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whiskeynwriting · 3 years

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January Fic Recs

Hello my lovies!

January 2022 fic recs are finally here and I am so so excited!!! I was going to do five every month, but this month I’m doing six because I just couldn’t help myself; they are all SO amazing !!

Also, these aren’t rated “best to worst” or anything, they’re entered in by the first one I happened to stumble upon, then the second, and so on (:

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2022 Fanfiction Recommendation List

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1. “Buttons” Frankie Morales x F!Reader

@littlepadika @beskarprincessjenny

Oh my god, I have never read a daddy Frankie fic that was THIS GOOD. I also don’t usually see him this way, it honestly takes a certain writer to really convince me to see him that way, and lord did Pad’ika do it! PLEASE go check it out!!!

Favorite line: He chuckled, "Nuh uh, you're wearing daddy's cum as a reminder to be his good girl."

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2. “Protect You At All Costs” Dave York x F!Reader

@absurdthirst

Seeing Dave do anything to protect his wife and family makes me wanna throw my panties in his face. But then again, when does he not do something that makes me want to throw my panties in his face?

It was also a really, really interesting take. We usually see him in scenarios where he cheats on his wife, which is still hot as fuck lol, but this way was also unbearably sexy and I appreciated the change-up (:

Favorite line: “I didn’t - I haven’t ever told you what I do because I thought you’d be disgusted and leave me. I never imagined you’d get wet.”

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3. “The Vest” Marcus Moreno x Female Reader

@radiowallet

HOLY. SHIT. This was hot as FUCK. Never been a super huge Marcus fan, mainly because I haven’t seen the movie yet, but dear GOD did this do it for me. This was so sexy and sensual and honestly, for some reason (maybe its because I’ve dated sporty boys, idk) I could really see the locker room scene happening irl. 100/10.

Favorite line: “Shit,” he murmurs, his hands finding your waist, squeezing hard. “That’s it, sweet girl. Use me.”

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4. “the grand tour” Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader

@softpedropascal

JAVI MY BABYYYYY UGH he is so so sweet, a literal baby. And then he gets all dominant and sexy? FUCK YEAH JAVI. I love the elusiveness to this whole fic, truly adds a lil bit of mystery to it. And the sexual tension leading up to it all is just SO GOOD.

Favorite line: He continued for a little while longer on one breast before moving to the other. “She wants attention too, hm?”

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5. “Say that you love me” Javier Peña x f!reader

@supernaturalgirl20

Oh my god, this was just *chef’s kiss*. The way this writer managed to put so much fluff and angst and history within a single one-shot astounds me. Truly astounds me. When reader confessed her original intentions to Javi, his reaction legit made me tear up. So. Good.

Favorite line: “What’s wrong hermosa? Tell me what you want. I want you to beg for it.”

And also,

Hola bebé, es tu papá aquí. Te quiero mucho y a tu mamá. Hello baby, it’s your daddy. I love you so much and your mama.

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6. “tell me” Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

@221bshrlocked

Holy fucking shit. I mean, holy fucking shit. This was everything, EVERYTHING. Dominant Din always has my heart but like, how needy he was for her so quickly? Like how overtly turned on and open he was during their very first intimate endeavor? Jesus Christ, this had me sweatin’. So fucking hot.

Favorite line: Fuck, I’m so fucking hard for you right now mesh’la. I could smell you before, could smell how much you wanted me, how wet you were…how wet you still are. Please baby girl, I want to fuck so goddamn badly, but I won’t know what you like unless you tell me. Go on, let me make it all come true.”

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February fic rec’s coming 2/25/22!

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Taglists below the cut (:

General Taglist: @anaaaispunk @dihra-vesa @sweetangel0069 @coaaster @pepascalhoe @evyiione @bport76 @tanzthompson @littlemisspascal @mswarriorbabe80 @just-here-for-the-moment @nagassia @phnyx @woomen23 @hotchlover @balekanemohafe @misscampacyn @practicalghost @pedrostories @xxxroxsxxx @thatpinkshirt

Francisco “Catfish” Morales Taglist: @almaascencio @https-austyn-com @stuck-on-writing @vanered15

Dave York Taglist: @thisisdeftheway @almaascencio @singular-itae

Marcus Moreno Taglist: @almaascencio @https-austyn-com @stuck-on-writing

Javier Peña Taglist: @thisisdeftheway @almaascencio @https-austyn-com @bbyanarchist @stuck-on-writing @singular-itae @vanered15

Din Djarin/The Mandalorian Taglist: @amirra88 @almaascencio @https-austyn-com @bbyanarchist @stuck-on-writing @singular-itae

#livs fic recs #i love all of these so much #so much talent #frankie morales #frankie morales x f!reader #dave york #dave york x f!reader #marcus moreno #marcus moreno x female reader #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x f!reader #javier pena #javier pena x f!reader #din djarin #din djarin x fem!reader

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drakenology · 4 years

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How about when your working as a hotel concierge and one of the famous pro heroes (can be anyone u like, maybe Bakugou? 😉) comes in for a relaxin vacation from doing so many hero work. He doesn’t know us, but he will. 🥴

you are a genius, muah!

thank you anon for inspiring this piece.

Room Service! - Bakugo Katsuki

warnings: smut! (minors gtfo), oral (male receiving & female receiving), mentions of cum, size kink, mirror sex (cause it slaps), just a raunchy hook up between two consenting adults (so pro hero katsukiii)

Tonight was making your job really fucking annoying. You sat at your desk answering phone calls about which pro hero would be staying at your hotel (the only bane of your existence).

Of course you can’t disclose that information because of privacy but you didn’t even know that yourself. You sigh as you hang up the phone on yet another greedy fangirl trying to get closer to whomever would be staying here.

You start to wonder who it might be; that 7 foot tall red head or maybe the sexy blonde who could make you blow whenever he wanted.

It was no secret you’d been a fan of Mr. Dynamight since his earlier days of hero work; your coworkers often caught you doodling your name and his last name on a piece of paper like a high school girl with a monster crush. Your mind wandered, thinking of what you’d do-what you’d say if Dynamight walked into your lobby right-

“Yo. I’ve got a reservation under Katsuki Bakugo.” A raspy voice rang in your ears to snap you out of your daydream, making you jump in surprise. Holy shit, it’s him! Fuck. Stay calm.

“Oh! U-uh.. Welcome Mr. Dynamigh- I mean Bakugo.” You stutter, palms clammy and shaking as you look his name up in the computer.

“You new or somethin’?” Bakugo asked, red eyes peering over the counter and straight down at your body.

Even though this isn’t his first time staying here for vacations he’s never seen a hot little thing like you working the desk. All dressed up in an orange button up blouse and a black pencil skirt he could just lift up and have his way with you in. Damn you look good in orange.

You notice his gaze and turn your attention back to the computer, internally screaming as you realize Katsuki Bakugo is fucking staring at you.

“No. Actually this is my third month here. I usually work mornings but we’re unfortunately incredibly shortstaffed tonight so.. here I am.” You nervously laugh, spelling his name wrong about fifty times out of anxiousness before finally finding his name and room number.

“Room 202, sir. Would you like for me to escort you?” You question, standing from your seat and stretching your limbs since you’ve been sitting in that damned chair all night.

Bakugo drank the shape of your body in, following your curves with his eyes and licking his lips enough for you to see.

“Nah, I got it. You just sit your pretty ass down. I might call you for somethin’ later.” Katsuki says with a wink, hauling his luggage in those big strong arms of his off to the elevator, fuck.

Is he being hot on purpose?

You’re left at your desk hot and bothered. You couldn’t help it but your mind was just filled with all the filthy things you’d do to Katsuki. Thank god no one else came through the lobby for most of the night because with the way you felt right now, how could a girl focus on anything?

Almost an hour goes by quickly, your daydreams and fantasies haulting when you hear the phone ring. Sigh. You reluctantly pick it up, rolling your eyes as you brace to hear yet another fan girl’s screaming.

“Hello, This is Y/N. How can I help you?” You say monotonously, looking down at your nails.

“Hey, sexy desk lady. This you?” The same raspy voice that ached your pussy sang to you.

“Th-this is she.” You gasp, so entranced that you actually answered to the nickname.

“What’s on the menu? I hope all meals include sexy concierges.” He says, his smirk audible. “‘M hungry.”

“Oh. Well we do have a steak dinner I could bring up to you. How does that sound?” You stutter, hardly able to seem professional with his blatant flirting.

“Perfect. Oh and tell your boss or whoever the fuck you answer to that your shift is over. I want you in my room.” Katsuki declared, confidence dripping over every word.

“B-But sir, I can’t just-“ You try to speak, interrupted.

“Customer’s always right.” He teased before hanging up, making sure you got the point.

You take in a breathe, taken aback by how swiftly he can turn you on just by speaking to you. You stand from your chair, almost falling back down from the shakiness of your legs. Fuck it if Bakugo wanted you so badly, here you come. Stumbling into the kitchen you put in Bakugo’s order and tell your manager that the Pro-Hero wants you to deliver his food and keep him company.

“Shit! Hopefully he leaves a good tip. He’s gonna put in such a good rating for us and....” She rambled, the rest of her quarrel falling on deaf ears. You were too busy creaming in your panties at the thought of Bakugo grabbing you by the fucking hair and just-

“Order up!” The chef yells snapping you out of your mindless filth. He’s wheeling over the room service cart for you to take upstairs and shouting something about giving it to him hot.

“Smile, Y/N. Make a good first impression.” Your manager said, leading you to the elevator with one hand on your back.

The ride up felt like the longest elevator ride in history. The walk down the hallway seemed even longer as you look for his room.

200...201....202.

You stand at his door, heart threatning to leap out of your chest as you knock softly.

“Who is it?” Katsuki shouted through the door and some loud rock music.

“Room Service!” You manage, hoping you hid your nervousness well. You hear the music die down and the lock of the door click unlocked.

As the door swung open your eyes beheld the image of Bakugo’s toned and muscular torso without a shirt. His sweatpants hung lazily on his hips, the waistband of his boxers showing proudly. As your eyes unknowingly travel further down you get an eyeful of what he’s packing. And baby it is heat.

His dick-print was so prominent it was almost astounding . Is this him soft? You quickly look back upwards at the tall God in front of you and look at his handsome face. Gruff and just manly looking. His hair was tossed all over his head, eyes low and intense as he smirked at you. How on earth can one man be this attractive?

“Ah. Right on time. Get yer ass in here.” Bakugo rasped, groaning at the sight of you. You push yourself and the cart inside, swallowing the lump in your throat. Bakugo walks in front of you and puts out the joint he smoked just fresh out of the shower.

The employee in you told you to scold him for smoking in the building. But for now, hell, let him do whatever he wants. You push the cart into the small living area of his suite, Bakugo sitting on the loveseat in front of you.

“Damn. You look good behind that cart, ya know that?” He says, looking you up and down with those plush lips between his teeth.

You feel your body get hot, not a single thought behind your eyes.

“I-I u-uhm.” You choke. Katsuki stands from the couch and walks towards you like a lion who had just cornered a gazelle. His hands pull you towards him, face so close to yours he could kiss you if he wanted.

“Speak up, sexy. It’s no fun if you don’t talk back. Don’t tell me you’re nervous.” He purred, leaning into your neck and leaving a chaste kiss.

Your eyes flutter, moaning softly as his kisses become deeper. The trail he left led all the way up to your ear, gasping as he nibbles lightly on your earlobe.

“I-I’m sorry. I am a little ner- ah- vous.” You mewl, feeling like you might drop to the floor as his hands snuck down from your waist and onto your ass.

“Mhm. Just relax. I don’t bite. Well, from the looks of it you like a little biting don’t you?” He teased, letting his hands do more talking for him.

His hands knead and caress your body as he leaned down to kiss you. It was the hottest kiss you’ve ever experienced; his big hands exploring your body while nibbling your bottom lip as he pulled away for air only to dive right back into your mouth. He picked you up and led you to the loveseat; hands planted what seemed like permanently into your ass as he sat you on his lap.

He starts undoing the buttons of your shirt, eventually getting annoyed with the stupid blouse and just ripping it open. You gasp as all the buttons pop and fall on the floor, your bra on full display for Katsuki as he hissed.

“Fuck. ‘So sexy.” He huffs, pulling your tits out of your bra and taking one into his mouth. You’re turning into jelly in his hands, mindlessly grinding your aching pussy against his groin and moaning into the room.

“Shit. You’re an eager one, aren’t you?” Katsuki rasped, pressing a thumb onto your covered clit for you to grind on. Your breathing hitched, knowing he can feel how wet you are through your panties as he took your nipple back into his mouth. Suddenly he stops, causing you to whine from the loss if his mouth.

“Wait, baby. I wanna see what that pretty mouth can do.” Katsuki lulled, pressing his fingers in your mouth while you happily suck on them. You climb off his lap and situate yourself on your knees in front of him, pulling his sweats and boxers down without a second thought.

Fuck was he big. He had girth and length with these sickeningly prominent veins, his pretty dick already deliciously leaking pre-cum. You try not to moan at the upward curve in it, imagining all the spots he can hit with it in just the right angle. And it was heavy too, the spring of his dick leaving his briefs causing it to smack right on his abs. You look up at Bakugo’s eyes who haven’t left you since you got on your knees.

“Go on, sexy. Show me what you got.” He coos, sighing as you take him into your wet mouth.

You tease him a little, swiping your tongue over the head to lick up some of that pre cum. You’re staring at him with hazy eyes, sticking your tongue out and sliding your mouth down until you’re taking him into your throat. Gagging and drooling you bob your head, slurping a bit as he grabbed your hair.

“S-Shiit, baby.” He moans, your drool dripping all over the place as he fucked your mouth with a fist full of your hair. As he’s pulling you up and down on his cock you hollow your cheeks in time with his movements, tears streaming down your face and smudging your mascara.

“You look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth. Fuck.” He hissed, letting go of your hair to let you get up and breathe. You take his cock out of your mouth with a *pop* and stroke him, all your slobber being the perfect lube as you pump and twist up and down with your hand.

Bakugo leans into the loveseat, his head hanging back into the chair as he cussed. You were making him feel so good, shit you were pretty close to making him cum.

“Want me inside you, baby?” He managed, your mouth and hands taking his breath away. You pull away from his dick again, blinking away your tears.

“Uh-huh.” You nod, the fastest thing you could say. Before you know it you’re scooped up and flung onto the bed, your skirt and panties discarded somewhere.

You don’t even ask him to return the favor. To be honest you didn’t need him to. But the way his tongue flicked your clit around was enough to intoxicate anyone. You can’t help the loud moans you let out, legs trembling as he stuck his tongue inside you. He teased your folds with his tongue, sloppily making out with your pussy until you’re completely blank-headed.

“Look at me, baby.” He hummed, immediately wrapping his lips around your clit.

Your eyes roll back, trying hard to look at his face as he devoured you. His fierce eyes caught your hazy gaze, a fucked out expression written all over your face as he quite literally sucked your orgasm out of you. Katsuki’s lips left your pussy, his chin glistening in your slick with a shit eating grin on his face. Maybe he should stay here more often.

“Heh. First time in my life a woman’s left me speechless.” He says sitting up, his dick standing at attention right above your cunt. The bastard starts tapping his cock on your already sensitive clit with a devilish smirk, biting his lip at your reaction.

