#they’re the only smut i’ve ever written and they’re all i care to. fascinating

[cosmictapestry]

communion (18+)

[sitp-recs]

Rarepair Tag Game

Thank you @danpuff-ao3 for the tag! This was really fun 😍

Rules: List the top rarepairs that you like outside of your OTP, and why you ship it! (Criteria for what makes a rarepair is up to your own discretion.) tagging anyone who wants to do this, maybe @lqtraintracks and @writcraft if you feel like it?

Harry/Teddy

This ship has been a long-standing guilty pleasure fave ever since I’ve read the amazing When It Alteration Finds by the Hardy champion @lqtraintracks, many years ago. Shipping Starker (MCU) in 2019 made my love for Harry/Teddy come back even stronger because I can trace so many similarities between both ships (besides the obvious age gap). Pretty much like Tony and Peter, Harry and Teddy are war orphans whose paths wouldn’t necessarily cross only they did, and the mentor/father figure combo can lend itself to so many interesting narratives, both tender and angsty which is my ultimate jam. This was my very first ship that didn’t have the antagonist component - on the contrary, this brand of romance is even more heartbreaking because they’re so so seriously devoted to each other. They could have been best friends to lovers if not for the whole godfather+ age gap problematique but it makes the ship even more compelling to me. I love the guilt, the want, the inevitability of them falling into bed then hurting through the complications before finally getting together. My favorite fics include (you guessed it!) everything LQT has written especially Beneath a Foreign Moon and Coming Up for Air, plus the stunning Surface Texture by @the-starryknight.

Ron/Draco

I would never have considered this ship if I hadn’t stumbled upon the brilliant A Fine Foray into Fashionable Fellatio by @wellhalesbells - a masterpiece that remains my all-time favorite Dron fic because it finally opened my eyes to their sexual and emotional potential as a ship on its own, outside of Drarry’s shadow. Ron is such a fascinating character, so very different from Harry in his strengths and vulnerabilities, which makes his dynamics with Draco very unique and 100% different from Drarry fics. It’s a delight to see him as a protagonist, I love his sense of humor and I find the idea of exploring what brings him and Draco together (besides being tall Purebloods with strong feelings for Harry 😏) and what pulls them apart when it comes to wealth/status difference very refreshing and compelling. Lokifan handles it masterfully! Now, I might have come for hung!Ron smut, but I stayed for the feels. In the past year I’ve become more emotionally attached to this ship especially as dragon tamer pals thanks to the superb Dreaming Skies by @sweet-s0rr0w and @tackytigerfic and more recently, to a Dronarry gem that’s really a love letter to Dron, The Sun, Shining Above You by @oknowkiss

Ron/Harry

Young Liv couldn’t care less for “friends to lovers” but now that I’m older and mellow, those dynamics are slowly but surely working their way inside my heart. Gosh, I’m so soft for Rarry! I love the idea of them experimenting together as young and traumatized teenagers, and there’s something poetic and right about Harry falling in love with his first and best friend. My heart aches when I remember that Ron was Harry’s most precious person during the Tournament’s 2nd task, being with each other just feels right. Love me some confused pining, domesticity and slight possessiveness /jealousy for them, especially in a scenario where Draco’s involved (yes I am also here for the Dronarry agenda). My first contact with this ship was through Golden Trio fics and the catharsis of comfort sex during the Horcrux Hunt; it was the easiest thing to slide into Rarry afterwards. Now I see them everywhere and am low-key spreading the word among my most skeptical friends (@writcraft is probably thinking “wdym you were shipping them in my Drarry fic???”). If anyone’s curious about this ship or wants a break from enemies to lovers I strongly rec the darling Sun Kissed by @static-abyss,the angsty Prelude and Fugue by shes_gone, this hot af Kinkuary by iota the exquisite Silhouettes by @sweet-s0rr0w

[of-infinite-wonders]

Doll 🖤 ( Danny /Reader)

Pairing: Danny / reader

Warnings: straight into smut- fingering, penetrative sex, language, cockwarming, domineering Danny deserves a warning in of itself lol (18+, minors DNI)

A/N: Hello friends!! This is my first fic I’m going to post on here- second one I’ve written ever for these boys. This was for a dear pal and with their encouragement I’ve decided to throw caution to the wind and put it on my greta blog. Why the hell not? Enjoy! 🖤🖤

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“They won’t miss me-“ Danny mumbled between making sure your skirt was well pulled over your hips to gain him access.

“- they’re too busy figuring out their own shit; it’s just me and you tonight, doll..”

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the thought of the kiszkas fighting in the confined studio only to look up to find the two of you gone and fleeing to your shared home, and into your bedroom — you knew how they could get, so it really wasn’t an issue.

But that was the furthest thing from your mind once you felt the sharp nibble on your ear. “Danny, babe-“ You started with a sigh, already feeling goosebumps trail along your skin.

“Mmm?” He hummed in response, strong hands running up your side and lifting one of your legs up around his hip.

“Are you- hmm…I—“

Any words of considerate caution for the rest of the guys and their studio time that you tried to get out were overpowered by the thought of having the drummer right then and there— he was on one tonight, you could just tell.

“Shh, shh- they’ll be fine. I don’t care… I just wanna give it to you… just wanna-“ Another bite to the crook of your neck this time coaxed a soft whimper from you, and a guttural moan similar to a growl from Danny, his calloused fingers roaming all over your skin.

“Baby I don’t give a fuck about anything else but making you scream tonight, alright? That’s it- I saw the way you were looking at me earlier…”

The smirk that played on his lips alone was enough to make your knees give out, and you were almost speechless, simply giving into the desire you’ve felt for him all night. You loved joining in on the studio sessions, and being around the boys- it was always fun to hang out and also watch them be truly in their element. However… it was also an opportunity for Danny to be (usually) an unintentional tease. The man was beautiful, and everything was accentuated when he would lay his drum tracks down; the way his arms flexed, the concentrated expressions that came over his face, the intensity in his eyes from needing to get things just right…

You needed him now.

“Then give it to me. Give it to me right here baby,” You gave him your best fiery doe eyes, your own hands weaving through his curls and giving them a little tug while rocking your hips against his— you could already feel your arousal and it’d only been a mere five minutes since the two of you had gotten home. To do a little teasing of your own, your hands found their way down to unfasten the button of his jeans, and immediately felt how hard he was; and that he’d chosen to go commando without your knowledge. “My my…. aren’t you a bad boy, huh? Was this for me?..” Once you made contact with his length, his head tilted back and from his mouth came a heavenly sigh— he needed more. He needed to feel all of you.

It didn’t take long for him to shimmy his jeans down around his ankles and run his hands back up your legs when he came back up. “Fuck me, baby..”

Danny’s shining eyes never left yours with sheer want and intensity as your words echoed through his mind like wildfire; in one swift movement, his arms lifted you all the way up around his waist, so your thighs fell on top of his hips and your back pressed against the solid wall behind you.

“Fuck, (Y/N)…” He whispered softly, feeling your heat against his length as he stroked himself slowly, and ran the tip along the soft cotton that still held a barrier between the two of you. He was fascinated by your body always; and propped himself up to use one arm to keep hold of you, while his free hand found it’s way to your core— you were whimpering with need at this point, your breath already being taken away from him lifting you— and his fingers worked so gently over your sensitive heat, it seemed almost sinister. He had the tendency to switch between deliciously rough and more soft with you, and your mind reeled when handling the waves; he knew just what buttons to push, just how to make you tremble around him… which is exactly what you did when he pushed the material to the side and slipped two fingers inside of you.

“Shit….” You moaned out, head falling back against the wall- it didn’t take long for you to start grinding against his hand, while his thumb grazed your clit in the most perfect circles. A look of pure lust filled his eyes as they watched you work yourself around him, mesmerized by your body and how you reacted to his fingers; after a few moments of watching you in awe, he couldn’t take it any longer— feeling himself throb, Danny carefully pulled his hand away from you.

“Jesus honey, you taste so good.. hey, look at me.” He made sure you were watching as he put his fingers between his lips to lick them clean; pulling you from your haze that already had your eyes sealed shut, before leaning in for a passionate kiss. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

All you could muster was a fucked-out nod and a soft ‘uh-huh’ before he lined himself up, and slowly filled you up to the hilt- pushing in deep, the stretch you felt was a blissful sin as he hit that sweet spot deep inside you; he was perfect. The sound that fell from Danny’s mouth was pure sex, and his face contorted so beautifully as he felt you consume him, gratefully taking every inch of him.

Likewise, your mouth fell open and the feeling of him completely filling you up had you rocking against him— after giving you a moment to adjust to his length, he started to move at a faster pace as you gripped onto his strong shoulders, lingering moans swirling around the two of you in harmony with his own. You could see a bead of sweat start to form near his brow, the curls starting to stick to his temples- all the while, his thrusts were becoming more forceful, driving your back into the wall.

“Fuck- fuck, you feel so good baby…so good around my cock.. taking me so well…”

That deep spot he was hitting had your head spinning- he started to move even quicker, grazing your sweet spot again and again as the sound of your hips colliding against the wall drove you closer and closer to your release — this man made you cry out his name like he were the only god above, and the devil below. Tingles quickly rushed over your body and you needed more, chasing your release after being so wound up for hours on end; your beautiful boyfriend drove you insane, and you loved every minute of it.

Feeling close to the edge himself, Danny reached down once again and started rubbing tight circles on your clit, feeling that sweet fluttering around him that signaled you were getting there too. With his new movements, you couldn’t hold your cries in any longer- neither of you cared about any neighbors, any passerby’s… all you knew was Danny and how he felt pounding into you, pulling all the way out and pushing fully back in with each thrust, and his sweet praise:

“That’s it, baby- that feel good? You like when I play with it while you take me? God, (Y/N) you’re so fucking beautiful…”

Your eyes bore into his as you felt that coil tighten more and more, just about to burst.

“Danny- D-Danny, please…I’m so close…fuck me, baby, yes-!!”

He shuddered, keeping up each movement to get you both over the edge and groaned out, “Let go for me, okay? Doing so well..fuck, I’m so close baby…”

Only a moment later were you thrust into the most earth-shattering release you’d ever experienced, thighs trembling around Danny’s torso, chest heaving with sweat as the pleasure surged throughout your entire body. You gripped onto his shoulders and let out a choked cry, and as you were riding out your high, his hips stuttered as he felt his release take over him as well- holding you close while staying put inside you, his length twitching as you hugged him from the inside out and felt him fill you completely.

“Jesus Christ…” He laughed softly, ducking his head into the crook of your neck while somehow still holding you up- and thank god he was, because your body had gone limp, the both of you completely spent and fucked out.

“Mhm,” You nodded, petting the back of his head in total awe; he made you feel like heaven on earth, like his own personal angel and devil all at once. “You…” You spoke barely above a whisper trying to catch your breath. “-you’re insane, Daniel.”

Again, he couldn’t help but laugh and lift his head up to nuzzle his nose with your own, allowing himself to stay inside you for one more second before slowly pulling out- that is, before you halted his movement with your foot against his hip.

“No no, stay..” You gave him a sweet, exhausted smile. “I just don’t wanna let go yet.”

Danny leaned in for a lingering kiss, stopping only to mumble into your lips. “That’s fine with me, doll- let’s get comfy..”

And with that, those arms carried you across the room to keep the two of you connected, and maneuvered yourselves into bed- you just loved the feeling of him keeping inside you, feeling full and connected as you tangled your limbs within the sheets- and Danny secretly loved it, too.

The rest of the night consisted of simply being close, playing with Danny’s beautiful curls, running your hand along his glowing skin and giggling at stupid videos on your phone- and eventually, a well-deserved shower. Your drummer boy was all you needed.

“I love you, (Y/N)..”

“I love you, Danny.”

[puredramione]

My 2020 Reading List - Dramione

This year, I’ve read way more dramione than I’ve ever read, and I’ve been reading it for 7 years now. I even read things, tropes, I had never bothered with before. 2020 may not have been a kind year, but in the dramione community it has been a wonderful year of reading for me. Please be aware I may spoil some plot lines to dramione fanfictions you haven’t read yet. I have tried not to as best as I can. But anyway below is 20 fics I’ve read this year that have been there for me when I needed them. No particular order. Just a lot of love for these fics.

Wait and Hope - by @mightbewriting - memory loss is one of my favourite tropes but this story. I have never cried over a couch before. But this story. From the moment she first awakes in St Mungo’s to that beautiful ending, I was hooked. I loved how the story left me with not really a care about whether or not Hermione got her memories back. Those bloody text messages 💔 a journey I’ll never forget.

The Unofficial Diary of an Omega - MrsRen - my first time reading anything omegaverse. It still isn’t my favourite trope. I much prefer Veela for some reason 🤷🏻‍♀️ but overall it was a good story, just not my thing.

