#not smutty bc I’m shy lol

[mmercurii]

Bored so here’s K characters as Omegaverse assignments and a few headcanons:

Suoh Mikoto: Hyper-Dominant Alpha

Kusanagi Izumo: Alpha or Dominant Alpha

Totsuka Tatara: Recessive Omega

Yata Misaki: Beta or Recessive Omega

Kamamoto Rikio: Recessive Alpha

Chitose Yu: Alpha

Bandou Saburota: Beta

Akagi Shouhei: Alpha

Dewa Masaomi: Recessive Alpha

Fujishima Kousuke: Alpha

Solt Eric: Omega

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Munakata Reishi: Hyper-Dominant Alpha

Awashima Seri: Beta

Fushimi Saruhiko: Dominant Alpha

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Weismann/ Isana Yashiro: Recessive Alpha

Yatogami Kuroh: Omega

Ameno Miyabi: Beta

Ichigen Miwa: Omega

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Hisui Nagare: Rejects the idea of having a second gender

Iwafune Tenkei: Alpha

Mishakuji Yakari: Dominant Alpha

Hirasaka Douhan: Dominant Alpha

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Colorless King: Recessive Omega

Kokujōji Daikaku: Hyper-Dominant Alpha

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Canons-

Mikoto would genuinely hate being a Hyper Dominant. He totally respects people indulging in their instincts and being free but the power to have people begging on their knees for him when he knows they’re actually afraid or would never look him in the eye on a sunny day would sicken him.

Mikoto can smell Totuka’s pheromones and actually likes how subtle and soft his scent is.

Mikoto doesn’t really release any pheromones unless pressed to do so ((has to put someone in their place or is asked for some by Totsuka))

When he’s about to have a rut he’ll disappear for a week, only god knows what he does and who it’s with— if it’s with anyone at all.

When Eric was on his mission he probably tried to weaken Mikoto with his pheromones but overestimated Mikoto’s. Nothing happened but afterward the ordeal Mikoto probably took a shower to wash himself from Eric’s scent - no offense Eric.

Yata probably lied about being an Alpha as a kid and got properly embarrassed when the others found out he was just a Beta.

Chitose won’t shut the fuck up about being an Alpha and how they’re better, and brags about getting bitches just to piss Bandou off. ((Said bitches realize that Chitose is a weirdo and block his number after the first date))

Mikoto and Munakata probably release a shit ton of pheromones whenever they see each other. One— to compete and see who breaks a sweat first, and secondly… are they flirting 🤨

Saruhiko doesn’t flex his pheromones unless Yata is around.

As a Recessive Omega— Yata would get thru his heats by the strength of his own will. He would probably hate taking suppressants so he just… doesn’t take them. Whoever tried him he just beats them up.

As a Recessive Omega— Yata has probably nested with a blanket that Saruhiko left behind.

Eric weaponizes his pheromones and good looks to get older Alpha women to buy him stuff. After the card is swiped that boy is gone.

Saruhiko’s parents are Dom Alpha’s.

Dewa probably hates having to clean up Chitose’s mess when he’s having a rut. I can also see Dewa not understanding the instincts as he doesn’t go thru ruts and leaves the function if there’s a severe smell of pheromones.

Munakata would 100% reject any omega that tries him. He hates the feeling of not having control, and would probably be disgusted at the people throwing themselves at him. Have some decorum. 🙄

Kuroh would hate alphas because of what they can do, and also because Yakari would bully him for being an omega.

Kuroh has had mini heats, but goes into a full heat cycle when he gets closer to Weismann. Don’t worry tho 😔🤚🏾 he has a recorded speech from Ichigen about perseverance and discipline which gets him thru his troubling time. Also probably nests with Weismanns items which makes Weismann scream internally while taking a bunch of photos.

Ameno Miyabi thee cock block. She doesn’t care about Kuroh and Weismann relieving their frustration, don’t smooch in front of her fish!!!!

Seri’s nose becomes sensitive and she gets terrible headaches when she’s around dominant pheromones. I can see her immediately putting a mask on if she even gets a sense of them. She’ll put up with Munakata and Kusanagi’s tho.

As a Beta, Seri doesn’t react around pheromones but some who’s a Hyper-Dominant can make her feel a little lightheaded and nauseous.

Kusanagi’s been around and has some moments he thinks about fondly, and others he has regrets about so he’s very careful about his hook-ups. I can see him growing up and thinking it was lame to spend his ruts alone, and now as an elderly-28-year-old man he’s fine spending them alone.

Mikoto marks Totsuka with his pheromones to protect him, and luckily Totsuka doesn’t seem too affected by it but gets terrible fevers if Mikoto marks him too much.

Yata was mad as fuck when he found out Rikio emerged as an Alpha, doesn’t matter if he’s Recessive Yata would be mad for days.

I love Kusanagi down, but I feel like he’d believe omega’s are pitiful and weak. As most of society does. If he started making some questionable comments, I can see Totsuka scolding him for his old way of thinking and Kusanagi would apologize just to end the conversation but wouldn’t change his way of thinking.

Totsuka would probably take up the responsibility to teach Anna about secondary genders so she doesn’t believe in any weird idealogies from Kusanagi.

Kusanagi would probably think it’s a shame that Seri isn’t an Omega.

Yakari indulges in his instincts because why not share his beauty and greatness with people who want him. Also he’ll only do it if he can get a hotel room with mirrors as watching himself embrace his instincts excites him a lot.

Homra would be VERY protective of their Omega members as a precaution, especially if Eric is swindling old Alpha women. Kusanagi would order a Beta to stick with Omega members. Totsuka, unfortunately does not partake cause he’s made it thus far! So he’s fine~

Despite that, Kusanagi has ordered someone to follow Totsuka but that bastard is hard to follow, so Kusanagi follows his location on his phone just in case.

Iwafune has probably done some awful things and has a partner he randomly bonded with, but they died during the crater and ever since he’s been bonded with Jesus and Alcoholism.

[huckleberrykai]

berry ‼️‼️‼️ i’m so down bad for kai rn. the kai brain rot is rly taking over he’s so hot LOL

hyper specific question/ponderment for you……got any fluffy OR smutty thoughts about his nose? LOL this is so embarrassing to be typing but i looOoooOoOOoove his nose so fkn much.

i saw u said you wanted to sit on his nose and i couldn’t agree more. his face is too sittable ><

ok gonna hit ask and run away bc this is so embarrassing LOLOLOL

NOOO IT'S NOT EMBARRASSING and absolutely yes i do 😌

okay first and foremost ~ soft thoughts !

nose rubs. he loves being close to you, and you love being close to him - so that obviously leads to you rubbing your noses together whenever you cuddle, right before you kiss, hell sometimes he'll come up to you for no reason and give you cute little nose rubs. its not even just your own nose he'll rub against either, he'll shove his face in your hair or neck and just nuzzle in like a cat :( he's so cute

also ofc nose kisses !! with a pretty nose like that he can't expect not to get a boop or a kiss at least twice a day ! he never gets used to it though, so whenever you kiss his nose he'll turn so shy, the cutest blushy giggly baby >.<

he also loves when you just run your fingers down the bump of his nose. he likes sitting between your legs, laying the back of his head on your tummy while you play with his hair with one hand and softly stroke his face and poke his nose with the other. he's just a sucker for you touching him, and he loves that you love his nose so much :')

and for the more zesty thoughts hehe~

kai knows you love his nose and he likes to use it to his advantage <3

we all know this boy could spend hours between your legs if you give him the chance, and of course he likes to tease you, bumping and nudging his nose against your clit while he teases you with his tongue, dipping in and out of your entrance.

"mm feeling good cutie?" he'd taunt before asking for what he really wants. "wanna ride my face princess?"

and who's gonna say no to sitting on such a pretty face? so he flips you over hoists you up onto his chest as soon as you give him the green light <3

he taps your ass softly with a pout when you look at him apprehensively - "come on baby, don't keep me waiting."

his grip on your thighs is strong enough to bruise the second you sit yourself on his face comfortably - nose already rubbing against you. it only heightens the pleasure you feel from his hot tongue slipping inside you and the vibrations from his little whines against your core.

he chuckles against you as he eats you out, and when you start to get more desperate for release - bucking and grinding your hips against his chiselled features and his gorgeous nose stimulating you just right - he'll grip your thigh against his cheek with one hand and rub your tummy soothingly with the other as he guides you to your orgasm. when he nuzzles further into your pussy it sends you over the edge, and you feel him smile against you as your release crashes over you.

and when you finally come down from your high and shuffle back to sit on his chest, the sight of his pretty face is one to behold - remnants of your slick and his saliva gracing his lips and chin, even making the tip of that damn nose glisten adorably. he has this big stupid grin and his eyes flutter closed, he looks so fucked out and you haven't even touched him >.<

you smile and him and run your finger down his nose gently, booping it softly at the tip, right on his little mole. he looks at you bleary eyes, smile never wavering ~ his dazed state doesn't stop him from flirting with you though hehe

"i knew you liked my nose cutie, you look so pretty from that angle... wanna go again? <;3"

EEK I LOVE HIS NOSE SM I GOT CARRIED AWAY BUT MAN I JUST WANNA KISS IT AND BOOP IT AND RIDE IT AND AND

[loquarocoeur]

Hey lovely! I’m back w another anon, at this point I’ll put an emoji so you know it’s the same person saying hi bc I’m not sending this on my blog name but ashshsjsh.

The asks and your responses on the spanking shit have me wanting to send this ask that I’ve been thinking about, but like. After the end of ‘pushing buttons’ I rlly enjoyed the bit where charles was almost insecure, and max responded the way he did so beautifully about how he loves charles the most bc he’s charles and what about it him he finds so loving and hot and how he was mentioning Charles’s pleasure too and that just. Really made me want to have a fic perhaps on the doms pleasure a bit. Not entirely but if you’d want to I’d love for you to get into charles head and thoughts a bit. It’s hard to explain what I mean because I’m being vague bc I’m embarrassed enough typing this as is lmfao but I hope you kinda get what I mean here? How you were talking about charles headspace in the other ask and everything I just got very Inchrested

I just love this verse and the way you write and maybe I die everytime I see another blog post of yours about some smutty shit! Maybe!

