciously pulling the book closer to his face. He could hear the shower running, not knowing which if not both his boys were in there. He sighed and yawned a little as Logan walked past the couch to grab his hat off the coffee table.

“Where are you headed?” Finn reached for Logan after setting his book still open on his chest and wrapped an arm around his waist. Lo laughed and turned around with Finn's hand landing on his ass.

“I told you I had to babysit for Celeste and Dumo today Ding-Dong, don’t act like you didn’t whine for a half hour about it because we don’t get to read tonight” Leo and Finn had been taking turns reading a chapter a night out loud of The Lord of The Rings to Logan and they were all really into it by now.

“Breaking the reading streak is punishable, just so you know”

“I hope that's a promise” Lo snorted and gave Finn a chaste kiss as Leo decided to make his grand entrance in only his boxers. Water dripped from his hair down his toned chest that was flushed from his hot shower as he smiled sweetly at his boys and came to stand next to Logan.

“Tell Katie I say Bonjour when you get there!” Leo leaned down for a kiss of his own and right as their lips touched Finn pinched Logan's ass making him jump and knocking his and Leo's teeth together. Making them both pull away as Finn laughed, Logan rubbing his lips and Leo running his tongue over his teeth.

“I guess that's my queue to leave” Logan shot a half hearted glare at Finn and swatted his arm away in the most dramatic of fashions. “Bye guys, love you, don’t have too much fun without me!” he walked towards the door and shoved his hat on his head then after he slipped his shoes on turned around and blew kisses to his boys as he walked out the door.

Leo was suddenly straddling Finn, smiling, he looked him in the eyes and did the infamous Head Tilt. Suddenly, Leo was on his back and Finn’s glasses fell onto his nose and they laughed as Leo set his book and glasses on the table next to the couch as Finn started kissing around the waistband of his underwear.

“Waited for Lo to leave?”

“I didn’t want to but you know he wouldn’t have left and we would have gotten an earful from Dumo- Fuck! Finn just like that” Leo threaded his fingers through his soft auburn hair as Finn sucked him all down in one go after leaving a hickey on his hip. Leo rolled his hips and tugged on Finn's hair just like he knew he liked it. “How long did Lo say he was gonna be gone tonight” Leo was watching Finn intensely as he was pulling off leisurely swirling his tongue on the head of his cock drawing shivers from him. He gave one last long suck on the head and pulled off with a pop while panting, he loves watching Leo fall apart under him and smiles.

“About 2 hours, just while Dumo and Celeste are at dinner” he spoke calmly and nonchalantly as if he wasn’t jacking Leo off with slow tugs with a twist. He lowered his head to lick the slit wanting to taste the bead of precum starting to dribble out. Leo moans and tugs Finns hair hard enough to pull the boy up to have their lips mean in a clash of teeth and tongue, he wraps the hand not in the red locks around the back of the freckles boys neck as Finn keeps pulling hitching breaths and soft pleases from the boy under him.

Leo pulls away and starts kissing Finn's cheek to his ear and basically purrs into his ear. “Finn I want you to fuck me until he comes home~” he sucks on the spot behind Finn’s ear and he tilts his head to the side to allow Leo more of his neck and shivers when He licks from the base of his throat back up the his ear and nibbles on his lobe. “Does that sound like something you want~ if not I can always go and have fun with myself.. mmm fishy” Leo pulls away to look Finn in the eyes and see the soft amber eyes with pupils blown wide and dark with lust.

“As if I would say no” He playfully rolls his eyes as Leo laughs and stands up pulling his shirt off and tossing it on the floor. “Let’s leave a path to the bedroom like breadcrumbs in depressing kids stories” he’s taking off his sweats and underwear leaving them in a perfect like to the bedroom and Leo shakes his head as he also takes off his boxers finally and hangs them on the doorknob then beckons the older boy with a nod of his head into the room.

Next thing he know he’s being tackled on that bed and they are both laughing as they roll a little ending up with Leo’s head hanging off the side of the bed and Finn kissing his neck still chuckling as he fumbles for the 3/4th empty bottle of lube and yells to their Alexa, “Alexa add Lube to the Shopping list” and snorts when she answers as he sits on his heels in between the younger boys legs and smiles at him. “You’re so pretty Peanut” he leans forward and kisses his forehead.