Apple Pies and Other Amends by ToEatAPeach - I actually gave up on this story the first time I read it. Unsure as to why because the story as a whole is just amazing. Baking and dramione? Yes please! Also dealing with their psychological trauma after the war? Heck yes! The relationship in this story develops at a lovely pace. There were moments I was on edge, others I was smiling ear to ear whilst reading this. Definitely one of my favourites now.

In Search Of Sunrise - @indreamsink - actually just reread this and I still get that warm feeling in my chest. So turns out my break up hasn’t made me lose the ability to enjoy dramione falling for each other. Anyway, the story was so heartwarming, like if I were to describe it as anything I would describe it as a hug. The best non-date fic there is.

Sex and Occlumency - Graendoll - this was the start of my slippery slope into reading smut stories. Like I had read smut before, obviously but I didn’t pay it much attention, normally just swiped past 😂 but this one was a completely different story.

Manacled - @senlinyu - this is truly the most beautifully haunting story I’ve ever read. I remember when I first started reading it, I thought to myself, how the hell could I ever ship dramione in this world? Then those flashbacks. Fuck those flashback chapters were a punch in the gut. The way everything links and connects. I love it’s realistic ending. I often think of this story in the shower cause I had to force myself to go shower whilst I read this cause I honestly couldn’t put it down. And SPOILER, but I laughed so hard at a certain characters death even though I probably shouldn’t have but she was such a bitch. I get flashbacks myself of this story. I’ll be in the shower and I’ll remember a certain sentence, a certain scene in my head as if I truly walked with Hermione on this heart wrenching journey. But fuck manacled Harry, I hate that boy.

He Becomes by @abromaposts - I needed this story. This was the first thing I read after Manacled. Draco Malfoy looking after rabbits with the sole reason being to get close to Hermione, yes please. Rabbits are my favourite animals. It’s just so much fluff. And after Manacled I was grateful.

The Right Thing To Do - @lovesbitca8 - this was the bookshop, slow burn, fluffiness I needed in the summer. The start of a truly wonderful universe. Idiots in love, I’ve never went through so much second hand embarrassment. Every interaction between Hermione and Lucius was fantastic. Especially the final one! Every character was written to a way that I loved them so much. Plus this story makes you think (like the rest of the series) it doesn’t spoon fed you information.

All The Wrong Things - @lovesbitca8 - I never thought I’d be into first person POV. The last thing I read like that was The Hunger Games back in school, many years ago. But I truly felt as if Draco were telling me the story. I love how it filled in things we never seen in the first story. I love Draco’s characterisation. Unlike TRTTD, this feels more lighthearted. Could just be the horny Draco though and his dramatics?

The Auction - @lovesbitca8 - this story. where do I start? When I started reading this story I was in a completely different life. This story has seen me through a terrible time in my life. Honestly the last few chapters before the final chapter were a blur and I had to go and reread them cause my head was all over the place but the story. This story, on it’s own, I would say is better than any fiction I’ve ever read 🤷🏻‍♀️ it grips you, pulls you in. Every question you ask, you get answered with a ribbon and bow. I cannot express my love, for this story and for the hard work that has went into it. The characters in this world so vastly different yet similar to the ones we already learned to love. I could write a love letter to this story.

Hindsight by @floorcoaster - if you haven’t been following this year long, monthly updated story, then you’ve really missed out. Each chapter is a month of the year. The story starts with Hermione planning to trim down her calendar for the year ahead. Although it’s fiction it gave me a sense of hope for my future. I had started this year on a different note than Hermione, and I’m now ending it on a different note as well. I think this story does a good job of capturing the passage of time and just how quickly things can change. I also really love these adorable idiots in this story.

Bring Him To His Knees by @willhavetheirtrinkets (WIP) - the best co-worker, friends to lovers, fake relationship story I’ve read. No question. I sent @magicaltraveler3 a tearful voice memo after that last chapter that was posted (chapter 20). It isn’t the first time I’ve cried at a fanfic, but it is the first time that I predicted something bad would happen, but I didn’t expect the bad thing to be what it was. I can’t wait to see where this story goes. At this point I have completely forgot about the murder plot. I know it exists, and we’ll get back to the murder but I’d honestly read the characters in this story eating breakfast.

The Flat In Bath by @adaprix (WIP) - this was the first story I got into that ada has wrote. Instantly I was fascinated with the use of “flat” over “apartment”. Being Scottish I knew this was someone British. Anyway, a very interesting story and I can’t wait to see how the rest of it plays out.

Good by @lovesbitca8 - I am dying for the update of this story. As so many are, it is 🔥🔥🔥 all I can say. I can’t wait for the update!

The Erised Effect by @adaprix - When ada first told me she was thinking about writing a story about Pansy and Hermione working in a sex shop together. Telling me about having the idea of them meeting in the pub and how she “needed to get some filthy smut out of your system”. I didn’t think it would be my thing. Boy, did she prove me wrong!

The Cell by WrathOfMacy - I don’t know how I came to read this one. But damn, this was a good one (who am I kidding they’re all good ones). I’m still reading through it though. It’s a warfic in which Dramione end up locked in a cell together. The relationship builds nicely. I cannot wait to read more of it.

The Melody Of Touch by @magicaltraveler3 - I never knew I needed a dramione story like this story. I love that there is so much musical imagery incorporated into it. I haven’t read anything like it before. The story, the smut, the taxi and the freaking art work. It is everything!

Every Day, a Little Death by @lovesbitca8 - I’ll be honest with this one. I read the first chapter and the last chapter 🙈 BUT only cause everyone scared me so much. I plan to revisit. SPOILER. I may not care too much that Hermione cheated. Just me? Like yeah I hate cheating and she shouldn’t have done it, but like she admitted to it, and was very regretful for it. Anyway, the chapters I read were very interesting I look forward to revisiting it sometime.

Away by @indreamsink - written for the romcom fest and I got to say I think this one may be my favourite from the fest. Not only do you get dramione but you get the amazing side pairing of Harry/Pansy, which this year has really became my favourite side pairing. It’s like reading two love stories at once, I was interested in the dramione plot line obviously, but I was equally interested in the hansy/potts&pans plot line.

The Path Unexpected by @magicaltraveler3 - this story is a cute little domestic dramione fanfic. And I lived for it. It shows dramione going through the process of having a child and honestly, they’re so damn cute in this fic. The fanart is next level also!

[albedoswifehusband]

Since you said requests are open, can you do an Albedox!Shy!Virgin!Reader smut where it's the Windblume Festival and they have their first time?

I went with afab for the body type I hope that's okay!  I think this is one of the softest smuts i’ve ever written. Also this turned out WAY longer than I planned on it being (its now the longest smut piece I've ever written) so it took me a long time to finish ;-; Also it ended up being mostly buildup rather than full smut. Under a cut!

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"Would you like to come inside and stay a while?" Y/N nervously fiddles with their hands after asking Albedo such a question. The two currently stand just outside Y/N's apartment where their boyfriend was dropping them off after a long day of celebrating the windbloom festival in town together.

Albedo accepts his significant other's invitation and steps into their home after them. Keeping a respectable distance, he tries his best not to think about the implications of being invited into his date's home, alone. Y/N looks around the room nervously and steps closer to the man shyly asking if they can kiss the alchemist while he's here.

He smiles at them and takes a hand in his own, pulling them closer until their lips meet tenderly. His eyes close while feeling the sweet affection. Albedo’s free hand snakes around to press gently against the area in between Y/N’s shoulder blades and he slowly deepens the kiss. He tentatively opens his lips slightly to brush his tongue against his lover’s lips and when they open in response he carefully adds his tongue into their mouth to test the waters. He opens his eyes to gauge their reaction and is surprised to find them blinking fast while flustered. Albedo pulls back quickly and runs a soothing thumb over their hand,

“I’m sorry! Was that too much? We can slow down if you’re uncomfortable at all, Y/N.”

Y/N shakes their head and lets out a soft no while avoiding his gaze. They're taking a second to steel their nerves before they bring their free hand to envelop the other side of his hand he's holding their occupied one with. Looking only at his hand sandwiched between their own, they try their best to calm their flustered demeanor and ramble out,

"Actually, it's- it's not that at all! I just. Ahh um- I. I'd like to go further…. If that's okay? I just- I don't have any experience and I feel like I'm…. I'm going to make an absolute fool of myself in front of you!"

Albedo is surprised at this. Y/N is still looking down at their 3 hands joined together nervously. Their lover slowly brings them up to his lips where he presses gentle kisses to Y/N's knuckles in reassurance,

"You could never make a fool of yourself in my eyes, Y/N."

There's a slight blush covering the man's face as they finally look back up and meet his eyes with their own, his lips still pressed to their skin. They both pull away from each other and Y/N leads Albedo to their bedroom and leaves him for a moment alone where he gingerly sits on their bed and looks at his surroundings. His lover is back quickly, holding a packet in their hands that Albedo recognizes to be a condom. He breathes a sigh of relief since he hadn't been carrying one himself, not expecting this to be happening. Y/N grows more flustered than before when their lover grasps the item in his hands gratefully and places it on the bedside table for when the time comes.

Y/N can't feel their own face with how flustered they've gotten and they find themself avoiding Albedo's gaze again and fidgeting with their hands. He patiently waits for them to calm down enough to initiate things themself since he doesn't want to move too fast for their comfort. 

Albedo is pleasantly surprised when they bring their lips to his so soon for more kisses. He scoots further back onto the bed and tugs them forward to hover above him. Shuffling together awkwardly, clothing is taken off until Y/N sits exposed in front of Albedo, awkwardly covering themself with a corner of their bedding and flusteredly looking away.

"Y/N, would it be alright if I start touching you more… intimately?" The alchemist licks his lips nervously as he poses the question.

Y/N nods and replies yes. Their lover closes the gap and starts kissing the expanse of their neck, his hands taking the bedding from their grasp to uncover their body fully. Those hands come to rest on their waist and soon Albedo is finding a spot on their neck that makes them gasp and whimper with want. One hand makes its way upwards to palm at Y/N's chest, fingers ghosting over their nipple in a way that makes them shudder further into his touch. 

His other hand slowly makes its way lower until his fingers meet the top of their leg. Rubbing circles for a moment, he moves to drag his middle finger along their slit. It's a shock to them both just how wet it is already, perfect for what is about to happen. He circles his fingertip around their clit lightly for a few moments until they're holding onto his shoulders tightly from the pleasant feeling. 

Albedo brings his head lower to latch onto their free unoccupied nipple as he sinks the first finger into them. He's able to pump in and out easy and keeps up at these things together until his lover starts shaking and breathing harder against him. He mentally takes note of every reaction they give him and he slips in a second finger to start scissoring them open comfortably.

The moaning and needy gasps coming from above him just spur him on further to make them feel as good as possible. Y/N has played with themself alone before but it's never felt this good. Having someone else pleasure you really is something. They feel themself starting to come undone as he pumps to a specific spot inside them and they moan out louder than they'd thought they would,

"I- I'm gonna cum."

Albedo hums around their breast in acknowledgement and starts methodically playing their body to their peak. As soon as they're unravelling around his fingers he's kissing back upwards to their mouth before pulling back to watch them and slowly fucking his fingers into them to ride out their high.

"Bedo- hahh- I…. Can I…." They trail off, winded and embarrassed.

Albedo perks up as he removes his fingers from their soaked pussy and moves to wipe his hand on his discarded clothing, "What was that? Tell me what you want, please."

They take a moment to calm down again and lean forward to mumble at him,

"Will you please…. Put your. Uh- Please put your cock in me? I want to know what it feels like..." Y/N can't even look up at him into his eyes at this, too embarrassed at the words, and their eyes too caught on his dick straining, leaking precum between where they kneel facing each other.

Albedo gulps and nods, blushing profusely as he removes himself from the bed briefly to grab the condom they'd set aside to put it on himself. Y/N takes initiative to adjust their position so they're laying down now, pressing their legs together needily until Albedo is prepped and back by their side.

He climbs back onto the bed and grabs their legs to gently hook them over his shoulders. The look he gives them before speaking is fascinated,

"Are you ready?"

Y/N nods enthusiastically and says yes, trying to relax their muscles for the stretch they know will happen in a moment.

Albedo carefully pushes past their entrance and sheathes himself fully in a gentle single motion. The light burn is surprising, he's thicker than they'd expected and they're grateful he'd scissored them so carefully with his fingers first. 

He stays still inside them and reaches to hold their hands, soothingly rubbing his thumbs over their skin until they adjust fully and give him the go-ahead to start moving. Each movement gives a surprising feeling, different from playing with themself alone like normal. One particular thrust hits a spot that makes them involuntarily call out gasping in pleasure, and their lover takes special care to try and pull that pleased reaction out of them again. Y/N is soon cumming around him, walls tightening as he gasps and moans louder himself and falls forward briefly, his lover's legs slipping off of their perch awkwardly at the movement. 

