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Noisy little mess
Hi cutie!
I've, incredibly, keep on writing the same fic for one time in my life, so i'm posting the second part of the first part (obviously) of the whatever i've wrote.
I like writing. It's a little difficult switch from my italian kinda writing skill to the english language.
I feel less poetic in english. More...meh. Dunno.
Anyway, we do not have that much of a smut content in here, just...talking. A lot of talking. I like dialogues.
Sorry for every incorrect grammatical things, i hope i haven't made a complete mess.
DISCLAIMERS: not that much of a smut thing, anyway is GhostxReader, arguing, terrible nicknames, gym, blame shifting, not having breakfast, recalling of behaviours that shouldn't belong to a military base but oh well.
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First part is here:
https://www.tumblr.com/tassodelmiele/746173281244151808/noisy-little-mess?source=share
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Next day, you skip breakfast.
Your ass hurts like hell, you've got bruises on your neck and it seems like you've gone through a fight with the full cast of a Jason Statam's kinda film.
You rush through all the damn base like crazy, avoiding smiles and greetings, in search for that goddamn man who has to give you explanations.
'Cause that sort of thing doesn't happen between two who barely speak at breakfast.Â
'Cause you may find muscles attractive, but you've never told him you like him in particular.
'Cause he almost ravaged you, without even saying "goodnight".
And 'cause you've liked it. But that's not necessarily to be known.
You're about to go straight to the training camp (you've seen Soap nearby, and he's Ghost's shadow), when the wanted finds the detective: a door suddenly opens, and you bump into his goddamn big chest, almost drowning your nose in that rock solid-muscle softness pile.
Ghost looks at you like he's just stepped on a candy wrapper. You open your mouth, ready to yell:
«ok, now you're going to tell me, sir, what in the actual fu-»
Then, Price gets out of the office too. And your face blushes with the brightest red.
«âŠsorry»
«'s nothing. We've finished»
It seems like Ghost's trying to make you comfortable, and that just gets on your nerves. You look at the captain walking away, and before having the opportunity to speak again, the lieutenant has grabbed you by the shoulder and pushed you in his office.
You do your best not to trip over your feet, almost making a pirouette to face him as he closes the door. You open your mouth, prepare your lungs to yell like a fucking eagleâŠand he stops you, cupping your face with all of the grace he's capable of, looking at you through his goddamn scary skull mask and spells:
«I'm sorry»
And your brain goes blank.Â
You squeeze your eyes; you weren't ready for this. For a scold; for a joke, for him to make fun of you, for you to break his terrible per holder on his faceâŠbut not for this.
«âŠwhat?»
«I'm sorry. Fucking sorry, ok?»
«Yeah, yeah» you scroll his hands away from your face. «I'm sorry too for having my ass burnt and my fucking neck disassembled, that's not the point»
«I was just saying-»
«You were saying nothing»
«If you-»
«Sorry for what? For your kinks, or your lack of asking consent? Go on, i'm listen-»
And he ends up squeezing your face in his hand, glaring at you while you just stay still with your cheeks pressed together and your arms crossed, raising an eyebrow.
He sigh.
«You've caught me off guard»
You muffle, widening your eyes, about to try to say something but his grips tighten a little.
«Let me fucking finish! Bloody hell, you weren't so noisy yesterday! My godâŠlook, 's not a great time to restrain instinct, ok? I'm not saying that you'veâŠawakened something. You're not my type, anyway»
You start to move again in his grip, trying to punch him, but it's so easy for him to stop you.
«I just want to apologize 'cause i've acted by instinct, and is no good. And 'cause I've hurt you, of course»
He stares at you for five seconds before releasing his grip, and the first thing you say is:
«âŠnot your type? Seriously?»
His eyes widen under the mask.
«YouâŠis this really what you're interested in? Out of everything I've told you?»
«You haven't told me that much»
«What the hell-»
«And you're lucky i've liked it, otherwise i would have smash the whole set of weight on your face»
«Yeah, Yeah, sure, a gnome like you»
«I'm a gnome in berserk armor»
«Still a gnome»
«Fight me»
«I'm not wasting my time in a prison for your dead body»
«...weak»
«âŠdon't you dare, rookie»
«Rookie a pair of nuts»
«Watch you fucking mouth»
«I can't do it, there's no mirror in here»
«âŠok, maybe your murder is worth a life in prison»
«You're eating away your guts just 'cause i'm having the final say»
«No, but i'm going to eat your guts anytime soon»Â
«Try me! Fight that fucking gnome! Then, you're gonna make better apologies»
«My apologies were flawless»
«You said i'm not your type! AfterâŠafter making a mess out of me!»
«I've said, if you would have listen, that I was lead by my goddamn instinct»
«Yeah, and since when instinct tells you to ravage alone girls in the gym?»
«Since when i've heard you-»
He suddenly stops. Your mouth is still open, ready to talk back, when he starts to push you by the shoulder in order to get you out of his office immediately.
«Time is finished» he says as he tries to get rid of your presence.
But you're not ok with him.
«Nonononono, don't you even-»
«I've told you everything i had to»
«Fuck your excuses! You didn't even make me come!»
That wasn't a challenge. But somehow Ghost's brain classified it as such.
And the same night, in the gym, different machinesâŠyou spot him looking at you.
And your panties get instantly wet.
«No» you suddenly say. He gets closer.
«"No" what?»
«No. I won't»
«What?»
«Don't tease, you know "what"»
He doesn't listen to you, and starts a whole different topic:Â
«Wanna know something fun, kitty?»
«Can you find another nickname, please?»
Ghost's eyes make a turn under the eyelids, as he repeats: «Wanna know something fun, gnome?»
You make a pout, and he goes on:
«you've been the only one with enough guts to yell at me since fucking forever»
«Well, you've been the only one to touch my panties sinceâŠfucking forever. We're fair»
«âŠyou mean it?»
«What?»
«No boyfriend? No sex? Never?»
«Never. Don't make fun of me»
«Why should i?»
«Dunno. An almost thirty years old is suppose to have made something in her life»
«You're working. And living. That's enough»
You're about to grab a weight, but you leave it there, looking at Ghost through the mirror.
«âŠoh»
He raises an eyebrow.
«âŠoh? That's the most sensible thought you've got?»
«It's justâŠi've thoughtâŠwellâŠÂ»
«What? What was that little brain of your thinking?»
Your face blush like hell as he comes closer, every step of him is a skipped heartbeat for you.
«I-i've justâŠi've thought that someone like you may be moreâŠdemanding?»
«You don't know me» he towers you in all of his highs «little gnome. 'S dangerous making assumptions on your enemy without collecting intel, don't ya know?»
«You're not an enemy». You swallow, finding yourself hesitate. «âŠi believe»
«You don't seem so sure about it»
And then he gives you the most threatening, close up encounter with his mask, leaning on you like an eagle on a mouse.
«How come, little gnome?»
You swallow. Than you remember he's your fucking lieutenant, and you're in the base gym, and there shouldn't be nothing to worry about, really. And you feel like an idiot, blushing and lowering your eyes. You decide to use his weapons against him:
«âŠit's dangerous making assumptions on your allies without collecting intel»
And he stares at you, seeming happy with your answer.
«You do are a brat, don't you?»
«I'm the cutest rookie in the entire base»
«Someone's going to make ya eat that goddamn tongue of you»
«They're just jealous»
«'s not like that»
«âŠNo? Than w-»
«You can't talk back to your superior. You'll end up getting in trouble»
You instantly blush, blowing your cheeks.
«I've never-»
«You're doing it right now»
You blush more, become as red as the goddamn Snow White's apple. Your mouth is finally shutted, and he seems proud of his work. You try to make a step back, gaining some distance between you and his massive bodyâŠbut he follows you. He follows you and he gets closer, trapping you between him and the weights rack.
«IâŠdon't think i like brats that much»Â
Ghost is not touching you, but somehow you shiver under his voice as he's drilling your ears. Â
«I like you more with your little mouth shut»
The last word is perfectly underlined by his voice; another shiver down your spine, and you try to fill the silence to not explode under his presence:
«I'm afraid i'm not that good at staying silent, sir»
And he grabs you by the cheeks, squeezing them in one hand without effort, leaning on you as his gaze catches your red face:
«You did a great job yesterday, kitty»
And you melt in your panties. You do it with a little bit of regret just 'cause you'd rather endure a little bit more. You're about to say something, even if you know that as soon as you open your mouth the only thing that'll come out is a moan, andâŠ
He releases you, so suddenly you've to concentrate not to lose balance, stumbling on your feet. He grabs a weight, announcing dramatically:
«But i've seen you've got your mouth fucking open the 90% of the time. That's why you're not my type, little gnome»
«ButâŠyou've searched for me»
He stops, holding the weights silently; he's not looking at you, but you know he's waiting for you to keep on with the speech. You swallow again, your throat is almost dry now.
«I know you've heard me. That night. You've heard meïżœïżœïżœtouching. And-»
«So what? You were loud»
«Not that much- anyway, you've come in the gym just for me, i know it»
«No way»
«None come to the gym that late»
«But you were there»
«I'd a busy day- but that's not the point! I wasn't even watching you!»
He hiss a: «liar» in the middle of a curl. You cross your arms.
«âŠok. Ok, MAYBE i was, but just for one goddamn sec-»
«So you do like me»
«FOR GODDAMN-»
You shut your mouth, biting your lips before saying something that could cost you way worse than a scolding by your superior. Your feet stomp till the biggest weights you can lift, and you start your rdl sets, knowing you're gonna hurt your back.
But he's looking. He's looking through the mirrors (too many goddamn mirrors in this gym) and it hurts your pride how he's acting like he doesn't care that much. So you take a deep breath, and while resting after the first set you spit it out:
«So you've touched me just 'cause you've felt like discharging some frustration?»
His arms suddenly stop moving. He turns his gaze at you, watching you directly this time, as you keep on:
«'cause, you know, since i'm not your type i can't find other reasons why you should've come to do those things. My appearance doesn't turn you on, so you've just found the first random person to use»
You lift the weights again, ready to release your bomb:
«So childish. It's not that mature for someone in your position»
You have no time to get aware of him who's just thrown his weights on the floor, reached you in two big steps, and now he's taking your weights from your hands like they're light butterflies, also throwing them on the floor.
He's towering you again, fists clench and hazel eyes on you.
«âŠit's your fault»
Your eyes widen. You've expected something different.
«UhmâŠwhat?»
«That's why my apologies were good enough for you. 'S just your fault»
«What the hell of a fault did i-»
«You did it on purpose. ThoseâŠthose fucking sounds of yours, your bloody behave, everything. Goddamn. Everything»
«How?? How could-»
«I don't know, you bloody witch!»
«So learn to know yourself better!»
«Maybe you could behave like a normal human being!»
«I was!»
«Liar. Bloody liar, you've spent the most of the time jerking on every fucking chair you were touching»
«You're hallucinating»
«And you've walked with closed eyes if ya didn't even notice what the hell you were doing»
«I'm not some animal in heat!»
«You looked so!»
«You could've just asked me to stop instead of wetting your hands in my panties!»
«I-»
This is his time to bite his lips, choking words behind the mask. He stares at you, and you return the glare, arms crossed and ice cold eyes on him, pretending not to feel the wetness in your underwear.
He sighs.
«I could crush you with my bare hands»
You stay still, eyes wide open, hands buried in your sweatshirt, asking yourself why the hell does he seem so embarrassed out of nowhere. Ghost sighs again, louder, blowing hot air away as if he's trying to discharge his lungs from something heavy.Â
«It's been days you walk everywhere with those goddamn swallowed eyes of yours, adjusting your panties under the uniform, trembling at the tiniest touchâŠwhat the hell did you expect? To not be noticed? You, a little whimpering knot tied on itself?»
Your mind gets blind for a second.
You listen with your eyelid twitching. It isâŠunreal. He's not describing you, that's what you try to get in your brain, convincing yourself that you've not behaved as he's saying.Â
You start to mutter through your teeth: «âŠbutâŠno, no way, i'm not that-»
«Shameless? Dunno, have you ever tried looking at your fucking face in a mirror?»
«I-»
«Look little one, if you don't believe me, just ask someone else. Everyone have noticed»
«But-»
«'s not that i'm scolding you 'cause of your hormones. I'm just explaining myself»
«YouâŠyou're not explaining shit!»
«I am»
And he leaves you like this, curled on yourself, insecure and embarrassed. He turn on his heels, sending you a few last words:
«Ask the others 'bout it. The answer will surprise you»
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âź chef!Mingyu Ă fem baker!Reader wc: 6.6k summary: Mingyu and his wife, Y/N, get a little dirty while closing up the bakery the night before Christmas Eve. genres/themes/au: nothing but fluff and smut; holiday themes; non idol au, chef au, baker au, married couple au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, established relationship, mentions of stressful work conditions, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist: @yoonguurt @wonw00t @aikisbbq @enhacolor @duchesskaren @sherituhhh @wonderfulshinee @gaebestie @drunk-on-dk @seokgyuu @salty-for-suga @aaniag @dnylwoo @1004luvangel join my taglists: main | TFC: Holiday Special closes when part 7 goes up! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.
a/n: i'm back with more foodplay! It plays a much bigger role this time lol Mingyu and MC are pretty nasty, going at it in their own business kitchen. This one was so fun to write, expanding on their dynamic and how theyâve grown since meeting at camp all those years ago. Now theyâre married and the banter is adorable. I love their relationship. Thank you so much for reading and if you like this part, please reblog! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.
smut warnings: unprotected sex (they're married but yall should use protection unless ur married too just, protect yourself lol) oral (m receiving), marking (m receiving), strength kink, size kink, bottom!Mingyu (but he's stronk boy), foodplay (frosting, whipped cream, cherries, etc), some light temperature play (ice; f receiving, m receiving), creampie (yum), dirty talk, begging kink, slight degradation (m receiving), itâs dirty, itâs filthy, theyâre nasty lol
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Soft jazzy tunes floated through the air, drowned out by the chatter of customers as you headed back up to the front counter, a smile plastered on your face. Your cashier looked almost beside herself as she tried to get the terminal to work. âIâm here,â you said, drawing her attention. You could see the tears threatening to spill.
