#smut isnt my jam

[sometimes-she-becomes-it]

Ok so y'all know about that one theory that since hal is a splinter of dirk and Hal is part of Lord English, that Ult!dirk has lord english+doc scratch+lil cal rattling around in his head at all times right?

This is probably a very, very cursed thought. But imagine dirk having reached ultimate self, currently having a *VERY FUCKING HORNY* lord English in his brain, specifically a Lord English deadset on tearing calliope apart with his bare hands and his bare cock too, if possible. To the point the desire to kill her hurt her FUCK HER is basically the only thing in his mind. A boiling pot that will explode unless the lid is taken off.

Imagine that Dirk messaging Callie, asking her to meet up at some remote location. Only the two of them, alone. It's been so long since they last talked, hasn't it? Imagine Callie accepting. Dirk is her friend, after all!

Imagine that the meeting starts out well. Callie talks to Dirk about her latest projects, while he hums and makes the right noises when he needs to. Sure, sometimes he throws a comment that is just too *mean* or a backhanded compliment, but Callie chooses not to say anything as to not sour the friendly encounter.

Imagine at some point calliope starts finding it just so hard to move. It slowly takes more and more effort to use her limbs. She feels weird- her head is just so foggy, so hard to sting thoughts together, it's no surprise it takes her a while to notice that some of the sweets dirk brought taste... different than they're supposed to. She tries to ask Dirk about it but can't put the words together and-

Things get weird after that.

One moment Dirk's sitting in front of her, acting concerned. The next, she's laying on her back, on the floor, dirk on top of her. Her hands are restrained- not that he needs to, but those claws can do a lot of damage, even trimmed as they are. Callie whines confusedly. What's going on? Isn't dirk supposed to be gay? Why does she feel so strange? Why is he oh god is he unzipping his pants?

Callie has read enough fanfiction to know what that means but not- not like *this*.

But she can't do anything to stop it, can she?

Cherubs mate by turning into snakes, but that's more or less a voluntary process. It is perfectly possible for a cherub to have human-style sex without turning into a giant snake. There are ways for cherubs to feel sexual pleasure. Caliborn knows this.

And now, Dirk knows it too.

It's in between these moments of confusion and pain for calliope that she hears dirk say something, it doesn't matter what exactly. But the phrasing and the cadence of it are just *so familiar*, Callie for just a moment understands what's happening, understands just *who* is behind Dirk's actions (as much as it can be said that there's anyone behind his actions ig) and that's what it takes for her to start trembling, start squirming around, crying begging- begging caliborn, begging lord english, begging dirk, anyone, it doesn't matter who, to "jUst stop please please stop, please aren't we sUpposed to be friends? Why are yoU doing this to me? Please don't do this please stop please please please please"

It takes many, many rounds before Dirk/caliborn is done with her.

(if you want to focus on the emotional aftermath too (which, I do!) then I see 3 options:

1. Calliope rationalizes her way around what happened. It was a dream, just a nightmare, nothing more. Nevermind the fact that cherubs don't sleep. Or dream. No, nevermind that. There's a first time for everything. She was just dreaming, she made it all up. There's no reason for her to squirm uncomfortably whenever dirk is brought up. There's no need to shake whenever she's all alone in some secluded place, there's no reason to be wary around any sweets she did not make herself. It was just a dream. It was just a dream.

Right?

2. Calliope acknowledges that it is real but has no idea how to go forwards about it. She can't tell anyone. She won't. She refuses. What if she breaks what little is left of her friend group? Roxy would be devastated. Would they even believe her? What if they don't believe her and they leave her behind? She doesn't want to be lonely anymore. She'd rather die. If she has to choose between keeping the secret and ending up lonely and friendless? She'll keep the secret. Forever.

3. Less emotional aftermath but..... Imagine Callie, waking up after all that, without a single memory, of it, just waking up and her hips ache and her limbs are weak. She's laying down in some bed, Dirk sitting in a chair beside the bed, calmly reading. He asks her how she's feeling, and she knows behind his glasses that he is concerned. She says she feels fine but asks what happened. Dirk says she must have been feeling sick, because not long after they started hanging out she passed out- she hit the ground hard, hence her hips hurt. Callie nods, slightly confused because she didn't feel sick when she left her house, but assumes it must have just set in quickly or something. She thanks dirk for taking care of her and laments the fact that their hangout ended early. Dirk just smiles and says that they can always hang out again some other day, just the two of them. Callie agrees enthusiastically with the idea. The implication here is that this situation, all of it, is going to repeat itself again. Possibly many times over, before Callie realizes.

4. Last one bc I don't have that much for this one: Callie acknowledges it is real, and tries to confront dirk about it, but he threatens her, says that if she says anything, he'll kill her. Then he switches to saying if she tells anyone he'll just find them and do it to them instead. She wouldn't be so selfish as to do that, would she?

Calliope can't in good conscience risk that. She won't. So in exchange for being dirk/caliborn's only victim, she'll stay quiet and agree to go to their place whenever they want to, so he can use her for his own pleasure whenever he wants.

(she gets very good at compartmentalizing in this one.)

[theblueflower05]

Mi Ti’ong(In Bloom)

A/N: Usually I try to keep my readers pretty ambiguous so that everyone can envision themselves, but this ones gonna be a little more distinct. If that isnt your jam, please dont read! No use of Y/N. Reader nicknamed Flora. Based on the character from Winx Club! And this art!

Word Count: 6k+

Warnings: Size difference kink.Mature Language. Smut. Overstimulation. Oral sex(female receiving) Neteyams a munch, it’s canon now.

Summary: Neteyam can have anyone and yet he only wants you. A small human who can usually be found among the flowers. Neteyam x Human! Reader

Sugar, honey, iced tea. Bumble bee on the scene.

Yeah I’d give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie, ugh!

-See You Again, Tyler the Creator.

The forest is alive, the beating heart of Eywa felt in each and every leaf among the trees.

Every glowing piece of flora and fauna, every creature whose calls echo through the vastness.

This time of year is special and it's as though it is known. Deeply and primitively by all. The rains had come and gone, nearly a month of bruised skies that had bogged down the village and its daily life.

But as they always do the skies cleared, and the sun made its reappearance. Glittering and glimmering- triple rainbows breaking out in kaleidoscope like figurations. Beaming down with all of it’s warmth and vitality.

The earth is well fed and fertile, the soil rich and blooming with new life.

It’s that new life that brings the talioang(water buffalo like beasts) back. The creatures return in great migrations to the lush pastures of sweet new grasses to have their babies. The fish swim upstream, battling the roaring rivers, to spawn. The fruit hangs heavy and ripe in the trees. All around there is nothing but full bellies and joy.

This period of abundance is the Great Mother’s gift to her children.

It had always been Neteyam’s favorite time of the year.

Everything lush and bursting with life, the excitement a low constant hum amongst the tribe. The Great Hunt is coming and his father had given him the okay to take lead.

In his nineteen years, he had never been appointed with so much responsibility.

Jake tells him it will all be fine, nothing but easy smiles. This will be good. A fantastic way to show the clan that he’s ready to take on the title of Olo’eyktan once his father steps down. Although he manages to keep is calm and cool demeanor in public, he’s so fucking nervous he can barley function.

It’s why he’s here, trudging through the branches.

The village is buzzing with excitement. Everyone wants a moment of his time, their voices overlap as they wish him good luck.

Question his competence as head of the hunt.

Subliminally hint that hunters twice his age have never gotten the chance to do what has been so freely handed to him.

Remind him that their daughters are pretty. Unmated. Makes the best steamed Teylu. Are fertile and willing to give him strong children-

Fuck.

The moment he could, he’d slipped away. Disappeared into the foliage and had booked it deep into the trees, desperate for a moment alone. For a moment of silence and the peace of being away from prying eyes.

He doesn't even really know where he’s going.

Only that he just needs to be away. If only for an hour. He needs to recharge his ever draining social battery, to get his head on straight before tomorrow's hunt.

Neteyam has always performed his best under pressure.

Things that made others balk and cower ignited something in him. A need to fight. To prove himself- it’s not the prospect of high adrenaline and stampeeding hooves that makes him squirm. It’s all of the attention its garnering.

He know’s fully well that being the next Olo’eyktan means that attention comes with the territory. But that doesnt mean the thought of everyones focus on him doesnt make his indigo skin crawl.

He’s leaping aimlessly between vines when he remembers his sisters earlier proposition.

“Come with me and Flora to the watering hole today! The waterfalls are so pretty during this season- We’re going to go swimming!”

It’d been tempting this morning, and now it is even more so. He could use a dip in the cool waters and Kiri was always an ear to vent to when he got overwhelmed. He’d clear head and then leave-

He wouldn't get stuck staring at you.

Again,

No.

He can't pinpoint exactly when this happened.

It was like one night you were just another human at the Outpost. Another familiar alien face he’d grown up around. Just like Spider you’d stuck close with the Sully children. Your cheeks always flushed beneath your exo-mask and your fingernails always dirty and caked with mud from the hours and hours you’d spend tending to any and all plants that came in your line of vision. You were always so soft. Too soft for his liking sometimes. You’d cry at just about anything whether it be one of those old Tawtute movies the scientists played at the lab or the sight of an injured shimmyfly.

And then suddenly gone was that snotty, teary little girl he’d always known. And in her place was…you. A woman grown. Beautiful and bold- and there was strength in your softness now. You’d proved him wrong so many times- made it clear that you weren't another responsibility he’d have to shoulder-

“I can take care of myself, Neteyam” you’d insisted, never letting him carry your heavy baskets or tend to your scraped knees.

It’s maddening, the way that you shrug off any and all of his advances drives him fucking insane.

Neteyam approaches the secluded bank of the watering hole that his family loves best slowly, keeping in the treeline. Just out of sight. Just like he’d expected he finds you and Kiri on the familiar sands. Kiri is lounging in the sun, eyes closed and humming a pleasant tune to herself-oblivious to anything around her. He’d have to chastise her about her complete lack of situational awareness later.

You’re knee deep in the lake- tending to the water lilies that grow close to shore. Your back is to him but he bets your nose is all scrunched up, just like it always is when you’re around anything green and growing. His eyes drink you in greedily. All of your sun kissed skin is on display in the tiny faded pink panties you don for swimming.

He’d never found humans particularly pretty before you. The intense differences in their bodies had never appealed to him-

But Eywa, are you something to look at.

Time had been kind to you, and as you’d grown your body had morphed into something goddess like. You’re a real looker, his father had claimed. Would’ve been a total knockout back on Earth.

You’re all plush curves. Your breasts are pert and sit like rip hanging fruit on your chest, your hips wide and thighs jiggly and thick. And your waist…he’s sure if he put his much larger hands around them, his fingers could touch. He could cage you in his hold.

That thought has him biting his tongue, hard enough to taste metallic. You turn a bit, your laughter chiming over the glittering water like soft wind at some dry joke Kiri made.

Your hair color is light, lighter than any Na’vi’s and falls down around your shoulders in thick waves. He can only make out the side of your face but your full lips are pulled into a coy smile and your light jade eyes sparkle and all hell. Neteyam is so gone on you.

You’re like nothing he’s seen and definitely nothing he’s had.

And since his Iknimaya he’s had his first pick of the women of the clan.