Albedo’s hips stutter and sloppily buck into Y/N’s as he cums. Pulling out, he brings their hands to his face and kisses them sweetly. His eyes on them are entranced by how they look in the aftermath and All he can say for now is,

“Let me clean us up. You look amazing...”

Taking off the condom and tying it, he looks around briefly before turning his gaze back to his lover and asking,

“Two questions… Where is your bathroom, and where do you keep any soft rags?”

[missroserose]

Fic Writer Question Meme!

Thanks for the tag, @venhedish—I love stuff like this! I'd apologize in advance for how long this is likely to be, but I suspect we share that tendency, haha.

How many works do you have on AO3?

20 total. I've been publishing there since late 2018, so about three years now. That sounds right for me—I'm way too perfectionist to ever be prolific.

What's your total AO3 word count?

125,744! Apparently it takes me three years to write a novel's worth of words I feel are worth publishing...which also sounds right.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Three, primarily: The Lost Boys, Stranger Things, and Supernatural. Mostly Stranger Things, since I was pretty enmeshed in the Harringrove community for about a year and a half, though these days I'm hanging out more with the SPN crowd. We'll see if that translates to more fics.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1.) Sunflower (524) 2.) Quickly, look away (506) 3.) We'll Become Who We Meant To Be (383) 4.) Too Young To Fall In Love (333) 5.) When the Waters Start to Cross (283)

First, what's not surprising: all are Stranger Things/Harringrove works. I'm a little surprised to see that "Sunflower" had edged out "Quickly" as my most-kudosed story, for years it was the other way around—but maybe that's actually not that surprising—part of the reason I haven't been as active in the fandom is that I really love the darker and more complex renditions of Billy Hargrove's character (a la "Quickly") and since S3 aired it seems like the fashion has moved more towards more lighthearted fluff (a la "Sunflower"). Still, both are pretty undemanding smut, so it makes sense that they're on top; similarly, I'm not surprised to see "Too Young To Fall In Love" in the top five either.

I am a little surprised that "We'll Become Who We Meant To Be" is #3—it's honestly close to genfic, there's only the tiniest moment of hinted-at attraction in there. I'm not mad about it, I honestly feel like it's one of my better efforts; on the other hand, "Wake Me Up" was in a similar vein and it's close to the bottom. I guess there's just no telling what's going to catch on...in fairness, a 25K outsider POV novella is a much bigger ask than a 3K short story.

Honestly, I'm probably most surprised at "When the Waters Start to Cross" cracking the top five—it's a 52K+ WIP and a profoundly complex atmospheric existential horror/romance, which is, like, five strikes against it. I'm not mad about it, though—I love that fic, even if it is a huge time and energy suck, and it definitely contains some of my best writing.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do! Sometimes it takes me a while, but I genuinely appreciate people taking the time to leave feedback (even if it's just a string of emoji!). And every once in a while I'll get really thoughtful or incisive comments that spark whole conversations—that's one of the best reasons to write fic!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Hmm...to be honest, nothing immediately comes to mind; I love angst but tend to want it to serve a purpose, i.e. it gets a character closer to who they want to be. So most of my endings are at least hopeful. *checks list* It looks like probably my angstiest ending is also my first fic posted, "Blue Masquerade". Poor Michael.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you've written?

I don't currently write crossovers; I wouldn't rule it out, but frankly I haven't come across an idea that appeals to me. Waaaaaay back in the mists of time I had a Daria/Harry Potter crossover that I was actually pretty proud of, but I got about as far as getting them to Hogwarts and then kinda ran out of ideas, so I never posted it.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not that I can think of? I'm not big-time enough to get hate, haha. Worst I ever got was some rando asking for top or bottom tags, which I just ignored, and one person on "We'll Become" who was like "I don't like this pairing but you did a good job", which kinda had me like ??? thanks, I guess? I did get one comment on "Quickly, look away" from someone who felt like it was in a different headspace from the fic I wrote it as a sequel to, but that didn't strike me as hate, it's a perfectly fair observation.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

So first off, yes, and second...I recently came across this great Garth Greenwell quote that really gets at what I'm trying to do when I write smut:

In America in 2019 we are inundated with images of bodies to an absolutely unprecedented degree—images of eroticized bodies, images of sexual bodies; the Internet makes all our fantasies visible, and it trains us in new fantasies. And yet it also seems to me that our culture suffers from a dearth of representations of embodiedness, by which I mean of bodies imbued with consciousness. I’m not at all antiporn, but sometimes pornography (maybe especially Internet pornography, with its arms race of extremity) seems to want to evacuate bodies of personhood, to present them as objects. I think literature is the best technology we have for representing consciousness, and so I think there’s a kind of intervention that literature can perform in representing sex explicitly: it can reclaim the sexual body as a site of consciousness.

"Embodied porn" is probably the best description I can come up with—I love writing sex precisely because it's such a charged form of communication (Greenwell's words again), because there are things a character can do and say in that context that they never would normally. Like, sex acts are great and all, but what really does it for me is what's going on in their head, what's the history that brought the character to this point, how're they handling the inherent vulnerability and intimacy of this incredibly risky but potentially rewarding moment. Kink (whether through roleplaying, props, costumes, or whatever) is really just another way of adding to that personal meaning, since without the characters' reactions any trappings are meaningless.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, although I'd love to work with a translator someday (whether with fic or another context)—I'm fascinated by the inherent puzzles in translating between languages, especially with informal speech and its many idioms and cultural references.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet! I'd be open to the idea, but it definitely has to be with the right person...

What's your all time favorite ship?

Isn't that basically like asking a mom to choose her favorite kid? Seriously, I like different things about all of them...which one's getting the most attention depends entirely on mood and headspace and other effectively random variables.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I don't have any I've given up on entirely, yet. Even Waters, as beastly complicated as it is, I've been ruminating on and adding to and arranging in my head lately...

What are your writing strengths?

Atmosphere, character, dialogue. I've said it before, I'm a capital-R Romantic at heart: I love writing settings that reflect and reinforce a character's headspace—while also implying what said character might be missing in their viewpoint.

Something I've noticed—my husband worked for years as a penetration tester, which meant he would regularly have to talk his way past people on a moment's notice. So, unsurprisingly, we both notice people, but he tends to observe their presentation (clothing, accessories, especially ones that're markers of social class and group belonging that allow him to tailor his approach), whereas I notice what they say and how they say it—and, often, what they don't say.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I suddenly feel like I'm in a job interview, haha. Perfectionism is a big one—I have a tendency to feel hopeless and quit if something's taking too long, rather than persisting until I get it sorted, even though some of my best work is stuff where I persisted. Also, I'm big on emotional intensity—which isn't a bad thing, necessarily, but I sometimes read back over my stuff and I'm like "geez, Ambrosia, ease up a bit"...I could definitely use some comic relief in my writing sometimes, but I think I'm often too insecure to try it.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't have any in particular—I rarely do it myself, because I don't trust myself to do it properly. (Perfectionism again!)

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Daria, way back in the day. My work is still up on FF.net...sometimes I wonder if anyone's ever going to dig it up and confront me with it, haha. (I doubt anyone will ever care that much...I guess I'm more just curious if my style from twenty years ago is recognizably me.)

What's your favorite fic you've written?

If we're talking about finished fics, probably either "Wake Me Up" or "Young At Heart"—they're both pretty oddball, but both required a fuckton of work and both came out pretty close to what I wanted. But "Waters" is my biggest baby...maybe I'll open up Act III to work on today...

Thanks again for the tag, Ven! I'm going to tag @ihni, @redmyeyes, @twobrokenwyngs, @skybound2, @sambrosia, @shewritesdirty, @introvertia, @coffeeandchemicals, and @anarchist-billy—if you're up for some rumination, I'd love to hear your thoughts on your writing!

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Fic Writer Review!

Thanks @mssirey for the tag! I totally didn't have a crisis with the very last question, not at all bwhahaha

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

41, soon to be 42. ASJKLDBLAHSDSD how. And also why. But mostly, how.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

565,934 EXCUSE ME WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I was going to check my unpublished works but ya know what. Maybe I've written enough akdjsa

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Technically speaking, I've written and published fics for five fandoms. However, I only have one story for OUAT (and I have @shadowdianne to thank for that... or do I?) and one for Captain Marvel. Mirandy was my first love, Cissamione the second, and Supercorp has burrowed in my brain and just won't let go.

I've also technically written for Xena, Legend of Korra, and Criminal Minds, but since I never published those, we're going to pretend they don't exist!

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

Only two are WIPs! YEAH! They're the top two, but WHO CARES, here they are:

1) Perhaps, aka my baby, my child, my darling, the apple of my eye. If I ever had to choose to finish only ONE of my WIPs, this would be the one. This story has grown with me, and I think you can tell when you read. Or maybe not!

2) For the Better. If the former is my baby, this one is like... my moody teenager. I love it dearly, but... it takes a lot out of me. An ode to one of the first fandoms I actively wrote for, it sits unfinished, but nearly, oh so nearly done. I will finish it, damn ittt.

3) The Date. Honestly, this one really surprised me -- it's one of my oldest one-shots, and something I definitely dashed off between lectures back in Scotland, maybe alternating with FtB chapters. It's one of my first attempts at humour, I think.

4) Bits and Pieces. AYY, I wasn't sure Supercorp would make the cut, WOOOT! This one was the second Supercorp fic I ever wrote, and I did it because Lena Is Baby and the idea just wouldn't leave my brain.

And lastly, the fabulous number 5... Perfect. AKA Nara's First (published) Explicit Fic, featuring Praise Kink and an Enchanted Dildo (for... reasons). I'm not gonna lie, I am so HAPPY this one made it, because it has a special place in my heart. It's where Soft Butch Hermione comes to life, and if you don't love Soft Butch Hermione, I'm sorry, we can't be friends. I love her.

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

Eeermmm... some? I do want to respond, but I'm terrible with keeping up with comments, I really am. For whatever reason, even when I do my best, I don't really love responding directly on AO3. I also turned off all email notifications for AO3 because turns out my brain WILL be distracted by even a single one.

I'm much more responsive on Tumblr, I promise!

6. A fic you've written with the angstiest ending:

Any of my Narlily works, I guess? Like... All Flowers Wither or Carry On.

Unshackled would be another one, though it's Cissamione... but I caved and made a happy(ish) second part for that one.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Nope! Crossovers just don't do it for me, generally speaking (reading or writing).

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

EvEr rEcEIvEd hAtE-- yes. Oh, yes. I've been told my writing is terrible, I've been told my stories were a 'waste of time,' or 'overhyped,' I've had people tell me there was only One Way to write a certain pairing and my way was definitely Not The Way.

The list goes on.

It used to really, really bother me--still does, but in a much smaller way. Delete/Block buttons are my friends.

9. Do you write smut?

I write an absurd amount of smut. I just don't publish any of it because. Fear.

My pretty, pretty pens have created some filthy, filthy things.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

A couple of times -- only once or twice like, straight up attributed to someone else who acted like they were the one writing it. The other times were reposts or translations (without my permission, so still. stolen).

11. Ever had a fic translated?

I've authorized a couple of translations of a few of my DWP works. I'm usually cool with people translating my stuff IF THEY ASK ME FIRST and GIVE ME PROPER CREDIT.

9/10 it's some Brazilian who translates it to Portuguese without my permission and then gets upset when I, another Brazilian, do not endorse it and politely ask them to take the thing down. Thankfully it's been a while. ASK ME, DAMN IT.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nothing published bwhaha!

13. All-time favourite ship?

Right now SuperCorp is definitely barking a little louder, so to speak, but I don't really have one favourite overall. It depends on the fandom, sometimes! Cissamione is very dear to my heart, because it's just so fucking out there and literally every one in this ship has some of the most fascinating headcanons for this pairing and it's just. So wonderful.

14. WIP you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

Eeeeuuughhh.... Right now? Probably The Appraisal. I forget what I wanted to do with it, I'm not sure if I'm still feeling the premise... IDK.

I think the same could be said of For the Better, but I PROMISED to finish it, and GOD DAMN IT, I am so close I can't throw in the towel just yet.

15. Writing strengths?

You want ME to say good things about MYSELF? I'm still learning how to do that asldkjbasdn it's a work in progress. But I think I'd say... maybe world-building, at least on my longer works?

I would also like to think I do pretty OK in... IDK, some of the punchy stuff? The 'oh wait a minute' moment? IDK if that makes sense!

16. Writing weaknesses?

Organizing. Plot (HAHA IKR). Consistency. Editing (which is rich from someone who literally edits shit for a living... but go figure). Pacing. Weirdly long sentences? Commas for DAYS.

I could go on.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I am a-OK attempting it in French/Spanish/Portuguese. It may not sound natural, but it will be correct. If I'm trying another language, I'll definitely get help! But I've got no problem with it.

18. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Harry Potter, Dramione specifically, and you'll never find a shred of it. I was like 12, and almost a decade later I figured out Hermione was much better off with Draco's mother.