You felt your heart hurt for the poor girl. Amara was a hard worker but sheâd never worked the holiday season with you at your bakery so she wasnât prepared for the volume of orders, especially on Christmas Eve.
It was your fourth holiday season so you were falling into a practiced routine by this point. The rush, the influx of customers and orders, and of course, the Karens. Seeing as you were the owner of the establishment, you got to choose how to deal with these difficult customers as you saw fit.
The perks of being the boss.
Leaning in, you whispered in her ear. âGo into the back and take a break. I got this.â She nodded and thanked you, slipping past you and through the back door as you turned to greet the customer in front of you. âSorry about that,â you said softly as you exited the program on the computer and rebooted it.
âItâs her first Christmas working with us,â you explained. âHow can I help you?â
The man in front of you rolled his eyes and you could already tell what kind of interaction you were about to have. âMaybe this place should hire competent workers,â the man snapped angrily. You kept the smile on your face. âWe do hire competent workers,â you replied. âBut weâre all human and we all get overwhelmed and stressed from time to time.â
The man scoffed. âItâs unprofessional.â
The smile finally slipped from your face. âItâs unprofessional to be a human being?â you asked, a hint of confused annoyance to your voice. âItâs unprofessional to get emotional at work. Itâs a place of business.â You narrowed your eyes. âAnd itâs childish to berate and scream and curse at an eighteen year old girl,â you snapped back, taking the man by surprise.
âHow dare you speak to me like that,â he said indignantly, puffing up with an air of superiority. âI want to speak to your manager!â âAh⊠the magic words,â you thought to yourself, smiling inwardly. âIâm sorry, sir,â you replied. âThe manager isnât here right now.â
Mingyu cursed to himself as he walked, tripping over the curb but thankfully didnât fall. He continued to the back passenger door of his car, opening it before leaning down to grab the paper sacks, balancing them precariously in his arms as he attempted to close the door with his hip.
Only once it clicked shut and the car beeped, signaling it locked, did Mingyu walk away, heading down the sidewalk towards the bakery. Heâd gone to grab some last minute supplies as you had run out of a few spices and some extracts. Heâd also grabbed the stuff to whip up a pre-Christmas Eve dinner for you and your workers.
He cursed the busy sidewalk and businesses lining the street for making him park so far away and having to walk the rest of the way to the bakery. He knew the place was busy but he didnât realize how busy it was going to be.
Upon reaching the bakery, he swore under his breath as he realized his hands were no longer free to open the door and let himself in. Lucky for him, a patron chose that exact moment to exit, their purchases in their hands. They held the door for him, allowing him to enter the establishment. Mingyu thanked them and hurried in where the crowd seemed to have doubled in size.
As he reached the counter, he set the bags down, opening the small door before grabbing the bags and moving to the back where he set them down, looking around. He caught the eye of one of your bakers and gestured at the bags. âCould you unload these for me. Iâm gonna pop up front and help Y/N,â
The baker, Geoffrey, nodded and moved over to the table as Mingyu shrugged out of his coat, hung it up, and grabbed an apron, tying it on before heading out into the store front where he saw you standing at the register, arguing with an older man who was red in the face.
Mingyu walked over, ready to launch over the counter at the man who was currently shouting at his wife.
âWhatâs going on here?â Mingyu asked, announcing his arrival. The man looked up from you, giving Mingyu a once over. A smile of relief spread over your face. âPerfect,ïżœïżœ you said. âHereâs the manager,â you said, turning back to the man and stepping away from the terminal to help the next guest while Mingyu took your place.
âWhat seems to be the problem, sir?â Mingyu asked, knowing before the man even spoke what he would be dealing with. It was a sort of code between the two of you, calling him the manager was just a way of setting up the rude customers to realize the consequences of their actions.
Most of the time, when Mingyu entered the equation, they would demand that you be fired for being incompetent or rude or refusing to give a discount. It often led to hilarity when Mingyu, keeping up with the charade, would insist he canât do that before revealing that you were the owner.
Which is what he was prepared to do but he didnât have the chance when the red-faced man spoke.
âIâve never been treated so poorly in an establishment in all my life!â he shouted, drawing the attention of most of the customers, some who were already recording the exchange on their phones. âIâm friends with the owner! I should call him and tell him what an awful bunch of employees heâs allowing to run his business.
Mingyu kept the fake smile on his face. âOh, you know the owner?â Mingyu asked, to which the man nodded, pulling his phone out. âIâll call him right now!â he threatened. Mingyu shook his head. âDonât worry about it,â he started, picking up the phone. âIâve got the owner on speed dial,â he added, pushing a series of buttons. He waited for the first ring before handing the phone to the man.
âItâs ringing,â he said. âYou can talk to the owner yourself.â The man snatched the phone and held it to his ear, grumbling about finally getting real service. Mingyu waited by the terminal, apologizing to the customers waiting patiently behind the man.
You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and apologized to the customer in front of you. She was a regular so she understood that when the bossâ phone rings, the boss had to answer it. You checked the screen and saw it was the number for the store calling you. Resisting the urge to smile, you excused yourself to the customer and swiped the green button, bringing the device to your ear.
âHello?â you asked, glancing over to where Mingyu stood, giving you a devilish smile, the irate man holding your store phone to his ear. âYeah,â the man snapped. âI want to speak to the owner of this bakery. Where is he?â Still fighting back that smile, you responded.
âOh, thatâs me. Iâm the owner!â
The man looked up from the phone, turning his head to lock eyes with you. He then pulled the phone from his ear and looked at Mingyu. âWhat is this? Sheâs the one who was rude to me!â Mingyu took the phone from the man, hanging it up. âYeah,â Mingyu replied. âSheâs the owner. If youâre going to lie about knowing the owner, at least do your research about the place youâre trying to scam,â Mingyu said, looking up at the man, his smile now gone. âAlso, youâre lucky I love my wife too much to cause a scene in her establishment. So either we can start over from the top and you can be nice or you can get out and never come back,â Mingyu said, crossing his arms over his chest.
âItâs your choice.â
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âThank you, come again!â you called, waving as the last of the patrons exited and you walked over to flip the sign, turning the lock on the door and turned around to look at Mingyu who was counting the drawer. You walked over with a sigh, giving Amara a smile as she started to sweep.
âThank you for handling that customer,â Amara said softly. âHe reminded me of my dad and I just couldnâtïżœïżœâ she trailed off. You placed a comforting hand on her back. âItâs alright, Amara,â you told her. âI donât deal with customers like that. I give them one chance to start over and if they donât, they donât get served. Iâm not going to let customers walk all over me or my employees.â
âBabe,â Mingyu called, making you look in his direction. âCan you take over for me? Iâm gonna get started on that dinner.â You nodded, moving around to the backside of the counter and over to the terminal. âThank you,â he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek and disappearing into the back.
You started counting, adding to his progress as Amara continued to sweep. She reached the counter and glanced at the door before leaning on the counter. âMiss Y/N?â she asked, making you look up with wide eyes. You hadnât noticed sheâd gotten so close. âYes?â
âIt might be a little personal but can I ask you something?â You nodded as you finished counting the drawer and shut the drawer, keeping the till in your hands. âWhatâs it like, being married to the nicest, most handsome guy in the world?â
You let out a laugh at her question. You werenât laughing at her, just at the wording. âDonât let Mingyu hear you say that,â you said softly. âItâll fan his ego even more.â Amara smiled but waited for your answer all the same. âBeing married to Mingyu is like having a massive, overly excited golden retriever but it can talk. Heâs nice and always happy,â you explained.
âBut heâs also clumsy, loyal, honest, and trustworthy,â you continued, shifting your weight to your other foot. âHeâs a people pleaser,â you added. âAlways wanting to help or be involved in some way, which is why heâs making dinner for the staff right now.â Amaraâs smile widened.
âYou really hit the jackpot, didnât you?â she asked in a dreamy voice. You smiled, nodding. âI certainly did,â you replied, making your way over to the door to the back. âTaking the kitchen assistant position at summer camp when I was in culinary school was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.â Amara tilted her head. âWhyâs that?â she asked.
âThatâs where I met Mingyu.â
Amara went back to her sweeping while you entered the kitchen, eyes landing on your husband as he stood at the stove, a steaming saucepan on one of the back burners as he stirred something in a skillet. You tore your gaze from him, heading for the office instead to finish up your closing duties.
As you separate the cash transactions, resetting the drawer to its starting amount and putting the sales away in the safe. Shutting the door, you returned to your desk to finish up some paperwork youâd been putting off. As you were filing it away, you heard a knock on the door and looked up at one of your employees. âHey, is it alright if I take off? My wife and the baby are waiting for me for Christmas Eve dinner and I really donât wanna keep them waiting.â You smiled up at them.
âSure, Candy,â you answered. âMake sure to take one of the extra pies on the counter. And tell Bethany I said hello,â you added. Candy smiled at you, thanking you as they headed back into the kitchen. You heard them call out a holiday parting to Mingyu who repeated the sentiment.
Getting up from the desk, you walked over to the door and peered into the kitchen. Mingyu was plating the finished food and looked up as you entered the kitchen. âCandy just left,â he announced, returning his gaze to his work. âI know,â you replied, walking over to where he stood.
âI told her to take one of the pies,â you added. Mingyu looked up at you before looking at the counter where the pies stood. âI hope they didnât take the cherry one,â he pouted as he went back to his work. You rolled your eyes playfully, leaning against the counter.
âThe cherry is already put away for us.â you replied, smiling when your husband looked up at you with excited eyes. He finished spooning sauce onto the food and returned the skillet to the stove. âSo,â you started, looking down at the plates. There were four of them. âWhat have you made for us today, Chef?â
Mingyu moved back, standing in front of you, his hands landing on your hips. âI like it when you call me that,â he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. âMakes me feel all tingly.â You pushed him back playfully. âAlright, pervert,â you replied as Amara and one of your chefs, Finn, walked into the kitchen. âDinner is served,â you said, narrowing your eyes at Mingyu.
âTell them what youâve made,â you added, turning to face Amara and Finn.
They were your two youngest employees. Amara was still in high school but wanted to become a pastry chef like you and Finn. Her parents were both successful in business and from what Amara let on, they werenât very involved in her life except financially so she had come to see you as sort of an authority figure, likening you to the older sister she never had.
Finn, on the other hand, had moved across the country, settling in this town and finding work at your bakery the year it opened. Finnâs family were back in his hometown and he could never afford to fly home to see them so you had always made sure to make it known he was welcome to spend the holidays with you and Mingyu.
âI have made for you, pan-seared duck breast with a peppercorn cream sauce and roasted garlic butter parmesan potatoes,â he announced, gesturing at the plates. âAnd!â he added, rushing over to the fridge, opening it and disappearing for a moment to emerge with two unopened bottles of red wine.
âCould you grab the glasses for me?â Mingyu asked and you shook your head, walking over to your office to grab four glasses. Amara looked nervously from the bottle of wine to you and back. âAm I⊠allowed to have wine?â she asked softly. âI donât want to get in trouble.â
You smiled as you returned. âThis one,â you said, tapping one of the bottles on the lid. âIs my favorite wine and is a non-alcoholic wine by Leitz.â You could see the relief wash over Amaraâs face. âAnd this one is a Jacques Bourguignon,â Mingyu added, tapping the other bottle. âIt does have alcohol.â
You rolled your eyes as you opened the bottle of Leitz, pouring a glass for yourself and one for Amara as Mingyu opened and poured a glass of the Bourguignon for Finn and himself. The four of you stood in the kitchen, sipping on your wines and cutting into your food.
âThis is amazing!â Amara said with a sigh. âI had no idea you could cook so well!â Laughter burst out of you as you sat on the counter, nursing your glass of non-alcoholic wine. Finn doubled over, clutching his stomach in laughter as Mingyu looked slightly offended.
Amara glanced from you to Finn, confusion on her face. âWhat did I say?â she asked, pouting. You patted her shoulder from your spot. âMingyu is a chef,â you answered. Amaraâs eyes widened comically as she started sputtering an apology. âIâm so sorry! I had no idea! I thought he was just really good at cooking!â You stifled more laughter with a sip of your wine.
Mingyu shook his head. âItâs okay,â he replied. âI donât really talk about it much,â he continued. âBut I actually own a restaurant.â Amaraâs eyes widened even more as she started apologizing again. âItâs okay!â Mingyu reassured her and you smiled fondly, watching your husband comfort the poor girl.
After eating, Finn headed out after you refused to let him do the dishes, telling him you and Mingyu had it covered. You headed back into the office to check your calendar and finish the rest of your paperwork while Mingyu and Amara worked on cleaning up the kitchen.
At about half past 7, you decided you were done with your office duties. Anything you didnât finish today you could finish the day after Christmas. You stretched your arms, flexing your fingers before getting up and opening the door to see how Mingyu and Amara were getting on.
âHave you finished cleaning up,â you asked, peering into the kitchen to see your husband standing at the counter. He looked up, meeting your gaze. âNot yet,â Mingyu answered, lowering his gaze back down to the bowl of frosting on the counter. âI sent Amara home,â he added, glancing back up as you entered the kitchen, moving over to stand beside him and starting to collect the decorating tools.
âHer parents are hosting a party so I said we can manage,â Mingyu continued. âHope that was okay,â he added and you nodded, looking up at him. âOf course,â you replied, looking back down as you gathered the icing bags and tips. âI donât mind cleaning up the kitchen with my husband.â
Mingyuâs smile widened, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek. âBesides,â you continued, dropping the tools in the hot soapy water and moving back to grab the silicone spatulas. âIf she was here I couldnât do this,â you added, swiping your finger over the spatula you just grabbed, the tip coated in white chocolate sauce. You turned to your husband, reaching up to spread the sauce on his cheek, letting out a giggle as you licked your finger clean.
Mingyu snorted, reaching a hand up to wipe up your mess but you stopped him, pulling his face to yours before licking the sweet confectionary off his skin. âYah,â Mingyu whined as you pulled back and licked your lips. âI guess itâs a good thing I sent her home,â he continued.
