#thank you for supporting my writing in particular i am. so fucking proud of what i accomplished

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

Well, I cannot believe 2022 is just about through!

I had. A truly INCREDIBLE year, honestly! But you all know this, because I keep saying it lol.

Here is a brief year in review!

I went to 6 cons dressed as Emmet, as well as a handful of get togethers/parties/other events, particularly around Halloween!! I had an absolute blast EVERY single time, and met a ton of you there!!

I drew a handful of arts and shitpost comics and memes, and got over 1k notes on an original post for the first time ever! (No a screenshot of a comic that looked like loss.jpeg on another blog doesn’t count)

And

I wrote. a LOT.

In 2022, I wrote 101,198 words of submas fanfic, give or take 15-20 words.

About 34k of those words are WIPs and unreleased gift fics that I hope to share soon enough! About 25k of that is my chapter fic WIP, which will be a monster in and of itself!

And, MOST IMPORTANTLY, I made SO MANY FRIENDS both on here and on twitter. Y’all mean the WORLD TO ME!! Thank you, so verrry much, for all your kindness and help and genuine enthusiasm for everything. <3

Happy New Year, and ALL ABOARD THE 2023 TRAIN!

[peachpety]

Upon reflecting this past year, I’m reminded of one area as a fandom citizen that i am lacking - reading fic. And so was born an idea to canvas my fandom family and friends to share with me a fic they've written, art they've created, a podfic they've recorded in 2023 of which they are most proud.

This two part 'rec yourself' list is the result.

Part One features Drarry creations (heavily featured since that's my OTP). Part Two (here) includes a kick-ass mix of various HP ships and ships from other fandoms, including Carry On, Check Please!, Good Omens, Teen Wolf, and Stranger Things. Also, and most importantly, each entry presents a smol blurb from the creator about why they chose their particular piece as their 2023 favorite.

For ease in reading, I've also placed all submitted works posted to AO3 into a filterable bookmark collection, Rec Yourself 2023. Be aware that there's a range of ratings and archive/creator tags, so please, take appropriate responsibility for your personal consumption. And please also be sure to shower the creators with kudos and lovely comments.

Y'all. This endeavor has been a fucking blast. One thing's for sure, I am blessed, humbled and honored to know a whole bunch of fantastic, brilliant, fun folks. Big love to you all, and thank you for participating.

So go forth. Indulge and enjoy! xo peach

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✩ @pato-roldnart ✩ Quiet as a mouse HP | Viktor Krum x Ron Weasely | ART | G rating | Unleashed!Fest 2023 I'm quite proud of this one, I don't know how I made it, I had never drawn them before! My mind went full "oh yeah ronvik " Also, I like the idea of them bonding over their pets and Ron seeing that Viktor cares about something else that is not Quidditch.

✩ @tontonguetonks ✩ Coffee and a Croissant HP Next Gen | Scorpius x Albus | 903 FIC | G rating There are parts of myself and my lived experience in every story and character I write—how I socialize, how I take my coffee… I can’t help it. In *Coffee and a Croissant*, I put a lot of myself in my ace and autistic Albus. He is very dear to me in this story, and in my Fizzy Lifting Drinks drabble. The fic is just a toe-dip in the Soulmate waters where Albus grapples with what to do if he is someone’s Soulmate, but they’re not his. Parts 2 and 3 are in the works, but there is no timeline on either of them. Maybe in 2024?

✩ @crazybutgood ✩ I Bloom Pink For You HP | Narcissa Malfoy x Pansy Parkinson | 993 FIC + ORIGAMI COMIC | M rating | HP Bodice Ripper Fest 2023 This whole idea came about because I got so excited to fold a corset for hp bodice ripper fest, realised I couldn't just submit that one thing, and started brainstorming more loose ideas. It all clicked together when I was inspired by a fic by @schmem14, whose writing I adore. I was so grateful and even more excited when Em gave permission to make this. From there started the self-indulgent process of folding fancy things with fancier papers for this origami comic, and I couldn't have done it without Em and my lovely support team.

✩ @seekercass ✩ Something Cosmic HP | Cedric x Draco x Harry | 1.7k FIC | M rating | Polyship Week 2022 A self-rec that I am still extremely proud of is a short fic written for Polyshipping Week 2022 called Something Cosmic. It's a small coda to Something Good to Always Keep, another fic that I wrote for Quidditch Fest 2021 that I cherish very much. Even though writing is still hard for me these days, I often think about this 'verse and what life is like for Harry, Draco and Cedric after they graduated from Oxford. These three and slice of life bring me such joy. I hope to write more of them.

✩ @roseharpermaxwell ✩ Sounds Worth It HP | Hermione x Draco | 5k FIC | T rating | D/Hr Advent 2023 Being nominated for d/hr advent was a sweet surprise. It gave me a good excuse to remember how to write and the nudge I needed to create something this year.

✩ @basicallyahedgehog ✩ (They) Keep Me Warm HP | Hermione x Harry x Ron | 5.8k FIC | E rating | HP Trans Fest 2023 This was my transfest fic - I wrote it as a love letter to all my trans and Enby friends and as a way of processing some of my own feelings. It’s my first (and so far only) foray into poly golden trio and I loved playing with their dynamics with that added layer to their relationship.

✩ @lumosatnight ✩ For I Have Found Salvation HP | Harry x Severus | 7.1k FIC | E rating | Snarry AUctoberfest 2023 Although this is a smut fic at its core, I tried really hard to make the pacing flow, bringing in background characters, and creating memorable imagery. I am very proud of how it turned out. However, this is probably my favorite fic from 2023 simply for the fact that I had the most fun writing it!

✩ @sugareey-makes-stuff ✩ Feel You Breathing Teen Wolf | Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski | 8.4k TEXTING FIC | E rating | 2023 Year of the OTP This is my fav 2023 piece because I learned how to create a custom text message AO3 skin, stylize things for plain text reading, and I wrote a whole story  that had some plot that was told through text messages. Also, I did not know I could achieve so much spiciness and throw in so many bad pick-up lines through this medium, but hey, the more you know! XD

✩ @schmem14 ✩ Mastermind HP | Harry x Ron; Draco x Harry; Ron x Draco | 10.7k FIC | E rating | Dronarry Fest 2023 This is one of the few times a story just flew out of me. Possessive stalker Draco sets out to win over Ron in this creepy thriller, but there’s a catch: Ron is already in love with Draco’s boyfriend, Harry.

✩ @drwhoisginnyholmes & @fledglinger ✩ Not Bad, For A 6000 Year Old Classic! Good Omens | Aziraphale x Crowley | 11.8k FIC + ART | E rating | DIWS Reverse! Reverse! Mini Bang

✩ @sniperjade ✩ The Sounds of Us HP Marauders | Regulus x Remus | 20.4k FIC | M rating | Remus Lupin Fest 2023; HPFC Spring Fling 2023 I've been thinking about this for a couple of days and whilst I would really love to say it was the drarry I wrote for this fest last year my favourite would have to be this moonseeker I wrote for Remus Lupin Fest last year. It's my favourite because I lived this fic. It became the entirety of my personality for a whole month because I desperately needed to get to the chapter where Regulus was riding on Padfoots back, through the forbidden forest, with only the light of the full moon to guide them, just to try and help Remus. It's also just because it's very musical and I'm very musical so that makes me love it all the more.

✩ @ghaniblue ✩ Sleeping With Ghosts HP | Regulus x Draco x Harry | 21.9k FIC | M rating | Harry Potter Rare Pair Fest IV I posted a Regulus/Harry/Draco fic last month that I'm very fond of. I started writing it more than 1 1/2 years ago, before I ever read a single Regulus fic. It's triad fic, and I'm pretty proud of the way the individual relationships develop. That was important to me, and I think I succeeded. Posting the first fic on ao3 with this triad tag doesn't hurt either.

✩ @celilasart & @wolfspurr ✩ Shifted Teen Wolf | Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski | 25k FIC + ART | T rating | Sterek Reverse Bang This work was created for sterek reverse bang, a collaboration fest where the artists create first and the writers write second. wolfspurr and I just clicked when we talked about my art and the things that it inspired in their writer brain ;D the result is just an amazingly sweet and wholesome fic, that is still set in the teenwolf universe as we know it. but unlike many other fics which are full of violence and danger, this one starts with a bang and then it is a beautifully woven story of two people who just complete each other. also... the working title for my art was: tiny fox & sour wolf.

✩ @orange-peony ✩ At the speed of light Carry On | Basilton Pitch x Simon Snow | 26.3k FIC | E rating I picked [this fic] because I had a lot of fun writing it! It started off as a drabble and ended up 26k because I just had a blast writing it and the fandom support was so lovely. Last but not least, Pato made an absolutely stunning art piece for this fic, and it was the best present ever.

✩ @wynnyfryd ✩ i don’t know, you figure it out Stranger Things | Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson | 35.4k WIP FIC | E rating bragging about yourself is difficult, but i’ll just say it’s my favorite because i’m proud of myself for sticking to one project for this long, i love all the artwork the fic has inspired, and i just think the line “the river styx must taste like pennies” fucks severely lmao.

✩ @decaflondonfog ✩ growing pains Check Please! | Eric Bittle x Kent Parson | 50k FIC | T rating i am not usually a long fic gal, which i think is in part lack of patience, but also how attached i get to a universe if i’m working on it for a longer period of time. i finished writing this back in june but this fic felt very “me” in many ways and i think about them so often still  so it’s definitely my 2023 creation i’m proudest of!

[lilikags]

໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა just a little note...

! not in any particular order...

my beloved big sister @actuallylgp,

it's hard to envision a morning without seeing a "Gm Qian" from you; i look forward to it every day (i'm really being serious here). when i feel lost, i think about talking to you (about anything really, it helps my mind clear) and seeing you around just makes me really happy! i love you <3

my dearest ate @yumetokashite

you've been here with me for so long, and it's strange to think about just how much i've changed (for the better!) in the time that you've stuck with me. you cheer me up so well, I hope we stick together a long time

for my twinsie @runanadwiddles,

i've never seen anyone more "twinsie" than you. if there's a small group of people i can trust to show the parts of me i hide on instinct, you're part of it. it's always very 🤝 with you, and i hope we have so many more "brain connected" moments ♡

to teddy bear dearest @hasumilvr,

squishes yuo. thank you for being there for me all the time, thank you for reading my stories. just looking at our chats in the middle of class when i'm stressed out helps me calm down, i hope you know this cabby cares for you a lot

dear alkakurei's favorite @rinnelovebot ,

i find your dedication absolutely admirable. seeing you alive and kicking and being able to see you every day brings me so much; thank you for being there always

for my favorite penguin @sleepypengwin,

if there's someone to react to a message, it's you. thank you for supporting me (and of our) silly rambles, and thank you for sending all sorts of silly insta reels and liking my stories and talking to me on insta... you make me feel less lonely in the world

fucking clown pt 1 (ily) @baeshijima,

where would i be today without you... (dead, in the ditches) sharing devastating thoughts (fic ideas far too good) with you is something so special to me. i hope to bring you more devastating news going forward 🫶

fucking clown pt 2 (ily) @aimixx,

you too saved me from the ditches of hell; thank you for listening to my troubles and being with me through the worst times of my life thus far. when you're offline, I wish you were online so I could bother you, it brings me peace knowing you're online

for my big sis spirit @spiriteddreams,

there's no one else who has provided as much guidance to me as you have; thank you for being my most trustworthy opinion in the topics we talk about most. i'm incredibly grateful that we get to talk, i feel like you've helped me see a better side of reality

to the one who fuels my yume thoughts like no other @yumejo,

do you know how much i kick my feet like a maiden in love when I see your writing??? (i admit that is what i am for my yumes though) your writing makes my heart jump places and sends me to a magical land. thank you for listening to all of my yume rambles, silly thoughts and all of the strange things this girl (me) has to say

my dearest kuya @marifart,

once and forever my kuya ♡ you're so real and i always know i can be so real with you. you're so true, it's so easy to be comfortable around you.

to whom I have not divorced yet @neoxsanctuary ,

քʟֆɖօռȶ��ɨʋօʀƈɛʍɛ it's hard for me to wrap around just how long we've known each other. we've been through the hell of a thousand fandoms and far too many situations. thank you for being there (insert the tomoya gif I always use)

for the best little sib ever reze @solaaresque

you make me insane (pos) i'm always proud of you, i think you're so cool and have so much ahead of you. i am and will always be happy to be your ate, thank you for your silliness

for the silly i talk to on the bird app every day @shirokururu,

who else would I talk to on that very blue app. thank you for listening to my rambles on countless manhwa you have never seen before and responding to the bazillion tweets i send... ♡

[this post is scheduled]

[thejollywriter]

What the piece you are proudest of writing and why?