Every tap made your eyes cross, your puffy clit throbbing at the sensation. Your whines become desperate, causing Katsuki to crave the satisfaction of your begging. With a raised eyebrow he pushed himself only half way inside you, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat.

“You want it? Hm? I’m talkin’ to you.” Katsuki teased, raising your face to look at him by your chin.

God you looked so sexy like this; legs spread, thighs quivering from all the pleasure, a tantalizingly dumb look on your face.

“Y-yes.. Katsuki p-please.” You plead, mewling when he starts moving but way too slow for your liking.

“All of it, yeah?” He further questioned, really enjoying teasing you. The look on your face as he plunged deeper inside you just enough to stretch you was priceless, a little shriek escaping you.

“Yess, god yes.” You bellow, desperate for your itch to finally be scratched. With a dark chuckle Katsuki slams all of his length inside your gummy walls, your head thrown back into the pillows at the brute force. And that dull stretch felt so good, as if Katsuki’s dick was made to fuck you.

“So biig- ngh!” You struggle to say, covering your mouth as you notice you’re screaming for him. Bakugo takes your hand off your mouth and pinned it above your head, smirking down at the dazed face before him.

“I know, baby. So good for me. So fuckin’ tight.” Bakugo rambles, rutting his hips into yours as he lifts your thighs up and throws them over his broad shoulders.

The new position sent shockwaves through your whole body, your cries so audible you swore you heard them echo in his room. His pace was slow but deliberate, that fucking curve hitting that spot over and over again.

“Oh my god! Oh my godd!” You chant, your wet walls clenching down onto his cock threatening to cum all over him.

“Thats it, cum all over my fuckin’ cock.” Bakugo urged, taking one hand and rubbing insane circles into your throbbing clit his thrusts becoming more brutal as you feel him hit your cervix in the most pleasurable way.

You say something about cumming for him or something, the sentence scrambled as you boil over. Your face was too sinful for words to explain, tongue hanging out as you pant and fat tears bubbling in your eyes.

“I’m not finished. Turn around.” Katsuki demands, smacking your thigh to get you to muster whatever strength you have left to turn around.

Next thing you know you’re bent over, Bakugo plunging back inside as if he had already missed the feeling of your sweet walls. His dick was made for this position, the upward curve hitting that sweet spot perfectly.

“God, look at you..” Bakugo says, his gaze meeting the full length mirror in front of his bed. “So fucking sexy.” He muttered, pulling you by your hair to make you behold what he was looking at.

Your eyes meet the glass reflection of you being absolutely railed senselessly by a man you’d desired since you were a teenager. And it all felt so good. You watch his movements, every flex of his muscles, every heave of his chest as he panted. He was so gorgeous. Even when he was pounding your poor pussy into submission; all sweaty and sticky he was really something to marvel at.

“Fuuck you’re gonna make me cum. That’s it baby, just like that.” Bakugo moans, grabbing a fist full of your hair and smacking your ass all while locking eyes with the mirror and back down again to where you both connect.

You’re so fucked out you can hardly speak, chanting filthy words to coax him into cumming while throwing your ass back on him in time with his thrusts. He’s cussing up a storm, his pace speeding up as he hummed nasty words back at you.

“Want me to cum, baby? Yeah? Shiit, you’re pussy’s so fucking good.” He groans, snapping his hips into you and biting a little into your shoulder. Soon you’re cumming for him again; you don’t know how or when but a mixture of his disgusting words and that big fat cock sliding in and out of you just pushed you over the edge yet again.

“Fuck.” Bakugo hissed, pulling out of your gummy walls to cum all over your ass. He’s pumping himself for a while, staring down at your glazed ass and moaning at the sight.

Bakugo nearly shoves himself back inside you when he sees you reach back and swipe some onto your finger and taste his cum.

“Shit.” You both gasp, panting and sharing the same high as Bakugo jumps up to get a towel. You lay limp and damn near lifeless on the bed as he wipes your ass off, smacking it once it was clean.

“That was the best fucking room service I’ve ever ordered.”

#bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines #segsmail 🌈#anon you da best #queue made me do it 🥴

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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hi hi cuties and thigh enthusiasts!! just about a day ago my lil blog full of hornies and changbin thirst reached 1,500 and i am just jaflkjasd :’) since then haha

ah ah this post is already so cheesy hehe but i wanted to say thank you so very much from the bottom of my heart for following me along with my journey with this blog! after having the hobby of writing for the greater part of my life, i’m so immensely thankful that i started this blog and hopefully took ya all on some of the crazy adventures i keep locked up in my head hehe

having this blog has been such a wonderful experience, from learning about myself as a writer, exploring the many, many hornies that i’ve got, and most of all, meeting all of the freakin’ fantastic individuals in this community! ~thank you to each and every one of you for being the sweetest, loveliest, most hilarious and welcoming people i could ever wish to meet and have the honor of getting to know and write for!~

to celebrate, i wanted to make a lil list n’ love letter to my lovely pals for ya to check out! there is fkn CRAZY talent on this list and i highly recommend that ya check out everyone and their masterlists!

to my moots~ GAH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH my whole experience here on smutblr has been made absolutely amazing by you all! GOSH hehe i am full of so much love for you all your brains are seggsy as hell and i’m always rooting for you!! thank you so much for being my friends <3

to my readers~ my loves, thank you, as a writer, to bee seen and heard fulfills every word i write and every lil idea i scribble down. wherever ya are in the world, thank you for taking the time to read my pieces and for sending me love. you are my reason!!

to my anons~ thank you my darlings for all of your kindness, screams in my inbox, every song rec, hard thought and word of encouragement. my lil anon family i love you and appreciate you all so much! thank you for reaching out to me and makin’ a lil home on my account! it means the world to me! <3

to my bunch of (ro)ses~ thank you so much for hyping me with each of my updates, for showing up in my notifs and being overall frickin�� angels! thank you so much for reading as always and i hope that ya like what’s to come!

~hehe i wanted to write ya all lil messages too! while they just scratch the surface, please know that i love ya all to the moon and back!! 🥰~

🌹Writers🌹

@aliceu ~ alice, hehe here’s to all the times that we would ramble about fantasy aus and bounce ideas off eachother, thank you so much for being my go-to and my muse at times! your works are literally magical my love!

@bearseungmin ~ hehe dawn i think that you might be one of my oldest moots on this list! ever since i started out here in this lil corner on the internet, you have been the most supportive, sweet individual there is to me and I can’t say thank you enough! i’m also like, highkey obsessed with everything you write hehehe

@binniesbrat ~ oh my gosh té , hehe lol i will bring this up over and over again bc i’m just so ah ah it makes me melt but fun fact hehe back when i was babybinniesthighs, té reached out to me, and made me felt like i belonged--i literally lysm! your hornies are fantastic my dear, we are so lucky to have you here!

@bruh-changbin ~ dear sky, while we’ve only talked a little in asks, i wanted to express how very dear you are to me! hehe when i update and you hype me up it literally makes my whole frickin’ day! you keep me going! not to mention that your writing is *chef’s kiss* teehee

@bubblelixie ~ ah! kc! we’ve also been moots for a good while, i think back when i was babybinniesthighs too! hehe your overwhelming love and support of me makes my heart frickin’ swell and seeing you in my notifs and my asks with hornies makes me feel so dang fuzzy! you are quite literally one of the most adorable cuties on here! your writing also just *knocks me out* OOF

@chaangbin ~ ours is quite the story dear hazel bean...meaning....i was like, the biggest, nerdiest fangirl of your work for quite some time and very very shy to tell you that it was me ahhhhh haha well here i am ooP your writing is so beautiful and human and immersive in so many ways! i’m crazy lucky to be moots and friends with ya! omg if i say more i will literally embarrass the heck out of myself hahahhaha

@decembermoonskz ~ beautiful izzy, you are such, and i mean such an inspiration to me. the way that you write is so gorgeous and i feel as if i’m in every scene. the way that you create worlds and place your readers in them is frickin’ insane! hehe i love obsessing with ya over chan any day and night! keep goin’!

@dom--minnie ~ len, when i think of comfort, i really think of you. the way that i feel so safe with ya is like, insane. even when we first started chattin’ i just knew that we had an amazin’ thing coming hehe. from horny rambles to literally just talkin’ bout life, i am absurdly lucky to have met you here! you literally deserve everything wonderful in life and i love ya so much!

@etherealeeknow ~ gah gen, my dear, the way that you checked up with me over my lil break just huhuhu thank you so much for being such a lovely and caring person towards me and everyone else whom you meet! you are so precious and i hope ya never forget that!

@fight-me-m8 ~ darling and sweet rosetta, FRICK literally when i think of you oh my gosh i get the fuzzies, i’m so happy that we met and that i was able to witness the beginnings of your account! you have so so much love to give and i will fight you and give you more love back. bb i’m so happy to have you as a moot!

@film-in-my-soul ~ alex! hehe while our friendship is still in the bb stages, i wanted to throw some love your way too!! i’m so hyped to write with you in the future and talk even more! i love how fast we clicked when we started talking about BLs AHA darlin’ you are so sweet and i can’t wait to get to know ya more!

@formidxble ~ kim oh my god, you are a frickin’ force. when you entered this community a lil bit ago, and then made it your own, sharing with us your beautiful brain and lovely kindness, i swear the world must’ve taken a breath or something LOL you always astonish me with your works and i’m literally so excited for what the future holds for you!

@hanflix ~ i think that i speak for so many of us here that rue, you are truly an inspiration. back when i was starting out and even now, reading your works feels like such a treat and i try to savor them all up! as a writer, i look up to you so much and as a wonderful, humble and hardworking person i look up to you as well!! thank you so much for welcoming me when i was babybinniesthighs ilsym!

@hongnanglen-arina ~ arina my fuckin’ love oh my god if i could fly to where you are i frickin’ would!! i really think that the universe did a lil somethin’ somethin’ allowing us to meet. i feel so comfortable with you talkin’ about anything and everything especially hornies they are fkn’ unbridled. i can’t count how many times you’ve made me topple with laugher at like 3am. i’m so happy to have you in my life!

@hyunsluvv ~ kathy istg you are one of the sweetest people i have had the pleasure of meeting on this lil corner of the internet! the care and love that you give to each of your anons, moots and in your work is truly astounding. i remember when you were just starting out i knew that big things were in store for you, and they still are! hehe

@imagineinnie ~ el, you are literally an angel if i have ever met one. it means the whole world to me when i see your dms, and the way that you check up on me and so many others goes to show the utter kindness and selflessness that you exhibit. cutie, thank you so much for always cheering me on and being such a light in this community!!

@instachans ~ kenny, although we’ve just met, i’m already so excited for our friendship to come! you are such an angel and have so much love to give, i’m so thankful that you slide into my asks hehe the future holds such amazing things for you!

@itsapapisongo ~ javi, my dear, there’s just somethin’ about us that flows like frickin’ water. i feel like there’s the people that you meet in life that you kind of just click with, and i’m immensely grateful that i’ve met you. your love, support, hornies and lethal timing with gifs keeps me smiling. you are an astonishing writer and i feel so lucky to be here with you!

@jisungsplatforms ~ sweet ina hehe i’m so glad that ya slid into my asks the day that you did! your vibes are so sweet and peaceful and i feel as if you and your account are such a safe place! i love, love sharing hornies with you over our boys! there is so much ahead for you my dear and i can’t wait!!!

@mochinnie ~ omg i’ve totally said this before so many times, but i am so, so wowed by your work isa and they stick with me for like days after i read your pieces! i am so utterly inspired by you! i love your blog’s aesthetic and how you are always truthfully yourself i admire this so much! when i was starting out your works kept me goin’! thank you so much for this hehe

@mzmezzler ~ ryan you literally deserve the whole world! not to mention that you are doing god’s work writing sub!skz! sweets, each of your pieces are so wonderful and imaginative and your lil memes and thoughts are so cute! please always keep doing you!!

@ohmysparkle ~ sparkle: oh my gosh where can i start??? you are one fkn’ badass sparklin’ cat and my freakin’ role model. every day i am so astonished over how well spoken, wise, and reasonable you are while also being off the walls unapologetically yourself. my dear plz always shout with me about sub!hyunjin teehee

@seungmoomin ~ nia big sexy brain!! holy shit the fkn talent in this bus? astronomical! nia i am absoluately WEAK over your writings and highkey you as a person over all! i swear, your blog is a gold mine and your personality is so wonderful i can’t put it into words LOL there’s no one quite like you and i can’t even count how many times you’ve got me dying laughing here ily!!

@yourdaddychan ~ LUNA my queen of capitalization and screaming in dms, you add a spice to my life that i didn’t know was missing. talking to you in every format is fkn fantastic and lights up my day no matter how gloomy its been. i really feel like this is your world and i’m just livin’ in it LOL I LOVE YEW

🌹Readers🌹

@introjoonie ~ mai, this account would literally not be in existence if not for you, and it’s provided me with such happiness over these few months! thank you so much for encouraging me to let my hornies to the wind, and for listening to all my rambles about it since. thank you so much for being a lovely best friend, cheerleader and person. i’ll be seeing you soon!

@jeonglixie, @lechanters, @inlovewithasa, @pixxie-lixxie ~ my loves there is something so, so beautiful about each and every one of you, i cannot thank you enough for reading my works and for being so overwhelmingly supportive and kind with your feedback time and again. i’m so blessed to have such wonderful readers such as you! my time here on tumblr has been made by you and so many others of my unbelievably sweet readers!

@lovesfaith ~ ahh tumblr is being rude not letting me tag ya but sweets i just wanted to thank you so much for your kindness too! i adore talking with ya about astrology n’ just life and the way that you read me like a book is CRAZY haha thank you for being you Bambi!

@meow-minho ~ marine, every time that i see you on tumblr i am so thankful for your grace, and just lovely welcoming vibes. i am so thankful to have such a lovely person as you in my life and i can’t express how much me (and i’m sure so many other writers on here) appreciate your feedback. thank you so much!

@synnocence ~ wonderful cee, since first meeting you i feel like i’ve had the pleasure of getting to know such a wonderful human and equally amazin’ fellow bin stan! i can’t thank you enough for how much you’ve helped me grow my bin collection! dm-ing with you is always such a joy and you deserve the frickin’ world my friend!!

once again, thank you so much for poppin by and giving me a read, an ask, a dm or simply just sending bin pics my way hehe

i hope to write much more in the future and to lash out with all the hornies that i’ve got! i can’t wait to share more with you all! thank you so much for being my motivation, as well as seggsy ass cuties who i am so lucky to share this space with!!

have you thought about changbin’s thighs today yet? well...now you have 😉

#binniesthighs #uglycries #milestone hehe #Ro loves you so! much!#thank yo so much!!!

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astralkoo · 4 years

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I love your work! Do you have any JJK or Jimin fanfics to recommend to us, besides yours? (I've read all of it at least 10x each lol)

First of all thank you so much, you’re an angel and I’m so so so so incredibly happy you enjoy my writing 🥺❤️ second of all do I ever!!!!!!! I’ve never made a fic rec list before so bear with me:

JJK

One Shots ;

Kiss it Better by @jincherie

(okay literally everything written by jincherie is amazing I am obsessed w her hybrid/supernatural fanfics, I’d definitely recommend you check those out but cheerleader jk wearing a FREAKING SKIRT just does something to me. And it’s so cute and funny and adorable and you just will absolutely love the all of the characters)

Bite Me by @jeonsweetpea

(where do I even begin? Vampire reader? Masochist Guk? How do I express my love for this one shot? I do not know. But I love it, very much and highly HIGHLY recommend. I’ve read it so many times it’s not even funny at this point. And it’s still one of my favorites ever.)