- 🦢 (I’ll make myself the swan emoji anon bc why the fuck not. Hi it’s me I sent the asks like max speaking Italian for maybe one line perfectly and made the suggestion about the ‘monza fic having the hotel tifosi chanting. Idk I just wanted to lyk it was me ahahshsjjs)

Okay hi, hello, I'm here with my thoughts now and absolutely YES, prepare for an essay:

Like idk, I've been meaning and trying to get into Charles' head a bit more since forever, but it is just quite hard nailing him down, he's just a very complex character nowadays with that duality between his 'dom persona' I guess and then absolute golden retriever, head over heels, bend over backwards, and jump when Max says jump sweetheart he is outside of that headspace

It's just there's just so many things from Charles' perspective to think of, you know, specifically talking about sex scenes now:

Like, okay, first of all, he's just a man, Max barely needs to take off his shirt. Like he's absolutely insatiable, he goes insane for a glimpse of Max's stomach, the only time he won't even try to start anything in the shower is if he got an orgasm five minutes ago, so obviously there's the aspect that he just thinks Max is fucking hot, just looking at Max does it for him, and also men are men, it feels good getting their dicks wet I guess

But then there's also obviously the thing that we don't talk about enough in fandom and that's that doms like being dominant just as much as subs like being submissive

And you know it's hard to nail it down and elucidate it, because we don't have enough examples for it, because (and this is also totally fine of course) fandom is just usually very focused on the perspective of more submissive people for probably many reasons which we won't get into rn, but the point is like you have to make this shit up as you go, there's not a script and an easy how-to like there is for writing submissive perspectives because we've all read thousands of those of course

Because like obviously Max technically has as much if not more control over the situation as Charles does with safewords and all, but Charles obviously LIKES being or feeling in control

There's kind of this underlying societal belief that we often get where it's just perceived as inherently bad when someone wants or likes to be in control or in a position of power, which is why I feel we hear the dom perspective waaay less than the sub one, because ironically, the doms are too shy to speak up I guess lol

But you know Charles obviously likes that he can tell Max what to do and he does it, he likes how Max, just as a person, is quite dominant in the way he behaves, he's not a follower, when someone says sit down Max asks why, and he's no different with Charles when they're just them and there's no dom/subness going on, but he likes how when they're in that space and Charles says sit down Max sits the fuck down

And then I think the thing I always emphasized most is how Charles just gets off on seeing Max feel good, like he gets off on making Max feel so good he loses all function, and that comes back to Charles having just as much of a praise kink as Max, but he doesn't need Max to tell him he's doing good, he needs to see it

And then it's just how do I fit all this in and consolidate it with the way that of course, Charles is far from quiet or reserved during sex, he won't shut up actually, but there's these times when, from Max's perspective, you have no idea what's going on in his head, because he has this talent for just turning his face blank

And don't think I as the author somehow know any more than you do when it comes to Max's perspective like guys idk either, I was just there

But yes, I do hope to elaborate on it a bit more in the future🥰❤️❤️❤️

[boolger]

i was tagged by the sweet @rosieblogstuff !!<3 anyone who wants to answer this too, consider this your tag 🫡💖

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 53! Somehow, haha. Once I'm done w thesis, it will grow for sure!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

608,326 words! 😳 i stresswrite

3. What fandoms do you write for?

right now its only Macgyver(2016) and Call of Duty! I've made a marvel crossover, but not anything else. Once I'm done with uni and actually have the time to write and see shows without feeling like I should be doing other stuff, I will definitely write for more! I want to write something for stuff like Knives out, Phantom of the Opera, Star wars -- but mainly a ton of Macgyver and call of duty, lol

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? well, they've changed quite recently, since i jumped headfirst into the COD fandom and was welcomed very nicely! So, right now, theyre:

Adventures of 141's bunny (1,502 kudos😳😳)- Call of Duty

Mami's omega (448 kudos) - Call of Duty

The Heron Club (363 kudos) - Call of Duty

Warm water (150 kudos) - Macgyver

A pregnant night (144 kudos) - Macgyver

Im very grateful for each single kudos !!💖🥰

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

Yes, or I try now! It was easier when I was only in the macgyver fandom, since it is much smaller, but now in the Call of Duty fandom, i'm afraid I simply cannot keep up! So if I don’t reply to your comment, I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be rude or anything!👉👈

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

phew, that is one good question, because I honestly don't know. I have a tendency to end things either happy and hopeful like, or dark and like, with the vibe of things just being uncertain but not necersarily angsty? Lmk if im wrong lmao. I think the closest is in A dog needs a garden, but then again, its not really angsty - at least not to the characters. just... dark.🤷‍♀️

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

hm. I mean, in my two fics Sir and his good boy and my baby’s got a gun (that I struggle to read myself now bc while I do have a soft spot for them, I hate my writing lol.) I make poor Mac go through a lot of shit, and they both end up on a happy or hopeful note- so those two, I guess? For now, heh.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

mmm, not really. When I do get some questionable comments, I either just answer in a jokingly manner or ignore it. I think I've only deleted one comment, lol. 💀

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

hah, YES. what don't I write. Despite being ace and not really being interested in sex irl, I sure do write a lot of smutty smut. I mostly write kinky stuff, a lot of BDSM ones. A lot of darker stuff too. I mean, out of 53 fics I think maybe 13 ish of them doesn’t have smut in them? So yeah, I write a bunch of smut.

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

Well, I've only written three (so far) lol. Two of them was just... Angus Macgyver and Jack Dalton having a threesome with a character from a different fandom, LMAO. I've written them having a threesome with Bucky Barnes from marvel and then one with Simon Ghost Riley from Call of Duty. The craziest one technically isn’t a crossover lmao, more just the fact that I made twilight vampires canon in a Macgyver fic I wrote once 💀😂 it’s called this is the skin of a killer, Jack and yes, I find it funny and stupid myself.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not, lol. So no, at least not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Uh, no, again, not that I know of, lmao.👀

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

Mmm, not technically, no. I don't talk often with a lot of fanfic writers, (im shy and idk how to become friends with people) but I do have 2 wonderful sweet friends I met through the macgyver fandom, whom i'm very grateful for and love lots. (They adopted my imposter ass who hadn’t even seen the show) They have managed to deal w my annoying ass for like... almost 2 years, I think and somehow isn't scared away yet. So, what I was going with that is, no, i've not co-written anything, but they do spar a lot with me and we discuss ideas and such, hehe. They've def helped me with a lot of fics.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

That is one good question that I honestly don't know the answer of. I'm pretty open to most ships, as long as they're written well in the fic or the show. (and legal. and not *ncest or pseudo *ncest.)

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

don't call me out like this, I have a lot of WIPS. But honestly? Probably Wet footprints on the wooden floor (Macgyver). A part of me wants to, but its been like 1,5year or so, i think. At this point I would probably just delete it, then rewrite the entire thing and post it again, lol, because I do like the concept.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I don't know, actually. I like to think I write somewhat interesting plots whenever I'm trying not to just write pure smut. But eh, idk. I think I have an okay sense of humor too? but I am also biased.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Weird sentences! English isn't my first language, Danish is! and the structure of a sentence can be very different in Danish, so sometimes my English sentences ends up weird bc they're translated, lol. I'm working on it and I have definitely become better ver since writing my first fanfic, lol.🤷‍♀️

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

I like to read it, but I struggle with writing it! It's hard, especially when you dont speak a certain language. I sometimes go with google translate, but I've tried just writing it like this when its in another language, lol. so ye, fun but hard.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Eh, i mean, I wrote a fanfic or two when I was like 15 or something, but I cannot, for the life of me, remember what for. probably marvel or twilight or something😂

If we go with the boolger account time-line, then it's Macgyver!

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

don't make me choose between my babies. So I shall cheat the system and mention some of my fav.

The many deaths of a phoenix(macgyver), since I like the plot ideas lol, even though I feel stuck with it atm.

Lovers in the garden of Eden (macgyver) (dead dove dont eat) which is def fucked up, not the worst kind I've written but still. It has a special place in my dark, f'ed up heart. 🖤

Do you think I'm broken? (macgyver) bc I tried to voice a lot of my own gender struggles through it lol.

and finally, i am a lil proud of So long as I'm your favorite toy(COD) heh.

[evansbby]

40s!Steve with modern day reader, their first time together and he’s already made her come three times (which Steve is very aroused 😏 about but also kinda alarmed 😳 because he didn’t know women can have multiple orgasms so he’s scared his dick may have harmed her reproductive organs 😵 but he sees she’s very much alive and moaning and appears to be loving it so he continues because he’s turned on af 😈) and on her fourth orgasm she squirts 💦💦💦 To which Steve is SHOCKED 😮 😳 because he doesn’t know that’s a thing either, but she just reassures him it’s a very very good thing 😏 I’m just obsessed with thots of 40s!Steve learning all these new and dirty stuff with modern day reader, like imagine how shy and apprehensive he would be at first worried for her body but once they explore things more and more oh man he’d go from the quiet boy listening and learning and following her lead 👨‍🏫 😌 to fully growing into all the filthy depraved stuff to become such a feral dominant BEAST 🦁 (the lion emoji looks more cute than fierce, but you get me lol)

Ugh yes, and slowly Steve begins to get corrupted. He thinks it’s his right to dominate women, have whoever he pleases and fuck them whenever he wants (since all the women throw themselves at him bc of his looks, power and who he is). So he starts becoming more depraved, seeing how far he can push you. Suddenly, you’re scared of him. You’re the one who taught him all about kinky sex… but now Steve does his own research…

Warning: depraved smutty thots, pet play, watersports, BYE

Like one day, he’s literally ripping your ass apart with his big dick, and you’re begging him to slow down bc it hurts, and he’s like, “Shut the fuck up. You don’t call the shots here, sweetheart. So keep your mouth shut and just take it.”

You’re so shocked. You can’t believe how much he’s changed, how depraved he’s become. When did it happen? Feels like just yesterday he was marvelling over seeing you squirt for the first time, not having the slightest idea what squirting even was.

And Steve only takes it further from there. Soon, he’s shoving butt plugs up your ass, forcing you to film yourself while he tortures your clit with vibrators. He makes you wear this cute little sexy 40s nurse outfit, and kitten lingerie too, complete with ears, a collar and plug with a tail attached.

You’re so embarrassed because you used to be the experienced one who would guide him. But now Steve guides you, like literally. He makes you crawl on all fours around the house, lap at his dick while he guides you around on a leash, calling you his good little pet, making you call him Sir and his personal favourite, daddy.

And it doesn’t even stop there. He makes you cry with how cruel his words have become. He used to be loving during sex but now he calls you a slut, a whore, his cumrag. He loves cumming inside you, filling you up, but sometimes he cums all over your face and body. He sometimes even pisses all over you (when he’s feeling especially depraved) and laughs when he sees you cry.

Oh and he grows his hair and beard out and becomes beefier and thus Nomad Steve is born.

[karasimpno]

hiii omg I love ur blog so much it hurts fr... can I request some hcs for kenma, kageyama, kuroo and tsukki w/ a s/o that (stay w me here) has like massive boobs . but gets super insecure ab them bc ppl (mainly girls) make them feel bad ab them?? if that makes sense?? like “don’t complain omg” and also she just feels like they look bad lol but yeah some fluff/some nsfw ones maybe??? ik you have like preferences on who u like to write nsfw for so you can choose like who gets what and how they’d react :’)))) totally not from personal experience haha 😀 ANYWAY— ty in advance ur perfect & ily

omg this is such a sweet sweet compliment thank you hun!!! of COURSE anything for someone so sweet omg! I have huge tits myself so this was nice :) I’m sorry this took so long I really wanted to reply almost instantly but yknow.... life 😭😭😭 I feel like I could write more on this topic so let me know if u want me to go into more detail on a specific character

Making their SO feel better about her tits Contains: Kenma, Kageyama, Kuroo, and Tsukki

Generally -

All these guys are obSESSED with you

They think you’re so beautiful, every inch of you, and they still find it hard to believe that they snagged someone as good-looking as you

I think it’s funny you listed these characters in this order because I also think they’re in ascending order of how sexual their reaction would be from fluffy to more smutty:)

Also all of these guys have HUGE hands and long fingers so....they love getting their hands full ;)

Spicy below the cut

Kenma

Not the best in the comforting department, so he’ll make jokes about how flat chested he is in comparison (he doesn’t have bokuto’s mommy milkers that’s for sure) and how you have enough boobs for the both of you, and he loves that

He tells you you make the perfect pillow for him when he’s gaming:

I feel like y’all would laze around a lot, and his favorite positions are either laying perpendicularly to you with his head on your chest and your hand on his stomach OR he really loves when you sit behind him and he can slump down on you

So cozy, he’ll cuddle right up with you after

Kageyama

He sort of short-circuits when he learns people make you feel bad about them

He’s a little thick so he just cannot fathom why people would do that because he just thinks your tits are the best. Literally the most perfect things in the world (does he have a lactation kink? you decide)

He finally lands on realizing they’re just jealous and he smirks that signature smile of his when he realizes that he gets to be the one to tell you that

He’s a little shy about it too and gets all blushy but he’s comfortable with you so telling you he’s crazy about your tits? It’s an honor. And once he opens up? He’ll go into detail. About every last thing he loves about your tits

Kuroo

Kuroo is dumbstruck for a minute, yes, but then he gets mad

Not that he’d let on, though, he knows the important thing is making you feel good about yourself

So he’d put on a cocky smirk and pull you close, pinning you with his stare

“are you gonna let those other girls’ idiocy make you feel bad? or are you gonna let me make you feel good - and remind you just how sexy your tits are?” he breathes, and before even allowing you to respond, he has you pushed up against the wall, a hand under your blouse

He’ll kiss you till you’re breathless and panting, then pull away with a smirk, knowing exactly where this is heading

“Now remind me what exactly you feel bad about?”