What's the hardest lesson you ever learned about crafting stories?

If you could collaboratively write a novel with any person living or dead who would you want to coauthor with and why?

"What piece of writing am i Proudest of, and why?"

I legitimately don't know off the top of my head. Because once I've written something, it kind of sluices off my brain and exists in this kind of nebulous state of "yeah I wrote a thing." unless, of course, it's brand new, and i need to show it to everyone immediately right now this instant or i will simply PERISH.

I'm very proud of the little mystery story I wrote earlier this year. I also, whilst scrolling through an album of sea-shanties one night, heard a song that like. CONSUMED my brain, and a story flashed into being all at once. And I proceeded to, in a fit of absolute motivation, write like 10,000 words in a single sitting to sate that creative need.

It was a Lot. but I'm very proud of it. It's also aesthetically different to most of the things I've written. It's on my patreon to read but yeah. I think that's the proudest one.

Though I will say: i may not be the best judge of what's really good that i've written? My friend Eve has read a LOT of my writing and one of her faves is this thing called Red Canvas. Premise is, a bad guy (we don't know he's a bad guy at the start, but there are Hints) encounters Delilah Jones one night on a rooftop. She's had a Bad Day, and is in a deeply fucked up way.

He convinces her to meet him, every morning, on that rooftop. He goes up there to paint the sunrise, catch the lights as they play across the skyscrapers and stuff. And he teaches her to paint. But it's a story about Delilah from the perspective of an outsider who doesn't know her, her reputation, or what she does. Just that she's Big, and she can Think. I am quite proud of that, but Eve RAVES about this particular story. so.

I'm proud of what I finish, because I managed to finish it.

"What's the hardest lesson you ever learned about crafting stories?"

Motivation has to come from You. You can't let other people be your Muse or your inspiration or things like that. They can give you pieces, they can give ideas and maybe even notes, but the internal combustion that makes you face that blank document HAS to come from within you.

Because if your Muse betrays your devotion, if you lose the inspiration, you'll wind up broken. And then you have to learn how to write, all over again. And you'll be starting from almost a worst place than simply square one.

It has to come from within, first. Validation, support, all that stuff makes it worthwhile, and helps us keep going.

But first the drive has to come from within.

"Who's the dream collab?"

I don't have one, full stop. I love peoples' stories because THEY wrote them. I don't know how Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett wrote Good Omens. They've both talked about How They Wrote It, but my autistic ass is out here being like, "nah son i'm a control freak and i don't play like that."

But it's also just kind of my writing process. A story only works for me if, as I write it, What Happens Next occurs to me. if someone else gives me that, i have to twist it somehow. I can't just take the plot point.

But that's just me. I don't want to make something with others, I just want more of what everybody already makes. Although. There are worlds I'd love to play in. Others' sandboxes I'd love to explore some. But that's more, they let me play with their toys, not, we play with them together to create a Thing.

Thank you for the ask <3

[thetreetopinn]

PINNED POST!

Oh hey, I should make a pinned post. Might be a good idea.

Hi, I'm Smokey.

ABOUT ME

I'm a dragon. I used to write a hell of a lot and I'm trying to get my mojo back. Burnout is a serious ass bitch.

I don't identify as trans offline, but to quote Thought Slime: "I'm not fancy, I'll use whatever pronouns ya got lyin' around."

So, you can use: He/She/Any/All

My favorite pronoun joke, since I live in a particular state, is: "My pronouns are yee/haw."

I do however stan all my trans brothers, sisters, and non-binary siblings. You better respect trans folks or your pronouns are gonna be was/were.

👴👵HOW OLD AM I👵👴

A lotta of folks put "AGE IN BIO OR YOU'RE BLOCKED" or "MINORS DO NOT INTERACT" or something like that.

Here's my answer. I'm an elder millennial.

If that's not good enough, here. I'm older than this:

No, I'm not going to put my actual age in my bio. No, I'm not going to put my birth year in my bio. If "Elder Millennial" or the "I'm older than $Movie" isn't good enough, well, sounds like a 'you' problem. Sorry.

"yOu cOuLd bE lYiNg aBoUt aLl oF tHat!" So could someone who put a number in their bio.

🪄✨🌈POLITICS🌈✨🪄

I live in the United States (for my sins) and I'm a frothing, foaming, shrieking, screaming leftist.

Being an elder millennial that lived through: A) 9/11 (I was in high school at the time) B) 3 consecutive, once-in-a-lifetime, economic disasters (2000's oil price bubble, 2007-2010 subprime mortgage crisis, 2020 stock market crash) C) The pandemic (and seeing people lose their fucking shit and prove that zombie movies are ENTIRELY plausible) D) Just... well... everything that's happened with my country's government at various levels ...You could say I've been radicalized.

So, let's get the obvious political talking points out of the way and watch my follower count shrink a bit!

✊🏿Black Lives Matter✊🏿

🏳️‍⚧️Trans rights are human rights🏳️‍⚧️

🏳️‍🌈Stonewall was a riot🏳️‍🌈

Sex work is real work

Forced birth is a form of torture

Cars suck Give us public transport, walkable cities, & high speed rail

N@zis can fuck right the hell off into a god damned volcano Same with t3rfs, biological essentialists, crypto douchebags, "AI" techbro fucksticks, and libertarians who think age of consent means "mental maturity"

Palestine will be free This doesn't make it okay to be an antisemite Supporting Palestine does not mean "Eradicate the Jews" Protesting antisemitism does not mean protesting Palestine The Israeli State does not equal The Israeli People Hamas does not equal The Palestinian People

Trumpists and MAGA are fascists and white supremacists Same with Qanon Same with all the far right schmucks like the oath keepers, the 3 percenters, the proud boys, the KKK, and other similar groups

Capitalism is just feudalism with extra steps When forced to choose between money and a sustainable world, Capitalists will always choose money and let the rest of us burn Eat the fucking rich

I believe in pursuing the maximum amount of freedom for the maximum number of people

This is, of course, not a complete list.

Heh, I'm sure that'll piss of a LOT of people. And I'm totally down with that. If you're offended by any of this, please, cry some more. And feel free to leave nasty comments or mean asks or whatever. Just lets me know who to block! Thank you for outing yourself!

If you wanna show solidarity with any of this, just reblog with a 🐉or a 🐲. Why a dragon? Because dragons are cool. No I'm not biased.

⭐WHAT YOU CAN EXPECT ON THIS BLOG⭐

I'm probably going to include a broad mix of things. Some of it will be suitable for all audiences, but a lot of it VERY MUCH NOT.

Things I will likely reblog:

Funny memes

Important news/posts/political updates

Wholesome stuff

Plenty of generally queer affirming stuff This includes aro/ace folks, ya'll are valid too

Plenty of explicitly trans affirming stuff

Art that I like (cute)

Art that I like (impressive)

Art that I like (adult/kink related)

Adult/kink related posts in general

Furry stuff I would say "LOTS AND LOTS OF FURRY STUFF" but it feels like Tumblr isn't all that prime a spot for furries, but I stan what I can when I find it

🫷You said adult/kink--is this a PORN blog!?!🫸

Not explicitly, because Tumblr is a coward. I'm old enough to remember when this place used to allow straight up porn. Then the great puritanical purge happened. Still, this blog stans sexytimes and those who create stuff in that vein.

Kinks/fetishes you'll see me reblog (if I find it and I like it):

Vore (Soft, safe, endo, almost exclusively consenting) Various forms that can fall under this, like unbirthing

Pregnancy (fpreg, mpreg, nbpreg, tpreg, it's all good)

Transformation

Gender transformation I honestly don't know if this is the right term for this Someone's sex/gender changing through sciencey or magical means

Big strong dudes/ladies/enbies

Twinkish dudes/ladies/enbies

Size difference

CONSENT. I HAVE A HUGE CONSENSUAL KINK. ENTHUSIASTIC CONSENT IS HOT. NOT EVEN REALLY AS A KINK BUT JUST KNOWING & UNDERSTANDING THAT THE INVOLVED PARTIES ARE INTO WHAT'S HAPPENING IS SUPER FUCKING IMPORTANT.

Other weird things that I can't think to include here

All of this is stuff that I've written smutty stories about in the past (and I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing, again, burnout is a bitch). If you wanna know more about that, feel free to ask about it.

Things I am NOT into and will almost assuredly avoid:

Vore (Hard, cruel, fatal)

Pregnancy, specifically birthing

Non-consensual stuff

Piss, scat, vomit, blood

Omegaverse

Macro/Micro aka Giant/Giantess (nothing wrong with this, it's just not my thing)

Underage characters (minimum age: 18)

"Aged Up" characters that are clearly just an excuse to get around the underage problem (if you slap a pair of tits on a cartoon of an 8 year old girl... you're sexualizing a cartoon child. Fuck you.)

This is, of course, not a complete list.

DNI ACCOUNTS

Minors

Porn bots

Fascists, racists, t3rfs, zionists, ✨CHRISTIANS™✨ (yes there is a difference between christians and ✨CHRISTIANS™✨, and I think you know what I'm talking about)

Crypto assholes

"AI Art" and ChatGPT assholes

This is, of course, not a complete list.

I think that's plenty to put in a pinned post... probably too much, very TL;DR I'm sure. But whatever. If someone complains to me about something that they could have learned by just reading it here, well... it's their own damn fault.

Anyway, be kind and stay weird.

[winterandwords]

🌞 Writeblr positivity tag

Tagged by @reneesbooks. Thanks, friend!

1. What motivates you to write?

World's simplest answer, but enjoyment. I just really, really enjoy writing and couldn't imagine not doing it.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

This bit from November Breaks (you can read and download the whole thing for free at @novemberbreaksbywintersimpson!) will forever make me feel fizzy about my wordstuff...

Hovering above the boundary between potential and decision, I am opaque. He holds me at the edge of the void and I become transparent. I wrap my bravado in ribbons of tendons and bruise-kissed skin, and even that is not enough of an offering.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

All of them! If I absolutely have to pick one, probably Brett from November Breaks and Spin Cylinder. He's a terrible bastard, but he's so much fun. He's reckless, self-centred, manipulative, and usually high on something. He's a very "That's a terrible idea. We should do it immediately" kind of person with no conscience and enough charisma to turn most situations in the direction of his choosing. Not someone I'd be friends with in real life, but a great dude to have living in my head.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Editing. Specifically line editing. Like final draft level line editing. Obsessing over the tiny details with the guts of the hard work already done.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Dialogue, maybe? I write a lot in first person, so maybe that should be monologue. I hear character's voices really clearly in my head, so I always feel like I'm just writing down something someone else is dictating to me.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

The level of support and pure hype. How people will go absolutely feral over each other's writing. It's fucking beautiful. Also, I don't feel like the only fucked up weirdo here, so that's nice.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I recently discovered LivingWriter and I'm in love. I adored Scrivener, but I need to be able to access my writing on my phone as well as my laptop and Google Docs didn't have the structure I crave. LW looks like how the inside of my brain feels.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

The psychoactive frequencies in Bridge From Ashes and Project Aria are fun. I've always wished it was possible to get the effect of drugs or adrenaline-junkie experiences without the potential consequences, so I made a fictional way for that to happen.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

TAKE A BREAK. No, seriously. If you're feeling burned out, exhausted or lacking in motivation, let yourself rest and recharge. We're all so conditioned to push through and often the best thing to do is just chill, switch off or switch gears for a bit, and let the muse kick back in when it's ready.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

@kaiusvnoir, @indecentpause, @thegreatobsesso, @manathen, @nanashi23, @elbritch-kit, @reeseweston, @drabbleitout, @diphthongsfordays, @i-can-even-burn-salad (I feel like I'm forgetting people because there are so many amazing folks on here and I'm endlessly grateful for you all)

Tagging @cherrybombfangirlwrites, @clairelsonao3, @daisywords and @diphthongsfordays if they'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to take part. Blank questions are under the cut 💜

1. What motivates you to write?

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

[chiefwritesbook]

Writeblr Q&A

I have been tagged by @scifimagpie (ty for tag) so I shall attempt to answer these questions lezzgo

1. What motivates you to write?

The soup brain has too many thoughts & I have to get them out. Also spite because my asshole 8th grade English teacher said my writing assignment was only worth a C (he was the ONLY one btw I got consistently vv high grades before him) & my Chinese immigrant friend got marked down for not being good at English. Fuck you Mr English teacher

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

(idk have this one from early chapter 2 I guess)

“You mean to say that I was bait,” Talin said.