Euphoria by @jeonsweetpea

(I have a massive weak spot for anything android I think that is so freaking cool and this one shot was so good!!!!! Subby Android Jungkook is just heaven for me okay, like my wet dream. Sorry was that TMI? whatever, check out this one shot!!!)

Deal by @vinterjeon

Hopping Mad For You by @readyplayerhobi

(This is the fic that made me realize that all I needed in my life was bunny guk and I high highly recommend reading it (if you haven’t already) bc it is sososososoos adorable and guk is the most precious human/bunny ever to exist and I love it with all my heart)

Little Wolf, Pretty Wolf, Your Wolf by @readyplayerhobi

Knock Out by @gamerguk

(I remember seeing the teaser for this and being so excited and checking back every day for the full fic to be posted and then it was and all of my expectations were exceeded and I absolutely loved it oh my god it’s so funny and sexy and yes I recommend.)

Baby Boy by @gukptune

(this is one of the first guk fics I read on here so I have a soft spot for it :(( plus I love it and guk is adorable and sub guk is even cuter thank you and goodnight.)

Gold Rush by @nochugguk

Cardboard Castle by @kittae

(the image of jungkook sucking a popsicle has been burned into my head and haunting me ever since I’ve read this fic. and also I want to build a fort and cuddle w him in it. The perfect sexy cute combination.)

Dumbo by @cinnaminsvga

(this fic is wild bro, the reader is crazy bold and I love it and jk has nipple piercings and I can’t get that image out of my head it’s so sexy oh my god.)

Wintervale by @fantasybangtan

(ohhhhhhhhh my goddddddd I loved this one shot so muchhhhhhh it was so sexy and well written and ugh. Again, subby jk so I love it, thank you very much. It’s part of a series, and I’d definitely recommend you check out Taehyung’s pirate au too which is also phenomenal.)

Stay In Your Lane by @luxekook

(oh my goddddddd bratty kook is a big yes!!!!!! and this fic portrays that so well and I love love love it!!!)

Series/Multiple Parts ;

Freak-Quency by @gukslut [ Companion Piece : Boots ]

(he spits in your mouth and you punish him and it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever read and I love it and oh my god yes + plus rockstar!guk is just something else yum)

To Tame a God by @vinterjeon

(holy fcking shit, this series is just *chefs kiss* immaculate in words I can’t even begin to describe. I’m a btch for a good werewolf au and the fact that kookie is a bit of a sub? yessir thank you very much plz check this out it’s one of my favorite series ever)

Bunny Troubles by @appreciatethefoolishness

(this fic is so freaking cute I can’t handle it. Bunny!guk and Sub!guk tied into one is almost too much for me to handle on its own but wrapped up in this adorable fic is just UGH you know?)

Bitchin’ by @kinktae

Flesh & Blood by @kinktae

(okay jungkook is literally a freaking zombie how sick is that? I loved Warm Bodies (both the book and the movie) so I love this series!!! It’s cute, funny, smexy and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it!)

The Doms Next Door by @tatertotthethot (ft. Tae)

(okay hear my out. I usually do not read dom!bts fanfic bc I prefer subby boys over dom boys, I don’t know why that’s just how my mama made me. But this fanfic— holy— oh my god how do I even— it’s so phenomenally written and so enrapturing and engaging that it just completely pulls you into the plot and you become invested and intrigued and holy fuck it’s so sexy and I really did like reading it a lot so even if you’re not so into dom!bts I’d say give this a chance and see what you think!)

Secrets of Silk by @nochugguk

(y’all wanna talk about camboy guk? Because I do. And this fic is freaking immaculate. I read it a while ago so I don’t remember too many specific details but dude, I remember just being hooked and absolutely loving it.”

Felicity by @nochugguk

For Science by @boymeetsweevil

(ugh I love love this series, it funny and cute and sexy and the perfect amount of messy and I def recommend checking it out!!!!)

If your into sub guk please check out @namsjunies fics, just all of them bro HERE is the link to their masterslist

PJM

One Shots ;

While You’re At It by @aureumjeon

(dudeeeee I remember seeing the teaser for this and getting hooked immediately!!! And then I read the actual fic and it was so freaking good!!!!! Pool Boy Jimin is something to behold, I must say.)

Florezco by @honeymoonjin

(this one shot is just so pretty. It is so freaking pretty. There is something so rhythmic and beautiful about the way it was written, the words and language used. The descriptions are beyond astounding. The plot as well is so amazing, you can see through every little interaction how their relationship grows and developed and it is so beautiful.)

Diary of a Bodyguard by @kernelmeow

Series/Mutiple Parts ;

Good Boy by @btssmutgalore

(if I’m going to talk about sub jimin, I’m going to talk about the Good Boy series, I mean come on that’s just a given. This series just— yes. The character development, the relationship growth, the ridiculously well written plot, just all of it. It’s an amazing read through and through and a definite must read!!!)

Handyman by @drquinzelharleen (ft. Tae)

(ohmygod I love this series so much. Jimin yum, reader is a boss bitch, the sex is right up my alley but it also has plot with ups and downs and I very much enjoyed reading it and perhaps (more than likely) you will too.)

Timid by @jincherie

(I melt every time. It’s so sweet, so cute, freaking tooth rotting. Jiminie is so precious and lovable and shy and I am so weak for him it’s actually not even funny. If you want cute hybrid jiminie, this is the fic to read, I swear you won’t regret it.)

Blood Rank by @gukptune

Baby, Baby by @hobiwonder (ft. Tae)

(bro, the relationship between Tae, Minnie, and the reader is just— wow. The development between the three is incredible and oh my goddd its amazing.)

Between Other Worldly Creatures by @btsjeonjazz (ft. Tae)

JJK + PJM

Humanity by @bts-trash-blog

(these hybrid babies are so precious bro I swearrrrr this fic gave me a roller coaster of emotions and I can’t wait for more parts to come out!!!)

Peach Blossoms by @pasteljeon

Abundance by @angelicyoongie

(okay, I know this is technically OT7 but oh my god, you wanna talk about one of the best hybrid fics I have ever read??????? It is so incredibly well written and the boys are a mess but an adorable lovable mess and guk is so cute and jiminie is a little shit but damnit I love it and I am so excited for when everything falls into place and they’re happy and lovey and sorry I am getting ahead of myself but if you haven’t read it already, it’s a must read.)

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nasaty · 3 years

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Vieux Carré

Shouta Aizawa x (she/her) reader. Angst, fluff, and smut! This is a choose your own ending! There are three separate endings and a few choices. 15 part series.

This is just a smut chapter.

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU PICKED OPTION B (the chapters are not entirely in order as this is a choose your own adventure.)

Ch 7 (if you chose option A)

“…I want you, Shouta. …please.” You whined, leaning to allow him to move up your neck. He took this as an invitation, slowly kissing up toward your earlobe and nibbling on it.

“I want you too…” he groaned into your ear. You felt something hard press into you, pushing you up against the counter.

You whined at the feeling of his hand reaching up and grabbing your breast, and the grinding against your hip. Warmth spreading throughout you, you felt your underwear become soaked in seconds.

His breath was hot on your back. He pulled away and spun you around so you were facing him.

“God damn you’re sexy,” he grumbled. Before you could even respond, his lips collided into yours forcefully and hungrily. It made you whimper.

He leaned down and lifted you up by your legs to sit on the kitchen island as you giggled. His hands moved all over you as if he could not get enough. He gradually started moving his kisses down your torso, pushed up your skirt, and pulled off your panties. He pulled you forward so you were sitting at the edge of the counter and started kissing your thighs.

“…oh …my god…” You were panting as he started teasing your soaking entrance.

“Lay down,” he commanded, and you indulged.

He bent your legs and put them over his shoulders kissing them up and down.

“Fuck…you’re soaked, kitten,” you giggled at the name he gave you.

“You like that? When I call you kitten?” He questioned. Before you could answer he had placed his mouth around your clit and teased your opening with his fingers.

“Oh my GOD.” You wailed. He was lapping at your pussy and slipped a finger in. He was astounding. He looked up at you and you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly. He growled, obviously enjoying every second.

As he slipped another finger in you cried out “FUCK Shouta ohhh my god-“ he had two fingers in your hole and his thumb fussed with your clit as he lapped up your excess juices.

“YES, say my name, kitten, who am I?”

You screamed, “Shouta! …please!”

“Please what, kitten?”

“Fuck me, Shouta!”

He swiftly pulled his fingers out of you and you gasped at the space left inside. You heard jingling from his pants and you sat up to help him. He removed his belt and you grasped at the clasp of his pants to do away with them. Once his slacks drop to the floor, he maneuvered his cock out of his boxers. It was dripping with precum and you could see it pulsing. Without a seconds notice, he picked you up with your legs still over his shoulders, folded you in half and held you up by your ass. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he lifted you up off the counter. He expertly maneuvered himself inside of you and pounded himself into you while holding you up.

You threw your head back in ecstasy, seeing spots and moaning nonsense. He grunted with each thrust and you couldn’t take it. He was so deep inside of you and the sounds of your skin smacking together was intoxicating.

“Shoutaaaa I’m….I…” you couldn’t even speak, the pleasure was unbearable.

“Cum for me kitten,” his seductive voice put you over the edge as you wailed and came on his cock. His pace didn’t slow and you felt your wetness drip down the front of him.

“OH MY GOD,” you screamed as you road out your orgasm. You clamped down on him and he moaned as he emptied himself into you. He circled your clit with his thumb causing you to cum again.

“Oh Shouta!!” Tears ran down your face and you could hardly breathe. He kept up his pace until he knew you were finished, and set you back down on the counter, still inside of you.

“Holy…shit...” you panted as you fell back to lay on the counter. He lazily pulled himself out of you with a loud moan and stared as he watched his cum leak out of you in bliss. You both sat without speaking to catch your breath for a few moments.

“Hope you were still okay with me cumming inside like you offered last time I saw you.” You giggled, still winded.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he offered a hand to help you sit up. As you lowered yourself off the counter, you realized your legs were very unstable, grasping on to his shirt for balance.

“Oh, heh, you need some help?” You nodded and he leaned and picked you up bridal style. A mixture of your juices dripped out of you onto his arm. When he sat you down in the bathroom, he looked you directly in the eyes and licked every last drop off of himself.

“God you taste so good,” he groaned and you shuttered.

He squeezed past you and turned on the shower as you watched him. At some point he had unbuttoned his shirt, and he was completely bare otherwise. His chest was glistening with sweat and he looked like a work of art. You felt yourself drip a little more.

“Linens?” He questioned and pointed toward the hall closet. You nodded and he opened it, grabbed a few towels and wash clothes and returned to the bathroom.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. I’m right behind you.” He said, placing the towels on the counter.

You started to strip down because somehow the only thing he actually took off of you that whole time was your underwear. You looked at him while stepping out of your skirt, and he was just leaning on the counter, observing you with a smirk on his face, almost as if he was proud of himself.

You stepped into the shower and as he promised, he got in soon after you. He took the soap and wetted the washcloth in warm water and started to massage you with it, throughout your whole body. Every bit of tension that was left was released. You grabbed the other washcloth and started doing the same for him.

He spoke up, “You don’t have to-“

“I want to,” you interrupted him. You were so thankful for how gentle he was with you, of course you wanted to return the favor. He blushed and let you continue.

You both finished showering and climbed out to dry off. He planted a honeyed kiss on your forehead as he held your cheek, and you walked out of the bathroom together in blissful silence.

“Bed?” You asked.

“Yes please.” He groaned.

You lead him to the bedroom, hung up both of your towels and crawled into bed. He slung his arms around you lazily, and you intertwined your legs with his. You both fell asleep quickly in each others arms.

Go to ch. 9

#aizawa fanfiction #aizawa x female reader #bnha aizawa #bnha #mha #aizawa fluff #aizawa slow burn #aizawa smut #aizawa x you #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x reader

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astringofmadhousefloozies · 4 years

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Ghost Wedding: The Remix

So, uh, here’s the first actual fanfic I’ve written, and the first full length piece I’ve written in literal years. I wrote it for my own amusement, after weeks of eating up various bits of TWST lore and scenes and going “But, how would the whole Ghost marriage story have gone with a Yuu who was more like me a goth bisexual disaster?

What follows is a series of vignnetes, starring a Yuu who’s the only girl in NRC, with deeply questionable taste, told in the second person. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, I crave positive feedback and like when other people enjoy the things I like.

Contend warnings for blood, body horror, emeto, coarse language and pretentious word choices.

You've been here a while. En-Arr-See wasn't precisely a safe place, what with your dorm being a condemned hellpit of tetanus and black mold, and powerful magicians having mutagenic psychotic breaks only curable by kicking their ass so hard it flies out their mouth. But certainly, it wasn't boring, and you'd made friends. You had your scrappy ginger Ace in the hole; your serious mamas-boy Deuce; your funny little not-a-cat Grim. Hell, you even have your Horned Boy, he of the poison-coloured eyes that never seem to leave your face when you talk about fun things like books and music and the moral imperative of dissolving the monarchy. And, you were on speaking terms with a good chunk of others. So, when your favourite little robot came up to Crowley, yelling something about ghosts kidnapping his brother, you took his hand and said, "Ortho, show me what's going on." After all, you won't let anything happen to Idia. You have plans for him yet.

~*~*~*~

Some beauties might launch a thousand ships, and in your (objectively correct) opinion, while Idia's beauty wouldn't lead to a ten year siege of Troy, he'd certainly convince everyone attending Whitby Goth Weekend to haul off into the sea with a beat of his lashes. The first time you'd seen him, you'd simply stared in slack-jawed awe. He was luminescent; even leaving behind the fiery hair that flashed and swelled behind him, his eyes were a bright clear amber, and his skin translucent, with his own blue veins serving as the detailing in the marble. Add in the deeply circled eyes and the bluish discolouration of the lips, and the figure he presented was arresting, astounding, more beautiful and unreal than anything you'd conjured up after staying up all night reading ghost stories. "Magnificent," you'd said to yourself, and if your friends gave you a strange look, well, fuck 'em. They have no sense of beauty or taste.

Unfortunately, the intensity of your gaze proved too much for him, and he'd fled. You'd had no time to pursue the object of your infatuation either, class would soon begin, and Grim was yelling. Later, then. There's all the time in the world to ask after the fine young man with the lamplight eyes.

~*~*~*~ "Oh no," you said when Ortho showed you the video. "She's really hot."

Grim gawked and Crowley raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you take from this?"

"You're the one with an all-boys school. What's a girl like me to do when a pretty girl pops up?"

"She's a ghost, Yuu."

"That's the best part."

"My brother-"

"I'll help you, dear." You set a hand on Ortho's shoulder. "He must be so frightened, right? I'll do what you need."

Before anyone could say anything else, a racket started up outside, and things got a little busy.

~*~*~*~ "Do you mind if I sit?"

Idia looked up at you. starting at the intrusion. His face was awash in blue from the conjured screens around him, his lips gone black. "...Why?"

"Tables are full. I'd rather not eat standing." He didn't explicitly say no, so you settled across the table, a few chairs down. He made a fascinating tableau as you picked at your lunch, flicking through and typing at the screen. Lines of code, schematics for all sorts of tech, occasional comics all flit across the pane of light in a million shades of blue. Until...