Tsukki

Tsukki’s immediate reaction is to draw you to bed to show you just how much he loves your tits

There’s nothing he loves more than sucking on your nips, so he’s quick to rid you of your top and bra, slinking his long body over yours and getting straight to work

His long, nimble fingers ghost over your skin and while he attaches his mouth to one of your already-hardened buds, he uses his fingertips to tease and play with the other, making it impossibly hard and sensitive

He lightly scrapes his teeth across your skin, attempting to draw as much of your plush tits into his mouth, hungry noises emanating from him

He could stay like this for hours, just playing with your tits alone - he’ll make you forget about any bad feeling you had (and tear those girls to shreds if you don’t)

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[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Boundary Communication

A/N: This was a little steamier I think than I have written but I do intend to extend my horizons as I begin writing again. I can read the crap out of some smut but never managed to write it lol but I’m gonna ease into it. I hope you like it! Also, anyone who wants to, feel free to send more requests in!

Requested?: Yes, “Heyy can you write with harry? Where harry and reader are dating and when Harry and reader are alone harry is being all needy clingy touchy touchy kisses hugs cuddles all cute but reader is a bit uncomfortable because she is shy. After a few attempts of trying to warm her up(this part may be a bit smutty but it is totally fine if you dont write smut) harry  gives her space and he is heartbroken bc she is not comfortable with him yet? And then they make up this time she pushes herself out of her comfort zone. Im sorry this is so specific but i thought it would be cute. And harry is so underrated he deserves more imagines. I would be so happy if you can write this!! Love you😻”

Summary: I think I stuck to the request above, I just didn’t get super steamy with it.

CW/TW: Sixth Year, No Voldemort AU, Harry Potter x Reader, it might be a little heavy bc the reader is uncomfy w/ her boyfriend Harry’s advances. Kisses, neck kisses, that sort of thing.

Word Count: 1,114

Your POV

    I dropped my school bag at the end of one of the common room couches and plopped down on to said couch. It’s been a long day with a double Potions lesson in which Snape was being extra cruel. Poor Neville managed to get detention simply for chopping his ingredients wrong and Seamus got detention and 20 points deducted from Gryffindor for blowing his potion up yet again. I had trouble as well. Snape seemed rather unfond of me today and kept a close eye on me. I already suck at Potions, let alone when my every move is being watched and criticized.

    Then there is the matter of my issues with my boyfriend Harry. He’s been rather clingy and touchy lately but I still haven’t gotten used to it yet so I’ve mostly shrugged him off or made an excuse to escape. I can tell it’s weighing on him but I’ve tried my hardest and still can’t manage to be comfortable yet. My moody thoughts are interrupted when the portrait guarding the entrance to our common room opens and Harry steps through.

    The air in the empty common room suddenly feels suffocating. I watch Harry out of the corner of my eye as he looks back and forth between me and the staircase to his dormitory. He finally seems to make a decision in his struggle and makes his way over to me and takes a seat on my right. I keep my gaze on the lit fireplace to my left as he gently places his hand on my knee. When I don’t look up at him, he gently squeezes my knee to pull my attention toward him.

    I look toward him but don’t meet his eye and he is the first to speak, “You seem stressed.”

    I shrug my shoulders and look back towards the fire, “Potions was a royal pain in the ass today and I didn’t sleep well last night.”

    Harry seems to think for a moment before ducking his head to whisper in my ear, “I know something that could help you relax.” His hand slowly ventures up my thigh as he says this. Suddenly, he gets up off the couch and picks me up bridal style before carrying me up to his empty dorm room. He drops me on the bed softly before placing a tentative kiss on my lips. I kiss back but he quickly moves on to pepper kisses along my neck as he hovers above me. I stiffen at how ticklish it is but force myself to relax. I trust him with my life, why is this such a struggle for me.

    Harry stops to look up at me as he tugs gently at the hem of my shirt, “Are you okay with this? You usually stop me here.”

    I look into his eyes as a battle rages within me before looking away and muttering softly, “I’m sorry Harry I can’t do this.” He moves from above me and sits down on the edge of the bed with his back turned toward me. I get up and silently leave the room to pick up my bag downstairs before heading to my own dormitory.

    It’s a few days later before I really manage to talk to Harry again. I sit down at breakfast beside Hermione. Across from me, Harry keeps his head low and focuses on his breakfast. Beside him, Ron gives Hermione a specific kind of look and she returns with one. They go on swapping facial expressions, seemingly having a silent conversation, for a minute or so before Hermione finally turns to me and whispers in my ear, “At least say good morning to him. This silence between the two of you is killing us.”

    I clear my throat before timidly catching Harry’s eye and saying, “Good morning, Harry.” He mumbles a good morning back before grabbing Ron’s arm and dragging him away and out of the Great Hall.

Hermione nudges my shoulder, “Please do try to make up with him soon. I’ve never seen him so glum, not even when the Whomping Willow destroyed his Nimbus.” I laugh softly to myself and am soon lost in thought. Harry is a great guy and I love him dearly. “Perhaps what you two lack is communication. Tell him how you feel and express what makes you shy away from intimacy with him,” Hermione says before grabbing her book bag and walking off toward Professor McGonagall.

I sigh and grab my bag as well before wandering off toward our first lesson, half hoping to run into Harry on my way there. My wish is quickly granted too. I literally run into him as I turn a corner. When I notice it’s him, I wrap my arms around his waist and hold on as I mumble, “Can we talk after class? I miss you.”

He wraps his arms around me as well and mumbles a, “Sure, love.” We stand there a moment before the bell rings and pulls us apart and towards our class. We take our usual seats in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. As the professor begins their lecture for the day, I reach over and take Harry’s hand in mine before resting our hands on my thigh.

After a long and dull lecture, Harry and I wander off out of class and depart from everyone else who is heading towards the grounds. We are still holding hands when we step through the portrait hole. He tries to sit on the couch but I drag him toward my dorm instead because I know for certain it will be empty.

Harry stands awkwardly in the door way as I plop down onto my bed. I giggle at him before beckoning him towards me, “Come sit, will you and close the door behind you?” Once he’s done as I requested, I take his hands in mine, “Harry I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. I want you to know that I love you so very much and I would trust you with my life. I’ve just never really had a serious boyfriend before so this is all new to me.”

Tension seems to melt away from his shoulders as they relax. I continue my explanation, “I’ll do better about letting you know when I feel comfortable pushing the boundary back a little bit okay?”  

He kisses my knuckles before nodding, “Thank you, love. I’m sorry I’ve pushed you so much.”

I smile, “You’re forgiven. Now, how about we push that boundary back I little bit?” He grins as I move to straddle his lap and place his hands on my sides under my shirt.

Masterlist

[daydadahlias]

10 for take notes from the ask thing

(not that i’m complaining i love cake)

from writer asks thanks for asking Sarah!

10. Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

I actually answered this question here but (since this is sort of in the same vein) I'd love to expand on that in terms of this specific dynamic I chose (having Calum be the virgin).

Naturally, this fic is all about how to make an innocence kink safe. Because listen, I love an innocence kink as much as the next person but I find that the trope oftentimes strays too far into predatory behaviors for my liking.

As in, there's this constant narrative of wanting to "ruin" someone's innocence which I've never cared for considering that innocence is never something that should be ruined or taken from someone. (The idea of,,, wanting to be rough with someone during their first time is very concerning and is very often where these fics tend to lead). Innocence can be lifted, and it can be slowly removed but I don't like the idea of virginity loss being about the experienced character stripping the other character of their naivety/youth.

Also, I think that a lot of virginity loss fics that have consent don't deal with it appropriately because that consent is often misinformed or not informed at all. Which is why I wanted to write this fic, to have really explicit and well communicated sexual education between characters - one of which is experienced and one of which is not.

The automatic go-to with this pairing (which I largely picked bc I'm friends with Molly/Adri and wanted to write some cake for them lol) was to have Luke be the innocent character. That comes from the feminity we automatically associate with Luke as readers. He'd be the obvious choice for a sweet, innocent character who wants to learn about sex (bc of how kind and apparently shy at times he is). And Calum, meanwhile, is often portrayed in fic as hypersexual and commanding (I mean, Hell, I've written him that way constantly). But I realized that by having them in that dynamic, I'd be playing into the values I'm actively trying to go against.

There's a lot of reasons I chose to have Calum be the virgin in this story.

1) Calum is so hypersexualized in fandom to an extreme extent and I wanted to finally take the time to romanticize this guy (which is why the story is from Luke's POV even if Cal is the creative writing major). I wanted to talk about his smile and how fucking sweet and funny he can be. The guy deserved a fluffy smutty fic from me. Not another PWP.

2) Usually, innocence kink circles around the innocent character being bashful and embarrassed and the experienced character exerting force over them and physically/emotionally taking their virginity from them. So I thought by having a brash, confident virgin and a more shy, reserved experienced character, I wouldn't play so much into the predatory behavior

3) Having Luke as the cautious experienced character gives a lot of room for me to talk about how important informed consent is! Because he is so hyper-aware of his position and Calum's in comparison. And while Calum is physically stronger than him (which also made it better to have Calum be the virgin, I think, so that way it didn't feel like the innocent character was being physically overpowered in any way or couldn't escape if they wanted to), Luke is well aware that peer pressure is very much a thing and that he could overpower Calum via coercion, which makes him so careful. He's well informed, and he really cares about Calum, and he stresses about the whole thing.

I thought this dynamic was super important for this fic so I could have the safest portrayal of innocent kink I could. I mean, after all, this whole fic is just sex ed lol.

[reyescarlos]

tagged by the darling @vampirebuckley and @zeethebooknerd thanks, babes! 💜

How many stories did you complete?

43.5 last year which is fucking wild to think about considering, prior to when I started, I hadn’t written fanfic in 4 or 5 years.

What is your total word count for the year?

161,046....Jesus Christ that’s a big number.  I've put out two stories so far in 2021 with a total of 3036 lmao

What fandoms did you write in this year?

911 and 911 LS

Did you write more, less or roughly around what you expected you would?

MORE, seeing as though I didn’t expect to write anything at all. And then suddenly we were faced with a pandemic and I needed to pass the time somehow. now i’m a nuisance and I'm everyone’s problem 🌚

What’s your own favourite story of the year?

gosh, for tarlos it has to be can i be him and for buddie it'd have to be we found each other in the dark 

Did you take any writing risks this year?

I don’t believe so. I mean, I guess with buddie doing a soulmate au made me anxious. I’ve always wanted to try writing one but I wasn’t sure I could do it. Also, I actually wrote two smutty fics?? it’s been eons since I wrote anything like that but they came out well, if I may say so myself 😏

Do you have any fanfiction goals for 2021?

My biggest goal is to make actual headway on the multi chapter fics I have in mind for buddie and tarlos. buddie seems like it’ll be a bigger obstacle for me bc as of late I'm having trouble getting in the headspace for that pairing. but I'm excited about the AUs and if I can bring myself to focus, I think they’d be a lot of fun to write and share.

What is your most under-appreciated story?

idk?? I think I'm still just genuinely surprised anyone engages with my fics at all. I think they’ve all done relatively well. my friends seem to like what I post and that’s a win!

Biggest fanfiction related disappointment of 2020?

personally I'm upset with myself that I didn’t make any progress on the tarlos college soccer au I've been dying to write. I feel like the inspiration came to me so long ago for that story and I still don’t have anything substantial towards it, just sad little ideas on my notes app lol. I know @ronenrubinstein @sunshinestrand and @starlightbuck are holding their breath for something. sorry, ladies!