“Not the word I would use, but in a way, yes,” Red Wolf confessed.

“Why?”

“You have been on the throne for less than a year. If someone wants you dead this quickly, something is amiss. I’d like to find out what.”

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

My boy Red Wolf. He's just...yes. Autistic werewolf puppy. Could definitely kill me without hesitation or talk me to death with weapons knowledge. I would thank him if he punched me.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

I like not writing.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Worldbuilding, no doubt. I am simultaneously the best and worst at worldbuilding. You want a 2000-word essay on how languages & regional dialects evolved over time? I gotchu covered no problem. Want me to stop elaborating on how Hellhound magic is linked to the moon & actually write my sequels? Absolutely not.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I think the writeblr community is chill. Like y'all are just here for a good time and I can 100% respect that & get behind it. I get to write unhinged answers to these questions & not feel bad about it bc I don't have to self-impose ridiculous societal concepts such as 'maintain a professional image on social media'.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Scrivener? Am I allowed to say Scrivener even though I use at most like 2% of their features. I am the kind of person who if given nothing but a notes app & a two-hour uni class to sit through will hammer out a full chapter in those two hours instead of paying any attention to class. On the other hand if you want me to actually write during my free time I'm sorry I'm too busy procrastinating writing with art & procrastinating art with gaming.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

This is not a wise question to ask me (see: question 5) unless the goal was to make me sit here for ten minutes typing out an entire essay's worth of worldbuilding word vomit, in which case well played. However for the sake of my own free time & sanity:

The legal system in Kies Tor is probably the single greatest thing I've ever constructed & it plays a crucial part in the plot & was built off the early British/European court system as well as my own special interests in law & criminology. In short it's trying its best but it's also deeply fucked up and I love making the fucked up parts fuck up my characters.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Don't feel pressured to write. If you're staring at the same thing for weeks/months on end of course it's gonna get stale. Heck this Q&A post is the most I've written in weeks.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters:

@witch-king-of-angstmar ofc (no pressure to answer tho) but other than that I never know who to tag. I have social anxiety what is an interacting. If you see this on your dash consider yourself tagged

[fuwushiguro]

I'm sorry to hear you're leaving...

But me as a fan of yours makes me feel bad, I mean, we already give you support and love and we do care for you and your writing even if you thing we don't. Some of us waits paciently for you, try understand you and send you something to make you feel better, but for you it isn't enough. Do you need something else? What do you expect from us? Idk i feel kinda underestimated

this is going to be a little long

from luxe:

I’m sorry if anyone is feeling this way about what I said, I wasn’t meaning to offend anyone. It’s more a fact that I’m getting obsessed with tumblr and it’s making me so mentally unwell that I want to take my own life because I don’t feel good enough or worthy since I compare myself to other peoples writings, blogs, and interactions. As I said it’s really disheartening to put yourself out there and something your proud of and get nothing in terms of feedback, reblogs or comments. I don’t share my follow count because I don’t feel it is necessary but there are a lot of you here, but in contrast to that and accounts that have a similar amount to me my work is highly ignored and dismissed. I write for free and I write stories I want to tell, yes, but it’s really difficult to stay motivated and want to create when I feel like I’m not good enough compared to my peers to get the same praise and attention as them. Maybe it’s petty jealousy, sure. I am jealous because it fucking sucks to not feel as worthy as anyone else to get what they have. Everyone deserves to feel special and appreciated for putting out content for FREE. And for a while, I haven’t. Which is why I have left. Feeling this sad and upset over something that was supposed to be fun has damaged me in ways you can’t imagine. So I’m sorry if you took this personally. I did say I��ve appreciated what I have gotten from fans of my work, you have no idea how much. But to guilt me for being depressed and not being happy here is really really low. I’m doing this for myself and to feel better.

from bambi @toyomitsus:

i've posted this response on behalf of luxe because she feels she is not in the proper headspace to be on tumblr right now. i also wanted to say something in regards to this.

this is not about one particular person or follower, but rather a greater issue that has been ongoing within fandom for quite some time. writers, artists, and other creators feel as if our work is not appreciated— across the board. i have heard these concerns from creators with 100 followers and from creators with multiple thousands of followers. as much as we create for ourselves, it's only natural for one to desire appreciation and validation from others for all of the time and effort put into one's work. why else would we be posting these things, you know? creating fanwork is beautiful and exciting and fun, but it can also be exhausting and grueling and frustrating— a lot of people seem to not realize that.

also thank you to everyone who sent something kind in to luxe. she's seen the love and i know she is very grateful and very thankful for everyone's kindness.

[littlesniggy]

Tension

Anon: Hi💕 I absolutely love your works but I never did a request so here I am with my first one🙈 can I ask for a fem reader x Bartolomeo smut scenario? I was thinking about it taking place in Dressrosa, his S/O being part of his crew and participating with him at the coliseum in attempt of winning the Mera Mera no Mi... just doing it in a hidden spot of the coliseum to take off some tension before the fights begin👀 and I would love Bart to use the barrier at some point to have one more surface and have a part of the act on it... I feel so sinful but I would love so much to read something like that🙈😍

Thank you in advance, have a great day :3💕

Thank you for requesting this! It was fun writing and I hope you like it!

Warning: NSFW, 18+, a little bit of blood

Pairing: Bartolomeo x fem! reader

Word Count: 2k

You kissed along his neck, your soft lips sucking on the warm skin slightly, leaving some minor hickeys. Bartolomeo sucked in some air as you nibbled on a particular sensitive spot, making blood rush to his nether regions. He has never been happier about your skimpy outfit; barely hiding your most private parts. He loved the way you dressed in general but he wanted to show you off to the crowd outside so you deciding to wear practically nothing was the best way to do so. Plus, he didn’t need to take a lot of time to undress you.

His hands moved the revealing piece of fabric from your breast away, giving sight to two perky little nubs, almost begging for attentions. “That’s a sight only a captain should ever be able to see-dabe!” he laughed. You looked up at him with a seductive smirk, letting up on the skin of his neck. “Captain’s been a little negligent with his attention to his two most precious friends. You’ve been under stress lately; coming to Dressrosa, your goal to get the Mera Mera No Mi, you wish to meet Luffy-senpai – why don’t you relieve some of the stress on them?” You had grabbed your boobs, holding each in one hand and massaging them a little bit.

His hands replaced yours in no time and he started kneading the soft flesh, brushing your nipples in the process before circling his thumbs over them in synch. A small moan was your answer and you leaned into his touch. His skilled hands sent small electric impulses through your body right to your core, soaking the panties you were wearing in the process. You had your eyes closed and your mouth slightly agape, enjoying his teasing.

You wanted to touch yourself down there but you knew, whenever the two of you got intimate, Bartolomeo just loved to be the first one to touch your pussy, feeling just how wet you were. He once told you that he would really love to know whenever you’re horny so he could touch you and see for himself before you got down to business yourself.

Instead, you grabbed the waistband of his pants and slowly let your hand wander over the thick fabric, over the obvious bulge underneath it and massaging his dick through the material. His cheeks turned slightly red at your touch and he took it as an invitation to lean down and suck on your nipple, scratching the sensitive flesh with his sharp teeth. He sucked on the nub and bit down around it after wards, making your body jolt in pleasure and pain. He repeated the process – sucking, biting, sucking, biting – over and over again before switching sides and doing the same thing with your other breast. His hips were thrusting against your hand in the meantime, searching for more friction.

“C-Captain?” you panted, looking down at his green hair. He looked up at you, his lips glistering from his saliva and your blood. “Shit…” you hissed at the sight of your abused skin – small wounds surrounded your nipples and they were swollen from his ministration.

“What is it-dabe?” he asked, not breaking his eyes contact when he worked your mound with his mouth again, sucking on it hardly.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning and throwing your head back. You rubbed your thighs together for some friction and wanted nothing more than for him to touch you.

“I-I’m so wet….can you touch me?” you panted. Bartolomeo grinned when he let go of your nipple and getting into a straight position again. His eyes traveled down your body, your bruised skin, your heaving chest, your stomach and the last piece of fabric separating his eyes from your completely exposed body.

He dipped his hand down and followed the lines of your panties, tickling you in the process, making you even hornier. He crossed his fingers of the other hand. “Barrier!” he said and one appeared right behind you in a horizontal position. “If you want me to touch you, you need to lay down and show me just how needy you are-dabe:” a childish glint was in his eyes when you followed his orders and laid your back onto the see-through barrier, positioning your feet on it as well, spreading your legs to give him the perfect view of your clothed sex.

He came closer, a shit-eating grin on his face as he put his hands on your knees, pushing them further apart. His left hand traced some invisible lines on your skin, your thigh quivering a little from this feeling. When he stopped close to your core he took a closer look, leaning down so close that he could smell your heat.

“If the other contestants see that you’re horny during a life and death situation like this they might consider sparing you just to fuck your pretty, little, wet pussy-dabe.” He purred, admiring the big stain on the dark material. You whimpered at his words and moved your hips a little towards his breath, wanting him to touch you already.

“Should your captain give in to your needs?” he looked at you through your spread legs, licking his lips in anticipation. “Yes, please.”

You felt his finger poking your entrance through the panties, pushing the fabric inside of you a little. “Ah!” You moved against his finger in a desperate attempt for more.

“Hah! You’re so wet! Can’t believe how needy you are in a situation like this-dabe!” Bartolomeo moved his finger in and out of you, wetting your panties more and more until it was soaking wet, also coating your finger with your hot juice. “What a lewd girl you are-dabe.” He praised removing his finger from your core and pulling your panties over your legs until he was holding them in his hand, dangling from his index finger.

You followed his hand with your eyes, watching him toss your soaking panties at you. You caught them, felling the wet material under the touch of your fingers. “So, wet, right-dabe?” he chuckled, his crossed fingers tracing your wet lips. “Captain! Don’t say such dirty things to me…!” you whined, the panties fell to the ground and you propped your upper body up with your arms, giving you a better view of the man in front of you.

“Stop acting coy. I can see how much this all turns you on. It’s as if your pussy was holding a sign that reads ‘Please, come in. I’m open!’-dabe.” His fingers pushed passed your lips, feeling your hot walls envelope him. His dick twitched inside his pants and he needed to pay it some attention soon!

You fell back on your back, spreading your legs a little further and savoring his fingers inside of you. His thick digits, still crossed, massaged your walls from the inside and due to the curvature of his crossed fingers they brushed against your sweet spots from time to time. Bartolomeo had found out about this a couple of weeks ago when he took you on top of his barrier the first time. By the end you were too exhausted from cumming around his fingers that he had to wank himself off. Since then, he always made sure not to make you cum with his fingers but tease you as much as possible.

He watched his fingers disappear inside your sex over and over again and listened to your moans as he hit the right spot inside of you. Your juice that was slowly flowing out was making a mess underneath you on his barrier. Bartolomeo crouched down and licked the juice up with his tongue before he flicked his tongue over your hot flesh.

“Bartolomeo! Do this again!” you moaned. “Hahahaha! You like my tongue, don’t you-dabe?” His quick muscle seeped at your flesh, drinking you with every thrust of his fingers. “C-captain…!” you moved your hips against his touch, fucking yourself on his fingers and his tongue. You felt a familiar knot inside your body and you had learned to tell him if this happened.

“I’m close!” you pressed out, your whole body writhing on his barrier. Bartolomeo pulled away with a grin and got back up, looking down at you with hungry eyes, his teeth sparkling in the dim light of the colosseum. His hands opened his pants and pulled them down until they were pooling around his ankles. His proud dick was hanging heavy, pre-cum leaking out of his tip. “Are you gonna fuck me with that, captain?” you asked, innocently, biting yout lips and not being able to avert your eyes from the prize. You saw it twitch at your words, seeming excited about what was about to happen.

