#i wrote 3k of smut in like no time at all yet it takes me a week to write 2k for a rodtrip au i WANT TO DO BUT AM UNISPIRED FOR

[aurorawritestoescape]

DESTINIES INTERTWINED

General Marcus Acacius x f!reader x Lucilla

Summary: you spend a passionate night with your lovers.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, mff, unspecified age gap, soft!Marcus, soft!Lucilla, polyamorous relationship, praise, f!oral, unprotected piv, creampie, breeding, mention of lactation, power imbalance. Sorry for any inaccuracies about Ancient Rome. Pics are only for the mood, reader has hair, but no other physical description.

Word count: 3k

A/n: should I even explain myself? A horny goblin inside me wrote it. Hope you will like it! Love you all!💖

Soft Marcus kiss to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕

MASTERLIST

You hear him before you see him. His heavy steps echo through the vast halls of the palace and reach your ears even through the soft music that the servants are playing. Then the bedroom doors loudly open and he enters the room— a warrior, a leader, a conqueror, ready to discard the worries of his day, to offer rest to his mind and soul.

Lucilla and you lying on the bed, leaning on the pillows and holding each other close. You two have been kissing and talking quietly from time to time but the atmosphere, a perfect image of leisure and softness mere moments ago, gets electrified, charged with masculine energy. The servants leave immediately, knowing well that General Marcus Acacius does not allow anyone to see what he does to his women.

You can never believe how generously the gods blessed you. After a life of slavery and abuse you are now cherished as if you’re of noble descent. Even better, you feel loved.

Marcus freed you from the brutal hands of your owner and though you still are enslaved to an outside eye, you have never felt more free.

The General made you his servant first and you welcomed his order with gratitude. You were happy to serve such an honorable man. He and his wife were kind masters and they did not see an object when they looked at you. They saw a person. Not much time passed before you found yourself in bed with both Marcus and Lucilla. You three quickly became one, regularly drowning each other in pleasure and adoration. So you were not surprised when Mercus suggested intertwining your destinies forever.

You shouldn’t be nervous, having had plenty of time to get used to the General’s overwhelming presence. But his power, his strength, his intelligence and beauty struck you every single time like the first. Your heart is fluttering and you squirm against Lucilla’s shoulder, and always attentive to your mood, the woman envelops you in her arms tighter, sharing more of her warmth with you, while nothing but thin nightgowns separate your bodies.

“Soften your expression, my love. You’re scaring our little rose.”

Marcus pauses discarding his gear and turns to you, eyes piercing and dark reading your features.

“Is it the truth, my beautiful girl? Am I still a scare for you?” he asks, walking up slowly to the bed. His voice is gruff, molded by countless battles, but for the two of you it’s silky and soft.

“No, General.. Marcus,” you reply in a soft voice, big eyes looking up at the man with adoration and piety. The sound of his name on your lips and your devoted gaze do the trick— his face softens and he gives you a warm smile. You smile back shyly and Lucilla pecks your temple, laughing,

“Our General can be quite intimidating. Yet you and I know that he is as gentle as a warm summer breeze. For us.”

Marcus smirks and continues taking off his gear and undergarments and soon he’s standing naked next to the bed— a broad torso, strong, defined muscles glistening softly in the dim candle light, his big heavy cock swaying with every move. The sight of him takes your breath away.

He leans down and kisses his wife first as his chest hovers over you and the scent of rose oils caresses your senses.

Then it is your turn and he watches your face for a few seconds before he greets the beginning of a passionate night with you, planting a gentle kiss on your lips.

“How are my loves?” He asks, sitting down on the bed, facing you two, as you lick your lips, savoring his taste.

“She’s ready. Bona Dea favors us— the time is perfect,” Lucilla hurries to inform him, excitement painting her every word, “I played with her during the washing. She must come as much as possible for the seed to stick.”

Your cheeks start burning and your chest is heaving as you avert your gaze from the man in front of you but Marcus pinches your chin and gently lifts your face to his, searching for your eyes.

“Nothing to be shy about, my heart. You will give me.. give us a son, my heir and our destinies, mine, yours and Lucilla’s will be intertwined forever.”

His lips curve in a warm smile and you relax, taking a big calming breath. A whimper escapes your lips when his hand slides from your face to your chest and then belly. He puts his palm over it, rubbing it with his thick thumb and the heat of his touch, warming your skin through the sheer fabric, ignites your core and paints your face with need and desire.

“Yes, Marcus. I wish for nothing more.”

“Sweet little rose,” he coos at you and hunches down so he could press his face to your covered mound. The General takes a deep breath and you open your legs wider so he could revel in the scent of your arousal.

“Our beautiful rose,” his wife echoes, “Give her one more before we start, my love. I shall assist you.”

You turn your head to look at Lucilla’s gorgeous face, your eyes full of lust and gratitude and you reach for her to kiss you. She smiles and soon her soft lips are caressing yours, her tongue is licking into your whimpering mouth and you gasp against her lips when her husband latches onto your bare cunt.

Bunching up your nightgown over your waist Marcus is feasting on your sweet nectar, flowing generously from your clenching hole. Lucilla drew an orgasm from you mere minutes before and he’s reaping the fruit of her labor.

When he starts sucking on your puffy clit, you part from the woman’s lips and direct your gaze at the General eating you out, his lips and tongue celebrating your pussy, methodically bringing you to your high.

Overwhelmed by the sight of this man, strong and powerful, sliding his warm tongue through your glistening folds, you softly moan. Soon your whimpers fill the room as you're writhing in bed, running your fingers through his silky curls.

"She's close, my love, do not stop," Lucilla tells her husband and her hand slithers to your chest and pulls down the neckline of your nightgown.

She gently cups your breast and her fingers twitch your pebbled nipple. You moan as her touch sends a new surge of wetness to your entrance for her husband to lap up.

Marcus’s obsidian eyes flick up to the sight of his wife playing with your tits and he parts from your cunt to ask,

“Will you give me an honor to taste your milk when it’s time, my little rose? I would love your sweet breasts to nourish me, just like your little cunt is nourishing me right now.”

You moan at his words and eagerly nod, biting your lower lip, and Marcus’s slick-coated mouth curves into a content smile.

Lucilla whispers, “We love you,” against your temple and they continue pleasuring you, her hands kneading your breasts, his mouth on your soft pussy and soon you’re coming, shaking against Lucilla’s body, as she’s praising you throughout, while Marcus is quenching his thirst with your plentiful juices.

When he lifts his head his bearded chin and mustache are shining with the evidence of your ecstasy and you reach your arms towards him to pull him close and lick it off his face. Lucilla rushes to help you and soon the three of you are kissing, tongues and lips moving passionately in this lustful dance of three. You’re comforted by their bodies, caging you against each other, and you wish for this moment to last forever.

They give you only a moment of respite before Marcus takes your nightgown off and wraps his throbbing cock in his big veiny hand. He pumps it with a few languid strokes and you swallow loudly, watching his huge manhood grow even bigger. Marcus cups your cheek with a free hand and coos,

“Don't fret, little rose. You’ve taken me before. I promise to be slow and gentle.”

“Lie down between my legs, my love, so I could feel every thrust Marcus gives you,” Lucilla purrs, helping you to shift and you happily lean your back on her chest as she wraps her arms around you.

“This time it will take, I know it,” Lucilla continues, as her palms are gliding over your shoulders, breasts and belly in a calming gesture but your cunt tingles again at her soft touch.

Marcus lies between your spread thighs, his hard cock pressed to your mound, and gifts you another heady kiss, reminding you of his love and care.

“You’re strong, my love. You shall receive my seed and grow a new life for us three. You shall be mine forever.”

You breathe out a quiet ‘yes’ and he brushes your cheek with his lips at the same time pushing the tip of his cock into your soaked hole. You already feel the dull stretch and grasp Lucilla’s arms enveloping you and she whispers,

“I shall help you, little rose.”

Her hand slithers between Marcus’s and your bodies and she finds your throbbing clit, soaked with your cum and her husband’s saliva. She begins rubbing it in tight circles, murmuring in your ear,

“Relax, my precious, open up for him. Let Marcus fill you up with his seed. Sometimes I wish I had a cock too so we both could make you full with cum.”

You mewl, hearing her words, while the General thrusts in, close to bottoming out, and the fullness, the stretch that he bestows on you, quickly overwhelms you and your head whips to the side as your needy eyes search for your female lover.

“I need you,” you admit with a weak voice and she smiles down at you and moves your torso slightly to the side, freeing her chest.

She takes her breast out of her sheer nightgown and brings your face closer. You take a sharp breath at the sight of her beautiful tit and latch onto her puffy nipple. You flutter your eyes shut with pleasure, enjoying the sweetness of her skin, as she’s holding you close to feed you her breast better, while her husband’s cock prods deeper and deeper inside your wet hot cunt.

Her bud hardens in your mouth and she starts moaning while you’re licking it, swirling your tongue around and then suckling on the nipple. She knows how much you love it, the feeling so comforting and ecstatic, you whimper as your pussy gushes around Marcus’s cock.

The man grunts and growls, thrusting his fat stiffness little by little inside you,

“Oh gods, you are just as tight as our first night together. Remember, little rose, how long it took me to fully sheath my cock into your sweet cunt?” You move just your eyes to glance at him, not parting from his wife’s tit, and hum in agreement.

“I shall be slow now as well.” His voice is strained and he grinds his teeth, trying not to pierce you with his girthy length in one go, desperately wishing to bottom out but holding up for the sake of your comfort.

Finally his heavy balls slap your ass and you both moan loudly as his tip gives a kiss to your cervix. You feel so full and happy, your lips leave Lucilla’s breast and you take Marcus’s face in your hands to kiss him. The giant man moans as your soft mouth thanks him for the gift of his cock and you can’t make yourselves part from one another, reveling in the taste of your love and desire. He twitches deep inside you and not tearing his lips from yours he begins rolling his hips, fucking you slowly and gently, massaging his length with your snug walls and it feels like he fucks into your belly, into your soul and heart, so deep that you hold your breath, afraid to move, scared he will split you in two with the might of his manhood.

Judging by her soft moans, Lucilla senses his thrusts, as if he’s fucking both of you, and soon she starts grinding her pussy against your ass and you feel her wetness smeared on your skin.

Marcus’s heavy cock drugs in and out of your hole, caressing your core and pushing on the pleasure spot inside you. But you can not be that selfish as to enjoy this beautiful and hopefully fruitful night without your other lover so you part from the General’s mouth to murmur,

“Lucilla, I want—.”

“What is it, my love?” the woman behind you asks and Marcus pauses his movements to let you speak.

“I wish— wish to feel you on my tongue.”

Your voice is barely audible as shyness overtakes you but it’s loud enough for your lovers to hear.

“You wish to…,” Lucilla starts but you interrupt her. “Yes, sit on my face. Please,” you plea as you turn your head to look at her.

They’re quick to fulfill your wish and soon Lucilla gets from under you and plants her knees on the sides of your face. Her cunt is hovering over your mouth, as she’s facing her husband, who’s still buried deep in your heat. She discards her sheer nightgown and you take a sharp breath, as her gorgeous naked body blesses your vision. Her glistening folds are calling for you to taste them. So you pull her down with your hands on her thighs and, after opening up as wide as possible, you cover her cunt with the warmth of your mouth. You hungrily lick a path from her clit to her hole and gather all the wetness off her hot skin. She doesn’t let you wait long and soon she’s gushing more onto your waiting tongue.

“My little rose!” She gasps, surprised by your eagerness and lust, “So good to us,” she coos at you while her fingers are running through your hair. The woman moans when your tongue prods her hole and you slide it deeper while your hands knead her asscheeks and thighs.

“Is it nice, my love? Is our little rose making you happy?” Marcus asks his wife, who’s moving her body up and down now, fucking herself on your tongue.

“Oh, yes,” she breathes out and throws her head back in ecstasy.

You don’t see Marcus but you feel him, so much of him as he’s thrusting his cock into you with steady and deep strokes.

“You two are perfect and you’re mine,” he growls, “I am thankful to the gods for giving me both of you.”

Then you feel his big hands on your breasts and he begins caressing your nipples with his calloused fingers, making you whimper against his wife’s cunt.

“Wish your tits were full of milk already. The warm nectar would trickle down my hands right now,” he accentuates his words, kneading your breasts, “When you bare my child I shall make sure to have you on my cock and in my mouth every day, to devour your sweet cunt whenever you wish.”

His words make your heart and pussy flatter and he grunts, as his cock twitches deep in your core. Marcus increases the pace at which his stiffness is spearing you again and again and you grab Lucilla’s thighs to keep yourself from sliding up the bed.

“My love, her mouth is heaven,” the woman moans, addressing her husband and the next moment you hear their lips moving against each other. His cock, stuffing your soaked cunt, your tongue in her wet hole, the sensations pull you to the heights of pleasure and, overwhelmed with ove and lust, you come, moaning loudly, your sweet noises muffled by Lucilla’s cunt.

It sets a chain reaction and your walls, clamping around Marcus’s cock, make him explode and he begins shooting his hot load deep into your contracting core. He quickly fills you up and soon you hear the lewd noises of your cunt, squelching with his every thrust.

You desperately wish for Lucilla to come with you too and, still trembling with ecstasy under their naked bodies, you wrap your lips around her clit and suck, lick, flick it with the tip of your tongue bringing her higher to meet Marcus and you there. Soon you’re successful and she cries out your name until Marcus kisses her and drinks her moans.

When she stills, her cunt leaves your mouth and she lies down on the bed next to you.

You finally set your eyes on the General and marvel at his beauty — his strong muscles are bulging, the skin, dewy with sweat, is almost glowing in the warm candle light, his curls are tousled and some have fallen on his forehead. Your lover is panting heavily, descending from his hard climax. He gives you a warm smile as he coos,

“Look at you, my beautiful rose, your lips are coated with the evidence of Lucilla’s love for you. Let me…”

With that he leans down not pulling out and kisses you, licking the slick of your lips and chin.

“Do not spill the seed, my love,” Lucilla warns him and he hums against your mouth.

“Never, not a drop shall fall,” he mumbles, as his lips part from yours, “Your full cunt shall be plugged by my cock all night, little rose.”

You nod, barely having any strength to do so, and he carefully lies down next to you, gently turning your body on your side and you feel Lucilla’s arms embrace you from behind. Marcus’s manhood is still in your stretched hole and he puts your leg over thigh and bucks his hips to plug you better.

You revel in their warmth, adoration and love, resting between your lovers. They start talking about your future together, your baby and how they are going to take care of you two and you drift off with a happy and hopeful smile on your face.

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[lavendertales]

SEÑORITA: Chapter 2

pairing: Javier Peña x Murphy!f!reader

summary: Steve offers to show you around the precinct, but he's not expecting all the teasing words and the tension between you and Javier; and neither does Javier himself.

word count: 3k

series warnings: reluctant friends to lovers, lots of playful banter, mutual pining, slow burn, secret relationship, filthy smut.

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As it turns out, a baby living in the same space as you isn’t your biggest inconvenience.

Okay, perhaps “inconvenience” is taking things too far. Olivia has been a treat these past few days; she’s just started walking and mumbling a few words, so watching her be curious about everything and reach for things and people with her little hands has been one of your weekly highlights.

But you and Steve remain far from the good buddies you were as children, and the awkwardness that floats in the air whenever you interact is very much palpable and thick, weighing down on both of you.

Even so, you at least remain polite towards each other, and you both try your hardest to become friendly again.

Steve tells you about his time in Colombia; he tells you how he caught Pablo Escobar in his final moments and how he wished Javier was there to share the sweet victory since “it would’ve been only fair”. He mentions Javier quite a lot, actually, just like he did in his letters to you. You deduce that they are good friends, bonded by a mutual goal and plenty of tragedy, and that Javier is, despite some flaws and choices, a focused and hardworking man. Trustworthy and loyal.

In other words, a good man.

“I still have them, by the way,” you tell your brother as you take another sip of coffee.

Steve blinks in surprise. “You kept the letters I sent you?”

“Well, yeah. You’re still my brother, and the fact that you took the time to write to me when you were basically in a living hell, it means a lot to me. I was worried about you.”

The warmth that fills Steve’s body is not unknown, and yet it feels like it’s the very first time he’s ever felt it such a big wave of affection towards his baby sister.

“I figured if something were to happen, you’d be… eased,” he tries to joke.

“You’re not my favorite person in the world but I don’t want you to die. Besides, do you have any idea how expensive it is to have a funeral? Not to mention the cost of retrieving your body from there… way too much work.”

You both giggle, finding odd comfort in the rather morbid way you’re making jokes, and you finish your coffees in silence. Connie is at the park with Olivia—which you suspect was done intentionally on her part—and it’s almost time for both of you to head off to work. You actually crave the library’s welcoming silence today.

“I’ve got an idea,” Steve says, washing both cups. “The precinct isn’t that far from the library.”

“Probably ten minutes by car or so.”

“Exactly. How about you stop by at lunch? I can show you around, give you a tour.”

He’s trying, you smile to yourself. He’s trying to make things great again. You want that too, so it’s not hard to meet him halfway.

“That sounds pretty good actually,” you reply and smile when Steve does.

“Cool!”

“Can you give me a ride to work?”

“Sure thing, c’mon.”

On your way, you talk more and it becomes easier, more lighthearted. You find out that Steve wrote to your parent as well, and he also called them once a week. He talked to your mother daily during the brief time he and Connie were apart, and as you hear that, your heart sinks a little. You figure how difficult it must’ve been for both of them.