19. What's your fav fic you've written so far?

DON'T MAKE ME CHOOOSE asdkljasdl I CAAANNN'TTTT

I mean, obviously Perhaps is one of them -- it is my baby, that has been established. I think Little Bumps in the Road is also up there, because it was just a random writing exercise that got out of hand, and honestly? I'm here for it. Andddd.... I GUESS I'll put A Valentine's Evening up there as well, because it was the first time I didn't second guess every word I wrote when posting smut. I just... felt it, went for it, wrote it, and it felt really, really good to release some of that into the world lol

WHEW, this was a long one! I'll be tagging @intheinkpot, @shadowdianne, @delirious-comfort, and @16-pennies because I am a curious bastard. But, as always, feel free to treat this as an open tag. Go nuts!

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SpiderCakes Masterlist

People have asked about masterlists before and I’m usually too lazy to make them but I decided I’d organize today so here goes! I’ve made the list according to the themes/ tropes of the fics I’ve written. Starker unless labeled otherwise. A lot of these are ABO and also something else but they’re labelled accordingly. Appropriate warnings are attached to each story.

The list is below the cut because its very long.

ABO

Confessions of a Slutty Omega- ABO AU in which Peter is a YouTuber and Tony watches his channel. More of a synopsis than an actual story.

Best Friend’s Kid: fic preview in which Tony is fucking his best friend’s kid.

Random ABO AU- based off this prompt: the first time Tony really holds Peter down with his entire weight as they fuck. Peter absolutely loves the loss of control.

Traditionalist Peter: older alpha Tony and young traditionst Peter in which Peter.

Another Random ABO AU: high school AU, based off this prompt: An Abo in which omegas when severally distressed emit an high pitched call that alerts their alpha.

Prep School AU: Big ‘ol pile of smut tbh.

Young Peter: based off this prompt- 16 yro omega!peter massaging tony's knot with his hands.

Bitchy Tony: fem!Omega!Tony and alpha!Peter where Tony is well known for being a real bitch to anyone who tries to court him.

Angst AU: based off this prompt: Tony is an alpha but Peter is a beta. They can’t be together as laws prevent alphas from mating with betas so they pine in silence.

Cheerleader!Peter Punk!Tony: HS AU cheerleader Peter and punk Tony, smut.

High School AU: what’s on the tin, including a little pining.

Slutty Peter AU: Peter is used to being in charge, but Tony takes over.

High School AU: fem!omega!Tony and alpha Peter.

Gossip Girl AU: Peter is surprised to find himself on a gossip blog he’s never heard of.

CNC Young Peter: 16 year old omega Peter and alpha mob boss Tony.

Married Tony: omega Tony is married unhappily to Justin Hammer and cheats with younger alpha Peter.

50′s AU: fem omega Tony and alpha Peter.

Heat Fic: Peter helps Tony through a heat.

Beauty Queen AU: beauty pageant AU with omega!Peter and alpha!Tony.

Playmate: omega Tony teaches omega Peter how to please an alpha. Intended as multichap but I have yet to write more.

Young!Peter: Tony needs to be married by 21 or he doesn’t inherit Stark Industries.

Tease Peter: best friend’s kid trope featuring Peter the tease.

High School AU: coy Peter makes Tony work for his attentions.

Intern: Tony takes an interest in his new omega intern.

Omega Run: Peter tries to outsmart the alphas only to get outsmarted by Tony.

Just The Tip

50′s AU- ABO also, based off this prompt: how about tony letting peter put just the tip in him as a reward, and they both like it so much they go all the way.

Young Peter- based off this prompt: Mmmm how about horny 16 yo Peter using the “just the tip” argument to convince guilty!Tony.

Late Bloomer Peter- based off this prompt: Omega!Peter is a very late bloomer. Neither he nor Tony realize Peter’s going into heat until it’s too late.

Just the Tip: ABO AU, dubcon, the one that started my fascination with this trope.

Teacher Student: This fit into like four categories on here but I put it here. Just the top with teacher Tony and student Peter.

Bratty Peter: ABO AU, based off this prompt:  maybe Peter is being a brat and says he wants to ride Tony but Peter teases him by only putting the tip in.

Half Asleep Peter: ABO AU, based off this prompt: Peter is half-asleep and Tony comes home late from work, Peter tells him he’s tired. Smut ensues.

Fic Ideas (feel free to adopt any of these!)

ABO fic Idea- Meant to be long form, may never get to.

Whatever this is- WinterIronSpider, mentions of incest.

Prep School Idea- definitely starker, more than likely would have included a lot of smut and drug use lol.

Bodyguard AU: half crack half serious.

WinterIronSpider: ABO WinterIronSpider idea.

Urban Fantasy AU: vampire!Peter and incubus!Tony.

Funky BDSM YouTube AU: Tony and Peter do BDSM demonstrations and occasionally themed episodes where they try to use holiday objects as like BDSM equipment.

Royal AU: Tony loves Peter, shouldn’t because blacksmiths can’t love princes.

Naive Peter: young very naive omega Peter who gets fucked by older alpha Tony.

Mob AU: Peter gets involved with Tony after he gets in over his head with Quentin.

Random AU: Peter has had a crush on Tony ever since May started working for the Starks.

Actor AU

Karma Got is Kiss for Me

Age Difference: fic snippet in which Peter, looking for a little adventure, runs into Tony.

Mob AU

Angelic Peter: ABO, based off this prompt: angelic little omega peter who mob boss or biker tony takes a liking to.

More Bratty Peter: based off this prompt: You can’t lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset.

Kidnapping AU:  Tony deliberately kidnaps Peter because he has no patience for domestic violence and is basically offended that Beck sucks.

Smol Omega Peter: ABO AU featuring jailbait Peter.

Prequel to Smol Omega Peter: How they met in the above fic.

Shifter AU: based off this prompt: shifter au where everyone has a designated animal as well as abo.

Heir to The Mob: high school ABO AU featuring Tony as heir to the mob boss throne.

Barely Legal!Peter: ABO featuring mob boss Tony with barely legal! Peter.

Kidnapped!Peter: Peter gets kidnapped, Tony does something about it.

Mob Boss Peter: ABO Peter sleeps with Tony to intentionally fuck with mob boss Steve, whom Tony is married to.

Kept!Peter: Tony finds Peter in trouble and saves him, then chooses to pamper the hell out of him.

Stripper!Peter: mob boss Tony favors Peter when he visits the club.

Bratty Peter: Tony has to leave to take care of some things, Peter doesn’t care for that and reacts badly.

Mob Boss Peter: mob boss Peter featuring subby Tony who adores him.

Baker!Peter: Tony stark is a well known mob boss and he meets and falls in love with Baker! Peter.

Figure Skater Peter: mob boss Tony takes a liking to figure skater Peter, marriage to Quentin Beck be damned.

Harassed!Peter: mob boss Tony sees Peter being harassed and steps in.

Soulmates: mob boss Tony didn’t think he had a soulmate.

Superior Iron Man

Merperson Peter: based off this prompt: Tony takes down a rival corporation and discovers a hidden aquarium where they have captive merman!Peter. 

Manipulative!Peter: based off this prompt:  SIM being manipulated by an evil and/or mischievous Peter?

SIM AU: SIM!Tony manipulates MCU!Peter into coming home to his dimension with him.

Kidnapped Peter: based off this prompt: SIM had kidnapped Peter from the MCU dimension to replace his Peter that was murdered- SIM uses Extremis to wipe Peter’s memories.

WinterIronSpider

Pre WIS AU- based off this prompt: Peter and Tony love each other but Peter is worried about his super strength when they fuck so Bucky steps in.

High!Peter AU: WinterIronSpider high!Peter and soft Dom Tony AU feat. Bucky, the Added Element.

CNC Fic Preview: badboy type Tony and cheerleader! Peter with a splash of Bucky in there too. Incomplete.

Taboo

Stepbrothers AU: ABO featuring jealous Tony and a dash of winterspider.

Sequel to Stepbrothers AU: more jealous Tony and a dash of spidershield.

Another Stepbrother AU: WinterIronSpider- Alpha Tony shares his omega step brother Peter with alpha Bucky. 

Age Difference: based off this prompt- Peter at a picnic with Tony, Peter in little daisy dukes or something similar and summery while eating watermelon.

Non-Con Politician AU: based off this prompt- Tony comes across something shameful the young, up and coming, idealistic politician peter parker has done in the past, and holds it over his head.

Teacher/Student

Tease!Peter: based off this prompt:  Peter’s flirting not so subtly and tony ignores it until peter shows up in a short skirt and he can’t take it anymore.

Established Relationship: Peter and Tony discuss the future. D/s elements, smut.

Bathroom Fun: pure smut.

BDSM

Across The Stars: WIP, Peter takes a job as Tony’s sub to pay Ben’s medical bills after he's shot and falls into a coma. I’m only tagging this one as it links to all the other chapters.

Dom!Peter: 5 part series in which omega Peter learns he has a thing for domination and alpha Tony learns he has a thing for submission. Incomplete.

Teacher/Student AU: based off this prompt: Teacher/student (maybe an established relationship) with a whole lot of teasing. Dom Peter.

Dom!Peter: based off this prompt: Tony’s had a really long and horrible week at work and just wants to be good?

Sub!Tony: Peter accidentally becomes Tony’s Dom.

Edging: Tony edges Peter within an inch of his life.

Dom!Peter: Tony meets Peter in a club.

Drabble: Dom Peter and subby Tony.

Met Online: wherein Peter and Tony met online and decided to recreate a fantasy or two.

Miscellaneous

Trans!Tony AU- exactly what it says on the tin, smut.

High School AU: Exactly what’s on the tin, with smut/ fem Peter.

Serial Killer AU: exactly what’s on the tin.

Exhibitionist!Peter: Tony isn’t looking forward to his trip home because he knows he’s just going to be compared to his brother Steve the whole time. Peter helps.

So Sorry, Mr. Stark: Rumor has it Tony hates being called ‘Mr. Stark’ but that’s not the real reason he doesn’t want anyone calling him that.

5+1 honeymoon AU- based on this prompt: 5+1 honeymoon in which they stop their honeymoon five times to save the world and one time that they do not.

Acolyte Peter: Tony needs a replacement for Pepper and she suggests Peter.

Sensitive!Peter: based off this prompt: Peter trying to top but he's too sensitive so he either has to stop or ends up finishing too fast. 

Rock Star Tony AU: exactly what's on the tin with a moodboard.

Wedding Fluff: exactly what it says on the tin.

Crack AU: Peter and Tony have been in an on again off again relationship since high school and they both happen to be in town for the same event.

Rabbi’s Nephew Peter: literally exactly what’s on the tin, preslash.

Spoiled Peter: exactly what’s on the tin.

WingFic: based off this prompt: a wing fic/soulmate AU where when you meet your mate, your wing colours combine so that you get your mates colours on your secondary feathers.

Zoom AU: Peter introduces his class to all his pets with funky names.

Vacation AU: Peter, Ned, and Liz all vacation in Italy before going off to college.

Bratty Peter: based on this prompt: bratty!Peter possibly with an over accommodating Tony?- in which Peter mostly only pretends to be a spoiled brat.

Diety!Peter: Tony is chosen as that years sacrifice to his village’s god by priest!Howard.

Urban Fantasy AU: urban fantasy starker AU featuring vampire!Tony.

Possessed!Peter: crack AU- Tony possessed Peter, Peter forces him to deal with the consequences. 

Sex Slave AU: Headcanons around what this would look like.

Witch!Tony Familiar!Peter: Exactly what’s on the tin.

Sequel to Witch!Tony Familiar!Peter: Tony want to propose.

Camping!AU: Tony fucks Peter against a tree.

Prompt!Fic: Peter teases Tony.

Umbrella Sharing: exactly what’s on the tin. Fluff.

Possessive!Tony: Peter teases possessive Tony and it goes in his favor.

Snowball Fight: Peter hits Tony with a snowball by accident and that’s how they meet.

Pop Star!Peter Rock Legend!Tony: exactly what it says on the tin.

Media: media outlets have a heyday with Tony’s new relationship with 22 year old Peter.

Dumped!Peter: Tony comforts Peter after he gets dumped.

Cat Burglar Peter: based off prompt: Peter is a famous cat burglar and Tony is a police officer trying to catch him.

College AU: fluff mostly.

High School AU: 3 part series in which punk Tony gets with seemingly innocent Peter. The last part is linked, but all three parts are attached to the third.

Sleepy Starker: fluff piece that’s exactly what’s on the tin.

Soulmates: you don’t see in color until you meet your soulmate.

Random AU: Peter is upset that Tony never seems to mention him on social media.

Non Powered AU: Peter’s friends are really confused on what his new job is.