He’s tasted passionate huntresses and flexible dancers alike and none of them satiate his thirst. None of them are able to replicate what he can only imagine you might taste like. It’s almost pathetic how many women he’s had and how many times he’s almost called out your name as he emptied his seed.

Neteyam’s more discreet about his romps than his brother, that’s for sure- but still. It’s a known fact that he’s an unmated male at his prime and that comes with a certain appetite. He can have anyone he wants, any Omatikayan woman would be glad to spend a night with him.

Yet somehow he’s lurking, hiding in the bush. Watching you longingly. Simpering like a pre-teen and pining over the way that the sunlight plays in the strands of your hair.

He shakes himself from his embarrassing reverie.

No one would be able to tell that just moments before he’d been debating on stroking his cock to just the sight of you, lurking in the trees like a creep. No. As he approaches its with his head held high and a sharp smile on his handsome smile.

“Brother!” Kiri grins, sitting up once she clocks him.

“What are you girls up to?” Neteyam greets. Cool as a cucumber.

“Nothing much, just been here since dawn. The waters so high this year!” Kiri picks up a fruit from beside her, peeling at its tender meat “everyone’s been out here today-on the other side, but no one knows how to get to this spot so we’ve had the beach all to ourselves”

You’re coming in from the lapping shore, beaming at him “Look at all the paysul(waterlily) that’ve bloom! I’ve never seen this many- isn't it amazing?”

“They are very beautiful. The rains were hard this year. I’m surprised the flooding wasn't worse” Neteyam tries not to focus on how tiny your chest covering- the bra as you call it- is. He turns his attention to his sister instead.

“Where’s Tuk, I cant believe she’d miss a chance to swim with you guys”

“She’s with mom, stuck on weaving duty since she tore grandma’s favorite tapestry” Kiri snorts because her baby sister had thrown a complete fit when she had been told she couldn't come “What about you? I thought you we’re too busy to hang out with the likes of us”

“I was able to make a little time for my favorite girls” Neteyam jests, amused by your eye roll and Kiri’s scoff “Plus, Lo’ak told me you need some humbling. Seems you forgot who’s the best diver in the family”

“Oh, you’re on, Teylupil(penis face/dick head)”

After stripping down to only his cloth, his cumberband and com left on shore, he slips into the cool refreshing water with a pleased “Ah”. Enjoying the gentle current against his skin-only to be tacked under the surface by Kiri and all of her bony lanky limbs moments later.

The sun soaked afternoon is filled with laughter and splashing. It’s exactly what he needs.

The three of you play in the river like children. Neteyam and Kiri go at it like the always do- careful to be gentle with your smaller form as you join in. It’s easy to forget the looming pressure of the hunt while he’s jumping from the rushing waterfalls and racing his sister, discreetly preening when he wins and you cheer him on with little claps.

Eventually you all tire.

Kiri floats on the water and goes to that place in her head that she so often does. Completely at peace to be surrounded by nature. She claims it’s when she can best hear Eywa.

Neteyam keeps a bit of an eye on her to make sure she doesn't randomly fall asleep again. Hoping she’d have the sense to get back to the beach before that happened.

Water floods his face and goes right up his nose.

His head snaps to you, spluttering and wiping at his eyes, “What the hell?”

You just giggle innocently before disappearing beneath the surface.

Neteyam’s tail flicks with interest.

He decides to let you get your little head start. His heart speeds up with the promise of a hunt before he starts his chase.He might be bigger then you but you're quick and slippery. Your mask giving you the advantage of not having to come up for air like he does.

When he grabs your ankle, so sure he’s got you, you all but kick him in the face to get away.

You little shit.

Fine.

If you want to play dirty, then he’s game.

He allows you to think you have a chance. That you may be winning the little game. You’re heading for the waterfall, planning to hide behind it.

He’s bigger and more trained than you could ever hope to be.

It only takes one well planned move and you’re done.

He yanks a hold of you, secure. He holds you then, your back against his chest and his strong muscle corded arms wrapped around you from behind before propelling the both of you through the pounding waterfall and into the small, closed off cave behind it.

“Neteyam!” You whine, squirming in his hold like a fish and he just laughs because honestly. He can barely feel it. You’re trying to escape with all his might and he’s holding you the way he might hold a child throwing a tantrum.

He leans in close, burying his face in your wet hair, close to your ear “I win, Sylaung(flower)”

He feels you shiver in his arms and it just makes him hold you tighter. He could keep you like this forever, if you’d only let him. Instead he can feel without you even saying so how hesitant you feel about this

“I think I deserve a prize” he pushes on even further and you give him a confused, side ways look. He so graciously allows you to turn in his hold until your chests meet, face to face.

“Like what?” you wonder and you’re too cute. You’re looking up at him, struggling to treading water with your smaller legs- Neteyam lifts you higher, until you’re bracing your hands on his broad shoulders and he’s holding you above the current. Supporting you totally.

“Well what can you give?” His inquiry is almost condescending and you shrug.

“I’m fresh out of gold stars” you tease and he barks out a laugh. Do you think he can't tell? That he can't see the way your cheeks flush and your pulse hammers beneath the delicate skin of your throat?

“What about a kiss” he offers offhandedly and your face scrunches up in a glare automatically.

“You don't want to?...”

“Why do you make fun of me like this, Neteyam” It’s not often he hears your voice this hard, soured by embarrassment and self doubt.

“I’m not making fun of you” he insists with a sigh “I don't know why you always say that. When have I ever given you the impression that I’d do that?”

You won't meet his gaze. Your green eyes flick, anywhere but on him. Zeroing somewhere behind his back. All too interested on the rocky cave wall.

“If it wasn't for this damned mask” Neteyam husks, low and sincere “I’d kiss you right now”

Even still, you don't seem convinced. Won't look at him until he takes your face in his hand, his fingers gentle but insistent. They grip the mask at your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Why don't you believe me?”

“I’m nothing like the Omatikaya women you’ve been with” you say plainly like it's so obvious. Like it's a problem.

“I know”

“You didn't even like me growing up. You thought I was annoying”

“That isn't true-”

“It is” you insist haughtily “you’d make fun of me for talking to my plants”

He doesn't mean to laugh, really he doesn't. It’s not the time for it and it just pisses you off even more. He doesn't let you out of his arms even when you swat at him. “Listen, I’m sorry. I think it’s very sweet the way you talk to your plants. I want you to talk to me just like that, please”

That earns him a little giggle and he feels very pleased with himself.

You play with his hair often, most times it's mindless. A way to distract yourself. Your small deft fingers twirl along his adorned braids. He craves the scritch of your manicured nails on his scalp.

“How do you want me to kiss you? If I have my mask on” The interest in your hair is only just veiled. Your attempt at being nonchalant fails.

“Hmm” Neteyam feigns thinking, face screwed up “I think I could come up with a few ideas”

A few thousand more like it. You were the star of all of his fantasies. You, twisted and contorted into positions that would surely make you blush. You, with your mouth hanging slack in pleasure. Screaming his name-

But you hadnt agreed to that. You only, just barely, agreed to let him kiss you.

When he leans in its slow. Slow enough to give you time to push him away.

The waterfall roars in the background, white noise, but even it can't drown out the thunderous beating of your frantic heart.

Then his lips are pressed against your throat, gulping in the sweet scent of you. He cant kiss your mouth, but he can kiss the sweet, smooth column of your neck. Your clavicle. Your quivering shoulders. The heavy flesh of your breast. His kisses are open mouthed, his rough textured tongue dragging over your skin, leaving saliva trails in their wake-

You gasp sharpley when drags the skimpy fabric of your bra down so he can get at your pebbled nipple. He’s just about to suckle, when the moment is broken.

“Guys! Where’d you go?!”

It’s Kiri. Obviously awake from her nap like meditation time.

Your eyes go comically wide and Neteyam reluctantly releases you. Not wanting to get caught with an armful of pretty, half naked human. He’s thankful for the cold water and the way that he can hide the hardness tenting his tweng.

He catches you by the wrist before you can dip beneath the falls-

“We’re not done here, Sylaung” the promise leaves his lips fevor laced and full of heat.

You can only gulp and nod dazed, “I still owe you a kiss” your sweet voice reminds, before you’re ducking back under the water.

Leaving him dazed and buzzing for a moment before he gets it together and follows.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Days later he still hasn't gotten his prize.

Although he’s celebrated by his clan, praised for his successful hunt, he feels like something is missing.

The Harvest Season and its celebrations are well underway. Every night there's dancing and singing around the large bonfires we’re fragrant spiced tailong meat roasts. Neteyam is highly decorated; feathers adorn his freshly braided hair and he's donned his most ornate cumberband. He’s hauntingly handsome

Spider and Lo’ak are sat near the main fire, laughing heartily and sharing a leather gourd full of liquor between themselves.

Spider’s obviously drunk and eyeing Kiri hungerly as she dances with Tuk- he’d never do that sober. Not with Neytiri so near. Lo’ak is lounged out, an attractive female in his lap. She giggles madly at whatever filth his little brother whispers in her twitching ear.

Jealousy bubbles acidicly in Neteyam’s belly and again, he wonders where you are. Why you arent here, in his lap. Letting him woo you.

He figures he’ll have to go to you then, if you won't come to him.

First thing to do is find you.

“Hey, Spider!” the human man is the best place to start. Spider’s eyes are glassy under his mask and still. His friend is excited to see him, greets him with a hand shake and a small hug.

“Neteyam, man! Where have you been all night?”

“Around, you know how it is” Neteyam shrugs, sitting sown on the log, accepting the gourd and taking a swig of the thick sticky sap inside. It burns all the way down.

“This partys essentially for him- I’m surprise you we’re able to get away from dad” Lo’ak shit-talks, like he always does. It’s good natured for the most part “I thought he might throw you a parade or something. Call in the clans-”

“Fuck you, man” Neteyam chuckles, shaking his head at Lo’aks theatrics. “Don't be jealous”

“Jealous of dad? Nah” Lo’ak “Now the women you’re getting? That I might be jealous of”

“Hey!” the girl in his lap, a weaver from a modest family, squrims, pinching at his shoulder “You’ve got all the woman you need for the night, sayrip”

She squeals when Lo’ak squeezes her tight around her middle and blows wet raspberry kisses into her neck.

Neteyam just rolls his eyes and shares a little look with Spider. By the next eclipse, Lo’ak wouldve moved on. He has a knack for loving and leaving.

“Why arent you out there, bro? I saw Amitsa giving you the eyes! She’s so hot and she doesnt ever give anyone the time of day” Spider juts his chin and sure enough. The woman is giving Neteyam longing looks from across the fire. She’s a pretty thing and her sultry voice is renowned in the tribe. He’d be lying if he said he wasnt attracted to her “You’re not gonna go try to get at that?”

No. He’s not.

“Uh” Neteyam scratches the back of his neck “I was actually looking for Flora, I havent been able to find her around lately”

Of course, that sets of a exactly what he knows it would.

His brothers are assholes and have teased his merciesly since discovering his obsessive crush. Spider knocks his much smaller shoulder against Neteyam’s and Lo’ak hoots with laughter.

“How someone can be pussy whipped for pussy they haven't even had is beyond me” Lo’ak snorts and Neteyam gives him a warning growl, his lips snarled up.

It’s nothing he hadn’t heard before.