And even if you don’t say it aloud, you’re very impressed by Steve’s work in Colombia. But most of all, you’re proud of him.

“What’s Javier like?”

The question replaces the brightness on Steve’s face with a gloomy and curious expression. Much as he tries to hide it, it’s there.

“Why?” he asks flatly.

You roll your eyes, chuckling. “He’s your best friend, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Steven, I’m given to understand that Colombia was very dark. The two of you are bonded together by things that the rest of us can’t comprehend. I’m just asking out of curiosity, nothing more.”

Steve’s grip tightens over the wheel, recalling some of the events in Colombia. It was very dark indeed, but most of the time he had Connie there. Javier, on the other hand… there were times Steve feared he was drowning the more vehemently he refused any external help. All he had were his brothel girls, alcohol and cigarettes.

And Steve fears he still hasn’t recovered, even a year later.

“He’s a great guy overall,” Steve replies after a while. “Tough nut to crack and stubborn, but you can rely on him when it comes down to it.”

“He does look like he’s stubborn.”

“Have you seen much of him?”

“You mean since he introduced himself last week, then you shadily pulled him over after which he fled like the plague? Hmm, no, I can’t say I have.”

Steve coos your name, almost apologetically so, but you cut him off instantly. “Even if I were interested in him, which I’m not, what’s it to you? I get that I’m your sister and he’s your best friend and that puts you in the middle, but we’re adults. It would be none of your business.”

“True, but…” Steve huffs, struggling to find his words. “Look, I’m just trying to keep you both safe and sane.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

“Whenever you were dating one of your bad boys, it never ended well. Remember Hyde, who spray painted dad’s car when you broke up with him?”

“Ugh. Yikes.”

“Or Mike?”

You try your hardest not to laugh. “I still can’t believe he found a skunk and sprayed it all over you.”

You suppress a giggle, much to Steve’s dismay.

“I had to sleep in the basement for a week,” he reminds you bitterly. “Wasn’t funny then, and it’s not funny now.”

“I know, I’m s—I’m sorry.”

“Ever notice how your breakups affected the rest of us, but never you?”

You shrug. “What can I say? I have a long lasting impact on these boys.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Javier’s a grown man. Those were little insecure boys. I doubt—“

“Javier isn’t fully okay after Colombia. Neither am I, really, but I’ve got a beautiful wife, an amazing daughter, and life goes on. He took it all by himself and bottled it up. Which is exactly like the kind of guy you’d fall for.”

“I thought he’s a reformed bad boy.”

Steve huffs, parking the car in front of the library and looking at you with a care he hadn’t possessed in years.

“I’m not trying to tell you what to do,” he says softly. “Not gonna do things like I did when we were teenagers. You’re a grown woman, Javier is a grown man as you said. He’s a little broken though, and you can be a lot to deal with… and I’m just afraid you’ll both end up getting hurt.”

“I appreciate your concern, Steven. But I promise you, I’m not interested in Javier like that.”

“All the women are at some point.”

“It’s a regular occurrence?”

When Steve hesitates, you get your answer. “Oh come on, it’s not like he’s some Adonis.”

“I don’t know, for a guy he’s pretty good looking.”

Devilishly handsome is more like it, you think.

“He is,” you agree indifferently, “but I’m not into it.”

“I’ll pick you up at 12-ish?”

You notice the topic change, but you don’t fight against it. “Sounds good,” you concede. Thanks for the ride.”

“You got it.”

Time flew by in the blink of an eye. Before you knew it, you were back in Steve’s car and on your way to the precinct. There’s a tingle in your body that you cannot explain, but you don’t fight against it either.

“So what exactly does a consultant do at a police precinct?” you ask.

“I help with cases but I don’t actually get involved. It’s a pretty sweet deal actually.”

“So it’s basically like giving advice and adding at the end, ‘if it ruins your life, it’s not my fault’?”

A hearty laugh leaves Steve’s chest, booming throughout the car. “Basically, yeah.”

“That’s a pretty sweet deal. How are you adjusting to it after all you did… in your previous job?”

“It’s a bit boring if you compare them, but it’s a nice change of pace.”

“I’ll bet. You are, after all, America’s hero.”

“Oh, stop it.”

“Come on! You know what people are saying about you! Steve Murphy, American’s fine hero, saved the world!”

You keep teasing him till you both end up laughing wholeheartedly. It’s a sentiment you haven’t had in years, and suddenly you feel grateful and lucky to have your big brother back in your life.

Steve holds the door for you, thus allowing you to get a first glimpse into his work environment. It’s as busy as any precinct, people buzzing and moving at a fast pace without paying much attention to their surroundings.

“Here,” Steve catches your attention. “This is my office.”

You scan the cubicle, noticing the picture of him, Connie and Olivia on his desk. “Pretty cozy.”

“That one over there is Javier’s.”

The difference between the two desks is quite stunning: while Steve’s is cozy and personalized with reminders of the life he has outside these walls, Javier’s is pretty empty except a few folders neatly stacked on top of each other, a pen and a stapler. His desk seems pretty empty, and you fleetingly wonder if that reflects how he’s feeling on a daily basis.

Impossible, you think to yourself. Surely he’s a ladies’ man, and surely he’s got someone to hook up with at least, if nothing more.

“Hey Jav,” your brother’s voice changes. “You remember my sister.”

Your eyes met Javier’s for a single second, frozen-like in time, and you’re quick to notice how he shifts his gaze as farther away from you as possible. As a response, you lower your head, stiffening a chuckle.

“Hola señorita,” he tells you, even his voice distant.

There’s no verbal reply leaving your mouth. You want to say something clever and witty, maybe even sarcastic, but there is a small fraction of your slightly twisted being, deep down, which considers his greeting to be an awakening of some sort. You like how the words roll so easily down his tongue. A presumably filthy and skilled tongue.

Whoa. Where the fuck did that come from?

Okay, so you might think he’s attractive. He might be sin personified with golden skin and cold attitude, which means he can be trouble.

And you’re not looking for trouble. Not anymore.

“What brings you here?”

It takes you a bit to realize that Javier’s addressing you because he’s not even looking at you; he’s looking through a folder in his hands, seemingly doing everything in his power to ignore you.

“Steve wanted to show me around the precinct while we grab some lunch,” you say.

“Hm.”

“Oh, right, lunch!” Steve exclaims. “I got us turkey sandwiches from a nice place down the street, hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah, love those.”

“I’ll be right back.”

With Steve gone temporarily, you take the opportunity to squeeze some answers out of Javier.

“Let me guess,” you start, crossing your arms at your chest and teasingly sitting on the edge of Javier’s desk. “Steven put on the big bro talk with you.”

Javier finally looks at you, somewhat surprised. “Is that a regular occurrence?”

“Oh yes. He used to do it a lot when we were teenagers. But please don’t hold my being related to him against me.”

“Wasn’t going to.”

“Thanks. He claims that I made his life miserable by bullying him when we were younger but if you’re asking me, he’s a bit of a wimp. When it comes to me, at least.”

“You do sound like a bully.”

This time you do chuckle. And if you wouldn’t have such great observation skills, you might’ve thought that Javier chuckled too.

“Did you bully him though?” he asks, voice less distant.

“Well… depends from which side you’re viewing things. I say I gave him reality checks. But this might explain why he’s trying so damn hard to overcompensate now by being ridiculously protective. He knows I didn’t like it then and it’s why we’re awkward around each other now, and yet here he is, going out of his way to keep you at bay.”

“He only asked me nicely to not hit on you.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Were you going to?”

“No. You’re not really… my type. No offense or anything.”

“None taken. But the question remains, why does my brother want to keep you at bay? Are you really that big of an asshole, Javier?”

He turns to you, studying your face properly for the very first time. You seem much sharper than any of the women he previously encountered, and for this reason he decides to be as blunt as possible with you.

“That seems to be the consensus,” he agrees.

“Cause I heard some storied from my brother’s time in Colombia. I heard about the infamous Javier Peña. Heard you were quite the hit with the ladies, but nothing short of ‘hero’ and ‘great friend’.”

Gradually, Javier becomes irritated. Reminders of his past life in Colombia and how much it took from him become a trigger, and he doesn’t want to relive any part of that.

“Are you gonna do this the whole time you’re here?” he asks you instead.

“I could,” you shrug. “I can see it gets a rise out of you.”

“And I can see why Steve said you can be a pain in the ass.”

“Ouch.”

But you smile, and paired with the way you said his full name, rolling the R perfectly at the end, it does get a rise out of him.

Frustration. The inability to act upon it. Curiosity. Forbidden fruit.

Too much contradiction for Javier’s personal taste.

“Listen,” he moves closer to you to whisper in dangerous proximity, “Steve asked me to not get involved with you, friend to friend. So that’s what I intend to do. More like not do.”

“Okay, that’s honorable, I respect that. But how much fun would it be to mess with him?”

Javier cocks an eyebrow in your direction, the faint scent of something floral suddenly invading his nostrils.

“Why would we mess with him?”

“Come on! Haven’t you ever wanted to just mess with him? Prank him in any way?”

“Not out of instinct.”

“You’re missing out.”

“And how exactly would we mess with him?”

“Do I detect interest in your voice?”

The playfulness in your voice, along with a hint of mischief, is causing Javier’s head to spin. You’re still not his type, but you sure seem like fun.

And he likes to have fun once in a while.

Forbidden fruit, he reminds himself.

“I figure if he sees me around you a lot, he’ll think we’re fucking, and based on your reputation, sounds plausible,” you ponder. “One of those veins in his head is bound to pop.”

“Shit, you’re a mean one. But I still want to respect Murphy’s wish.”

As if on command, Steve rushes back, handing you a sandwich and pulling Javier closer.

“I found this on Lieutenant Dan’s desk,” he mutters, but not hushed enough to not reach your ears.

Steve reveals a folder that you try to peak at while Javier rummages through it. Seconds later, his face brightens.

“New intel on the case,” Steve adds. “These sure would come in handy for closing the case.”

“So take ‘em.”

Both men stare at you like you just said the most outrageous thing in the world. “They’re classified, smarty pants,” Steve practically scolds you.

“So? You’re not taking them outside the precinct. You’re just… borrowing them, looking at words on a page.”

“If I close my eyes, you’re like the female version of Javier.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Why are you here, again?”

Javier’s sharp eyes cut through you like glass, but they don’t intimidate you.

“Apparently I’m the only one thinking rationally,” you retort.

With a loud grunt and a quick glance around, Javier turns to Steve. “Look, just—just stuff it down your pants.”

“What?”

“Do you wanna close the case or not?”

“Yeah, obviously, but—“

“Stuff ‘em down your pants.”

“Say that a lot to your lady friends?”

The glare Javier throws you doesn’t intimidate either. If anything, it only makes you bolder.

“If your brother wasn’t here, I would’ve told you where you can stuff that,” he grunts.

“Yeah, you’d wish you’d stuff something in this.”

“Both of you, cut it out, now,” Steve shushes you. “And ew. Why me, anyway? You pulled the same stunt back in Medellin.”

“They’ll suspect me.”

“You can’t play that card here too!”

“Spanish-speaking guy with a foreign family name? Trust me, they’ll fucking suspect me, Murphy.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

Within a split second, you snatch the folder from Steve’s hands and, ensuring no one’s around, you tug at Javier’s belt, making enough room for the folder to slide between his shirt and his pants. Breathless, Javier can only watch in shock as you smile, so as to not raise any suspicions, and button his blazer so that the foreign element in his suit isn’t visible.

“There,” you say, “problem solved.”

“What the fuck,” Steve mutters under his breath.

“I wasn’t gonna shove a folder down your pants.”

Javier can’t think of a single thing to say. He can only watch you as you sit down, finally munching on your sandwich, and feel a concoction of feelings.

She’s not my type, he remembers.

But shit, that was hot.

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much to @citrusses, @danpuff-ao3, @tackytigerfic, @maesterchill and @squintclover for tagging me in this! I loved reading your answers, which is what made me finally decide to do this one. I'm really awful at these, and I'm stuck in that endless blank early period of motherhood where my focus is so inwards, so survivalist, that I've lost all sense of popular songs/films/sport, which is a big part of why I don't generally do other 'about you' type posts. So I'm also tagging @elskanellis, @epitomereally, @mallstars, @oknowkiss and @thecouchsofa who recently tagged me in other posts to say thank you <3 and I appreciate you, and here, do this one if you like <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25, good grief

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

332,461!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Harry Potter. Can’t see that changing any time soon, but never say never. Meanwhile F1 will remain the One That Got Away!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Nor All That Glisters (111k, E, Drarry)

Kept in Cages (77k, E, Drarry)

Dreaming Skies (21k, E, Dron collab with @tackytigerfic)

When The Party's Over (5.4k, E, Drarry)

Among the Elements (8.3k, E, Drarry)

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

Embarrassingly enough, not usually. Basically, I got very overwhelmed last summer after writing Kept in Cages, because I pushed myself ridiculously hard to get it finished in time for Wireless (last fic in Wireless, but I made it!!) Combined with a lot of stress in my personal life, I then experienced massive burnout and had six months of complete writer’s block. Meanwhile, I got some really wonderful, brilliant, thoughtful comments on that fic, and I felt just awful and like a total fraud who couldn’t put a sentence together, and couldn’t bring myself to even respond. And now I don’t feel like I can reply to anything more recent until I’ve got through the old comments, etc etc. I guess I should just get over myself and crack on though, because I love getting comments and do really truly read and appreciate every single one.

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

I tend to give them at the very least a hopeful ending, so I had to look through my account to work this out, and I think this has to go to my weird tiny little dark fic Not Waving (M, 3k, Drarry).

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

As above, I do like a happy ending, but rarely is it unqualified happiness. Kept in Cages, maybe, because I like that they’ve built a life away from everything, and that it’s something that they’ve each freely chosen. Or perhaps Silhouettes (E, 17k, Dronarry), which now I think about it does have a rare conveniently-packaged ending!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet! The odd lightly offensive bookmark rating, but nothing that especially bothers me. I got caught up in the top/bottom trolling early in my time in fandom, but that stuff was so ridiculous I just deleted the lot of it and didn’t think of it again.

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

I write what I want to read, really, which (naturally) involves smut. I can’t do PWPs though; there’s a Tumblr post that says, like, ‘I’m going to write a quick PWP, the starting premise is that character A has lost their faith in god’, and this is kind of me. Sex in fic for me is a big part of relationship development, and so I usually slot in whatever works best for the characters from that point of view. I’m actually writing something right now that’s fast sexual burn/slow relationship burn, and it’s a very new dynamic for me, to try and take the feelings away (a bit, obviously they’re going to catch them sooner or later).

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

I don’t really enjoy reading them, so it doesn’t really enter my mind to try and write one. I suppose sports AUs are the exception to the rule – does that count? I haven’t written one, but I’ve read some I’ve adored (@sleepstxtic, @citrusses) and I could see myself having a go.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A couple, I think. Someone translated NATG to Brazilian Portuguese, all 111k of the thing (although looking now I think it might have been taken down!), and Nice I think got translated to Vietnamese.

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

Yes, Dreaming Skies with @tackytigerfic. Dream come true, etc etc. I have to say, I’d absolutely be up for another collab with someone in the future (time/life/etc allowing, which is a big if for me).

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Drarry. Twenty-one years and counting!

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

Oh, I’d never say never! Good to always have something on the backburner, I say.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, I think. And I used to think pacing, but currently having a slight crisis about this in my latest fic, so get back to me! But yeah, dialogue; as I was saying to @fluxweeed the other day, sometimes I feel like I write my fics by just filling in the gaps between dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything that’s not dialogue! No, I’d say probably endings. I don’t think I’ve mastered the art of ending strong just yet. I’m too keen to satisfy readers, possibly, or maybe it’s the dialogue thing again, I want to end on a quip or something, and it never sits quite right. I should really start looking at what I think makes a good ending, I guess.

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

Fine? I mean, I wouldn’t personally do it using google translate or anything, because I’d have horrors that I’d accidentally end up insulting someone, but if I know the language a bit and/or have someone I can trust to help, that’s fine.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First and only, HP. I read HP back in the early 00s – a broad range of stuff, following the well-known authors (Cassie Clare, Maya, Rhysenn, Aja etc), but was always just a lurker, never part of fandom (was too nervous, and too busy with F1, which was a very niche fandom back then, consisting of about 30 of us and an unhealthy number of screenshots of Jarno Trulli’s backside after every race – I ran a fic archive and modded fests etc, but never wrote). Then when I got back into fandom, it was immediately HP, and immediately Drarry <3

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Don’t make me choose between my children!

Tagging: gosh, I think I've tagged enough people just in the course of my ramblings! Oh, maybe also @shealwaysreads, and @skeptiquewrites if you haven't done it, and the Aussie crew @moonflower-rose and @shiftylinguini, I'd love to know your answers if you have the inclination. Anyone who gets a tag for the post please feel free to do it and please do tag me with your responses <3

[redbelles]

twenty questions for fic writers

tagged by: the wonderful @carry-the-sky 💖

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

51

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

245,595

3. what fandoms do you write for?

i don't ever really abandon old fandoms, but so far 2024 has been all berserk (nothing posted yet, unforch) and masters of the air

4. top five fics by kudos

like a heartbeat drives you mad

the dreadful need in the devotee

and my body found the wind

stuck in colder weather

all the love you need

5. do you respond to comments?

yes! it may take me a hundred million years, but i appreciate each and every comment i get, and i often go back to them for a little jolt of "hey, people actually like your writing!" motivation when i'm stuck

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

lmao uh. known angst goblin meg redbelles here, but i honestly didn't have to do much work to the canon endings of robert baratheon (the clouds will form a crown) or judas iscariot (in the violence of our dreams) to make them even more horrifically angsty, so. one of those, probably!