Moodboards

Serial Killer!Peter Detective!Tony

A Star Is Born

Kept!Peter Mob Boss!Tony

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Hannibal Fic Recs

hiddenembers07: I’m new to the hannibal fandom so any recs for fics I would love to hear? 😊

Oh boy, do I ever. Firstly, let me point you to this list of “iconic hannibal recs” for a list format of the prominent fics in the fandom. I have not included any fics that are already on that list. Most of the fics listed here I’ve found by tag mining and creeping on people’s bookmark lists and they’re in no particular order. All are complete. So, enjoy!

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A Great and Gruesome Height by mokuyoubi (E | 115k) Post s3e13. Murder Husbands. This is a masterpiece. The writing is beautiful and entrancing. The plot is engaging and respectably tense without overshadowing the enthralling character and relationship development. The growth and malleability of both Will and Hannibal are shown in such a lovely way. Definitely a must read. 

Morphology (series) by Finely Honed (E | 93k) s1 AU. “Hannibal's fascination with Will prompts him to attempt the impossible—giving up killing in order to better explore the possibility of a relationship with Will. Easier said than done.“ This is beautifully written and wonderfully angsty while not being TOO much. Seriously can’t believe I haven’t read this before. Contains: murder family feels, excellent and unique characterizations, and lots of uhhh... smut. That's really good too.

On Through the Shallows by MajorEnglishEsquire (E | 33k) Post s3e13. “Hannibal has decided to want dog hair and mechanic's grease and damp sheets. Or, rather, he's decided he doesn't much mind cleaning those up. He needed someone to fuck him up. He fucked Will up and he wants to get fucked up right back.” Will works through the limbo between the moral man he was before and the free one he is becoming. Hannibal works on sucking colorful bruises onto Will’s neck.

Odalisque (series) by drinkbloodlikewine & whiskeyandspite (E | 231k) Murderous Rent Boy!Will & uhhh... normal Hannibal. Underage warning. “There’s something deeply decadent about it, defiling such a luminous vehicle with something so cheap as smoke. The irony isn’t lost on Will as he slides across the velvet-soft lambskin leather seat. As far as could be from anyone who regularly visits this place, for these reasons. Slumming it. Not quite your typical rentboy situation.” What is there to say? Will is an underage serial killer with a rent-boy cover. Hannibal is Hannibal. They pick each other out as marks but they can’t quite kill each other. Kink ensues. Also, the development across this series is the most memorable thing about it, all kink aside (and there is a lot of it).

Faded Fantasy (and sequel) by Phenobarbital (E | 232k) Post s3e13. Slow Burn. “Hannibal navigates his way through Will's heterosexuality...” Okay. This is AWESOME. I feel like this was written specifically for me. It’s long as FUCK, but it’s ALL relationship development. It’s literally just >200k of pining and romancing and sexual tension and Hannibal being so incredibly smitten with Will that it’s painful for him. This deserves so much more clout. Literally, cannot recommend this journey of a fic enough. When their trust develops, it’s very rewarding.

As soft, as wide as air by BlackKnightSatellite (E | 191k) Post s3e13. Murder Husbands. Dark. Slow burn. A story of becoming in three acts. Beautifully written - poetic even. Plot driven without neglecting the necessary and heavy character development. This is a tragedy, not for Hannibal and Will, but for every mere mortal who has touched them. Will and Hannibal here burn bright and hot like a dying star, suspended in time. My descriptions aren’t usually this florid, but this epic truly deserves it. Will here is an avenging angel of hell, and Hannibal is as manipulating and devoted as he’s ever been. The pacing and plot are reminiscent of the show, and it’s lovely. Well worth reading. MCD warning does NOT apply to Hannibal or Will.

Daydreamer and the Shadow Man (series) by HigherMagic (E | 169k) “After Garrett Jacob Hobbs, Will can't reconcile Abigail's death. He's done - with all of it. He needs to escape, to return to the only place he has ever felt safe and wanted. That place ends up being a sleepy town on the other side of the Chesapeake Bay, where he spent one summer as a child, exchanging riddles and letters with his dearest friend: the Shadow Man.” This is BEAUTIFUL!! There’s identity porn, Dark/Semi-Dark Will, extremely devoted Hannibal, and so so so much love in this story. Please note there are strong themes of stalking/grooming in case that’s a trigger for you.

The First Condition of Immortality is Death by OneHandedBooks (E | 92k) Hannibal’s heart stopped for the first time after he’d dragged himself and Will out of the frigid ocean onto the rocky shore at the bottom of the bluff. Slow Burn. Lovely, poignant, emotional! Very atmospheric. Will and Hannibal heal from their fall. They take a boat to the Caribbean. <-- That’s all I have in my AO3 notes, but I actually find myself thinking about this fic all the time. I’ve read so many fics that are post 3x13, but this one and it’s little details still stand out to me.

Two Solitudes by emungere (E | 54k) Wonderful, intimate, and tender. Beautifully written and honest. Will cares for Hannibal after the cliff. They escape to Canada together, and they learn to trust and fit together. I’m always a bitch for survival/wilderness fics, and this scratches that itch.

The Infinitives Series by InfiniteCrisis (E | 93k) Post s3e13. Dark AF. An incredible take on Sub!Hannibal and Dom!Will. Will makes a cruel, cruel Dom here and some of this feels pretty fucked up, even for me. It works out though and I've read this through multiple times. PLEASE read the warnings though.

Veins As Fine As Rabbit Hair by lovetincture (E | 42k) “He also knows what Hannibal’s offering, and it’s not just anything. It's love and murder, pain and comfort, all of it mixed together in equal quantities and no way to have one without the other.” A slow burn and slow story (in such a good way). Will and Hannibal, after the fall. Very beautifully written, and their relationship growth is wonderful.

Authors that I love everything I’ve read by: HigherMagic // Whiskeyandspite // stratumgermanitivum // drinkbloodlikewine  // everybreathagift

Fics that I’ve loved enough to read aloud: “A Gentler Ending” by @damnslippyplanet​ // “daylight savings” by thebeespatella (@the-bees-patella) // “Pochée” by ElloPoppet (@lizabethl)

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Find more fic recommendations lists by myself and others  on my fanfiction blog here! Also check out my bookmarks on AO3!

I have SO many more fics that I love, so feel free to drop by my inbox if you need more reccomendations! This is just a very very very small sampling.

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Writerfest - Joey’s Interrogation

Tagged by the lovely @thewriterinthecottage , who really wanted to pick my brain and see what kind of writer I am so we can compare notes

Fandom: I’ve written for a few different fandoms in the past; but as of right now, my focus is on Bungou Stray Dogs. I’m not much of a fandom-hopper when it comes to creating content, so you won’t find me juggling a lot of fandoms at once because it’s easy for me to lose track of things that way.

Where do you post? I post on Twitter, Tumblr, AO3 and sometimes my Kofi page. All of those links are in my blog description. Twitter is more for experimental writing and whatever floats my boat, my Tumblr audience gets the best content I curated from my Twitter writing, AO3 gets the best content from both Tumblr and Twitter, and Kofi is there for me to post some wholesome stuff occasionally. So if you want to participate in polls and vote for wacky shenanigans or writing challenges you want me to do, Twitter is my sandbox in that regard while the other platforms get my more polished stuffs.

Most Popular Oneshot: For the BSD fandom, my most popular oneshot was an odazai smut I wrote back in April called Hold Me A Little Closer. I was stressed with my creative writing professor at the time and pretty much wrote this story because I wanted to create something that I wanted to create. I was sick and tired of his assignments and pretty much fueled all of my pent-up creativity and into this lovely oneshot that many of y’all have enjoyed :’3

Most Popular Multichap: For the BSD fandom, I don’t really have one. For fandoms that I’m no longer a part of, I have a few.

Favorite Story Written So far: Hands down, it has to be the grueling and very monostorious fic I wrote back in August for Oda - called Savor The Moment. As of right now, it’s the longest BSD project I’ve ever published and it’s at a whopping 12.5k ish. Oda is one of my favorite characters from the series and what inspired this story was my fascination for Dark Era, my fascination for Oda’s past and where he came from before joining the Mafia, my fascination with his relationship with the kids, the curry shop owner and Dazai, and my love for writing about the weather and food. I wrote, rewrote, edited, and revised this story in the span of a month and of everything I’ve written, you could tell how much love I had for this project and for what I was doing. It’s not an easy read by any means and you definitely have to take your time with it because it dives into light and heavy themes, but it’s a worthwhile read if you really love what I mentioned and want to see how I flesh out Oda.

Fic you were nervous to post: Anything regarding physical intimacy because I don’t get it, but I find it fascinating. As an autistic biroace, exploring physical intimacy through writing is an interesting endeavour and I do believe it shapes how I approach a lot of the relationship writing that I do and what I tend to gravitate towards when I write how comfortable characters are with each other and when they share some sweet or indulgent moments. I wouldn’t say I’m nervous, per se - but as someone who’s exploring topics like this through my own perspective and what resonates with me, it does make me wonder how people not like me perceive it. If that makes sense.  

How do you choose titles: I’m not ashamed to admit that I wander through Goodreads and see what titles are being published, find a few that I like, take the elements that I do like, and mesh something together that I find fitting for a story. I like looking at published books for inspiration for titles to see what the trends are and how other writers do it. Sometimes, I’ll use phrases or lines of dialogue from my fic as the title if I find it fitting or I literally use the theme or main message of the story as the title.

Do you outline? I outline enough to know the rules of my story so I can figure how I want to break them (if it’s a multi-chapter project), and I outline enough to at least know the beginning of a story so I can start writing. I struggle with beginnings so knowing how I want to start makes things easier for me. Sometimes I’ll draft what the general path of the story will be, but I always deviate when I’m actually writing because I’m a discovery writer and through the act of writing, I have a much better grasp of what the story wants to be. I don’t care if I deviate a whole lot or if I have to rewrite what I’ve written. To me, that’s just part of my process and I embrace that. I find that I enjoy writing a lot more when I’m loose about these things because that’s where my experimental style really thrives.

Complete: Ever since April of 2020, I’ve made a goal of publishing one fic onto AO3 per month. That’s why I’ve been a productive fic writer this year despite the world going to shit and the Hell that is remote learning. More than anything, that goal has taught me a lot of things about myself that I didn’t know and it’s helped me fall back in love with writing and in me figuring out why I write and what I want to write. Since April of 2020, I’ve posted 18 works onto my AO3 and many more on my Twitter and Tumblr. Ranging from drabbles to ficlets to oneshots and poetry!

In-progress: I’m currently working on a writing challenge that my Twitter followers voted on, and it’s an AU where Oda and Dazai left the Mafia together and burned the belongings that indoctrinated them into the organization -- Dazai burns his overcoat while Oda burns a pair of sunglasses (reference to his original character design where he wore sunglasses ToT). Another fic I’m working on this month is transcribing a poem I wrote in October and making it a full-fledged fic! Once again, it revolves around Oda and Dazai. However this time, they’re an established and domestic couple who’re snuggling under a blanket as winter encroaches upon their futon. That’s a feel-good fic and I’m all for it!

Coming Out Soon/Not Started: I have a TBW (to be written) list that I don’t want to reveal just yet since those fics will come out in 2021, but I can tell you that they’re intricate character studies and of me exploring different relationships and dynamics that may’ve occurred while in canon :3c

Prompts: I fulfilled 10 kiss prompts that I received in October and finished the last one earlier this week or a week ago. With the holidays approaching and with me wanting to finish some stories before 2020, I’m afraid I won’t be taking on any more prompts for this year. However, if you want to prompt me something for me to think about, my Tumblr ask is always open for that or you can participate in my random and occasional Twitter polls where you get to pick what I do for a story.

Upcoming Work Most Excited About: I have a soukoku WIP that I wrote back in September. The first draft is complete. It just needs a lot of rewriting and edits. But when I’m done, that’ll be my longest published work for the fandom. Why this excites me is because it’s the only time I’ll ever write a main pair fic that’s 20k+ in word count and knowing how this fandom views soukoku, I’m interested in what engagement would be like compared to me writing for my OTP and just experience what that’s like.

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Caught Between the Two of You | Richie Tozier x Female Reader / Pennywise x Female Reader

A/N: Listen, I’m definitely going to hell for all of this. This is the oddest love triangle I’ve ever written, but I just couldn’t overlook Bill Skarsgård. Next chapter will be exclusively Richie smut, because Bill Hader. (maybe I should add that there’s no clown sex here)

Pairing: Richie Tozier/Female Reader, Pennywise/Female Reader

Summary: You own the Derry Town House and are caught off guard by a group of friends who check-in. You get closer than anticipated with one of them.

Warnings: explicit language, smut, unprotected sex

Word Count: 3,617

Find chapter one here if you want to refresh your memory or haven’t read it already...

   Chapter 2

It was as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over you. It’s something worse than a serial killer, something evil. You should have known then, should have guessed that he was referring to this eons-old entity. This was what they were afraid of. Pennywise, who had been a part of your life for almost as long as you could remember. There had been a time when you had been vulnerable, when he had looked after you, had cared for you.