“You can be damn sure about this-dabe!” Bartolomeo gave himself some lazy strokes, closing his eyes and concentrating on the hot feeling inside his stomach for a moment. You watched him with hunger in your eyes and let your finger circle your bruised nipples, spreading your legs as well. The captain opened his eyes again, his grin coming back on his face.

“Turn around. I wanna take you like an animal-dabe.” His voice was low, making you shiver in anticipation. When you heard this voice you knew he meant business and wanted to fuck you senseless. So, you obliged and turned around on your stomach, leaving your legs hanging from the barrier, your ass on display for him. You felt his hands on your ass, appreciating the firmness of your flesh before moving down and lifting your legs up, your feet leaving the floor.

Your lower body was up in the air, your legs around his waist and your arms flat underneath your body, supporting your upper body like this. You felt his thick mushroom head against your entrance, teasing you for a little before pushing passed your lips, sliding inside of you. He groaned in pleasure, clawing at your thighs from the feeling. You gasped and let your head fall against the surface of the barrier, your eyes closed and concentrating on the intense feeling inside of you.

He pushed further, with each inch he filled you out the small moan inside your throat became louder and louder until he was buried deep inside of you. “Damnit! So tight-dabe!” he hissed, giving you some time to adjust to his dick. But you didn’t want to wait for more. You wiggled your hips a little and clenched around him. “So eager-dabe.” He withdrew his dick almost completely and snapped them back forward the next moment. A loud, animalistic moan echoed through the empty halls. He found a fast but steady rhythm, moving your body forth and back on his barrier. “Do you want the whole arena to hear you? If so, then keep up the moans-dabe!”and you gladly took on his offer. Shameless moans filled your surroundings and you couldn’t care less if anyone found you like this.

Bartolomeo was fucking you into oblivion, his moans joining yours in no time. He had some difficulties not un-crossing his fingers but he over the time he had managed to hold them together.

“Damnit, Y/n! I’m gonna cum soon-dabe!” he moaned, looking down at you, waiting for you to tell him if you were close as well. He loved cumming together with you.

“M-me too!” you panted, moving against his thrusts, his dick consuming your mind completely.

With one last sharp thrust he pushed you over the edge, your scream filling the empty corridor and you clenched hard around his dick. Bartolomeo took another two thrusts before he came inside of you, moaning loudly and filling you with his seed.

Panting, you stayed like this for a moment, your heavy breathing the only thing that could be heard. He pulled out carefully, let your legs back down and fell onto your back, his hot breath right next to your ear.

“Did I manage to take off some of your stress, captain?” You asked with a weak smile, looking at him out of the corners of your eyes. He laughed breathy, his lips finding the spot behind your ear that you loved and pressed a kiss against. It. “You bet! And now, let’s get this Mera Mera No Mi and make Luffy-senpai proud!"

[violetsoju]

airport

kuroo tetsurou · fluff · 2.2k

warning: slight suggestive theme, mild language, characters are aged-up

a/n: did i write this on impulse because i still can’t believe i was actually in this situation? maybe. did i write this as a manifestation of having a kuroo to bitch about and assure me? maybe too. did i get more encouraged to write this after reading a discussion in a server on bra sizes and brand recommendations a few days ago? maybe three.

“Kuroo, I’m serious. Stop laughing.”

A distinct cackling laughter from the speaker of your phone fills the four walls of your bathroom, along with a lazy lopsided grin flashing on the screen that’s perched on the wall mounted shelf next to the sink.  

“But you’re making it so hard not to! Plus, you’re supposed to brush your teeth for two minutes, not talk and brush your teeth at the same time for two minutes.” Kuroo reasons, laughter turning into soft chuckles.

“Sorry babe, but I didn’t catch anything you said just now because you sounded like a fish blubbing underwater, except you’re blubbing white foam instead of bubbles.”

He finds it hard not to grin like a fool at your figure from his side of the screen, hands on your hips with a toothbrush stuffed in your puffed-up cheeks, hair pushed back with an elmo headband that he finds ugly yet cute because of the two ridiculously huge eyes dangling on top.

You mumble something yet inaudible while wiping away the drool of toothpaste dripping down the side of your mouth, a small pout dotting your lips.

“Rinse up and tell me from the top again once you’re done, alright?” Kuroo sighs, shaking his head adoringly as he manages to make out a ‘fine’ out of the string of muffled sounds from you.

And do you listen to him completely? Of course not. So he rests his left cheek on his palms, humming to the bits of information you try to squeeze in without accidentally swallowing tap water while cleansing your face.

The white tiles in the background shift to cream walls shakily, along with the shuffling sounds of room slippers against the wooden flooring. “Then as we were walking towards the karaoke place, I somehow fell behind the rest and ended up beside him. And guess what happened?”

“He confessed to you?” He jokes, oblivious to where this is heading, yet.

“God, I’d rather that happen.” You take a seat in front of your study desk filled with skincare products tucked on the side, placing your phone against the wall. “Instead, he called out to me, which I turn to him and find him looking at my boobs, saying ‘oh, its nothing’,”

Kuroo visibly flinches a little, eyebrows furrowed in disgust, eyes widening slightly, like he just tasted a sip of milk that has gone bad. “Excuse me?”

“He was looking at my boobs, Kuroo. My boobs. Shamelessly. Saying ‘oh, its nothing’. What the heck?” You mentally thank yourself for not opening the cover of the toner in your hand, to save the mess you would have made from all the expressive hand gestures.

“And you were wearing your usual tank top, right?” He smacks his lips together, as if trying to get rid of the bad aftertaste.

“Yeah, the usual square neck rib knit tank top that I always wear.” He tilts his head to the side, eyebrows knitted in confusion. Your wardrobe of tops flashing through his head. “The one that you don’t understand why I own a several pieces in different colours. That one.” A long ‘oh’ resonates through the speakers, the particular top emerging from the sea of clothing.

Kuroo processes the image for a few seconds. “That’s not revealing at all.”

“Exactly! It’s like the most basic thing? There’s tons of girls out there who wear the similar thing as me too.” You tap your toner onto your face with your hands. “And I was even wearing a jacket on top of it? It’s not like I was fully exposed or something. But even if I didn’t have my jacket on, I don’t see how it’s taken as a sign to stare brazenly like that. I wear whatever the heck I want to make myself feel and look good, not for someone else to ogle at, unable to keep their raging hormones in check.”

He hums in agreement. “What did you do or say to him then?”

“Honestly, I don’t know what made me so pissed at that moment either.” You sigh, reaching out for your wash-off mugwort mask. “I snapped at him, telling him that when he talks to girls, he should be looking at them in the eye, not at their boobs.”  

“That’s my girl.” Kuroo flashes his signature cheshire-grin. “What did he say then?”

Your lips purse together, recalling the situation. “I don’t think he even heard me. Partly because you know how I rush through words like I’m rapping when I’m mad.”

“Told you to apply for that rap competition show on tv.”

“Kuroo.” Your glare earns an apology and light-hearted chuckles. “Another reason why I don’t think he heard me was because he actually had the balls to sit next to me during the karaoke session.” His eyebrows arch at the statement. “To which I dragged Mizuki to sit next to me and he got pushed to the side with the other guys.”

He huffs through his nose with a tinge of frustration, fingers running through his dishevelled hair. “How old is he again?”

“20, I think. But still, that’s no excuse for being so disrespectful towards girls and women. He’s already a full-grown adult for crying out loud.” You set the timer to 15 minutes on your phone, shuffling to your bed. “Out of all the boys I’ve met that are of his age or back when we were his age, I’ve never met such a disrespectful guy. In this area of discussion, I mean.”

“You mean you haven’t met such a horny monkey before.” Kuroo summarises. You snort at his remark, making yourself comfortable under the covers while waiting for the mask to work its magic.

“So you’re mad that he looked at your boobs.”

You place your phone between your folded knees, slouching against the bed frame. “Of course I am. It’s a violation against my body. How the fuck does he think he’s entitled to look at someone blatantly like that? Imagine someone staring at your dick like its nothing.”

The stupid cocky smirk appears on screen again. “Not gonna lie, but I would be proud. Or amused.”

“Freak.” You scoff, scrunching your nose at his reply.

His amber eyes gleam under the dim lights through the screen. “You sure you’re not mad at anything else?” He prods, not letting you off the hook.

“I guess I’m so mad because I never expected this to happen to me. I mean, look at me. What’s there to look at when I’m basically as flat as an airport?” You gesture to your breasts, ignoring his ‘you’re exaggerating’ interjection. “I would understand if he was staring at someone voluptuous or well-blossomed. But what’s the point of staring at a wall so flat there’s no cracks or dents in between?”

Kuroo’s sharp yet soft features settle into a knowing look. “So there is something else that you’re mad at.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “That is?”

“You’re upset that your boobs are small.”

Your eyes take a 360-degree turn, huffing exasperatedly. “I’m not. I’m happy with the way they are.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

His firm discerning expression in the 10-second-long stare off has you heaving a long sigh in defeat. “I mean, there are times which I wish they would be just a little bigger…” You hesitantly admit, biting the inside of your lips. “So I don’t have to rely on push-up bras that much. And they would look nicer in wireless bras… Or in deep v neck cuts… Or plunge dresses…”

“Babe, they’re perfect with the way they are now.” Kuroo’s words doesn’t come out as pity or consolation; it’s filled with raw honesty and sincerity.

You glance down at the soft flesh beneath your oversized t-shirt that once belonged to Kuroo. “I know, but sometimes you can’t help but want more, right?”

“I understand, it’s natural.” He nods in acknowledgment. “But we have to be grateful with what we have, don’t we?”

A soft smile tugs the corner of his lips at the sight of your pout. “You’re right. Why did I get myself so worked up just because of one horny monkey when I have such an amazing and supportive boyfriend?” His lips curl up with a little more pride at you remembering and reusing his little remark.

“At your service, always. And ever ready to chase off any horny monkeys in sight.” He places his hands to his eyebrows as a salute dramatically, earning a hearty laugh from you.

“Question time. On the bright side, don’t you save more on bras because they require lesser fabric than bigger sizes? Less fabric, less production cost?”

“If only it were like that, Kuroo. You know what, we’re going bra shopping for our next date.”

“May I be granted the honour of choosing the fine piece of garment?” He places his hand over his right chest.

You hold onto your imaginary ruffled dress in the air, dropping into a mid-curtsy. “If I have the honourable chance to be blessed by your gracious kindness to pay for it, be my guest.”

“Of course, m’lady.” He bows curtly, giving you a flirtatious wink.

You giggle at his sappiness. “Okay my turn. Aren’t you jealous that you don’t have the chance to hold them like other boyfriends do for their busty girlfriends when their boobs swell and get sore during their periods?”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but the glint in his eyes says otherwise. “It’s not like that’s the only time I get to touch them.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Pervert.” You gasp, covering your breasts with your arms.  

The timer on your phone beeps, signaling it’s time for you to wash off your mask.

“Didn’t take you to be a boob person. Thought you were more of a butt person.” You place your phone back on the wall mounted shelf in the bathroom, turning on the tap water to run.

“I’m neither. Because I’m a you person, your person. A person that loves you as a whole, not by parts.” You swear you can see him giving you that smug grin of his with your face submerged with water, washing off the remaining residue.

“You know, maybe God deliberately blessed you with a lesser amount in this aspect.”  His voice echoes through the speakers.

You reach out to your face towel hanging next to the sink and place gentle pats on your face. “And why is that?”

“Because God knew that you’d be unstoppable if you were blessed in all aspects. I mean, look at you. You’re already slaying it despite your fun-sized boobs.”

You nearly choke on your own saliva from the fits of laughter at his comment. “What the hell, Kuroo. No one calls a C cup and below fun-sized.”

“If people call those below the height of 160cm fun-sized, I don’t see why I can’t do the same with breast sizes.” He reasons with a nonchalant face.

“Fine, fun-sized boobs they are.” You give in, switching off the bathroom lights. “Your drop-dead gorgeous kick-ass girlfriend has fun-sized boobs.”

“And I love it. That’s what makes her special too.” He adds, face full-on smitten with love.