"Could you pretend I'm a bug?"

You squinted. "What." What the actual hell did he mean by that.

"Pretend I'm not here. I'm beneath notice."

You stop for a moment and smile, faint enough that he can't see the devil in it. "You want me to treat you like an insect."

"Yes." Hard to see in the light, there was a small twitch by his temple, a barely perceptible shake in his long fingered hands.

"Alright." With that, you slide down the table to directly across from him, settle you chin in your hands, and stare at him unblinkingly.

"?!?!?" The squawk he made was undignified and deeply, deeply endearing. "What are you doing?"

"You asked me to treat you like an insect." You smile at him, full of mischief and good cheer. "So I'm looking at you very closely. I'm taking in every sweet action, and delighting that the day has conspired to put something so wonderful in front of me."

Oh, who would have thought that this blue boy could turn so pink! As he pulled his hood up, you chuckle and move back to your tray. "I'll let you be," you say, and did indeed, for the amount of time it took him to close up shop and flee back to the depths of Ignihyde. When you waved at him as he went by, he nearly tripped in his haste.

~*~*~*~ "Stop laughing."

The boys did not listen.

"May others show you the kindness you've shown Idia if you're in a bind."

"You're just mad because she's gonna kill your-"

"Grim? Shut the fuck up. Now; who's helping."

After a chorus of 'no's, you drag your fingers through your hair. "I hate all of you so fucking much right now... Ortho, your ideas?"

Ortho's idea was deeply enticing but Crowley would not have the school leveled, and thankfully, the two of them threatened and guilted the others into helping. You'd have to say thank you later, but god, then Crowley might think you actually liked him instead of just finding him funny, and who needed that in their life?

"Alright, so... A plan?"

~*~*~*~ As badly as he might've liked to have escaped, there was only one empty seat in the class, and it was by him. So, Idia threw his hood up, along with his headphones, and started blatantly ignoring you.

"Idia." Silence.

"Idia." A faint grunt and he turned away from you.

"Shroud," you intoned in the most sepulchral tone you could, setting you hand in his field of vision. He whipped his head at you, the fire in his eyes nothing compared to the changing colours on his head.

"WHAT."

You raise your hands in supplication, trying to still your racing heart. "I'm sorry dude. I wanted to ask where you got your screens?"

"My screens?" His eyes flicked back to his schoolwork, hovering in the air. "I made them myself."

Your face lit up in awe. "That's amazing dude, holy shit. How'd you do that? It's a damn miracle."

"Ah... well..." Two sides warred within him - pride that someone recognized his tech genius, and his deep seated anxiety that anyone trying to be nice was just fucking with him. Fortunately for both of you, pride won out. "It's certainly something complicated for a magicless normie like you to understand." He raised a questioning eyebrow. "Do you really want to hear?"

You fixed him with a level look. "Never call me that again. Now, start like I'm five and go from there."

He stared back at you, and you stared right back. "Indulge me, Idia."

He gave you a smile full of sharp, crooked teeth, and while you tried to still the palpitations the sight of them gave you, he started with very basic theory, and went from there.

~*~*~*~ "You are not going to seduce the ghost bride, Yuu."

"Why the hell not?"

"You're a girl?"

"You're kinda plain."

"You're fat."

"She's probably straight?"

You point in turn at Leona, Azul, Vil, and Kalim. "So?, no I'm plenty hot actually, get fucked, and... Okay, That is a good point. But Kal, you have no idea how many straight girls I've managed to kiss."

"I think you'd die, Shrimpie," Floyd said as he flopped heavily over your shoulders, giggling as you attempted to untangle yourself. "And you're short."

"Yeah, but you have no idea how hot I am when I'm actually try- Shut up, Vil - Like, I clean up so good you guys. I even made a suit a couple weeks ago -"

"That's convenient? Weirdly so?"

"I found suiting that wasn't moth eaten and decided to have fun, at least-" You finally escape from the noodly arms of Leech the Wild One. "Let me suit up and show you? I can be so sexy, you guys. Come on."

In answer to the confused silence, you took your keys out of your pocket and chucked them at Deuce's confused face. "Adeuce! Grim! It's on the vanity in my room!"

"But ghosts?"

"Say you're clearing out things so that we won't bother... No, actually just go the balcony way."

"You can't unlock the balcony from the outside without a lockpick, it only locks from the inside."

A moment of silence. "Lilia, what the fuck?"

He shrugged. "I moved everything two inches to the left once to see if you noticed."

"I wasn't imagining things?!?"

This'll take a moment to sort out, and the clock is ticking...

~*~*~*~ You truly liked the woods! Green and quiet. Full of things that crawled and scurried, little friends that squeaked and croaked and hissed. The occasional precious treasure of a small bone or edible mushroom. So, you were quite surprised when you found Idia, miserable, crouched beside a fallen log.

"... Skipping gym?" Going by the uniform, the most likely answer. "Or did you finally realize that outside doesn't always bite?"

He scowled at you, and you stifled a giggle when you realized that yes, he was actually covered in bug bites. "They should replace this with a mall."

"You hate malls. Too many people." You reached out a hand, and pulled him to his feet. Idly, you wondered if he'd let you try and fit your hands around his waist, but thought better of asking.

"Game stores are alright. No one bothers you in one, or in arcades. And." He stopped, as he brushed the dirt from his legs, before continuing in a mumble you only got the gist of.

"Me and Ortho will be your big, scary guard dogs?"

"... Who'll notice me with both of you?"

"Everyone." Because he's the most beautiful person in the room, and they'd be mad not to look. "Because you show up so rarely. It makes it all the more noticeable when you are out, so everyone pays attention." You held out a hand. "I'll take you out the back way so you don't get in trouble."

No dice. He held his hands in close. "I'll just follow."

"Alright. Why'd you go out this far in the woods with no map, anyways?"

"There's no cell service..."

"Clearly, we need to turn your blood into a wi-fi signal, instead of liquid sugar."

He huffed, but he did follow you, and was actually approaching a good mood once you escorted him through the Ramshackle gates.

~*~*~*~ "Hey, what did I miss?" It took entirely too long to get a single lock of hair to to a perfect insouciant flip over your forehead, even with the eternally stylish Sam's help.

"She's slapped everyone who went to propose, and when she does you're paralyzed for 500 years."

"Christ," You say as you adjust a pin on your lapel. "We have to get Idia back, he'll get what? A week before he gets the hand."

"She's so fussy!" yelled Grim. "You have to sing and have a dog and she hates poison flowers."

"Clearly, she has no taste." Honestly,you thought her taste was just fine, what with thinking Idia was the finest of the bunch. He was very princely, if your tastes ran to exquisite corpses with the personality of a neurotic goblin. "Who wouldn't want poison blossoms?" Tie? No tie? Tie? No tie? No tie. And unbutton. Leona wishes he had this chest.

"We know she has no taste because she chose Idia."

You chose to ignore that, and clapped. "Okay, Round Two!"

~*~*~*~ The truest tragedy of this school was that it was all boys. Not that boys were bad by any means, you certainly enjoyed them, but... girls. Tall girls! Short girls! Busty girls! Petite girls! Butch girls! Femme girls! Fat girls! Girls!

So many kinds of girls, and you, in all of your plump and handsome glory, were the only girl in an entire high school. Welcome to hell.

You accepted no gifts that came unvetted. You had friends ward the everloving bajeezus out of your dorm room. Grim was more than happy to test your food and drink for tampering, but it was exhausting. You at least knew that any food you ate at the Mostro Lounge was clear, but that was only because everyone was too damn scared of the eternally hovering Floyd to try anything while there.

So, you eat a lot of vending machine snacks.

You've been standing there for fifteen minutes, trying to figure out the best combo with your limited funds, when someone coughed behind you.

"??? Oh, hey Idia." You stepped aside while he shuffled up to the glass and peered in. "Anything to recommend? I got this." You waved your bill in the air.

He only looked at you a moment before looking back at the machine. "That won't get you much."

"Ah, don't I know it. But it's all I got."

He still wasn't looking directly at you, but a smile started to creep across his face. "Get your bag."

"Wha-" He was already tapping out a beat with the keypad, blue sparks flying from his fingertips, the machine starting to groan and shiver. With a final note, the snack machine gave a final heaving shudder - and every single snack fell to the bottom of the machine.

He was so proud as he smiled at you, reaching down and pulling a single bag of gummies from the spilled mess. "You first."

And, as you stuffed your schoolbag and pockets full of thieved goods, praising his genius, his cleverness, his skills, he just glowed.

~*~*~*~ "I guess you were ahead of the game, Yuu. She hates that no one's dressed up properly. And..."

"And? You raised an eyebrow at Ace.

"You do look stylish. But you need backup."

"Of course. You'll all rescue people while I distract her!”

"But what if she slaps you?"

"You'll step in if that happens. But we have to dress you all up."

"Did you makes spares?"

"No." Tragic, everyone would look so cute in summerweight green wool. "Let's ask Sam, he's got everything."

~*~*~*~ "Okay, Ortho, you see?" You held his back to your chest, and raised your hand in front of his face, palm away from him. As you wiggled your fingers, you could see movement on the back of your hand. "Those are tendons. Those, and the muscles, are what move the bones, make your hands move. If you put your fingers here," you say as you place his fingertips over the moving lines, "you should be able to feel it."

"I do! They go up and down. What's the popping?"

"That's my faulty joints, we'll cover those another day. Now," you flipped your hand over, and moved his fingers to your wrist. "You feel that?"

"That is your pulse! It's not as string as it should be."

"I'm not always in the best of health. So, Ortho. My hand moves by muscles and tendons when I think of it. My blood moves through my body, one beat at a time, and you can feel it. Right?"

"Right."

"You," you say, as you take Ortho's other hand. "Your hand moves by motors and servos, when you think about it. Electricity and magic moves through your body, in beats so fast we can't perceive it, and it's as measurable as my pulse."

"... Because I am a robot."

"Because you are a bit different. But we're both alive, we're both real, just in different ways." You turn to look at Ortho directly, and he looks back at you with yellow eyes that are actual, real lamps. "Don't let anyone ever say you're not real, or alive, or good enough, just because you're different."

And though you can't see it, you can feel Idia smiling from the corner of his room.

~*~*~*~ Alright. No more time for memories, only the here and now. You've got a heart full of love, a pocket full of ring, and a head full of stupid. You're as prepared as anyone else who went in. Start on your left foot, and...

"Hello? Excuse me?" You make a cursory knock at the doorframe before stepping in. "I heard there was a wedding."

The bride - Eliza - whirled on you, and stopped. She was even more of a vision in person, airy translucence and fine, sweet features currently arranged in confusion. "Ah- Yes! I'm getting married to my darling Prince Idia! Right away, so-"

Not if I have my way about it, you thought to yourself as you arranged yourself in a perfect bow, one hand behind your back. You pretended not to notice Idia trussed up with rope, but you filed the sight away for later. "How wonderful. I wish you only happiness. But it must wait."

Before she could get her hand ready, you straightened and fixed her with your best smile. "My dearest princess, I cannot let this happen until I dance with the most beautiful person in this room. It would be improper to do so with a newlywed, and I cannot know peace until I dance. Would you be so kind, my fair princess?"

She was still baffled. "Aren't you a girl?"

You keyed up the brightness. "I am, and I dance very well. Would you indulge me, my dear?"

You could see her considering it. "You... are rather princely. Can you lead?"

"Of course. May I?" Again with the bow, and to your delight, she returned with a flawless curtsy. Hand in hand, you began.

~*~*~*~ It was delightful, to dance with this silly ghost girl. Everywhere your bodies touched, from her hand in yours to what would have been a fine chest, but was instead a clean and elegant ribcage festooned with pearls, heat seeped away and left only a chill as cold as clay. Her footwork was flawless, considering she no longer had feet, and she was so easy to chat with. She asked you about your dog (none currently, but you'd love to have one, and there was Grim in the meantime), your singing, (little voice to speak of, but that was what vocal coaches were for), and why you wanted to dance with her (because when would the chance ever come again? Unless fairest Eliza considered her for forever and a day.)

"But what of dear Idia?" She'd almost looked towards where Idia no longer was, having been unknotted long ago, but you drew her back in before she could notice the chaos around her.

" 'Dear Idia', though as beautiful as the moon in the sky, has cold feet, my love. He's afraid of dying. But I? I'd cherish you for all of eternity." You leaned in closer. "I am not afraid of dying, beloved. To journey with you through realms beyond mortal reach. I can think of nothing more exciting than to cross the barrier to the other side, hand in hand with you. In the words of a fine sir from my home, 'to die by your side/the pleasure, the privilege is mine'. Please, please consider me, please..."

Here's how it should have gone: She said yes, and you put the ring on her finger, and all was well. But you'd awakened such a sweet hunger in her, she could not wait for propriety. Instead, she grasped your face and kissed you with the passion of five hundred years search, found.

~*~*~*~ It was so pleasant at first, that you couldn't help but return it. When had anyone ever kissed you with such passion? But quickly, the chill began to overtake you. It could have been bearable, but after that was pain. You started to shake, uncontrollably, as every nerve in your body was scraped away with a rusty blade, and as you weakly tried to push away, as blood began to flow from your eyes, your mouth, every pore and orifice, she still would not let go. All you could think was it hurts it hurts it hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts and, as you slipped to a grey place beyond where pain could touch you, you barely noticed the cacophony around you, or something hurtling towards the two of you from the corner of your eye.

Something blue.

~*~*~*~ When you finally woke up, through a drugged and painful haze, you couldn't tell where you were. When you jolted up, the pain of it sending you into a nauseated fit of blood-flecked coughing, a familiar yelp sounded, and you turned to see Idia, little the worse for wear.

"You're up, uh..." He fumbled something onto the table, behind his back. "I."

You just looked. At him, at the surroundings. A hospital bed, with gifts and flowers (most filched from the wedding venue, but someone had stuck Jade's poison blossom into a vase and set it in the far corner). Idia was the only one present, seeing as it was the middle of the night.

"Ortho's getting things you might need. I... I hate hospital scenes..."

"Hurt's over.” You tried to settle yourself more comfortably, failing miserably. “Here comes the comfort." You reached out a hand, as he looked anywhere in the room but you.

"Idia." Silence.

"Idia." More silence.

"Shroud." He hesitantly placed his hand in yours, tinting pink as you pulled the sleeve up. The sight of it made you gasp. His fine wrist, so small even you could put your fingers around it, was mottled with deep bruising, blacks and purples set so deep into the skin that there was crusted blood on the surface, despite being unbroken. It was so, deeply, incredibly...

Beautiful. It was all you could do, not to press your lips to his wrist and taste his pulse as it flitted under his skin. To clean the blood away with your own tongue and cover the marks that your hungry ghost princess had made with your own teeth. Not hers. Yours.

Really, no wonder you'd been so enchanted with Eliza. You're cut of the same cloth.

"It must hurt."

He jerked his hand away, making you both wince. "What the hell is wrong with you? They only reason you're not dead is everyone pouring so much healing magic into you that it exhausted almost everyone. I." You could see flickers and flashes of orange sparking along the full length of his hair. "I'm not worth dying for. Why?"

What do you tell him? That it was the right thing to do? That you wanted to prove that you could woo a pretty girl? That you didn't want him dead? That you were a possessive bitch that couldn't stand the idea of someone else having him, even if unwilling on his part? All were true, but what do you say?