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

i don't tend to go for out and out happy endings—i prefer bittersweet—but i feel like the answer is either the mercy wheel, which fixes dany’s gabarge season eight character arc, or tongue’s talkin’ riddles (sticky sweet), which gives chrissy and eddie a mostly happy future together instead of horrible deaths in deeply cursed hawkins

and! for what it's worth! the chimneys hardly ever fall down is going to end on a happy note! they're just going to have to Suffer a lot to get there! it's fine!

8. do you get hate on fics?

nope

9. do you write smut?

me, currently 3k into a m/m/f threesome scene:

10. craziest crossover:

i enjoy spitballing about crossovers, but i doubt very seriously that i'll ever write one

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware of, no

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

i've had offers before, but i've declined every time; they all wanted to host the translations outside of AO3, which is not something i'm comfortable with

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

yep! keep calling me home is a really fun little round robin fic i wrote with three other authors a couple years ago

14. all time favorite ship?

i can't read suddenly.gif

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

shUT UP!!!!! I'M GONNA FINISH ALL MY WIPS!!!!!! SHUT UP!!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!

16. what are your writing strengths?

imagery, emotion, themes, dialogue

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

plot? never heard of her. also, i feel like i still suck at writing humor

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

to crib from a previous answer: unless you speak the language, it gets real dicey real fast. i personally avoid it unless a) it’s a canonical term/phrase, like all the faux-russian bullshit in the grisha trilogy, or b) i can check the grammar/usage with a native speaker or someone who is solidly fluent

19. first fandom you wrote in?

[redacted] way back ages ago on [redacted]

20. favorite fic you've written?

recency bias talking here, but i am so, so, so fond of the chimneys hardly ever fall down; i challenged myself to write the first chapter as one continuous scene (i feel like i sometimes abuse scene breaks to heighten tension), and honestly i think i nailed it. also, this sequence:

Maybe he is drunk. That would make sense. He’s going to wake up and find himself alone at the bottom of a bottle. Back in the cold blue, Fort shot to shit and tumbling from the sky like a wounded bird, trailing fire and screaming as she falls. Maybe he won’t wake up at all— maybe he’s dead in a potato field, a ghost who never made it back in the first place. His heart can’t fucking take it.

like, i'm sorry, but that's brutal! and i am so proud of it!

tagging: @sluttyhenley @littlelindentree @oatflatwhite @meyerlansky @ladywaffles

@charmtion @anthropologicalhands @jacyevans @thatworldinverted @thatgirlnevershutsup

and anyone elso who wants a go ✨

[ssa-dado]

Symposium part 18 and NEWS!!! (One Shots) - democracy time 2.0

I think it's been about 12 hours now since I finished writing the entire synopsis for part 18. (Part of it was already done since it was originally meant for ch.17). This afternoon, I started expanding on it, and let me tell you, I’m pretty sure the next chapter is going to be a long one, possibly around 14k words like Folie à Deux.

Would you be okay with that?

(Of course, whenever I write a longer chapter, it’s because you’ve got to trust the vision. Just a heads-up, this one’s going to be an emotional rollercoaster, we all know what happens at the end of 3x2)

That said, since I believe 15k words should be the max for a chapter, we’ll be following our favorite Philosopher through only one case as the temporary Unit Chief.

(It’s her first case, which is the most important for establishing her relationship with the team as an individual, as she would put it)

This got me thinking…

if you have any requests (like cute scenarios, or anything specific you’d like to see), or if you want to know more about what happens during certain gaps in the plot (like what happens between chapters 10 and 11), I could start expanding the Symposium Cinematic Universe with some shorter one-shots (max 3k words).

Of course, since these are just one-shots, they’d focus on smaller moments.

For example, their first actual kiss is definitely staying in the main series (it feels so far away right now HAHAHA, imagine them kissing! I wrote five paragraphs just for a hug… imagine a kiss).

BUT if you wanted a more detailed, maybe spicier version of what happened after chapter 9 🥸, I could definitely take requests for that! (Have mercy, I'm demi and I've never written any actual smut - ever)

You could even suggest fun concepts, like a “Prehistoric Prank War” (imagine if Hotch swapped all her pens with black-ink ones). Or maybe they have their firearms evaluation exam together. Ooh, or here’s a fun one: to get back at Gideon after chapter 9, they start a secret admirer prank! (Or even some jealous Hotch, when they go to the bar together and one piece of shit of a man starts harassing us)

(I’m definitely leaning towards writing more fluff and funny moments, so feel free to rejoice!)

This way, you can request anything from any point in the timeline, and I won’t have to get grey hairs trying to make it fit perfectly with what I’m currently writing or planning to write.

I’m not sure yet if I’d alternate them with the main series, so let me know what you think! You’d still get 1 to 2 main chapters each week, but if I start doing one-shots, I could aim for 2 to 3 (maybe even 4) updates weekly. Or I could release both: a main chapter and a one-shot each week.

Please please please let me know!

My inbox is ready and waiting for all your requests! (Be sure to include one request per message so I can reply to each one directly)

Lots of ragù kisses,

Phi 🤍

[lizzzylovee]

Eywa’s Vision

Chapter 1: Arrival

Summary : “Born with the ability to receive visions of the future, Kani must choose to abandon what she knows to aid in Navi that she's never met.“

MDNI

Authors note: Hello! Just wanted to start off by saying that this the first thing I have ever wrote before lol. I have fallen in love with the Avatar Movies, and after binge reading I realized I wanted to attempt to do it.

Story starts off with the original characters in Home Tree, the sky people haven't returned yet, and all the characters are aged up by 5 years! I will be going more by Navi standards as best as possible. There will be mature contents, but each chapter will be labeled appropriately as possible. There will be a mix of languages, and I will try my best to be as distinctive as possible lol.

*This will most likely be more slow burn than not, I don’t want to rush the story line as much I really want to lol. Eventual smut*** If you see this on Wattpad I have also posted it there under the same tag.

WK: about 3k ish?

CW: cursing, Neteyam being in love struck awe lol, nothing really in this chapter

Chapter 1: Arrival          Chapter 2: Story Time  

Masterlist

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The jungle hummed with life. Through the tall treetops, light seeps through, basking the ground with a peak from the light above. Even with the peaceful feeling, it traps you into a sense of safety.

Crouching down, he looks through the foliage, eyes tracking it's movement. Taking slow breathes, he maneuvers into position, knee bent while kneeling on the ground. Bow grasped tightly in hand, sure movements notches the arrow. With one last inhale, he draws the bow, clenching his core, and with one final glance, he releases.

As the arrow soars, it meets it's final destination, straight into the eyes of the unknowing Yerik.

"Bullseye!"

With a roll of his eyes, he can't help but smirk at the praise of his companion.

"You know bro, one day you too might have a chance of being as good as me."

Spiders smile falls, only to proceed to roll his eyes, and flip off his friends back as he goes to pray over his kill.

"We both know I would kick your ass if I was Navi. Besides, why go hunting if the hunting party already left?"

Lo'ak proceeds to bind his kill, securing the feet together for easier carrying on the way back.

"Because if I show up empty handed, my parents might actually disown me."

"What did you do this time?"

Biting his lip, Lo'ak spares Spider a glance over his shoulder.

"I may or may not have forgotten to watch Tuk, leading her to paint a family portrait on the tent.."

With a baffled look, Spider could only gawk at his friend, watching as he puts the final ties to together.

"And hopefully with my peace offering, my dad might actually rethink the 'life sentence' and take me off cleaning duty."

"Fat chance, but I hope it actually goes well! Kiri's been holed up in the Tsahik tent, last thing I need is my other friend being punished to death." Spider slides down from his watching post, kicking at the grass.

"Other friend, since when did she replace my spot as the best friend?" Lo'ak looks at him, eyebrows furrowed, hand to his chest with mock hurt over his face.

"Oh shut up, let's go home." Spider rolls his eyes, glancing down at the floor, trying his best to get the heat from his face. Lo'ak can only laugh at his friends' inability to admit the truth of his feelings, even though he knows that nothing can come about it. With the raise of his hand cupping the side of his mouth, he makes the sound to call out to his Ikran.

"You know bro, maybe you should go for one of the older scientist." Lo'ak replied with barely hid mirth.

"You're fucking disgusting."

With a final laugh, Lo'ak drags his kill to his Ikran, anchoring it around onto it, giving a few tugs to test it's security.

"Come on bro, we gotta head back before dinner, I don't want to wake up dead before tomorrow."

"You do realize you can't wake up dead right?" Spider clamors on, smacking Lo'aks attempt to assist.

"You act like you've never met my mother." Swinging his body over, Lo'ak climbs on behind Spider, and after making tsaheylu, the Ikran takes off with a final screech.

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Growing up, Lo'ak always dreamed of the day of owning his own Ikran. Flying through the sky with no care of living up to expectations and having the ability to pretend to be who he wants. After his first failed attempt, which he tries his best not to think on, flying came so naturally that it allowed his mind to blank.

Flying back to Home Tree, first glances at the kill he was hauling for his family, and then to Spider to make sure he was secure, though he would never admit due to knowing how Spider would get if he felt like he couldn't keep up with the 18 year old Navi male.

With the wind hitting his face, he looks far ahead to watch for Home Tree to come into the horizon line, making the appropriate turns needed to avoid floating mountains around. Closing his eyes for a second while leaning his head back, he mentally prepares for this peace to end when he comes back home. With opening eyes, his breath catches in his throat at the sight before him.

8 Ikrans, all in a variety of colors, flies just left above them, flying in a distinct, formation. With an open mouth, Lo'ak gawks at the sight in front of him, having to make a conscious effort to close his mouth, least he wants something fly into it. With a titled head, he he squints at the sight, attempting to make sense of what he was seeing.

After carefully peering at the Ikrans, he realizes that it isn't the Ikrans that is causing his sudden heart spike and confusion, it is the way the riding Navi the Ikrans are dressed. Wraps of colorful fabric cover them, unlike the clothes adorned from his clan.

Without taking his eyes off the unfamiliar flock in his sights, he reaches for the throat comm, pressing two fingers to the button on the side.

"Devil dog, I have my sights on some Ikran riders."

"Send your traffic."

"It looks like Navi, but they aren't dressed like anything I've seen before. And they seem to be heading to Home Tree."

"Copy, do not engage. Get home as soon a possible, no interacting."

"Copy that Sir."

"I mean it boy, no fucking around."

With a roll of his eyes,  Lo'ak urges his Ikran to fly faster,  as the group above seem to have moved expertly through floating rocks, moving as one unit, leaving Lo'ak and his carriage behind. Having set his mind to the task, Lo'ak locks eyes on his unknown enemy, causing Spider to sputter out curses, in the attempt to hold on.

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Home Tree has always seemed to have a certain buzz to it, with all it's inhabitants busy with village life, doing what it expected to help aid the clan having a sustainable life. Excusing himself from the hunter's party, leaving his subordinates with the task of cleaning and appropriately readying the day's kill for the cooks, Neteyam seeks out his father to report the day's happenings when a sudden comotion causes the clan to become on uproar.

Attempting to make sense of what was going on, Neteyam frantically looks around, trying his hardest to find the source that started the sudden defenses.

"Outsiders!"

"They're at the check points!"

Wide eyed and erect ears, Neteyam tries in the gentlest of ways to make his way through the crowd. Knowing it was of no use to radio his father, at least with the yells from around, all he could do was make his way to the front of the crowd, knowing where the choas orginated,  his father was already there to contain it.

Swinging his bow over his shoulder, he makes way through the crowd, being internally grateful that being the Olo'eyktan's first son made the clan members aware of just who was bypassing them, almost opening a way for him to make his way through the ground level of Home Tree. After passing by higher level Navi in the clan, the sea of bodies opens up to a sight that instantly puts him on guard.

8 Ikrans. 8 Ikrans that  land side by side in the clearing. The animals are restless, screaming and screeching in their language, shifting   around on the ground, irritated by the warriors that surround them, sharp spears and bows drawn. Warriors cry, with mother's clutching onto children that seem to be overly curious at the sight in front of them.

Keeping his eyes on the sight in front of him, with him slowly circling his way to the front, Neteyam was so focused on the unknown sight that he almost missed the sight of his baby brother hastily landing his Ikran a ways away, only to fall face first into the ground due to his uncoordinated pace of trying to get off the beast. With a minute shake of his head, he refocused on the intruders, catching the sight of his fathers back making way, with his mother only a few paces behind. Following in line with his parents, he swiftly takes his bow off, hand reaching for the arrow on his person, absently mindlessly notching the arrow, muscles tense.

With a raised hand, the clan leader calms the uproar cries of the clan, all falling silent, only for whispers to muttered, in respect of the chief's orders. With a glance to the crowd forming around, the leader makes way around the warriors, stopping in the middle of the odd dressed intruders still perched on their rides. With each step closer, the whispers die down, anticipation rising in the air, almost suffocating.

"State your business!"

With the roar only a seasoned leader possessed, it seamed as if it had gotten impossible quieter, with clan moving restless against one another, intently watching for the intruders next move.

With slow, but sure movement, the rider situated towards the middle made movement to descent off the Ikran. Moving with grace that isn't known in such a tense situation, the small form touches down. Clothed with colorful wraps around head, face, and body, with only the ability the see into the intruders eyes through the riders mask, the unknown figure makes way to the leader, in calm, sure footed steps, raising a hand to take off the riders mask.

With unblocked eyes, Jake Sully allows himself to survey the figure in front of him. Keeping mind of his mates hand on his shoulder, he notices a distinct feature on the figure, that while it may put his clan in an defensive state of mind, only cause curiosity to bloom in his chest. Instead of the normal Navi feature of only having 3 fingers, the Navi in front possess the same amount that him and two of his children have. With gears turning in his head, he comes back to present day with said figure gestures their fingertips from their forehead down, signing 'I see you'.

Straightening their back, the figure locks eyes on the clan lead, and with a voice clear in the Navi Language, "I see you, Jake Sully. I apologize for the intrusion, but there are matters that I must speak with you on."

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With a mind and body that seems on autopilot, almost as if he is having an out of body experience, Neteyam brings up the back of the group of foreigners, watching as the strange Navi follow almost single file after his dad, with a couple of them clustered together, limbs clenched together as much as the cloth around the bodies allow. Doing his best to keep a close eye, he ignores the stares and whispers of the passing clan members. Due to his height, which almost passes his father at this point, Neteyam adjust his eyes to look further, able to spot his father leading the group to the large meeting tent, mostly used to gather warriors and to hold meetings. He spots his mother walking tensely by his father, muscles tight and an aura that would let anyone know of her mood.

Walking in almost a daydream like state, a hand clamped down on his shoulder, ripping him from his inner observations. Turning to look at the offender, Neteyam could only shake his head at the sight of his younger brother.

"Bro what the fuck is going on?!" Lo'ak tried as best as possible to keep his volume under control, he did, but when one of the foreigners ears swiveled their way, Neteyam was aware that their conversation was not a quiet as his brother believed, regardless with it being in English.

"You know as much as I do, and still you ask this question? Learn to watch before you speak and you will understand much sooner baby brother." Neteyam hissed back, only giving a spare glance at the human that tried his best to keep up with the longer legged Navi.

Slipping his hand off his brother's shoulder, Lo'ak resigned himself to walk behind Neteyam, knowing that while he may sound rude, he was right in the lack of knowledge.

Coming up on the Warrior's tent, the flap was opened, with his father gesturing the inside. A fire was lit in the middle, casting a more ominous glow. Looking around, Neteyam noticed a handful of his fathers warriors inside, weapons drawn tight in their hands, outline the edge of the tent, barely noticing the glare his father sent to his brother, with the promise of punishment if he acted out of turn. The flap was then closed, closing off the rest of the village, leaving his parents, Lo'ak, and warriors surrounding them, as the foreigners huddled together, kneeling down on the ground, with what it seemed to have their legs tucked under their body.

The one that had spoke with his father prior sat on the front, the rest nestled behind, all stilled wrapped in clothes, with a few holding tight as if the wrap was a form of protection, instead of privacy. With his father turning to look at the group, absentmindedly paying attention to his mother pacing with agitation behind, he takes a last glance and addresses the group.

"Who are you, and where are you from?" Jake spoke in Navi, voice unwavering despite the tension around. After a passing second from the group, the figure in front makes the move to first remove the wrap around their head, causing the cloth from her nose down to fall, revealing their face. Neteyam's eyes widen, not realizing that the cause of so much commotion in his clan, was actually the most stunning woman he has ever seen. Roaming his eyes, he took in every feature.

She had long dark hair, way longer than the women in his clan kept theirs, with half her hair up, secured by what seemed to be a tie with crystals on it. Looking through the hair that framed her face,  he took in her facial features, noticing bright eyes rimmed with black, down to her nose, with a half crescent object hanging from her nose. Her ears were pierced in a similar fashion to his mothers, with feathers looped through and hanging through them. Her neck was adorned with a neck piece, though it was not in a similar fashion found in his clan. It was adorned with crystals, their reflections bouncing from the light caused by the flickering fire in front. His eyes caught the hair above her eyes, similar in the way he has seen on his dad, brother or sisters face. High cheekbones framed and shaped her face, leading to a relaxed facial expression, as if she was unaffected by today's turn of events.

While lost in his thoughts, he was seemingly broken out of his spell when she opened her mouth.

"While I understand the reason for warriors to be present, I do believe this conversation would be best handled with as much privacy as possible."