Lo’ak finds it endlessly amusing that Neteyam had his eye on you, the tiny human he’d grown up so lukewarm about. It had always been his siblings; Kiri and Lo’ak and Tuk that were close with you growing up. Neteyam had never shown a speck of interest until your figure had grown curvy and supple-

“Piss off, I wasn’t asking you” Neteyam gives his best big brother stare down. His golden eyes hard and unimpressed before looking to Spider, hairless brows raised “You know where I could find her?”

“Listen man, she said wasn’t interested in hanging out with anyone tonight” the human man starts with a sigh and Neteyam’s growl is low and warning “-but I’m sure you can find her where she always is”

Neteyam wracks his brain for a moment “The Greenhouses?”

“Bingo” Spider nods, an almost sympathetic look in his eye as he watches Neteyam jump to his feet and set off.

Lo’ak sniggers and the girl in his lap scoffs and mutters something about “shameful, being that twisted up about a tawtute” but Spider says nothing.

Instead his plixr hazed eyes focus on the figure dancing close to the firelight. Kiri lets out a twinkling laugh at something Tuk says and yeah. Spider understands Neteyam. He understands being completely obsessed with something you’ve never had.

Instead of taking a note from his much braver brother, he lifts his mask and takes another shot of the acidic syrup.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Neteyam could make the trek through the forest to Hells Gate in his sleep..

He’d spent a good chunk of his childhood retracing these exact steps, headeded for the familiar concrete fortress that made up the last human outpost on Pandora.

Neteyam had always been far too similar to his mother, for countless reasons. But his distaste for everything industrial was one of the main reasons. As he got older he spent less and less time here. Couldnt be found in the cold echoing hallways like Lo’ak and the girls coul

But even he could admit.

There’s something beautiful about the Greenhouses.

With their dome like structure, the big glass buildings are a fortress for the humans. Inside they’re as hot and humid as the Pandoran rainforests- but circulating Earth air so that the fruits and vegetables that are native to Terra Firme can grow, even on this alien planet.

Neteyam makes his way inside, plugging in the codes into the keypad and letting himself in through the pressurized doors that slide closed right behind him. His eyes are peeled, taking in all of the foreign greenery, hoping to catch a flash of tanned skin or light hair in the cracks between trees.

The Greenhouses are huge. There’s orchards of apples and oranges and long deep garden beds full of root vegetables. Enough to feed the Hell’s Gate settlement throughout the year, to trade with the People of the Omaticaya.

No matter, he’s a blooded hunter after all.

He hones in on that training as he tracks your path. Your footprints along the cement floor are light, and really you barely leave any trace of yourself at all. You float along with light steps and Neteyam truly thinks if you had been born one of the People you would’ve made a fine huntswoman-

He finds you in the shade of the orange trees. You’re up on a stool, gathering the plump fruit and humming a pleasant little tune.

You’re ethereal in artificial sunlight.

You’re something out of the books that Norm used to read to them when they were kids. His favorite had been the one about the boy who would never grow up and the island of Neverland. And the tiny golden dust covered pixi that flitted from page to page.

A fairy.

A being not quite real. Too gentle and feminine to exist.

He likes the tawtute clothes you wear. The small top that clings to your breasts like a second skin and the flowy patterned skirt. Of course if it was up to him you’d only ever wear the garments of the People- or even better, Nothing at all.

You reach too high, strained up on your tippy toes and Neteyam feels irrational fear at that. At all of your delicate skin and breakable neck-

He’s beside you in an instant and he doesn't need a ladder to reach the high hanging fruit you’d been struggling for. He grabs the fruit with one hand while the other stabilizes you, his big palm spread out across the small of your back.

You gasp at his warm touch. Your head snapping in his direction and legs going wobbly.

“Neteyam!”

“Flora” He sighs as he urges you down from the ladder, takes the heavy bucket of fruit from your hands “You really do need to be more careful”

You splutter for a moment, still shocked at his sudden arrival “I- ugh! I was fine!” you insist haughtily “It’s not like I don't do this all of the time. You didn't need to come help me, I can manage perfectly fine on my own”

“Need to help you?” Neteyam cocks his head a bit.

“Yeah…I mean. Why else would you be here?” you ask, scratching awkwardly at your arm for a moment “Tonight's the celebration. You really should be back with the clan-”

“As should you” He cuts you off firmly. Not liking the way that you’re trying to separate yourself from the tribe. From him “I have not seen you for days. Do you not want to feast with our people?”

You sigh, looking away from him. Biting at that plump ever pink bottom lip of yours. Always shy, he knows he needs to bring you out of your shell. You’ll find a way to run away from him again if he doesn't.

“I didnt come here to help you” Neteyam admits because he’s selfish and because you’re too beautiful. Even more so, since you’ve been hiding from him. Avoiding his attention.

“Oh really?” you’re not coy by nature but there's something in your eyes. In the way you’re looking up at him “Then what are you here for?”

“My kiss”

Your pupils expand, just the tiniest bit but he can see it. He can see it all. Every inch of your pretty face, unbridled by that cumbersome mask you usually are forced to don. He can see every freckle and blemish- and the way that a blush creeps across the apples of your cheeks.

“A deals a deal” Neteyam insists at the prolonged silence. At your nervous flicking gaze.

“Okay” is your sweet reply and he can only stare at your plump lips. A man with one thing and one thing only on his mind.

You don't protest when he reaches for you. When his big hands go around your waist and tug slowly until he’s enveloping you in his chest. You fit so perfectly, right under his sternum. Stare up at him with wide eyes that flutter closed the closer he inches his face towards yours.

The kiss is wet and electric and Neteyam wants to eat you whole.

Any awkwardness that comes from the size difference is soon overcome by the desire that simmers between you. You let him lead, always so willing to go with whatever flow he may give. Let him nip at your delicate bottom lip until he can almost taste the metallic twang of blood. Let him stick his much bigger tongue into your warm mouth, and then down your constricting throat.

As you make little gasping choking sounds, he imagines it's his huge pulsing cock stealing the air from your lungs instead.

You gasp for breath when he pulls away, as he trails kisses down your soft jaw. He cant stop, wants to taste you everywhere. Every inch of skin. He know it must be overwhelming- if your heaving breaths and mewls are anything to go by, he knows you’re feeling every inch of the mind spinning need that he is.

Still,

No matter how much he gropes at you with rough hands and drags spit soaked kisses over your neck and chest, youre so good for him. Such a good girl. Holding on for any ride he might take you on. Your fingers twined in his silky braids arent there to push him away, but to pull him closed.

When he grasps you by the back of your thighs and hoists- you wrap your legs around his slim waist, your ankles hooking at his lower back.

The helpless noise you make goes straight to his groin.

Neteyam lies you down on hard floor. He’d rather have you in the warmth of his Kelku, or under the stars, but at least here he can get at your maskless face. At your bare lips. Once he’s cradling your head safely and tucked in between your spread thighs he's at you again. Ravenously.

You’re so docile, so eager to let him take whatever he wants.

“Flora” he husks into your hair and you shiver.

“Yeah?”

“Flora” Neteyam brings your little body even closer.”You have no Idea. I have to have you. I need-”

You squeak needily “You can have whatever you need” and gasp when Neteyam kisses your cheek. Your lips. Your jaw. Your neck. Your nerves are on fire and your hips grind against his.

“I need this body. I need to see all of it, you drive me crazy” Neteyam armits as he tugs on your top and you help him pull it up over your head. You dont wear a bra, why would you? Your pretty rosy nipples are all on display for him. Pebbled and begging for attention, He laps slowly with his wide textured tongue at the puffy nub.

He suckles like a newborn until you’re chivalry and making hurt little sounds, until your pretty chest is covered in blooming bruises.

And then he’s dragging his wanting mouth down. Past your heaving ribs and over your soft belly. Neteyam hikes the flowy material of your skirt up high, until he can bend down and poke his head underneath.

“Oh!” you gasp, writhing a bit. Your thighs trying to close on instinct.

You’re so wet for him, the smell of it is thick and heady and he digs his nose into your inner thigh and snuffles. Its mouthwatering.

And it bit mortifying, from your end. Having the large man with his head buried under your skirt as he sniffs at your core-

When he licks a fat stripe over you, wetting up the thin material of your panties you cry out. No ones ever touched you like this and here he is, licking at your clothed pussy. Over and over until the fabric is translucent and sticky with your flowing juices.

“Please” you mewl, gathering the fabric, yanking until you can see him.

Its filthy and erotic. The sight of his hulking blue body between your trembling tanned thighs. So alien. So taboo-

“Please what, sylaung?” Neteyam taunts, his golden eyes meeting yours. They shine with mirth, and lust. So much lust. When he noses at your pink flowery panties you throw your head back, eyes squeezed closed. Unable to take the sight any longer “You want me to take care of you?”

“Yes” you sob because you’re pulsing and you can barley breathe you’re so horny “Please take care of me with your tongue”

Neteyam strips you then, out of your skirt and cute little panties and you’re lying under him. Naked and flushed and wanting.

He shoulders himself exactly back where he wants to be. Where he’s always wanted to be.

“Don't worry, I’ll take care of this sweet pussy for you”

Oh god. Your head is spinning.

You can barely think as he kisses on the jiggling fat of your thighs.

“I’m sorry” you gasp.

Neteyam hums right against your core and you can feel the vibrations throughout your entire body “What for?”

“I’m so messy” you whisper, that pink blush blooming all over your body.

Groaning, Neteyam can't wait any longer. Your flavor bursts along his taste buds. Tangy and earthy and decadently sweet. He’s had his fair share of cunt before, but he’s never tasted a humans and he’s shocked at how saccharine it is. It’s sticky and coats his mouth and throat. His lips and nose and chin as he digs in.

“Neteyam!” You wait.

“Fuck. Oh, Eywa. One Second” Neteyam sits up and adjusts himself where his painfully hard under his tweng and the ache in you deepens. You try to be good, try to be still as he leans in and licks at you again. Kisses your pussy in that same beautiful passionate way he kisses your lips.

He’s good. Too good at this. He’s had too much practice and you never had a chance againts that oversized mouth.

“Holy fuck” the words sound even more vulgar in your honeyed voice “Fucking hell, Nete. Nete. I’m almost there”

Neteyam grin is hidden between the lips of your pussy. He doubles down, letting you hump and soak his face. Then lapping back at inside of you in a repetitive and ceaseless rhythm, One that has you shaking, arching up off the ground. Your plush thighs closing, clamping around his head as you come.

Your orgasm cinches tight and rushes around you, inside of you, out of you with a gush of slick. It’s so deep. So strong, that it takes a moment for you to truly peak and it leaves you in a daze. Out side of your body as you fuck up againts Neteyams mouth like a wild animal.

You’d never come so hard in your life and it takes a while for you to recenter.

Once youre able to focus past the rushing in your ears, the first thing you notice is Neteyam’s face streaked with wet. Your blush blooms across your cheeks as you both breathe unevenly into the quiet.

“Did that feel good?” Nereyam knows it did, but still. He needs to ask. Needs to hear you say it.

You giggle, girlish and airy as your dainty hand releases his hair and cups at his cheek “So so good. I’ve never felt anything like that before”

His grin is all too feline and seeing those white canines gleam so close to the most sensitive part of you is a little alarming.