“Shut up, cheesy conman.” You chuckle softly, your face a mirror image of his.

“Well, you chose one yourself. No refunds.” The coolness of your moisturizer helps soothe the warmth blossoming across your cheeks, but not the warmth spreading throughout your chest like a cosy fireplace on a cold winter day.

【☾】

Zero and one digits flash on the top right of the screen, signalling it’s way past your bedtime. You’ve been on the phone with Kuroo for close to two hours, no wonder you feel yourself drifting to sleep each second. Kuroo senses it too, from the way your eyes twitch and lose focus.

“Alright, last question before we wrap up for today. When are you hanging out with them again?” He asks, stifling a yawn.  

You let out a yawn as well, stretching your arm over your head, popping a few bones. “I don’t know, but I may skip if he’s tagging along.”

“Nope, we’re going together. Me and you.” Kuroo states matter-of-factly with droopy eyes.

You rub your eyes that has been lidded with sleep. “What if you’re busy on that day like today?”

“Then I’ll just clear my schedule for the day. Gotta show the lil boy who owns this airport.” His deep voice croaking through the speakers of your phone.

“Airport?” You question, confused at his statement, wondering if sleep has started to take over your sense of hearing.

“Airport.” He gestures at his tiddies sleepily.

“Kuroo…” Your distressed groan doesn’t stop him from his babble.

“Gotta show to him that it’s a private one too, not some public area that’s available to any common folk like him. Right, babe?”

a/n: in Chinese, there’s a saying of calling flat chested girls or girls with small boobs as 飞机场, which means airport because the airport runway is flat. so it’s like one’s chest is so flat that it can run the plane lmao. all sizes are precious, don’t get me wrong. this is purely for entertainment purposes

shoutout to @moonboohoo​ for being my irl Mizuki that day ily ❤️

[imjustwritingg]

Holy hell what a chapter. I mean that chapter was so much all at once. Little sadness for Hailey and all her thoughts about the future. I'm guessing you'll eventually circle back to that and we'll possibly get some momentarily angst there 😁

But all that happiness for them finally being together in their apartment and that birthday party, their teasing and not to mention all their hot times together, hot damn. You really went all out and I am here for it. Such an amazing chapter and although it was long, it was still the perfect lenght. There wasn't too much happening and it was all flowing nicely. Thanks for not splitting the chapter. Loved every single aspect of it 🤍

Also, a while back you said that once PB&B finally have their second first time together that "There’s a particular line of dialogue in that chapter that I just love so much and I’m so excited to share it with you". I was wondering just out curiosity that what line in particular was it, if you still remember it? 😊

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 🥹

I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t add just a smidge of angsty goodness even through all the happiness. I will definitely be circling back to those moments though and I can’t wait for you to see what comes of it. 🥰

The happiness and the hotness were long overdue and it feels so good to finally be writing them like this. They’ve really been through hell, but they’re back and they’re together and they’re better than ever. I’m also so glad you enjoyed the long chapter!! Definitely couldn’t split this one up. It really is the longest I’ve ever written for one chapter at a time and it was very overwhelming at times, but I’m so proud with how it turned out. Thank you for saying that. 🙏🏼

So I’m gonna sound like a whore… 😅 but my favorite line is when Hailey says “fuck me first, love me later.” It came out of nowhere a very long while back and I knew I wanted to include it for their second first time together. I feel like that line of dialogue and how and where their second first time happens is just really “them.” I wanted to stay true to the way I’ve created them in this universe and it was definitely a full circle moment from where and how they started to where they are now. I’m also impressed that you remember me saying that because it was a very long time ago and y’all miss nothing. 😂

Thank you again for this incredibly sweet message and for reading and for being so supportive pal!! I can’t wait to share more of this fic with you. 🫶🏼

[piteouspeculiarity]

Defining Home: Extended Author's Note

Warning: This might contain spoilers for the series

(For clarity, when I say 'Tommy' etc in this post, I'm talking about the characters from my fics, not the content creators themselves.)

So it's done, huh? This note will include the sappy shit, the fun facts, then some of the more serious stuff, because I just didn't want to add an essay to the end of that chapter.

First of all, thank you all for the support along the way. Defining Home is easily my most popular series of fics I’ve ever written and I’ve been writing fanfic for years now. The comments and the kudos and the bookmarks were so very validating when I was new to the fandom, and still are. Hell, people have gifted me fics and written related fics to Defining Home, which blows my tiny mind. I haven’t gotten the chance to read a lot of them yet (procrastination I know thy name), but when I do, I’ll be leaving my best comments in thanks <3

I'll be honest, when I posted the first chapter of Enough, I never expected it to turn into what it did.

That first chapter was written in my phone notes at 3am, hours before an exam. I hadn't interacted with the fandom at all at that point, didn't even have a Tumblr for it, but boy oh boy did I get a warm welcome.

The point is, that first chapter was a very spur in the moment thing, mainly consisting of one scene I couldn't get out of my head (Tommy on a train to Wilbur's). I've gotten a few people telling me since then that they wished that they could write as well as I can, which is a huge compliment, but every person can write a fic like Enough. There are things that we all struggle with when it comes to writing: dialogue, prose, starting scenes - I have my own things I struggle with, things you might have noticed, things you might have not. You don't have to be a perfect writer to tell a story, especially in fandoms, where betas are easy to come across.

Write your story, even if its just for yourself. Posting that chapter gave me the chance to make new friends and I'll never stop being grateful for that.

One of those friends is Kat, who I've mentioned a couple times in the author's notes, but who honestly, I owe a lot to. Kat has encouraged me and been one of the main motivators to write this fic when I felt like it would never be finished, or that I'd never live up to other people's expectations. Sometimes, that meant motivating in some weird ass ways, but hey, it worked.

People who know me in discord servers might know that I'm a simp for Kat and it's damn true. Kat, I love you, you've improved my life more than you know in the last couple months and you deserve so, so much happiness.

In fear of love reciprocation from Kat, we'll move swiftly on to the more fun side of things.

Anyone feel like fun facts? You might already know some of these because I tend to overshare in author's notes, but I'm pretty sure some of them are new to all of you.

Barney the dog? Named after my own late labrador, who I love very much and loved to jump in lakes and need rescuing, time and time again.

I had no plans in moving Tommy in with Techno, hell, I had no plans in Techno moving to England at all. It was as much of a surprise to me as it was to everyone else when he told Tommy the news, but I latched onto the idea and ran with it. I think it worked out okay, in the end.

Techno has a draw in his bedroom full of parenting books, most of which were stolen from Phil.

After Tommy asked for help about what to do with Dream, Wilbur sent Dream a dm telling him he better not fuck anything up and if he did, Wilbur would not hesitate to humiliate him in front of millions of people. It was unnecessary, of course, but Dream was definitely a bit more cautious about what he said when he listened to Tommy’s explanation.

Some of my favourite things about writing Defining Home:

The Tesco v Asda discourse. Look, some of you just need to accept that Asda is the superior shop and get off your Tesco stanning bullshit. /j

The offers I would get for new chapters, some honourable mentions being newborns, siblings, diamonds and kidneys.

Now, I know that as much as I tried to, I won't have managed to include everything that everyone wanted from Defining Home, whether that's certain confrontations or scenes, I am sorry if I haven't included.

I don't imagine myself writing any more in the series, not because I think there isn't more I could write about, but because as a whole it feels complete to me, and any added oneshots I write would disturb that.

Right now Defining Home feels well rounded in a way that I'm proud of. The minute I realised that Enough was going to turn into a series I planned out how I wanted it to work. Maybe its just the maths part of my brain, but I like how there's three fics, with three chapters in each and how Tommy heals as you progress throughout the series.

My aim for the series was for the tone to get lighter as you went through, because yes, things kept happening (confrontation with dad, beach incident etc) but the point was that Tommy dealt with those things in different ways that he would have earlier on in the series. I have lots of thoughts and lots of emotions about how he felt safe enough with his family to experience nightmares and such. I made an effort in The Truth Behind Family to include more fluff, especially in the last two chapters, because I think it’s important to show that yeah, his parents’ abuse effected him, but it didn’t dictate how he lived his life. 

Like yes, I could write about their first Christmas together, for example, and add it onto the series, but I don’t think that I’d be able to do the rest of the series justice in that. Defining Home is largely about what the title implies, Tommy discovering what words like ‘home’ and ‘family’ mean beyond what he’s been told he’s stuck with and I believe that by the end of the series, he’s been successful in that. 

I'm so proud of the characters I wrote, Tommy in particular, for how far they've come in Defining Home, but I think that in a way, it’s time for me to let them go.

That’s not to say I’m done with writing for sbi! Hell no! 

I have a couple long fics in the works and a one shot I’m working on. The main fic I’m excited to focus on now Defining Home is finished is heavy heart, heavy head, heavy hero which, to put it simply, is an sbi royalty au, where unfortunate circumstances mean Tommy is forced to become King. It’s going to be a little more plot focused than Defining Home was and I am so very pumped to give it my full attention instead of leaving that lonely one chapter on AO3 like I have been doing.

I was 🤏close to making a Discord server, but ultimately decided I’m much more suited to causing chaos on other people’s servers than running my own. I think at this point the karma would be too great to even consider making my own server, so if you’d like to talk to me on Discord, keep an eye for me on other people’s servers - I mainly lurk, but I’m pretty active on one or two :D

On a more serious note, Defining Home deals with some heavy topics and I’ve had comments tell me that they relate to Tommy’s situation and wish that they had their own found family to run to. 

This Tumblr post has a list of phone numbers and places you can contact if you need help or want someone to talk to. Saying that, I recognise that a list as long as that can be daunting, so feel free to shoot me a message and I can either help you find the right one for you, or keep you company for a bit if you need it. 

Not all of us are lucky enough to have our own found family, but that doesn’t mean that you won’t forever, or that you’re alone. My dms and ask box are always open if you want someone to talk to.

Keep yourselves safe <3

- Lee 

[adoresobs]

- the other pov! ( 𝐓.𝐂 )

the reader’s a singer and after listening to her good friend, harry’s song ‘falling’, she decides to make the other person’s pov which she relates to because of her recent breakup with timmy.

THIS FIC CONTAINS just angst mostly

can’t tell if i love or hate this but i decided to give something new a try and this is how it turned out-

part one | part two | part three 

𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓

THE SONG

you set up your phone, pressing the ‘go live’ button, watching as the comments began to fill up with countless compliments already.

“hey guys!” you tried your best to be the usual bubbly person your fans saw even with the breakup still being fresh in your mind. you grew closer to the phone to read the comments.

userone quarantine got everyone looking rough

“damn, do i look that bad?” you laughed, pushing some of your hair behind your ear. you could what they meant, your hair was tied in a ‘ponytail’ or just a mop on top of your head, no makeup was on your face, and you had on sweats. you could say you didn’t dress up at all.

usertwo u still look gorgeous queen it’s fiNe

userthree did u and timmy actually break up or is teen vogue playing with my feelings

userfour k but what’s with these articles ‘y/n l/n and timothée chalamet call it quits?!’

that was only a fraction of the comments you were receiving about him. you let out a nervous laugh, biting down on your lip. “okay, so, the reason i started this up was to show you all something i’ve been working on. if you know harry’s beyond amazing self and you listen to his music then you know falling which is also amazing. wellll, i made a slight remake of it? but it’s like from the other person’s point of view.” you explained.

userfive did u and timmy actually break up ):

usersix we writing sad songs now-

“yes, we are writing sad songs now,” you said with a small laugh. “no but all credits and shit go to harry and if you don’t listen to him, you should. he’s a really good friend of mine and you’re missing out if you don’t.”

userseven baby ur such a good person

usereight i want a y/n, she’s so supportive

usernine still dodging questions about timothée huh

“thank you for wanting a..me?” you giggled before turning to your piano. “okay, so i can play it but i’m not the best at piano so spare me, please.”

userten shes so precious

usereleven timothée lost all this

usertwelve how does she still look gorgeous without trying

your smile faltered at the comment about your ex. “alright, i’m gonna start.” you told the thousands of people watching, looking down at the keys and beginning to play.

“i’m in my bed, instead of yours, cried to sleep, turned off all of the lights and locked all of the doors.”

you remembered the day after everything went down. you barely got out of bed unless it was to use the bathroom. the most you did was cry and sleep when you couldn’t cry anymore.