It proved a moot point, as when you opened your mouth to say something, anything, something shifted within you, and the only thing Idia received was a gout of blood square in his face.

~*~*~*~ After you'd slept, you reached for your phone in the thin morning light. Your friends where texting well wishes and condolences, and explanations of what happened after you went down (It seemed Idia had tackled Eliza clean off of you, and after some chaos she ran off with her retainer, rending this entire day moot). Even more interestingly, you found a text from an unknown number:

- I'm still mad at you.

You huffed to yourself, and after a bit of thought, start to text back.

- Dude I'm so sorry about the uh. blood puke. - I'll pay for cleaning - Also you know, you could have just asked for my number a long time ago? - Like a normal person? - Who doesn't break into phones to steal said numbers while I was unconscious next to you, what the fuck dude - That's not what this is about though. - You've got every right to be mad - That whole day was traumatizing, and you didn't deserve any of it - I'd rather sort this out in person but if text is easier for you right now we can do that - One last thing though

You stopped, and thought Do I actually do this? and went what the hell.

- I still need that dance I went in to get from you

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devil’s in the details (prologue) | dabi

Rated: M (language, eventual violence, eventual smut)

Words: 1.1K

Pairing: dabi x fem!reader

Summary: Waking up hungover is one thing. Waking up hungover to discover you’ve made a contract with a demon is something else entirely. Even worse? Neither of you can read the terms and conditions. And until you figure it out, you’re stuck living with a would-be arsonist that doesn’t know the meaning of subtlety.

Chapters: Masterlist | AO3

AN: You know, this was supposed to be a cute, comedy au and then I went and gave it a plot and now here I am with a complete outline and 25 chapters planned. Buckle up bitches, things are going to get rough.

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The inside of your mouth tastes like tequila and vomit. That’s the first thing you notice when you finally force your eyes open, only to whine and immediately shove your face back into your pillow when a beam of sunlight blinds you. And you left the curtains open last night. Brilliant. By now, you’d think you’d know better than that on nights you go out drinking, but drunk you is a colossal bitch sometimes. The amount of times you’ve left little “surprises” for yourself is kind of astounding, actually. It’s a wonder you haven’t seriously injured yourself yet.

You groan pathetically as your head starts to pound. There’s no ignoring the sunlight now that you know it’s there, and you definitely won’t be falling back asleep anytime soon. Idly, you wonder if you should just smother yourself with your pillow instead of getting up today. That would certainly be preferable to dealing with people and things, and holy shit is your neighbor listening to BTS right now at—you grope blindly for your phone sitting on the nightstand and reluctantly crack open an eye to check the time—nine-forty-seven in the morning? What the fuck?

The thumping K-pop beat grates on your nerves and makes your stomach roll. Bile rises in your throat, ultimately making the decision to get up for you, and you scramble out of bed, racing towards the bathroom.

After throwing up the contents of your stomach, you feel a lot better than before, but definitely not more sober.

Bleary-eyed, you wander into the kitchen, still very hungover and only half-awake. The minty taste of your mouthwash is heavy on your tongue, and you wrinkle your nose as you glance around the room, looking for something even remotely appetizing to appease your growling stomach. Your mouth is dry, your head hurts, and the thought of actually eating something makes you queasy all over again, but you need something to erase the unholy combination of day old tequila, vomit, and mouthwash from your tastebuds.

Resolute in your decision to attempt making food, you pad over to the fridge, dragging your feet and mumbling options under your breath.

You grimace when you actually open the refrigerator. It’s mostly bare, and you swear as you remember you still need to go grocery shopping at some point this weekend. Looks like it’s going to be toast and water for breakfast. Eggs and orange juice are your other options, but like hell you’re going to make anything that takes more than exactly thirty seconds of effort to achieve. And you’re not so much of a glutton for punishment that you’ll drink that demon juice so soon after brushing your teeth.

With a shake of your head, you close the fridge and grab a mug from the cabinet instead. You flick on the sink, humming to yourself as you watch water start to fill the glass.

Someone clears their throat behind you.

You don’t react, happily shutting off the sink and setting the mug aside, ready to start on your toast.

A sigh. Then, a deep, unfamiliar voice calls out your name, irritation lacing their tone.

It takes you an extra second to register that there is, in fact, another person standing in your kitchen with you. A person who absolutely should not be there. But you’re still hungover, so all you do is spin around on your heel, nearly face plant onto the ground as your sense of balance fails you, and blink stupidly at the man sitting on your table like he owns the place.

He’s hot, in a classic, bad boy kind of way. Dark hair, ripped jeans, more piercings that you can count, and a pair of mesmerizing blue eyes that would be easy to get lost in. Deep, purple scarring covers the lower half of his face, and the silver staples cutting across his cheeks glint beneath the kitchen light.

Oh, yeah. Definitely your type.

The bad boy—one-night-stand?—sighs when you continue to stare. His brows furrow in annoyance, but otherwise he’s the picture of indifference. “I’m looking for someone,” he tells you. Okay, so not a one-night-stand. Maybe a friend of your roommate then? Or a serial killer let in by Emiko. Your roommate is sweet and a little bit stupid, but hey, you really can’t complain when she pays her half of the rent on time and sometimes makes you tea when you’re stressing over exams.

And if this is a serial killer, that means you won’t have to take that math exam on Monday. Win-win.

Christ, you are beyond hungover right now, and the random, sexy asshole sitting on your counter at ten in the freaking morning doesn’t even make your list of top ten bizarre things you’ve woken up to after a night of drinking.

The stranger calls your name again, gaining your attention again. “That your name?” His head cocks to one side as he looks you up and down in a way that’s definitely more judgmental than interested.

Should you call the cops? Probably. Will you? Probably not. Instead, you answer his question with a quick bob of your head—a mistake. The world around you spins, and your stomach flips sickly, and holy shit you don’t think this is how gravity is supposed to work—and gesture to yourself. Why the sexy bad boy is looking for you, you haven’t the faintest idea. But here you are.

He grins at you, all teeth, and the staples holding him together pull at his skin. “Good,” he says in a lazy way that makes you think it is, in fact, decidedly not good. “The name’s Dabi,” he continues, sliding off the table and standing up on long legs that make you feel incredibly small in comparison. “I’m a demon. You made a contract with me last night.” Dabi reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a crumpled napkin from the party you went to last night. Unfolding it, he holds it out to you.

You squint. Oh, yeah, that’s definitely your signature in the bottom corner. The rest is all squiggly lines that you can’t make out, the ink bled out entirely in one spot thanks to a red stain that you really hope is just fruit punch. Either way, that is definitely your handwriting, and it is definitely illegible.

Wait a second, holy shit, did he just call himself a—

You gaze snaps from the napkin to his face, and, nope, that’s not a trick of the light, his eyes are actually glowing, what the fuck?

Dabi sighs for the third time when he takes in your bewildered expression. “I think we need to have a little chat.”

And you, still hungover and definitely not prepared for this, finally voice the thought that’s been rolling around in your head for the last thirty seconds and counting. “What the actual fuck?”

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha #bnha #fic: devils in the details

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dibidibifiction · 4 years

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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 9

WARNING: smut; foul language

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader Word count: 1.9k (1.1k without the smut)

Writer’s note: If you’re not comfortable with smut, it’s okay to skip it. I put an asterisk mark on where it starts.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.

masterlist Chapter 8

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As I now get irritated by Kibum and Jonghyun smooching off each others’ mouths, I watch Minho gather with my dad and some other guy I’ve hardly seen before. Must be one of his patients.

By the second I walk towards them, Minho is already by himself, his eyes to the floor, unblinking.

“Who was that?” I ask him.

“Your dad just introduced me to one of his patients,” he tells me. And there it is again, his obvious forced smile.

“Hey, do you want to go for a walk outside for a bit?” I suggest. “And we can get my mom’s vases on our way back.”

“Sure,” for some reason his smile becomes natural. He’s probably relieved that he’s catching a break from this crowd for a moment.

We step out the front door as the cold wind welcomes us. We walk our way to Minho’s car parked not far from here.

“Your parents are nice, kind of misleading from what you said earlier about them,” he starts while we walk.

When I least expect it, he interlocks his fingers with mine.

I can feel my temples starting to sweat, but I have to act cool. “Uh, y-yeah. They didn’t use to be like that though. I don’t know what happened but, one day, before I graduated college, it seemed like they just magically changed and told me to do whatever I want in life and just be happy.”

Minho laughs with his deep sexy, manly voice.

“How are you holding up?” I ask him after a few seconds of silence.

“I’m feeling better now,” he smiles as he puts his head down. “Thanks to you,” he then stares into my eyes.

My heart begins to jump as if trying to escape my ribs. His eyes are all I see now. His big beautiful dark brown eyes that reflect in the moonlight. The second I feel hot and realize that I’m staring back at him, I blink quickly and look down to break eye contact.

But Minho’s eyes do not leave me. He draws forward closer to me, making me back up until I reach his car behind me. He pulls me onto his body by my waist, then leans in for his lips to touch mine.

My stomach twists this very moment. I’m having trouble believing that his sweet soft lips are now on mine instead of the other way around. And more importantly, no one is drunk.

This night couldn’t be more perfect.

. . .

It is now deeper into the night and the last thing I remember was waving our goodbyes to my parents, Kibum and Jonghyun Oppa while getting in the car with Minho to drive back home.

But then, gradually, the space around me becomes claustrophobic. Why do I find myself in some kind of container? I start to hear the sound of hissing drills and loud cries. I feel the excruciating pain from the insides of my flank.

I try to scream for help but my voice comes out mute. The pain on my side intensifies the more I try to scream. I attempt to shake my body but it feels pinned still. Somebody grabs me by my arms and their grasp starts to tighten more and more like it’s going to break-

“Y/n!”

I gasp awake. Trembling. Catching my breath.

Minho is cupping my face in his hands. He seems disturbed and shocked.

After fear has struck me again, followed by a rush of relief so rapidly, my world starts to spin. I can’t help but feel overwhelmed and feel the urge to cry.

So I do. Hard. Burying my face into Minho’s embrace.

“It’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay,” he says softly as he consoles me, stroking my hair very lightly.

Minutes have passed and I’m still in Minho’s arms. He seems to have fallen asleep while we’re still in the car.

I feel the guilt nibbling my guts for tiring him so much.

“Minho?” I call out very softly.

He snorts awake, startled. “Are you okay?”

I can’t help but laugh a little because he is so fucking cute. “I’m fine. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, don’t,” he touches my face again. “I want you to be okay.”

I decided to let Minho stay over at my apartment for the night. He must be too exhausted to drive home since we had such a long day.

I walk into the living room closet to put out sheets and pillows for him but the shelf is too high for my tiny little limbs to reach. When I almost lose my balance, Minho catches me from behind.

“Be careful,” he says, helping me stand back up.

I suddenly feel hot out of embarrassment so I turn away from him. “Can you please get those down?” I point to the pillows and comforter at the top shelf.

Without looking back, I quickly run to the bathroom and face the mirror.

“Get your shit together, Y/n!” I whisper to myself.

I sigh at my reflection. I then brush my teeth and wash up for bed.

After a few minutes of a calming hot shower, I now wrap myself into my bathrobe. When I turn the knob and pull open the door, I get flabbergasted by Minho’s chest almost smashing my nose. I look up at him and I find myself stuttering, having no idea what to say.

“Sorry, I thought you’re already in your room,” he says, his face looking down at mine, confused and astounded.

Because I’m starting to panic and don’t know what to do, I just go with my instincts, rush to my bedroom, and slam the door behind me.

After eventually trying to catch my breath, I change into my pajamas. I then approach the door and put my ear against it, trying to figure out if Minho is already sleeping.

When I don’t hear anything, I pull the door open to reveal him with his fist in front of him, about to knock.

Time stops for us for who knows how long as we stare at each other, he takes one step towards me, then I bring myself forward to him. Before I realize it, we now crash our lips together.

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I find myself in a moment that I never thought would happen this soon but still, deep inside, I was hoping it would. A rush of chill streams through my veins and my legs grow weak. I almost fall in toward him.

Minho opens his mouth to let his tongue find mine as I help him remove his jacket. With my arms now wrapped around his neck, he touches my lower back to inch me closer. Now my crotch is touching his hard-on.

His one hand then cups my cheek to push my face back slightly in order to catch some air, his thumb on my lower lip. When I open my eyes to look at him, his are closed.

He pulls me in again for a longer kiss. This time, it feels hotter and more exciting as our hungry mouths become sloppier together.

He then starts to move forward into my bedroom to make me motion backward until we reach the bed. He pulls away for a second, opens his eyes, and stares at me with those greedy lustful eyes. I can almost hear him say, “I hope you’re ready for this” under his fast breaths.

He leans in for one more taste before he seizes my legs apart with his strong hands that make me crash onto the mattress. He drags me to the center of the bed while continuing to kiss me and proceeds on top of me. He sinks himself into me as he starts to suck on my neck, immediately hitting just the right spot. I open my mouth for stunned pleasure. He now switches from his lips to his teeth and tongue.

“Minho,” I let out a moan. It makes his lips crawl down to my collarbone. My mouth begins to dry from breathing so quickly and so deeply. I reach for the hem of his t-shirt, sit up to pull it off his arms, and throw it to the floor.

Here, on top of me, uncovers Minho’s brawny alluring chest and his prominent seductive abs. I forget to breathe for a second. I admire his bare upper body. Now I’m afraid of what’s going to happen to me once his overall body unfolds before me.

I try to find the first button of my pajama top to get it undone when Minho grabs my hand and stops me.

“Let me undress you,” he says, his voice growing husky.

He leans forward to carry on kissing me while starts to unbutton my shirt. He grasps me by the shoulders and sits me up to completely strip my top off. Then pushes me back down gently.

His hand makes its way to my crotch, making me moan again. He hooks his fingers through the garter of my bottoms and pulls them down. He crawls back up to meet my eyes as his fingers find my clit and all the way down to my hole over my underwear, motioning them circularly, making me almost faint when he applies more pressure.

“Holy fuck, you’re soaking,” he groans.

He then almost hurriedly climbs off the bed to strip all his bottoms and reveal his muscled-up legs and already hardened manhood.

Fuck, this is it! This is how I’m going to die.

He reaches out to remove my panties. I observe him tower over me, touch his abs in worship as two of his fingers insert in and out of the crest of my waterfall.

I accidentally let out a loud cry as the hot sensation intensifies. He then settles on top of me, looks into my eyes, and lets me watch him bring his fingers to his lips and sucks on them.

He holds the end of his cock against my entrance and starts pushing in, filling up my hole all the way up to my spot. He slides in and out of me so effortlessly because he already got me wet ever since the closet, but I can still feel every inch of his length and thickness.

I can’t help but gasp as he is starting to thrust harder, and eventually, faster. Just as when I thought I could already die like this, he grunts at me with his face turning red as he shivers with lust, grabbing my thighs for more grip while he carries on slamming his hips against me repeatedly. Although he is panting, his pace is so quick and tough that I can hardly keep up.

Tears begin to form from my eyes for I am close to my climax. I’m whimpering for the unbelievable pleasure I’m receiving with him nailing my g-spot, together with the view of his firm movement and his body glistening with sweat in between my legs.

“Oh, God, Minho!” My scream is high and loud. I’m coming. “Fuck, I’m-”

I shake into paradise.