âIf she had seen that, I would have been very embarrassed.â
You rolled your eyes and moved to take the other silicone spatula, scooping some of the chocolate sauce on your finger. When Mingyu wasnât paying attention, you dabbed some onto his face, smearing it near the corner of his mouth.
âStop,â he chuckled, grabbing the spatula. âIâm gonna be all sticky.â
You snorted into a giggle as you fought your husband for dominance over the spatula. Mingyu took his chance to smear some chocolate sauce on your face, laughing when you stared at him in stunned silence. âGotcha!â he chuckled. You pulled the spatula free and started to advance on him.
âNo!â he squealed, running from you, his long legs helping him cross the kitchen quickly. You on the other hand were just fast, catching up to him and cornering him against the corner counters. âI was just returning the favor!â he whined as you wiggled your fingers, the tip of your index still covered in white chocolate.
âHere,â you said, holding out your hand. âEven the playing field.â You offered your finger with the chocolate sauce on it. Mingyu stared at the spatula in your hand, breathing a sigh of relief when you tossed it into the sink nearby. Mingyu took your hand, pulling it towards his face and sticking your finger in his mouth, cleaning the chocolate off your skin.
The action was one youâd done many times, letting him lick everything from whipped cream to cheese sauce from your finger. He was never one to turn down having your fingers in his mouth. The pent up frustration from the day pushed you to pull your hand from his mouth, grabbing the front of his smock and pulling him into a heated kiss, tasting the chocolate on his tongue.
You pulled back after a moment, your lungs burning and screaming for air. Mingyu turned your head, immediately licking off the frosting on your cheek slowly, taking his time to savor it. You let out a groan, feeling one of his hands wander down, fingers squeezing your ass.
âYour turn,â you whispered, your voice slightly hoarse as you tilted his hand and licked the frosting from his face, ending in a sloppy kiss that tasted like a mix of white and milk chocolate sauces.
âWe should probably finish closing up,â you murmured as Mingyu pulled back, resting his forehead against yours. âYeah,â he replied breathlessly. âWe probably should.â
Despite agreeing, neither one of you moved first until Mingyuâs hands wandered up, cupping your chest. âOr,â he offered, pulling back to look into your eyes. âWe can finish off these sauces before we let the bowls soak.â You studied his face, looking into his eyes before coming to a conclusion.
âOkay,â you replied. âGo make sure the front door is locked,â you ordered.
Mingyu was off like a cannon, rushing to the storefront to make sure the door was locked, neon sign turned off before he returned to the kitchen as you were pulling out another steel bowl from the fridge and the leftover strawberries. You turned as he started to untie his apron.
âI figure we can eat some of this stuff with the leftover fruit,â you explained, showing him the bowl and the basket of strawberries. Mingyu flashed you a wide grin as you walked over to the counter and set your finds on the metal surface, moving to untie your apron.
You felt your husbands nimble fingers tug at the knots and help you remove the article. You turned, thanking him with a kiss before taking both yours and his aprons over to the hamper and tossing them in. You returned to Mingyu, hopping up onto the counter and picking up a strawberry. You dipped it into the chocolate and held it up for Mingyu.
He smirked, parting his lips and allowing you to push the chocolate covered fruit in his mouth. Mingyu dipped a piece of melon in the cream cheese frosting, holding it up for you to take it. You parted your lips slowly, keeping your gaze locked on his as you leaned forward, taking the fruit in your mouth.
You noticed the way your husbandâs eye lingered on your lips, even after you pulled back with a grin.
The two of you continued to feed one another fruit and chocolate sauce. As you leaned back, holding yourself up with one of your hands, Mingyu leaned in, taking your lips in a measured kiss. Your lips parted and you felt his tongue along with chocolate sauce spill into your mouth.
âCome here,â Mingyu murmured, hands reaching up to undo the buttons on your chef smock, his lips meeting yours once more. Once he managed to undo the last button, he pushed the fabric aside, groaning as he buried his face into your chest, immediately kissing at your skin.
âThis needs to come off,â he growled, pulling back just enough to undo the front closure on your bra and pull it off of you along with your smock. You groaned, back arching into his touch as you felt his mouth close around one of your nipples, tongue swirling around the bud.
You leaned back, one hand tangling in the mess of his black locks while the other supported your body. Mingyu pulled back, reaching over to grab a strawberry which he dipped in white chocolate sauce and promptly started to trail up your body from your navel. He smeared the sauce up your stomach and between your breasts, stopping to spread some over your nipple before holding the strawberry to your lips. You took it, moaning as his head ducked down to your stomach, licking up the path of the sauce.
Your thighs tightened around his waist as his tongue brushed over your nipple, taking it into his mouth to suck off the chocolate. Mingyu pulled back, moving back up to kiss you again, his hands fumbling with the ties on your pants. âWhat about you?â you whined. Mingyu chuckled as he pulled your pants down, thanking you when you lifted your hips to assist him.
âYouâll get your turn,â he murmured. âLay down,â he instructed. You did as he asked, moaning as he kissed his way down your stomach, lips meeting the band of your panties. He stopped to glance up, meeting your gaze before he continued to kiss over the thin lace.
You moaned out his name, spreading your thighs wider as you felt his tongue press against you, only the black lace separating his tongue from where you wanted it the most. âF-ah! Fuck, baby,â you whimpered as you felt Mingyu leaned more into it, heat from his mouth spreading through your soaked panties.
âJust take them off, please!â
Mingyu pulled your panties down your legs, dropping them with the rest of your clothes. His head was back between your thighs quickly, tongue flicking rapidly against your clit as he held your thighs open. Your back arched off the counter, fingers tangling in his hair as you tried to push his head closer.
Mingyu groaned as you tugged on his hair, the sound vibrating against your cunt and sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. âOh shit,â you gasped, eyes rolling shut as Mingyu licked and sucked at the sensitive bundle of nerves. The slurping sounds, coupled with your mewls and his groans against your pussy filled the room. It was so lewd and almost vile. Youâd have to remember to sanitize and sterilize this station before opening back up on the 27th.
Mingyuâs fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs as he held your thighs open, tongue and lips messily moving against your cunt. âSo good,â you breathed out, combing your fingers through his hair. You felt one of his hands slide up your body to grope at your chest, kneading gently as he continued to suckle.
âMâclose,â you warned suddenly, feeling the tension in your body build, ready to snap at any moment. Instead of pulling away and letting you fall back from the edge, Mingyu drove you over it, tongue flicking in quick motions against your clit, groaning at the taste as you came, your juices flowing out of your pulsating hole.
âFuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,â you groaned, fingers in Mingyuâs hair tightening as you held his head still, your hips moving of their own accord, grinding yourself on his tongue as you rode out your high. Mingyu pulled away much too soon for your liking and as you were about to protest, he pressed his lips against yours, tongue slipping into your mouth.
âTastes so good, baby,â he groaned against your lips. âTastes better than anything,â he murmured as he pulled back. âY-your turn,â you stammered, trying to sit up but Mingyu held you down. âLater, angel,â he replied. âLet me just fuck you real good.â
You shook your head, pushing him back as you sat up. You made quick work of his shirt, tossing it aside as you turned your head to the chocolate sauce and dipped a piece of fruit into it, bringing it up to Mingyuâs lips before dipping a finger into the same sauce and smearing it across his chest and some down his stomach.
You slid from the counter, lowering yourself to lick the sauce from his skin. Mingyu let out a groan. You stood back up, grinning at him for a moment before grabbing the bowl of chocolate sauce and dropping to your knees. Mingyu watched as you undid the button on his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear, almost groaning yourself as his cock sprang free.
He was fully erect, tip red and leaking as you let his pants and underwear pool at his ankles. You dipped your finger in the chocolate sauce and carefully spread it along the underside of his cock, licking your finger clean before grabbing the base of his shaft and lifting his cock.
Mingyuâs eyes fluttered shut as you licked a strip up his cock, cleaning the chocolate before swallowing. You then make sure to clean it all up before taking all of him in your mouth quickly. Your husband let out a groan, one hand moving to brace himself against the counter behind you while the other moved to the top of your head, stroking your hair gently.
âFuck, thatâs it baby,â he groaned, hips starting to move in tandem with the bobbing of your head. You let go of his cock, placing both hands on his thighs as you let him guide your movements. His cock hit the back of your throat, filling the room with a wet, lewd gagging sound. You pulled back, looking up at him.
Mingyu could have cum from the sight alone, you naked on your knees, looking up at him with glossy eyes, saliva starting to spill down your chin. âFuck my face,â you gasped hoarsely. Mingyu didnât need to hear it again, grabbing your head and guiding your lips to the tip of his cock.
He let out a moan as your head sank further, his cock gliding back into your mouth. He started slowly, giving a few measured thrusts before setting a steady pace, pumping in and out of your mouth. Each pull back, you allowed your tongue to swirl around the head of his cock until he stopped pulling out entirely. You gagged around him as he thrust into your mouth.
Your hands moved up to his hips, pulling him in as you tried to take all of his cock. âOh fuck,â you heard him groan as the head of his cock slipped into your throat. You gagged around his cock, throat constricting as you tried to swallow. âAh, shit!â he hissed. He pulled your head back, allowing air to fill your lungs again as his cock twitched.
Your hand moved back, fingers wrapping around him as you continued the momentum, stroking him quickly, spitting onto the head of his cock to add to the lubrication. âFuck, fuck! Stop, baby!â He moaned, hand wrapping around your wrist. âIâm gonna cum if you donât stop!â
You gave the head of his cock a light lick, giggling and looking up at him. Mingyu groaned at the sight and grabbed your wrist, tugging you up gently. âUp,â he ordered, helping you back up to the counter before he grabbed his cup of ice water.
âWhatâre you doing?â you asked, watching as he pulled the lid off and took a tip, tipping his head back. When he lowered the cup, he set it aside, leaving the lid off. In his teeth, he held an ice cube. He leaned forward, leaving open mouth kisses along your collar and chest with the ice cube gliding over your skin easily.
A chill went up your spine, nipples peaking as his mouth moved closer. You let out a gasp, feeling the icy liquid against the sensitive skin of your areolas. Mingyu swirled his tongue, allowing the melting ice cube to move around your nipple.
He pulled back, grabbing the cup and dumping more ice into his mouth. He kissed down your stomach, pushing you flat on your back as his head dipped between your thighs. You felt the ice against your clit and gasped loudly. His tongue toyed with your clit, the cold sensation contrasting with the heat radiating from between your legs.
Mingyu pulled back, swallowing down the ice. You sat up, grabbing his cup and dumped some ice into your mouth, pushing him back as you sucked on the cube. You lowered yourself, to your knees, fisting his cock before guiding the head back to your mouth.
Mingyu groaned out, pounding his hand against the metal counter as your cold mouth took more and more of his hot cock. You bobbed your head a few times, allowing the melting ice to rub along the underside of his cock.
âF-fuck,â he shivered. âGet up here,â he growled, pulling your head back and guiding you back to your feet. âOn the counter.â You must not have moved fast enough for him because he turned you away, pushing you over the counter as he guided the head of his cock to your dripping entrance.
You felt him rub the tip around your slit, gathering your wetness and smearing it. You felt him rub his cock against you, rutting against your ass and dragging the underside of his shaft through your folds. âMâgonna fuck you so good,â you heard him groan, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance again before taking your hips in his hands and pushing in.
You mewled, your walls stretching to accommodate the head of his cock. He stilled for a moment, panting as he tried to hold back but the way you wiggled your hips made it harder and harder and soon, he was bracing himself, fingers tightening on your waist before plunging his cock into you with one thrust.
The sudden intrusion caused you to cry out in both pain and pleasure, the ache and sting of the stretch pairing with the pleasure of feeling him filling you raw with his thick cock. âLift this,â he urged, grabbing the back of your thigh and guiding your leg up, knee bent as he pushed your chest against the steel.
âStay just like that,â he groaned, moving his hand back to your waist. He thrust into you, pulling back only slightly before thrusting again, setting a steady rhythm. He looked down, watching his cock sink into your cunt repeatedly, groaning at the sight of your juices already coating his shaft.
âThatâs right,â he scoffed when you moaned loudly, fingers curling into a fist as you tried to brace yourself against his thrusts. âOnly I fuck you this good, donât I?â he groaned. You moaned in response, back arching as his hips started to slap against your ass.
âYou like it when I stuff you full of this cock, donât you?â he asked. You nodded, head dropping as you lost yourself in the pleasure. âY-yes!â you gasped out. âLove it when you fuck my tight pussy with your big cock, Mingyu!â
You were stroking his ego but then again, your husband had pretty good thrust and hip game when it came to sex. He always left you feeling more than satisfied. âThatâs right,â he retorted. âYouâre such a little slut for me.â
Your walls clenched around him before you started to push back to meet his thrusts. The sudden action had him doubling over your back with a deep groan. âMm, fuck!â you growled. âOh shit. I love it when you do that,â Mingyu gasped. âLove it when you fuck yourself on my cock. Keep going, baby.â
You felt him slow his movements but you kept the momentum going, fucking yourself back on his cock, gasping and moaning as the tip nudged your cervix with each thrust. âOh fuck, yeah,â Mingyu moaned, hands moving to the counter on either side of you, holding him up.
âKeep going,â he continued. âFuck yourself. Use me like your own person fuck toy,â he added. âOh god, Mingyu!â you whimpered, thighs shaking as your ass hit Mingyuâs hips with each thrust. âCall me your dirty little fuck toy,â Mingyu pleaded, his voice becoming breathless as he met your movements.
âYou think you can tell me what to do?â you asked, glancing over your shoulder at him. âYouâre my fucking slut,â you growled back. âBegging me to fuck your cock like some kind of whore.â Mingyuâs cock twitched, a groan escaping him. He made no attempt to move his hands, content to let you move at your own pace for now.
âGood, look at you,â you continued. âWilling to let me use that thick cock to get myself off.â
âHow pathetic.â
âIâm sorry,â Mingyu said quickly. âIâll be good,â he added. âJust keep using me.â
You scoffed, turning your head to look back forward. âI want you to fuck me,â you retorted. âI want you to fuck me hard. Make me scream. Make my legs shake. Make it so I canât stand tomorrow.â
You felt his hands on your hips. âYou sure, angel?â you heard him whisper. You nodded. âYes,â you replied. âFuck me, Mingyu. Fuck me hard.â Mingyu didnât need to be told twice, grabbing your hips hard as he slammed into you from behind, a gasp ripping from your throat.