“i replay what you said, don’t know if it’s true, left with two broken hearts and there’s nothing that we can undo.”

“i don’t want to be with you another.” timothée said, breaking the silence. you’d spent hours arguing about pointless things, it escalated the longer the fight went on. you just looked up at him, trying to scan his face, see if he truly wanted this. his head was facing the ground so you couldn’t read his expression. “this isn’t gonna work out for much longer and we both know that so i’ll just save us the trouble of going through this later on.”

“what am i now? what am i now? don’t wanna cry ‘cause i can’t stand the sound,”

you cringed at the screaming baby in the supermarket, catching timothée’s eye quickly. “little loud for you?” he asked, a smile on his face.

“i can’t stand the sound of crying so yes, it is.” you shot back, reaching over to hit his arm. timothée rubbed his arm, flipping you off.

“wouldn’t have guessed since you cry almost everyday.” he joked which made you gasp.

“i would appreciate it if i wasn’t being attacked by my boyfriend right now.”

“i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

userthirteen she’s really making me cry like this

userfourteen truly think she did this because of the breakup with timmy ):

userfifteen about to go fuck up his perfect face if he hurt my baby

“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? what if you’re someone i can’t live without?”

“are you gonna admit that you love me or are we gonna have to keep doing this hate thing?” timothée asked after you’d stated you hated him for the third time that day. “mm, i think i’m gonna stick with the hate thing.” you answered, letting out a laugh.

“okay, y/n, i’m gonna need you to repeat after me.”

“mhm.” you decided to play whatever game he was playing.

“i, y/n l/n”

“i, y/n l/n,” you repeated.

“love mr. timothée chalamet and cannot live without him.”

“hate mr. timothée chalamet and definitely can live without him because he sucks.”

“i don’t recall that being what i said?”

“oh, really? tough luck.” you teased.

“i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

usersixteen u sound so gOOD BABY

userseventeen i wasn’t even in the relationship and i’m about to cry

usereighteen can u- make a song with harry though-

“you said you cared, but i never knew, before i heard your lyrics, i didn’t even have a clue.”

“hey, y/n?” timothée muttered. he wasn’t sure if you were alseep or not since you were sprawled out on his chest and clinging to him. he couldn’t see if your eyes were open until you lifted you head up so it was face to face with his. “hm?” you asked.

“you know i care about you, right?”

“pfft, of course not.” even in your sleepy state, you still made jokes with him.

timothée almost groaned at your words, “i’m serious, okay?”

“i know, i know. i care about you too.” you laid your head back on chest and fell asleep comfortably in his arms. you slept great especially knowing that you were cared for.

“now everytime somebody says your name, i remember the day where i ran out of reasons to stay.”

“you don’t think this is working out?” you asked, your voice was low. you didn’t want this conversation to be happening. why couldn’t you just go back to before? where everything was good. you were happy.

timothée shook his head, not even bothering to look you in the eyes.

“so, that’s it?” you asked with a bitter laugh. “it’s over that quick. you’re not even fighting for us! shows how much this really meant to you.”

“oh, cmon on, y/n. we both knew that this was gonna fall apart when it started. we don’t work and that’s all.”

“we both knew? or just you?”

“what am i now? what am i now? don’t wanna cry ‘cause i can’t stand the sound, i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

zendaya shut up you sound SO GOOD

arianagrande so proud of u xx

usernineteen completely forgot she was friends with them-

“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? what if you’re someone i can’t live without? i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

usertwenty everyone appreciate this talented queen

usertwentyone this is where my favorite part comes up, everyone shut uP

usertwentytwo can i be u pls

“can i do this alone without ever needing you again?”

“admit you need me and i’ll help you.” timothée said, teasing you which he had been doing for the last ten minutes.

“this would be fine if i had subtitles but you won’t give me the damn remote.” you huffed. the movie was fully in french which you couldn’t understand. timothée didn’t want to turn on the subtitles since you refused to let him teach you french.

“admit it and the remote is all yours.”

“i need you because without you, i would have a very fun life without having to worry about knowing french.” you fired which only made timothée roll his eyes.

“no remote for y/n.” he said, turning back to the movie leaving you to whine about it.

“what am i now? what am i now? what will i do now that you’re not around? i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling”

you had never been so unproductive and bored in your life. that was something he was amazing at - encouraging and motivating you to do your best and take on the day no matter how juch you didn’t want to. now that he wasn’t here, there hardly felt like you had anohter reason to do said things. you were alone twenty four seven.

“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? maybe you’re someone i won’t talk about, i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

your thoughts wandered back to all of the comments you neglected to answer. you didn’t want to talk about him and you were he didn’t want to talk about you. you finished, ending the song before turning back to your phone. you scrolled through the comments, seeing all the ones you missed while playing. “thank you z! and i love you, ari.” you said with a laugh.

usertwentythree when i see him, it’s on sight

usertwentyfour anyways u sounded so gOOD AND IM SO PROUD OF U!!

your heart warmed at the sweet comment, your face immediately heating up. “look, now i’m blushing. thank you lovely!”

harrystyles you sounded better than me

harrystyles think it’s your song now

usertwentyfive her and harry’s friendship >>

“miss you, harold!” you exclaimed. “but, i think i’m gonna end this. thank you all for liking it.” you said and ended the live.

the next morning your phone was blowing up. screenrecordings and videos of you singing were everywhere. there were even articles considering it your way of saying that you and timothée broke up. people on twitter were tweeting at you, mainly nice things which is what you only cared about.

your friends were blowing up your texts messages, screaming how proud they were of you. you were almost to the point of tears until you saw one message in particular.

my angel boy: hey

[inseongsfoxybae]

The way you move

Pairing: Boyfriend Jaeyoon + Idol Female Reader; established relationship

Genre: Smut + Fluff ending

Warnings: hard dom!Jaeyoon, jealousy, dirty talk/cursing, sex against the wall, thigh riding, a bit of fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex (reader’s on birth control), riding, creampie + aftercare

Words: 2,375

Requested: Hello! I would like to make a request for Jaeyoon, where his idol!girlfriend has a sexy stage with kai from exo and he gets jealous and it leads to rough sex? 👁👄👁 

Author’s message: Hi, dear anon!, your request is finnaly here! I had a great time writing it (as Jaeyoon as wrecking me more then anything these days), so I hope you enjoy it ^.^. Also, feel free to send in a new request anytime. Foxy kisses  😘

P.S: As english is not my mother language, it may contain misspelled. Also, sorry for any other mistakes :) 

Synopsis: After a hot special performance with your friend Kai, Jaeyoon got jealous of your touchy moves on stage and proved who owns your heart and body when you got home.

this gif is killing me  🥵

You are close friends with Kai and, as he’s going to have a stage on a music festival, he invited you to make a special performance of Mmmh with him. Your group was out of the line up, so you had enough free time to practise with him and gladly accepted the invitation. 

When you told Jaeyoon the news, he looked a little uncomfortable, but even so, he smiled and supported you. It's not that he wasn't happy for you or didn’t trust you, he just knew how sexy this song is and he didn’t like other guys touching his bae, especially Kai, who had known you for so many years. Jaeyoon was a bit jealous, but didn’t show it to not muddle your enthusiasm. 

You had three weeks for the festival and you stepped into a dance room of SM to start the practices. At first, you thought his back dancers would participe on the performance too, but when you entered the room, only Kai was waiting for you and then you realized what his “special stage” meant - a couple performance. 

You got a bit nervous about what Jaeyoon would think about it, but shook those thoughts off your mind and focused on the choreography. Everything went good during rehearsals, you learned and cleaned the movements quickly and the great day has finally come. 

SF9 was performing at this festival too, so you came along with them, your mind running between giving attention to your boyfriend and passing the choreo one last time into your head. Once you had arrived at the arena, you said your goodbyes and hurried to your dressing room to get ready. Kai was already there, wearing a super tight and sexy outfit that would make any girl swoon. 

You quickly put on your clothes - hotpant shorts and a sexy cropped top - and make up and rush to watch SF9’s stage. They performed a special version of Good Guy and Summer Breeze and you almost drooled at their sensual movements and outfits. And when they left the stage and Jaeyoon was face to face with you, you swore you almost fainted at your gorgeous boyfriend. 

Jaeyoon froze when he saw you dressed like that, his heart skipping some beats. “So, am I pretty?”, you smiled and stepped closer to him. He swallowed while staring fondly at you. “You’re stunning”, he breathed quickly and you chuckled. Jaeyoon was about to pull you into his arms to kiss you when Kai showed up calling for you. “We are the next. Get ready”, he said shortly and glanced at Jaeyoon. 

“I have to go now, baby. See you later in my dressing room”, you pecked his cheek and ran away to the other side of the backstage. Jaeyoon was very proud of you, but he couldn’t stop to feel uncomfortable about you being alone with Kai. However, he shook it off his mind and found a place to watch your performance. 

It was your turn, the moment you waited for the last month was finally happening and you felt your heart race faster. Kai took your hand and led you to the stage, where you got your positions and started to dance when the music played. The song was sexy, the choreo was hot and you felt his hands running through your body, his face only centimeters aways from yours, his hot breath fanning your neck and lips. 

Both of you gave yourselves completely to music, feeling every beat with your bodies pressed together in fluid movements, the crowd going crazy with your intimate connection on stage. It was a success, one of the best performances of the night and the media had their eyes on you as soon as you left the stage. Kai was answering some reporters and bloggers when your eyes found Jaeyoon on a corner. His lips were showing you a proud smile, but his eyes were serious, dark, maybe even angry, mainly when Kai wrapped an arm around your waist and whispered something in your ear. 

When you looked at Jaeyoon again, he wasn’t there anymore. You got rid of Kai’s grip and ran to look for your boyfriend, but your manager pulled you to your dressing room first to take some photos and changed your clothes. You were leaving the room when Kai approached you. “Thank you for today, Y/N. You were amazing”, he said smiling. “I‘m the one who has to say thank you”, you answered, smiling back and Kai unexpectedly hugged you tightly, catching you by surprise. 

“I have to go”, you broke the hug and turned around only to see a dumbfounded Jaeyoon watching you. “Jae, where were you?”, you asked, trying to catch his attention, but he only locked his eyes with yours, no words. “Do you still have schedules today? Wanna go home with me?”, you reached for his hands, but he stepped back. “I go to the car”, he spoke for anyone in particular and left. “Wait for me!”, you exclaimed and ran behind him. 

There was a small car waiting for you, one of FNC's staff would drive you and Jaeyoon home. Neither of you spoke along the way, Jaeyoon’s eyes were fixed on the window, looking at no place, while you were staring at your lap, trying to find words to tell him. Even when you got at your building and entered the elevator, he didn’t say a single word or looked at you. 

Only when you stepped out the hallway, you got the courage to talk to him, grabbing his hand. "Jaeyoon, what's wrong with you?", you inquired staring at his back. Jaeyoon stopped in front of the door of your shared apartment and sighed heavy. "I'll show what's wrong", he snorted, opening the door and pulling you into the room. 

He slammed you against the wall, pressing your bodies together, his hot breath fanning on your face. "The way you move. That's the problem", he growled against your lips, but without touching it yet. "The fucking way you fucking move beside fucking Kai", he spat his words on your face, his dark eyes penetrating deep in your soul. 

"Are you jealous?", you teased him as he pressed you stronger on the wall, so that you were almost on tiptoe. "Are you mocking me now?", Jaeyoon stepped even closer. "Do I have to show you who you belong to?", his lips only millimeters aways from yours. "Show it", you implied as he mouth was roughly pressed against yours, kissing you hungrily, devouring and sucking all you have for him. 

As his lips worked up there, his hands roamed along your sides and hips, pushing your skirt up. His fingers hardly rubbed your pussy, you gasped and arched your back at the sudden stimulation, as he pulled your hips towards his thigh, placing it between your clothed core. Jaeyoon flexed his muscle thigh and started to move you back and forth in a desperate pace, his leather pants causing a searing heat against your thin lacy panties. His mouth was now attacking your neck, sucking and biting hard, leaving deep marks on your soft skin, as his hands set the unforgiving pace of your body. 