Biggest fanfiction related surprise of 2020?

for sure the amount of people that I've met as a result of writing! I don’t always feel so confident in my writing but people have been so kind. I love the little community of writer friends I have. I'm really looking forward to putting out more stories this year and branching out more. I'm too shy for my own good, ha.

tagging some love bugs: @sunshinestrand @marjansmarwani @officerrxyes @acejuddryder @reyesstrand

[mono-kookieficrecs]

hi!! you're honestly my most trusted fic rec blog because ur taste is so gooooood and exquisite *chef's kiss!* Do u have any favorite soulmate fics? Also, thank you so much for being the best channel for the best fics here on this platform! 🥺❣️

chef’s kiss?? chef’s kiss?!! you’re chef kissing me?! lol do you guys actually read the feedback I leave on my rbs??? 0.0

the best??? I’m what- you think I’m the best?!! jngjernjbthbiu[tksjng (insert sobbing emoji bc I’m on my laptop) thank youuuuuuuu so much for your kind ask & thank you for waiting patiently for my answer 

okay soulmate fics so I actually really like this au (but sometimes I think it can be weird & a turn off if the member just loves y/n bc she was reincarnated so I don’t usually read those kinds it’s mostly integrated in the werewolf & vampire aus I read but I think some of them are more about mates than soulmates if that makes sense idk) surprisingly there aren’t many I’ve read so I apologize I thought there’d be more oops I don’t want to rank any of these bc the writers are all great

Love Language by @rmnamjoons (one shot, nj x reader) admittedly this is the first one that came to mind bc I think it’s really unique & really really really cute & sweet kewjn[rjegnbeh plus there’s smut how can it be so pure yet so *chef’s kiss*

Bound by @mygsii (one shot, nj x reader) so this is a werewolf au & um yeah it was a pretty self-indulgent read but I love werewolf aus & Joonie so get off my back XD I loved this fic a lot & even tho there wasn’t much plot I think the simplicity was nice & made it easy to just read & indulge in this since sometimes fics w/ heavy plots can get exhausting at times no matter how good they are so I think this is good if you want a nice simple cute smutty read

Once Bitten, Twice Shy by @pbandjk (series, th x reader, ft. soulmate!jk) so another werewolf au (leave me be XD) this is a series I’m currently reading & I can’t wait for more it’s been a bit since it was updated so I’m not sure if it’s on hold or what but I think there’s plenty of good stuff to read in the first two chapters to (maybe?) give you that soulmate au I think it’s really good 

Soul Meiteu by @bang-tan-bitches (series, ot7 x reader)

Immortals by @bang-tan-bitches (series, ot7 x reader)

okay these last two are really really really good & are probs more of what you’re looking for when you say soulmate au lol they have more chapters to them so you’ll have plenty of content (but you’ll have to be patient for the next update since they’re busy & haven’t been able to write lately it’s still worth reading tho!!!) but yeah I’m reading these series too & they’re really cute & fluffy so pls give them a read I think you’ll like them ^-^

I hope you find something you like – as always leave a comment if you guys have any other suggestions ^-^

[bitterlemonwater]

Would you ever consider writing something with Stephen Strange and Peter? 🥺 The rarepair is truly lacking and I feel like you could make something perfectly smutty out of post-Endgame taking Peter under Stephen's (magical) wing, or doctor AU

Endg*me who? I don’t know her. Smutty non-powered doctor au (that’s much more of a club au than a proper doctor au) it is. I’ve only written Stephen x Peter once before so?? Hope you like it anon bby

Peter’s age is unspecified, Strange has post-Sorcerer Supreme facial hair bc I said so, hand jobs, non-graphic but explicitly mentioned violence (Peter gets mugged in the beginning), clubbing, inaccurate medical procedures?? i’m not a doctor and have never worked in a hospital lol. 5k

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Peter wakes up in a hospital bed. 

He remembers leaving his apartment. He remembers zipping his wallet into one jacket pocket and slipping his phone into the other, his hand wrapped around it. He remembers turning all the right corners and dodging a cyclist and sniffling in the chilly weather. 

He doesn’t remember why or how he—

Oh, no, wait. Yeah. He remembers that.

The three thugs that had caught him by the hood of his jacket and yanked him into a murky alleyway between two run down hole-in-the-walls, both of which were closed for the night by the time Peter finally had time to run his errands. Milk and printer paper from a 24/7 Target hadn’t seemed like they would be a problem, but. That’s a sketchy neighborhood in New York, he supposes. 

He’d handed over his wallet without a fight (because contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t actually have a death wish) and was giving up his phone when May started calling him. 

Apparently the buzzing and loud ringtone (what? He has unfortunately selective hearing—sometimes it just gets tuned out and he needs volume to catch his attention) and potential red alert freaked the guys out, because one swatted his phone out of his grip and before he could raise his hands in surrender, someone decked him in the face.

And now he’s in a hospital bed. 

The window shades are half opened but there’s no light coming in, and the light in the room is off, only a dim lamp illuminating everything—so it must still be nighttime. Hopefully the same night, but Peter won’t push his luck. 

His head throbs like hell and he sits up slowly. The chair beside his bed keeps his shoes and jacket in reassuring view, but other than that, he’s been blessed to keep his regular clothes on. (Definitely the same night, then. Maybe he’ll only have been out for a few hours?)

For a few minutes, Peter just sits still on the bed, breathing, rubbing his temples. He really hopes he doesn’t have a concussion. This one hospital visit is going to suck to pay off—especially if he was brought in by an ambulance—and he’d rather not add follow up appointments to the bill. 

It’s not long before a nurse stops by. He turns on the lights and it makes Peter cringe, but not as awfully as he’s heard concussions usually make bright lights. There’s still hope, then.

The nurse asks him how he’s feeling and if he’s in any pain, then takes down his information, explains that he’s only been out for three hours and that it’s currently one in the morning. Peter tells him about getting mugged and he responds by saying they’ll have an officer come down to talk to him after he is released from care. 

The nurse finishes by asking if there’s anyone Peter would like to call. Peter debates saying no, but he can already hear May yelling at him if he tries to walk himself home after this, so he gives them Ned’s number and lays back down. 

“Alright. Doctor Strange will be here look you over in a moment.” The nurse says. Doctor Strange? Doctor, Strange. Strange. Why does that sound familiar?

While the nurse gives him two pills for the pain, Peter tries to recall where he’s heard that name before, wracking his brain and only coming up with incomplete thoughts and almost-resurrected memories. He knows he’s heard that before. He just can’t figure out where.

He’s already decided to awkwardly ask the doctor if they’ve met before when the door opens again.

In steps a man half turned away from him, tall and not quite broad but definitely fit and muscled under his white coat. He’s wearing pale blue scrubs and has a stethoscope around his neck, clipboard in his hands. His hair is brown with the slightest bit of grey, that much Peter can see, with killer cheekbones.

It’s not until the guy finishes whatever quiet conversation he was having and turns towards Peter, uncapping a pen and finally facing the younger that it clicks. 

Shit.

Three weeks earlier

Usually after a rough week of classes and work, Peter is exhausted. He’s tired and he just wants to sleep for fourteen hours, then have food delivered directly to his bed so he doesn’t have to get up for a full twenty four. 

This week it is the opposite. He’s keyed up and anxious to do something. He feels a little detached from himself, and he wants to do something outrageous. He wants an adrenaline rush that will take all his extra energy with it once it fades.

MJ suggests partaking in a protest somewhere, but a quick search tells him there aren’t any nearby that night, and not that Peter doesn’t feel just as passionate about good causes and taking action, but standing with a sign and chanting with a crowd isn’t really the thrill he’s looking for to vent how wound up he is. 

Ned suggests clubbing. Peter likes that idea a lot better. 

He loses his best friend within the first twenty minutes they spend at the bar. It’s not too high end that it actually requires an entrance fee, but it’s a respectable enough place that they definitely wouldn’t have been able to afford more than two drinks.

Which is why they got plenty tipsy before they went into the club. 

Which is why after attractive strangers keep buying Peter shots and sweet bubbly things (as if he can’t handle his liquor, but whatever, he won’t say no to free alcohol) he’s hammered. 

Not black-out wasted, of course. Peter knows his limits well enough to know exactly when he’s having fun, but not too clumsy or cloudy to get in real trouble. But he’s definitely drunk. Definitely, definitely drunk.

Normally Peter isn’t the type to be comfortable in a crowded club full of sweaty bodies, everyone in short dresses and tight button ups that show off all the round and firm parts.

On that note, he hadn’t really had much for a “sexy” outfit other than a blush pink satin t-shirt that MJ said made him look “fuckable” and fitted black chinos. 

But normally Peter doesn’t feel like he’ll explode if he doesn’t find some way to work off pent up nerves. So when girls put their hands on his shoulders and roll and sway their hips, and random guys grab him by the waist and pull his ass flush to their fronts—he laughs and grinds back. 

He flits between partners for the better part of an hour, really only stopping to get free water from the bar or have various old fashioned, rocks, shot, and cocktail glasses slid his way—or to go to the bathroom.

He sees Ned a couple times, always across the room with a girl practically melting into him. Ned’s always had a better sense of rhythm than Peter, but that’s the nice thing about club music. 

You don’t really need rhythm. You just have to move and you’ll either fit the song anyways or someone else will help you along. 

He only takes a few sips of each drink he’s offered, and some he does refuse with a cheeky smile about not getting drunk, even though he’s very drunk already.

Peter’s just left a man (and a half empty glass) at the bar, one who’s already bought him two very sparkling blue drinks and who definitely watches his ass each time he walks away, when he runs into someone. Literally, bumps into them, and though they’re barely thrown off balance and Peter is mid not-sexy-at-all apology, the person steadies both hands on his waist. 

They’re nice hands. Firm but not uncomfortably possessive or rough, pliable enough to move with the way Peter shifts and sways without letting even an ounce of space get under his grip. 

“Hello there,” the man says. Peter looks up and sees a goddamn devilishly handsome face, well trimmed facial hair and piercing grey-green eyes. Probably mid 30’s. Sharply defined cheekbones and jaw. Hot. 

“Hi,” Peter giggles. Giggles like a ditzy idiot, but the man doesn’t seem to mind. 

“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” He says, and he rakes his gaze up and down Peter’s body in the most shameless way. Peter grins and bites his lip, not shying away from eye contact when the man looks up again. 

“You’re not too bad lookin’ yourself.” 

The man grins, then tugs Peter forward by the waist. Peter doesn’t hesitate to grind forward, one hand on the guy’s chest and the other rising to a tall shoulder, swaying and stepping into the man’s space. 

It earns him a pleased smirk, and the guy drags him closer, walks him back into the messy crowd so they can dance. 

He’s hot, ok, and Peter’s been getting groped and felt up for the last hour and a half, so when he feels a sizable bulge press against him and moves flush with the solid body in front of, beside, behind him—sue him, he gets hard. Really hard. 

Really, really fucking hard. 

As in, he needs to get off in the bathroom right fucking now. 

“Having fun, baby?” The guy asks. His mouth is right next to Peter’s ear, hips rubbing against Peter’s ass, and one hand reaches down to boldly cup Peter’s clothed dick. 

Peter whines and nods, pulling off the guy, fully intending to abandon ship and jerk off in a hopefully not too gross toilet stall. The man grabs his wrist as he steps away, but doesn’t drag him back or try to guide him elsewhere. He just follows Peter through the crowd, landing them both in the bathroom. 

When Peter turns around with the goal of seductively asking if the man wants to help him out or not, he’s met by plush lips rushing to his own. The guy tastes like hard alcohol, like whiskey and bourbon and nothing like the marshmallow vodka Peter and Ned used to get tipsy or the sweet bubbly things Peter’s been offered all night. 