When you were only just a little girl, Pennywise had been awoken by you. His sleep had only lasted a few years when you had set something in motion that had shaken the very ground of Derry. Something strong enough to awaken a creature that was hungry for children’s tender flesh.

Pennywise had been the one to find you. Drool had been dripping from his crimson lips when he saw you, sitting amidst the bodies—those small fragile bodies, bones contorted, blood dripping from eyes, noses, mouths. It had been terrible. A nightmare come true.

That day, those bullying children had died because of you. Because of a power that had slumbered inside of you. A power that had only decided to stir when you had been in dire need of help. Children had always been able to tell that there was something different about you, something off. Adults had never seemed to notice, they only ever saw the sweet innocent child of a well-established, happy couple.

When you had just started kindergarten, your mother fell sick to a mysterious illness. Once she had succumbed to it, you had felt a strange sensation wash over you like a ruthless wave. But you could only tread water for so long until you sunk, dragged deeper and deeper by a forceful undertow. A power you still hadn’t fully understood.

Pennywise could have eaten you that day—maybe he should have eaten you that day—but he had been delighted by this little creature that had been cursed with something he found too fascinating to demolish.

Ever since that day, he had stayed with you. Hidden in shadows, under your bed, following you silently; the clown had always been there. With him, you had learned to subdue whatever it was that existed inside you. Over time, he had taught you how to turn that burning wildfire into a small, manageable ember. The blood on your own hands had always kept you from urging him to find another sustenance than human flesh. No one could guess that for you, to ease your conscience, he chose his prey wisely: the children that had gone missing had been terminally ill, the adults were molesters, murderers or other vile creatures.

After all these years, after all that had happened, you were bound to one another in ways neither of you dared to question. Mutual respect and fascination had kept you both alive and one fateful night, you had been bold enough to ask him what he looked like underneath that costume. Everything had changed once you had seen his preferred human form, had seen the beautiful man that still stood before you now. A man, you had grown to desire more than anything else. Or so you thought.

“Why have you waited until now to ask them to come back to you?” you asked, honestly curious. Pennywise shrugged, the movement easy and elegant. “I wanted them to believe that they had defeated me.”

They had been children. They had fought him when they were nothing but children. Pennywise had chosen this moment specifically to call them back home. He wanted to play with them, play with them like a feral cat with its prey. Just because he had nothing better to do.

“What do you want with him—with them?” You needed to hear it, no matter how much it horrified you.

His mouth curled up in a demonic grin and he slipped his hands into his pockets, sauntering towards you with lethal grace. “Would you mind if I kill him? If I eat him? Slowly?”

Your mouth went dry and you swallowed the lump in your throat. This was not just a question. It was a promise and a warning all at once.

Maybe it was time to put another player on the field. Even if it was just to keep a group of strangers from giving their life for something that was beyond their control. This was no longer their weight to carry—it had become yours. And you would gladly carry it.

“I want you to spare him, to spare them all.” You willed yourself not to break his stare.

“Not after what he just did to you,” Pennywise stated matter-of-factly, his eyes wandering over you slowly, territorially. “Why? How did that make you feel?” He grabbed your chin gently, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a ghost of a touch.   A lover’s touch. It felt as if your heart would jump out of your chest as you waited for him to say something. “Seeing you with him…” Pennywise paused and sucked on his teeth. “You can have anyone but him.”

You scoffed and swatted his hand away decidedly. “See, you’re lying. I can’t have anyone, now can I?” For a split second, his eyes turned yellow, revealing just how furious he was.

In all those years, he had never touched you. It was as if your feelings for him went unheeded, bouncing off an adamant wall. As you had gotten older, you had taken a string of lovers that had never been able to truly fill that void inside of you—until tonight. Richie had sparked a desire inside of you that had been similar to the need you felt for Pennywise.

Oh, the irony of it.

“Don’t test me, my sweet girl,” he hissed. With the ferocity of a snake, his fingers curled around your throat. “Then tell me what you came here for… Tell me it’s me,” you demanded, enjoying this rough handling a little too much. His grip loosened and you grinned triumphantly. Just because he had never given in to your temptation didn’t mean that he was unaffected by it.

“The way I see it I could just ask them all to leave. Maybe I will leave with them. You’re bound to this place. I’m not. Don’t ever forget that,” you reminded him. “Kill Richie Tozier or any of his friends and I will leave you. I dare you.”

Eyes turned yellow again and he pushed you up against the wall, the force of it knocking down a mirror which shattered on the floor. “Do you want to know what they’re talking about? What he is talking about? They want to kill me.” Pennywise leaned in, close enough to share breath. “Would you want me to die, [Y/N]?”

“Would you want me to leave?” you countered. His full lips pressed into a hard line. “Give me a reason to stay. Give me a reason to let that man leave by himself, while I stay here. With you. After all, it was you who called these people here. This might be your game, Pennywise, but you’re not playing it alone anymore. I’m right there with you, with all of you. And I think I’ve chosen my alliance. Enough innocent lives have ended because of us.”

His nostrils flared delicately. Rage, he was consumed by pure rage, those yellow eyes burning straight through you. “Remember what I’m capable of.” Remember the Deadlights.

“Remember that it was I who awoke you. I’m not that helpless child anymore, Pennywise. I’m not without my own weapons and I’m not scared of you.” He licked his lips and for a second you thought he might finally kiss you. Instead, his lips moved to your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he whispered, “Sometimes I think I may have taught you too well. This is only just the beginning. Let’s play.”

Just when you pulled in a breath to retort something, he disappeared, leaving you behind.

Pennywise hadn’t just left you because he wanted to leave you when you craved him most—he had left because someone had heard the shattering mirror. Richie was knocking on the door furiously, calling your name. You took a deep, steadying breath before letting him in.

“Are you okay?” he asked, eyes scanning the surroundings frantically. Nothing in your home would suggest that you were connected to Pennywise in any way. No one had ever seen you two together, not even in his human form. He had always made sure of that.

“I’m clumsy that’s all,” you assured him, “I knocked a mirror off the wall.” You made a mental note to keep the windows closed in the future, even if you knew that it was Pennywise who had assured that Richie would hear noises from your home. He wanted him to come over here so he could keep a close eye on you both.

“I take it that you’re checking out of your room after all?” Richie followed your gaze to the duffle bag in his hand. “If you would have me?” he asked, a sweet smile on his lips that melted Pennywise’s phantom touch away immediately. Instead of answering his question, you just kissed him. “Thank goodness, because I really didn’t want to pay for those ridiculous room rates.” He sighed with exaggerated relief.

“Who says you don’t have to pay for staying here?” you asked with an arched eyebrow. “Something tells me you’re not referring to money.” His throat bobbed and the bag fell to the ground with a soft thud. “Clever boy. I hope you’re not too tired yet.”

When you had lead Richie into your bedroom, you realized that the mirror was intact and hanging in its usual spot again. Your opponent was still here, hiding somewhere, too curious and too controlling to leave you be.

“How about you settle in while I freshen up real quick?” you suggested. It was time to tell this clown that he needed to leave for the night—your house was not big enough for this.

You sat on the edge of the tub, eyes staring into nothingness. “You need to get out. Now. I’m busy tonight.”

Unexpectedly, you could feel rising steam warm your back as if the tub was filled with another hot bath. Frowning, you looked over your shoulder, only to find a lovely specimen of man lying in your bathtub. Stark naked, not an inch of his delicious body obscured.

“Something tells me you want me to stay,” Pennywise purred and rested his hand on your thigh, the thin fabric of your dress soaking through immediately. “Don’t touch me. You had your chance earlier. Get out.” Determined, you rose—enjoying the view as you looked down on him. Wet hair hanging into his face, damp skin making his cheekbones appear razor-sharp, a body shaped to perfection. Every part of it.

“What part of ‘get out’ didn’t you understand, Pennywise?” you checked and pulled the stopper. Maybe your lust for him would wash down the drain, along with the water.

A muscle in his jaw feathered and he sat up, looking at you with a pout. “Your body betrays you.” There was no need for him to point that out, so you just gave him a look of annoyance.

“Yes, but someone else will take care of my needs tonight. Just imagining what Richie Tozier could do to me now that we have all night together turns me on more than you ever have,” you teased and a realization hit you. Pennywise had never seen you naked.

“Let’s play, old friend.” You bit your lip and shrugged off the cardigan. The eons-old creature blinked slowly, not entirely sure what he was about to witness. Why hadn’t you thought about this before?

“I think…I think I want him to caress my breasts first. I want him to take his sweet time, to graze my nipples with his teeth. I want him to mark my body with bites and bruises.” You pushed down the straps of your dress and let it fall to the floor, the fabric pooling around your ankles. Pennywise swallowed hard, blue eyes eating up every detail of your body—every curve, every freckle, every birthmark.

“He won’t have to be gentle with me,” you breathed, letting your fingers dance over your skin, “I want him to make me scream his name tonight. First, when his fingers slip into me, when his tongue tastes me. Then, when he fucks me. Hard. In whatever way he pleases. Because tonight, I’m his. Only his.”

Pennywise’s eyes turned yellow again and you looked down at him victoriously when you noticed that your words had had other effects on him too.

“Get out. Or I’ll make sure we put on a show for you tonight. Admit your defeat, I won this round. We can play again tomorrow.”

“This isn’t over,” he hissed at you, slowly fading before your eyes until he was gone. And this time, he wasn’t hiding anywhere in your house but had retreated to his lair for good.

You didn’t bother to put anything back on when you walked back into the bedroom, barefoot and hips swaying with confidence. Richie was sitting on your bed, flipping through a book when his eyes looked up briefly. He double-checked when he realized you stood before him in nothing but your birthday suit.

“You, Richie Tozier, make me do things that I shouldn’t,” you said and took the book from his hands, throwing it to the ground. “What, are you quoting Ariana Grande now?” he asked drily. You shrugged, straddling him. “I’m more of a dangerous woman than you might think.”

He didn’t have to know what dangers you were capable of. Not yet, not now. “Now stop ruining this moment with pop culture references,” you breathed against his lips before kissing him deeply, “I want you to have me whichever way you want.”

“Whichever way I want?” he checked, his lust-clouded eyes only adding to your arousal. You nodded. “Whichever way you want. I’m yours, body and soul. Defile me, caress me, use me. I don’t care, I just want you.”

That night you fell asleep from utter exhaustion, wrapped in his strong arms protectively.

   The next morning came too soon. You dared a peek through your eyelashes, at Richie’s naked body dipped in the rays of the burning morning sun that fell through the curtains. A content smile spread on your face and as you stretched lazily you felt sore from last night.

No past lover had ever made you feel the things that you had felt with Richie last night. It had been marvelous, every second of it—and you could barely wait for more. However, your wish for morning sex would have to wait for a little longer because your lover was still fast asleep. His breathing was so calm and even that you didn’t as much as press a kiss onto his skin before you tiptoed into the bathroom.

You hurried through your morning routine and while you waited for the water to run hot in the shower, you inspected your bruises and lovebites. Richie hadn’t been too rough with you last night and you knew that some of the bruises were from Pennywise. As that realization sunk in, you grimaced. You much rather wanted to focus on that very generous lover that was snoozing in your bed. Pennywise would find you sooner rather than later anyway.

Steam was already clouding the glass of the shower when you stepped under the water, savoring the warmth. After you had washed your hair and body, you stood, eyes closed, imagining what Richie would do to you once he had woken up. You felt like a love-struck, hormonal teenager.

He wanted you to meet his friends today. But that was later—you still had a little time until then. There was still a little time until Pennywise would be on everyone’s lips, until you had to seriously consider when you would have to reach into that deep well of power inside of you. Either to help those friends or to—

“Keep your eyes closed,” Richie said unexpectedly, cold air licking over your body when the shower door was opened. “Turn around for me, put your hands against the wall.” The instructive edge in his voice made your skin tingle with anticipation.

A finger brushed down the length of your spine, sending a shiver through you. Arms reached around you and a kiss was pressed against your shoulder. Far too willingly, you tipped your head to the side, allowing him access to your neck. Hands wandered over your curves brazenly as he kissed your neck. Skillful fingers pinched your nipples, coaxing a moan from you. A needy knot formed in your belly and you craved for his touch to wander down.

“Spread your legs for me. Let me feel you,” he instructed. Even though you were almost overwhelmed by arousal, his words seemed odd. Richie hadn’t been so dominant last night. This was…different.

Your eyes flashed open and you whirled around. “You filthy shapeshifter,” you hissed and shoved Pennywise away from you. A smirk appeared on his wicked lips. Lips you had wished to kiss you for so long.

“I told you we would play today. Don’t act surprised.” He chuckled and reached out to push against one of his bruises, the dull pain reminding you of his words. “I must admit, when I saw you, truly saw you last night…I desired you.” He licked his lips, hunger burning in those ancient, cunning eyes. “Do you still want me to play with you? To play this game?”