He set a relentless pace, pounding into you from behind as he drove both of you towards orgasm. âYour cock is so big, Gyu,â you moaned, cheek pressed against the cool metallic surface. âFeels so good. Feel it so deep.â âGod, yes, Gyu. Please,â you whined.
âPlease give it to me. Give it all to me,â you continued, his cock starting to twitch rapidly, each drag of your walls raw against his cock sending him further and further towards the edge. âF-fuck!â he gasped. âMâgonna cum, baby,â he warned. âWhere you want it baby?â Mingyu asked, glancing down at you.
âInside me. Just cum inside me, Gyu. Fill me up with your cum.â
He groaned, leaning over your back and sinking his teeth into your shoulder, sucking against your skin as his hips slammed into you, his release washing over him. Thick ropes of cum spilled inside you, painting your walls in white.
Mingyu rode out both your highs, thrusting sloppily into you as he forced his cum further into you. When his hips finally came to a halt, he let out a breathy chuckle and pushed himself up, looking down at the indentation of his teeth in your shoulder. He pulled back to see where his cock disappeared inside you, the base of it coated in his cum.
He internally winced as he pulled out, both from the sudden change and from the sight of his cum spilling out of your abused cunt. He gathered some of it with his fingers, pushing it back into you. âKeep that in there,â he said playfully as he looked down at your pussy.
âWe need to finish cleaning up,â he murmured, moving to grab a clean kitchen towel and wet it before wiping your thighs and sex clean. He helped you back into your clothes before pulling his own on. You cleaned up the rest of the leftover chocolate sauce and fruit, dumping the bowls into the soapy water that was surprisingly still hot.
Mingyu washed the dishes while you cleaned and sanitized the counter youâd defiled. Once the dishes were clean and you were certain the countertop was sterilized, you returned to his side, sighing as he pulled you into his warm embrace. âCan we go now?â he asked softly, tilting your head back so he could kiss you.
You smiled against his lips, pulling back to nod and answer him. âYes. Weâre done and we can finally leave.â Mingyuâs lips spread into a wide grin. âPerfect,â he responded, taking your hand and pressing it against his growing erection. âAgain?â you asked incredulously. He nodded with a mischievous glint in his eye.
âIâm not done with you just yet.â
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Just Take It | Part Three | Jungkook's Point of View
Summary: Jungkook is losing his grip and con't seem to get you out of his head, little does he know he's all you've been able to think about too. Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 3.5k~ (Damn this was supposed to be a short one lmao) Read Part 3 from oc's pov first! Warnings: Smuuuuttt, Explicit Language and a crap ton of pet names (Mirror of the dialogue from part 3) a/n: So I got this request and I figured it would be fun to write an alternate chapter in Jungkook's pov so send in asks if you would like to see more of these hehe Drabble requested by an anon đ
After coming home from the gym I take my time getting into the shower, making sure I have something planned for dinner when she comes home.
"Shit" I mumble, all these fucking hormones have been driving me wild these days. What am I a teenager? Just the thought of her at this point drives me mad. The fact that she comes home to me night after night and fills my whole house with her scent.
I don't know how I've managed to hold myself back for this long. After checking things out down here I go upstairs and start the shower and let it run for a while, waiting for it to warm up.
Taking a good look in the mirror I take note of my dilated pupils. I close my eyes and take deep breaths, trying to ground myself but nothing seems to be working. If anything it's getting worse.
I clench my jaw as I feel myself start to get hard just by the thought of her tired little body coming home after a long day at work, so ready to rest and relax with me for the night.Â
Fuck I wish I could do something to help the both of us relax.
She was always a shy girl around me, so innocent and kind and beautiful and "Fuck" I curse at the feeling of my dick rubbing my against my boxers and I know I'm done for. Looking down I see the obvious tent that's slowly growing under my sweats and I know I'm gonna need to take care of it.
Stripping out of my clothes I walk into the shower and let the water run down my back, my hand pressed up against the wall as I look down at my dick that's begging to be touched.
'I really shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be thinking about her like this, but I can't control myself. I wrap my hand around it, pumping it back and forth at a lazy pace, coaxing myself to get harder.
"Shit" I groan as I run my thumb over the head, collecting the pre cum that's already started to leak out. I take my time playing with just the tip, teasing myself and making my hips stutter from the need of more friction.
"Y/n" I call out quietly, loving how her name tastes on my tongue while I'm doing something so forbidden. I rub my pre cum up and down my shaft, making obscene noises that make me close my eyes, helping me imagine that it's her thatâs here doing this to me.
Bucking my hips into my fist I rest my forehead against the wall, steadying myself and letting my hips thrust as hard as they want, chasing that delicious high I'm begging to chase. "Fuck yes Bunny just like that. Shit y/n, fuck" I groan, lost in the moment and not giving a fuck if anyone were to hear me.Â
She won't be home until later so fuck it.
Squeezing harder leaves me grunting and my hips falter, my fist now running up and down my cock, giving me so my pleasure it's almost too much. I let out a breathy moan, thinking about the image of her on her knees, with those innocent doe eyes playing with me and learning how to please me.
"Fuck, wish I could have you in here y/n. My pretty little Bunny" I let out, a little louder than I would've liked but who gives a fuck. All I care about is fantasizing about my naĂŻve little girl asking to suck me off, eyes watering but begging me to teach her so she can make me feel good.
"Darling want you so so bad. Come choke on this cock, there you go, just like that Bun" I say, a trail of curses following as I feel myself getting closer to the edge. Her, hair, her eyes, her smile, those lips, those gorgeous lips that taunted me with pleas for me to take it. Take her and be her first.
"Shit" I curse, my hand having a mind of it's own as it picks up the pace, bringing me higher and higher until I tip over. Her name attached to a string of curses, dying to be able to praise her for how good she is to me. How good she would be for me.
Turning the shower water to cold I quickly wash my hair and body and try to erase the memory of what I just did. I know that I don't have the time to do it again and from the way I fucking came so hard I don't think I would be able to live it down if I let that happen again just from the memory of her alone.
Getting out of the shower and checking the time I'm grateful to see that I don't have to worry about having been too loud since there's still an hour or so before she's due back.
Even if she did hear me I wouldn't give a fuck. I know she knows that I'm attracted to her and oh what a conversation starter that would be....
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Things were weird when she came home and dinner was even weirder. As I watch her head upstairs after saying goodnight I go over our various conversations today.
When she came home she didn't have her bags with her like she always does. She brings her purse and her laptop bag in every single day so the sight of her walking in without them could only mean one thing.
She definitely heard me in the shower today. Fuck, I know I said that I wouldn't care if she heard me but now after seeing the way she was acting tonight I can't help but wonder if I messed up.Â
She's a fucking virgin and she walks in today, exhausted from work and the first thing she hears is a grown man moaning and fantasizing about her in the shower.
I should've been more careful. Fuck I shouldn't have done it at all.
After going round and round and cursing at myself for scaring her off I decide it's time to head to bed. There's no use staying up if I'm just gonna stress out about how I fucked up. Not like I can go back and change things now.
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Tossing and turning is added to the act of scolding myself, the act of having gone to bed not making things any better like I had thought. In fact it's made things worse.
Fuck if I had no sense of self respect I would do it all over again but I can't. I need to make things right by her. I need to apologize.
Against my best efforts I'm not able to drift of to sleep in the slightest so I decide to get a glass of water downstairs and take a breather to hopefully aide in making these doubts find their way out but right when I open my door I hear noises coming from her room.
I slowly walk towards it, thinking that she might've left the TV on or something. I stop in my tracks, the roles definitely having been reversed now as I hear her breathy moans unlike me, trying her best to stay quiet.
I wish she would get louder. I wish I could have her screaming and moaning my name so loud that even the neighbors can hear it.
"Jungkook please" are the words I had only dreamed of hearing from her, her melodic voice dripping with need and I can tell she's so desperate to cum. She sounds adorable, but I bet she'll start to get frustrated soon. Upset that her fingers are too small to do the job.
"Fuck!" I hear fall from her lips, making me want to fall to my knees.Â
I never knew she would have such a dirty mouth. I fucking wish I could watch her as she comes undone and as her whines get louder I decide to place my hand on the door knob and twist it open. One little peek won't do any harm.
With the way I'm planning on fighting for her she'll be showing me a lot more than just a small glance like this soon enough.
"Jungkook please" she begs again as I crack the door open. 'Fuck it I can't handle this' I think to myself and take in the sight in front of me. Her silhouette alone making me dizzy. The way she pinches her erect nipples and whines as she no doubt plays with her clit making me want to worship the ground she walks on.
"Please what Bunny?" I chance, watching the guilt of me catching her and no doubt scaring her beyond belief flood her facial expressions but I press on nonetheless. "M-mr. Jeon?" she stutters, the scare making her go back to using formalities again.Â
She's so fucking pretty.
"Come on Darling, you know better than that. Now what were you saying? Jungkook please? Please what Bun?" I say, slowly walking towards her, going around the bed to sit on the side closest to her and she pulls the sheet up to cover herself, scared and unsure of what to do.
"What would you like me to do for you baby?" I say when I finally sit down, the bed dipping under my weight and watching as she scoots over, not to get away from me but to make room which pleases me greatly.
"Look at how cute you are. Confident enough to moan my name while I'm sleeping just a few doors down but now that you've been caught you can't even say a word. But you sounded so pretty Darling. Can you say it again for me?" I taunt, chancing a kiss under her ear and when I feel all of her muscles relax into my touch I know I've got her.
"Come on Bunny, I know you know how to use your words" I whisper, my mouth practically on her ear garnering a shiver from her in response.
"P-please Jungkook" she chokes out, almost as if she was scared of the sound of her own voice. "Please what Darling?" I say, ghosting my lips all along her neck, breathing in that intoxicating scent I know so well but drowning in the intensity of it coming directly from the source.
The things I would do to ruin her right here, right now. But I need to be patient, need to bide my time and work for her. We might be rushing things now but neither of us can stand another moment of this game we've been playing.
"Please let me cum" she whines and I could climax alone from the look she's giving me. Her pink cheeks and the way her eyes are glossing over, seconds from shedding those beautiful crystal tears has me so mesmerized by her.
"Would you like me to help you cum Princess?" I say, pushing a stray strand of hair off her face but I notice that her tears have started to fall more freely and I get worried that I've misread this situation.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I can walk right out of here and we can pretend that nothing ever happened" I say, reassuring her that this is all up to her. I'm here to take care of her, only if she'll let me.
"Please help me cum" she pleads, another tear falling on her cheek. If the words that just fell from her lips weren't as dirty as they were I would've wanted to hold her and tell her everything's gonna be okay. Instead I catch that glimmering tear that's fallen and caress her cheek, gauging her reactions before doing anything else.
"Lay down for me yeah?" I say, kissing her forehead and guiding her back down, wanting her to be as comfortable as possible. 'Fuck she's gorgeous' I say to myself as I study everything there is about her.
"Can I kiss you Bunny?" I ask her and she nods her head almost instantly, her enthusiasm beyond endearing to me. I lean down but stop just shy of her lips, reminding her what she needs to do for me to continue.
"Use your words Darling" I whisper, my lips just a breath away and when she tells me 'Yes' I can just feel the desperation hidden behind that word and I can't help but smile before kissing her, this time softly, as if I were to do much more that she would break in my arms.Â
I fill it with longing, showing her how much I want this, want her.
Not long after I started kissing her does she start to squirm about, begging for more and I detach our lips, laughing against hers before kissing her again, taking away her chance to answer right away.
"Can I take this off?" I question, toying with the thin piece of fabric that's keeping me from her, already being able to see her hard nipples rubbing against the sheet. She nods and I get up just enough to pull it off completely, drinking in the sight of her laying bare for me.
As I take my time studying ever line and curve of her, committing it all the memory my eyes are brought to the sight of her pressing her thighs together and I can tell she's been aching to be touched like this for so long.
"You want me to touch you?" I ask, ghosting my fingers along her skin that's warm to the touch and I feel her shiver from the chill I no doubt caused her. She chokes out a 'Please' holding herself back from making too much noise and I can't help but smile at her efforts. I'm sure she knows though that that's the exact opposite of what I want from her but I let her be this time.
"Open your legs for me Princess" I say, gently guiding them apart with one hand while the other dances along her stomach, falling in love with her reaction from simple touches like this.
"Were you just using your fingers baby?" I ask, tracing along her torso and touching every inch of skin I dare to travel just yet. She nods and I can see how her chest is rising, breathing picking up no doubt from excitement and it takes everything in me to stifle back a smirk.
"Want me to use mine?" I tempt and she nods enthusiastically but I take my time. Tracing patterns on her inner thighs, I watch as she squirms until I finally run a finger through her damp folds, restraining myself from moaning at the feeling. She takes in a sharp breath at the sensation of my cold fingers playing with her and I smile at the reaction.Â
"Baby was all wet just thinking about me huh?" I taunt and she nods her head, being so honest with me, her eyes closed and getting lost in the feeling, a little shy though about admitting it.Â
"Can I ask you a question Darling?" I ask needing to know the answer, no matter how embarrassed she might be. She stutters out a 'Yes' when I start to circle my finger around her clit and I know I won't be able to get her voice out of my head.Â
 "Did you hear me earlier today when I was in the shower?" I ask and her whole body stiffens for a second, her doe eyes wide with fright again and I let out a dry chuckle, getting all the information I need from that alone.
"I noticed that you didn't bring your bags in from your car like you normally do and when I was walking out of my room I saw that your door was open and they were already inside. Meaning that you were probably in the house before I first saw you. Isn't that right Princess?" I continue and when I push my fingers inside her her back arches and she moans out another 'Yes' lost in the feeling of being touched like this.