Everyone in the room froze.

Not for the words actually spoken, but for the language she replied in.

"How the fuck does she know English?"

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Well there’s part one! Hopefully you guys like it! I will try my best to attempt to keep everything organized, but Imma be honest, idk how to tf to put stuff together when it comes to links lol. Once again, there will be eventual smut, just gotta set the mood lmfao. Thank you so everyone that took the time to read! Also if you ever curious about the OC characters and how the family dynamics works, hopefully this guide helps lol.

***Kani*** 

19

Youngest Daughter

Kekunan Clan

***Heatey***

22

Oldest brother

Mate: Tal'i (22)

Kekunan Clan

***Naya'il***

21

Older sister

Mate: Tsuten (21)

Kekunan Clan

***Zernem***

20

Youngest brother

Kekunan Clan

***Mai***

18

Best friend

Kekunan Clan

***Zute***

13

Mai's younger brother

Kekunan Clan

_____Other Characters____

Neteyam- 19

Lo'ak-18

Kiri-18

Tuk-13

Hopefully that answers everything!

[morning-softness]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks to @crit20lesbian for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

Eighteen

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

166,316 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Magnus Archives

4. What are your top five fics by kudos

Netflix and Chill- (TMA, JonTim, 3k, Precanon) Tim and Jon watch Netflix and chill. They do not have sex.

Love, Or Whatever You Call It - (TMA, JonMartin, 20.5k, No Age of the Beholding AU) After Jonah's ritual fails, severing Jon's connection to the Beholding, Jon and Martin try to put the pieces of their lives back together. Adjusting to normal life again after everything is hard, and exploring their new relationship is even harder, especially as Martin realizes he might be aro-spec.

Archive Shenanigans - (TMA, Gen fic, 1k, Season 1) All the assistants are the hot assistant, or Tim says Hot Martin Rights and Hot Sasha Rights and even Hot Jon Rights.

Are You Calling Me ‘Darling’? - (TMA, JonMartin, 2.5k, No Age of the Beholding AU) Jon likes it when people call Martin his boyfriend. Martin…doesn’t.

Here Might You Bless Me - (TMA, JonMartin, 4k, Safehouse Era fic) Martin’s changed after Jon pulls him out of The Lonely, and he’s sure that Jon won’t want to stick around once he figures that out. After all, it turns out Jon has a lot of love to give, and who would want to waste their love on someone who can’t return it? Jon convinces him he’s not going anywhere.

Note: Most of these fics are in my top 6 for hits as well as kudos, but I was really surprised to see Archive Shenanigans make the list. It was the first TMA fic I published, 1k of pure unpolished fluff and comedy, but for whatever reason it has a much higher kudos to hits ratio compared to my more-read fic.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do my best to respond to them, because I want people to know that I read and treasure all of their comments. Sometimes it takes a while though, because I want to give a thoughtful response.

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

Can’t Have You, Even As An Enemy. It’s a fic where Jon and Tim share a hotel room on the eve of the Unknowing, and talk about (or mostly talk around) their issues. The angst is that it’s written with the intention of being canon compliant, which means that Tim will still die in the explosion, and the best that can be hoped for is that this conversation will give Jon a bit more closure.

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

I write mainly hurt/comfort, so most of my fic has a happy—or at least hopeful—ending. The happiest might be Can’t We Just Wait Together? (Or Five Times Jon and Tim Didn’t Have a First Date, and One Time They Did), since it’s a 5+1 fic where the final chapter is entirely fluff of Jon and Tim going on a date together.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No. I have comment moderation on just in case, though.

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

No. Not yet, anyway. Funnily enough, my fic with the highest number of kudos is about Jon and Tim not having sex.

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

No. The closest might be Listen to the Voice that Told Me where I borrowed the obedience curse mechanics from the book Ella Enchanted, but it’s not really a crossover of the world or characters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I do have a few that were podficced, though.

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

No. I tried, but we only got one chapter in before life got in the way. Maybe someday…

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Jon and Martin, followed by Jon and Tim.

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

I have a Melanie-pov AU where she joins the Archives in Season 2 after she realizes something is wrong with Sasha. I wanted to write it as a choose-your-path style story, because I think it’s easy in hindsight to say decisions characters made were wrong, but a lot harder to decide what the right decision would have been, so I wanted to explore a lot of different ways the characters could have messed up with Melanie added to the mix (and maybe a few ways things could have worked out better). I don’t want to say it will never happen, but it’s a big and complicated project so it definitely won’t happen anytime soon.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve had several comments from readers attesting that I’m good at conveying emotion—particularly negative emotions—in a way that feels real and relatable. I’ve also been told that I do a good job portraying character dynamics.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

My biggest problem is that since my writing is really emotions-based, once I’ve hit the emotional high points, it’s no longer interesting to me. Which means with longer fic it’s a struggle for me to actually continue through the falling action to the denouement instead of just stopping right after the climax. (I’ve had two getting-together fics now where I initially wanted to end right after the love-confession scene and had to be convinced by my Beta reader that readers would probably want to see at least a scene or two of the characters actually being together now.)

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

I usually don’t. I definitely think it can add another layer to characterization, so I’d like to where it makes sense for the characters, but I think it needs to be done carefully so that 1. The dialogue sounds natural for native speakers of the language and 2. People who don’t speak the language can grasp the overall meaning of the exchange through context.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Magnus Archives

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Since I’d like to think my writing skill is consistently improving, my favorite fic is always whichever I’ve most recently completed. That said, I have a soft spot for Here Might You Bless Me, which made the Top 5 Kudos list above. It’s a JonMartin safehouse fic I wrote back in December 2020, where Jon reassures Martin that he is loved even if he can’t return the feeling in the same way. (And Jon uses one of my favorite Edna St. Vincent Millay poems to do so, because I wrote this before I got to Episode 165 and found out that Jon apparently disliked poetry in general, and not just Keats.)

Tagging @three-magpies-in-a-trenchcoat, @rookfeatherrambles, @chrisis-averted, @wordsintimeandspace, @suttttton, if you’d like!

[khalaris]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Ooh lots of fun questions, thank you @justhugsplz for tagging me <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

61,430 which is absolutely mind-boggling to me. And of those about 45k are Tatort Wien. Which I started writing exactly one year ago. For comparison, I've been writing fanfic for over 20 years and until I fell into Tatort fandom in 2021 I'd posted less than 3k in total.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Exclusively Tatort Wien at the moment. If I ever manage to peek my head out of that particular rabbit hole, I might get back to some Münster WIPs. Not in the near future, though :D

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Aufgeben -> Der Anruf -> Die Welt in unseren Händen -> Bordsteingespräche -> Loslassen

Haha, Tatort Münster with a little sprinkle of Wien. I don't usually sort by kudos, so it's a bit surprising to see Die Welt in unseren Händen rank so high. Well, high in a range between 75 and 34. That's just how it is in small fandoms :D

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

Yes, always. Sometimes it takes a while to get to it. But I always want to take the time and energy to write a proper response, because a) if someone else took the time and energy to tell me how they feel about my story, the least I can do is tell them how much I appreciate them commenting. and b) A comment always feels like the start of a conversation to me. I remember the long comment/discussion threads under fanfic on Livejournal and I miss the community of that. Nowadays it often feels like there's this growing gulf between author and reader, probably because of the current content creator/consumer culture that does little to invite equality or discussion.

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

Silence, a Torchwood CoE fic about John Frobisher's last moments.

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

Bordsteingespräche. I'm really proud of how everything came together in the end in that one :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope, thankfully never.

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

If you'd asked me that a month ago, I would have said no. But recently I kind of got over my terminal embarrassment at even trying to write anything smutty. I haven't posted anything yet, but there's several fics/chapters in the works. Tbh I don't find vanilla sex interesting and most of the usual kinks in fanfic are either squicks or a snooze-fest to me. The stuff that I am writing is either weirdly specific kink or just downright unsexy (which my characters are having a frankly outrageous amount of fun with atm, bless them).

I'm a bit hesitant to put any real smut in a fic that isn't actually primarily about the smut. I fear enough people might be put off by that, so hardly anyone would end up reading it then. Bit of a stupid fear to have, perhaps, but still...

(Yes, I know, I should just get over it and simply write and post whatever the hell I want 😅)

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

I've had a lot of crossover ideas over the years, but the only thing I've ever written was an MCU/Agents of Shield thingie I hacked out during NaNoWriMo a couple of years ago. Let's be honest, that combination is the least crazy crossover of all time and hardly counts as a crossover at all. Like 99% of the stuff I've ever written during NaNo, it's completely horrible, unfinished and should never see the light of day again.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've translated Bordsteingespräche myself, but was very unhappy with the result, which is why it's unavailable at the moment. It's going to get reworked at some point.

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

Many many years ago, when the world was still young and some of you not yet born 😂, the lovely @hope-calaris and I cooked up a tentative plot for a rather ambitious Star Trek: Voyager fanfic. We didn't end up writing that one, but later co-wrote a CSI: Miami one with someone else iirc and I believe there might have been a 4400 (?) fic, also. Due to depression, my memory of that time is hazy at best, though, so it's possible that I'm missing or misremembering things there.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Didn't expect this question to be so difficult to answer, but is kinda is... 🙈 I guess any combination of my 3 Tatort Wien blorbos. Apart from that, Boerne/Thiel and Stephen Strange/Tony Stark are ships I can always come back to.

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

The aforementioned MCU/AoS time-travel epic.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, especially banter-y dialogue. And editing sentences/paragraphs for maximum impact (when I take the time to do it)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action. What characters are doing, how they're moving, getting them from A to B and so on. Ugh.

External conflict. I despise conflict in real life and find it extremely difficult to write. You won't find an antagonist in any of my current stories or wips. And when I do write conflict between characters, that's always rooted in their internal conflicts and mostly the result of them not communicating properly.

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

It's very hard to do right. Translations in footnotes are annoying and leave me confused while reading. Translations in brackets behind the dialogue also annoying and missing the point of having different-language dialogue in the first place. It can be good when the author puts enough context there that you can get the gist of what is being said without needing an actual translation.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

X-Files. There's probably some 23-year old notebooks in the back of a drawer somewhere at my mom's house that have fanfic snippets mixed with homework assignments.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Oof, that's another difficult one. I have several that are favourites for different reasons.

Bordsteingespräche for the sheer joy and ease with which it was written.

Kaputt for how much of my heart and soul I'm putting into it.

Die Welt in unseren Händen, because after twenty years of trying and failing I am now finally writing an epic long-form multi-chapter fanfic and I have so many plans and ideas for it. I cannot put into words just how wild that is. And I simply adore this version of my favourite characters.

No-pressure tagging @carlomenzinger, @kathastrophen and @all-my-worlds-a-stage if you want to :)

[enbyhoshi]

ao3 wrapped 2022

i tried doing this on twt and i accidentally closed the tab and i lost all of it so. tumblr it is!

before i start: i wrote 7 fics in 2022 (total of 72.5k words), 5 of which were posted during the first half of the year. at one point i was writing 3 fics at the same time which was Insane and i still can't believe i managed to finish all 3 of them in time. wow. anyways let's dive into it!

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1. sweet like honey

fem soonwoo, 21k, M, 3/4 of the 'girls like girls (like boys do)' series

my girls.... i miss writing them so much. i truly wasn't planning on letting this fic spiral into the 21k words monster that it came out to - it was supposed to just be the scene where ww calls sy her gf (D-364) - but i don't regret it at all! they deserved their happy ending considering the angst i put them through lol. this was also the first time i wrote smut and it was an Experience

favorite part:

Someone calls Wonwoo’s name and they both come back to reality, turning back to their friends when Soonyoung realises two things, almost at the same time: 1) Minghao and Wonwoo don’t know each other, and 2) none of their friends know about what happened last night. None of them know about Soonyoung and Wonwoo, whatever they are — oh, hey, another thing to add on to the list of realisations kwon Soonyoung has at a busy dance hall post-performance: 3) she hasn’t asked Wonwoo to be her girlfriend yet.

2. baby, be my weekend

soonwoo, 22k, M, idol!wonwoo bodyguard!hoshi

el called this one of my best works in their comment and it has stuck with me since i read it. i had so much writing this fic i truly loved it so much!!! i also didn't expect the amount of love and attention it got ksdjghsdk i just wrote a silly little prompt me and my friend came up with! wow. sorry i don't have a lot to say for this if i loved it less i'd be able to talk about it more etc etc

favorite part:

The noise is getting louder though, heavy like someone is continuously stomping, and it sounds like it’s coming from- “Wonwoo!” He freezes in his tracks. He knows that voice. “Wonwoo! Wait!” It feels like it’s happening in slow motion: Wonwoo turns around, his heart at his throat, only to see Soonyoung running out of his apartment building still in the same clothes as ten minutes ago, getting drenched as he does. It doesn’t deter him from running towards Wonwoo, though, and Wonwoo doesn’t know what’s happening until Soonyoung grabs his face and kisses him harder than he ever has, pouring every single bit of his emotions into it. Wonwoo can’t do anything but kiss him back, pulling him as close as he can, wanting to feel nothing but Soonyoung’s body on his.

3. 노래해 (‘bout you)

fem soonhoon, 3k, G, university au i guess

GIRLS!!!!! this fic was so spontaneous i was thinking about how there's literally no fem soonhoon fics so i decided to take matters into my own hands hehe. i truly wrote this in two days just in time for pride month which is insane considering i was writing both my 1d fest fic AND my 96z fest fic at that time. what was i thinking.

favorite part:

“Remember that time when Jihoon-unnie talked about anime for six hours straight?” Seokmin says, lifting her head up from Seungkwan’s lap. “That’s probably the most I’ve heard her talk in one sitting.” “I was doing a ranking,” Jihoon says in an attempt to defend herself. “That no one asked you to do, by the way,” Seungkwan says. “You’re lucky Wonwoo-unnie and Jisoo-unnie are just as big weebs as you are.” “Uh, who’s the one between us who started playing volleyball just because of Haikyuu?” Jisoo raises her eyebrow at Seungkwan, who shuts her mouth and goes back to braiding Seokmin’s hair. “That’s what I thought.” Jisoo says, satisfied, and goes back to her bracelet.

4. still feel the same (and you will too)

soonwoo (+ others), 10k, G, wedding au

my 1d fest fic! probably my favorite fic i've written this year. i have a soft spot for kid fics and i have always wanted to write one so i'm so happy i got to fulfill that with this fest! i hadn't written babies before so i did a looot of research to make it as realistic as possible and it seems to have paid off lol. i still remember crying when i wrote the ceremony part (I’d marry you again if I could. I’d do it all over again. Just for you.) and the part where soonwoo dance (He looks at thirty-year-old Wonwoo now, older and wiser and the father of his child, the love of his life — and he thinks about how he doesn’t regret saying yes, not one bit.) also rule 63 is just so fun hehe

favorite part (i already mentioned my favs so i chose a different one lol):

“You say that but it’s gonna pass in the blink of an eye.” Soonyoung says. “One day you’re scrolling through the baby-cribs section at IKEA and the next you’re holding a whole newborn in your arms. Crazy how life works sometimes.” Minghao blinks at him. “Please tell me you didn’t get Byeol’s baby-crib from IKEA.” “I talked him out of it, don’t worry.” Wonwoo reassures her. Minghao lets out a heavy sigh of relief.

5. knock, knock, knock on my door

96z, 10k, T, uh. first time meeting?? strangers to lovers??? idk

my 96z fest fic! this fic went through a lot LOL. i changed the plot a million times because i was unsatisfied with it each time and at some point considered making it two parts so the Big Reveal would be a different chapter but it just didn't feel right. also i only considered it because i wasn't sure if i was gonna finish the fic in time LMAO. this fic is yet another self indulgent fic because like hoshi i have friends but none of them know each other and it makes bday plans so much harder... if only they could fall in love with each other and make it easier for me

favorite part:

“What are you thinking about?” What isn’t he thinking about. Their entire conversation. Jihoon’s words. Junhui’s words. Junhui’s smile and the way his entire face lights up with it. The way Jihoon starts blushing from his ears. Soonyoung kissing them goodnight. Soonyoung’s glossy eyes when Wonwoo sang for him at karaoke. He blurts out before he can think too much about it. “I like you.” Soonyoung opens his eyes and stares at him like he’s dumb. “I know. I like you too, Wonwoo-yah.” he says, easy as ever. “No, you don’t understand- I like you.” Wonwoo insists. “Like, I’m in love with you, I think.” Soonyoung continues to stare at him like he’s dumb. “I know. I like you too, Wonwoo-yah.” he says again.

6. pink where it's deepest inside

fem soonwoo, 3.5k, E, t4t pwp (also 4/4 of the 'girls like girls (like boys do)' series)

oooh boy. originally i started writing this right after i posted sweet like honey but i never finished it because i was too embarassed dfghdfg. right after i posted my 96z fic i fell into deep writer's block and i couldn't write ANYTHING but i knew i wanted to do smth special for the anniversary of this series and i thought well. might as well finish this i guess. huge thank you to el for betaing if it weren't for her this would've never seen the light of day god bless

favorite part:

Unable to wait any longer, she pushes Wonwoo off her a bit to take off her skirt and underwear when Wonwoo’s hands stop her. “Wait,” she says, looking into Soonyoung’s eyes, bashful all the sudden. “Keep the skirt on for me... please?” Well. What is Soonyoung supposed to do? Say no?