Suddenly, you felt the urge to turn the water on cold. Should you tell him off? Should you give away your loyalty just like that?

“Yes.” The word blurted out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. “Yes, I want you to play this game with me.”

“Good girl,” Pennywise purred and cupped your face, “I will show you now how only I can make you feel. I will give you a reason to rethink that alliance.” His lips finally met yours in a sensuous kiss that made you burn like the wildfire you had learned to subdue.

You allowed your arms to snake up around his neck, pulling him closer to you, relishing in the sensation of his warm skin pressed against yours as water poured over you both.

As he kissed you deeply and thoroughly, a hand dipped between your legs, brushing against your throbbing core. Oh, how you wanted this.

“What would you like me to do first?” he asked and you could only moan when his finger slipped inside of you. Grateful for his support, you didn’t reply at first but just savored how he explored you for the first time. You angled your hips slightly, grinding yourself against his touch, wanting more—needing more. “Do you want me to finish you like this? Or do you want something else?” He just wanted to hear you beg him for more. “I want you to—” You pulled in a breath when he started to rub your clit with his thumb. Such clever, clever hands.

“Your wish is spelled out in your head. Ask me to fulfill that wish,” he urged, rubbing harder. “Please,” you finally panted, “Please.”

Pennywise removed his hand and licked his fingers clean of you. “Then turn around. And put those hands against the wall.” This time, you did as instructed. Hands held onto your hips when he finally thrusted into you deeply. His size made you yelp with pleasure. “Is this how you imagined it to be?” he asked as you adjusted to every glorious inch of him.

No, this was better. So much better.

“Tell me,” he urged as he eased out of you only to push into you, harder this time. “You feel better than I imagined,” you admitted and moaned as he found a rhythm, pounding in and out of you mercilessly.

You might have cursed his shapeshifting abilities before, but as he moved you learned to appreciate them. He could fill you in ways that shouldn’t be possible, creating friction that drove you crazy. A well-known sensation started to build inside of you and you prepared yourself for a violent orgasm.

When it finally crashed over you, your eyes rolled back, and it took all of your self-control to not call out his name in pleasure. Pennywise slammed into you one more time until he found his own release, his chest pressed against your back.

“Let me know when you need another wish fulfilled,” he whispered into your ear before he moved away from you, as if completely unfazed by what had just happened. “Remember this today. Remember this when you’re with him.” You were still catching your breath, leaning against the slick tiles of the shower when you realized he had disappeared again. With shaky limbs, you allowed yourself to sink onto the floor. You barely registered that the bathroom door opened.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Richie said and leaned in the doorframe nonchalantly. “While you seemed to enjoy that shower just fine without company, make sure to invite me next time.”

Yes, you would invite him next time—you would try to invite him anywhere you went. Because otherwise he and his friends might not get out of Derry alive. And you might get lost in a tangle you could never free yourself from.

Read Chapter 3 here.

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[kurokoros]

Smut in Fandom Spaces: Taboos and Why People Write Them

Okay, two people said they wanted my thoughts on why taboo subjects are becoming more popular in fandom smut circles (and in the porn industry as a whole) and that’s good enough for me!

Warning: this post is going to discuss topics NSFW such as porn, rape/assault, dubious consent, incest, and pedophilia. Everything will be under a read-more, but I still want people to be aware of that if they decide to continue reading.

I’m going to preface this post by saying this post isn’t to insult anyone who does write about taboo topics. Personally, I don’t like it. I won’t read fics that romanticize certain topics. And while I’m not a morality purist by any means, I do think that incest and dramatic age-gaps shouldn’t have such a large presence in fandom spaces. That being said, I do understand why those fics have become popular to write, at least to a certain extent, and I, myself, have also upped the ante when it comes to writing smut fics.

I get it.

The presence of taboos in smut fics and the porn industry as a whole, are a direct result of porn becoming more readily available to people. I wouldn’t even call porn an open secret anymore, because there’s nothing secret about it in this year 2020. I’ve watched porn. Most of my friend’s have watched porn. My younger sibling has probably also watched porn at some point. It’s easily accessible, and so long as your mom and employer don’t know about it, no one really cares who does or doesn’t watch it.

I’ve been reading smut for the better part of a decade, maybe longer, but definitely younger than I should have been while reading it. At that time, AO3 was still getting off the ground, tumblr was still pretty quiet when it came to fandom spaces, and FanFiction.net was still the primary place a lot of people were reading fics. FF.net was, and still is, a smut purist website. I was there for the fandom explicit content purges. I saw all of the fics that were removed because they had even the smallest hint of smut.

At the time, writing even super vanilla smut on FF.net felt like you were doing something scandalous. I don’t think I ever read something more hardcore than “Character A ties up Character B” on FF.net, but that isn’t to say the smut wasn’t incredibly explicit. Harder kinks just weren’t necessary when you were already flirting with trouble just by writing basic smut. Most fandoms had maybe one or two big name fans (BNFs) who wrote smut, or were at least well known for writing smut, even if other members of the fandom did as well. These BNFs could write more softcore smut and still be hailed as “smut queens” simply because they were the only ones writing smut with any kind of frequency.

In my experience, this continued until about circa 2013-2014 when tumblr and A03 started to become bigger writing platforms than FF.net was at the time.

So, writers make their move to Tumblr and AO3 where explicit fics were and still are allowed to openly circulate in fandom spaces. For the first time, people are able to share their smut with no restraints. What used to be one or two BNF smut writers becomes a dozen. Everyone is writing smut because now it’s normal and there’s no real sense of shame in doing so. You get smut requests in your inbox. Your smut fics get more hits and kudos than your SFW fics. People just really like to read and write smut.

In fact, writing and reading smut becomes so normal that suddenly people aren’t getting the same feeling of taboo or shame when they post a fic or read about Character A tying down Character B anymore. You need something a little more extreme than that.

I can’t say for certain if the rise in non-con/dub-con smut came before BDSM leaning fics became popular, or after, but I know that seeing non-con/rape fantasy fics was definitely a huge shock when I first saw them in fandom spaces. It was the most scandalous thing ever to 16-17 year old me who was probably still too young to be reading smut fics to begin with. And you know what? Those fics were always pretty popular, especially on AO3. I didn’t get it. I definitely made anti posts about it back in the day. And now that I’m twenty-three and seen some shit in fandoms, I kind of get it.

Yes, I have read non-con/dub-con fics. Yes, I do still think rape isn’t something that should ever be romanticized. That being said, I do kind of understand the appeal. Not enough to ever write a non-con fic or rec one to people, but I do get it to some degree. A lot of non-con smut reads more like dom/sub smut with a powerplay aspect, but written by people who don’t give a shit about writing aftercare.

(Note: this is not me saying non-con smut falls under the category of BDSM smut, I’ve just noticed that there are some similarities I’ve noticed in the way they’re written.)

So, non-con becomes a popular smut sub-genre. It’s controversial. It gets people notes. People start to feel that little burst of shame again whenever they click post on that rape fantasy fic or consider clicking on that dub-con fic they keep seeing in the tags.

You know what else was popular around this time? That’s right: rape fetish porn.

Okay, so non-con smut gets popular and over-saturates the smut pool. People don’t feel quite so dirty for reading non-con anymore. The fics don’t necessarily lose their appeal, but it’s not as shocking to see them anymore. You see a non-con fic, sigh, and move on with your life because that’s just how fandoms are now.

Non-con just isn’t as taboo as it was before, so fandoms have to move onto the next thing. Again, I don’t know if adult/child smut was more popular before or after incest smut, but I think it was adult/child. I haven’t read any of it. I don’t want to. I think large age-gaps are gross and they’re a huge squick of mine. My parents were nine years apart in age, I’m allowed to say that.

So adult/child smut starts getting popular. Again, this plays into power dynamics. People could just write dom/sub fics instead, but I guess those just aren’t shocking enough for people, or BDSM is still seen as weird (even though people are literally writing about teachers fucking their students, but whatever), so instead we get age-gaps and unhealthy power-dynamics instead. Loli characters in anime are a huge part of this. Student/teacher, dad/babysitter, etc are popular categories on pornhub.

Oh, but what about when age-gaps stop being shocking to people? Boom. Incest. Incest is the new popular taboo subject in smut, porn, and general media. Most of the big ships in Game of Thrones have some level of incest (I blame GOT and that fandom for incest becoming popular in fandom spaces, but that’s just me). Jon/sa are cousins raised as siblings. Jon/arys are aunt/nephew. It was present in Star Wars when people were so sure that Rey and Kylo Ren were cousins, but people were shipping them anyway. “Incest” porn is probably the most popular category on pornhub right now.

By now you guys know where this is going.

People don’t read/write smut fics about non-con, age-gaps, and incest because they’re actually into those taboo things, they just want the shame and “dirty” feelings that come with them. Fandom spaces went from leaving everyone so repressed that some heavy petting was enough for people to get off on, and now there’s so much smut available that now people have to resort to some of the most inexcusable things in order to get that same rush.

I’ve noticed in a lot of fandom spaces recently that you’ll have large groups of smut writers that are all friends, and they seem to try to out kink one another with their fics, pushing boundaries until suddenly people are writing rape, or borderline pedophilia, or incest fics that get super popular.

And you know what, I’ve been guilty of this myself. I haven’t written any of the things I’ve talked about here, but I’ve definitely written kinkier fics with the sole purpose of having them be a little shocking. Fandoms are a very slippery slope when it comes to what’s acceptable. And it is so easy to want to push those boundaries because you know you’ll get a reaction if you do.

I’m not quite sure how to end this rant/analysis, but this is my experience with fandom and what I’ve seen over the last decade of participating in fandoms. Over time, you become desensitized to some of the “nastier” aspects of shipping and smut, and I think it’s kind of fascinating to look at the way things snowball. Things like non-con and incest are less about actually romanticizing the horrible things that happen to actual people, and more about feeling that shame people used to get while reading smut on their family computer back in the day. That’s my takeaway on all of this.

If you got this far, thank you for bearing with my thoughts!

[mininky]

Nefarious Intentions

Summary: Life sometimes sucks. You’ve been stuck in that strange world that is adulting, questioning everything about life as you’ve gradually grown harder and harder to everything until one bland date brings you to a small record store and you meet him. Min Yoongi. In his very words, ‘not a good guy’ but he’s just too tempting to ignore. And safe, careful, planner you finds yourself wrapped up in the storm that is Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Smut, possibly the longest sex scene I have ever written, with bits of introspective romance?? I guess?

Word Count: 15.2K

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (F giving and receiving), spanking, a hell of a lot of dirty talk, and as always from me, plenty of swearing.

A/N: This isn’t complete. You’ve been warned. It doesn’t leave off on like...a cliffhanger or anything, but I’ve had this bad boy sitting around for ages and I’m just too busy to finish any of my projects at the moment but a lovely friend of mine reminded me about this particular bad boy Yoongi fic and I felt that I owed all of y’all who’s stuck around my very long bouts of radio silence a holiday present. Merry Christmas, you filthy animals.

   You can still clearly remember the first time you fell in love. It wasn't anything amazing or special, it wasn't some wonderful whirlwind romance always portrayed in stories and movies. But you can remember the butterflies, the way your skin warmed uncomfortably any time you held hands, the way your breathing grew uneven just from the smallest of hugs or stolen glances. Soft kisses when others weren't looking would send your head into the clouds. You can also remember the heartache, the way it felt as though everything had come crashing down when he moved on and you were stuck trying to pick up the pieces of your life. But you would eventually, and if there's anything that you've learned as you've gotten older it's that love changes entirely. Not just with each partner but also with wisdom. Where you once could talk about the innocence of love now it was sex, marriage, children, careers, half-assed dates, trying to decide if you could see yourself living with that person or if the relationship wasn't going anywhere after just a few months.

   Love used to just be. It just came one day, crept into your heart like a thief in the night but instead of taking anything it just took up space. Ahhh, what a way to live. Youth holds far more innocence than people realize. Growing up is a pain, the world becomes crueler and you start analyzing everything instead of just living. When did that happen? When did love become a strategic game rather than just an effervescent thing swirling around in the depths of your soul? When did you start worrying so much about keeping up with others around you?

   You weren't always all this doom and gloom. In fact, most people will say that on the outside you seem to be a very positive, kind person. A bit of a pushover. Always there to help. Some might say otherwise, that sure you're nice enough but you seem to have a wall up. Is that such a bad thing? Is it bad to want to protect yourself from the inevitable pain of having to move on? If you were to answer honestly, wholeheartedly, you probably started feeling this way a few years ago. After you watched your best friend walk down the aisle. So beautiful. So happy. And you were so fucking alone. Miserably alone. And you felt like a complete bitch for watching such a beautiful moment happen all while thinking selfishly about none other than yourself. And then everyone else moved on. They got married or moved in with their partners. They had children. Your siblings all got married. And then there's you. The forever bachelorette. The workaholic.