The man walks them through the bathroom door and locks it behind them, as if there aren’t stalls they could easily slip into. For some reason the lights are actually dimmer inside the restroom and the music has no problem slipping through the crack under the door, deafening outside but loud enough to mostly cover up the wet sounds of their kissing.

Peter kisses him hard and messy, wrapping his arms around the guy’s neck and grinding forward, trying to get some friction on his aching cock. The man smirks into the kiss, nipping at Peter’s bottom lip and licking from the bottom of his chin back into his mouth, one hand venturing downwards to cup his erection again.

The man’s hands are so steady, nothing sloppy or uncoordinated about him. He doesn’t tremble or slip up at all, doesn’t hold too tight, doesn’t move to fast but he doesn’t slow down for a second to let Peter breathe. He rubs at Peter’s dick through his slacks, fingers mapping out the shape and digging his palm right where the tip is, making Peter keen into the kiss. 

It doesn’t take long for the guy to get tired with feeling him up over his pants. He unbuttons the chinos easily and tugs down the zipper, slipping his hand under Peter’s boxers too. 

His hand isn’t particularly cold or hot but god does it feel good, having smooth, solid skin to rub against. The man strokes him with purpose a few times, not teasing him or trying to draw out any more of the moans that Peter graciously supplies. Flicking his wrist over the head, cupping and squeezing his balls, tight but not too tight, easing the way with precome. 

And then he stops, just holding, and with a desperate moan Peter picks up where he left off, grinding into the man’s fist, thrusting his hips up and forward into the friction.

He gets close embarrassingly fast (or it would be embarrassing if he could care), his legs shaking and arms tense and abdominal clenched as pressure and pleasure quickly pool in the pit of his stomach.

Peter whimpers into the kiss, all tongue and want, threading his fingers in the older man’s brown (possibly black? It’s dark in here) hair while he’s squeezed tightly against hard muscle by an arm around his waist. 

“Gonna-”

“Do it. Come on, baby, wanna see your pretty face when you do,” the man cuts him off. Peter nods, just nods and bites his lip and lets his head fall back, baring his neck and face to the world (or, really, just to the man jerking him off) as he tips over the edge. 

He moans so loudly that if someone was waiting on the other side of the door they’d hear him over the music. He doesn’t care, though. It’s one of the best orgasms he’s ever had, the build up and being pushed over by such dexterous hands with that deep voice groaning and whispering praise in his ear. 

He soaks his already precome-ruined boxers with release and slumps against the man, needing a second to breathe and collect himself. The guy lets him lean for a few moments, but then turns him around, drawing Peter’s back against him and pinning the smaller man between himself and the counter. 

It’s probably a gross counter, classy bar or otherwise. Peter doesn’t care. He folds his arms on it and rests his forehead on the backs of his hands, letting the man behind him grind into his ass. 

Bare, if Peter picks that up right, the hardly audible shuffle of a belt and zipper, the much more defined feeling cock rubbing against him. He doesn’t care about that, either. If his ass gets stained by this gorgeous Greek god’s come, then he can just borrow Ned’s jacket to wrap around his waist when they leave. 

Will it be embarrassing? Yes. Will Ned let him live it down? Not likely.

Will it be worth it? Yes. 

And it’s not that he’s not present and interested, but he’s definitely a little floaty and the songs outside get caught swimming in his head, and he has a feeling it takes the man longer to come than Peter thinks it does.

Either way, when the guy does climax, he pulls away from Peter and catches it in his hands, washing it away in the sink beside the younger’s nearly collapsed body. 

“You ok there?” The man asks. Even shouting over the music, his voice sounds soft and gentle. Peter nods. 

“‘m fine. Better than fine. That felt great, erm, thanks,” he laughs, standing straight and looking at the guy again. The man smiles at him and pecks his cheeks, then his lips, then smirks. 

“Made a mess of your underwear, though,” he quips.

Peter groans and wiggles around the guy, stealing some paper towels to try and clean up inside his pants (which would have been awkward and a little confusing, as for how much modesty he should take, if the guy didn’t plaster himself to Peter’s back once more, hook his chin over Peter’s shoulder and watch so intently that Peter started to get hard again) before zipping and buttoning back up. 

“I’m Stephen, by the way. Doctor Stephen Strange.”

Peter raises an eyebrow. “Doctor? Wow, that’s really impressive,” he drawls, not really believing the man. One of the first guys to buy him a drink had also claimed to be a doctor, but a few minutes later when his girlfriend showed up, she happened to mention his job at a grocery store. 

Not that Peter has anything against grocery store employees. Ned worked at Walmart before getting into his field and Peter has probably worked at every convenience store and gas station in Queens. 

(And not because he couldn’t hold one down, but because he needed five jobs at once over the summer to be able to pay for his first year of room and board.)

The guy just smiles, not confessing to being a liar but not taking offense that Peter implies he is. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” 

Peter hums. “Peter. I’m a photographer,” he winks at the man and unlocks the bathroom door. Stephen guides him by the wrist (and it would almost be annoying that he doesn’t hold Peter’s hand properly or let him walk on his own, if it wasn’t hot as fuck) back to the bar.

In place of ordering, Stephen just holds up two fingers towards the bartender. She nods at him and turns to grab two shot glasses, and Peter doesn’t have time to unpack why she knows what he wants. 

“Photography, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Sounds riveting.”

“Oh, it is. Nothing as exciting as taking pictures of other people doing exciting things.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

“Doctor, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“Are you a real doctor?”

“I am.”

Peter swivels on his bar stool, staring the man down. It would be more interrogating and honest to his attempt to read the man if simply looking at Stephen didn’t make his lips twitch in a smile. “Where’d you go to school?” 

“Pre-med in NYU. The rest is a secret.” Stephen winks. Peter narrows his eyes but doesn’t say anything else. 

“So, is that Peter with a last name?” Stephen adds as the drinks are delivered to them. Honey colored with no bubbles and perfect circles of ice in each. Peter takes a sip and lets it roll around his mouth.

“How do I know you’re not a serial killer?”

“I told you I’m a doctor.”

“Perfect cover story,” Peter raises, making an exaggeratedly suspicious face. Stephen laughs at him, probably not because he’s actually amusing but because the man is also drunk. 

“Ok, what about Peter with a phone number?”

Peter can’t stop from smiling. A phone number? Like, a ‘we could totally hook up again and get further than a hand job in a bathroom’ kind of phone number? He tries to keep up the game of not acting as enthusiastic as he is, though. “Well, since I still don’t know if you’re a serial killer, maybe you should give me your number.”

“Really? After I got you off like that?”

“Well, actually I got me off, thanks,” Peter muses cheekily, “but… yep. Precautions.”

That earns him a fond laugh. “Alright, alright. ‘Precautions’. Here,” Stephen snatches a napkin from under his drink and a pen from over the counter of the bar, confirming Peter’s theory that they man is definitely a regular. 

“So you come here often?” Peter says. He realizes the joke a second later than Stephen does and blushes at his own cheesiness while the man shakes his head and laughs. 

“I do, yes.” 

“Hmm. Doctor’s salary and you go to bars that don’t overcharge you for everything? Sounds sketchy.” Peter quips. Stephen rolls his eyes and hands over the napkin, ten numbers in way too nice handwriting bleeding through.

“A friend of mine owns the place. I like to support her now and again.” He explains. Peter nods, accepting the reasoning. 

“That doesn’t explain why you have nice handwriting, though.” He continues, examining the napkin. Stephen laughs at him. 

“I’m taking that as a compliment.” 

Peter grins back.

They talk for almost an hour, broken up by breaks to dance or get more drinks—which are just water, for Peter. He knows when he’s hit his limit, thankfully—and by the time Ned is falling over Peter’s shoulder, leaning against the counter and saying he’s ready to go home and lament about the girl he’s just fallen in love with, Peter thinks he likes Stephen Strange quite a lot. 

He says so, as he’s leaving, and waves the napkin with the man’s number for emphasis. Stephen just grins, tilts his head and raises his glass and shouts over the crowd that he expects to hear from Peter soon.

It’s only when Peter decides “soon” can totally be three in the morning of that same night that he realizes he somehow managed to lose the napkin. 

He’s upset, but not devastated. Just disappointed. Ned tells him they can both get over their narrowly claimed soulmates (i.e. the girl he danced with all night who was leaving to go back to Germany the next morning) by having a star wars marathon and ordering take-out. 

Which, yeah. Was a pretty good remedy, and after a few days, Peter completely (or, mostly completely) forgot about Stephen Strange.

Present time

Peter’s brain stops processing. God, just the sight of the other man makes him antsy to move, having to consciously stop his hips from shifting. He wants to kill the awkwardness. “Uh-”“Peter.” Stephen beats him to it. He cringes slightly.

“Um, h-hi. Hi? How, uh, how are you?” 

That gets him a slightly confused, if amused, eyebrow raise. (Killer cheekbones and those lips Peter assumed he’d never see again) “The question is actually how are you, seeing as you’re the one in the hospital bed.” 

“Oh! Right, right. I’m good. Fine.” This is too awkward. This is kind of painful, actually. 

“Mhm,” the doctor couldn’t sound less convinced, “How’s your head? I’m sure the nurse told you, they did an emergency CT scan when you were first brought in, and you don’t seem to have any injuries beyond the couple of scrapes on your face and side. Let you keep your clothes on since the worst of it might be a minor concussion. Let’s check that over though, yeah?”

Peter just nods slowly. Stephen comes to sit beside him, using another chair opposite the one housing his jacket and shoes. 

He watches as Stephen writes in a few boxes on the paper on his clipboard, but all Peter can think about is that those careful, nimble hands had given him one of the best orgasms ever. 

“Are you in any pain? Any sensitivity to light, headache, confusion, dizziness? Are you nauseous at all? Any memory loss?” 

Peter responds dutifully to the questions. He has a slight headache, and the lights bothered him when they first turned on but overall he’s feeling a lot better. An ache on his whole left side, but he assumes that’s from how he fell and landed when he got knocked out. 

Stephen writes down all of his answers, checking and marking boxes. When he’s done, he sets the clipboard down and beckons Peter closer. He listens to the younger man’s heart, checks his eyes with a light, and peels off some bandages that Peter hadn’t even noticed on his cheek, reapplying fresh gauze and tape with a new layer of antibiotic cream. 

“Well, I’d say you’re in the clear for a concussion, but you’ll definitely need to take it easy for a week or so. Lots of fluids, lots of rest, as low stress as you can manage. No rigorous physical activity. You’re a lucky kid, Peter Parker.” 

Peter cringes, then lets his head loll to the side. He’s tired and the pain medication is making him a little loopy and he’d rather think about anything else than what his bill is going to be for all of this. 

“Well shit. You know my last name now. Hope you don’t serial murder me.” He hums. He reaches for his jacket and slips it on. Stephen has the decency (especially impressive considering he probably thinks Peter ditched him) to humor him.

“Still on about that? I thought you’d be convinced of my authenticity by now. I’ve got a white lab coat and everything. I’m wearing scrubs.” The man says, whispering scandalized at the end. It makes Peter giggle. He’s a little amazed, actually.

The man he met at the bar was nice, sure, but he’d also very clearly had the goal of getting into Peter’s pants. It’s odd to see the same man, who’d later taken such a serious, confident tone at the club still being playful.

“Speaking of, I thought you said you were a surgeon? Very impressive, very renowned, etcetera. Why are you giving me a… non, surgical check up?” Peter asks. He looks longingly at his shoes, kind of wishing they would just float over to his feet without him having to put them on.

Stephen doesn’t seem off put by Peter’s phrasing. “All of our neurologists are swamped at the moment. They called in some off duty general practitioners to cover, but a personal friend of mine, Christine, was supposed to see you and couldn’t, so she asked me.” He leans back in his chair, then, studying Peter in the same shameless, confident way (albeit, not in the lustful way) he had at the bar. 