"Fuck, yes!" she moans out, louder than she has before and I know I've hit it just right. "You like that? You like it when I touch you like that?" I growl out. I can't stop myself, I need more of her so I quench my thirst by biting down on her collarbone, kissing and licking the skin making her arch up into me even more.Â
Trailing kisses down her chest I stop for a second, taking in the sight of her breast right in front of me and I glance up at her, asking for permission. "Yes Jungkook please" she groans and I push my fingers in further, dragging hard against her walls as I take one of her nipples into my mouth. Wanting to hear more from her and knowing just how to get it.Â
Her moans fall more freely and I can't helps but increase the pressure. "You make such pretty noises Darling" I praise, the sound of her voice a beautiful sinful melody. Switching over to the other nipple after I take my time savoring the first one, licking it one more time, smiling at the sight of leaving it puffy and wet, evidence of how much I've been dying to taste her.Â
I do the same with the other one as she clenches around my fingers, making me take note of another thing she likes.Â
"Does baby like getting praised? Do you like it when I tell you how pretty you look while you're under me?" I taunt and receive another clench in return, solidifying what I already knew and I can tell by the way her walls start to flutter around my fingers that she's already close.
She moans and mewls and babbles out the pretties sounds none of them making any more sense than the other. All I can focus on is the way she says my name over and over in the midst of the confusion and I can't wait for the day I have her screaming my name.Â
I watch as she loses herself, not even realizing that she's started to fuck herself on my fingers, riding them all on her own. I can't wait for her to ride me, fuck I know she would be so good at it.Â
As her face contorts in pleasure she begs to cum I can't help but smile, trying to figure out how the fuck I got so lucky.Â
"That's it Bunny, just like that" I praise, guiding her through it all and making sure she tips over that edge, writhing and moaning beneath me and as she's just about to cum undone she grabs the back of my neck and smashes her lips against mine, making me swallow her adorable little whines and and screams of pleasure.Â
Baby was so nervous of how loud she would be that she just decided to make me swallow all her cries. Next time though she won't be getting away with that. She'll be screaming and begging for me to make her cum and I'll watch her, watch her fall apart knowing I'm the only one that's given her this much pleasure.Â
I continue fucking my fingers inside of her over and over again helping her ride out her high and only stop once her cries of overstimulation start to fall from her lips.Â
"You did so well Princess" I say, brushing the tears off her cheek, enjoying the glazed over look in her eye. "You did so good for me" I praise again and take note of the freshly fucked state she's in as she hums happily, slowly drifting off to sleep.Â
I chuckle at the sight of her and stand up to get a warm damp towel to clean her up. Watching over her as she lets out cute little whimpers at the feeling.Â
I throw the towel in the laundry basket and leave to go open the door to the guest bedroom down the hall and turn down the blankets so I can place her right under them as soon as she hits the mattress.
I head back into her room and gently scoop her up in my arms, smiling as she cuddles into me even in her unconscious state before placing her down moments later on the cool clean sheets.Â
I watch as she moves around, turning on her side and snuggling into the blanket to get comfortable and my heart melts at the scene. "Goodnight Bunny" I say to her softly, placing a kiss on her forehead and leaving the room, closing the door silently behind me.Â
I look down at the state I'm in and take note of the full tent I have in my sweats and curse at the sight of it. I head back into my room and close the door behind me, stripping out of my clothes, knowing that I need to take a shower again.
 This time cold. Very cold.Â
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New Beginnings CM Challenge đ±
The following are prompts involving a new relationship, fresh start, etc.!
This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!
đ§ Prompts đ±
Describe Character's first day at the BAU
Character celebrates a milestone of sobriety
Characters are getting the hang of being new parents
Character goes overboard with New Yearâs Resolutions
Character decides to try something new in the bedroom
Character is entering the dating scene after their divorce
Character changes career paths with a very different job
Character introduces their new partner to their kid
Character comes out as trans and introduces themselves
Character finally agrees to get set up with a date after a long dry spell
Character learns to navigate their everyday life after a traumatic event
Character escapes an abusive relationship and the recovery is harder than they thought
Character swears that this year they will definitely fulfill all their New Year's resolutions
Character just came out as LGB and goes on their first date with someone of the same sex
Character decides to cut off a member(s) of their family, and the team reminds them that they still have a whole lot of (found) family left
Character lost a partner and swore they would never love like that again... but that hasn't stopped them from falling in love in a different way
Character got a pet for the first time and they realize how much easier it is to take care of themselves when someone else is counting on them
Character had previously come out as something, but then realized they were something else... coming out is even more daunting the second time
More prompts below + Make your own!
đ€ Dialogue Promptsđ»
"The time will pass anyway." (Earl Nightingale)
"If you jump, I jump with you."
"I can't wait to see who you become."
"I love every possible iteration of you."
"To be brave, you must first be afraid." (Bear Grylls)
"You aren't alone in this. None of us are." (Baldur's Gate 3)
"Is it too late to go back?" "Don't you dare."
"This is all new to me." "What?" "Being happy."
"I don't know what I'm doing." "No one does. That's life."
"There are always a million reasons not to do something." (The Office)
đCharacter Specific PromptsđČ
Spencer's life after prison is nothing like before
Spencer decides to pursue his dream of being a cowboy/rancher
Spencer becomes dedicated to turning his life around after relapsing
Spencer doesn't think about Maeve on a special occasion for the first time
Hotch finally stops wearing his old wedding ring
Hotch embraces his role as a single dad
JJ's children are almost grown, and she struggles to reconnect with who she was before she was their mother
Penelope realizes she doesnât like the person sheâs become after leaving the BAU, so she decides to change
Lauren Reynolds diedâitâs time Emily start acting like it
Rossi struggles with suddenly becoming a (grand)father
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200 follower celebration event !
thank you so much for 200 followers!! very super cool of you guys for following me and interacting with the work I put out, it seriously means the world to me :)
to make it a little fun, I'm going to be writing song inspired fics, because music is definitely something that inspires me and my writing a lot! and also I like to know what other people are listening to because I'm nosey hehe. please make sure to read the rules !!!
this event will be running from today (jan 2nd) to jan 31st, ending 11:59pm GMT (may be subject to change)
how it works
please add all this information to your request :)
step 1: pick a clone, any clone
step 2: choose a dialogue prompt from the list below (or two, you can just give the prompt number)
step 3: give me a song to inspire the vibe/story of the fic
step 4: note any extra information you feel is important (such as any specific lyrics you love, tropes, story ideas, sfw/nsfw etc. etc.)
dialogue prompts
fluffy prompts
1. "I can't remember the last time I did this with someone"
2. "here, why don't we share?"
3. "I've missed this"
4. "you could stop staring now." / "oh no, absolutely not."
5. "read to me"
6. "come here sweetheart"
7. "you're just the cutest" / "you're the only one who is allowed to say that."
8. "give me your hand"
9. "come lie with me. let me hold you"
10. "look at that, your hand fits perfectly in mine"
angsty prompts
11. "did you really have to be that honest?"
12. "can we start over?"
13. "of course it meant something!"
14. "that isn't what I meant and you know it"
15. "everyone else might be buying it, but I'm not"
16. "I can't keep acting like I don't see something is wrong with you"
17. "we need to talk about that little stunt you pulled earlier"
18. "don't you ever wonder why I get like this?"
19. "what is your problem?"
20. "do you want my help or not?"
hurt/comfort prompts
21. "when's the last time you actually slept?"
22. "you're safe now"
23. "stop pretending that you're fine! you need a medic"
24. "I'm not leaving, okay?"
25. "how are you feeling?" / "will you stop asking me that"
26. "take these meds, they'll help"
27. "let me help you this time"
28. "I'm sorry" / "don't be sorry, it's not your fault"
29. "take your time, I'll be here when you're ready to talk"
30. "promise?" / "of course, I promise"
flirty prompts
31. "don't try to charm your way out of this" / "you think I'm charming?"
32. "bite me" / "I thought you'd never ask"
33. "why didn't we do this sooner?" / "you were too busy pretending you hated me"
34. "this isn't over" / "oh, I'll make sure of it"
35. "I can't help it, you're fun to mess with"
36. "why not tonight? I'm even wearing something pretty"
37. "you know... you're kinda cute when you're mad"
38. "were you always this pretty?"
39. "do you have a name or can I just call you mine?" / "does that line usually work for you?"
40. "hello beautiful, you alone here?" / "...we came here together"
smutty prompts
41. "hmm, you're not very patient are you?"
42. "can you kiss it better?"
43. "that's my good girl"
44. "you can do better than that sweetheart"
45. "I could make you feel better"
46. "is that a threat or a promise?"
47. "can you feel how much I want you?"
48. "staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?" / "make me shut up then"
49. "louder. let me hear you pretty girl"
50. "can you be good for me?"
misc/extra prompts
51. "it's the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"
52. "I told you to knock first!"
53. "don't look at me like that" / "like what?"
54. "is that the best you can do?"
55. "I've been wanting to kick your ass all week"
56. "is that really necessary?"
57. "what are we?" / "you're asking me?"
58. "I can feel you staring at me. You aren't being very subtle, you know"
59. "do you have a crush on me or something?"
60. "you're so jealous it makes you look stupid"
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if your request goes against these, I will not complete it, so please read this carefully before requesting!
this event is exclusively for clone x fem/gn reader pairings, just because that's what I write for, but you're welcome to give suggestions like jedi!reader, medic!reader etc. but no clone x reader x clone
make sure to mention whether you want it to be sfw or nsfw !!!
I have the right to refuse any request if I'm just not vibing with it for whatever reason, or particularly if it's something I'm not comfortable with (non-exhaustive list incl: noncon & dubcon, aforementioned clonecest, AU stuff outside of the context of the star wars galaxy â like modern AU type stuff, motherhood/pregnancy/kids etc.)
abide by the request template; I want to keep all fics in this event within the same parameters
I will only be accepting requests between the given dates, any received afterwards will not be counted
if you don't plan on reblogging, don't request from me :)
extra info
I'll have anon requests on, but this is a follower event after all, so I'd prefer if you didn't use the anon function â the basic requirement is that you follow me and have interacted with my blog
feel free to message me if you have a more elaborate idea/want to discuss/clarify/bounce ideas off each other!! I'm always down for that anyway, so don't be shy :)
clones I'd like to write for if you want to take that into consideration: fives, wolffe, tech, echo (tbb), kix
alrighty! that's everything :)
as a reminder: this event is running until jan 31st so make sure to send in your request before then!
all works in this event will be tagged under #trex's 200 follower celebration, and will most likely be added to a masterlist at some point
I can't wait to see what you guys send in ! thank you again and happy requesting :)
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hey angel, please could you write a fic with soft rafe x reader where they have been best friends for years and are finally in a relationship after admitting feelings for eachother and they have cute happy moments where they remember theyâre not just friends theyre finally in a relationship now?
Tysm x
oh my goodness, this took me so so long than it should've and I'm so sorry about that! I love and adore this idea so much, but for some reason I never felt satisfied with how I was writing it so there were too many restarts. But we finally have the final product! It's inspired by your request, I don't think it's exactly what you requested, but the main idea was kept in mind throughout. I hope you like this and is up to your expectations đ
memories
PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader
SUMMARY: a little collection of some of your favorite moments with your best friend, lover, partner in crime all rolled in one: rafe cameron.
WARNINGS: small mentions of alcohol, but mostly fluff and two lovers being mean to each other because it's their love language đ«¶đ»đ€
EDITH SPEAKS: thank you to my bestie @runningfrom2am who helped me out with this fic! she told me all her favourite memories with her own boyfriend and that resulted in this very cute fic so thank you sooo much raye đ„čđ„č
There is a little KC Undercover reference in the fic, which is like, probably one of the most iconic dialogues of Ms. KC herself and I had this beautiful opportunity to use it so I just couldn't pass it up đ€
I hope you all like this!! Please ignore any little grammatical/spelling errors. And please like and reblog if you like this đȘ
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It's so easy for you to say how your life has changed for the better when you and Rafe finally became official. He has been your best friend since you both were little, and now to see you both expand your relationship which you had formed since such a small age, always makes you feel like the happiest person on this planet.
It's no lie that it took you some time to finally get to the dating stage. After realising your feelings for each other, you both needed a lot of pushing from your friends to finally confess.
"He looks at you as if you're his whole world! Why aren't you telling him?" Your friends would groan, as they would catch you with your mouth almost agape as he walks past you and gives you a smile.
"No, I don't think he does," you would dismiss your friends' thoughts and before they could say anything else, you would be rushing to your class.
Now, fast forward to three years later, you both are in university and live in a shared apartment. You took your own time to reach to this stage of your life with each other, but you're so grateful where you are now, because there's no one else you'd rather do it with.
"When we'll grow old, we'll be roomies forever!" Rafe would tell you in his little squeaky voice when he wasn't even seven years old. You would giggle at him and eagerly nod. Who knew those little dreams will come true, and you both will be a lot more than just friends?
Sharing an apartment with Rafe is everything you've always imagined it would be, each night feels like the sleepover you had when you were little. Except this time, you don't have this fear of laughing a little too loud that a parent is on their way to scold you for being up for so late. You can laugh and talk as loud as you want to, eat whatever your heart desires and talk about any topic you feel like.
You both have your moments where you tend to forget you're dating and aren't just two best friends who share an apartment solely because they thought it would be fun. One time, you had one of your oldest albums in your camera roll opened, and you were laughing at all the pictures.
"Dude look at this one!" You laughed, finding a hidden gem. Rafe feigned shock as he looked at you.
"You did not just call me dude." He said, deadpanned. You pop a crisp in your mouth from the packet you're both sharing.
"What's wrong with that?" You asked shrugging.
"I'm your boyfriend, that's rude,"
"Whatever bro," you giggled, averting your attention to your phone.
"That's even worse!" He whined.
"OH MY GOD!" You yelled as you laughed out loud, the next picture on your phone seeming pretty unbelievable. It's from a Halloween night years ago, and you both totally forgot you dressed up very poorly as Barbie and Ken. But the thing is, you were Ken and he was Barbie.
You both were dressed in a hot pink from head to toe, and your make up is loud and proud. "You need to be Barbie again," you laughed, as you teased him by nudging his arm with your elbow.
"Definitely not," he chuckled, shaking his head.
It definitely doesn't stop here. It was your aunt's birthday and she had a big party, inviting a lot of your family. It was towards the start of your relationship, and you definitely weren't used to calling this idiot your boyfriend.