7. from luck to fate

soonwoo, 1k, G, pre-slash from the bodyguard au

i wrote this as a writing exercise to kind of get out of my writer's block for a bit and it turned out better than i expected so i was like you know what. i'll post it! i kinda wish it was longer but i think it's also perfect the way it is. also i loved writing seokmin he didn't appear that much in baby, be my weekend so it was fun to include him in this and show how it all started!

favorite part:

The guy Seokmin was talking to before, with the weird hair and striped sweater, holds a microphone in his hands, standing in the middle of the stage as he waits for his song to start. Soonyoung assumes that he must be a soloist or something. Probably a rookie too, if he didn’t recognise him. Or maybe he’s just unpopular. It wouldn’t be surprising.

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wow. that's a lot of fics isn't it! i can't promise how much i'll write or what i'll write in general in 2023 because i still haven't quite found my footing again but hopefully that'll change with the new year :) thank you for reading so far 💕

[kaz3313]

20 question writer meme!! Tagged by @jaggededges123

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

I have 122!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

239,332. :D a lot more then I thought!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So I’m a “i write what I fancy” BUT my top fandoms I’ve written for are MDZS,Nope, Good Omens, and Danganronpa (if combined all my fics of each series together). My current fandom I’m writing for is Team Fortress Two where I have too many wips 😂

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Kidnapped? Rescued? Lies or Truth? - Svsss, 500 on the dot, Shen Jiu/Tianlang-Jun, Not rated

Can Peacocks Swim? - MDZS, under 1k, Jin Zixuan/Wei Wuxian, Teen

Talk Dirty To Me (In that Unnatural Voice of Your’s)- Scream, under 1k, Billy/Stu, Mature

Crowley is a very bad demon who does terrible things. Like take care of a bunch of orphans. - Good Omens, 3k, Teen

A Mark Without Pain- TGCF, under 1k, Qi Rong/Lang Qianqiu, Mature

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

Almost always! Unless a comment makes me uncomfortable I try to respond to everything! Ive recently got some “more” comments that I haven’t but even comments that are just emojis i respond to. I love comments and love reading them so I try to get across to people I really appreciate them ☺️

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

I remember you… Do you remember me? ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/36298375 ) I had a whole 2022 Whumptober yet I think this one takes the cake on angst. So angsty I had to write an alternate less angsty ending 😂

7. What is a fic you wrote with the happiest of endings?

A New Beginning (https://archiveofourown.org/works/37391902 )

So I’m taking this as something that has angst but a happy conclusion - and I feel this fic is one of those.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Surprisingly no? I’ve gotten a few comments that are kinda iffy but most comments are very sweet!

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

Lots of smut- so much in fact most of its in my Works in Progress 😭 I’m so terrible at finishing smut but I usually go with darker themes ☺️

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

Oh!! Their all in my wips 😭 I did start making a Mdzs/Nope crossover which would probably be my strangest if I ever finished it up

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope, but one time one of my aus I made with a friend got stolen! But that’s s story for another time

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Unfortunately I don’t have the link of the translation but my fic Pocky got translated into Russian ! (https://archiveofourown.org/works/27507364)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before

Nope

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Statistically speaking- if going by number of fics- Aziraphale/Crowley. However, I have to say an all time fav would be Jessie/James (Pokémon) a ship I’ve never read nor wrote for. Just one of those childhood nostalgia ones.

15. What’s a wip you want to finsih but probably never will?

All of them 😭 In all serious though I’m terrible with long fics and while I have grand ideas it’s hard for me to stick through them. My Danganronpa/TGCF AU will forever be in my heart (and full planned on a discord server) but will likely never see any light of day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told my dialogue flows well and that I have a good hold on how people would react.

17. Writing weaknesses?

… Smut? I feel I’m slow on making it because I overthink it.

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

Oh!! I’ve done this!! It’s fun and also terrible. I feel I’m getting translations wrong but I do my best. I did once try to write a whole fic in another language— unfortunately that fic is lost to time.

19. First Fandom I wrote For?

On ao3 Rick and Morty. On amino, though, I wrote for Undertale first. And my first fics were mini comics I made at home for Pokémon.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

The Inter(Viewers) ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/40985745/chapters/102715464)

It’s the longest finished fic of mine and I’m really proud of that fact! I put a lot into it and it has some of my favorite scenes.

Tags: I’m sorry I don’t know who to tag- please my fellow writers jump on this if you want to do this!

[stargatelov3r]

For ao3 wrapped - all of them! Because it's fun to do 🙂

thank you so so much! *draws up my ao3 page*

ao3 wrapped [writers edition]

How many words have you written this year?

25,389

How many works did you publish this year?

17!!! (whaaat???)

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

it's a tie between An Unexpected Party (teylabeth) because it's my longest fic yet (i honestly didn't know i could write more than 3k but this one is over 6k!) and Finally (plant couple) because I think it's one the works where i got the characterization just right!

What work of yours has the most hits?

Kiss me better (MSR)

i completely forgot that i wrote for msr this year but i think this was one of the fics that i wrote at another time and then just polished and eventually published it :) it got 640 hits o.0 (which is understandable given the fact that msr is a huuuuuge ship)

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

umm... every work that got feedback was more than i expected! especially for the rarepairs (which is most of what i write). the plant couple community was amazing! so to answer this question i'm gonna name Not Just Any Plant which is my first plant couple fic i wrote and which was so lovely received by the small community, but also Finally (also plant couple) and What Happens on the Mainland... (teylabeth drabble collection)

Favorite title you used

"Where Do I Begin"

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

for this year it was Shirley Bassey with "(Where Do I Begin) Love Story" but in general all kinds of artist inspire me, that's why i have a playlist called "one day i will write fanfics to these songs"

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Teylabeth! I wrote a bunch of drabbles for them but i think also in terms of words i wrote most for them! *checks stats* okay actually i wrote most works (10!!) for teylabeth but i wrote about 1000 more words for plant couple (plant couple are T'Rina/Saru from Star Trek Discovery btw)

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

I think plant couple again? I feel like i'm really able to capture their characters and it's easier to write them than e.g. teylabeth, who i looove, but i think i don't have a real grasp on Teyla (yet)

also plant couple are just so soft and stupidly in love and SOFT i cannot... as a fluff writer they are just perfect

What work was the quickest to write?

hm, that's probably one of the drabbles, they don't take much time for me

What work took you the longest to write?

i think that was "Finally". I used to write fics very quickly and edit them and then post or i would forget about them. but with finally i took my time and really wrecked my brain and rewrote a lot of stuff until i was content with it :) maybe another reason why i am most proud of it, because i had the strength and will to finish it

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

I honestly don't know bc as i said i forget about a lot of my fics and never return to them so i don't really count them as WIPs, as for those i still want to finish/work on... maybe five?

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

a few teylabeth ones, one samjack one that spawed from a 5 hour phone call with a friend, and a J/C smut one

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

"Fluff" followed by "Drabble"

Your favorite character to write this year?

I think it was T'Rina from Star Trek Discovery <3 i loved to explore her vulcan-ness struggling with feeling feelings <3

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

I think it was Teyla, as i mentioned before i sometimes feel like i haven't quite gotten a grasp on her

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

I want to continue to write for Plant Couple, maybe something else than fluff ;) also i want to continue to write for Teylabeth and maybe come back to SamJack and JC. I also would looove do explore some other f/f ships, maybe even someone (cough vanessa x chloe cough) from SGU (i suck at giving straight answers. it's a trait i got from my dad)

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

ahahahaha people reread their own works??? jk, but i seriously do not reread a lot of my fics. i think i reread one of my plant couple fics once... no i'm not kidding, and i'm not sure which one it was. I did feel like i read Finally a lot of times but that's because i was editing it for so long

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

210! whooooot! yall are champions <3

Which work has the most comments?

"Not Just Any Plant" (plant couple)

Did you write any gifts this year?

I did! I wrote Tuttleroot Soup for you, @whiskayjack, and Nightmares for @kira-nerys-rocks and cleverlycrusher

Did you receive any gifts this year?

also yes! and i want to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of the gift givers!

i got one of my fics (Stargazing) podfic-ed by the amazing @itstartedwithalex

I also got "Like Friends, They Cover Me" by @kira-nerys-rocks

and I also want to add Stardust by falcon_writes even though i got it in 2023!

thank you so so much yall!

What’s your most common category?

f/f <3

What do you listen to while writing?

Sometimes i listen to the song that inspired me to the fic, or one of my ship playlists, or just generally the music i'm listening to atm. but i usually do have some music on

I didn't answre all but most of them! this was a fun thing to do this evening :) thank you again for the ask :)

[bittercape]

2022 fanworks roundup

For a year where I, by all appearences, did nothing at all for the first half, quite a lot happened.

ART

I painted Bucky and Clint as pirates for the Winterhawk AU Bang, and was claimed by two amazing writers. The resulting fics are from the water thrown, discarded by veryrach and free as the wind that blows past me by flowerparrish, and they're both amazing <3

For the Winterhawk Big Bang, I made art for Hold Your Nerve by Inktastic1711 and for don’t care what you did (as long as you love me) by veryrach.

For the Rusty Quill Big Bang, I made art for The Haunting of Elias Bouchard by With_the_Wolves

FIC

I would have tried to sort this into fandoms or ships, but honestly they do get a little bit mixed up. So, chronologically:

Boris the Soviet Love Hammer

Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton, 11k, explicit

For the Winterhawk Big Bang I wrote a shenanigans-filled adventure featuring my favourite things to write: Competent Clint, Thirsty Bucky and Helpful Tony. Hopefully, one day, someone will see fit to draw mermicorn Clint like the world deserves. This fic is blessed with art from amoredition.

of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them

Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Jason Todd, 7k at 19/31 chapters, mature for violence

For whumptober, I haven't yet managed to finish Bucky, Clint and Jason's no good very bad day. Now that kinkmas is over (more on that later) I will hopefully have time to do it.

Raps at my window, waits at the gate

Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, 2865 words, explicit

At this point I had fallen into the DC hole courtesy of Jason Todd (new blorbo!) and the magnificent fic Give Thanks To Broken Bones by thepartyresponsible, who is one of the most brilliant writers out there and I recommend everything they've ever written. After this brief flailing break: My first adventure in DC features new OTP Jason Todd/Slade Wilson (because I absolutely cannot resist a grumpy old bastard) and my favourite type of Tim Drake, the slightly unhinged version. Regular readers might be able to see a pattern here.

What Spring Does With the Cherry Trees

Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton, 32k, explicit

The Winterhawk Olympic Big Bang made me finish this, which has been in progress for more than a year and the is the longest thing I've ever written. This is a bit different from my usual pace - it's a slow story that lets Clint and Bucky take their time to grow closer and fall in love. For this story I was lucky enough to collaborate with three artists: Dr. Girlfriend, VexedBeverage, and Call-Me-Kayyyyy. All their works are embedded in the story.

Baguettes At Dawn

Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton, 45k, explicit

Another labour of love on which veryrach and I have been collaborating on since February. It's a silly and fun bakery AU, spawned from a single pun I brutally eradicated from Rach's soft & delicate desires; hopefully, close to 45k of sourdough and madeleines later, the slaughter of a single pun was worth it.

American Thighs

Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton, 3k, teen and up

For the Winterhawk Wonderland Exchange, I got back on my bullshit and wrote fake dating, a meat market of a christmas party, and a devious Natasha.

For the Batfam Kinkmas Exchange I wrote a whole pile of works. That's what happens with new blorbos, I'm told.

The Seduction of Jason Todd

Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, 3565 words, explicit

Truth be told, I struggled a lot with this. I got my assigment, grasped the wish for fluff&smut like a baby koala, and then I realised fluff does not come naturally to Deathstroke the Terminator. Sincere apologies to the disproportionate amount of friends who had to suffer through my wailing about this for six weeks; but I do think it was worth it in the end.

Man of Milk and Honey

Michelin Man/Jason Todd, blessedly short at 1k, explicit

I don't know what to say about this. A comment about how the Michelin Man was made of ice cream combined with the prompt and the general vibes in the server planted a seed in my mind and I had no choice but to inflict it on everyone else. You have been warned.

Take Of Me What You Please

Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, 2667 words, explicit

I wanted to write a treat for Jack, who saw me hovering at the edge of the pit, and joyfully dragged me in. Incidentally, I also fullfilled my own Christmas wish, so no vicarious motives here.

Get Me A Taste Of Some Chaos

John Constantine/Jason Todd, 4k, explicit

I could not resist the detailed and varied request, and so we have 5+1 times John Constantine met Jason Todd, featuring swords, tentacles and various magic bullshit.

Get Into Your Slide

Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Jason Todd, 2476 words, explicit

Rach is, for all intents and purposes, my partner in crime, and my main cheerleader, my worst enabler. She deserves the world, but rather than that, I wrote her some porn for Christmas. Or rather, due to scheduling reasons, for New Year's.

Lay This Body Down

Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, 1621 words, explicit

There's a long and involved story about one word prompts and the Birdwatchers server, but the relevant part here is that I signed up for the word Bind at the very end of a long marathon, and decided to combine it with a kinkmas treat. Mostly to push myself to get it done. Shibari and kink discovery.

Total word count, excepting the works on which I am listed as co-creator but haven't written a single word:

117.267

My previous record was 61k in 2020, it's no wonder it feels like a lot this year.

[borahae-777]

The Truth Untold -- Chapter 12: Peaches and Cream, Sweeter Than Sweet

Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook, Yoongi x Jimin

Word Count: Fic in progress, 145k so far. 3k-5k per chapter

Chapter Summary:

“Jimin and I really appreciate everyone’s feedback on our song from last night. It’s one that means a lot to us both. There was something I wanted to say after we played it, but I didn’t get a chance to. I wanted to apologize to you all for the way that I’ve been acting for the last few months. I do the best I can to lead everyone, but I still make mistakes and I’ve made some big ones lately. Jimin, are you okay with me telling everyone?”

“S-sure, hyung.”

“I’ve decided to lift the separation rule for everyone.”

Taehyung feels his breath catch in his throat. This is the last thing he was expecting. It takes all his willpower not to turn to Jungkook sitting on his other side. What is he thinking? Is he reevaluating the song that Taehyung and Yoongi wrote for him? Is he scared? Is he happy? Does he still want him that way or has the imposed distance cut that off at the knees? Does Taehyung even still want more? All of his original fears are still stuck in his head.

Warnings: Eventual Smut, BDSM, 18+, MxM

Yoongi opens his eyes to the bright sun streaming through the windows. He tries to stretch, but feels pinned down. He lifts his head and sees Taehyung’s arm and leg thrown over his body. With a chuckle, he untangles himself and climbs out of bed. Tae always over-snuggles, but not even a freight train could wake him so at least it’s easy to escape.

He grabs everything he’ll need for a shower and sneaks out the door, trying to be as quiet as possible just in case. As he walks down the hall his mind races. He wonders if everyone believed whatever excuse Taehyung had given for his sudden departure. He knows it was rude and won’t help anything, but he couldn’t stomach staying in that room and he never wants anyone else to see his panic attacks. He already struggles with letting himself be vulnerable with Taehyung, the rest of the group added in would only stress him out more. Yoongi is a million miles away when he accidentally runs into someone head-on. He feels a hand settle onto his hip to steady him and freezes, recognizing the soft strength in that warm hand at the same time as the scent of oranges reaches his nose.

Jimin.

“Hyung, be careful! You’ll walk into a wall if you don’t pay attention,” Jimin tries to joke, but Yoongi can see that his heart isn’t in it. He looks pale and drawn, eyes red-rimmed with bags underneath them.

“Uh, yeah, thanks. I’ll keep an eye out,” Yoongi mutters under his breath as he backs away from Jimin and starts to push past him to hurry to the bathroom. Before he can get very far he feels a small hand latch around his wrist.

“Hold on a second. Can we please go somewhere and talk about last night? Please?”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything right away. They stand there in the hall, his back to Jimin and staring at the floor. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to talk about this. He doesn’t know if he can even describe his thoughts and feelings to anyone, let alone Jimin. He certainly can’t tell him about the things he’s been doing lately. He turns to give him an excuse, but when he sees the look in Jimin’s eyes he can’t bring himself to blow him off.

“Sure, let’s go sit in the kitchen. I don’t think anyone else is awake yet.”

As the two make their way down the hallway, neither says a word. Yoongi can feel a slight tremble starting to make its way through his arms and he tries to even out his breathing. Now is not the time for another panic attack, he needs to keep his composure. He can’t help but think about what might be going through Jimin’s mind. He wants answers about that song, but he knows he may not like what he learns.

They walk into the kitchen and Jimin heads for the coffeemaker. Yoongi goes to the cabinet to grab two mugs for them and brings both along with the sugar bowl over to where Jimin is standing with the pot in his hand.

“You…you remembered that I take my coffee with sugar,” Jimin says with wonder in his voice and a wide-eyed look on his face as he pours it for them both.

“Of course I did, Jiminie.”

The two walk over to the kitchen table and sit on opposite sides, silent. The only sound in the room is Jimin’s spoon clinking on the edges of his mug as he stirs. Yoongi is watching his face closely, but he doesn’t look up from his coffee as he starts to speak.

“About the song, I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable. Namjoon and I thought that maybe it would help, that it would be the easiest way to express myself. We had a really great time working on it, it was very cathartic. I’m sure you can understand that, the song you helped Taehyung write was beautiful.”

“Thank you, we worked very hard. I’m sorry that I’ve been taking up so much of his time lately.”

“That’s okay, it was all worth it to see him and Jungkook make up. Being torn between the two of them hasn’t been easy.”

“I can’t imagine. You’re a good friend. I haven’t checked in on Jungkook as much as I should have lately. I’ll set aside some time to hang out with him. How was he last night? I assume he had a lot to process after listening to that song.”