“Sap” Sunshine boy flicks Finn's forehead but can’t stop the smitten smile that lights up his face.

“You’re hanging out with Loops to much if you’re starting to call me a sap”

“What can I say it’s nice to be around someone as mature as I am” he laughs as Finn makes an offended sound and playfully smacks his thigh. “Are we gonna fuck or just laugh at each other while our dicks are out?”

“It’s not so different from every other day in the locker room”

“We haven’t fucked in the locker room-“

“Yet” Finn laughs and adds some lube on his fingers and warms it up by rubbing it between his fingers as he bends down to kiss Leo’s inner thighs smiling into the kisses as he looks up at Leo. “Ready Peanut?”

Smiling as a blush covers his cheeks, blue eyes meet brown. He nods and Finn gently pushes past Leo’s tight ring of muscle as the younger boy sigh in relief and he reaches down to grab behind his knees and pulls his legs up. Finn praises the higher power for his sexy flexible boyfriend that has given him so many ideas in the very moment. He starts pumping his finger in and out of Leo getting more and more turned on by the sounds the Younger boy is making, Leo is normally vocal but Finn can tell he’s putting on a show for him.

“Another, add another! Please Finn I need more!” Leo is moving his hips but since it’s been a while since they have last done anything Finn is a little hesitant to add another so quickly with how tight Leo is. Murmuring hold on babe and be patient, He watched his finger sinking in and pulling out of Leo so many times he probably could have got off on just that but he took a couple deep breaths and added his second finger. “Yes! That feels so good, uh.” Leo’s voice pitched up at the end as Finn curled his fingers finding his prostate, he started moving his fingers faster just grazing that spot every time. He started a rhythm of moving in and out fast and deep for three thrusts and slowing down to curl his fingers to press his prostate on the fourth. Leo had his head thrown back over the side of the bed panting and not forming sentences properly as Finn fucked him with his fingers, he brought his hands up from his knees to his ankles and pulled his legs open as wide as they could so his hands were next to his shoulders and toes touching the bed above his hands and he felt Finn stop and lifted his head to look at him. “What? Why did you stop” he blinked a couple of times and realised his boyfriend was staring at his legs with a face that was just pure awe.

“WHY HAVEN'T YOU EVER DONE THAT BEFORE, holy shit I’m gonna cum just looking at you!” Finn, with a face and chest now as red as his eyebrows, reached his hand down to grip the base of his cock willing himself not to cum at the sight of a disheveled Leo with his fingers in him and his legs stretched so nearly over his shoulders. Fucking goalies man. “ I fucking love my life” he dove in for a heated and sloppy kiss as he added another finger into Leo and pumping quickly because he needed to be in him soon or he would cumbust. ;)

Leo kissed back with a burning passion and arched his back as Finn pounded his fingers in him. When Finn pulled away to pull his fingers out and lube himself up Leo let his head fall back again with a dopey smile on his face.

“Ready my little nutter butter baby” Finn smiles and lines himself up gripping one hand on Leo’s strong thigh and one hand on himself. He looks up to Leo who is biting his lip smiling with his dimples on display and Finns heart did a dumb little flip.

“Ready when you are” Leo winks and his body hums in anticipation and then pleasure as Finn presses forward into him slowly while kissing Leo’s chest leaving small hickeys as he goes. Finn watches Leo’s face open up and his mouth open as he bottoms out. Leo’s moving his hips up to meet Finn and they both sigh. The older boy starts moving slow and Steady but snaps his hips forward causing the younger boy to lose the grip on his leg that Finn had his hand on and pulls it through his own hair tugging on it lightly as an obscene moan falls from him. The pace picks up as Finn moves his free hand around Leo’s neck to just hold not choke because Leo likes to be held but not choked. The hand on his thigh is a bruising grip and the hand on his neck is keeping Leo from flying off the side of the bed.

“I knew the trail of clothes would lead to something good~” Logan was standing in the doorway to the bedroom looking at his boys with dark eyes and a smirk. He locks eyes with Leo and strides over to squat down next to him and be face to face.

“Dites-moi à quel point il ressent mon soleil ~”

To be continued….