But Minho doesn’t even flinch from sustaining his pace. I’m already dead but he still continues to kill me. His moan grows louder.

He then stops, looks to the heavens and takes out his dick to let his head burst with his cum just below my belly button. And now lets out a long warm sigh from inhaling too much.

He pants deeply as he touches my forehead with his. Still shaking, he kisses me one more time on the lips. “God, you’re amazing,” he says under his breath. Then crashing onto the empty space next to me.

Chapter 10

#i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter #it gets better the more the story progresses #ktm cimm #ktm cimm c9 #shinee fanfic #shinee #shinee fiction #minho smut #shinee minho smut #choi minho x reader #shinee fanfiction #smut #choi minho smut #shinee smut #minho shinee smut #minho x reader #shinee fluff #choi minho fluff #minho fluff

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xtrashmammalstefx · 4 years

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The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke (Joe Mazzello x Reader, SMUT!)

Part 16 of The Queen Repertoire

WARNINGS: Language, SMUT!

Notes: I have sinned dear father father I have sinned.

I was beyond frustrated at this point.

I was originally hired on as a movement coach for Joe Mazzello (not that he needed it much; the man is exceptionally talented at the Disco Deaky way of performing). I worked with him; tweaking his movements/bass playing to perfection when need be (which was hardly ever). That was when trouble started.

You see he got down John Deacon's movements so well it was torture.

I first notice the ache when he first practiced the number that involved him sliding his fingers up the neck of the bass. It made my heart skip and the look on his face did not help one bit. Then he played the chords to 'Another One Bites The Dust'. Never did I expect him to nail the way Deaky would arouse the audience with just his fingers.

Fairy Feller's Master-Stroke indeed!

I did my best to keep those feelings hidden and remain professional... but there was no fooling Rami. “Oh darling do us all a favor and shag the lads brains out already,” he said in full Freddie mode.

“Whatever gave you that idea Mr. Mercury?” I asked playing dumb for professionalism's sake.

“You've been damn near drooling over him for the last few days, love,” he said. “Especially when he's playing.”

“You're quite the sexy performer as well and you don't see me drooling over you now do you?” I asked.

“Only 'cause you're not that naughty of a minx to be turned on by two men instead of one,” he continued. “Besides he fancy's you just as much as you do him.”

“Wait. Really?”

He smiled at me. “I'm Freddie Mercury darling. I'm never wrong.”

Leave it to Rami to make my head spin. “Go do your vocal warm up then. You silly old Queen.” I smacked him playfully on the arse.

“Keep that up and we might have to make this a three way, love,” he teased as he walked towards the front of the stage.

“Um did he just say three way?” I turned to see Joe standing in front of me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“Uh...just ignore him he...uh...he's just getting very into the role is all,” I said nervously.

“But there's no mention of a three way in the script,” he said looking at me curiously.

“Of course not then they'd have to make it R or possibly even X-Rated,” I said. “Besides they've re-written the script so many times who knows what was in the original.”

“Hey hey relax,” he said grabbing my hand. “I'm only teasing,” he smiled and my heart took off like Roger's drums. “Are you okay? You're trembling slightly.”

“Oh, I'm, uh, fine,” I said mentally shouting at my heart to calm itself.

“Am I...I dunno...making you nervous for some reason?” he stepped closer.

“Alright guys let's go through Radio Ga Ga and uh then we'll give Hammer To Fall a go,” Dexter said through his megaphone.

Joe and I looked at each other for a brief moment before I did the craziest thing. I placed my hand around his neck and pulled him down to my lips. It was brief but warm and very much unforgettable. I pulled back leaving Joe stunned. “Go show them your master-stroke my fairy feller.”

“Mr. Mazzello would care to join us?” Dexter asked snapping Joe out of his daze. He quickly darted to where his bass sat and picked it up.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. After work wrapped up for the day the lads went their separate ways to their trailers. Each of them had gotten sweaty and had earned themselves a nice warm shower.

“Can we talk?” I asked Joe as he made his way to his trailer.

“Uh yeah, mind waiting a few minutes though? I smell like ass,” he said.

“Sure,” I said following him into his trailer.

I stood there unsure what to do for what felt like forever. Joe stripped down behind a curtain and hopped into the shower. The thought of him...of what he looked like...of how his fingers moved today...it drove me mad all over again.

A part of me wondered if this is how Veronica felt each time before conceiving another child with Deaky. And I wondered what Freddie would've told her when she was in my situation; that first time Deaky made her want, or rather crave, more of him. Be bold, darling.

Yeah he would say that.

So I took a deep breath before ridding myself of my own clothes. I nervously walked over to the shower and let myself in.

“Y/N what are you—―—?” I cut him off with my mouth.

His lips were warm and undeniably frozen in place. I pulled back convinced I just royally fucked up. “Oh God...I am so sorry...um...forget I did anything.”

I started backing out of the shower covering my breasts and lady bits as well as I could. “No, wait, Y/N!” I turned around nervously. Joe approached me and moved my hands. “You're fucking stunning you know that?”

“Um, not really but...” It was his turn to cut me off with his lips. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up wrapping my legs around his waist. He pressed me against the shower wall. “Tell me...” he muttered. “Tell me what you want kitten.”

He put me down then and I took his hand in mine. Emboldened by that damn craving again I took his hand and placed it between my legs.

“Show me that master-stroke my fairy feller,” I whispered. He smirked and began moving his fingers. I moaned at the feeling. “God those fingers have been torturing me all day.”

“Oh really?” Joe smirked moving his fingers faster.

“FUCK!”

Before I knew it my whole body was tensing up. “Oh are you gonna cum for me kitten?”

I whimpered. “Y-Yes...FUCK!”

I tightened around his fingers covering them in my juices.

“That's a good kitten,” Joe whispered brushing his lips against mine. “Lemme know when you want more okay?”

I nodded and reached down wrapping my hand around his length. It was already hard and thick. I started to pump him which in turn made him hiss.

“Fuck you are so good at this kitten,” he groaned. “So fucking good.”

“Just tell me when to stop my Fairy Feller,” I said before kneeling down.

I kissed and licked at the tip before taking all of him into my mouth. His body shuttered as I sucked on him. Eventually it became way too much for him to handle and he gently pushed me away.

“If you keep going I'm gonna cum in your mouth kitten,” he said panting. “And there's no way I'm doing that without properly thanking you for that fucking amazing head session.”

He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist pressing me against the wall. He kissed me once more before slamming into me. “OH HOLY SHIT THAT'S TIGHT!” he gasped.

“FUCK!” I gasped at the same time.

After a moment he started thrusting into me. How he's been single this long astounds me. How his ex had the AUDACITY to cheat on him also fucking astounds me. Not only was he the sweetest man in the world but he was also mind-blowing at sex.

He held me tight against him as he moved, sucking at my neck every now and then. I moaned and writhed as he hit the right spots. Suddenly he found a really good spot. “FUCK! JOEY!”

He groaned. “I love it when you moan my name kitten. Care to do it again?”

He thrust into the same spot. “Joey,” I moaned again and again as he kept hitting the same fucking spot. “JOEY!” I screamed tightening around him, my body trembling.

“Fuck! FUCK!” Joe tenses up and I feel him twitch inside me. He continued to moan as he came inside me. “I fucking love you, Y/N.”

“I...I love you too Joey,” I said pecking him on the lips. He let me down and we quickly washed up. Very tempted to go for round two.

We dried off, got dressed and stepped out of the trailer where we were greeted by Rami, Gwil, and Ben.

“Um hey we were just gonna go for drinks,” Gwil said. “And figured we wait for you two but...”

“You two took bloody forever in there,” Rami said still speaking like Freddie. “Now what was so important that you had to keep us waiting this long?”

“Oh, uh nothing,” I said. “I mean we're kind of dating now so...”

“Huh that explains why you're walking so funny,” Ben chuckled.

“Jealous?” I asked. He then grew a little awkward.

“Maybe,” he muttered.

“Well I guess you'll just have to join us next time,” I winked at him.

“Really?” he smirked.

“Nope,” Joe and I laughed and we continued on walking off the set with the others.

As we did I looked over and winked at Ben.

What can I say? Drummers frustrate me too.

Fairy dandy tickling the fancy of his lady friend The nymph in yellow "can we see the Master-Stroke"

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green-valkyrie · 4 years

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Untapped Abilities

Untapped Abilities-- Chapter Loki Fic.

Loki x Reader

Since your ex left, you’ve given all your attention to your career. The hard work you had put in earned you a major promotion. Your friend and you decide to go out for the night. She has hopes that you will meet someone to at least take you home for the night, maybe more.... you just want to get drunk. After all, being a college professor is a lot of work.

Chapter 1: New Things

The last month and a half has been busy for you at work. Honestly, your carrier as a theologian has been quite dry. There aren’t many new things to be discovered and many of the new theories that get published are typically discredited. Still, the stories that you’ve read a thousand times still excite you. The tales of love and woe excite you; and to be quite honest set the bar for any men in your life too high for any mortal to meet. You’ve always been enamored with Mythology in every culture from Chinese to Greek, but the one that you hold closest to your heart is Norse. Because of your extensive knowledge on the subject, you were selected to steam-head the curriculum for the new Theology degree course being offered at the college next semester. Of course, you would be teaching and heading the department, hiring professors, writing curriculum, etc. Working late has become the new normal for you; but not tonight. You have some serious plans for tonight. You need to get out. You haven’t been out with your friends since your ex left.

Setting up your new office takes most of the day. It is nearly four and you were expected to meet your friends at 7.

“Let’s get some computer work done.” You say to yourself. “Then I am leaving. Definitely.”

You have such a hard time breaking your focus from your work. You are the youngest college professor in the area and the youngest in the world to design a curriculum for any school. That wasn’t what kept you working so late, however. You were writing the curriculum for the Norse classes.

****

The keys on your computer clack rhythmically to the pace of your writing. Of course you had lost track of time. “Shit.” you mutter quickly gathering your stuff. You did this so often, you wonder why your friends even put up with you in the first place. You rush through the doorway of your office only to be greeted by your closest friend.

“I knew you’d still be here. Don’t worry. I brought you this.” She hands you a short black dress with emerald embellishments across the cleavage area, replacing fabric and a pair of thin black stilettos. “Honestly, I don’t know what I would do without you. You know what, I do. I’d be a loner who reads fantasy all day.” you say as you grab the dress and spin around heading back into your office to change. “You already do that.” Your friend snickers as she follows you into your office. “Promise me something, please.”

Here it comes again. Meet someone, it’s been too long since you and the giant asshole broke up. It would do you some good.

You can’t help but mock those words in your head, as you’ve heard them a thousand times. Or, perhaps those words were true. It has been so long since you’ve felt the touch of anything other than your own fingers, or silicone.

“Yeah, I know… meet someone… get out there. Try to find the fire again. Just because you went through a bad breakup doesn’t mean you have to be alone forever.” I sigh, zipping the dress up my side. “If you can introduce me to Loki…. That’d be great.”

Your friend sighs heavily. “Oh, come on! Loki is a fairy tale and you know it. Besides, why in the whole world would you pin the trickster god as your ideal mate?”

“Because he is most written about. His accounts range from being a trickster, a helper, a friend, an enemy. He had encounters with every god in Asgard. I’ve read about him so many times, I feel as if I know him.” You pause for a minute, remembering that Loki is just a myth and no mere man could ever be as cunning, mischievous, sinister and honest. “The few accounts on what he looks like might hint to him being the most beautiful god to ever exist, too.” you wink at your friend as she rolls her eyes. “Lets go, you goof.” She takes your hand and rushes out the door. Trailing behind her, you pray to the gods you know aren’t listening. Please, help me find someone to try with again. Someone like you, Loki.

****

“Brother, this is it! We are long overdue for a trip to Midgard.” Loki says as he pushes the doors to the great hall open. “I’ve been called upon.”

Thor looks at his brother in disbelief. “Called upon? Brother, no one calls us from Midgard any longer.”

“Ah, needn’t you worry, Brother. It is true. I heard a voice. Calling me to help find love.” Loki extends his arms at his sides and bows slightly, not removing his gaze from his brother.

“No.” says Thor. “You are not the god of love, brother, you are the god of tricks. You must be mistaken” Loki purses his lips in frustration. “I know that, but this human spoke my name. I heard it just as I hear you now.” Loki’s eyes fixed on Thor’s with burning intensity. He doesn’t know why, but he has to answer the call. Even if it isn’t specifically meant for him.

“Let us go then, brother.” Thor places his hand on Loki’s shoulder. He worries his brother has actually lost his mind this time. “I could use a night out myself. One with you at my side will be filled with mischief.”

****

The music at the club is radiating in your chest as you dance with your friend in the middle of a crowd, drink in hand and hair flipping to the beat of your movements. You are hot and sweating. Maybe this urge is enough to satisfy the cravings for a different physical activity. As the song ends you and your friend step outside for some much needed fresh air. The crisp air feels good on your flushed cheeks. Your friend lights a cigarette. “Did you see anyone in there who looked like they might be in need of an all night history lesson?” She nudges you, playfully. A smile forms between your lips. “No. I haven’t been looking. I have been focusing on my dance moves. Moving my hips might attract a man worth my time.”

“You’re so dramatic.” Your friend sighs, looking around her. She stops moving and grabs you by the arm. “Major hotties 12 O’ Clock.” Your eyes wander over to two men approaching the club entrance. The beauty of these men is astounding. Never before have you seen men look the way these two did. One man has shoulder length blonde hair, bright eyes and a chiseled physique. He is dressed in stone washed jeans and a tight fitting shirt. This man is handsome, but the other with him was more your type.

More like exactly your type.

His pale skin almost glows in the light and his dark hair matches the night sky. Their swagger is confident and almost regal. He is dressed in tight fitting black slacks and a black button up shirt. Both men are taller than the other men they pass by. Time feels as if it slows. The closer he comes to you the harder it is for you to look away. Soon, his pale blue eyes lock on yours. You can feel the heat in your cheeks return. There was heat building between your legs, too. The man offers you a crooked smirk and he walks by you, never breaking his eyes from yours.

Holy. Shit.

Your friend looks at you with a smile. “You showed interest in him. You absolutely cannot hide that.” She throws her half finished cigarette away. “We are going back inside to snag us some hunks.”

Once inside, you see the men at the bar waiting to be served. Your friend grabs your hand pulling you toward the empty space at the counter next to them. Slipping a hand at your back, she pushes you next to the dark haired man and takes her place next to the blonde. “Hey, there.” Your friend shouts over the music placing a delicate hand on the blonde man’s bicep. “We’ve never seen you here before? Are you from around here?”

Your friend knows exactly what buttons to push to get a man to crave her. You on the other hand, not so much. You look up at the dark haired man noticing his eyes are fixed on you with Interest. Your cheeks get hotter. “Hi, uh, sorry. My friend is quite bold.” You offer your hand and give your name. The man’s expression fades from attraction to amusement. He takes your hand and touches your fingers to his lips. “Great beauty is bold.” His ice blue eyes peirce yours. Your lips part to talk again, but you quickly retract… not sure how to carry on the conversation.

You peek at your friend, who is naturally chatting up the blonde man. You have to have her teach you how to not be awkward.

Staring at you still, the dark haired man leans his face close to yours. Your eyes meet again. “Would you like to dance?”

You? Dancing with him? Grinding your body against his tight black pants? Absolutely.