“You’re not dodging the topic that easily. Tell me why you stormed out last night.”

“Aish. Jimin-ah. The song was beautiful. The melody, the lyrics, the vocals. Everything was perfect, though I shouldn’t expect anything less from you and Namjoon. I just don’t understand why he would help you with something like that when he’s the one who wanted to separate us all.”

“Well, there was an announcement that should have gone with the song, but when you ran off I shook my head at Namjoon and kept him from making it.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything else and Yoongi is more confused than ever. He can’t imagine what kind of announcement their leader could have had that matched the breadth of emotion in that song. He waits for Jimin to continue, knowing that pushing isn’t going to get a word out of him any sooner.

“Hyung…Namjoon wants to lift the separation rule.”

Yoongi’s mouth goes dry and he wonders if it’s possible to vomit if there’s nothing in your stomach. Is this good news? Is this bad news? He’s not quite sure. He starts to wring his hands together and looks away from Jimin. He doesn’t know what to feel. Why now? If Namjoon had just made this decision from the start, maybe the past few months wouldn’t have been complete hell. He feels a surge of anger and tries to quell it before it accidentally spills out onto Jimin.

“Why would he do that? Why now? What’s changed?”

“Namjoon and I have been spending a lot of time together lately. He came to me and apologized a while back, he feels incredibly guilty. He helped me write the song to make it up to us. He knows that what he did was wrong and he wants to go to war for the four of us if-if we want him to.” Jimin’s voice cracks just a little and Yoongi looks up at him, concerned. The look on his face makes something inside of him crumble a little.

Yoongi stands up, pushing his chair back and walking over to where Jimin is sitting. He sits in the chair next to him and gathers him into his arms. He feels a shudder run through Jimin’s body and squeezes him tightly. The front of his shirt starts to feel damp and he knows that there must be silent tears running down his face.

“Jimin, I-I don’t know what to say. I loved the song, it was incredible. I appreciate the two of you working on it for me, I really do. No one has ever written music for me before, though I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You know how to speak my language. It just scared me. I don’t think I can give you what you want.”

Jimin’s body stiffens in his arms and pulls away with a harsh jerk. The younger man’s hands fly to his own face to hastily wipe away the tears that had been falling. He takes a big gulp of his coffee and faces forward again, looking away. Yoongi’s heart sinks as he watches Jimin close himself off.

“Of course, hyung. Don’t worry. I figured as much. I just wanted to get it out there. Don’t worry. It’s fine. We’re good. I’m just glad we’re friends again. Don’t worry.”

Yoongi wonders if Jimin realizes he keeps repeating himself. He wants to say something to make him feel better, he knows that things aren’t okay. He can’t think of a single word. They sit there in an awkward silence when voices come crashing down the hall. Everyone else must be up and headed to the kitchen for breakfast. He returns to his seat and his coffee, sitting back down across from Jimin.

I’m an absolute idiot.

********

Taehyung walks into the kitchen chatting with Jin after the two had woken up at the same time. He can hear Namjoon, Hobi, and Jungkook’s voices already and figures they must have just barely beat him there. Jungkook is slicing fruit at the counter while Hobi is making fresh coffee and Namjoon’s face is buried in the fridge. He goes to the cupboard to grab dishes to set the table and sees Yoongi and Jimin sitting across from each other in silence, both staring down into their coffee mugs.

Oh no. How long have they been sitting there alone? This can’t be good.

Taehyung walks over to the table and starts laying plates and chopsticks down in front of each seat. The tension between the two is palpable and he’s unsure of who to go to first. He places a plate in front of Yoongi and doesn’t say anything, but when he places Jimin’s items down he leans in and kisses his forehead.

“Good morning sweetheart. Good morning, Yoongi-hyung.”

Yoongi looks up and grimaces, shaking his head. Taehyung knows something is going on, but doesn’t have the chance to ask because everyone else is filtering in from the kitchen with plates of food. He makes a mental note to check on them both later, but to go to Jimin first. He wants to make up for disappearing with Yoongi last night and knows they’re well overdue for some soulmate time.

Taehyung takes a seat next to Jimin and reaches out to intertwine their fingers. Jimin looks down at their joined hands and then up at Taehyung and gives him one of those signature smiles that are reserved just for him. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy and he squeezes the smaller hand in his own. He feels someone pull out the chair on his other side and turns to see Jungkook sitting down. They exchange bright smiles and Taehyung is about to say something to him when Namjoon interrupts everyone’s chatter from the head of the table next to Jimin.

“Can everyone sit down? I have something I want to talk to everyone about.”

Jimin’s hand suddenly squeezes his hand into a death grip. He looks up to find fear in his friend’s eyes. What could Namjoon have to say that’s making Jimin this nervous? Taehyung tries to send him reassuring looks and puts his other hand to the back of his head to lightly scratch the way he likes.

“Jimin and I really appreciate everyone’s feedback on our song from last night. It’s one that means a lot to us both. There was something I wanted to say after we played it, but I didn’t get a chance to. I wanted to apologize to you all for the way that I’ve been acting for the last few months. I do the best I can to lead everyone, but I still make mistakes and I’ve made some big ones lately. Jimin, are you okay with me telling everyone?”

“S-sure, hyung.”

“I’ve decided to lift the separation rule for everyone.”

Taehyung feels his breath catch in his throat. This is the last thing he was expecting. It takes all his willpower not to turn to Jungkook sitting on his other side. What is he thinking? Is he reevaluating the song that Taehyung and Yoongi wrote for him? Is he scared? Is he happy? Does he still want him that way or has the imposed distance cut that off at the knees? Does Taehyung even still want more? All of his original fears are still stuck in his head.

“I should have never gone along with what Bang wanted. I know he’s thinking of our safety and success, but I’m thinking of our happiness. I had no right to tell anyone that they couldn’t choose love, that they had to try and change the way they felt. I apologized to Jimin a few months ago and we agreed that helping him write his song would be a good start to making this up to everyone. Yoongi-hyung. Taehyung. Jungkook. If there’s anything I can do for you each personally, please don’t hesitate to ask me for it.”

“Hyung…I don’t understand. What about the company? What about the risks?” Jungkook pipes up from behind Taehyung and he can’t help but wonder if that’s a thread of hope he hears in the maknae’s voice.

“Let me worry about the company. I should have fought for you all from the beginning and I’m sorry that I didn’t.”

“It’s okay, we understood. You were put in an impossible position. A position we put you in.”

“Thanks, Kook. You didn’t put me in that position. The company did. I’m going to talk to you all individually too, I just wanted everyone to be kept in the loop. Let’s eat.”

Breakfast continues with everyone chatting quietly to each other. No one seems to be upset with Namjoon and Taehyung finds that he isn’t either. He probably would’ve made the same choice if he’d been in the leader’s shoes. He notices that Yoongi isn’t touching the food that was placed in front of him and starts to worry about what could have happened before the rest of them arrived. He’s going to make sure he finds Yoongi after he talks to Jimin.

He looks over at Jungkook and smiles when he finds him already staring. A smirk flits across the maknae’s face and he stands up with his plate, bringing it to the sink to wash. He walks back to the table and crouches down on Jimin’s other side, whispering something in his ear. A grin spreads across his soulmate’s face as he vigorously nods. He turns and gives Taehyung a kiss on the cheek right before Jungkook walks over and hauls him up by the elbow. He tugs him down the hallway and snickers follow them out of the room.

“Kookie, what’s going on? I wasn’t done eating.”

“Tae, do you trust me?”

Taehyung nods as Jungkook looks back at him for an answer. A devilish grin spreads across Jungkook’s face as he turns and backs him into a wall outside of Taehyung and Namjoon’s room. The look on Jungkook’s face may be the death of him. There’s a mix of fondness and desire fighting each other on the maknae’s face. His hands come up and cup Taehyung’s face as he leans in and presses their lips together.

The crackle of fireworks spreads its way across Taehyung’s skin as he feels the soft fullness of Jungkook’s lips on his. It’s even better than he remembers. It’s been months of trying to force himself to forget this feeling and all his hard work has been undone in thirty seconds. Oh well. He doesn’t care right now. His mouth opens on instinct and when he feels a tongue meet his own, his knees buckle. Jungkook’s strong arms catch him before he slides down the wall.

That strength wrapped around him finally kicks something into gear inside of him. He reaches his hands up and traces Jungkook’s neck, wrapping around the back to press him closer. He feels their hips meet and realizes that they’re both already hard. Everything is moving so fast. Jungkook tears his mouth away and starts kissing down his neck. He can’t control the sound that comes out of him as he feels lips and tongue where the corner of his neck meets his jaw. There is a vibrating growl against the spot and a light press of teeth.

“Kookie, your room. Now.”

Jungkook pulls back and looks at him with a dazed expression. He clears his throat and seems to shake himself out of it when his face lights up with a smile. His arms unwind themselves from around Taehyung and one hand laces their fingers together. They laugh as they drag each other down the hall, stopping every few feet to kiss again. When they reach Jungkook’s door, Taehyung can’t help the nerves running through him. He backs the younger man into the door and kisses him hard, hearing Jungkook’s hand scramble for the doorknob. They fall into the room laughing as the door gives way and they lock it behind them.

********

Jimin and Namjoon are the only two left sitting at the kitchen table. When Jungkook and Taehyung rushed out, Yoongi looked incredibly uncomfortable and stood up to clear his plate before he hurried out of the room. Hobi and Jin have left to get some extra dance practice in so that Jin doesn’t fall behind when they head to Japan. Jimin assumes that Namjoon chose to stay so that they could talk about the announcement. He waits for the leader to break the silence.

“Jiminie, I’m so sorry that I made the announcement without talking to you first. I went to your room this morning to discuss everything, but Hobi said you’d slept with Jungkook again.”

“Yeah, I was distraught last night and Kookie helped me get through it. He also needed to talk about Taehyung and Yoongi’s song, so we were able to process it all together. Clearly Jungkook has sorted through his feelings,” Jimin can’t help but giggle fondly. Jungkook was so cute asking him if it was okay to steal Taehyung for a while. He loves his friends for taking him into account. He knows that he needs some time with his soulmate, but he wants this for them so badly.

“Aish. They didn’t waste any time. I don’t know why I expected anything different. I just really needed to apologize to everyone. Not saying anything while we worked on the song was really difficult. Speaking of the song, are you okay?”

“I don’t know, hyung. He ran. This morning we literally ran into each other and I dragged him to the table so that we could talk it out. I told him that you were lifting the ban on us and he got all flustered and said that he doesn’t think he can give me what I want.”

“I’m so sorry, Jimin-ah. I don’t know why he has to be so stubborn all the time. I know he feels something for you.”

“Even if he does, he doesn’t want to do anything about it. Plus, Hob-ah told me awhile back that he’s been seeing someone pretty regularly. I shouldn’t have assumed that our song was going to be some sort of magic spell that made him hurt someone else for my sake.”

“He’s WHAT?! How is he sneaking that under my radar too? I’m losing my touch, I feel like I never know what’s going on with any of you anymore. I need to be more involved.”

“It’s okay. I want what makes him happy. That obviously isn’t me.”

“Jimin, just give him time. You know that he takes more time to come around than most people. Why don’t you go dance with Hobi and Jin? That always helps you sort out your thoughts.”

“That’s a great idea, hyung. Thank you for always being you.”

Jimin stands up and hugs Namjoon before he leaves the room and walks down the hallway. Dancing will help. He stops in his room to change and the bathroom to wash up before leaving the dorm. A car takes him to the company and the entire way he wonders if that’s where Yoongi ran off to, hiding himself in Genius Lab. When he arrives and walks past the rumble of noise coming from the company cafeteria, he realizes he never actually ate at breakfast. He turns into the bustling room and grabs a tray of food, sitting down at a table by himself. He’s eating and scrolling through his phone when he hears a voice next to him.

“Hi, is anyone sitting with you? Do you mind if I eat here? I promise I won’t bother you!”

The speaker is a handsome young man with bleach blond hair. His eyes are a warm brown, his face angular, and his wide smile framed by plump lips. Jimin considers telling him that he wants to eat alone, but knows how rude that would be.

“Feel free to sit down, you aren’t bothering. I’m Park Jimin, nice to meet you.”

“Park Jimin from BTS?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that kind of immediate recognition, but yes. Please just call me Jimin.”

“Nice to meet you! This is my first day, I’m going to be working with you guys behind the scenes for your Japan tour. I’m Lee Dae-Hyun.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

Jimin feels a warm smile cross his face. Maybe having a new friend will be exactly what he needs.

********

Jungkook feels like his entire body is an exposed nerve. Taehyung has him pressed up against the back of his bedroom door, lips to his neck. Once he’d crossed the threshold to the room, something within the elder seemed to snap and he took control. Jungkook isn’t used to being the pliant one, but the feeling of Taehyung’s hands running up and down his back underneath his shirt makes him want to melt right into the door.

He reaches out and lifts the hem of Taehyung’s shirt, fingers trembling against the warm skin above his sweatpants. The skin there is so soft that he forgets his intentions to explore and stays put. He runs his fingers back and forth against that sliver of exposure and feels Taehyung shake. He pushes slightly with his hand, wanting the feeling of their lips meeting back. The kiss barely begins before he’s pushing his way into the other’s mouth. He can hardly tell where one ends and the other begins anymore. He’s about to tug Taehyung’s hips into his harder when the kiss breaks.

“Kookie. Kook. Hang on.”

Jungkook groans in frustration. He’s tired of talking everything to death. He’s tired of missing Taehyung. He’s tired of not feeling lips and hands and teeth. This is all new and exciting and scary and he doesn’t want to think about it, he just wants to surrender.

“Patience, Jungkook. I just want to know if you’ve ever hooked up with a man before.”

“Oh. OH. Um. No, I guess I haven’t.”

“That’s okay, don’t overthink it. Let me take care of you. We’ll take it one step at a time.”

Taehyung smiles at him gently and presses a soft kiss to his lip and he grabs his hand and walks him over to the bed. Jungkook can’t tell if he’s eager or terrified, all he knows is he can’t seem to stop trembling. Taehyung backs him up to the edge of the bed and softly pushes him down until he’s sitting.

“Lay down, Kook. Tell me if it gets to be too much.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath and nods, laying flat on his back with an arm propping his head up on the pillows. Taehyung just stands there for a second staring and Jungkook can’t help but feel self-conscious. He brings his other hand up to cover his face as he blushes. He feels the bed dip and a body straddle his lap. Warm lips press against his hand and he peeks through his fingers to see Taehyung smiling at him. He can’t help the grin that breaks across his face as he lowers his hand.

Their mouths come together, but softly and tenderly without the level of desperation they had in the hallway. Taehyung is cradling his face in his hands like it’s a snowglobe that he’s afraid to drop and break. Jungkook feels the emotion pressing behind Taehyung’s lips, onto his tongue, through his hands. There’s so much power there, so much unspoken. He doesn’t have time to think much about it as his shirt is slowly lifted over his head. Taehyung’s lips start to trail down his chest and he swears his heart stops. He feels a tongue swirl around one of his nipples and then the other. His spine bows against the bed and Taehyung slides off his lap, pushing his way between Jungkook’s legs to kneel there as he gives himself more space to explore.

“Jungkook. My god. Your body.”

He can’t bring himself to answer as Taehyung’s tongue traces down each rib and abdominal muscle until it dips inside his bellybutton. He feels a line of molten lava travel straight from his stomach to in between his legs. He’s never been so hard in his entire life, he’s surprised he hasn’t torn a hole straight through his sweatpants. He knows Taehyung can feel him pressed up against his chest, but doesn’t feel embarrassed. This is Tae, he knows he’s safe.

“Can I touch you?”

Jungkook frantically nods and whines as he lifts his hips involuntarily. A breathy chuckle huffs out of Taehyung as he smirks. He sits back on his heels and lays one long-fingered hand against the front of Jungkook’s pants. He hisses through his teeth and throws his head back, eyes closing. He needs to be careful or he’ll explode before they get anymore clothes off.

“Look at me, Jungkook. Please.”

He lifts his torso until he’s leaning back on his forearms and looks down. Taehyung has his fingertips under his waistband, waiting for Jungkook’s okay to pull them down.

“Wait. Take off your shirt first, please.”

He feels sheepish asking for such a thing, but when he watches the lean curve of Taehyung’s body as he stretches up to remove his shirt it’s entirely worth it. His hands return to Jungkook’s waist and he slowly hooks his fingers under his sweatpants and boxer-briefs. He tugs both down with one fell swoop and Jungkook’s hard length pops out, bouncing against his stomach. It takes all his willpower not to scramble for a blanket to cover himself up. What stops him is the look on Taehyung’s face. You’d think he was looking at some sort of majestic landscape. His face is full of awe and affection, his lips parted and his pupils blown. Jungkook has never seen anything so amazing.

“Holy shit, Kook. How are you this utterly perfect from head to toe?”

He doesn’t have a chance to answer, a hand wraps around his bare cock and he gasps for air. Taehyung is kneeling in front of him, slowly stroking his cock and looking him straight in this eye. Is this really happening? He feels a little precum dribble from his swollen head and Tae swipes a thumb through it, bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That’s so filthy and I love it. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum.

“Mmm, god you taste so good. Golden maknae, indeed.”

Between one blink and another, Taehyung swoops down and catches the head of his cock in his mouth. An embarrassingly loud groan escapes from Jungkook’s mouth and he can’t tear his eyes from the sight as his head and hand work him into a frenzy. Taehyung’s tongue is swirling around the leaking head of him and what feels like carbonation is rising through his body.