"And this is Rafe! He's my uh, my boyfriend! Yes, boyfriend, oh my god!" You said out loud, your aunt laughing at your reaction.
He only shook his head at you and flicked your ear. Your reflexes acted up instantly and your hands went to his hair to completely mess them up.
One thing about you both is that have been extremely competitive since you were little. You've always wanted to beat him in whatever game you're playing, bowling, basketball, or even just Uno. And when one wins, they make sure to remind the other about it every minute.
"Oh my god I totally crushed you!" You yelled, attracting attention from people around you as you jump up and down, looking at the final score of your bowling match with Rafe.
"I won, you lost, I won, you lost," you sang as you danced in front of him, and he just stood there, looking at you.
"Oh shut up," He groaned, walking away as you're there dancing to yourself. You laughed and ran to catch up to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he instantly picked you up, you now on his back with your legs around his waist.
"I'm sorry bub, but I did crush you big time," you mumbled kn his ear. He groaned again, and then threatened to drop you on the ground. You let out a squeal and tighten your grip on him, which in turn made him laugh.
But you both are a whole another level of competitiveness when you are a team. There's not a single game invented which you both cannot win as a team, and the adrenaline rush you both get after you win results in some of the most crazy victory couple dances.
You found yourself at a party, and the game of beer pong is at an edge as people are watching you and him compete against another couple. It was the tiebreaker point, and if Rafe made the shot, you both would win.
"You can do this yeah?" You said, your hands holding his face as you looked him straight in the eye. "Just take a deep breathe, and shoot." He nodded at you and you handed him a ping pong ball.
He took his position and took a deep breathe in, clutching onto the ball in his hand. He shot the ball, and you watched from the side expectantly, your hands clutched together. It felt as if everything was in slow motion as the ball made its way to the other end of the table. You heard a soft plop as it landed in a cup of beer, and everyone around you started to cheer out loud.
You ran up to Rafe with the biggest grin on your face and he picked you up and spun you around. One of your friends came up to hand you the cup of beer. Rafe drank half of it, and then gave you the beer left to drink.
Everyone came up to you to congratulate you and hype you up even more, getting an occasional pat on your back. You looked at the couple who you both defeated, and Rafe made his way to them with you on his heels.
"Ding!" He said out loud. "That's the sound of the elevator, because you're not on our level!" He teased them and everyone around you gasped and cheered out loud, as you hollered around. The couple just gave you both a dirty look and leave, and you just looked at Rafe and gave him a high five.
"That'll tell 'em not to challenge us anymore," he said, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your head.
But what was the most concerning yet your favorite moment between you two was when he had this urge to be your knight in shining armor, but he also wanted to be the reason you needed help.
You were planning to take a little boat ride with all your friends, and as you all were standing on the dock, Rafe gave you a little nudge and dropped you in the water.
You screamed out loud as you went into the water, but quickly resurfacing as you swam up. You wiped your face with your hands as you pushed all your hair back, and when your eyes regained their focus, you saw everyone on the dock looking at you with utter shock.
You were gasping as you felt the cold water on your skin, when Rafe quickly removed his t shirt and came closer to the edge of the dock.
"Don't worry darling, I'm coming to save you!" He yelled with his chest wide as if he's a hero. You watched him jump into the water and swim up to you, and just as he reached you, you punch him in his arm, hard.
"What the fuck is this?!" You yelled, and Rafe came closer to you and wrapped his arms around you.
"What do you think this is? I'm here to save you," He said with a proud smile on his face.
"You asshole, you dropped me in the water," you said as he started to lead you towards the dock.
"What are you saying? You tripped off the edge and I'm here to save you. Did you hit your head on a rock or something?" He shook his head. You scoffed as he helped you get onto the dock. "I'm your knight babe, I'll always save you whenever you need to be rescued."
"What a relief." You said, rolling your eyes.
What he said that day is totally true though, all these times you've wanted help from someone, he's been there for you without fail. He picks you up everytime you fall down, even literally (but after he finishes laughing at you).
He makes you the happiest you have ever been. You'll always be so grateful for him.
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21. Pick an author to co-write with and what you'd write about!
(And/or if you're not comfortable with that question)
32. Do characters influence your writing style?
(writer asks)
21. pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what youâd write about.
:O co-writing!!!! Aaaa hmm,,, in advance, I would like to apologize for the sudden tags. Please forgive me if it startled you. T_T
@rel124c41 ! definitely something tweels-related. My fellow eel appreciator. đ€ it would be an honor to one day exchange ideas or even work on a fic together. :D (I am SO EXCITED for Arnolfini Portrait by the way!! You have no idea!!! I studied that exact portrait for a class assignment once and so it is such a lovely surprise to see it come up once more in my life!!!)
@heyyy11 ! we already exchange ideas so frequently and it has led to wonderful brain worms (one of which was fed with RABU)! I think it would be fun to write something together!!! Your brain is so galaxy, KheyyâŠâŠ WAAAAAA MUCH LOVE AND MANY KISSES!!!!
@qierxing the Trey truther of all time!!!!!! As it is only fitting, it would be so lovely to write about Trey. Or Heartslabyul as a whole!! Xing's written and artistic portrayal and characterization of Trey always leaves me so gagged in the best of ways. OHHHH, HE IS SO MISCHIEVOUS. I WANT HIM. OTL
@yandere-romanticaa ! I know how much you hate (love) a certain 11th Harbinger hehehe. đ«Ł Childe lurks in the back of my head all the time and I'm often reminded of him whenever I read any of your posts about him. He truly is the menace of all time. I hope to one day talk more about him and write with you!!!!
@alj0saray ! Severn, I would like to confess that I have lurked in your Sunday writings for far too long and am only admitting it now due to shyness. ( ăïŒïŒ) but your hybrid SundayâŠâŠâŠ HE IS SO YUMMY. The way you write him is so amazing,,,,, I fall every time. ALSO, A BIG CONGRATULATIONS ON 3K AAAAAA YAAAYYY!!!!!! đ my ramblings aside, I would love to write about Sunday with you!! >o<
32. do characters influence your writing style?
Absolutely!! I've noticed this only recently, but whenever I write for Malleus my style becomes so flowery and poetic. My hope is that it feels Victorian in essence, but I'm happy as long as it has elegance!
I think the same can be said when certain themes are attached to characters. If it's Rollo I'm writing for, you can expect plenty of religious symbolisms and references. If it's Floyd, there is a lot of deeper meanings hidden within informality. Floyd actually helped me write better dialogue (especially his own dialogue, as it's so distinct and very different from what I normally write). Thank you to Floyb for helping me step out of the rigid confines of dialogue I once trapped myself in. <3
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Every time I make a tumblr post I get an intense itch to continue making tumblr posts and liveblog into the void. Dangerous. Addicting. Kind of funny. I try not to post too many rambles in a row but man. if it'll help me post more maybe that doesn't matter actually
Current random thoughts and experiences writing steady tracks chapter 2:
Today I went back and reread everything I've written in the last two years. I am pleased to report that almost nothing needed changed or fixed except for more recent things that hadn't been edited.
Apparently the thing that motivates me to write the most is creating a random, arbitrary side character with something wrong with their gender (affectionate) and giving them a sentence or two's worth of dialogue to transition the plot between parts I'm struggling with. So anyways keep an eye out for the new freak (affectionate) in chapter two to go along with frizzle from chapter one in the "i gave them a name and a gender and a single personality trait and now I'm emotionally attached" club. (2.5) ^ said new character doesn't use pronouns and only goes by name and jesus thats hard to write, but I feel like I've done a pretty solid job at making it not confusing
Speaking of pronouns. I can't go a day without a headcanon, apparently. So the next chapter is going to start off with a note explaining which nicknames I've given Ingo's and Emmet's pokemon plus which pronouns they use because damn man i guess weird genders and neo pronouns are just fun to write. These creatures are not confined by humans' societal gender expectations even slightly and i'm tired of pretending they should be. Biggest worry is that it will distract from the experience, but I'm doing my best to write it in a way that is as minimally intrusive as I can make it while still doing what i wanna do.
The formatting in this chapter has been like the funnest thing on the whole planet. I really hope someone enjoys this as much as I do, I'm having a blast. I had to figure out what ingo and emmet's last name is because I wanted emmet to write a follow up email to juniper. it's 1 word in a 300 word, single exchange email chain, but i sure did spend 45 minutes trying to find a name i liked.
jesus christ there are so many side characters in this chapter!! shit dude! the hardest thing for me to write is more than three characters in one place at one time. Not only am I characterizing Emmet's entire team, I've also got a whole goddamn battalion of named depot agents with distinct personalities and pokemon teams.
jirachi's fuckin tanzaku i am 9k words in and ingo hasn't even shown up yet! i feel like this chapter is going to need to be a minimum of 15k words. surely. and by need to be I mean it needs to be that long in order for it to stop where I want it to, narratively.
Could this have been multiple posts? yeah! but as I just said and as anyone who's ever read steady tracks should know from experience I just need the thought to keep going until it gets to a place I'm satisfied, and today that's one Real Long Post about how steady tracks is goin
anyway man if anyone ever wondered if i was still writing steady tracks and how that's been, yeah, I sure have. It hasn't been fast and it hasn't been easy but jirachi alive tehy live in my brain. You can really tell how starting college affected my energy and burnout levels by examining my progress on chapter 2. the relationship is Linear
#Submas#Status Update#Steady Tracks#STDNW#Pokemon Ingo#Pokemon Emmet#Subway Boss Ingo#Subway Boss Emmet#Long post#If I withhold myself from talking on my own blog then how are any of us gonna get anywhere#Emmet#Ingo
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Chaelisa "Chella Action
(Lisa x Rose, 800 words) Lisa and Rose have fun at Coachella Tags: Lesbian action, Dialogue, Fisting, brief vomiting, cumplay, harsh language
"Really Lisa?"
"What, Rose?"
"This is the best you could find?"
"Hey, I don't want to hear any complaints, this is the best one I could get that was... unspoiled."
"Where did you even find it anyways?"
"Passed out next to the main stage, I think she missed him since he was unconscious."
"Well judging by the screaming Jennie is still going at it."
"Mhmm, so be happy we don't get her sloppy seconds for once, this one is fresh!"
"I'm surprised you didn't just grab some of her leftovers, considering what a perverted whore you are, you should like cleaning up after your betters."
"Wow fuck you too bitch, at least I'm not a sadistic... oh, shut up, shut up, he's waking up! Ahem- Hello there, how are you feeling, good? Oh don't bother getting up silly, we'll be joining you down there soon enough."
"Ugh, do we really have to fuck him in the dirt?"
"Its COACHELLA, everything is covered in dirt!"
"Well some of us, dislike rutting on the ground like animals!"
"Okay, then go find a fucking clean mattress then, I'll be busy enjoying myself."
"FINE. But I get to go first."
"Um, no. I don't want you to ruin him like you do with all of your... slaves. The last one was literally jizzing blood!"
"Oh please, you were just on your period Lisa, and anyways I don't want your filthy cunt juices smeared all over my... dildo."
"Heh, you were going to say 'slave' weren't you?"
"Its called wordplay whore, maybe you should figure it out before writing another song."
"....Ouch"
"..."
"..."
"Okay, I'm sorry, that was a little too harsh."
"It's fine, that just means I get to go first. God you are so easy to manipulate, its a wonder you manage to domme anyone at all..."
"Hey!"
"Too late! Hello again my darling little pet, ready to make my insides all juicy? Don't mind Rose there, she's just mad about going last! So make sure to fuck me good and proper, if you cum before I do, I'll make sure you get it up again..."
"..."
"What's wrong Rose, still mad that you're going to be cleaning up after me again? You can just stand there and watch as I ride- wait Rose. What are you doing back there with your hand? Wait, no. Get lube you idiot! Get lube! LUBE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!"
"Oh shut up you slut, I know you love it rough. This is payback for earlier, whore"
"Oh fuck... Rose I can feel your fist in my stomach... oh god I'm gonna! Blooooargh!"
"That's disgusting! Could you not puke everywhere like a cheap whore? You really do deserve to get fucked on the ground you filthy animal."
"Hah- I- hah, I don't want to hear that from the fucking bitch who just shoved her arm up my ass!"
"Lisa, you came like twice from this, don't deny you're not enjoying this."
"Urrrgh, I'm going to force feed you so much cum after this you bitch..."
"I'd love to see you try, by the time I'm done with you I doubt your loose holes will be able to hold anything in them at all!"
"Ghurk Ghurk Ghurk GHUAH! Is that all you've got Rose, I've fucked virgins who could plow me harder than that!"
"...Um Lisa."
"Huh...? What?"
"Look down."
"...Oh, he passed out again."
"...Did he finish?"
"Hmm.... yup I can feel his load in there! I guess he came so hard he blacked out!"
"Pfffft, you really do suck at choosing fuck meat!"
"Yeah yeah I don't want to hear it! Also uh, Rose?"
"Yes Lisa?"
"Want to keep fisting me?
"Sigh, fine. But only if you eat me out afterwards."
"Deal! And you can degrade me all you want and shit while I'm doing it."
"You do know how to push my buttons don't you?"
"Oh yeah, and afterwards, want to try and find some more pets? Surely Jennie can't fuck her way through all of them!"
"With Jisoo helping her out? Seriously?"
"Well I guess we can be on cleanup duty again..."
"Are you fine with sloppy seconds?"
"Are you really asking me that?"
"Fine, as long as you clean them off first for me..."
"Rose dear, I always do. Now shouldn't you be, um?"
"Oh right! Only if you ask nicely though, Lisa."
"I hate you."
"That works!"
"OH FUCK! HARDER ROSE HARDER!"