You smile and head towards the dance floor, not sure what has come over you, grabbing his arm. He spins around with a smile on his face to follow you. He gives a quick glance to the man who came with him and winks. You and the man reach an empty spot in the sea of people. You realize you left your drink on the bar, but you don’t care. Both of your hands are free and you feel the unstoppable urge to touch this man. Your hands reach out for his hips and you pull yourself closer to him, matching his movements. He is much taller than you, but you feel a slight twinge against your lower abdomen.

Is that… what I think it is? You think to yourself, still matching his pace. My god he is hot… no… sexy. I wonder what is under there… your thoughts are interrupted by his thin although muscular arm wrapping around your waist, pulling your bottom half closer to his. You bite your lip and grind harder against the man, causing your heartbeat to quicken.

You have to take this man home.

Rhythmically, you work your hands up his sides to his chest and then you touch his neck, breathing in his beauty. His gaze moves from the ceiling to you. His eyes look dark and mysterious in the low light of the club, but you can tell he is looking right at you. The arm that is around your waist moves to your ass, and the other soon follows.

Normally you don’t tolerate this sort of behavior, but you can’t stop him. You don’t want to stop him. You feel both hands squeeze on your ass. Biting your lip, you push your backside into his hands, inviting him to continue. He leans close to your face. “Your dress is ravishing. My favorite colors.” Through the darkness you see the man’s white teeth revealed through a devilish grin. Your heart stops for a beat. Fuck.

The music pumps on and you start grinding against him harder, in sync with the beat. This is so out of character for you. Maybe the cause for your actions is an untapped libido, or perhaps that this is the first man you’ve seen since your ex that you’re attracted to. You’re more than attracted to this man, is almost as if you tapped into your animalistic side. The music ends, but the two of you are still locked in the same position. His lips are incredibly close to your face. You didn’t notice that until now, when he spoke. “You, my dear, are an impeccable dancer. However, would you care to step outside to chat for a moment?” you nod your head and remove your hands from his body. Your hands want to betray your brain and touch him more. Your hands want to rip his clothes off, actually, and feel the skin that lies beneath his clothing. You surprise yourself with the thoughts in your mind.

His hands slide back on your waist, he drops one to his side as he ushers you from the building. “I need to let my friend know that I am stepping outside. We have this deal. If we can’t see each other we call.” you say to him as you exit the venue.

“She is enjoying herself, also” He remarks. “ In fact, he seems to be quite pleased with your friend. I’m sure they will both be joining us outside here in a moment or two.”

The two of you walk farther away from the crowd outside the door and stop to lean against the building. “I never got your name.” you say to the man. A smug grin appears on his face as his eyes scan your body. “Sweet darling, my name is not important right now. I am eager to know about you. You look as if you could use some fun. Tell me.”

You pause for a moment. Heat fills your cheeks once more. Could this be an answered prayer? No. That isn’t possible. The only thing that heard your prayer is you. The gods aren’t real. They never were, people used mythology to explain the things they didn’t understand. This is too good to be true though. Just as you start to speak, your friend and the blonde appear.

“Brother, you were right.” The blonde man exclaims. “We were long overdue for this trip.” Your friend smiles and puts her arm around you. “The two of you seem to have hit it off.” She says pointing her finger and the dark haired man. “Gentlemen, A club is no place for conversation. We have plenty of refreshments back at our place. It's just a couple of blocks from here, we could walk.” She smiles and returns to the blonde man’s side, slipping her arm through his. You feel those cold eyes on you again. As you look up to meet them, the dark haired man leans closer to you, almost touching your ear with his lips “I would be delighted to see your house.”

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #tom hiddleston #loki romance #loki smut

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cockasinthebird · 4 years

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Tagged by @lostnoise thank you bby I love you!!!

Also, putting it under a read-more because damn bitch you long

Do you prefer writing with a black pen or a blue pen: Actually, when I am, once upon a blue moon, tortured with the unnecessary need to write in hand, I use a green pen! But black if I have to choose between those

Would you prefer to live in the country or the city: BOTH my parents fucking live on the country side and I... fucking hate it... City, city city city, through and through, give me cement and cars and loud noises, I do not care for trees and grass and bugs.

If you could learn a new skill, what would it be: ...singing.

Do you drink coffee/tea with sugar: Coffee with honey and tea with sugar, I have a HUGE sweet tooth holy fuck

What was your favourite book as a child: I had the HUGEST fucking crush on Artemis Fowl, like holy fucking shit I was IN LOVE with that lil genius bastard, and I still look back upon it fondly

Do you prefer baths or showers: WELL, you see, in my lil country o’ origin, Denmark, bath tubs are very very very rare, so I have never had a bath in that sense since I could fit in the sink... so showers, I guess

If you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be: Anything with wings, beyond the ability to fly I am not picky

Paper or electronic books: Paper smells fantastic, and oh the aesthetic of it all, but for actually reading, e-books, so I buy both

What is your favourite item of clothing: Skinny jeans, because I look fucking AMAZING in them, man...

Do you like your name, or would you like to change it: HA nope I HATE my name, it is IMPOSSIBLE to pronounce if you’re not Scandinavian, and I have often considered changing my name to Alex, which, funny story, my mom wanted me to be named Alexander if I was a boy, so??? Coincidence??? I THINK NOT!

Who is a mentor to you: I’m supposed to have one??

Would you like to be famous, if so, what for: Oh God yes, holy fucking shit I want people to ask for my autograph and turn their heads whispering Is that them?? As for what for, well, ideally it’d be for being a huge broadway star, but since I can’t sing worth shit, I’ll settle for being Netflix’ next wonderchild of a writer!

Are you a restless sleeper: YUP, fuck yes, oh GOD, I have insomnia for various reasons, so I toss and turn I can’t sleep at night, oh, and I wake a good dozen times too

Do you consider yourself to be a romantic person: Fuck yeah, I wanna date someone I can send flowers to at work, always buy their favourite snacks, cook dinner and eat by candles, eat out and eat out, and just... ye.

Which element best represents you: I’m the Avatar

Who do you want to be closer to: See some of these questions are really setting me up to say Dacre or Joe, but instead I’ll say the Moon

Do you miss someone at the moment: Psh HA yes, but for not very PG reasons

Tell us about an early childhood memory: Nahhhh too depressing

What is the strangest thing you have eaten: Hehe, I mean, uhh, pineapple on pizza?? No but I haven’t eaten anything strange ever, really

What are you most thankful for: Money The internet, because without it I’d have never met this many astounding people, been this well-informed, or ever even seen Joe and Dacre in that shower scene

Do you like spicy food: I literally put garlic or chilli in EVERYTHING I cook, god yes, fucking burn me

Have you ever met someone famous: I shook the hand of our Queen once when I was in 3rd grade and she came to visit our school

Do you keep a diary or journal: Nah, I remember every horribly embarrassing thing I’ve ever done in excruciating detail already

Do you prefer to use pen or pencil: God, those are two vastly different things, like, pens are oddly sexy if you do it clean, but a mechanic pencil is nicer to hold and can be erased, so....

What is your star sign: You mean Zodiac??? Because if you don’t then hell if I know, but Capricorn

Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy: Oh GOD all good things in life is crunchy!!! Ice cream, chocolate, liquorice, cereal, let me fucking chew

What would you want your legacy to be: Well besides my enormous collection of Harringrove smut, I’d want to make a tv show, that even decades later people still love and enjoy, like the original Star Trek, just something that changes tv culture the way they did

Do you like reading, and what was the last book you read: I am actually not that avid a reader, which shames me a great deal, but the last thing I read was, and yeah I’m serious, Brokeback Mountain... Listen, I work in a thrift store, and someone fucking donated it and I... yeah

How do you show someone you love them: Read my tags on everything I reblog from my fellow creators. That is the closest thing I’ll get to showing love in such an honest way. All love is, to me, is the desire to make other people feel better, make them happy and smile and know that they are appreciated and wanted, and I strive to do that every single day. And letting someone know you were thinking about them, whether it’s by sending them a dumb meme or buying them their favourite snack, because you saw it and thought of them. I hope all my followers know I love them.

Do you like ice in your drinks: God yes, keeps it cold and I am gluttonous enough to just inhale whatever the fuck I’m drinking before the ice melts and waters it all out

What are you afraid of: Growing old

What is your favourite scent: There’s this... laundry detergent my ex used, and... it breaks my heart every time I smell it, but it also just reminds me of the good times we had, lying with my head on their chest, just smelling it, feeling the body heat, being happy, being loved. It makes me ridiculously emotional, and coming upon it unexpectedly so just stops time for me

Do you address older people by their name or surname: Man this is a very cultural question to ask, because here everyone calls each other by their first name, like??? I only know people’s last name if it’s absolutely necessary

If money was not a factor, how would you live your life: LAVISHLY SO! But no, really, I know that this is becoming quite tiring to hear of probably, but I would just sit and write. I would wake up, write, go to bed, and then fulfil human duties between like showering and eating and such. I don’t want to travel or party or anything, I just want to write. Also if this question means I’m rich, I’d ofc have a top floor apartment with the view over the ocean and donate as much as I can to literally all charity organizations

Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean: Well that really depends, because, salt water does wonders for my curls, like damn bitch yes work that beach hair, but also I assume the pool is 100% clean, so

What would you do if you found $50 on the ground: I would wonder why the fuck there’s 50 dollars lying on the ground in a country that doesn’t even accept that currency

Have you ever seen a shooting star, and if so did you make a wish: Of course I have, but I always liked to think of them as aliens trying to contact us in a long and drawn-out Morse code

What is one thing you would want to teach your children: Oof, uhhh, no thank you

If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it: I already got three, and I’m planning on getting a bust of Medusa on my left inner-bicep

What can you hear now: He’s just like all the rest! You can’t trust him! Hurt Someone from the musical A Bronx Tale

Where do you feel the safest: Right here baby, in bed, surrounded by far too many pillows and duvets and plushies, I like a hard bed with soft surroundings like a goddamn nest

What is one thing you want to overcome/conquest: The world and your heart, yes in that order

If you could travel back to any era, which would it be: That really depends!!!! Like am I still me? Do I know everything I know now? Can I come back again? There are wayyy too many questions for me to make an educated answer, but I’d like to see what was before the Big Bang

What is your most used emoji: 💕 But you already knew that!

Describe yourself using one word: Magnificent

What do you regret the most: Fuck I can only choose one???

Last movie you saw: Instant Family, and it was really good!!!

Tagging! No one yet again, because we’ve all done these by now, and I am very happy that I got a chance, too!!!

#Tag game #Tag meme #Thanks for reading all that hahahaha #Love you Jonesy #This was fun oh #this questionnaire a big boy huh

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eddiemylovc · 6 years

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Whisper your love in the dark

Pairing: Reddie

Words: 2,458

A/N: This was written for @fyeahreddie‘s weekly prompt “whisper”. I had a lot of fun writing this one so enjoy!

Summary: Richie makes a bet that his art teacher is having an affair with the school's principal. Eddie gets dragged along with him to look for 'proof' he believes doesn't exist.

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Richie makes his way over to the lunch table and slams his food tray down in front of Eddie and Stanley. "I bet you both ten dollars Mrs. McAdams, the art teacher, and the principal are fucking."

Eddie sighs and puts his head down in his arms. "Oh my God, he would not shut up about this all throughout class."

"How can you not believe me? It's so obvious! She’s definitely having an affair."

"Just because he asked her in the middle of class if they could meet after school doesn't necessarily mean anything!" Eddie protests.

"I agree with Eddie,” Stanley says. “You always blow things way out of proportion so I'm willing to bet they're not."

"See—exactly!"

"What if I had proof?" Richie questions Stan.

"Um, but you don't."

"What if I were to get some?"

Stanley sighs and shakes his head. "You can try but you owe me ten dollars once you're proven wrong."

"Pssh, okay—and you own me ten dollars once I’m proven right!"

"Deal." Stanley shakes Richie’s hand.

Eddie looks astounded. "Woah, woah, woah! How are you gonna get proof? " he says.

Richie considers this. "I'll stalk them today after school to see what this supposed 'meeting' is about. If anything happens, I can take some picture proof."

"You are so fucking stupid. You're gonna get caught and get in so much trouble."

"That's why you can go with him and make sure he doesn't fuck up,” Stanley says. “Plus, you can be a witness for me," he points out.

"Wha—why don't you go with him? You're the ones making this stupid bet, not me! I want nothing to do with this!"

"Because, I'm studying with Mike after school for this huge test we have in biology tomorrow and either way I know you'll go with him—even if you don't agree with him—because that's what you always end up doing even if you won't admit it!"

"T-that's so not true," Eddie stammers.

"Just let it go, Eds,” Richie cuts in. “You and I got a date today and it involves doing some digging into the love lives of our authority figures."

Eddie crosses his arms and sighs in defeat. "I can't believe you guys are making me do this. If I get detention—or worse, suspended—and my mom ends up murdering me, I’m blaming you two assholes."

* * *

The school bell rings, marking the end of the school day, and Richie and Eddie hang around until mostly everyone’s gone. Richie even insisted they rummage through the lost and found for some all-black clothes so that they fit the part of ‘spies’. Or, stalkers, as Eddie put it. So now they’re both dressed in black hoodies with black gloves, and Richie even found a black ski mask that he put on over his glasses.

“You look fucking ridiculous in that thing,” Eddie says.

“Really? I think I look pretty sexy,” Richie says, smirking through the mask.

“What if it has fucking head lice? Don’t come crying to me when you find it stuck in your hair and expect me to take it out for you.”

“You are oh-so caring, Eds.” He stands there, not taking it off.

“Oh my God, if you’re gonna wear that thing at least take off your glasses.”

“Fine.” Richie takes his glasses off and places them in the pocket of his hoodie. “Now, let’s roll!”

They wander the halls, cautiously sneaking around so that they don’t run into any teachers. They make their way to the art room and carefully double check the room to make sure she isn’t in there before entering. But, the thing is, she is in there. At her desk, in the corner at the front of the room, with her back faced to the door. She appears to be making a phone call. Richie pushes Eddie back against the wall beside the door once he spots her.

“Shit, she’s in there. I bet she’s waiting for him,” Richie whispers to him.

“You’re about to get us in so much trouble!” Eddie whispers back.

“Just…wait here. I have an idea.” Richie gets down on the ground, literally on his hands and knees, and crawls into the classroom.

“Richie! What the fu—get back here!” Eddie whisper-shouts at him. Whenever Richie has an idea it’s usually almost never a good one. Eddie peeks into the classroom and sees Richie on the other side of the room, across from the door. He’s hiding behind the desks and chairs in the corner.

“What the fuck? ” Eddie mouths at him. Richie gestures for him to come over.

Eddie stands there for a moment—exasperated—before getting down on his hands and knees, and quietly crawls over to him, behind the desks.

Richie leans in to whisper in his ear. His warm breath sends chills down Eddie’s neck. “She’s talking to someone on the phone, so she’s distracted.”

Eddie hears her talking but doesn’t pay any attention to what she’s saying. “So? What are you gonna do?” he whispers back in Richie’s ski-mask-covered ear.

“I think she’s talking to him. She sounds all flirty and weird and I heard her say something like ‘where are you?’.”

“I told you, they’re probably having a formal staff meeting or some shit,” Eddie grumbles. “Can we just go home n-” Richie puts his hand over Eddie’s mouth. The talking has stopped, meaning her call must have ended. Eddie puts his own hand over Richie’s mouth—just to be safe. You never know with him.