“There’s so much more to come, yawntutsyip” Neteyam promises, leading back down. His fingers play with the jiggle of your thigh- so different then any of the Omaticaya women he’s had You squirm a bit, clearly overstimulated, but keep your legs spread anyway.

Neteyams long digits prod gently at your pussy lips. You’re oddly pretty here. All red and rosy and inflamed, like that blush he loved so much on your cheeks. He spreads you with two fingers so that he can look at you inside. At your quivering pink folds and your tiny little hole that clenches when he runs his finger along it.

“You’re so small here” he whispers, completely hypnotized by it “So fucking tight. You’ll never be able to take me”

You whimper unhappily “Don’t say that. I want to- please just try”

“Shh,” Neteyam soothes your cries. Your dazed worries. He distracts you with his tongue, as it swirls over your throbbing clit. It feels a bit like sandpaper to your nerves, but you can get enough.

When his finger begins to breach you, you hold your breath.

Its big, but youre so loose from your first orgasm, so desperate to be filled that he sinks in until the hilt.

Its maddening after that and you grind the back of your head into the hard concrete under you- your eyes closed and your mouth hanging open. The sounds you make are feral and raw-

Neteyam fucks you open with one and then two fingers until its easy. Until the sweet stretch doesn't burn- instead its slippery and wet.horribly wet as Neteyam feasts on you as he fucks you with his fingers-

“Too much-Fuck” you weakly try to pull away from the assult of pleasure but he he’s too strong. Pins you down. Makes you take whatever he wants to give you.

When he lifts your hips up even higher to take a curious lick at your puckered asshole you white out.

This orgasm isnt like the first. You sink under the waves of this one. Your muscles cramp with the intensity. You cant come back to yourself, you can’t cling to anything but Neteyam. You cant even scream.

He’s everything, as he soothes you. As he makes you feel things you’ve never felt before.

“H-hurts” you whimper, eyes filling up with tears. Pussy aching.

“Just a little more baby” Neteyam huffs as he licks at you and stuffs the hand that's covered in your cum down his own tweng. It lubricates the fast and furious pumping of his fist along his rock hard cock.

He cant fuck you tonight, thats something the two of you will have to work up to. He’ll teach your tiny body to take him. To crave penetration.

But with his tongue buried in your pulsating pussy and your scent all around him its easy enough to pretend. Easy enough to imagine shoving himself into you slowly. Stretching you’re ruined. Your hole would never be the same. You’d forever gape because of him-

Neteyam comes with a roar and dirties his loincloth up like a teenager.

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Later, after he’s cleaned you both up the best he can and gathered you to his chest. After he’s taken a sip from the breathing mask and nuzzled ar your wispy soft baby hairs that are plastered against the side of your sweaty head-

That he has the urge to read that book again. The one with the fairies. As he watches your slumbering face, your nose scrunching and lips pursing, he thinks the onlt thing missing is the gossamer wings,

His own little fairy.

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AAAAAAND we’re done.

First and foremost I want to give the wonderful @oakbuggy her accolades. Her Neteyam x Flora art inspired this fic 100%. A couple months ago I actually messaged her begging her to let me right this for her because I just couldn't get over this crackship of dreams. Thank you for being so patient with me. I hope you enjoy that overstimulation, baby!

PLEASE GO CHECK OUT HER ART. It’s sooooo delish.

This was a monster to write because I just had so many different ideas of what I wanted to do with the two of them and couldn't pinpoint where exactly I wanted the plot to go. Even now its a bit messy but still. I’m a fucking sucker for Neteyam x Flora and I would be more then happy to write more of them if thats something everyone would be into.

Please give me some feedback. What did we think about this writing style? Do we like the Y/N route more?

Until next time sweet honey bees!

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i read your “spitting & bj” oneshot all the time 😅 i would love if you could write some more oral (m receiving) with niall! love your writing!

thank you! i havent written in a year. so im sorry i know this isnt really good but it was about time I got back to it! hopefully some of you enjoy this! 1.4k smut!

"This traffic jam is fucking annoying." my boyfriend mumbled with a groan. "I swear it's like that every fucking afternoon."

I turned my head slightly to look at him, my eyes roaming up and down, from his face to his thighs before a small smile drew itself on my lips despite myself.

"Okay grumpy."

He groaned once again and I chuckled before moving closer to him and grabbing the side of his face, my palm rubbing gently on his growing beard as I imagined how it would feel on the inside of my thighs if he would eat me out.

"Baby, calm down, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that we're together, don't you think?"

Slowly, he turned my way and his eyes met mine, making my smile grow bigger immediately. I could never be tired of watching him, and as cliché as it could sound, every time our eyes met, I would feel butterflies hit the inside of my stomach, threatening to escape.

I leaned my head against the seat, my eyes never leaving his, and let my hand slip from his face to his neck and down his chest. I had to move a little closer to reach between his legs and it made him raise his eyebrows, a smirk appearing quickly on his face.

"You seem surprised." I pointed out with a chuckle as I moved my upper body even closer. "We're stuck in traffic, the car barely moved in the past 10 minutes, perhaps you need something to entertain yourself?"

"You're my favorite entertainment, petal, you know that." he laughed a bit. "And if you want to distract me with your hands, I'll never say no."

I licked my lips and held my bottom lip with my teeth as I carrssed his cock over his pants, something moving down to his balls. I could feel him get harder and harder the more I touched him and it turned me on too. I let out a short whimper, making him thrust his hips up despite himself. I pressed my thighs together, trying to resist the urge to touch myself and when someone behind us honked, we both jumped and I took my hand back.

"Fookin' asshole." my boyfriend muttered, moving a bit on his seat before driving the car over the few feet separating us from the car ahead. "It's not like it changed anything."

Without wasting time, I brought my hand back to his dick and my heart jumped on my chest when I realized he was still hard. Immediately, he moved on his seat to get a better position and I kept touching him gently.

"You know it's literally impossible to concentrate on anything else but your hand on my cock, pet, don't you?"

"Mmhm." I admitted, biting my bottom lip again. "What would you say if I used both hands?"

"I'd say I'm all yours, you can do anything you want, angel."

My other hand reached for his zipper and without thinking, he moved his ass up to help me. I could feel my pussy throb as I took his hard dick out of his pants without even caring who could see us. I was turned on by the fact that I could easily arouse him and quickly grabbed his cock with both hands, stroking him gently. He let his head fall against the seat, his eyes closed and I glanced at the windshield to make sure we didn't need to drive again.

"Petal, you're such a tease."

I felt his fingers run in my hair and suddenly, he grabbed it and brought my head closer to his cock. My lips brushed on his tip and that simple contact brought my whole body on fire. He seemed to enjoy it too as he let out a moan.

"Use your lips and tongue baby, be the good little slut I know you can be."

I didn't even think a second about protesting. When Niall asked me something like that, there was nothing I wanted more than to please him. I stuck my tongue out slightly, running it on the soft tip of his dick, trying to resist the urge to suck on it right away. I loved teasing him but most of the time, I was even more impatient than he was to taste him, and I couldn't stop myself.

This time, though, I took my time, licking the head of his cock slowly and gently as his fingers slipped in my hair again. I pulled the skin of his cock down, running the tip of my tongue right around the base of his head and his hand gripped my hair so tight I felt tears in my eyes. My pussy started throbbing harder and I whimpered again.

"Just take it in your mouth now, or I swear you're going to regret it when we get home."

This time, it took me a second to react. I wanted to know how exactly he would punish me when we'd get home, but I was also avid for the taste of his precum on my buds. He pushed on my head and I just opened my mouth, feeling my lips slide around his cock, pressing them on his length to turn him on even more.

"Mm, fuck, stay there."

I tried to breathe from my nose but gagged a few times before choking and when he let go of me he pulled again on my hair, his eyes meeting mine this time.

"D'you think you can make me cum before I need to focus on the road again, petal?"

I nodded quickly, more eager to please than I had ever been, and it made an other smirk take shape on his lips. I was expecting him to bring my head back to his hard cock but instead, he moved his hand between my thighs, rubbing my pussy through my pants with the side of his hand. It didn't seem to satisfy him and in a swift movement, he slipped his hand in my pants, over my panties, and gently pressed the tip of his middle finger on my clit.

"I love how wet you get from sucking my cock." he whispered, moving his finger so slowly that it made my body tremble. "If you make me cum good, I promise that when we get home, I'll suck on your cunt until you beg me to stop."

"What if I never want you to stop?" I asked innocently, tilting my head.

"Then I'll never stop."

Quickly, I undid my seatbelt to be more comfortable and moved back down on his cock, taking it completely in my mouth and running my tongue on it at the same time. He kept moving his hips up and down, fucking my mouth the best he could, and when I felt his dick twitch in my mouth, I knew he was close. I moved my head away and closed my eyes, feeling his warm cum spurting all over my face, landing on my lips, cheeks and even some in my hair.

"You're such a fucking little minx, I swear." He complained with a grunt. "I wanted to cum on your mouth and you knew it."

He pulled me up by my hair and our gazes met again. His eyes roamed on my face, probably looking at his cum covering my face, and he shook his head slightly. I licked my lips, finally tasting him and moaned low, making the left corner of his lips raise up. He brought one of his fingers on my cheek to gather some of his cum and brought it back to my lips. I quickly sucked on his finger until he took it back and he smiled more.

I brought the bottom of my shirt up to wipe the rest of his orgasm off my cheeks but he stopped me.

"Don't. Keep it." he ordered. "That's the price to pay for not doing exactly what I wanted. And buckle up, we're finally moving."

I remained silent and did what he told me to do as I started to remember where we were.

"Do you think anyone saw us?" I asked, not daring to look by any windows.

"Probably. I hope they enjoyed the show." he laughed, putting his dick back in his pants and zipping them again. "Too bad for them, they won't say what I'm gonna do to you when we get home."

[angelicvee]

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writers note: now i know people actually like my fic so far expect long chapters because i could write about these two for hours. also if you have any requests or little thoughts let me know. anddd lmk thoughts on including smut as i haven't actually thought about it yet.

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Chapter two: fade into you

never, ever wear makeup to a sleepover

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Annie forced herself to breathe despite every ounce of her being just wanting to keel over and never wake again “It’s nice to meet you” she managed to hum in a somewhat regular tone, extending her hand.

Victoria took it, her grip firm and cool. “Please call me victoria.. No need to be so formal, we’re basically friends”

The handshake lasted just a moment too long, a silent acknowledgment of the past. As they released each other’s hands, Annie could feel the weight of unspoken words between them, the tension crackling like static electricity. It felt so strange.. So difficult to just pretend nothing had ever happened between them. 

Victoria’s eyes locked with Annie’s for a brief moment, a silent exchange of memories and words that begged to be heard. “I hope you’re enjoying the evening,” Victoria said, her tone polite.

Annie nodded. “It’s a wonderful event. Very impressive.”

“Thank you,” Victoria replied, her smile unwavering. “Can i get you anything to drink, champagne.. Whiskey?” 

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There was very little to choose from in Annie's fridge. Her mother hadn’t exactly planned on having guests over but did Vicky even count as a guest anymore? The two girls were practically conjoined at the hip, spending every possible moment together. The brunette snooped around looking for anything even a little promising, her dark brown eyes illuminated by the flickering yellow of the fridge which seemed to melt over every small detail in its wake. The fridge door was deemed useless, housing nothing but old lemon juice which lay dormant in those tall green bottles, the glass ones though because Annie always broke the plastic. Homemade raspberry jam was probably the most exciting thing, poking out amongst the sea of pickled vegetables which Donna had been insistent on buying. She had convinced her daughter they were the key to all diet issues.. Which Victoria found utterly ridiculous because Annie really didn't need to diet. She was perfect as is.