"Could Kai fuck you like this, Y/N?", Jaeyoon whispered in your ear. "Answer!", he commanded and you moaned a desperate "No". "Of course not. I'm the only one who can ruin you like this, make you feel good", he groaned, sucking another portion of your skin. "And tonight, baby, I'm gonna fuck you till you forget your own name", he continued as one of his hands moved to rub your clothed clit, you were squirming and screaming at the overstimulatiom, your wetness going down on your inner thighs. "Cum for me, babygirl", he growled against your skin, licking a sweet spot on your neck.

And like a flashlight, the knot on your stomach exploded and your orgasm flowed over your body, your legs shaking hopeless around Jaeyoon's thigh. He placed you on your feet, you barely being able to stand by yourself, while he took off his pants along with his briefs, his full hard member bouncing into the air. Jaeyoon closed the distance between the two of you, kissing you harshly, while his strong hands ripped your panties effortless. He grabbed the back of you thighs and pulled you up, wrapping your legs around his hips and mercilessly slamming his length into your throbbing core. 

Jaeyoon set a unforgiving pace since the beginning, his thrusts deep and violent into you, filling your pussy completely. “I bet Kai couldn’t take you like this, huh?”, he groaned as you screamed his name desperately, your back banging against the way with every powerful thrust as your nails digged into his flesh. He had barely started and your eyes were rolling to the back of your neck already, your body convulsing in pleasure. “JAEYOOON - FUCK”, you screamed at the top of your lungs as you came undone, your waters washing over Jaeyoon’s dick.

He increased his pace, chasing his own high, grunted “fucks” and a long hiss leaving his mouth when he released his seeds deep into you. His shaking legs lost their strength and he collapsed on the floor with you still in his arms, both of you breathing hard and trembling. Jaeyoon pulled out and watched his semen coming out from your slit, dripping on his low stomach and down his thigh.

Your face was still hidden in his neck, your arms had fallen loosely on his sides. "Y/N", Jaeyoon called you, softer this time, as you just hummed, too weak for answering. He wrapped his hands onto your upper arms and moved you away from his neck, leaning you on the wall. Both of your eyes met and you smiled at him. "Well, I guess you proved I'm yours", you teased him and you both laughed. "But I think I'll have to dance with other guys more often if it means you'll fuck me on the wall every single time", you confessed and he chuckled, blushing slightly. 

"Are you okay? I mean… Aren't you sore?", Jaeyoon asked shyly. "It's not a big deal", you shook your head and placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "Jae…", you stared at him, "... I still want you...", you pecked his cheek, "... inside me…", you pecked his nose, "in our bed", you kissed his lips. Jaeyoon wrapped his arms around you and got up with you into his embrace, kissing you passionately. 

He moved you to the bedroom and laid you carefully on bed, taking off the rest of both of your clothes. His mouth and hands were all over your skin, touching and kissing and nibbling all the right places, his dick cradled between your legs getting hard again. His thumb found your clit and rubbed it slowly, taking his sweet time to make you wetter and ready for him. His fingers teased your entrance, curling up one, then two, then three digits inside your pussy. 

"Jae...", you moaned his name quietly and he looked up at you, "... I'm gonna ride you now", you two smirked and Jaeyoon was caught in surprise when you pushed him till his back touched the mattress and your legs straddled his hips. You kissed the tip of his dick and palmed him a little till it's full hard and pushed yourself down, filling your pussy to the brim, both of your moans echoing through the cold air of your room. 

You started to slowly grind against him, wiggling your hips with his in a sensual pace that drove you wild, in a way only the two of you could. Jaeyoon gripped your hips and helped you move, pulling up and down on him. "The way you move, babe...", he breathed, ".... it's so good - ohmygod", he groaned when you set a faster pace, your body bouncing on his. 

You leaned in to kiss his lips and neck and he took the chance to dig his heels into the sheets and thrusted upwards. His balls slammed against your pussy roughly, the cacophonous sound of your wild dance and moans filling the room. You clenched around him, his deep thrusts making you high already, and Jaeyoon grunted your name, increasing his pace. 

The merciless speed made both of your visions hazy and your legs shaking, desperate whines and trembling when your orgasms hitted you like a rocket. You two collapsed into each other’s body, breathless, sweaty, cloudy mind. Jaeyoon slipped out from you and pulled you closer to him, taking your lips in a tired tender kiss. Your hands wiped away the sweat and some strands of damp hair from his forehead.

A few minutes later, when you calmed yourselves down, Jaeyoon broke the silence. “Y/N, I’m sorry for the way I acted earlier”, he swallowed hard. “I shouldn’t treat you like that, ignored you like that, hurted you like that”, he whispered guiltily. “You didn’t hurt me, Yoonie. You just have to trust me better”, you looked up at him. “I love you, Jae, more than anything. And you know I’m yours and only yours, no one can’t take me away from you. Do you know it, right?”. 

“I know, babe. And I trust you, but when I saw you dancing with Kai like that… I can’t help being jealous. Sorry about that”, his eyes shook.

“Shh… Don’t talk about Kai anymore. Let’s forget about that performance and focus on us. I love you, Jae, and you won’t lose me for anything or anyone”, you reassured him.

“I love you too, baby...”, he smiled and pecked your lips. “... and I’m yours forever”, you both smiled. “Now, let’s take a shower together and sleep?”, he suggested and you nodded.

Jaeyoon took you into his arms and guided you to the bathroom, where you took a hot shower together, relaxing into each other’s bodies. After the both of you were clean and properly dry, you plopped into your bed and snuggled closer under your thick blankets. Jaeyoon ran his fingers through your hair, sweetly humming a lullaby till he fells your head pending over his chest, your calm and steady heartbeat and breath. He kissed softly your forehead and closed his eyes, drifting away as well.

[bellylivesthepoguelife]

meeting. John B x Sarah

Request: hiiiii, #1 I’m in love with youre john b & Sarah stories 🥺 ~ they need more stories!!!   I wanted to submit a request! “Smiling between kisses” is so so sweet, and I know that it’s not on the prompt list~ but I want someone to write about the first moments they meet their baby. 🤎 together.

Word Count: 1.9K

Warning: This bit does include a pretty intense labor scene (due to a super protective John B). As someone who has suffered a stillbirth, I know full well how triggering scenes like these can be. Please just take care of yourselves, and proceed with caution in you are sensitive to this.

Note From Moi: I have been *SO* excited about this request since I got it! I didn’t even plan on it going hand in hand with i need you. but hey, sometimes things just work out! I hope you like it, and let me know what you think! :) Enjoy! 

[photo from: fashion-orasi]

"You're doing so good, Sarah!" The rail on the side of the bed John B is kneeling has been lowered to allow him to be as close as possible to a laboring Sarah. Given all of the fear they had talked through in the past 8 months, and how she was not afraid then to admit how terrified she was, John B couldn't believe her level of calm. There was no trace of fear in her body language at all. She simply was focused. When their doctor had come in 20 minutes ago and told her that it was time to start pushing, John B thought for sure he would need to bring her back from the edge of "totally freaking out". He was floored when she simply said, "Okay."

As the nurses had started preparing the room, they asked if there was anything she needed before they began. He was already next to her, holding her hand, and whispering how proud he was, how strong she was; though he wasn't sure if it was an attempt to give her strength, or to calm his heart rate which was creeping higher and higher. So he was quite surprised when her only request was to lower the side rail, and for John B to be as close as he physically could be. Of course he wasn't complaining at all, and whatever she wanted she would get, but the gesture that ensured he was comfortable as well didn't go unnoticed by him.

Sarah Cameron. In active labor, about to bring their child into the world, and she was still making sure he was taken care of. He'd stopped being amazed by how deep his love ran for her a long time ago. After she told him she was pregnant, he didn't think there was any way that he could love her more when she was giving him the ultimate gift of a child with her, but here he was, in love with her now more than he was then.

They had prepared as much as they were able to for what the labor process would look like. John B didn't hesitate to ask their obstetrician questions at Sarah's appointments, and they had talked extensively about her preferences. Making sure they were both on the same page, and that he would be able to comfort and support her as much as he could was on the top of John B's list. All of that to say: his biggest fear was the amount of pain she would be in. He was absolutely terrified of seeing her in so much agony. They had decided together, that she would get an epidural, and wouldn't shy away from any pain management, should she feel that she needed it. (He was so relieved when they had this particular conversation, because the thought of her telling him that she wanted an all natural birth had caused him more restless nights than he cared to admit.) She had gotten the epidural, and pain medication as she was allowed, resulting in only a few moments where her screwed up face, and whimpering made his heart shatter.

Sarah's slow breath being released from her mouth brought him back to the present. He brought her hand up to his mouth, and pressed gently kisses to the back of her palm. "You're doing so good, Val."

"Are you doing okay, or do you need to take a minute?" The doctor that sat at the end of the bed was looking up at Sarah, trying to gauge how she was fairing.

Sarah's eyes opened and looked to John B. He stared straight back, eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights before the car careened into it. "I don't know why you're looking at me, I'm not the one in the middle of active labor." He hadn't planned on saying anything, though, if he did, it definitely was meant to have a comedic undertone to lighten the mood. Instead it came out as borderline hysterical.

Sarah let out a small laugh before her face scrunched up in pain, and she turned her face away from him. "Oh, John B, don't make me laugh."

His heart dropped, and he quickly rubbed her arm, and wrapped his left hand around to support her neck to rub at the knots there. "Okay. My bad, my bad. I'm sorry."

"Alright," the doctor interrupted. "Let's wait until the next contraction comes."

Sarah's eyes are closed as she's focusing on breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth.

John B places a quick kiss on her temple. "I love you so much, Sarah. You are doing so good."

She nods, opening her eyes on an exhale. "You're okay?" She knew how nervous he was about not being able to do anything. For her to be able to focus on the task at hand, she knew she needed clarification that he was alright. Especially after his previous statements.

"I am." He kisses her hand again, smiling in an attempt to show her that he genuinely was. (Even though he genuinely wasn't.)  "Stop worrying about me. You kind of have more important things going on at the moment."

She inhales again, and the doctor, who's eyes are trained on the screen, looks to her. "Alright Sarah, you're having a contraction, so after this breath--same thing we've been doing--push for 10."

Sarah nods in understanding on her exhale, and her face becomes a mask of focus. Eyes closed, face free of the wrinkles of pain. John B supports her neck and squeezes her hand as she begins the cycle again.

His eyes flick from Sarah's face to the doctor as she counts, and back again.

"Perfect, Sarah," their doctor reassures, as his beautiful girlfriend relaxes into the bed again. "I can see the head, so we're going to keep going, okay?"

Sarah nods again, and John B brings her head up as the cycle continues on.

"Come on Sarah," the doctor is coaching, and he knows it's getting close because Sarah's forehead wrinkles as the pain intensifies.

She lets out a sob as they reach numbers 9 and 10, and his hands are moving around, trying to find somewhere to touch that will make her pain diminish even the slightest amount. His heart is in his throat as she sobs again, her breathing now heavier and faster. He's panicking. And apparently he's the only one because the doctor is fucking smiling.

"One more push, Sarah. One more and the head is out."

She's nodding as a few tears stream down her face.

"Do you want to watch, Daddy?" The doctor smiles at him and he has no idea how anyone can be so happy while someone else is clearly in distress.

John B doesn't look away from Sarah, but he immediately shakes his head no.

"It's okay, John B." Sarah opens her eyes and flashes a smile at him. She's telling him it's okay if he leaves her side?! Let's go of his hold on her body?! Does she not realize that holding her is the only thing keeping him from a total mental breakdown right now?!

He hides his fear of leaving her and gives a level, "no, no way." with a shake of his head, though his eyes never leave her.

"Okay," the doctor leaves it alone and he's thankful they're back to focusing on Sarah. "One more push Sarah and the head is going to be out, okay?"

"Okay," she whimpers, preparing to push again.

John B places his head against the side of hers as he holds her, and whispers nothing but how he's so proud of her, how much he loves her, and how close she is. "It's almost over, baby, it's almost over." He's holding her so tight, hoping that if he brings her close enough some of her pain will transfer over to him. Alas, that doesn't work. His closed eyes fill with tears as he apologizes to her. "...I'm so sorry, Sarah. I know it hurts. I'm sorry, but it's almost over. You're doing so good. I'm so proud of you..."