They hear her chair roll back from her desk and they both spot her feet from underneath the desks walking towards them. Eddie practically squeaks as Richie pulls him farther into the corner—their hands still over each other’s mouths. They stay very still as she turns and walks out the door; unaware of their presence. They wait until they can no longer hear her walking down the hall in her high heels.

Eddie slumps back against Richie with a sigh of relief once she’s gone. “Okay, I’m done. This is stupid.”

“No, wait. I wanna see something.” Richie gets up from the floor. “Stand by the door as a look-out in case she comes back.”

Eddie stands up. “If I see her I might just bolt on you,” he says.

Richie walks to her desk and starts rummaging through her things and through the drawers.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asks from the doorway.

“I’m trying to see if I can find any evidence that I can show to Stan the Man.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “You’re such an idiot.”

Richie pulls out a stack of marked papers from one of the drawers. “Yoooo, I thought she said she hadn’t marked these yet. Liar.” They’re drawings from one of the assignments their class did at the start of the semester. Richie picks through the stack, searching for his own. “Found it!”

Eddie turns to him. “Evidence so that we can leave?”

“No, I found my drawing that she marked. I wanna see what I got.”

Eddie groans. “Are you serious? Can you please just hurry the fuck up?”

“A C+, really? I mean, I know art isn’t my strong suit, but damn, I thought I did pretty good on this one,” Richie complains. He puts the papers back and continues his search. That’s when he sees something shiny sticking out from her bag. Richie pulls it out. “Holy fuck! Eddie, look!”

Eddie thought he heard something but he looks at Richie. “What?” Richie waves around a condom in his hand. “Jesus, Rich, put that back!”

“But it could be proof!”

Then they both hear it. The distinct sound of high heel shoes hitting the floor along with what sounds like chatter. Eddie ducks his head out the door to see Mrs. McAdams and the principal turn the corner at the end of the hall, deep in conversation. Eddie shoots his head back inside. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It’s them!” he mutters. He looks at Richie with an alarmed look on his face. “What do we do? ”

“Abort mission! Abort mission! ” He quickly shuts all the desk drawers and stuffs the condom in his pocket. He points at the supply closet behind Eddie, signifying him to get inside it. Richie walks quickly towards him and—because he took off his glasses, misjudging where he’s going—promptly hits his side off the corner of a desk. “Fuck! ” he yelps quietly.

“Hurry up!” Eddie ushers from the closet door. Richie limps towards him, holding his side. Eddie grabs his arm and pulls him inside, shutting the door.

The supply closet is a small, tightly cramped space with shelves surrounding them compact with art supplies. There isn’t much room for the two of them to move around in there so they are practically pushed against each other.

Richie is still holding his side. His face contorts in pain. “Oh man, that hurt,” he mumbles. Eddie moves his hand away and soothingly rubs his side for him, shushing him. They hear Mrs. McAdams enter the room with the principle, talking to each other.

“How am I supposed to get picture proof like this, now?” Richie whispers. “They’re literally meeting inches away from us and I can’t even see what they’re doing.”

“This was your idea, asshole, so don’t complain now. How did you even expect to get a picture of them in the first place? Is the ten dollars from Stanley really that important?”

“Hey, I need to prove him wrong so he can see that I’m right. Plus, this is some pretty juicy stuff.”

“You literally stole a condom, Richie,” Eddie recalls. “Not that that’s any proof that she’s hooking up with him, but what else do you need?”

“I don’t know, Eds, let’s just wait this out and see if we can hear what they’re doing. I can always audio record. In the mean time, wanna put this condom to good use?” He pulls it out of his pocket.

Eddie flushes bright red—although, not like Richie can tell considering the closet is so dark inside—and hits his side where he had been rubbing it.

Richie gasps. “Now that was just cruel.”

“If you want to hear what they’re saying then shut the fuck up!” Eddie mutters.

Richie sighs and takes off his ski mask, his hair now a giant, staticky mess. He runs his fingers through his hair, making it worse. “Man, this thing is hot.”

“Shhh!”

They lean against the door, trying to listen in on what they’re saying on the other side. They seem to be discussing something about an art show. He’s asking her if the school can display her students’ artwork in a special show for freshman orientation next summer.

Eddie turns to Richie. “And there you fucking have it. I told you it was just a normal meeting, but did you listen? Of course not! They’re not fucking,” he whispers harshly.

“Something else could still happen,” Richie whispers back.

“Please, just, give it a rest.”

“Wait.”

Eddie crosses his arms. “What?”

“Oh no.”

“Don’t say that. What? ” he repeats.

“I think I’m gonna sneeze.”

Eddie panics. “Tozier, don’t you fucking dare!”

“I can’t help it!” Richie whisper-shouts, trying to hold it in.

“Oh God, oh God.” What to do, what to do.

Before Richie can sneeze and give themselves up, Eddie rushes in and kisses him. It takes Richie a second to register what’s happening before he kisses back, easing into the kiss as the sneeze passes. Eddie pulls back to see if it worked as Richie chases his mouth, before pulling him back in. He pulls Eddie impossibly closer as the kiss heats up fast; sucking and nibbling on Eddie’s bottom lip. Eddie feels something warm spread in his stomach as Richie clutches his hips—rubbing small circles into his skin with his thumbs—and the world falls away around them.

They now seem to have an entirely new problem on their hands as Eddie runs his fingers through Richie’s messy hair, tugging at it, while Richie tries to suppress his moans at the feel of it. He starts to press kisses down Eddie’s jaw and down his neck and Eddie knows that they should stop considering their teacher and the principal are outside that door, but he can’t bring himself to make Richie stop. He starts sucking on a sensitive spot just below Eddie’s jaw and Eddie’s head spins. He pulls him back up to kiss him.

“This is too much, we should stop,” Eddie whispers against Richie’s mouth in-between kisses.

Richie smirks. “But, you taste so good.”

“Richie,” Eddie giggles against his lips.

Richie kisses him softly one more time before pulling away. “Remind me next time I need to sneeze to just call you over, because damn, Eds. You really did just bless me.”

Eddie laughs quietly as he rolls his eyes and leans his forehead against Richie’s, breathing him in. Richie holds him and smiles. Then, Eddie’s head shoots up. “Wait, did you hear that?”

Richie kisses his temple. “What?”

“Silence. They’re gone. I don’t hear them talking anymore.”

“Maybe they’re making out now.”

Eddie scoffs. “Doubt it.” He moves away and slowly opens the door a little bit to peek outside. He looks in both directions and sees that they’re gone. Eddie steps out of the supply closet, with Richie right behind him. They walk to the door to see if they’re in the hallway.

No sign of them.

“Phew,” Eddie sighs, sinking back against the wall. “Now that that’s over with—can we please go home now?”

* * *

The next day at school, Richie spots Stanley next to his locker talking to Beverly. He walks up to him with a ten-dollar bill in his hand. It’s almost like a walk of shame.

Stanley looks up at him. He smirks as he sees the ten-dollar bill. “You were wrong?”

“Yes, Stan, don’t rub it in my face now.”

He laughs and takes the ten dollars. “This is the single most best day of my life. I love proving you wrong.”

Richie sighs. “I know.”

Eddie bounds up to them, then. He says hi to Stan and Beverly before kissing Richie on the lips. “Ready to go to art class?” he asks, smirking at him teasingly.

Stanley’s mouth drops open. Beverly laughs.

Richie kisses his cheek. “Ready, Freddy.” He takes Eddie’s hand in his and they walk to class together.

Stanley turns to Beverly. “What just happened?”

“You know damn well what just happened. I was right, now hand it over.” She holds her hand out in front of him. He hands her the money with a sigh. Beverly smirks. “I told you they were dating.”

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🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 I have had a lot of rum today and will totally star for star with you....of course I will probably be sober by the time you get to this... MORNING RUM IT IS!!!!

48 STARS? SERIOUSLY DO YOU WANT MY LIFE STORY? CAUSE YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET IT.

1. my first pet was a rabbit named Carmel

2. my first cat was a yellow tabby named Orlith (Moreta’s queen dragon in the Dragonriders of Pern books)

3. my other two cats have been named Wolf and Lynx. Wolf is my old lady cat, 18 years old. Lynx I had to rehome when I moved a few years ago. Orlith died years ago, the poor thing.

4. I learned how to hunt because I live in an area that is THE THING and also animals are tasty. I spent hours tracking a damn pheasant on my first hunt but because of my shitty eyesight/lack of depth perception, couldn’t see it, so my dad shot it. He still credited me with the kill since I tracked it.

5. I like to go fishing, if by fishing you mean “sit on the boat and read a book because its pretty on the water”

6. I like spreadsheets a little too much. Google Sheets means I can have them EVERYWHERE.

7. I love to sing, and its the one thing I’m actually a bit arrogant about. At least, I feel like its arrogance. Maybe its just being truthful? I have a really good voice. I trained it for a lot of years. it’s one of the few things I can do that almost always lifts my mood.

8. I hadn’t seen any live concerts in ages, and then in 2016 I saw Final Fantasy A New World and the Legend of Zelda: Symphony of the Goddesses

9. I have next to no confidence in anything outside my singing and it still boggles my mind that people like my writing. this isn’t me fishing for compliments, I’m honestly astounded. I read other people’s stuff and I’m blown away that those same people like mine, when theirs is just so fucking amazing.

10. sometimes I go anywhere between a day or a week without contacting anybody just to see if anyone bothers to talk to me if I don’t reach out first. the results usually make me more sad than before I tried. and make me question most my ‘friendships’.

11. I’ve been single for two years and I kinda hate it, but don’t expect it to change anytime soon. part of the reason is i’m picky AF. most of the reason is I have little to no social life.

12. I’m pagan and I am deeply spiritual but I generally don’t discuss it at all if I’m not asked by a close friend, because to me spirituality and religion is DEEPLY personal

13. I have never slept with a woman who hasn’t decided afterwards that she’s straight. this is probably why I’ve dated so few women. while logically I know there’s no correlation between my performance and their declarations (especially as my more recent ex-gf is dating another woman now), its still a pretty big ego blow.

14. Sorry I just answering this to sing for like 10 minutes. Currently trying to type while singing “Missing” by Evanescence. ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST!

15. i hate going to movies alone and will actively buy people tickets just so I don’t have to

16. I hate cooking for just me when my son isn’t home, so instead I tend to batch cook and freeze a bunch to enable lazy dinners down the road

17. I’m a really good cook :D

18. Tomorrow I play D&D! I play once a month with a small group of family and friends. This is the third group I’ve had for the same campaign and I don’t think I’ll ever see the end at this rate, haha.

19. I also play WoW. In WoW, I play Xylianna, the Paladin. In D&D I play a Fighter. I like swords okay?

20. work sucked this week but I have rum now :D

21. I had cancer when I was 17. In 2 months will be my 18th anniversary of being cancer free. I celebrate that more than my birthday, or my wedding anniversary before I was divorced. Nothing gets you to pare the bullshit out of your life faster than getting that diagnosis, let me tell you.

22. HOW THE FUCK AM I ONLY ON NUMBER 22 WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE WANT FROM ME *gets a third drink*

23. In my local kink community, my ‘scene name’ is one of my first OTP’s.

24. If 23 didn’t warn you, I’m going to talk about BDSM now. I’m a switch insofar as I’ll top without any real hint of dominance since I LOATHE the responsibility of being a dom. Iggy in Discretion/What Would Happen is totally based off me, because I vastly prefer to give over control since my entire fucking life is me running everything. I run my dept at work, I run my house, I run my gaming group, I run my karaoke group. Sometimes I just need a break okay?

25. also gimme dat pain

26. and I’ll give you some, too, because I enjoy service topping

27. Consent is Sexy, okay? I go out of my way to portray consent being constantly re-established in my bdsm fics particularly, because its never okay to assume that just because I was allowed to do X last week, its okay to do X this week. I mean obviously in an established relationship, it would be different, but even then CONSENT AND COMMUNCATION, SO FUCKING SEXY

28. I wish I could play a string instrument. I bought a guitar and tried to learn it but it turns out I am not good at teaching myself something so different from what I already know, haha. Chords are confusing to me for some reason. Or I made them more confusing than they had to be.

29. I am embarrassed to admit how many years its been since I picked up one of my clarinets. I wish I could find a local ensemble to join, but, that would mean reaching out and asking and aahhhhhh *hides*

30. I would also totally lose my shit if I could find a choral group to join that wasn’t attached to a Christian church. no offense at all to christian churches, but I feel a bit dishonest joining a group connected to a faith I don’t share, you know?

31. when I go to xmas eve church with my mom at her church, my brother-in-law’s mother does indeed make me join choir for that night, and its great!

32. i’m intensely lonely most of the time but I pretend i’m not because indulging in the feeling won’t change anything. and tbh part of it is my fault for isolating myself.

33. I have chronic severe depressive disorder coupled with a side of anxiety. So I feel like shit, and I worry about it, LOL

34. Prior to November 2017 NaNoWriMo, I hadn’t written in over 10 years, save for a couple 300ish word short stories.

35. part of me is terrified certain family members will find my AO3/Tumblr. I actually talked to my psychologist about this fear at my last appointment. We agreed that if they go to so much trouble as to find my internet alter ego, they deserve to be offended by my work. Fuck ‘em.

36. just once I wish I could feel the support I give my family given to me. I have one supportive family member and its not even blood. my brother-in-law is my best friend, for real. my Warder (if you follow WoT), bonded in balefire. I wish the rest of my family would care about me, but I’m working on accepting they just won’t.

37. I love learning languages for the same reason I love studying music, and I love writing - my goal is to communicate as effectively as possible, make people really understand, and the more avenues open to me the better

38. when I get a little drunk, I forget English and speak a mashup of Spanish, German, and Japanese

39. I have to go to karaoke tomorrow night for the first time since I was sexually harassed at karaoke last October, and I’m kinda terrified

40. I get very down on myself when I realize in my writing I do no world building and very little serious plotting. I basically write angst, or love, or smut. I’m trying to be okay with that, but I admit I feel like I don’t do a good enough job.

41. wow way to kill the mood, Xy. honestly, if anyone is still reading this, you get a fucking medal. i’m not that interesting, and I probably should have stopped writing this long ago.

42. I really wish life would give me a fucking break, you know? but that’s not how it works. you gotta make your own breaks, and I’m too gods-damned tired to try at present. Maybe I’ll try later this year.

43. I wish I lived alone. Ironic, since I’m lonely 99% of the time. But having a roommate isn’t the same as having companionship and sometimes I just want to not listen to someone else’s blaring TV or have someone else walk thru the house while I’m writing at the table or have someone comment on my singing (even if its complimentary)

44. WOW I GOT DEPRESSED LETS LIGHTEN THINGS UP SHALL WE? I love apple scented shit.

45. I own at least 10 pairs of kitty ears, and two tails. In fact I am wearing ears to karaoke tomorrow. Meow.

46. I want the relationship I write for Gladnis in my Discretion series BUT I’M NOT HOLDING MY BREATH FAM

47. my son is 8 yrs old and he’s honestly the best thing i’ve done with my life, and he is the thing I am most proud of, even topping my joy in beating cancer

48. in 2016 I lost 120 pounds. in 2017 i gained 30 back. in 2018… we’ll see.

HOLY FUCK THAT WAS HARD I DESERVE MORE RUM NOW OKAY

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