Sadly the fridge was unhelpful in Victoria's quest to find drinks, although one place did seem a little promising when she stopped to look around the family kitchen. One little cabinet sat hidden away from everything else. It looked so regular and mundane.. Like nothing could possibly be tucked away inside. With a gentle tug the doors opened, it was relatively empty inside except for one, quite large bottle. Amber liquid sat pretty inside the glass cage. Beaming at her discovery, the brunette sauntered out of the kitchen after carefully closing the cabinet. Donna would kill them both if she found out.

Annie on the other hand had been blissfully searching through her pretty large CD collection. She liked to burn them, make special little mixes for Vicky or just gather the albums from random indie artists she found on myspace. There were a few religious bands weaved in, she couldn't help it.. 

The blonde eventually decided on a mix of songs that she had burned recently, smiling to herself with that sweet little grin she always put on. Nestling back into the soft embrace of her bed as the startling sound of glass hitting the wooden floor shattered through her peace. “It's fine.. I'm fine!” The gentle echo of victoria giggling settled the nerves that had briefly formed inside annie. She looked so proud of herself, setting the whiskey bottle in front of Annie before lazily settling on the floor by the girl’s bed. “Score!! Your mom had this hidden away somewhere.. I'm sure she won't notice if we have just a little” 

“Vic.. she’s gonna kill me.. But I'm sure a little isnt going to make too big of a difference right?” the blonde hummed, the corners of her mouth lifting into a subtle smile. Little dimples peeked through but disappeared just as fast when glass hit plush lips. That beautiful liquid gold ran quickly down Annie's throat sending shots of fire on its way down. A string of pained coughs and laughs followed as her face retorted into a slightly disgusted expression

“That's my girl! Look at you.. Such a rule breaker” the brunette teased, taking a swig and placing the bottle on the floor. 

—--

The blonde looked up at Hughie out of instinct. How was it that such a small question brought back so many memories? “I would love champagne, wouldn't you?” her voice was surprisingly calm, sweet even as she held her boyfriend’s arm.

“Interesting, i always assumed you were a whiskey kinda girl” the congresswoman smiled, a knowing tilt to her words. It was torture. How Annie managed to smile through it was a mystery to all people involved. Especially sweet little Hughie who just smiled along, completely oblivious to everything going on.

“Hughie, you can’t go around telling people about me and whisky.. I cant have people catching on to my drinking habits. I'm supposed to be classy” the blonde laughed, forcing a smile.

Hughie chuckled, oblivious to the subtle weight to each line. Honestly he was more caught up in the endless hum of conversation and clinking of glasses that filled the room. It was a little distracting. He had never really adjusted to these events.to the cosy buzz that threaded through each group. The dim lighting cast warm shadows on the walls, the crowd a mixture of familiar faces and strangers. It was all a bit much. 

“I didn't expect Vicky to remember every detail I spewed over our lunches. She’s always too busy stealing my bagels to really pay attention” 

God he was perfect right? Most girls practically beg the lord for a man like hughie.. Well maybe not exactly like him. He talked about her at lunch practically everyday, kept track of events for her, made peace with the fact she wasn't exactly perfect either. The man even sat through the endless threats from homelander… what more could she ask for.

Maybe.. Longer, darker hair that cascaded so gently down her..sorry his back.

“Well maybe you should stop buying them? Sounds like a good fix to me "Victoria teased, her voice carrying that same sarcastic tilt it used to.

Annie let out a soft chuckle at the two, watching them bicker despite the professional setting. That laugh could charm millions. It did, starlight was America's sweetheart. Annie january had a joy around her that sparkled like the golden light she created. Victoria and Hughie exchanged a look, the kind of look that spoke volumes without a single word. They both held so much love for that girl.. Even if only one of them realised.

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The January family home was lovely, a little too.. Holy for some people. It definitely screamed southern baptist but it was lovely nonetheless. But hidden away near the back of the house sat Annie's room. A soft haven, the kind of space that felt lived in and loved, filled with touches of her personality in every corner. The walls, painted a delicate shade of cream,  dotted with posters of her favourite vought heroes.. Well maily the deep and  queen maeve. There were bands too though, the paper edges slightly curling from the warmth that filled the room. A pale, woven blanket was draped over her bed, the one her grandmother had made her, and a few stuffed animals sat near the headboard, her own much cooler version of the seven. The air was tinged with a faint scent of vanilla and something floral, a sweet and subtle fragrance that was uniquely Annie.

Victoria sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against Annie's bed, her eyes wandering around the room as if she hadn’t been here a thousand times before. Her dark hair fell over one shoulder, a stark contrast to the softness around her, but somehow, she fit into the space like she belonged. Her eyes, sharp and knowing, caught every detail, but her expression held that familiar veil of sarcasm that she wielded so effortlessly.

Annie had always been beautiful in a way that felt effortless, like the first rays of sunlight after a long winter night. Victoria Neuman couldn’t help but notice it every time they hung out. It was the kind of beauty that crept up on you, not blinding or in-your-face, but warm and soft, like the way Annie’s laugh lit up the room or the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled.

Annie had shifted around a little, leaning back against her silk pillows, one arm draped over her stomach, the other playing idly with the hem of her oversized sweatshirt. Her blonde hair spilled out over the pillow in messy waves, and her brown eyes were fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought. Vicky couldn't help but glance over at her, her gaze lingering a little longer than necessary, taking in the small details that always seemed to catch her off guard—the way the light caught the faint freckles on Annie’s nose, the way her lashes curled up at the ends.

And then she noticed it. The slight shimmer on Annie’s eyelids, the faint pink gloss on her lips. Victoria’s eyes narrowed, a teasing grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Wait a minute…” Victoria rested her head against the mattress propping herself up on one elbow as she turned to face Annie more fully. “Are you wearing makeup?”

“Y-yeah, why?” the question completely broke through whatever little haze she had drifted away into. Shooting up and practically squeaking back to her friend.  although it was unclear whether that was due to victoria acting so surprised due to her little revelation.. Or because the girl actually paid enough attention to notice the subtle change.

Vicky laughed subtly, her deep brown eyes scanning over the soft features set out so perfectly on her friend’s face. That cute little grin widened, and she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I thought you hated makeup. ‘It’s sticky and gross,’” she mimicked Annie’s voice, exaggerating her words in a playful, sing-song tone.

Annie let out a breathy laugh, her eyes finally meeting Victoria’s. “Yeah, well… sometimes it’s nice to feel a little different, you know?”

Victoria’s heart did a little flip at the way Annie’s voice softened on the last word, the way her eyes seemed to shine just a bit more under the warm light. She wanted to say something, to joke a little more, but the words caught in her throat. “Oh totally, you just love different”

“Whatever-  i felt like it” the girl laughed back awkwardly, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. "I, um, made this for you," delicate hands grabbed the little CD from beside her, the tone of her voice returning back to its softer less defensive tune. She was looking down, not at Victoria, the CD case now held between them like a fragile offering.

Victoria arched an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "A mix CD? What is this, the early 2000s?" Her tone was teasing, but there was a warmth behind it, a softness that only came out when they were alone like this.

Annie's cheeks flushed pink, and she gave a small shrug. "I know it’s kind of old-school, but... the songs made me think of you." Her voice was quieter still, the words almost swallowed up by the room, but they hung in the air between them.

Victoria took the CD, her fingers brushing against the blonde’s for just a second longer than necessary. There was something electric in that brief contact, a spark that made Annie's heart skip a beat, but Victoria didn’t pull away. Instead, she turned the case over in her hands, examining it like it held some great secret.

"Well, now I’m curious," Victoria said, her smile widening, though there was a flicker of something in her eyes that wasn’t quite the usual teasing. "What songs made you think of me? Am I going to have to suffer through an hour of Taylor Swift?"

Annie let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head as she moved to sit down next to Victoria on the floor, close enough that their knees almost touched. "No Taylor… I promise. Though... there might be some Coldplay."

Victoria rolled her eyes, but there was no hiding the affection in her gaze. "Of course there is."

Annie reached over to her small, portable CD player, the one with a few stickers on it that were beginning to peel at the edges. She clicked open the lid and placed the CD inside to replace her myspace mix. hands shaking just the tiniest bit. The player whirred softly as it started up, and then the room filled with the gentle strumming of an acoustic guitar, a sound so familiar and comforting it felt like a friend.

Annie leaned back against the side of her bed, drawing her knees up to her chest, her eyes drifting to the window. The late evening sun was filtering through the curtains, casting a golden light across the room, turning everything it touched into something magical. Dust motes danced lazily in the air, floating through the sunbeams, giving the room a dreamy, almost unreal quality. Outside, the world was quiet, the sounds of summer muted as if even nature itself knew this moment was too delicate to disturb.

Victoria listened in silence as the music played, her expression unreadable. But Annie noticed the way her fingers tapped lightly against her knee, the way her lips curved into a softer smile with each new song that played. It was as if the music was speaking for her, saying all the things she couldn’t find the words for.

Annie's heart was pounding, her thoughts a jumble of what-ifs and maybes. She had spent hours choosing these songs, each one carefully picked because it held a piece of how she felt, all the things she couldn’t say out loud. She wanted Victoria to understand, to hear the words she was too scared to speak, but she also feared what might happen if she did.

Victoria turned to look at her then, and for a moment, their eyes met. There was something searching in Victoria's gaze, something that made Annie feel like she was being seen in a way she hadn’t been before. It was a look that made her stomach flip, that made her want to reach out and close the distance between them, to see if the warmth she felt in her chest was real.

But instead, she just smiled, a small, shy thing that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Do you like it?" she asked, her voice barely more than a breath, as if she was afraid the answer might shatter her.

Victoria didn’t answer right away. She looked back at the CD player, at the music that was filling the room with something almost tangible, and then back at Annie. Her smile was softer now, the sarcasm in her eyes replaced with something gentler, something more vulnerable.

"These made you think of me?" she said finally, her voice was so unserious it was stupid. “Mazzy star, the cranberries and lana del rey… interesting”

“Hey.. there was a little bit of the smiths and coldplay too” she giggled. Annie felt a rush of warmth, a mixture of relief and something else that she couldn’t quite name. But before she could say anything, before she could let herself hope, Victoria reached out and touched her hand, just a light brush of her fingers, almost too quick to catch.

“Its cute..”

Annie’s breath hitched, her heart racing as she looked down at their hands. But then Victoria was pulling away, her expression shifting, the moment slipping through her fingers like sand.

[we-r-loonies]

the marauders as things my friends have said pt 2 (almost 2 years later)

peter: ...how did the exam go?

remus: *laying face down on the carpet, muffled screaming*

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sirius: girl, stop feeding into my delusions

james: HE WANTS YOU

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mary, talking about the new pe teacher: is it just me or....

the entire group: *turns and stares at this poor poor man*

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james, distressed: i can't believe im revising. this is so neeky, dont ever talk to me again.

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sirius: voldermort was deffo in a threesome with his wife and his dog

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remus: im a straight man, guys

sirius: thats not what you told me last night

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sirius: miss, can you tell that kid outside to stop making so much noise?

regulus, who has been sent out of class: ...