“I must say, I certainly wasn’t expecting to see you here. Or again, at all.” His tone lilts, pressing Peter to explain why he never called after they hit it off (and got off). 

“Yeah, about that,” Peter mumbles. He grabs his sneakers but doesn’t put them on yet, figuring it would be rude to get up or turn his back while he’s explaining. “I’m sorry. I was honestly going to call you but, I uhm..” 

“Lost the napkin?”

Peter winces, then nods and hangs his head in defeat. “I lost the napkin.”

Stephen laughs, sitting forward again, and it surprises Peter. On the rare occasion he’s seen someone he’s (intentionally) turned down again, they’ve usually been… a lot more aggressive and unhappy. 

His confusion must show, because Stephen looks at him, all sharp features and unapologetically confident and somehow just soft enough to be sincere. “I figured it was something like that, considering you had a pretty good incentive to contact me.” 

Peter narrows his eyes, but it’s not real heat. “‘Pretty good incentive’ he says. My, you’re just full of yourself, huh? That’s gotta be some kind of doctor syndrome or something. There was a Criminal Minds episode like that.” Stephen groans at his response. 

“Criminal minds?”

“What? It’s a good show!” 

“It’s completely unrealistic. Every episode has the exact same plot.”

Peter gasps, offended. “They do not!” Stephen looks unimpressed.

“There’s a bad guy, he’s killed people in a particularly gruesome way and now he’s kidnapped some poor girl. Time crunch. He’s a white man between his 20’s and 40’s, one of the ‘agents’ has some dramatic personal tie, there are hints at a subplot, Reed says something quirky and beats them all at cards on the plane. Sound familiar?” 

Peter gapes at him for a solid three seconds before composing himself, crossing his arms and huffing. “It’s still entertaining..” he pouts, petulant. Stephan rolls his eyes but chuckles at the display. 

“Well, I’m sure it will keep you plenty entertained while you get your rest. And hydration. But try to steer clear of the strawberry daiquiris.” He says, smirking as he reorders the papers on his clipboard. Peter relents, sighing, and turns to put on his shoes.

“‘s not like I picked ‘em out and bought them all..” he grumbles quietly.

When he slowly rises from the bed, Stephen is still there. Standing on the opposite side of the cot, staring at him. Peter feels his cheeks flush and dear god, he cannot get hard thinking about the last time they were alone in a room together. 

He’s trying to think of some way to diffuse the tension, ask about leaving or paperwork (or the bill, dear god), the police report he needs to file or about his friend picking him up—but Stephen beats him to it. 

“Would you like to have dinner?” 

Peter stares. What was that?

“Huh?”

“I said, would you like to have dinner?” Stephen repeats, patient and unflinching, nothing modest or humorous to lighten the air. 

Peter stutters, then wets his lip and bites it, then shifts from foot to foot before nodding. 

“Yes. I’d like to have dinner with you.”

Stephen smiles. “Great.” He steps around the bed just as Peter does, bringing them closer together. “Now, technically I have your whole file right here, and I could just get your phone number off of that. But that’d be wholly unprofessional of me.”

Peter snorts, having to step back and cover his mouth so he can laugh at the man’s utter brashness. “Yeah, you’re completely correct. That would be very unprofessional. And probably illegal, I think.”

“Oh, definitely illegal.” 

Peter giggles, but then Stephen is handing him the pen he’d been writing with. Peter takes it, still grinning, yet furrows his brows in confusion. “I don’t have any paper.” 

Stephen smirks. Then he holds out his hand, palm up. When it clicks what he’s requesting and Peter snaps up to look at him, there’s a very calm, controlled smile, carefully containing a wild amount of self-satisfaction on Stephen’s face. 

“So I don’t lose it.” 

Peter rolls his eyes so dramatically it hurts, but he takes Stephen’s hand, reluctantly flattered, holding it steady in one of his own and writing with the other. Though it’s more like the older man’s one palm holds both of his stable with how unwavering it is. 

When he’s finished writing his number, he hands the pen back. “Make sure you don’t wash that hand,” he quips. Stephen hums, waving an arm past to guide Peter out of the room. 

“I promise I’ll take good care of it. The nurse will deliver your paperwork to the waiting room, and there will be an officer there as well. You’re very welcome to stay until your ride arrives.” He says. Before Peter can answer, the man is swooping down, planting a gentle kiss to his temple, and then before he can react, Stephen is disappearing down the hallway. 

Peter waits in a mildly comfortable chair and picks up his packet, report and bills and prescription of rest, all in a daze. He’s still in it when he files his report with officer Rogers and when he gets in Ned’s car around two thirty in the morning, answering a million questions and finally tipping his head back against the seat, relishing the dark and the busy quiet of New York late at night.

Two days later, after he’s got a new phone and a new wallet (and a loan in May’s good credit name to pay for his hospital visit), he gets a text that threatens to buzz out of the pocket which barely manages to muffle it.

Unknown: Dinner, Thursday. 8 o’clock. I’ll pick you up. Sound good?

Peter grins and makes a new contact.

You don’t know my address though?

Stephen: I’m sure you’ll tell me.

Fair enough. I can do Thursday at 8.

Stephen: Perfect.

Then, a moment later:

Stephen: Wear that pink shirt again, and I’ll let you pick the venue. Deal?

Peter blushes even though there’s no one there to see it, biting the inside of his cheek not to smile dumbly at his phone. 

Deal.

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idk if you're still taking requests but i'd love some more robert/klaus smut bc i think i've read all there is up to date lol, was thinking something hella dirty with a the reader being british, also bonus if it ends with someone else walking in on them ;)))

Kitchen Heat: Robert Sheehan x Female Reader

Thanks for the request, anon!  Requests and comments make me so happy! I hope you enjoy!

Words: ~1800

Warnings: It’s pretty smutty :)

After years of culinary school and working as a sous chef in some of the top restaurants in the UK, you decided to move to Los Angeles to open your own restaurant.  The concept: classic British comfort foods updated to suit the health conscious and eclectic millennial palate.  You had recently been graced with a glowing four star write up in Food and Wine magazine which created quite a buzz.  It also drew the attention of your celebrity obsession, Robert Sheehan.  You’d been a devoted fan ever since Misfits.

The first time he came in the place was jammed!  Your staff struggled to keep up with the demand, but you didn’t want to turn anyone away.  The host seated Robert and his friends at a table far enough away from the kitchen to be considered a good table, but close enough that you had sight lines through the narrow kitchen window.  You observed him talking and gesturing enthusiastically with his friends, imagining what he might be saying about your food.  Whatever it was, he looked pleased and your heart swelled with excitement.

That’s when Kim, the waitress came back into the kitchen saying, “Robert wants to meet the chef.” You nearly had to pick yourself off the floor at the news. 

“Tell them I’ll see them straight away,” you said, imitating confidence.  You ran back to the loo to put yourself together.  Working in a busy kitchen has a way of making you look like you’ve been running a marathon through a food fight.  You took off your apron, restyled your bun and applied a bit of powder to manage the shine.  You looked in the mirror and smiled sarcastically at your reflection.  This was about as good as it was going to get without a shower and a change of clothes.  You bravely walked out to the dining room for Roberts critique.

He smiled and got up from the table when he saw you.  He started clapping and his friends joined.  It was surreal.  The blush heated your cheeks.  You took a little bow in response. 

“Y/N, this food is…I can’t describe it…In tastes like the past and the future.  It’s delicious.  I love it.,” he said, gesturing wildly with his hands. 

You laughed. “Wow, thank you, Robert…I don’t know what to say.“  You really didn’t.

You sat down for a few minutes to chat with the group.  Kim brought you a glass of wine, turned away from Robert, her eyes wide, mouthing the words ‘oh my god.’ You tried so desperately to act casual at first until you actually did feel at ease with your new friends.  Robert was so warm and kind.  He had so many questions.  You tried to learn about his current project but he kept bringing the conversation back to the restaurant and the food.  He was really enthusiastic. 

You soon realized that you were needed back in the kitchen, so you excused yourself and went back to your frazzled kitchen staff.  Your memory of those moments with Robert would be etched into your brain forever.  Now it was back to reality, whisking and chopping, searing and garnishing tall, savory dishes long into the night.

A few weeks later Robert returned to the restaurant.  He was alone this time. It was odd seeing a celebrity dining alone.  He ordered the beef wellington and a glass of red.  He was reading something.  A script maybe?  Kim came back to tell you that he had tipped her a hundred bucks, said he wanted to camp out at the table for the rest of the night.  "I think he’s waiting for you,” she said gently digging her elbow into your ribs.

Your heart started pumping at double speed.  Maybe he was interested in you. God knows you had been fantasizing about him for nearly a decade.  After meeting the real Robert, maybe those fantasies weren’t so crazy after all.  It looked like he was actually a fan of yours.  That realization lit a spark in you as you swaggered out into the dining room and up to Robert’s table, sliding into the booth across from him.  “Hello, Robert.”

He dropped his script, clearly flustered. “Y/N, you surprised me!”

“You came back.”

“Well, the food is amazing and I think I’ve got a thing for the chef,” he said with a shy smile.

“A thing, you say? Let’s explore that, shall we?” You looked down at your watch.  "The restaurant closes in twenty minutes.  I could give you a private tour of the kitchen, then we can hit the pub or something."   

"Yes! I like this plan,” he said grinning. 

You spent the next twenty minutes in a daze of growing anticipation.  You made stupid little mistakes trying to manage the final clean up and prep for the next day.  The cooks and sous chef were headed for the pub.  They asked if you’d be joining them. You mumbled something noncommittal and focused on pulling yourself together.  You were now just seconds away from being alone with Robert.

“Everyone’s gone.  Come with me,” you said, grabbing his hand, surprising yourself with your boldness.  The touch of his skin sent electricity to your brain and back down to the heat between your legs.

The overhead lights were off and pilot light from the stove cast a gentle glow when you entered the kitchen.  Robert stepped in close to you, still holding your hand.  "I’ve had everything on your menu.  His head tilted slightly and his gorgeous green eyes looked deeper into yours.  “Is there something else I can try?”

You smiled, acknowledging the innuendo, but decided it would be more fun to tease him. “I’ve got a new desert I’m working on.  It’s a bit like classic trifle, but I’ve added an American twist.  You went over to the walk-in and returned with your latest experiment.  Robert leaned forward curiously, tucking a wayward curl behind his ear.  He watched intently while you assembled the sponge cake, fresh berries, and cream.  "Let’s see if you can guess the secret ingredient.”  You dipped a strawberry in the cream and slowly brought it up to his lips.  He opened his mouth and devoured it sensually, closing his eyes then moaned softly and exhaled. God, everything this man does is erotic, you thought as you watched him swallow the desert.  You inched closer until your lips were a few centimeters from his. “Bourbon,” you whispered. “It’s the secret ingredient.”

“I didn’t have a chance to guess,” he laughed. You studied his long, curly lashes as he blinked. In what felt like slow motion, his lips finally met yours.  You drew a suddenly necessary breath in through your nose, wondering if this was real.  He slid his hands up around the back of your neck and gently slid his tongue into your mouth.  You tasted the lingering sweetness from the strawberry and creme as your tongue mingled with his.  You hooked your arms around his waist. He pressed his body to yours.  Even through your double breasted, heat resistant chef’s coat you could feel his stiff cock pressed against you.

His hands slid down to the buttons of your coat.  He managed the first few, then became frustrated. He pulled away from the kiss with an audible wet smack.  “So may buttons,” he lamented with furrowed brows.  You giggled and finished the job, removing the coat.  Your clingy T-shirt was damp with sweat.  You cringed for a second, worried that would kill the mood, but quite the opposite happened.  Robert was intoxicated by your scent.  He kissed your damp neck, peeled the T-shirt up over your head, then removed his own.  His smooth chest and lean muscles took your breath away. 