“Goddammit Tae, that feels amazing. You look so sexy like this, you’re even more than I imagined. If you’re not careful though, I won’t last very long.”

He pulls back and an uncharacteristically evil smile spreads across his face as he utters just one sentence before diving back in more enthusiastically.

“Well that’s the goal now isn’t it? Cum when you’re ready, I want to swallow every drop.”

Jungkook’s breathing grows labored and he doesn’t even want to blink if it means missing the sinful view right here in his lap. Suddenly, Taehyung removes his hand and pulls him all the way to the back of his throat. The second Jungkook feels the convulsive swallow squeeze him tight, he sees stars and explodes. He feels himself empty down Taehyung’s throat and the elder swallow it with ease.

Taehyung pulls back with a final swallow and sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smiling proudly. He lays down alongside Jungkook, running a hand through his hair.

“Tae, I-wow. Jesus.”

“Catch your breath, it’s okay.”

“Can I…I want to touch you, but I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Jungkook is embarrassed at his inexperience. He has no idea how to touch another man, is it anything like touching himself?

“Kookie, we’re taking it slow, remember? I know how new this all is for you and I don’t expect anything at all. We have nothing but time now.”

“I appreciate that. I really do. But I still really want to touch you.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. I can walk you through it. Promise me you’ll tell me if it’s too much though, okay? We can stop anytime you need.”

Jungkook nods and takes a deep breath. He rolls them so that this time he’s laid against Taehyung’s body. He slowly kisses along his jaw, down his neck, catching a nipple in his mouth. He smiles against Taehyung’s skin at the reaction that brings. He could listen to these small gasps all day. He lightly trails his lips down his torso, darting a tongue out against the skin here and there. He gets to the waistband of Tae’s pants and before he can lose his nerve, reaches beneath and pulls them down. There’s no trace of underwear to be found.

“Wow…”

Taehyung reaches out for one of his hands and lightly places it on his cock. He marvels at the feel in his hands. He’s perfect. The weight of him is at sharp contrast with the silky soft feeling. He starts to slowly stroke up and down, Taehyung’s hand guiding him, showing him the right speed and right pressure. He never imagined his mouth watering at the sight of a cock in his hand, but here he is.

“Tae, can I…?”

“Are you sure you’re ready for that? Don’t rush yourself.”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay, go as slow as you want and explore however you please. Just make sure you tuck your teeth behind your lips.”

Taehyung’s voice has a noticeable shake to it as he explains what to do. Jungkook decides that that is the sexiest part of the morning, hearing Taehyung on the edge because of him. He leans down and softly presses lips against the leaking head of his cock, tasting warmth and salt. He hears a gasp above him and boldly swirls his tongue in a circle, his mouth still open. His eyes flick up and Taehyung’s face is flushed, his eyelids fluttering. He figures it’s now or never, he opens his eyes and slowly lowers his mouth.

It doesn’t feel like anything he could have expected. The heaviness on his tongue, the heat filling his mouth, the squeeze in his chest from the raw intimacy of such a thing. He’s soaring. He’s always loved sex, but this is beyond anything he imagined even in his fantasies. He wraps a hand around Taehyung’s base as he slowly starts to move his mouth up and down. He’s much too nervous to try to deepthroat like Tae did. Baby steps. He flattens his tongue to fit more of the length into his mouth and he feels the vibration of moaning coming from above.

“Jungkook. Fuck. Oh my god. Exactly like that. Don’t stop.”

There’s a commanding tone to his voice that Jungkook finds oddly thrilling and it makes him pick up speed. He’s losing himself in the sensation of fucking his own mouth with Taehyung’s cock, he barely registers the warning before he feels a violent twitch and a salty taste shoot onto his tongue. His eyes fly open and he glances up as he swallows.

Taehyung’s head is thrown back, chest heaving and hands gripping the sheets on either side of his body. He slowly slides his cock out of his mouth and lays his head on the the soft thigh to his right. That makes the other man’s head shoot up.

“Come here, Kook-ah.”

Jungkook smiles and crawls up to Taehyung, tucking his head onto the elder’s shoulder.

“Was that okay?”

“Jungkook. That was…amazing. Are you okay?”

“I’m really fucking great, Tae. The best I’ve been in months.”

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Yoongi’s second attempt at breakfast sits untouched in front of him as he looks across the cafeteria at Jimin and the strange young man sitting with him. When he saw Jimin come in, he’d frozen and prayed that he wasn’t spotted. He lucked out when the younger man sat right by the front door instead of venturing further back into the room.

Yoongi had watched Jimin sitting alone and picking at his food and felt guilty. He shouldn’t have ran out last night. He should have tried harder this morning instead of shutting down the conversation with lines of bullshit. He’d considered walking across the room to sit down and apologize when he’d seen the handsome blond approach the table. The two had shaken hands and then he had joined Jimin.

Yoongi watches them talking and laughing together and feels like there’s a gallon of curdled milk sitting in his stomach. They look like they’re flirting. Did they know each other before today? What are they talking about? Is the other man also gay?

None of this should matter. Yoongi has worked hard to put Jimin out of his head and out of his heart. This is for the best, even with the ban lifted. This is what he wanted.

So why does it feel like he’s withering away?

[antpelts]

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[xenizaation]

times on end

Warning! Sexual content ahead! Minors please dni!

pairing: choi san x fem! reader

genre: established relationship, smut

word count: 3k

warnings: oral sex(f receiving), fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, impregnation kink, dirty talk(like lots of it, this may be the chattiest smut scene i ever wrote), rough sex, choking.

a/n: gotta be honest, i didn't expect anyone to ask for a second part to this fic, but am glad y'all did cus i really enjoyed writing both parts. not as long as i planned it to be, but it's not so short either. hope you guys enjoy! xoxo

this fic can be read by itself, but if you want some insight you should read the first part here

signing the divorce papers was harder than you'd imagined. you wanted to think, to hope, that the feelings you had for san would completely overshadow whatever was left that was still burning inside you for the man who stood by your side for years, but they didn't-not entirely.

you were sure you wanted to do this and yet, seeing your husband almost teary-eyed after hearing your news made you think otherwise. it made mercy take such a toll on your head that you actually, for a fair minute, considered staying only for him not to suffer. to bare everything upon your shoulders in silence, making you think it's what you deserve after betraying him so bluntly. guilt was the thing holding you next to him more than anything else.

but there was a selfish side of you to which you were completely thankful for snapping you back to reality. one that endlessly carried you to your desires and more specifically, to your san.

"can you just move into my place already? this is starting to become tiring." his sweet voice echoed in between the walls of your apartment after the sound of him closing the door behind the two of you. "you're there five nights a week anyway." he continues, dropping the empty bags that were going to be filled with clothes next to you.

coming to collect things from your own home has become a weekly habit in the six months since you and san decided to go exclusive. as of now, he already learned where everything was, being fully capable to pack your bag even on the nights you had to stay out late to the same office he bossed you around in. you trusted him with your key along many other unspoken things.

"i just don't want to rush anything, san." you say while turning away from him and opening your underwear drawer, snooping through the lacy pieces of lingerie.

what you didn't want to rush in fact, was the mourning of your previous relationship. or the lack of it if you were completely honest with yourself. in some kind of way, you were emotionally detached from your marriage for a long time before breaking it, and it was noticeable seeing how not much remorse lived inside you now. you only felt bad for the cheating part, for not being brave enough to tell your husband your feelings had ceased to exist when they did and choosing to be unfair to him instead. but you couldn't turn back time, and even if you could you're not sure you would do it.

"rush? didn't you have an affair with me? moving together scares you more?" he replies with a very amused laugh as he throws his body on your squeaky bed.

"it's not that," you sigh still searching through the drawer but not paying any attention to the various pieces of undergarments that tangle between your fingers. it's hard to put your thoughts into words, especially the ones that you thought wouldn't be spoken into reality. "it's just...i don't want to risk getting too familiar with each other and then realizing that maybe it's not what we want." you mutter out, taking a seat on the corner of the bed as you avoid san's gaze at all costs, keeping it fixed on the ground beneath you.

poor choice of words for what you meant to express, that being "i'm afraid you're going to get bored of me and then it'll turn out exactly like my catastrophe of a marriage."; there was no reason for you to have these doubts, in your time together san has been nothing but loving and understanding towards your every need, showing times and times again how he was devoted completely to you and the relationship between the two of you. but you couldn't help being paranoid about some things, all of this being the effect of your now ended marriage.

the bed squeaks as san sits straight, dragging his body closer to you as he places one warm hand on top of your cold ones in your lap. there's more than physical warmth that he offers you, there's that heat that engulfs you entirely, from the inside out, whenever he lays as little as his observant gaze upon you. his touch was on another level even, making you feel like the most precious stone in the world whenever he caressed your skin with his soft fingertips.

you felt like you were in a dark abyss, and he was the one pulling you out of it. your past partners have never made you feel like this, not even for a second, and this was the exact reason why you were afraid of fucking it all up. living in terror with the thought that one small mistake is going to turn this thing all around and you would find yourself not only alone, but having to live the rest of your life knowing that you have ruined your chances with the only human being in the whole entire world who you felt was your soulmate.

"look, i don't want to stress you out about it," he says as he hooks one finger under your chin, lifting your face up and towards him. "if it's not what you want, then it's ok. but i don't want you to think that i don't want it either. i would love nothing more than waking up next to you for the rest of my existence and not wondering when you're gonna go home and leave me all by myself over there." you recognize the sadness in his tone as well as what he is describing; the exact feeling of loneliness taking over you every time you found yourself in between the empty walls of your apartment. it was san's house that felt like home to you now, and it was all because he was there. he would make you feel like home even at the bottom of the ocean.

"i mean it when i say i want you there. i mean it when i say i love you. i mean everything about you, y/n," he whispers the last words like a solemn prayer he says every night before sleep. "and that's because you mean everything to me." his forehead slowly leans into yours as he closes his eyes, leaving you to assimilate all his words in a certain quietness that is far from uncomfortable and nothing short of peaceful.

your eyelids drop low too, covering your vision as your eyes start burning with the threat of tears. now, how could you reply to that? what words were fit to say to the man who has gently handed you his heart on a silver platter, telling you to do with it whatever you see fit. the way san wore his heart on his sleeve when he was with you made you love him even more, a quality of his you were struggling to learn seeing how you were much more reserved about speaking out your emotions the same way he did.

"i also meant what i said about growing tired about this whole thing. could've chosen a closer apartment you know, it's a 25 minute drive to here." he lightens up the atmosphere with a light chuckle. you start laughing as you throw your hands around him, pulling him in a tight hug while you burrow your head in his firm chest. his hands stroke your back softly and his nose sits atop the crown of your head, inhaling your essence deeply just like you do his.

"what if you get bored of me?" a light whisper, filled with concern. he pulls away slowly but your hands don't leave his body when his own cup your face, keeping it in place as he stares into your heart with an adoring look.

"don't think i'll live long enough to get bored of you." san says as he draws your face closer to his. you prepare to feel his soft lips on top of yours but instead you only see him pull his head away all of a sudden.

"how about you, hm?" he questions with a raised brow, trying his best to mask away the discouraged look in his eyes as he thinks that you getting bored of him could ever be an option. san was a being that craved reassurance, always failing in trying not to show the side of him that would desperately search for your validation. you were more than happy to give it to him, he deserved it more than anyone else.

"i couldn't get bored of you even if i tried," you reveal and peck his lips briefly. "you give good dick." you add as if that was the sole reason for it, when in fact it was near the bottom of the list of why you adored san so much.

he laughs to your joke, pulling you into a deep kiss and smashing your body against his own. things escalate quickly, something that you grew accustomed to happening when you were near san. now laying with your back on your fairly uncomfortable mattress (another made up reason that you used to spend the nights over at his house), san was pressing passionate kisses on the skin of your neck, his hands quickly actioning upon unbuttoning your blouse.

he was taking his time, kissing his way slowly down your chest until his mouth was above your breasts. he unveiled your nipple from the material of your bra by pushing it to the side and took your nipple right into his mouth. the swirls of his tongue against your areola were executed with precision, one that drove you insane every time he sucked it hungrily or grazed his perfect teeth on your sensitive bud, making you jolt underneath his touch.

his body dragged itself down, reaching the hard floor with his knees, now sitting in between your legs while he pulled your ass closer to the edge of the bed. his hands caressed your thighs in an upwards motion of lifting your skirt past the parts he needed exposed, gentle fingers hooking under the band of your panties and pulling them down in a swift motion. he placed both of your legs on his broad shoulders as he got closer to you, pressing soft kisses on the meat of your inner thigh. you were already wet for him; and he seemed to notice quite quickly, making you not wait anymore as he latched his mouth to your clit, suckling all the while he dragged his tongue over it.

your fingers only tangle themselves in his hair, pulling him closer with breathy moans of his name. he continues his ministrations, topping the pleasure he was already giving you by adding one middle finger inside, slowly dragging it against your walls. you groan at the feeling, seeing his hand quickly climbing up your torso as he takes a hold of your exposed breast, pinching your nipple in between his fingers and in the course of it, stealing a quiet whimper from you. he adds a second finger, the two digits curling inside you just right as his mouth doesn't stop showering your clit with love and attention.

it doesn't take you much longer to feel your stomach forming a tight knot, and even less to feel it untangle as the quiet electricity of an orgasm buzzes inside your body, making you moan harder as you tighten your thighs around san's head, feeling your insides swirl up and your fingertips go numb in his hair as you desperately try to push him away from you-to no avail. he removes his fingers and licks his way down to your hole, drowning his tongue in the warmness of your pulsating walls as he sucks every drop of your release into his mouth. you jolt under every lick, every forward push of his wet muscle reaching further inside, that makes you throw your head back into the mattress and your back arch instinctively, and in this moment you feel nothing more than the place where san's tongue connects with your body.

he finally lets your core catch a break, pulling his head away from your warmth and slowly getting up. his face now adorns a smirk and your juices, making his jaw glisten beautifully under the lights in the room as he leans over to kiss you. you take in his tongue, swirling your own around his muscle in a manner short of shy. you weren't sure who you tasted more: you or him, but you sure loved the taste of your essence combined with his saliva.

"i love you." you whisper into his mouth and he only deepens the kiss in return-fully aware that by now, you already know how he feels about you. he pulls you up by your waist, slowly rising you to your feet. your legs buckle beneath you when they are met with the act of supporting your whole weight.

"that good?" san chuckles while holding you by the waist to help you regain your balance. he knew exactly what effect he had on you.

you nod, kissing him again as he pushes you towards the wall, sticking your back against it as he undresses quickly. you follow without a question, watching him with all your undivided attention as he slides down his pants, leaving his erect cock naked in all its glory. your mouth waters at the sight of his veiny shaft that glistened with precum at the tip while you peeled off the last garment that was covering your body.

"choi san, mister," you mutter out as desperately as you could, looking into his hungry eyes that devoured every piece of you the same way yours did him. "are you gonna fuck me against a wall?" you question as innocently as you can conjure yourself to be in the moment with his body pressed against yours as he kissed your neck, his dick finding cover right in between your legs, sliding in between your folds and thighs with small thrusts of his hips.

"might as well make some good memories in your apartment if you don't want to leave it." he mumbles against the skin of your neck.

"who says i don't?" you whisper close to his ear.

he only looks up in surprise, as if he didn't expect you to make up your mind so quickly. he presses his lips with force against yours one more time before he turns your whole body around, making you face the wall. his knee swings your legs apart and you arch your back naturally when his hands find purchase on your hips to pull you towards him. you align his tip with your entrance and he pushes in slowly, stretching you gradually with his deliciously girthy cock.

you murmur his name as he picks up pace, every thrust of his hips making your face press against the wall more. "san, ah...harder, please. please fuck me harder." you mutter out in between breathy moans, giving body to your lustful wishes.

"fuck, y/n, keep talking like that and i'm gonna cum." he says as he presses deeper into you with each thrust, the power behind his moves being fully motivated by your desires. one strong hand wrapping around your neck just tight enough to make you moan loudly.

"it feels so fucking good, san, you feel so fucking good inside of me." you keep rambling just to feel his cock twitch inside of you at the words.

"just you wait doll, gonna fill you up with babies way before i wife you up." he groans, tightening the grip over your neck just enough to make you so dizzy that you can't think of-can't feel anyone else but him.

"that fucker wasn't able to do it, right? so incompetent you needed me to even fuck you right." he says, using all the rage that your ex-husband was awakening inside him to smash his hips into yours just the way you asked him to-hard, sort of animalic in the way your breasts bounced around every time skin made contact with skin. his forceful rams made his dick brush over your sweet spot over and over again and in combination with the hand around your neck and his impactful words, you felt your high coming in no time.

"san, i'm gonna cum-ah.." you exhaled, still feeling every inch of his cock entering deeply inside of you.

"please do, baby." he whispers in your ear.

it's not a choice to orgasm right in the moment you feel his breath fan over your nape, it's more of a natural instinct of following his orders. you cum so hard around his cock that you feel your legs are going to give up on you, standing on your tip-toes as you lean forward into the wall trying to gain some sort of support. san doesn't stop, now chasing after his own high as your hole clenches around him with every pulsation of your fading orgasm.

"oh-fuck," he growls and after a few more sloppy thrusts, he stills deep inside you-surely reaching as deep as your cervix with his tip just as hot ropes of cum splash onto your awaiting inner walls.

both of you a quivering mess now, leaned against the wall as cold drops of sweat roll down the back of your thighs whilst san hugs you from the back, not pulling out just yet. the room is filled with your breaths trying to get steady and you find your heart skipping a beat thinking of how good you feel around san, how every moment you spend with him you wish to turn into eternity like right now, with his chin pressed softly on your shoulders as his arms are wrapped lovingly around you, keeping you safe in his hold, making you feel like you're the most special being in the whole entire world.

so this is how love is supposed to feel like.