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peter: i kissed effie on the mouth when i was little.

marlene: you lucky bitch..

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mary, reading pure smut in class:

remus, reading over her shoulder: jesus christ

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mcgonagall, to sirius: if you're having a vampire problem, garlic will help.

sirius, who has a neck covered in hickies:

james, pissing himself with laughter:

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peter, concerned: [a certain teacher] just told me that i'm sucking the jam out of his doughnut.

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sirius: because you're a big-backed, gorilla bitch.

james: you need to CALM DOWN

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marlene: being a lesbian isnt my only personality trait. im very interesting, actually.

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mary: i cant.. why does her boyfriend look like he's been dumped into a deep fryer.

sirius: for real... the grease is oozing off of him.

mary: and onto her...

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james: we're literally the only cool people here.

the rest of the marauders: real.

[danceyreagan]

Sometimes I wanna read smut without degradation, daddy kink, and Dom!Sub dynamics. Its ok to write two equals having sex. Its not something I find sexy but these tropes are everywhere!

Lets have a convo, tell me what types of tropes you are tired of reading. Smut, fluff, angst? What do you like? What do you dislike?

I’ll go first

Likes:

A snarky reader. The snarkier the better.

@btsqualityy has some of my favorite work. Her readers have so much personality. None of them are the same.

@black-mcu-imagines her Peter Parker x black OC series! Is fire.

@blinder-secrets has great Peaky Blinders work.

@sceawere (I dont think they write anymore. But their masterlist is still up) for some more Peaky Blinders goodness.

Established relationship fics. (I love slowburn to but I dont have the patience always)

Social Media AU’s

@kimnjss she’s got tons. Black writer too. Currently on hiatus.

Action and fighting

@bubblyani’s batman series. Some of the most perfect writing I have ever come across. (POC writers stand up!)

@laketaj24 I love her work too for Vikings and Peaky Blinder.

@the-last-targaryens and @ashleyfanfic collaborated on the best Game of Thrones AU called Legends of Winters Peak.

I’ll read some flithy wild ass smut if the dirty talk is right. Praise Kink is a plus though.

Werewolf Au’s

@btsqualityy Assuage Series (she’s tagged twice cause she’s my ultimate fave and my friend)

@gamerwoo Seventeen series Imprinted. Yo, I dont even know what to say, they have a Stray Kids Series too if you arent into Seventeen.

Dislikes:

Polyamory it just isnt my jam.

Humiliation/degradation kink. Again, Im not like, judging people. Ive read it enough to know why its appealing it just is everywhere now I’m over it.

Daddy kink. (I was molested by my father. Daddy kink horrifies me. I cannot, I just cannot) its in like everything. Its hard to get away from it.

Angel/Demon xHuman!reader.

Soft readers. Again, I read it. But then I get mad at the reader for not defending themselves. (I said it before Im confrontational)

Bad boy/Good Girl dynamics. Lets flip that. Why not have a female Burnout fall in love with a nerd or shy male character?

I dont hate all Dom/sub dynamics. I guess again this comes from it being everywhere that its a little worn out. But its a hard no for bondage/sex slaves type of thing.

Share your likes/Dislikes with me. Boost up your faves and share them with the people.

[sipsteainanxiety]

SHAY SHAY SHAY HELLO 🤭 CAN I GET SOME OF THEM RECS PLS I NEED MY DOSE OF BKG LMAO can never get enough of him fr

i hOPE U R HAVING A GUD DAY N GOOD LUCK ON THAT EXAM OML

HELLO HELLO MY DEAR i just went searching and there are some fic recs in this ask and this ask as well!! also since u r a die hard bkg stan like me i went searching in my likes!! some of these fics are fcking old - like from 2018/2020 - but they r the ones that i would recommend!! ALSO NOTE THE ONES THAT CONTAIN NSFW AND BE MINDFUL PLS!!!

pit stop by hollowedpurple

charade by ihatebnha (caitie hi) nd him being sweaty

i will always return by crikeygatormate (outlaw bkg!! multiple parts + has nsfw be careful!)

breath of a dragon by moonbelt (dragon king bkg!! also has nsfw!!) this fic changed my life

pumpkin spice & everything nice by petrichorium (hi lori ily)

your biggest fan by simplybakugou (hi mira) (thats a smau!!) and also shut up and kiss me, turn back time, off the deep end (mermaid reader!)

movement by unbreakableleeji (PIRATE BKG & MERMAID READER!!)

angel with a shotgun by gemstoneconstellations (multiple parts) ALSO RLY GOOD!! and this is a kiri fic but hero by another name is part of the same universe and is so. so good!!! (badass firefighter reader!!)

number neighbor by myherowritings (smau!, sof isnt active anymore but her bkg >>>) and alsoooo the language of flowers

ua's freaky friday by kaistarus and will you social distance with me? (THAT HIT ME SO HARD BC IT WAS PEAK COVID TIMES)

happier by iguessilovebakugou (multiple parts) THIS IS SOOO GOOD

and these are fics in my likes that i've saved but havent read yet that looked good!:

whispers of the heart by k-atsukidayo, and also wonder love, stained in gold, the biography of a heart

stare by nekokoafanfictions

you suck at cooking by cellotonin (cookie return to tumblr WHEN?!) and alsooo finding love (and finding you there)

strength comes in many forms by reddriot (fantasy au!!) HI MISS ZEE WHERES PT 2 ALREADY!!!

sunflowers don't grow in the city by eremikan (mind the warnings!!!)

god bkg and goddess reader by hanji-is-life

the dragon raid by dienamights (fantasy au!, multichap)

the forbidden flame by vampyrsm (fantasy au!! has smut!)

tall buildings blinking to airplanes in the snow by princematcha

reader wearing bkg's costume by professionally-unprofessional and selfless

sick by spicyness

kiss & tell by simpliheavenli (multichap!)

to save a dragon by strawberry-nugget (fantasu au!! mind the warnings)

it rains, so then you drown me by diesukitsuki

lunar captivity by ghoulraki (mermaid au)

reader w a mind reading quirk by katsushimaa

strawberry jam by smashboxgirl26 (cowboy bkg!!)

wrong number, asshole by not-me-simping-for-blasty (smau i think?? multiple parts)

prince bkg and maid reader by aikugo

excalibur blue by bluebellhairpin (pacific rim au!)

we should just kiss! by sems-diarie

the regent by azerlinsblog

i'd also go look thru my shay's treasure hoard tag since thats where i rb a lot of fics i like!!

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Relax, Take It Easy

Fandom: Voldodymyr Zelenskyy (Servant Of The People)

Pairing: Voldodymyr Zelenskyy / Olena Zelenska

Rating: E

Olena's summit is approaching, and Volodymyr is trying to get her to relax. But, when a massage doesn't help, he has another idea. (Prompt from the fandom: There are reasons why Volodymyr's shirt, which he wore at the summit, is wrinkled in some places and still ironed smooth in others.)

[crazywolf828]

Please the person who called me a kink shamer replied to me and then immediately blocked me so I can't even see their response.

[marauderssimper]

Tonight

Robin buckley x fem!reader

Warnings-smut (fingering oral-fem reciving (duh) lesbian sex)

Request

okay but fingering robin ???? 😩😩

Thank you @tatespillows

for requesting this! Hope you enjoy!!!

1 year ago you didnt think you would be here. Beside your beautiful girlfriend Robin Buckley and her best friend Steve 'the hair' Harrington.

'So Y/N' Robin said. 'I was thinking that you could come over to my place today and watch a movie? We just got back to the future 2.' 'Sure. But isnt that the movie where the dude bangs his mom?' You replied. 'Yes it is.' Said Steve listening to your conversation. 'Well Robin i'll see you Tonight.' You said

You drove over to Robins house while listening to your favourite song 'take on me' and jamming out. You arrivied at Robins and she opened the door.

You were 37 minutes into the movie when you saw that Rovin was shifting around and squeezing her thighs together. 'Hey. You alright?' You asked her. She just hummed in response and you could see blush creeping up on her cheeks. You finally figured out what was happining. She was Horny. You started off slow by kissing her neck and sucking it. Robin moaned. You got up and softly kissed her lips. You both broke from the kiss but you came back again but more needy and desprete. You moved your hand from her neck to her thighs. You stroked her thighs slowly and she bucked her hips up wanting more friction. You pulled away lowering yourself to her pussy. Slowly you took of her shorts and panties and she moaned. You saw how wet she was and you smirked. 'So wet huh? Who are you wet for?' You said. 'For you' Robin said softly. You slowly inserted a finger into her and started a slow but steady pace. Robin moaned. You sped up and she was a moaning mess. 'I'm gonna cum' she moaned and you pulked out. She whined not being able to cum. You kissed her to shut her up.

Then you moved your face down to her soaking pussy and licked upwards. She moaned. Robin's favourite part of your body is your tounge she swore it made her see stars. She cummed on your tounge and you looked at her. 'Shall I repay you?' She said smiling seeing how wet you were.

[readingreylo]

Christmas Fics

Moodboard by the incredibly talented @cruelerintentions

Here are some holiday themed Reylo Fic's to help us through the end of 2020.

Oh hey, these are all Modern AU ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Enjoy!

Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow by greyorchids | @grey-orchids | Explicit | 10k | One shot | Modern AU | Christmas | Enemies to Lovers | co-workers | Family Dinner | Author!Ben | Editor!Rey | Rey POV | Rey is an editor, eviscerating Ben Solo's novel. Their constant verbal sparring comes to a head when Rey is unexpectedly invited to Ben's Family Christmas dinner. Too much wine and too much tension leads to a steamy conclusion.

Dancing in a swirl of golden memories by hi_raeth | @eleanor-writes-stuff | Teen | 9k | One shot | Modern AU | Christmas | Ex-lovers | Fake-dating | Pining | Getting-back-togther | Rey POV | Ben needs a date to appease his parents this Christmas, his ex-girlfriend/kinda-friend Rey is down to help him out. | Normally ex-lovers isnt my jam but, oh my god, I absolutley love the backstory for these two.

A place to go by delia-pavorum | @delia-pavorum | Explicit | 52k | Complete | Modern AU | Snowed in | Christmas | Strangers to lovers | Sharing a bed | Cabincore | Canada | Multi POV | Rey is a teacher trying to have some peace and quiet over the holidays. Ben is a writer trying to run from his problems. They both end up snowed in at Luke's cabin. | This has got to be one of my all time favourite fics (top 5 for sure). Their dynamic is so engrossing and the charcterization and backstory feel so genuine. With beautifully written prose, an attention to detail that adds a richness and some *chef kiss* smut. I would pay money for this fic.

Blame it on the Mistletoe by deedreamer, HopelesslyReylo | @deedreamer | Explicit | 24k | Complete | Modern AU | Co-workers | Teachers | Christmas | Family Dynamic | Rey POV | Rey gets invited to her co-worker's christmas dinner which is promised to be filled with all things christmasy, it's a shame that she hates Christmas and is secretly crushing on said co-worker. | SO. WELL. WRITTEN. Great characterization (everyone! especially Leia), Great dialouge/banter! Steamy AF. Love the family dynamic! Very organic feeling story.