You thought for a second about the fact that this was happening in your kitchen.  You were about to break every rule in the book, but that just excited you more.  Besides, you’d sanitize the whole goddam place in the morning anyway. 

You hooked your index finger into Robert’s ridiculously low waistband.  You heard the anticipation in his breath.  He grabbed your wrist, and turned your hand over in his so he could softly kiss your palm.  “Not yet,” he said.  You started walking toward the empty stainless steel prep table, looking back at him over your shoulder.  He grabbed your hips and positioned himself behind you, answering your non verbal question.  Then he kissed your back and shoulder blades as you unclasped your bra.  His wet kisses sent shudders down your spine.  He cupped your breasts and gently pinched your nipples while grinding his cock against the small of your back. 

Your pussy was already soaked when you both started feverishly wrestling with your pants.  You kicked off your shoes and Robert took care of the rest.  You stood before him naked but for your socks.  He gave you a boost up onto the table, your knees spread apart.  You leaned forward placing both palms down in front of you.  Robert’s hands grabbed two handfuls of your ripe ass.  You whimpered when he ran his fingers up and down your wet slit, then gasped when he eased them inside you.

You were about to get off on his fingers alone when he slowly pulled them out and replaced them with his mouth.  His lips and tongue explored every part of you from your clit to your asshole and back again. He made swirling rhythmic motions that made you twitch and moan until you came like an earthquake.

Rob guided you down off the table until your feet were back on the ground and gently bent you over. Then he slid his cock inside you, bucking his hips until he was as deep as it would go.  He grabbed your hips and began grinding and thrusting.  Your nipples grazed against the cold stainless steel table with every movement, adding to your pleasure.  Just as you were rounding the corner to your second orgasm the lights flicked on.  You shrieked.  

“Oh shit!”  Kim screamed and shielded her eyes with her hand like you do in the bright sun.  You and Rob tried to cover up the best you could, using your hands as fig leaves. Kim laughed nervously.  “Well, you two…keep calm, carry on,” she mumbled and turned to go, forgetting why she came back in the first place.  “My phone”…she reached awkwardly for the object on the counter… “forgot my phone.”  Then she bolted for the door.  As soon as she was gone you both burst out laughing.

“Y/N, I don’t mean to sound forward, but would you like to come over to my place?”  

You laughed and nodded.  "That sounds lovely, Rob.”

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Ten songs on my Spotify on repeat list. lol I’ve been like off the grid either watching old hockey games or writing about one very specific player bc I’m going through it so I wonder what’s on here.

1. Mini Ripper - Strawberry Girls (y’all the only song that makes me want to have a family, omg)

2. Carry Me In - Cage the Elephant (sometimes I cry while singing this song on my way home from work bc it gets me so emotional)

3. Ready 2 Receive U - Angel Du$t (inspired some smutty thoughts one day and I just keep playing it lol)

4. The Jiggler - Dance Gavin Dance (My favorite line is “is there something more to you than just bible study?” bc I started listening to this song again in the middle of my second Blake Lizotte phase)

5. Alone Again - The Weeknd (I don’t know, it just makes me sad)

6. Lemon Pepper - cupcakke (I... am... so ... touch... starved)

7. Freek N You - Jodeci (I... am.... so... touch... starved... but... also... in ...a ...90s... mood)

8. My Type - Saweetie (uhhhhhhh, yeah)

9. Suge - Dababy (a bop, always)

10. St. Percy - Brockhampton (just one of my faves I always end up playing)

I’m too shy to tag anyone so if you see this and want to try it then say I tagged you or don’t. 

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Can you please recommend new coffee shop themed fics please? Anything that has to do with a coffee shop setting would be great.

Hey anon! these are all the newer/not recced before cafe/coffee shop AU fics we could find! they’re all very fluffy so enjoy~ don’t forget to leave kudos and nice comments to the authors

Two Sugars - jongin is a barista and soo works for a high-end magazine, he has a crush on nini who works at the cafe he always drops by before going to work in the morning. BLESS THIS FIC! it’s as smutty as it is fluffy and i LOVE it! a true masterpiece + ON-GOING! **thumbs up** (Read on AFF)

Unlucky in Love - originally posted for the OLAO fic fest that ended just recently, nini has been going through a dating slump, until chanhun set him up with ksoo who has a crush on him. xxxtra fluffy

A Storm is Brewing - oneshot, barista!jongin who has to take care of soo because he is terrified of storms. 

Chance - omg the pining ~so good~ SO kaisoo are baristas at the same cafe and they both like each other but they think the other doesn’t like him back (-:

sweet against your lips - KAISOO FUCKED IN THE BACK OF THE COFFEE SHOP AND IT WAS AMAZING! jongin is the barista and kyungsoo is a regular costumer :D

Chai love it - super fluffy drabble, kyungsoo is a flirt and jongin found his new favorite costumer. it wasn’t a bad tuesday after all o/

How to Say (It) - Uni AU + Cafe AU. Kaisoo and Sulay are both the main pairings (i’d even say it’s sudo-centric, they’re bffs). they all meet in the cafe jongin and yixing work at go on a double date!

Caramel Macchiato with Extra Whipped Cream - i want to SCREAM this is soooo adorable!! soo is a new costumer in the cafe jongin works at but he always comes in with his bff chanyeol who’s too touchy and jongin is very sulky and jealous bc he thinks they’re dating and it’s so cuuuute but also really funny!!

I Remember - omg my heart n_n writer au + cafe au, jongin is a writer and he’s trying to forget about his messy breakup and the cute barista from the cafe he’s always eating at only wants to help him get better. 

Here’s A Tip - UWU suuuuper shy jongin doesn’t have the courage to ask kyungsoo out but luckily he’s got the best wingman aka byun baekhyun and his genius ideas. ADORABLE! fluff fluff and more fluff

Night and Day - zejndjn !!!! i’m DROOLING. jongin is a barista by day and turns into kai the stripper by night. it takes a while for soo to realize they’re the same person. /the smut is 👌🏻/

Caramel and Cinnamon - AGAIN WITH THE PINING! jongin’s the barista who likes ksoo who also likes him but they’re both too shy. it’s super funny too~~

coffee and blueberry muffins - ;__; soo asks jongin out and they go on a couple of dates

Ten to One - ???? three words: unique, sweet and perfect. kyungsoo is mute ;; but jongin falls for his smile and little notes anyway

Happy laughter - kyungsoo decides to go study in a cafe in the middle of the night but he can’t get any work done because he’s too distracted by the hot barista. and his ex barging in asking for a second chance. /cries in uwu/

Now Open - YOOOOO kaisoo are married and ksoo can’t stand his job so he quits and decides to open his own cafe, with the support of his husband. domestic fluff so cute

valentines’ mistletoes - valentine’s day + cafe au!! they’re coworkers in a cafe and they’re putting up decorations for the special event and then kyungsoo :-) finds himself :-) standing under :-) the mistletoe :-) and jongin’s there ofc :-) and baekhyun is just, being baekhyun… :-)

Where Our Worlds Collide - they meet in the cafe kyungsoo works at and it’s basically love at first sight uwu

- Admin Macaroon 

melting point - this is peak fluffy comedy :’)) jongin’s summer job in the cafe is p boring until a very scary looking (very hot) guy shows up on regular. fjhggmjgfl jongin hid under the table when he saw ksoo iM CRY (shy nini, bad boy ksoo)

god i could have kissed you - idol au. kyungsoo is collecting merch and cup sleeves of a famous idol named kai in coffee shops for his bestfriend and actually unintentionally meets the idol himself ;)

Miracles In December - only 4 chapters out but coffee shop!au. jongin is a college student/barista who has a crush on one of their regular customer with cute glasses, kyungsoo, who is the uni’s graduate TA. little does he know that kyungsoo likes him too but both are quite shy and just keep glancing at each other. so FLUFF

Summer Snapdragons - age switch, ksoo a 21 yr old student working in a coffee shop is very shy around the shop’s owner ji who is 27. he draws pictures of jongin in free time and jongin happens to find them. smut.

Cafe Eau Laid - wolf au, jongin’s got a crush on this guy who comes into the coffee shop. Only problem is, this omega has a boyfriend (or not??). smut

I Love You A Latte - a drabble from a collection, it’s super fluffy and cheesy - see the pick up line ;)

I Hate You a Latte - yeaa enemies to lovers au who also love showing off their flirting skills infront of everyone lol

Puppy Love - a fic from our legendary project! it’s a dog cafe how cute! and it’s jongin who owns it ^u^

Coffee never hurt anyone - hybrid au, soo is a kitty hybrid working in the cafe and jongin visits him…smut

A Warm Cup Of You - jongin is getting more than just a caramel frappe :3 and smooth kyungsoo making all the right moves ;D

Coffee Shop AU - kyungsoo visits his favourite coffee shop often and one of the reasons is that he has a crush on a cute boy who works there :)

The Creepy Kid With The Baby - coffee shop setting :) kyungsoo routinely visits a coffee shop and one day a stranger just tells him to hold his baby while he has a cup of coffee done n ready to be picked up - the dilemma! 

awakened - a little drabble of jongin falling a little for the cute barista oo behind the counter ^^

A Dandelion of Dawn - a mysterious writer is intriguing in barista jongin’s eyes. soft and soothing :)

- Admin J

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Jikook/Kookmin Fic Rec Part 1

(Part 2 Here)

I’ve slowly been building up my list of KM fics and thought I might as well share them with the rest of the Tumblr-sphere (and organize them all because if the rest of my life is a mess, at least my fav fics can be orderly amirite)! I’m somewhat new to BTS and KM so it’s not too big a list, but I’m going to be updating this as I find more that I enjoy :) Happy Reading! 

(most of these are probs old fics because like i said IM NEW HERE IM SO SORRY, but i hope you still find it helpful idk man)

Mostly Fluffy Fics

you are the ruler of the stars (and my heart) by cygnus (sunsprite) | Words: 18k | Jimin reluctantly joins his college’s Space and Astronomy club on the basis of Taehyung’s persuasion. Surrounded by a group of unnecessarily tall space nerds, he unexpectedly finds himself falling in love with one of them.

OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO CUTE. One of my fav fluffy fics to be honest. I was squealing basically the whole time i was reading. love.

i’ll stick to you like glue-cose by cygnus (sunsprite) | Words: 7k |  Jimin merely wanted to study in peace, yet a certain five-foot ten frat boy -- unfortunately also a past hookup -- that epitomizes the very definition of smugness in one entire body whose ego is as big and full-scaled as the national debt, won’t let him.

Another super cute fluffy fic!!! i just found this author and the fluff is just so amazingly written and not cliche at all and ugh. JK acts like he’s all suave but he’s really just a big softie and AH. 

friday nights (with you) by kstorms | Words: 24k |  How a random night at a karaoke bar leaves Jimin with two new friends and a frowny, terribly handsome crush.

Anther classic tbh. I think I’ve read this through like four or five times bc i have literally no life and enjoy this VERY well written humor. There’s like zero angst in this and it’s all mostly Taehyung being a very cute little shit to JK (KM is there obvs and they super cute but ya know). Def a must read.

competency at its highest potency by MauveTarte | Words: 10k | State-Sponsored Runs are the excitement of every Alpha and Omega youth.

Or,

Jimin has one final chance at this bonding thing before his life goes to shit.

the one and only ABO fic i’ve read with NO SMUT. that’s right, ya heathens! this one is solely plot driven (and super fluffy). It’s cute af and Taehyung is an amazing friend :)

(my heart beats) for you by sabotagemyheart | Words: 17k | In which Jungkook, as a child, befriends the exceptionally adorable, small and friendless Jimin, not knowing that after a few years, he’ll be wrecking this very boy underneath himself making him whimper out his name.

okay LISTEnn. This summary makes this fic sound a lot dirtier than it is (ok yes it’s smutty BUT there’s more fluff in this than anything else. its so so so cute.)