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Favourite Underrated Ship? Simple answer: Every single Pete rarepair! -> PorschePete? Iconic! Brilliant! Phenomenal! Most people love "best friends who kiss", I love "secret third thing". However one enjoys them, though, they're delicious to consumeđ (You might think it's not an underrated ship, but I'd like to inform you that it has, in fact, less than 100 fics on Ao3, so it very much is in my book. I'm happy to have contributed to it by posting two of them, but I'd love it if there were more. Hopefully, I'll get inspired anew one day.) -> KinnPete? Oh please, the power dynamics make me giggle like a 10 year old girl playing with Barbie dolls. Such glorious toxicity, such perfect ways Kinn could use and abuse Pete to his benefit, either with or without knowing he's doing it. You can do so much with them, either pre, during or post canon and I get so excited thinking about it. (This one has less than 50(!) fics posted, so I'm super thankful to the few authors who have gifted me some amazing works. Sharing my personal favourite because it deserves to be cherished đ„č) -> ArmPete? Do I even need to sell this one? It can do fluff, it can do angst, it can do smut, it can do it all. My personal favourite flavour of it is Arm having unrequited feelings for Pete because it's just so deliciously angsty đ I love me some pain, I can't help it. (This one doesn't have any fics to its name, besides one in Chinese. I'm devastated. I did personally have an idea for a multi-chaptered fic with 3k words already written, but if I manage to focus on it properly one day, it'll end up being a simple one-shot.) -> KimPete? Oh, you mean the ship I got so obsessed over I wrote 25k words of them platonically bonding, while having Kim think to himself more than once how pretty Pete is? You mean the ship that shares so many similarities with VegasPete, while still having its own identity based on the differences between Kim and Vegas? You mean the love of my life? (Again, fics for this one are almost non-existent, which is a shame, but understandable. One day, I'll manage to enrich the tag. One day.) -> TankhunPete? Take KinnPete's fucked up power imbalance and twist it in a more peculiar direction. What you get is this ship, which makes me so uncomfortable but so, so intrigued. (Incredibly underrated with how few fics it has, but a special thanks to this one for altering my brain chemistry when I first read it.) -> BigPete? Rivals who might engage in hate sex from time to time? Pals who share the same fate and understand it and bond over it? Pick your poison and roll with it, because it's delicious either way. I'm personally team "They hate each other" because it's more fun that way đ (Almost nothing here again, which is a shame, but again understandable. I had forgotten they shared 2 lines of dialogue together in the show, I deadass thought they never talked to each other, which was great for me lol. Here's one fic written by the same person who wrote the KinnPete one, in case you'd like something cool to read.) -> TayPete? This one's for pure aesthetic reasons because have you seen Tay, have you seen Tay at the auction, have you imagined Pete and Tay fucking at the auction, because I surely have đ It's such a gorgeous image, I lose focus for a hot minute when it comes to me. (This one's tricky, because most people write Vegas/Pete/Tay, which is a glorious choice and I support it, and my talented friend is writing a very good VPT fic, but I'd love it if there were more fics that focus on these two only. They're too powerful, I can't get enough.) I think those are all the ones I'm personally obsessed with. All I have to say is, Pete deserves all the beautiful men and what they'd like to do with him â€ïž
#I have *opinions* about this#this is just a summary#give Pete all the gorgeous men pls#he deserves it#*I* deserve it#do let me know if I've forgotten any ship#it's important to remember them all#for science#kpanniversary2024#pete saengtham
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Sharing some more fic love on Valentine's. Here's my last Tarlos fic rec list with even more wonderful fic đ„°
If you want to show some love too, please comment on fics you read even if they're 'older'. I promise they make authors' days.đ And my heart bleeds seeing how some fics get so little love. So here's my new love letter to counter that.
I Swear I Love You (Te Juro Que Te Amo) by @never-blooms S: Noche Buena takes a turn when two exes are forced to reunite. The writing is so lyrical I feel like I'm put on waves at times, gently rocking me. Characters that jump off the screen and TK and Carlos as exes having to pretend to be together still is a trope I never ever grow tired of.
balancing act by @reyesstrand S: A study of TK and Carlos sharing meals and falling in love. My love for food is only paralleled by my love for words and this fic made me so emotional over both. Seriously can't put into words how beautiful and intricate this story is.
The Gift of You by @sprigsofviolets
S: TK Strand and Carlos Reyes have been happily married for five years. They are their own content, happy family. They werenât looking to have kids, but when TK delivers a baby on a hard call, their family grows when they least expect it. I can't put into short words how very kind and thoughtful and in-character and heart-warming this fic is.
the square root of sixty nine by @liminalmemories21 S: Five times TK asked for consent, and one time Carlos did. So much depth in these intimate moments and also she proves consent is absolutely hot.
The Space in Between by @decafdino S: TK and Carlos are kidnapped, but they're together. A relationship study of Tarlos. It's embarrassing how much comfort I find in the constant re-read of this pretty angsty fic. But it delivers what it promises. It's a great study of their unwavering love intermixed with snippets of their pasts. The Sting by @goodways
S: Carlos is asked to help the FBI in a sting operation where he has to flirt with another man. His husband has something to say about it. Just one of her absolutely hilarious and sexy stories. Can never get over how much her dialogues sing.
Man to Man by @carlos-in-glasses S: In the aftermath of the house fire, Carlos recalls the night he came out to his parents. What can I say but that I'm obsessed with anything cig writes so I gotta praise the first fic I read of hers? Her entire expansive canon universe is outstanding.
A Helping Hand to Hold You Down by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut S: Things are not as they seem in the loft, and TK's evening will not unfold as he had planned... It's smutty and it's filled with love and it's a great great great portrayal of dom/sub exploration without it running smoothly.
Sustenance by @cinnaluminum S: TK has a rough shift and comes home to Carlos in the kitchen. Absolute mastery of tension and a lingering fight and trying to work it out. I can't stress how much I admire her writing.
come what may, I'll still stay by @strandnreyes
S: Nearly one year into their marriage and TK finds that life looks a little different these days with Carlos working as a detective. A really beautiful study of circumstances changing and growing and love persisting despite pain and grief.
(Un)professional Services by @rmd-writes and @welcometololaland S: The Tarlos Professional Services AU. Two absolutely great writers bringing us work-place fun and sexiness? Uhm, yes please! I love the dialogue, I love how the humor.
#tarlos#911 lone star#tarlos fic rec#tarlos fic#911 lone star fic#michelle stans fics#this list is in no way encompassing ALL the great fics I read#just leaving space for my next list â€ïž#I try to leave love in the comments though <333#on my agenda to make people comment more because I want EVERYONE to get some love for their words
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My Creepypasta but The Magnus Archives style AU
Okay so this is an old AU that I would like to explain and write, but my street cat is currently sick and he's requeiring all my time and energy and that's okay!
There'll be only character roles and AU explainations in this post.
Character roles and which TMA character they match;
Judge Angels//Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Police officer called upon to deal with paranormal cases
Nurse Ann//Annabelle Cane, Avatar of The Web
Zero//Basira Hussain, Police officer called upon to deal with paranormal cases
Vladimir and Zachary//Breekon and Hope, Mysterious deliverymen and servants of The Stranger
Slenderman//Elias Bouchard , Head of The Magnus Institute
Mary Vaughn//Georgie Barker, "Host of the What The Ghost?" podcast
Ben Drowned//Gerard Keay, Mary Keayâs son and acquaintance of Gertrude Robinson
Rouge//Gertrude Robinson , Former head archivist of The Magnus Institute
Nina The Killer//Helen Richardson, Real estate agent merged with the Distortion
Lulu//Jane Prentiss, Avatar of The Corruption
Masky//Jonathan Sims, Head archivist of The Magnus Institute
Clockwork//Julia Montauk, Hunter and daughter of Robert Montauk
Homicidal Liu//Jurgen Leitner, Collector of paranormal books
Hoodie//Martin Blackwood, Archival assistant at The Magnus Institute
Jane The Killer//Melanie King, Proprietor of the "Ghost Hunt UK" Youtube Channel
Laughing Jack//Michael Shelley, Gertrude Robinson's assistant who was merged with The Distortion
Laughing Jill//Nikola Orsinov, Plastic mannequin created from Joseph Grimaldi
Zalgo//Peter Lukas, Avatar of The Lonely and captain of the Tundra
Kate The Chaser//Sasha James, Archival assistant at The Magnus Institute
Trendderman//Simon Fairchild , Avatar of The Vast(edit:he's changed from Offenderman to Trenderman)
Ticci Toby//Timothy Stoker, Archival assistant at The Magnus Institute
Eyeless Jack//Trevor Herbert, Self-proclaimed vampire hunter
Notes;
-Creepypasta characters, which are the equivalent of The Magnus Archives characters, were selected without caring about gender and the character whose personality is the most similar with TMA role was replaced with creepypasta character.
-The terms like The Stranger, The Vast, The Spiral, The Buried and blah blah and being an avatar etc. will be explained in future as in the podcast.
-Although I'm trying not to go out of personality to a large extent, there will be many things that do not fit because this is a completely different universe.
-Most of the Creepypasta characters are not killers, and some external appearance features have been arranged accordingly. If you don't like it, you don't need to read it because it's an AU. It's that simple.
-This AU is set in London, just like the podcast.
-If there is a thing that you are uncomfortable with, just don't read it. TMA is a podcast series full of really interesting horror stories, and if you're feeling uncomfortable, it's quite normal but please don't push yourself too much.
- All statements in the 200 episodes will not be mentioned in this AU. Only as much of it as will help you understand the AU will be edited into the AU.
-The dialogue is not exactly the same as in the podcast, because it will vary depending on the characters, but the critical scenes may be the same.
-I think that's it, have fun.
-And for you to have a better idea, The Magnus Archives description;
"The Magnus Archives is a weekly horror fiction anthology podcast examining what lurks in the archives of the Magnus Institute, an organisation dedicated to researching the esoteric and the weird. Join new head archivist Jonathan Sims as he attempts to bring a seemingly neglected collection of supernatural statements up to date, converting them to audio and supplementing them with follow-up work from his small but dedicated team.
Individually, they are unsettling. Together they begin to form a picture that is truly horrifying because as they look into the depths of the archives, something starts to look backâŠ"
#creepypasta#creepypasta fandom#clockwork#creepypasta headcanon#creepy#ticci toby#creepypasta clockwork#fanfic#fanfiction#ben drowned#mary x jane#jane the killer#homicidal Liu#the magnus archives#magnus archives#tma posting#tma au#creepypasta au#lazy to tag all the characters lol#zero creepypasta#zalgo creepypasta#slenderman#masky creepypasta#hoodie creepypasta#kate the chaser#nina the killer
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I'm begging you to write the cheesiest, sweetest tooth rottening love confessions for Satan
I love him so much, and please make sure to make the reader/yn shy, and they get flustered easily!
cherish me back.
âł satan Ă shy!gn!reader
âł fluff | 800+ | notes: italicized dialogue is them reading, probably | warnings: reader is gender neutral, but they're compared to a female character in a book
âł im not entirely sure if this is what you wanted but i hope it meets your expectations anyways đ thank you so much for the request i had a lot of fun once i got the flow going hwdhkfdhj
"the forest was bathed in the soft glow of the moon. most splendid of all, he thought, was the sparkle in her eyes; the glisten in her hair."
satan glanced sideways at you as he read aloud. your cheek was squished against his shoulder, your gaze focused on the book in his lap.
he continued, "in that moment, he knew there could be nothing in the world so wondrous as the sight of her beside him."
satan coveted the quiet nights like these. between student council affairs and his brothers, there always seemed to be something taking up your time.
and of course, he was fine with waiting. he was, as tiresome as it may be. it was still worth it to be able to spend time with you. in his room, in your room, or wherever you decided you wanted to read with him.
that night, it was his room. satan made sure the numerous books on his bed were cleared away for the occasion. he shut down all invitations and cleared his schedule, determined not to let anything interrupt.
yes, satan could wait. but when you gave him the opportunity to be in your company, he wasn't one to waste it.
""you look like you have something to say." she asked with a curious tilt of her head."
another glance stolen at you.
"there was so much. so much that his heart ought to burst inside his chest. this devotion seemed to consume him whole, drenching him in nothing but the sheer enigma person before him.
"she smiled knowingly at his silence. he could think of nothing else."
satan felt your leg bounce excitedly. if you knew what you were doing, he wouldn't tell you. he wasn't about to spoil your fun.
he loved everything about you, including your inclination for being on the quiet side. but with its scarcity, he couldn't help but revel in what little displays of emotion you would show. it took everything in him to keep from smiling too wide.
""speak your mind, my love.""
you'd said you read this book before in the human world. so, of course, you knew what was next. but what satan didn't expect was the breath of your whisper against his shoulder.
""there is no one i cherish more.""
satan turned to you with wide eyes.
color spread across your face.
"ahâ" you sputtered. "sorry! sorry. i interrupted. you can continue! i didn't mean to.. aaaahhh.."
you threw your hands over your face, sinking lower onto the mattress.
but while you continued to mutter apologies, satan was too starstruck to hear any of it properly.
"speak your mind, my love."
"there is no one i cherish more."
something about the exchange set off fireworks in satan's head. his voice sounded so nice paired with yours..
suddenly, the initial image he had of the protagonists was wiped away, replaced with you and himâ the moonlit forest reflected against a lake. him and you, saying those exact words.
satan inhaled sharply as he started to leave his stupor. he looked down at you, blushing so hard that steam might as well have been leaving through your ears.
he could only smile.
"really, mc, it's alright.." he chuckled.
"sorry.." you murmured behind your hands.
"it's not a problem." he said. "we can continue if you'd like."
you were silent for a moment. slowly, you nodded. your fingers started to slide apart, opening up your eyes.
satan looked down at the book, feeling equally sheepish.
"um.. well," he cleared his throat. "we could.. read together this time? ..if you want."
your eyes widened.
"uh.."
"...is that a no?"
your hands lowered a little, revealing a little more than half your face now. before satan could turn it down himself, wondering if he overstepped, you shook your head.
soon enough, you were back in your previous position. this time, the book laid equally split between your laps so you both could read.
"..you can start." you mumbled.
your cheek brushed against his shoulder. satan could feel a similar warmth at the tips of his ears.
he thought of you and him at the lake.
"okay." he said. ""there is no one i cherish more." he confessed, taking hold of his lover's hand."
satan wanted to hold your hand.
""i simply wanted to let you know. i love you to the moon, and all the way past the stars, if you'd let me.""
in the corner of his eye, you swallowed. your voice seemed to quiver the way satan's heart skipped its beats.