Baby, Please Come Home by v3ryvelvet | @v3ryvelvet | Explicit | 6k | One shot | PWP | Modern AU | A/B/O | Devoted Reylo | Office Party | Multi POV | Newly married (and mated) couple Rey & Ben get an unexpected suprise while Ben is at his Office Christmas party... (It's Rey's heat). | I was expecting this to be more fluffy rather than the insanely hot smut fest it is. And there is a tiny, hilarious cameo that made me cackle!

Mistle-Oh-No by KyloTrashForever | Explicit | 15k | Complete | Modern AU | Christmas | Mistaken identity | Enemies to lovers | Co-worker dynamic | Rey POV | Okay I thought this was gonna be straight up asshole Ben Solo but its smitten Ben Solo. Soft and fluffy with *chef kiss* flirting.

The Smash Before the Splash by HarpiaHarpyja | @thisgarbagepicker | Explicit | 27k | Complete | Modern AU | Christmas | Festivus | Co-workers | Office dynamic | Bets and wagers | Office xmas party | One-night-stand (sure jan) | Rey POV | Rey tries everything to convince office grump Ben Solo to participate in this year's polar plunge. She definitely bit off more than she can chew. | Well constructed, brilliantly written fic with great prose and dynamic characterization. The writting is so good halfway through I knew I was gonna have to look up this authors other works.

Silver and Gold by Daisyflo | @reylolujah | Explicit | 10k | Complete | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | Buying-jewlery-instead-of-flirting | Rey POV | Leading up to Christmas Ben continuously returns to the little jewelry store Rey works in to buy more and more jewelry. | So adorable and fluffy!

Lessons & Carols by angharabbit | @angharabbit | Explicit | 7k | One shot | Modern AU | A/B/O | Christmas Eve | priest!Ben | Librarian!Rey | "Forbidden" love | Rey POV | It's Christmas eve and some asshole Alpha is ruining Rey's evening. Her petty revenge does not go as planned. Meanwhile Father Ben's shitty night takes an unexpected turn for the better. | Steamy and funny with great chemistry.

Moodboard by @cruelerintentions (her moodboards are gorgeous-- check them out!)

Tis the season...

Not necessarily Christmas themed, but some lovely fics set in the Winter.

The man, the stallion, and the wind by voicedimplosives | @voicedimplosives |Explicit | 17k | One shot | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | Road trip | Snowed in | Sharing a bed | Alternating POV | While roadtripping across Canada, Rey picks up hitchhiker Ben who is running away from his problems. | Love, love, love this story. Well written with interesting backstory and steamy smut and delicious chemistry. And it's set in Canada too!

mountain at my gates by KyloTrashForever | Explicit | 26k | Complete | Modern AU | A/B/O | PWP | Snowed in | lumberjack!Ben Solo | Engineer!Rey | Tropes galore | Rey POV | Omega Rey gets stuck in the middle of nowhere with no suppressants, good thing woodsman Ben is there to help her out. You can guess where this is going.

Hanging by a Moment by crossingwinter | @shmisolo | Explicit | 44k | Complete | Modern-ish AU | 2000s | Funerals and Wakes | Strangers to lovers | Family Dysfunction | Chronic Illness | Angst with HEA | Misunderstandings | Ben POV | Ben comes home after years away for his father's funeral to deal with his gold-digger step mother. But nothing is what it seems, and this week away will turn his life upsidedown. | Another one of my all time favourite fics. The story, the tension, the emotion! Brilliantly crafted with great charcterization.

Happy Reading!

[nagito-kissmaeda]

For no reason at all.. how do we feel about cat ears and per play? 👀

- smut anon

I feel very strongly about cat ears. Catboys are primo. I play as a catboy komaeda in FF14 actually skgjsdgd (pic under the cut if you want to see him lol) petplay isnt really my jam though. But don't let that discourage you! I'm sure that plenty people following me do enjoy it! If you have some more writing that you want to share i will still read and post it for everyone 👀

N'yagito Klawmaeda my beloved <3

[chokefriends]

FAVORITE FANFIC TROPES TAG GAME

Okay @godims0tired let's get int0 it. @bakuraryxu have you done this already?

1.) Slow burn or love at first sight

maybe I'm old, I'm just over the juvenile does-he-like-me pining stuff. But I love the purity of a BOOM on sight connection

2.) Fake dating or secret dating

Not so into the homophobic undertones of some fake dating tropes. Secret dating makes sense to me bc it's dangerous out there. Also I like characters who are reserved or private about their lives

3.) Enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers

Haha give me conflict

4.) There’s only one bed or long distance correspondence

Long distance means no boning??? Only one bed and unexpected intimacy tropes are 👌

5.) Hurt/comfort or amnesia

BOTH but h/c is my absolute jam

6.) Fantasy au or royalty au

I have a thorki weakness but that's it for royals. Fallen royals okay. Dirty peasants best.

7.) Mutual pining or domestic bliss

See slow burn. Get it together and bone already, kids. Am huge on family feels also, but bliss is stupid and not real haha

8.) Smut or fluff

BOTH but with dose of angst either way

9.) Canon compliant or Canon divergence

10.) Reincarnation or Major Character death

11.) One shot or multi chapter

12.) Kid fic or pregnancy fic

I cant with pregnancy. I have a fear and aversion. I read this one fic that made it a body horror thing and that worked. Kid fics are great tho haha I'm stupid soft for those, but usually as a found family or feral family thing

13.) Arranged marriage or accidental marriage

14.) High school romances or aged up romances

Younger is angstier. I'm weird and picky about it though because I dislike when my ships act (or look) like kids? Like in a hokey way? But I like exploring being young and fucked up and trying to work through fucked up things.

15.) Time travel or isolated together

16.) Neighbors or roommates

17.) Sci-fi or magic au

Both actually. I love all aus, especially out there ones, but I'm a ho for fantasy and magic

18.) Angst or crack

I do love crack and somehow always end up with a heavy dose of crack in my writing, but I'm just SO on the angst.

19.) Apocalyptic or mundane

Mundane isnt a real thing, who told you that

20.) Linear storyline or nonlinear storyline

The one that takes less brain to write. Actually I use flashbacks a lot but I shouldn't because i forget to connect things, and my.updates are so far apart people get lost.

21.) Holiday fic or birthday fic

I hate hapiness

22.) Love triangle or miscommunication

I hate flail babies

[yoongsgguktae]

Again, I have read many fics. This is part two. (link to part one can be found below, more to come)

Its honestly been so long since I've read a lot of these that I want to reread them.

–

Boy, do I love me some smut

But I am a sucker for fluff

And fantasy/sci fi AUs are my drug

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💜  - to die for 

updated April 13, 2020

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FULL FIC REC LIST HERE

PART ONE - PAST READS LIST

PART THREE - PAST READS LIST

DRABBLES/REQUESTS - PAST READS LIST

PAST READS pt 02

ksj . creek hill apartments. @btssmutgalore

ksj . firetruck . @dark-muse-iris​

ksj . love bites . @lustjoon​

ksj . raspberry truffles . @gukyi

myg . my kind . @hobios

myg . delectable . @junqkook

myg . want a taste . @suga-kookiemonster

myg . the arrangement @war-of-hormoan

myg . onyx . @dark-muse-iris 💜

myg . closed circuit . @dark-muse-iris​

myg . want a taste . @suga-kookiemonster​

myg . upgrade . @gukgalore​

myg . kimchi helps the heart heal . @seokjinlovebug​

jhs . stoplight . @dark-muse-iris

jhs . inebriate . @seokjxnnie

knj . passionfruit . @joonbird

knj . the body through time . @yeoldontknow

knj . river . @dark-muse-iris​

knj. it’s december (and i still want you) . @smoochkooks​

knj . partners . @btssmutgalore​

knj . all i need is one . @lamourche​

pjm . snap decisioin . @noona-la-la-la

pjm . pinwheel . @dark-muse-iris

pjm . mischievous maintenance . @dark-muse-iris​

pjm . spirited away . @out-of-jams​ 💜

pjm . love at first touch . @bagelswrites​

kth . buzzed . @junqkook

kth . bamboo . @dark-muse-iris

kth . pusher love girl . @joonbird

kth . conceptual devil . @yeoldontknow

kth . partition . @iq-biased

kth . scene . @kookswife

jjk . sound the alarm . @littlemisskookie

jjk. piss off your parents . @littlemisskookie

jjk . flick or treat . @junqkook

jjk . lonely heart club . @joonbird 💜

jjk . ramen . @dark-muse-iris

jjk . not quite lovers . @junqkook

jjk . jack rabbit . @jamaisjoons

jjk . comfort inn . @joonbird

jjk . all i want for cockmas . @junqkook

jjk . this isnt love darling . @junqkook​

jjk . instincts . @out-of-jams​

kth jjk . winter court . @koyamuses​ 💜

pjm kth jjk . exhibit-ionsim . @kookswife​

[hunklejunk]

Okay so explicit stuff isn’t usually my jam but I like your protag so much I’m willing to go out of my comfort zone a bit. 😊

You are so sweet.. their honestly isnt a lot of explicit stuff in it.. umm.. skip chapter three... cause that's all it is. And unnecessary to plot. The only other smut will be much closer to the end.. (I'm thinking 13 chapters ish) but I havent wrote it yet.. I'll put a warning int the notes for ya! ;)

But thank you so much for giving my story a chance and that means the world to me!!!! <3

[bang-bangtan-boys]

In The Late Of Night

{Taehyung x M!Reader}

Warnings: nsfw at the end

Request/Summary: hm I’d like one with v where he gets really upset cause he misses you.. ends up calling and you have to go and see him, maybe ends in some lite smut if possible ( @yzngserpent )

I accidentally made it somewhat fluffy near the end oops—

also the both of you are still in school. it’s like a high school au, but in college and BTS still exists. let’s pretend it’s like an after-school band thing and they’ve just been signed by bighit okay? so maybe the both of you are around 20-21… ok? taehyung is older by a year, so imagine whatever you’d like. i just miss skinny baby-boy BTS tbh (TT)

*for once it’s edited lmao*

You sat alone in the cold bedroom, typing away on your computer to finish up your school work that was due tomorrow. Biting your lip, you tried to focus on your paper, but it was hard to do with the constant Snapchat text-sounds that you were recieving. It was 11 o’clock at night, what was Taehyung still doing up?! You had an excuse— you were finishing homework. But Taehyung had practice early tomorrow so he should be getting rest. Sighing, you reluctantly peeled your eyes off the computer screen and readjusted your sight to the screen of your phone. Opening up Snapchat, you saw Taehyung had sent you almost 20 messages, and it didn’t look like he was going to stop anytime soon. 

CutieTae♡

Jagiiii

[M/NNNN]

OMG ANSWER ME FFS—

CutieTae♡ sent a snap!

You sighed, finding Taehyung’s clingy-ness rather annoying at this time of hour. You were tired; couldn’t he understand that? Deciding to feed Taehyung some of the attention he so desperately craved, you opened the snap. Almost immediately after opening it, you regretted it.

TaeTae’s[M/N]

Taehyung!!

It’s 11.03, go tf to sleep!

CutieTae♡ sent a snap!

TaeTae’s[M/N]

And stop sending me ass pics

Go to sleep for Christ’s sake

I have a paper due tomorrow, I need to focus on finishing that

CutieTae♡

But I’ve been waiting all day!

I miss you!