Mostly Smutty Fics

Studio 2 by Charmander | Words: 20k WIP | Somewhere along the way, Jimin lost that passion he used to pour into his art, watching as it slipped through his very fingers. But street kid Jungkook is all heart and soul, and he’s more than willing to help Jimin learn to burn with the same fire he carries inside himself.

okay so this one is very plot heavy (as is most of Charmander’s fics) so don’t think you’re getting JUST smut. it has an amazing storyline about sexuality struggles and i think a lot of you would enjoy it! (the smut is bomb af tho sooo) 

Starstruck by SugaTheTurtle | Words: 5k |  Everyone is attracted to idols at one point or another. As part of Big Hit’s staff, Jimin really shouldn’t still be as attracted to Jungkook as he was at the beginning. Maybe if he wasn’t he wouldn’t be stuck hiding inside a closet in his dressing room silently praying that the idol was reaching for the zipper on his pants to change into something more comfortable.

ALRIGHTY HERE WE GO LADIES AND GENTS. This is for all you kinky fuckers out there who love pure smut. It was very interesting at first but as it progressed i was like whoaoaa i need some holy water. this fic is the epitome of “well, that escalated quickly” (but it’s still not rushed ??? which like...how?) enjoy! lmao.

Interlude by Bunbungee | Words: 9k | Jungkook has fallen in love at first listen with Jimin’s interlude and he won’t stop until he finds out why he is reacting so strongly to it. His search for answers takes a new turn when, one night, he discovers just how much the song can affect him.

Okay this was smutty, but still SUPER CUTE bc jeon is his typical shy bunny self who’s super oblivious and jimin is just a sweetheart. looooove.

Wet Depths by WorldwideWriter | Words: 10k | All it takes for Jungkook to break is a slightly unfair swimming competition and a too seductive Jimin.

GIVE ME ALL THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS FICS hell yes. I love their dynamic in this one, they hate each other (but they really don’t lol like come on.) and the sexual tension is insane.

everybody’s watching him, but he’s looking at you by jonghyunslisterine | Words: 6k|   In which Jimin formulates a three-step plan to get the hot bouncer to notice him. (Spoiler: it doesn’t go quite as expected.)

okay this is smutty but also super cute so like idk where to put it but jimin wears a thong in it so i think the smut category will suffice. a quick read but so worth it, JK is a lowkey sweetheart.

Blood & Chocolate by MyHope (CutesyMe) | Words: 35k | “What if I only want you to sit on my lap?” the stranger asks, which is an odd request. People always want Jimin to dance for them. Only sometimes do they ask of him to just sit on their lap but event hen he has to move in some way and not just sit still.

“Same price,” Jimin retorts.

Jungkook spreads his legs slightly and motions to his lap as if it’s the best seat that has ever been offered to Jimin. “Be my guest.”

so i don’t really know what to say here but i loved their dynamic in this fic?? i love the way JK treats JM in this ahhhh its SMUTTY AF but he still super sweet and protective.  There’s sooooome angst but it’s not too bad. Good plot.

New Heights by Charmander | Words 11k| There’s no better way to remind yourself that you’re alive than tempting fate from 700 meters above the ground and the searing touch of another’s fingers dragging down your chest.

1000% my favorite smut fic out there. the dialogue written in this fic is so well-done and absolutely hilarious. Sexual tension is CRAZY. love his fics.

give in to the game by cherrygloss | Words: 23k | “Jimin, if you honestly think that I’m going to pretend to be your boyfriend so you can make your ex jealous, then you’re out of your mind.”

im s oRRY, i know this is mostly smut aljfdlkaldfj my thirsty ass has bookmarked so many smut fics but i can’t help it oof. but this is super cute smut with some feeliins.

Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin by decompositionbooks | Words: 34k | The world didn’t think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin’s handbook to dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.

WOOH another classic! I live for jealous/protective!JK idk its just super cute. my fav ABO fic!!

two sides; same story by namjoone | Words: 12k | Okay, so maybe Jimin thinks his neighbor is hot.

A little.

Okay, maybe a lot.

haha ohhhh man i love mutual pining. they’re both totally dumb at the beginning of this and i live for it. also some hoottttttt ass smut. (bc i need jesus at this point)

Not a Girl by PinkBTS | Words: 8k | Jeongguk isn’t sure what he did in his previous life to deserve this but he probably screwed up big time...he’s kinda grateful though.

A story about Santa, assumptions and thick-rimmed glasses.

AHHHHH  this is so funny and awkward and hot and EVERYTHING. I live for frat!bangtan with my whole heart. 

Downpour by kikistiel (Kikai) | Words: 15k | Jimin doesn’t know what it is. But now, he’s not sure he’s ready for summer to be over just yet.

IM SCREAMING. This was almost poetically good (aka A+ writing oh my gerrrd). It’s kinda angsty too like a bit but its also so sweet i love it :( go read pls.

How to Seduce Your Dance Teacher by Jeon Jungkook by soranosuzu | Words: 5k | Currently there are a million thoughts racing through Jungkook’s brain, but two very prominent ones finally beat their way to the forefront of his mind. First, Jimin is hot as hell and Jungkook needs to find a way to get into his pants. Second (and maybe slightly more urgent than the first), Jungkook needs to find a way to prevent himself from popping a boner every time Jimin does that in the future and, more importantly, right now.

(aka AU in which Jungkook devises a plan to seduce his ridiculously hot dance teacher Jimin)

HELLL YEAH. that is all.

i like how desperate you seem (in the way you look at me) by fatal (cumrich) | Words: 71k WIP | Packs merge all the time. It’s survival, Jimin knows that, but what he’s not prepared for is the attention he’s getting from a certain Jeon Jungkook, the alpha’s son.

yeeesss we got some more ABO up in this biiiiihhcc. It’s not done yet, but i strongly urge you to read!! so goooood and the smut is A1.

Mostly Angst

The Bet by jonghyunslisterine | Words: 46k |  Where Jeon Jungkook makes a bet that he can get the notoriously single Park Jimin to sleep with him by the end of the semester. 

Needless to say, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Yes i had to include this lovely classic :) Still one of my favs and probably always will be *shrug*. I’m not usually an angst person but this is like the perfect dosage for me to handle lol. If you haven’t read it yet, what are you doing with your life honestly go do it lmao.

lost stars by pjungkook | Words: 25k | Park Jimin has another maknae in his life and Jeon Jungkook is completely losing it.

have you ever felt like your heart was being smushed under an eighteen wheeler and your chest was caving in? Yeah that was me during this fic. But it’s sososo good and i promise there’s still fluff (i cannot live through angst without fluff) so READ.

Falling for you again by Rose_gold715 | Words: 30k | Jungkook loses all memory of the last five years of his life.

Jimin is scared he will never love him again.

wow okay so this one was a tear-jerker. you sympathize with both JK and JM but you’re also sort of frustrated with them at the same time?? soso good, definitely give it a read.

serendipity (none of this is a coincidence) by nclnns | Words: 30k | Jimin feels like crying.

Because the boy -- Jeon Jungkook as he had learnt a week ago -- is the exact opposite of Jimin.

And he’s the person Jimin’s boyfriend has been cheating on him with.

or

In which Jimin finds out that Taehyung is cheating on him with a boy named Jeon Jungkook and in the quest to understand what went wrong, he ends up falling in love with said boy.

so i haven’t read this one in a few months but i remember it being one of the first KM fics i had ever bookmarked, so it must have hit me in some way. JK is a sweetie though from what i remember.

On Patrol by Ragi | Words: 129k| Officer Jeon has his eyes on Mr. Adorable. Officer Min has a strange neighbor he can’t seem to keep out of his life. Captain Kim finds comfort in his son’s homeroom teacher. 

Well, cops need some loving too, right?

Okay so this isn’t like suuuuper angsty but it’s also not smutty nor super fluffy either??? So idk where to put it but i think angst fits this most. I also laughed quite a bit during this so it has humor!! Tae is also like an 8 year-old kid LDJAFODJOA (ft. Sope and Namjin)

we’re not broken just bent by calipha | Words 16k | “You’ll die,” Jimin hisses and they’re so close now that his perfect illusion is broken. Jungkook can see his dark circles, can see Jimin’s lips, red and raw from biting.

“I did almost die in this house once, five years ago,” he whispers, watching as Jimin clenches his jaw but doesn’t look away. “I think I can handle more. I’m bigger and stronger now, see?” Jimin holds his gaze for two seconds before it tracks south to move down Jungkook’s body.

MY HARRY POTTER LOVIN ASS IS VERY SATISFIED. jimin is just a misunderstood bb and jungkook is trying SO HARD not to pine ajweklfkldf.

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tagged by: @cireael  thanks sweetie!! 💖💖😘✨

tagging: anyone who sees this post!! (besides: there have been a lot of people who have already done this meme so i don’t really know who hasn’t)

rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better

nickname: by my family... blancuchi?? (it is pronunced blan-ku-xi (?)), but i hate it ashdshgfdhs, and on tumblr i have introduced myself as rami :)

zodiac: gemini sun (don’t hate me pls :/), aries moon and scorpio rising, i’m the worst signs tbqh dfdsfhsdh

height: 167cm!! or: 5′6″

last movie i watched: tangled!! i lOVE tangled so SO MUCH!! (go watch it if you haven’t!!)

last thing i googled: mmmm... emojipedia... asdasghgsd i use lots of emojis and it’s quite complicated to write them on the computer :/

favourite musicians: florence and the machine, hurts, allie x, sia, halsey, epica, marina and the diamonds, rihanna, within temptation, vérité, ariana grande and mostly... ROSELIA AND PARAMORE!! BINCH I LOVE THOSE TWO WITH MY WHOLE HEART!!!! 💖💖💖

song stuck in my head: ...... idk... but i had all the roselia’s song in my head not long ago lmao

other blogs: none :) but i want a new one for oc inspiration 🤔

do i get asks: not often... but mainly bc i don’t usually reblog oc ask memes so... sahdfsh 

following: 145

followers: 313 (i’ve never had such many followers!! thank you guys!! 😘)

amount of sleep: mmmm... some days 4h... and some 12h... but i wish i didn’t need to sleep, sleeping is useless <:/

what i’m wearing: sweatpants and a t-shirt :), and yes we are in january but i’m inmune to the cold i guess lol

favourite food: M8888  i lOVE soups, give me soups, all the kinds of soups!! also i lOVE PASTA!!! GIVE ME ALL THE PASTA PLS!!

play any instruments: i wish -_-, when i was... 11(?) i watched k-on! and i wanted so sO BAD to play the drums....... and also i wanted to play the violin... but i should have started since a young age so... i think one day i would like to play the guitar :)

languages: castillian spanish (déjame pronunciarte todas las z mientras te susurro en el oído c:) and a shitty english djgsjdfs (all the english i’ve learned for my whole life has been from the internet bc the spanish education system sUCKKKSSSSS, so... you now know why i suck at speaking this language dsfgsdf)

favourite songs: lmao idk, too many to count

random fact: i’m really really fockin’ shy but if someone talks about politics or social justice: bINCH idgaf about your feelings if you are racist/homophobic/a bigot/a zionist/a nazi/etc i will call you out abt the shit you say djhsdjaasjgdsg that’s why my family cannot stand me and i cannot stand them ashdgdhas 

describe yourself as an aesthetic: *goes to pinterest bc i don’t really know who i am*; straight long coats, black and red flags, pointy eyeliner, puns with sister, messy study table covered in unfinished drawings, eye-rolling, long red nails, long skirts,  gold chains, not being able to read smutty fanfiction without stopping every 3 seconds, daydreaming, sending memes at 3am

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