""i would." she said."
he stole another glance at you.
this time, you were looking back at him.
for a fraction of a moment, satan thought he could see a mirage of the scene reflected in your eyes.
you didn't look back down at the words as you continued.
""..and i would love you farther still.""
all satan could think then was oh.
oh.
he could see you think it too. in the way you straightened. the way you fidgeted. the way that despite your obvious nervousness, you didn't look away.
your gaze questioned, pleaded; filled with that oh-so-familiar need to know.
satan's fingers brushed against yours. he squeezed the pad of your fingertip in reassurance.
""then there is nothing left to say.""
dividers from @/clutteredfun
#mine#my writing#fics#requests#obey me#om#om satan#obey me satan#obey me satan x mc#obey me satan x you#obey me satan x reader#om satan x reader
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OC in 15 - Kira Kingston
rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!
Thank you @deepinifhell for tagging me! With her permission, I will be doing a little bit of borrowing from @delucadarling's that have featured Kira, simply because I'm not sure I have enough of my own writing to fill the slots! Dialogue borrowed from her will be marked with an asterisk đ Without further ado! 1. âItâs fine,â She says, offering him a determined smile. âIf weâre working together I suppose I ought to get used to it sooner rather than later, right?â
2. âThat must have been a big change,â Kira says carefully. âDo you miss it?â
3. "I feel like youâll be facing more danger than I do. The biggest threat Iâll be dealing with is wayward needles."
4. Kira laughs. âI wonât force you too if you think itâd be too boring.â
5. â...Now that thatâs settled,â Kira says, clearly pleased with her partner, âletâs go ahead and get started.â*
6. âI didnât have a lot of choice, but I canât say I regret taking the job,â Kira says. âI wanted to help people, you know? And even if Wayhaven is usually a quiet town, I felt certain that I could best help with the new position.â*
7. She gives herself a little shake and squares her shoulders. âCome, letâs get to work â we have a lot to do.â
8. âYouâre teasing me.â âI am,â Kira admits. âBut you always look so adorable when youâre serious.âÂ
9. âIâd like to have you there,â Kira tells her. âAnd I know you'd like to meet her.â
10. âI love you,â she says, whisper-soft. âI think I could do anything with you at my side.âÂ
11. âNo, but youâre alright, arenât you?â Kira says, turning to give Barbie another once over. Barbie nods. âThen I can move on to my second concern, which is why is Bobby here?â*
12. âWhich shirt are you going to wear? Do you need it pressed?â She asks. âI was thinking that green one,â Nat points to where the blouse in question is currently hanging off a hook in Kiraâs open wardrobe.
13. Kira nods, a grim expression on her face. âIâve heard that can be a problem. I feel pretty lucky to not have to worry about that much. The most I have to deal with is the mayor and the police captain, but theyâre both usually so busy puffing their chests out at each other that I think Iâll be able to fly under the radar. Run things properly, you know?"*
14. âI carry a mini first aid kit for things just like this,â Kira says, her tone cheerful, blissfully unaware that thereâs a shark in the water.*
15. Detective Kingston brightens up with a smile. âIsnât it just? I grew up here, you know. My whole life, except for college. I couldnât stay away.â
It was fun to dig around to find fun lines for Kira! And follow up asks about them are always welcome :3c
As a bonus thank-you for reading here's some of the very first Kira & Nat art I did, from about a year ago!
In return I'll tag @delucadarling @serially-wayhaven/@serial-chillr @nat-seal-well @evilbunnyking @agentnatesewell @nsewell @topaz-carbuncle and anyone else who'd like to do it!
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Out of curiousity, do you have any tips for outlining and how to recover from burnout? đ«Łđ«Ł I haven't been able to get words on a page for two months now.
hey anon!! I'm sorry to hear that.
unfortunately, I'm not the best person to ask about burnout, as I tend to try pushing through it and my current state of being (bad) tells me how well that's going for me lmfao. in response to that, my only things I can say is:
there might be a reason why you haven't been able to write for two months, and that's ok. sometimes the well runs dry and you have to wait for rain. two months is not very long and is not a personal failure.
when trying to get over burnout, i tend to pick something low-stakes, silly, and fun to begin with. either a sillier scene for a longer piece, or a piece that's disconnected from my other /serious/ projects. do something that doesn't feel like work.
As to outlining, I have a lot more advice there! so below the cut!
Outlining tips.
the way I outline my work is as follows:
I put all my big plotpoints in a document - the non-negotiables (e.g. in Pieces this was the soul jar, the nature of what ascendency is, the major character death, etc). these are the things that the story needs, to have internal consistency. if you don't have an end at this point, that's so totally fine, but it often helps if you do, because having an ending guarantees the most internal consistency of all.
I tend to outline the start first, and write to a point where I begin to get the tone of the story (in Pieces, this was up to Chapter 7, and the library, I think you can tell because there's a shift in action in this point), and then once I'm there I begin hammering down the specifics of the big plotpoints I mention above.
My outline is always literally bullet points. I start with bulletpoints of the story and its progression, and then as I begin to write in a chapter format, I might make smaller bullet points going beat by beat in a scene.
I try to give myself as much flexibility as possible, beyond the 'internal consistency' point. So while I may have bullet points for the story progression, I do not hammer down a chapter-by-chapter necessarily, because often as you are writing you find the natural breathing points/cliffhangers that will do that for you. If something ends up being longer, I am happy for it to become a chapter - same if conversation etc. that need to happen end up being too short to stand-alone.
Another type of flexibility is the ability to embellish and ad-lib. I typically outline in 'x happens' or "y talks to [side character]", or in lines of dialogue I want to include if I've been struck by inspiration. But the action is not necessarily determined (unless I've been struck down by visions) until I'm writing it. A classic was in Pieces I knew I need to have romance scenes in between plot happening, so I'd be like "something sexy happens" or "another confrontation here". Another example is I knew Orin was going to confront Astarion in an Honest Lie, and she had some goals (wanted to see if he was weak enough to be manipulated, etc.) but the holy water was added last minute when I realised I wanted more horror. Give yourself breathing room to embellish in the moment so you can have fun with it.
My final piece of advice is: know when and when not to stick to your outline! Pieces was my first popular fic as it updated, and a lot of the comments were positing things I wasn't doing. I kept to my outline then, because I knew that trying to change to please others would just fuck the story, bc the story had always been written with a certain ending in mind. So I just had to tunnel down, even if it made people unhappy - at least then, the ending wouldn't feel cheap.
BUT if you are having doubts or... if you're bored, which is the biggest writer killer, then maybe there's a way to spice up your outline. I know sometimes it's unavoidable (Iron throne, I'm looking at you), but try not to do the whole "I am writing to this one fun scene at the end"... you will probably get bored before you get there. Try to make every scene fun for you to write, if you can!!! Be silly with it, as well!
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I forgot the ask. But. I remembered that I forgot it
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love! <3
This is such a delightful and fun (if hard) ask, thank you so much!! đđ In absolutely no order:
I Wanna Live in the Hidden Parts of Your Skin
This one came from a vague idea I'd had for months, and I was so excited when I figured out how to turn it into an actual fic. I'm still really pleased with how it turned out. I like to think the way the pre-war and post-tws sections play off each other works well, and there's some dialogue in this one I really like.
"Was thinkin', you remember that exhibit at the World's Fair? With those models in it?" Steve asks, swirling paint up Bucky's neck. "Nah, why would I remember anything about an exhibit we went to three times?" Bucky says, corner of his mouth lifting up. "Better remind me." "You didn't have to come every time," Steve says, rolling his eyes and rewetting his paintbrush. "I know, but sometimes I enjoy your company," Bucky says. He rolls his eyes right back at Steve, but he can't really hold the expression when Steve's paintbrush makes its way under his collarbone. "What about that exhibit?" "Can't do that in our apartment," Steve says, and Bucky huffs a laugh. "But you're my canvas, right? So you could be my model, too. Could decorate you all up like thatâ if that was okay with you, I mean." "Oh," Bucky says. His hands flex on his thighs. "Said whatever you wanted, didn't I? But. Seems like I might be uh â not too sure I'm dressed right." Steve's hand stills in the middle of painting Bucky's collarbone.
I Held You in Gloved Hands (And Iâm Not Letting Go)Â
I actually reread this recently for the first time since writing/editing/posting, and I have to say that I enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun writing this one, and I hope it's fun to read, too. I like that there's a lot of Wanda, Sam, Natasha, Clint, and Becca (and small children!) in this fic, and I like the world-building I did. And I really do feel like Steve and Bucky deserve some sweet rom-coms with happy endings, and I like that this is my little holiday/small town-set contribution to that.
That's why he'd asked for Steve's help to identify the mystery red as soon as they'd gotten into the car. Because, well, Steve would know. Steve had picked up Bucky's arm and held Bucky's wrist in his hands. He'd examined the red spots in the sunlight coming in through the windows. "Paint," Steve said, still peering down at Bucky's skin and not moving to take the car out of park. "Acrylic, and not my fault. I'm not having anyone paint this week. I think this might be Clint's doing. He borrowed a handful of paintbrushes and pallets last week." "Oh yeah," Buck said, nodding. "I think he's got poster boards over there, too. "Not my kids. 5th graders, maybe?" "That sounds right," Steve said, still holding onto Bucky's wrist but letting his hand slide down to touch Bucky's forearm, too. "Anything special I need to do to get this off? Or will soap and water do it?" Bucky asked, trying not to visibly or audibly react when Steve's fingers gently traced over the paint on his skin. "This much? Soap and water," Steve said, grinning and squeezing Bucky's wrist. "Shouldn't be hard." "Great," Bucky said, swallowing at the gesture. "In that case, I'm gonna jump in the shower as soon as we get back." "Sounds like a plan," Steve said, finally dropping Bucky's wrist. "Actually, I'm just gonna drop you off. I want to run over to Garrat Market and grab a couple things." "Perfect," Bucky said, pulling his hands back to his lap as Steve started the car. And that's why, now, Bucky is in the shower at 4:30 on a Tuesday, watching red paint wash away and thinking about Steve's hands on him.
There Are Strangers I Have Yet to BecomeÂ
This is my most popular Stucky fic, and I feel like that's entirely fair and appropriate. I do like a lot of what I did here, especially the post-tws Bucky headspace I wrote. I also do like think this is awfully romantic.
Being curled into Steve right now and having this kind of closeness isâ He doesn't know what to do with it. He doesn't want it to end. He could get dangerously comfortable with it. He likes it too much. He'd thought the memories of it seemed awfully damn good. It's even better real and in person. It's better, but that's a bad and painful thingâ Because he shouldn't, he can't let, he doesn't get, he can't be, he can't do, andâ He should roll away from Steve. He wants to fold in more. Steve's arm tightens around Bucky and pulls him in closer before Bucky can decide either way. Steve's not awake. The move appears to be completely instinctive and reflexive. A leftover from so many other early mornings they'd shared. It's an awfully strong argument coming from a man whose eyes aren't even open, and Bucky decides to let Steve win this one. He was losing the debate with himself about it, anyway. It's already too close and too much. It's another thing he shouldn't let himself have, but like so many things about Steve being here, he gives into it. It's just once. It's just one impossible-feeling early morning that will never happen again, and he decides to allow himself the aching familiarity and comforting as hell warmth while he's got it.
If I Could Stop the Clock With You TonightÂ
A fic I wrote for Steve's Birthday and Stucky Week in 2023, and that I think turned out really fun. I like the light ID porn, I like a lot of the banter/flirtation, and I like this version of both Steve and Bucky. I also just really like this idea -- the universe bringing these two back together after years and when neither of them are expecting it. I love that for them, and I loved writing it here. It's what Steve would want for his birthday.
My fire escape gets a great view of a few different firework displays," Steve offers, gesturing toward the window that leads to it. "I always watch that." "Oh yeah?" James asks, attention still half on the stove. "That's something. It's more of a cool feature of your apartment than an exciting way to spend your birthday, but it's something." "Yeah," Steve agrees, nodding. "It is, and, you know, I don't really need a huge production or anything for my birthday. Like I said, I'm already celebrating over the weekend." "Would you rather be alone?" James asks, looking at Steve over his shoulder and raising a questioning and curious, but nonjudgemental, eyebrow. "No," Steve says, shaking his head. "No, it's not that. I guess I just don't see any reason for it to be a big deal." "I think there might be a middle ground somewhere between 'big deal' and 'sitting alone on your fire escape,' pal," James says, sending Steve another dangerously close-to-intimate smile when he turns back around. "But it seems like that's where I come in this year." "Yeah, that does seem to have been the idea," Steve agrees, watching James move around the kitchen. "I can't complain so far." James' smile grows in response to Steve's words, and, Steve really can't complain about that."
But Slowly, Because You Know Me
I have a soft spot for this little fic. It's pre-war, and Thanksgiving-set, and it's all feelings and romance sex. (which, I mean, porn-with-feelings is often my comfort zone, so.) And I feel like it's just this warm and sweet little moment for them. I always enjoy writing them pre-war, and I like this little fic.
"You sound awfully sure of yourself," Steve says, unsuccessfully biting back a smile. "What makes you think I've got wishes that would involve you?" "Don't know," Bucky says. He grins wider, shrugging with a false casualness. "Do you?" And dammit, but sometimes â No, okay, maybe it's truthfully more like most, or maybe even all, of the time, Steve is sort of a helpless and hopeless fool for just how much he wants Bucky. He's got no resistance or willpower at all. So he smiles again, not attempting to hide it this time, and he admits, "Actually, you know what? That last time it was hot on Thanksgiving â when we were teenagers? I won that year," Steve says, watching Bucky's face. "That one was about you." "Oh yeah?" Bucky asks. He looks so pleased at just the thought, and his eyes are locked on Steve's. Steve moves even closer to Bucky on the fire escape and nods. "Yeah," he says. He touches two fingers to Bucky's lips. "Got that one, too. Took a while. But I did get it." Bucky's smile gets softer under Steve's touch. He reaches his own hand up to catch Steve's wrist like he wants to keep Steve right there. "You tell me something you're wishing for right now," Bucky says, squeezing Steve's wrist. "And I promise I won't make you wait years for it."
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