I haven’t seen you for a week

[M/N]ie

Pleaseee

TaeTae’s[M/N]

Maybe tomorrow night, Tae

Right now I’m too tired to add 2+2

And don’t you have practice tomorrow?

I don’t wanna make you sore…

CutieTae♡

I don’t care

The other members probably won’t mind either

They might let me off the hook

CutieTae♡ is calling…

You sighed, not really sure if you should pick up or not. On one hand, talking with Taehyung could ease the growing insanity known as college-struggles. On the other, it could lead you to make poor decisions; Taehyung always seemed to get his way no matter what.

“Taehyung-ah, you need to sleep,” you were first to speak up, not even saying ‘hi’.

“Wow, I missed you too,” Taehyung sassed, and you could sense him pouting, “Does [M/N] not love me anymore?”

“No, Taehyung, it’s not anything like that. I’m just—“

“Not even calling me Hyungie or jagiya? Ahh, [M/N] really doesn’t love me anymore!” Taehyung began to use a slight baby voice, trying to be cute and wrap you around his finger.

“Tae, please dont make this any more difficult that it has to be,” you sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“What do you mean? I just want you to acknowledge me as your boyfriend, not some item you seem to be bored of!” Taehyung said, rather loud. Didn’t he realize he had a sleeping roommate next to him?

“TaeTae, isn’t Hoseok-hyung sleeping next to you? Isn’t the noise you’re making bothering him?”

Taehyung scoffed, sounding genuinely upset, “So what I’m hearing is that my problems are just noise to you? I miss you, [M/N]! It’s been forever since we’ve seen each other in person, and now is a good opportunity for us to meet up.” On the other end of the line, Taehyung had sat up from his position on the bed, beginning to sound annoyed, “And, for the record, no; Hoseok-hyung isnt in the room with me. He, Yoongi, and Namjoon are busy working on some rap lines for our new song. He said he wouldn’t come back so you and I could have some privacy to spend time together, but it seems like I can just call him back over here since you obviously can’t find time for me…”

You hear a slight sniffle on the Taehyung’s end and sighed, disappointed in yourself that you made him cry.

“Taehyungie-” you tried, but he cut you off. “Am I not good enough anymore? Am i boring? It’s because I gained 4 pounds, isn’t it?!”

“No, Hyung, that’s not it—“

“I’m not attractive anymore, huh?!”

“Tae, no, that’s not it either—“

“If you want me to lose weight, I can! If it’s my sounds i make during sex, I can change them!” You sighed through your nose, feeling guilty and agitated at the same time. “Taehyung listen to me, the way you are during sex isn’t bad. I dont care about your weight. Everything about you is fine, I just have this paper to finish up and—“

“It’s okay,” Taehyung said quietly, bitterness laced in his tone of voice, “I’ll call Hoseok-hyung and tell him you aren’t coming...”

Taehyung ended the call suddenly, not even saying goodbye. You knew you had struck a nerve there; Taehyung always wished you a good day or night and made up multiple excuses so you guys could continue your call. He always said goodbye. Sighing, you stared at the phone screen for a while longer, contemplating whether or not you should call him and try to make things better. You glanced at the time; it was almost 12 o’clock. You set your phone face down, turning back to your computer reluctantly.

You spent about 5 minutes typing, but could only type out one sentence before throwing your hands up in defeat. The thought of an unhappy Taehyung kept nagging at you, and eventually you stood up and got dressed to go to BigHit Studios to visit him. You left the small apartment without even brushing your hair, wrapping the jacket you randomly picked out around your body tightly.

You knocked desperately at the door, knowing very well at least Jungkook was up; Jungkook was probably playing games on the computer. Hell, maybe even Namjoon would be up, just for the hell of it. 

Instead, Jimin opened the door, having to look up as soon as his eyes made contact with your chest— since that was your guys’ height difference. He smiled at you, “Oh! Hey [M/N]! How have you been?”

“Great, umm… actually, I came to see Taehyung,” you dropped your voice to a whisper, “We got into an argument.”

Jimin opened his mouth, letting out an ‘ahhh’ in understanding, “In that case, he’s in Jin’s room. He seemed rather upset…” He shrugged, figuring it made sense now.

“Thank you,” you gently pushed past him, and Jimin watched your retreating figure for a bit before closing the door and moving to his previous spot on the couch. You made your way to Seokjin’s room, knocking three impatient times before Worldwide Handsome himself answered. The door wasn’t fully opened, as if he had been expecting you, as he stood in the small crack that barely accommodated the span of his shoulders. 

“Can I help you?” He asked, somewhat sarcastically. 

“Don’t play dumb with me, I know he’s in there.”

Jin sighed, looking inside, as if he needed confirmation, before opening the door fully for you to enter. There was Taehyung, laying on Jins bed as he was curled into a little comfort burrito. You had to suppress a snort at his state— entire body engulfed in a warm blanket with his face squooshed through the small opening. 

“Why are you here??”

“Hm? But I thought you wanted me here?”

“I’ll leave,” Jin says, closing the door behind him so you two could have your privacy. 

“I did, but not anymore” Taehyung said, “Now I don’t feel like seeing you.”

His voice is softer the second time he speaks, like hearing his own hurtful words made him upset as well. “Hyungie,” you start, “I had a school project to finish, its due tomorrow— well, today…” You check the time; 12.44AM. 

“I know, I know,” Taehyung says, “I shouldn’t bother you with it… I know…” He sounds close to crying. You sigh through your nose, “Baby, it’s not like that… you weren’t bothering me…” Taehyung stays silent, not meeting your gaze, “You really weren’t…” you tried to reassure him. 

Sighing once again, you move to rest your head on what you assumed was his arm, wrapping your arms around the baby-blue-burrito-hooman you called your boyfriend, “I couldn’t finish my essay; I came here ‘cause I thought I could finish it before class and convince Mr. Han to let me print in-class… I’m yours the whole night,” you tried to give your best forced smile, wanting to look genuine and comforting, but it wasn’t like there was a mirror near you (surprisingly, Jin only had two— a full length and a dresser mirror…). 

Taehyung still says nothing and you huff, “Hyungie… I walked all the way over here!” You whined, moving to let Taehyung lay on his back so you could hover over his hips. He pouted, “[M/N], get off…” You shook your head, moving to unwrap Taehyung from Jin’s blanket. You undid it gently so now his body was shown to you— a light grey T-Shirt with cute shorts that went down to his thighs. Mmmh, his thighs…

You shook your thoughts out of your head, moving to sit on top of your precious Hyungie as you smiled up at him, “Now that the boundaries have been disarmed, can we fuck?” Taehyung nearly choked on his breath, “You sent me all those pictures— I saved them all and now I’m horny.”

“[M-M/N], I—“

“No, I’m gonna make it up to you,” you said, moving your hands up the male’s shirt to softly caress his hips, going higher and gently feeling each rib through his skin. Taehyung squirmed a bit, red spreading across his face like jam; the feeling tickled him. Your hands eventually reached his nipples and brushed over them, watching as they perked to life under your fingers. Taehyung let out a soft breath, eyes closing as he bit his lip. You smirked; was he trying to conceal his sounds? Was this his way to get back at you?

Your hands eventually left Taehyung’s chest and moved to his hips again, slowly trailing to his V-line, and eventually— finally— you pushed Taehyungs shorts down enough to expose his grey boxers. You huffed; had he changed out of his lacy lingerie after your little argument? You wondered what that must have been like for him— the intent of impressing you when all you did was ignore him. You cocked a brow at him, ignoring those thoughts since— by the look on his face— it seemed to make him rethink and regret his actions… somewhat, “It’s wet?” 

You sounded more like you were stating it, but there was a small raise to your voice to make it qualify as a question. Taehyung moved to cross his legs, only being able to touch his knees together. Your hand hovered above his warm crotch, barely grazing it with the tips of your fingers before you planted them softly on the surface, not pressing down. Taehyung bit his lip again, a soft whine pushing through his teeth as he arched his back. 

Taehyung tried bucking up against you, but your other hand was quick to hold him down, pushing his hip against the mattress. Your thumb traced the top of Taehyung’s erection, moving to the waistline of his underwear (where the tip of his length began to poke out) before pulling it down, setting him free.

Your palm made contact with Taehyung’s member, slowly wrapping your hand around it before pumping slowly, gripping tightly. Taehyung let out a small, broken yelp, back arching even more off the bed. Your hand was squeezed so tightly around him, but going so slow. It was pathetic how much he tried to thrust into you, your other hand trying its best to pin his waist and keep him at bay. 

Suddenly, Taehyung used as much force as possible to turn you over, moving on top of you so your cocks were pressing against each other. He then rapidly began to rut against your clothed crotch, moaning loudly as tears pooled in his eyes. “H-Hyung—“ you called out, startled by the sudden neediness Taehyung displayed. He moaned out— soft, this time; unlike the previous ones, which were long and dragged. 

“I was so needy earlier,” Taehyung admitted, “But you were so busy… I- ahh- I’m sorry I might make you get a bad grade…” Tears fell from his eyes, “I should’ve left you alone like you asked… I’m a bad b-boyfriend…”

You watched as Taehyung cried silently as he ground against you leg, members brushing against each other as if, they too, missed each other’s feeling. 

You sat up, kissing Taehyung’s neck while he wrapped his arms around you, hands running through your hair before staying in place, tugging it every so often as he cradled his forehead against your shoulder. “Baby,” you said, trying your best to suppress your moans so you could speak clearly, “You aren’t a bad boyfriend. You just- hnh- needed me really bad… I ignored you; I’m the bad boyfriend.” 

“[M/N]~”

“Taehyungie~”

You both moaned out, Taehyung’s cum splattering across your chests while yours made itself apparent by staining your jeans. You panted in time with Taehyung, making eye contact before Taehyung hugged you, burying himself in the crook of your neck. You were stunned for a bit, before wrapping your arms around him and leaning against him to counter his weight against you. 

You opened your mouth to speak, opting to ask if Taehyung wanted to move to his room and talk things out, maybe even so you could apologize more, but Jungkook beat you to it. 

“Hey, Taehyungah, [M/N]ah,” Jungkook spoke through the closed door before opening it, eyes too focused on the back of a video game cover— reading the summary to himself— while talking to notice your guys’ position, “I just got this new game; feel like playing a three playe-aH OH MY GOD, IM SO SORRY!”

Jungkook slammed the door, and Taehyung tried covering himself with the blanket before Jungkook saw anything. Too late, Jungkook had seen enough. He stood outside the door, still apologizing, “Jimin said you guys were in here talking things out and that a new game would be perfect to try and fix things but I didn’t know you guys were busy—“ he dragged on. 

You laughed while Taehyung cried to himself. “Hey, I’m still down for a threesome!”

“[M/N]!”

“I meant the game, Kookie. I have my own joystick right here!” You said, referring to Taehyung, whose pants were now pulled up all the way. Taehyung blushes and hugged a pillow to his chest and face. Jungkook sputtered, trying to find something to say before whining and running off, “Jiiin!! Taehyung and [M/N] are making porn in your room!!”

“Yah!! You kids get out and do it in your room! My sheets better not have any cum in it— or else!!”

“Yes hyung!” You and Taehyung said together. 

This ended up being about 7-8 pages on GoogleDocs, depending on whether or not you wanna add the A/N’s and request