They reach the count of 7 when she releases a loud cry, though it sounds as if it's from shock more than pain. Tears come quicker to John B, his hands are stroking her face, and he doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, just praying that it ends soon.

"You're okay," the doctor reassures, "That's it Sarah, here it comes!"

It's a moment later when loud cries fill the room. Sarah jumps slightly as the sound startles her, and John B only instinct is to hold her tight. Both are sobbing from the overwhelming emotion of the moment.

"Sarah," the doctor is calling her name over the cries, trying to get her to focus. "You still need to push, okay, you have to get the shoulders out- one more push and you'll be holding your baby."

And somehow, someway, Sarah is pushing again, giving a small sob at the pain, and all but forgetting it when the weight of their baby is placed on her chest.

There are hands everywhere. Nurses rubbing and suctioning, Sarah's holding and supporting the new, tiny body, and John B's tightly holding hers. He glances at her bare chest to see the person that's half him, and half her before he hears someone announce: "it's a boy!" And then he's hiding his face in her hair as he cries. And he can't stop.

He can hear the smile in her voice through her tears as she talks to their son, welcoming him into the world. And she's calling for him. "John B." She says, the happiness in her voice infectious. "John B, he's here! He's actually here."

He doesn't know how she understands his repeating words of "He's here" with how much his voice cracks, but she does.

"John B." She says his name softer this time, and she's reaching her hand up to hold his head to hers. Once again, she's comforting him.

He turns his head again, this time resting it on her shoulder as he takes a longer look at their son. His face is wrinkled with cries, and John B is struck by how small he is. He blinks away the tears that blur his vision, needing to look at him longer. He turns to kiss the side of Sarah's head, telling her how good she did. He's crying, but he's smiling, too, as they both look at their son that's cradled against Sarah's chest. There's a blanket around him, holding him to her in order to trap in the heat being passed between mother and son.

Sarah looks to the father of her baby, and her smile is so big he thinks it might hurt. "We did it!" She's celebrating like they just bought a house, not like she just brought a baby into the world.

He kisses her lips, and smiles at her. "You did it." He clarifies.

Neither one of them can stop their smiles as they kiss each other again. It's simple, chaste if you will, but there is so much emotion and happiness conveyed between their soft kisses. Their gaze breaks every so often to look at their child, their baby boy, and they can't believe that he's really, truly, here.

"I love you, John B." She whispers to him while they both stare.

He kisses the side of her head again, completely content with holding her in his arms. "I love you, too."

[silkylious]

I Am in Love. Fuck. (Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Dancer!Bakugo Katsuki x Dancer!Reader Warnings: swearing and just some tooth-rotting fluff!  Prompt(s): #35 “Oh shit... I am in love. Fuck.” + Dancer AU

A/N: Thank you so much @1-800-callmekatsuki​ for the request, this was super cute and fun to write. I hope you enjoy this! yall i know nothing about dancing so for any dancers out there please bear with me lmao

Squeaks of sneakers against the waxed floor echoed throughout the studio, overshadowed by the rhythm blasting from the speakers. Heavy puffs of air mingled with the surrounding noise to create a ruggedly enchanting symphony. Crimson irises peered at you as your hand delicately held him by the neck, moving up to caress his sharp jaw all while you kept up the movements of your feet and the saying of your hips. Katsuki's hands perched stop your waist guiding your motions, grip tightening as the song playing in the background built up to a final crescendo, preparing to support you for the finale of your dance number. As the last notes of the musical piece sounded through the closed space, you struck a final pose, surrendering your body to Katsuki's grasp. You stayed in that position for a second too long, your figure hanging with the help of his strength in an exaggerated dip, his pointy, upturned nose brushing against yours and his muscular arms holding you securely, saving you from an inevitable fall. Your lidded eyes bore into his soul, daring him to go further. He wouldn't give in to your teasing gaze so easily, though. With a painfully audible gulp, he pulled you upright, detaching his body from yours. 

A sharp whistle crashed the tension between you two, followed by overly enthusiastic clapping. 

“That was awesome, guys! You're totally gonna win the competition with this,” Kirishima hollered from the other side of the room, his keen stare watching with amusement as you and his best friend stiffly walked to your respective lockers. He found it infinitely humorous how you could have such palpable chemistry on the dance floor, then act like awkward middle schoolers once the music halted. 

Your skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat; the choreography was exhausting, despite how effortless you and your dance partner made it seem. It surprised you when Katsuki approached you with this particular sequence, he wasn't one for sensuous moves (much less a pas de deux for that matter), and quite frankly you doubted he had it in him to be so intimate and flexible. But as usual, he surprised you with his adaptability, Katsuki really was a natural at many things. What was completely out of left field, however, was his intensity. It was just a duet, you knew that, but fuck did his eyes send you hurtling to other worldly stories with just his glare, the sensuality of his touches immersing you in a fictional forbidden love. The way his lips ghosted over your shoulder as you rocked with your back to his sculpted pectorals. He was doing it on purpose. And you'd be damned if you didn't play his game too, returning his lingering touches with just as much vigour, passion. The plastic bottle in your hand protested under the unnecessary pressure of your clutch, your bottom lip catching behind a row of teeth. Shit, he was getting to you–

“Oi, you're gonna spill water everywhere, dumbass,” Katsuki's gruff voice snapped you from your reverie, making the baby hairs on your neck stand at attention. He chugged his own water in one gulp before successfully throwing the plastic container into the recycling bin from a far. By the time you turned around, he had gotten alarmingly closer. “Overall, you’re not as shitty as last time. Your footing is still fucking abysmal, though. You call that a pirouette? My grandma could do better and she has arthritis.”

Of course he wouldn't let you celebrate, you were convinced he was physically incapable of giving non-backhanded compliments. You shook your head with a light chuckle, his creativity really shined through in his insults. They never really bothered you, you were aware that hidden beneath the layers of unwarranted cussing and borderline rude comments, lied genuine, constructive criticism. Grabbing a change of clothes, you slammed the locker before heading to the public bathroom for a quick rinse, barely sparing him a glance on the way there. 

“Duly noted.”

Vermillion eyes observed the way your hips swayed gently as you walked, completely unaware of similarly colored eyes watching him with gleaming mirth. “You’re so whipped for her, dude.”

Previously relaxed features pulled taut in an agitated grimace. “No, the fuck I’m not.”

“Mhmm, sure. Keep telling yourself that, man.” Kirishima escaped the premises before he could experience his best friend’s wrath, a jubilant bounce in his step as he thought about his two friends. He was the common denominator between you two. That’s how you met, at one of Kirishima’s frat parties, and even though Bakugo wouldn’t ever say it out loud, an instant connection sparked between you two. The mutual love for dancing brought you together.

Thoughts of you fogged Katsuki’s mind for the rest of the day, practice that day had been exceptionally sensual, both of you getting progressively more daring. He fruitlessly tried to go about his day without having intrusive thoughts blocking his focus, but to no avail. He found himself aimlessly staring out the window, hyper-realistic sensations buzzing along his skin, it was almost like you were still there, still touching him. He sat there on his couch, trying (and failing), to elude any thought of you. He huffed at his inability to get you out of his head, he had one last resort to aid with his problem.

That damn porcupine wouldn’t stop reappearing in your mind, it was so surreal, the way he looked at you as you forfeited your body to him, his minty pants of air, his natural musk. All of it was too much to handle. Uncertainty stopped you from pursuing the man that had unknowingly snatched your heart, each session with him felt like a shot of fireball running down your throat. So sweet and addictive, yet the repercussions left you impaired. He was a drug to you, making you chase the gratifying high of his touches, but once the endorphins dissipated you were left to battle with the symptoms of withdrawal. Your plans of having a relaxing evening were thrown out the window, you needed anything but alone time to overthink, and you had the perfect getaway from visions plaguing you. Unbeknownst to both of you, you shared the exact same idea.

Drowned in the music provided by his ear buds, Katsuki failed to hear the sounds of someone else in the studio as he rounded the corner. The sight before him momentarily made his heart halt, only to beat twice as fast as his eyes raked over your twirling figure. Dim light peaked through the blinds, casting an elegant, pastel halo over your features. You looked so in your element here, so at peace. Your expression gentle, eyes soft and lips pulled into a preciously small smile, despite the strain pulling at your limbs, begging you to rest. Your body alone made the muscles in his heart clench and unclench rapidly, made his otherwise focused and composed mind a reeling, fiery mess. But what affected him the most, provoked an itching desire in him to be as close to you as humanly possible (a desire that he had refused to acknowledge) was the simple fact that you were doing pirouettes. He’d figured that your comeback to him earlier that day had been pure sarcasm. Seeing you take his advice, practicing all on your own, having the courage to fall and learn, failing and bouncing right back up again over and over until sweat dripped from your temples, all to make both him and yourself proud with the fruits of your labor, that’s what set him off. 

“Oh shit... I am in love. Fuck.” 

The date of the competition came faster than either of you could comprehend. The days preceding it were filled with hard work, sweat and augmenting tension. With his feelings for you finally recognized and accepted, Bakugo couldn’t help the pink tone frequenting his face whenever you went over the dance together, which he defensively dismissed as a byproduct of heat each time Kirishima brought it up, a knowing look in his eye. That last dip always made his stomach churn. When he was that close to your face, he had to restrain every atom in his body from doing something impulsive, but oh did his lips plead to mold with your own, did his fingers beg to tangle with yours. He’d never experienced anything like this, it was almost like all his body parts had a mind of their own, whenever he was by your side he consciously had to shun his whole being from twitching as it wished desperately to entwine with you in every way possible.

“This is it.” You said, more to yourself than to him, reminding yourself that this was the time to reap all the exertion and time you’d sowed. Your mind was slowly trickling into anxious territory, but a calloused hand interlacing with your own stopped you from straying too far. You gaped at the sudden act of reassurance, a familiar giddy feeling bubbling in your veins. He grinned at you. You grinned back.

“This is it.” He repeated, words coming out strong, resolute. His cadence conveying all the encouragement he didn't know how to voice, his hand anchoring you in what was here and now. 

“And last but not least, please welcome our last competitors, Bakugo Katsuki and (last name) (name)!”

That was the cue for the both of you to emerge from backstage. As you took your starting positions, you inhaled and exhaled uniformly, Bakugo sending you a look of slight concern which you returned with a smirk, telepathically telling him let’s win this thing. 

The music kicked in and you lost yourselves between the melodies. It was like Pavlov’s conditioning almost; as soon as your ears heard the starting notes, your bodies moved on their own, muscle memory taking the front seat and grabbing hold of the steering wheel. And yet it was anything but a blur. You saw everything in blinding clarity, minutes seemed to slow for your perception. The way he moved was etched into your brain in overwhelming detail. The dance was as amorous as can be. Your gaze remained attached to his throughout the whole number, only leaving when you twirled or turned around. This time around, you didn’t dance as mere partners, no you danced as lovers. There was no teasing involved, only unbridled adoration. Applause fell on deaf ears, anything that wasn’t him was mute and colorless to you, and vice versa. You danced like nobody was observing, like you were a married couple swaying around your kitchen.  

The final notes brought you two back to reality, and through the unease in his gorgeous, crimson irises, you knew he had a decision to make. Your palm skimmed across the expanse of his neck, trailing the unblemished column before moving up to his jaw. With practiced ease, your feet skidded along the stage while your hips moved in tantalizing waves, his sweaty hands gripping at your waist tightly, a clear indication of his ongoing, internal debate. You gave him a last glare, one that ultimately made him settle on a choice he vowed to never regret, then your body slackened in his hold, his arms dipping you backwards in a closing pose, concluding the exhilarating choreography. 

But he still had one more thing to do.

As his nose pushed up against yours, he made a final push, lowering his lids in preparation. His slightly chapped lips puckered against your soft ones, prompting your eyes to grow wide. Obnoxious cheering erupted, but neither of you could hear it. Shutting your eyes, you moved your lips in a sensuous rhythm against his own, not too dissimilar to the number you’d just performed, basking in the sensation that you’d daydreamed about during endless sleepless nights.

For once, Katsuki couldn’t give less of a shit about achieving an indisputable first place in a competition, because no matter the outcome of this dance, whether he swooped all the medals or not, he considered this to be the biggest win in his book.