"should we pack everything then?" you ask with a light chuckle.

[eleteo125]

Neck Tie: Leona Kingscholar

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Leona Kingscholar x fem!reader

How would they use neck ties in times of your intimacy?

A/N: yea I uh.....I wrote this hmmmm. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy it tho haha.

Word Count: 3k

Smut R18

Leona has just returned from a meeting with the dorm leaders about an upcoming event gala taking place at NRC where they discussed on the theme of the event. It’s been decided that shall be a formal event for students. Now admittedly, that’s the only information Leona has retained since he couldn’t even be bothered to care on why the event is being held in the first place. Right now the only thing in his mind is to get his well deserved rest in his room.

  But alas he could never have anything good in his life. His peaceful was unceremoniously interrupted by you barging in to his room without so much as a warning, walking in as if you owned the place. He would have mauled at you if you weren’t his beloved who he was willing to tolerate, and sometimes maybe even spoil.

  You heard about the event from Riddle telling all about it to Trey who you were hanging out with. As soon as you heard about it, you excused yourself and headed straight to Professor Divus Crewel to ask him advice on what you should wear. Instead of advice you ended up being fitted and a dress in hand. As you were about to leave, he asked you if you were going with someone o the event. Naturally, you answered the name of your beloved yet lazy boyfriend Leona.

  Divus let out a hum as he pondered. The professor offered some suits that would match with your dress and asked you to have Leona try them on and ask him if there are any adjustments he would like.

  And now here you are in his room trying to get him out of bed to get him to dress up.

  “Come on, get up! It’ll only take a moment to try them on.” You claimed as you tried to push him off the bed, but he purposely made himself heavier refusing to leave his comfortable position.

  “Only a moment, my ass. You brought like what, 10 suits for me to try? Pass.” He grumbled as he slumped back into bed.

  You pouted “I have no idea how Ruggie deals with you every day.” You laid down on him and started to pepper his face with kisses.

  “Get off of me.” Leona groaned in protest all the while shifting you so that you’re seated on his lap.

  “More kisses when you try them on!” you offered as you continued to peck at his cheeks. Leona sat up and buried his face in your neck, you can feel the faint kisses he gave you. “Being cuddly won’t get you out of this Leona. Do this for me. You’ll have all my attention after this.”

  Leona let out a groan as he got up and picked up a random suit. “If you wanted to see me undress you could’ve just asked.” He looked at you with a smirk “No need for any of this mental gymnastics.”

  You gawked at his claim “E-excuse me?!?!”

  Leona laughed at your surprised expression before proceeding to undress in front of you. “Woah woah Leona!”

  “Where do you expect me to dress, I dress in my room.” He teased as he continued to undress having his top off already.

  You buried your face in one of his pillows from the flustering sight. But a little peek from time to time wouldn’t hurt would it? As you took a peek, you can tell that Leona is aware of your watchful eyes as he flaunts himself while dressing.

  Once he was done, he called for you. When you looked at him, you couldn’t help but raise a questioning eyebrow at him. His dress shirt wasn’t buttoned fully, and not tucked in his pants. “You know how to dress right?”

  “Of course I do. I’m just trying them on, it’s not like I’m going out in them.” He argued while plopping down next to you on his bed.

  “No, no, no, the point of a fitting is to see how it’ll look on you when worn properly!”

  “Cut me some slack, at least I tried one of the suits already.”

  You stood up and placed your hands on your waist. “Leona you’re lucky I didn’t have to drag you all the way to Professor Crewel’s office for this fitting, now be a good kitty and dress yourself properly.”

  Leona only stared at you in response. “Leona please! I just wanna see my handsome boyfriend in formal wear and I promised to give you my undivided attention after this, please!” you pleaded.

  Leona stood up then gave your lips a peck before tidying up the messily worn suit. Leona took his time with it but by the time he was done, you couldn’t help but ogle. And Leona being himself, indulged in your attention.

  You were about to comment on how it looks on him until you saw his unbuttoned shirt. “”Hey uhm, I think you missed a spot.” You pointed at his chest.

  “You know how I feel with these kinds of shirt; I don’t even fully button up my uniform.”

  You looked at the forsaken tie and picked it up. “Could you put this on? I wanna see what you look like.”

  “Hell no, that shit is suffocating.”

  You reached to his chest and started to close it up. “Just for a minute, haven’t seen you wear one before.”

  Leona took hold of your hand when he noticed that you were about to wrap the tie around his neck. Him taking hold of your hand Is a challenge in your eyes and Leona took note of the mischievous look in your eye before ducking away from your other hand as you tried to wrap the tie around him.

  Your insistence resulted in you chasing Leona around his room neck tie in hand with you giggling up a storm finding the sight of a big bad lion running away from his girlfriend. You even caught a glimpse of Leona smiling throughout the chase.

  “Here kitty kitty, harness training isn’t that bad.” you teased as you lunged for him. But the animal instinct on Leona helped him to easily evade your attack. And now you’re collapsed on his bed.

  “Tsk, you’re pushing your luck here, herbivore.” He warned not appreciating being called a ‘kitty’.

  You tried to get up from the bed but your hands failed to support you up because now it was tangled with the tie. Your fall on the bed somehow got your hands to be stuck like this. You started fiddling with the tie to get it off of you, the act not really implying anything but not in Leona’s eyes.

  The sight of you in his bed with your hands bound as you struggled with it and you still catching your breath from chasing him brought out some very strong feelings from him. You looked like a freshly captured prey waiting to be devoured. And naturally, he a born predator is drawn to you and started to slowly stalk towards your direction.

  You who is still busy with trying to detangle the tie from you, are unaware of your boyfriend’s sudden arousal asked him “Hey Leona think you could help me with this?” So when Leona took hold of your hands, you happily let him do whatever he wanted but was surprised when you find yourself being pushed to lay down on the bed.

  You let out a yelp in surprise “L-leona?” When you looked at him, you saw his very dilated eyes with an expression he would always don whenever you two were about to be intimate. “What’s gotten into you?” you were confused on the reason why he’s suddenly aroused but your thoughts were interrupted when Leona leaned down for a kiss.

  Anytime Leona is being openly affectionate is a moment you are willing to welcome anytime, but this kiss seemed to be more on the rough side leading you to believe that you’re not leaving his room with fully functioning legs.

  When he pulled away from the kiss, a giggle came out of you. “You’re awfully excited.” Leona ignored you and dived for your neck nipping and licking all the sensitive spots he has memorized over the time. Your little whimpers and mewls spurs the lion in him to keep going and occasionally giving hard bites.

  As he busied himself in your neck, you tried to move your hand to thread it through his long hair but failed to do so when Leona held your hands in place above your head, pinning it in place “Leona, let me—“

  “No.” he growled giving your neck a long lick before sitting up. “You’re gonna lie there like my good little girl and take everything very thing I can dish out. Now…” he pulled you up to a sitting position and detached the tangled tie on your hand allowing you to soothe your wrist. Once you were finished, he took hold of your hand and began to properly tie your hand up using the neck tie with him making sure that it’s tight enough for you not to get out of but also not tight enough to be able to harm you.

  Leona leaned for a kiss when he was finished and this kiss was soft and gentle. The calm before the storm that was about to come. You tried your best to caress his cheek during the kiss as best as you could with your tied up hand. Leona deepened his kiss when he felt the gentleness you provided by that lone hand. Leona may crave your gentleness, but right now, being gentle is far from either of your minds.

  As the two of you made out, you felt Leona maneuver you into position in his bed. Your attention was too occupied by his lips that you failed to notice that he lifted your bound hands towards the headboard and tied it up there. You only noticed when you tried to hug him in the midst of your kiss.

  Leona took advantage of your bound state so he began to kiss at your neck licking one of the bite marks he inflicted earlier. But Leona is hungry for more. He started to go further down, trailing kisses from your neck to your chest and started to fondle your chest playing with your nipples which started to harden from the attention Leona is giving them.

  You were startled when Leona suddenly started to lick and suck at your hardened nipples, you squirmed from the stimulus under him. He used his hips to pin your hips to the bed, limiting your movement “I told you be a good girl and take everything.”

  “Leona…please…” you pleaded before grinding your hips against his. His hand snaked down your body and into your underwear where he felt your very wet nether regions.

  Leona chuckled at his discovery and continued to rub at your clit and teasing his finger at your entrance. “So you like being under my control huh?”

  “Babe, when have I ever denied you of doing whatever you want to me?”

  “I guess I’m that irresistible to you.”

  “You’re the one who couldn’t get your hands off me, who’s the irresistible one here?” you challenged.

  Leona scoffed and gave you a deep and rough kiss, nipping a little bit as his form of answer from your question. The feeling of his breath on your face and his little grunt as he kissed you is enough to drive you into frenzy. The eagerness of your kiss has Leona yearning for more.

  After your breathtaking kiss, Leona sat up and took off the restrictive clothing on him as quickly as he could. And as he does so, you got yourself a free show of your boyfriend frantically undressing himself with the knowledge that you’re the reason he’s behaving like that.

  As soon as he’s out of his clothes, he started trailing kisses down from your neck, through your chest, lingering on your tummy, and eventually his face hovered over your nether regions. You saw Leona lick his lips as he looks at your wet and glistening pussy, like a dehydrated lion finally finding an oasis in the vast desert.

  You fully expected for him to instantly bury his face between your legs, but what he ended up doing is peppering your thighs with kisses and him trailing down slowly only to ignore your throbbing arousal as he trailed kisses on your other thigh. You whined and tried to lift your hips to meet his face but Leona held you down firmly on the bed as he continued his teasing.

  Leona kept looking at you as he continued to litter your thighs with kisses, bites, and hickeys making sure that you’re watching him. You pulled at your restrained hands, trying your chances of getting out so you can just grab him and shove his face between your legs, but your restraints kept you in place. Leona sure has some skill when it comes to tying you up, maybe you can explore this skill of his with more rope in the future.

  In the midst of your thoughts, Leona’s tongue suddenly licked up a long strip on your slit bringing you back into the reality that you are under the mercy of your boyfriend.

  When Leona looked back at you while kissing your thighs, he noticed that you’re lost in thought which annoyed him. So he decided to take you by surprise and decided to give you what you’ve been asking for. And naturally it worked wonders as you gasped in surprise and looked at him with an incredulous look mixed with an aroused one.

  “You like that?”

  You nodded aggressively “Y-yes please keep going.” You breathed out.

  Leona sat up pulling away from between your legs “I don’t buy it when you can drift off to dream land while receiving it.”

  You struggled against your restraints once again trying to pull him down on you again. “N-no I loved it! Please keep going, I need it Leona!” you panted

  “Oh?” Leona looked down at you, observing your struggling form just for his attention. He wanted to jump on you so bad, ravage you until you can’t walk anymore. But he figured that can wait, you two have ll day after all. Not to mention, he loves the reactions you would let out whenever he teased you. He’ll take his time with you, indulging in the pleasure and comfort you can offer.

  “Leona!” you bellowed before wrapping your legs around his hips trying to pull him onto you to continue his pleasurable acts.

  He chuckled at your desperation before relenting and burying his face between your legs once again. The sigh of relief you let out almost sounded like a moan mixed with a whine which actually turned into loud moaning as you felt Leona’s tongue flick at your clit repeatedly.

  Leona’s routine is to lick a long strip flick your clit, and tease his tongue in your entrance. And as he does so, his piercing green eyes kept a watchful gaze on your reactions that just turns him on even more thus driving him to eat you out more intensely so as to pull the same reaction from you.

  Your hips kept moving around so Leona was prompted to hold you down lifting your legs over his shoulders at the same time. When you took a peek at Leona between your legs, you let out a loud mewl when you saw Leona’s intense gaze on you. His intense green eyes somehow added to your arousal and brought you closer to orgasm. You even caught a glimpse of his mouth moving as he ate you out.

  The sight between your legs is undoubtedly sexy, but you can’t help but find Leona’s ears undulating as he sucked at your clit adorable. But he completely took you by surprise when you felt a finger was inserted inside of you. He made sure to have you watch him. When you looked away he pulled both his finger and mouth away from you, only continuing when you look at his eyes.

  So you had to keep eye contact, not even you closing your eyes escapes him. But when you managed to hold his stare for a while, he added another finger inside of you and started to curl his fingers in a come hither’ motion, allowing him to reach a very stimulating spot inside you. That and the combination o him sucking on your clit brought you to a very intense climax with you shouting out his name that you were a little concerned that his dorm mates might have heard you.

  But that isn’t a problem in Leona’s eyes, it’s just another goal in his checklist crossed off, to make sure everyone knows that only he can elicit such a reaction from you and that no one can rival him when it comes to you.

  He cleaned off every drop from you, and every time he passes your clit, he can feel your thighs shake a little. After he licked every drop from you, he couldn’t get enough of the taste of you so he decided to suck you out even more.

  When you felt him not leave your cunt alone and then started to eat you out again, you let out a yelp in surprise when his mouth never left your pussy. “Leona, th-that’s too much, give me a minute.”

  He growled at you and the vibrations from said growl only brought more bliss on your end “I told you to take everything like a good little girl, so you’re gonna take this like a good little girl.” He said before burying his face in your pussy again.

  “O-oh Leona, this is too much.” Your legs started to flail as if trying to get him off you.

  “Just how you like it.” Leona nuzzled his nose on your clit like how you do it whenever you ride his face. “Come on little mouse, you want this to stop? Just say the word. Simple as that.”

  You squirmed under him, but chose to stay silent. “Didn’t think so.” He said with a smug grin before diving back in. He never left your pussy until he felt your thighs start to shake, that’s when he pulled away preventing you from cumming.

  You whined in protest from having your orgasm be denied so suddenly. Leona climbed up so that he’s face to face to you again. He kissed you letting you taste yourself as he shoved his tongue inside of your mouth making sure he explored every nook and cranny before pulling away.

  “Leona—“

  “You want more?”

  “Y-yes please! Let me cum please!”

  “How do you like this!” he grunted as he suddenly inserted his stiff cock inside of you. The sudden intrusion brought you to another orgasm. “Liked it a little too much huh?” he said as he watched you recover from your recent high.

  Once he saw signs of you recovering, he started to slowly push himself even more, slowly. You still being overstimulated, tried to pull your hips away from him. But with no space to retreat to and the fact that you’re trapped between Leona’s hips and the bed, your attempt was futile. Eventually, Leona has successfully buried himself to the hilt inside you, with him sighing in pleasure from the sensation of your walls hugging him tightly.

  “Hng! Your pussy sure loves to swallow up my cock. Did you miss me being in you, I sure did.” He started to slowly pull in and out of you rolling his hips at the same time stimulating your already overstimulated clit along with his dick sliding in you. Eventually Leona settled in a pretty average pace and thrusting up hard enough to have you bounce along his thrusts.

  “Leona, slow down a little.” You mumbled. You’re just a moaning mess underneath him, having trouble just piecing together coherent sentences.

  “What was that? Didn’t hear you clearly.”

  “S-sl-slow do—“

  “Don’t slow down? Anything for you, my mouse.” He said with a smirk knowing full well what you meant. And as he said, he quickened his pace further. But him settling for a faster pace resulted in him having to thrust into you more rougher. His thrusts were so powerful that he caused his bed to creak and his headboard to start hitting the wall.

  He looked at your wrists to check if the tie started to burn you, it didn’t but he decided to free you from it nonetheless. You looked at him a little confused and he explained “Fucking you won’t feel complete without you clawing at my back.” He leaned down to your ear and whispered “Mark me as yours.”

  That was enough to get you to hold on to his back. With every thrust of his, your grip on his back get tighter and tighter and your nails starting to leave a mark, maybe even drawing a little blood from your scratches.

  “Ah!” he winced as your nails started to break skin “For an herbivore, you scratch like a predator.” He said through gritted teeth. Not of pain but of pleasure. “Or…” he leaned down to your ear “You’re a prey backed in the corner getting desperate.”

  As much as you would love to talk back to him, the overwhelming pleasure he keeps delivering prevents you from doing so. So the only response you were able to give him was a jumble of words that only came out as moans trying your best to keep your composure under Leona’s barrage of thrusts.

  Throughout your session, the sound of Leona’s heavy breathing and grunts were directed onto your ear which you can tell was purposeful since Leona is fully aware of his effect on you. And at this moment, it was the last straw on the camel’s back as that was what drove you into climax, moaning out his name as you rode out your high.

    Leona kept pounding into you after your orgasm taking advantage on the feeling of you tightening around him aiding him on his chase of his own climax. Considering how overstimulated you were from past orgasms, him not stopping caused you to be turned on again.

  Leona buried his face on your shoulder and gave you a bite as he released his load into you with a moan. And the feeling of his warm cum drove you into your very last orgasm.

  Leona stayed hovered above you as he took his time to catch his breath before slumping beside you and then pulling you into a hug cuddling you. You in turn laid your head on his chest and started to feel up his pecs and abs. “Enjoying yourself?”

  “I did”

  He chuckled at your response before giving a heartfelt kiss. He settled himself preparing for a good sleep but before he could even drift off…

  “You still need to do that suit fitting.”

  Leona only groaned in response.

  “You can’t fuck your way out of this one.”

  Leona groaned even louder. He hugged you to him tightly. Maybe if you don’t get up to force him he doesn’t have to do it.