   If we remain on the topic of honesty, you aren't even sure you know what love is anymore. You can vaguely recall the innocence of days past. The earnestness of loving simply because you couldn't control it. But you can't describe it. How does one describe love? If you had asked the you of yester-year...fine, yester-decade...you would have said, "It just is. It's there one day and it strings you along for a wild ride and you just try your best as the shotgun driver to help steer this whole thing along." But the older, hopefully, wiser you? Well, now you see love as something more akin to a good game of chess. It's a strategy. A battlefield, a place where good plans should hopefully get you across the way but where other plans can foil you. Fucking Pat Benatar had it right, who would've guessed?

   You glance back up at your date, drawn out of your internal ramblings as the waiter passes by. This guy isn't the worst. He certainly isn't the best. On paper he's got everything going for a good future. He's a doctor, he seems nice enough, he has his own home. For fuck's sake, he even works at a free clinic one weekend a month just to help people. And he's obnoxiously handsome. It's your third date with him. But why is it that you just don't feel a spark with him? Maybe you should sleep with him, see how that pans out. That's one thought. On the other hand whenever a waiter passes by you desperately want to grab the check and run back to your sanctum away from this boring hell.

   "(Y/N?)" You blink back up at Shownu, giving a small awkward smile.

   "Sorry, I guess I didn't get enough sleep last night. I'm a little tired."

   He nods kindly, grabbing a passing waiter and paying the check before he resumes speaking with you. "It's okay, you just looked a little bored. I'm sorry I'm sure that cardiovascular disease is probably a boring topic to most."

   "Oh no, it's fascinating." Lies. It felt like he was trying to read to you from a textbook. "I'm just a bit out of it. I have a new client who's been more than a bit difficult and I've had to work almost around the clock to try to figure out what'll make them happy."

   "What do you do again?" Looks like you aren't the only one snoozing off when the other person's speaking. That's not a good sign.

   "I'm a graphic designer. This client, in particular, is a local coffee shop, they're rebranding themselves but apparently, the two owners are having a hard time agreeing with what direction they want to go in. I'll get a green light from one and a red light from the other and it's been almost a week of this now." You ruffle your hair aggravatedly before stopping. "Sorry, I didn't mean to talk so much about work, I'm sure it's boring."

   "A bit." My god dick, take a hint. You were trying to be polite earlier and here he is just openly calling your work boring. "But that's okay. You've got a lot on your plate. You drove here right?"

   "Yup, I guess I'll talk to you later." Another lie. You have no intention of contacting him again. Even if he is hot and a doctor. Your friends would call you crazy to not be interested in him. But is it so wild to want to enjoy your time with the other partner? When did the world become about saving face and looking good? Was it always this way and you were just ignorant? No. Naive would be a better word for you. You needed to grow thicker skin.

   Shownu doesn't even walk you to your car, not that you're bothered by it. You wanted to escape just as much as he did. Looks like you'll have to keep looking. Or maybe you should give up. Be a spinster. Widdle your days away in your work and be the fun aunt who comes around to steal stop signs and do dumb shit with your nieces and nephews. Yeah, that sounds a lot more like you than some boring marriage. Maybe. Or maybe you're just giving up. You can't tell. Maybe it's just the last glass of wine you had talking.

   You look around before getting in your car, your eyes spotting a small record store across the street. You've lived in the city for ten years, yet you've never seen this tiny little gem before. It's tucked away, a small poorly lit sign simply saying 'records.' It looks so unusual here, in the posher side of town. But ten years ago this place hadn't been gentrified. It's like this one little building is holding out, refusing to conform. Unwilling to yield with the times, refusing to be aesthetically pleasing for some woman who owns a teacup poodle and drinks overpriced syrupy coffee who needs perfectly paved roads and has to speak to the manager. And before you can understand what you're doing you're jaywalking your ass right over to it.

   It's cramped, wall to wall, row after row it's filled with vinyls of all colors. There's a few teenagers looking around, clearly affluent based off of their clothing but rebelling. At least that's what you're assuming based off of the designer clothing mixed with cheap hair dye and piercings. Ah, you remember those days. Except your clothes were hand-me-downs and goodwill finds. Maybe vinyls are cool again. You can remember thinking you were hot shit to finally get a walkman at a garage sale. CD's were already mainstream then but they weren't cheap. The kids at school didn't have pity on you for that. Not that it mattered to you, it felt like you finally had the whole world of music available to you whenever you wanted.

   It feels nostalgic to go through the records. You can remember the way your oldest brother would begrudgingly take you with while he flirted with girls in a different record store. It was the spot, where only the raddest kids hung out. And now here you are almost three decades later in another record store late at night with just a bored employee and two rich kids who think they're hot shit for being in on something that others aren't. Ah, youth.

   One record, in particular, pulls at you. You stop for a moment, thumbing it before gently picking it up. Christ, does wine give you all the yearning for nostalgia or are you just getting old? You'll go with the wine, it's a much more comforting thought than confronting your age right now. You want to hang this up. Remind yourself of who you were. Who you are. You've been losing sight. Maybe. It's hard to tell, life moves too fast the older you get. Or maybe it's that pesky malbec. The fact that you only had two glasses isn't important. You need a scapegoat for tonight. A way to ease this growing uncomfortable feeling in your chest. Like the world is falling apart and moving on and you're stuck somewhere. You aren't sure where. But you do know that you need this. So you march up to the register, the two brats in the shop trailing behind shortly after.

   The boy, no that's definitely a fully grown man, lazily gazes up at you before taking the record and scanning it. You'd call him cute, but his eyes look a bit too hardened for that word. He looks like he's seen some shit and doesn't hide it from the world. Like he's ready for a fight at all times and probably sleeps with one eye open just in case. He'd be the type to survive a zombie apocalypse. "I didn't realize we even had any Atmosphere records. Wow, that takes me back."

   "Ant really was ahead of his time. I mean, don't get me wrong, Slug is a great rapper, but the real key to their music was how Ant produced everything. Their new records are great too, but this one? This one's just a real gem."

   "Hmmm, look at you, corporate hotshot getting her panties in a twist over some nineties backpack rappers." His words drawl lazily, a sardonic smile curling up and showing the gums of his teeth as he places the record in a bag. "The world is full of surprises." You aren't even sure what to say as he hands the bag over to you, standing there with your mouth agape before he nods his head. "You gonna move lady? I've got other people waiting." The teens behind you snicker, and you harden your eyes for just a moment before grabbing the bag and marching out. What a dick. A total dick. Tonight's not your night. Christ, what were you even doing there? You don't even have a record player.

   You don't realize it until you get home twenty minutes later, still fuming as you pull the record out, that he's left behind his phone number on the receipt. "Call me when you're bored, Ms. Corporate." When did the fucker even get the time to do this? The little shit's fast. He didn't even give you his name. Why does that bother you so much? He was a dick. You shouldn't want to know his name. You go to rip up the receipt but for some reason you find yourself tacking it up on the fridge. Maybe you'll save it for a lonely, no scratch that, angry night. Reem his ass out for fun and then you'll tear it up. Yeah sure, that's why you're keeping it.

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   A week's gone by and you still haven't taken down that stupid receipt from your fridge. You haven't gone back to the shop either. You've been too busy, surviving off of ramen and egg sandwiches while working painfully long hours until you want to tear your hair out. You finally reach some semblance of agreement between the two owners, and you've finally finished working on their project. You got it done faster than anticipated, you just wanted them out of your life. But now you have only small projects in the meanwhile. And that's dangerous. Because free time keeps allowing your brain to wander back to him. If you're Ms. Corporate then he's Mr. Dick. You kind of wonder what his dick looks like, if it's big enough to back up his ego or not. You'd rather die than admit that. Shit, what are you thinking? If you've got time to fuck around then you've got time to pick up some more clients.

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   You aren't sure how you wound back up here, but suddenly you're back in the same vinyl shop with Mr. Dick behind the counter again. You refuse to acknowledge the inner glee at seeing his face again. You barely even look in his direction, instead, you start rifling through the records before picking out a few more. Once you start digging through you find your brain focusing more on the artwork, on the way how everything comes together, nostalgia blossoming as you thumb through familiar covers. Radiohead, The Roots, Sade, Maxwell. Lord, you can remember your first boyfriend putting Maxwell on while making out with you in the car. You called him an old man, said it was probably what your parents put on to have sex. He was dejected, you thought it was funny but sweet. He didn't see it that way. So it goes.

   You quietly walk up to the counter, a soft smile playing on your face as you carefully place everything before the look on your face is wiped back to a careful blank slate when you see Mr. Dick cocking a half-grin at you. He looks like the type of guy that high school girls used to cream themselves over, they probably still do. The kind that always has a cigarette in hand, definitely used to be a skater, probably has a secret love child on the other side of the country, maybe did some minor time for a couple of DUIs. You almost want to laugh at the way you're trying so hard to picture his life. The poor dude's probably just totally normal, or maybe you hit the nail on the head. What does it matter, he's just some random dick.

   "Ms. Corporate, you're back I see."

   "I am."

   "Always a pleasure to see a pretty gal in here, but especially when it's you." You roll your eyes and he grins at this, you hate the way how your defenses almost momentarily break at just how cute he is when he smiles, really smiles. Here you were trying to figure out if he's done time or not and suddenly you're wanting to pinch his cheek. Christ, you need to get out more. And you don't mean back here either. "I'm a little sad though, you never did give me a call."

   "I never got bored. Besides, what was I even supposed to do? Call you up and go, hey the dick behind the counter at the record store, I'm bored?" He laughs at this, a full belly laugh before he cocks his head to the side.

   "You're an interesting one Ms. Corporate. Here I was trying to figure you out, and you've thrown me for another loop. I wasn't lying though, I was disappointed that I didn't hear from you."

   Your eyes narrow for a moment, trying hard to fight the heat that so desperately wants to rise to your cheeks. "Like I said, I wasn't bored. And I'm not interested in speaking to random nameless douchebags."

   He nods his head, sliding your credit card and humming for a moment before the machine chirps and he hands over your bag and receipt. Before you can turn around he's speaking again, "Yoongi. Min Yoongi." You stare at him for a moment before he continues, "Now I'm not a nameless douche."

   "A named douche doesn't fair any better in my books. I suppose I should've said that first."

   "Fair enough, but at least I don't buy old man sex music in the middle of the night." You can't help but laugh at that, Maxwell really is old man sex music so you can't blame him. In fact, some twisted part of you is elated that he thinks so too. Not that you'd admit that to even yourself.

   "Have a good night, Min Yoongi." He looks startled for a second, he's almost transfixed on the way you laugh. You can't feel his eyes trailing you as you walk out the door, you're far too focused on trying to calm the strangely warm fuzzy feeling trying to take over you to notice.

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   Life is strange, no matter what age you are things will pop up that you can't explain how exactly it's happened, or why it's happened. The trick to being an adult is looking like you know what the fuck is going on, but the honest truth is no one does. Maybe they think they do, maybe they really do more often than not, but no one does one hundred percent of the time. That's the honest truth. The entirety of humanity is a mass of dumbasses pretending to look like they know what's going on. You are indeed one of those dumbasses, another fish in a large school trying not to be eaten but having no clue what lays beyond the school of fish ninety percent of the time. Your predator goes by the name of Min Yoongi. Perhaps he doesn't even see himself as a predator nor you as prey, but that's exactly how you see it. It's been over a month since you last stepped foot in his workplace. There should be no need to go. You now have five vinyls and still no record player. Most would call them poor financial choices and an odd way to splurge. You've thought about it more than you can count though, going back to see him that is. That stupid fucking receipt is still hanging up on your fridge, and it's taken everything in your willpower to not call him randomly.

   Min Yoongi. You wonder, far too often for your own good, who he is. What he likes, dislikes. What makes him tick. What gets him off. You blame him. It's the way he looks at you. Cold eyes, analyzing you to your very soul. Sneering at you one second, taunting you smugly, before switching to the sweetest smile you've ever seen. You've only seen him twice, no longer than a few minutes at a time. You don't know if you can even say that you've ever had a real conversation with him. He doesn't even know your name. And yet he runs through your thoughts on repeat. You would love to be able to settle on a normal human. A good guy, someone like Shownu. Safe, stable, traditionally handsome, a great career. But your stupid fucking brain feels nothing around a guy like him and then suddenly it sparks and rewires itself around a douche named Min Yoongi who you actually wondered if he did time or not. Life is strange. So it goes.

   It's thoughts like these that are your downfall. Late at night, all alone in bed. Pondering what he's doing, who he's doing. You're sure a deadbeat like him has a slew of girls at his beck and call. He certainly acts like it. But that shouldn't matter to you. After a month of wondering, going back and forth, staring longingly at the fridge, you're picking up your phone and slowly entering in the numbers. One digit takes you nearly thirty seconds, the last time it took you this long to call someone was when you were staying at your grandmother's house using her outdated rotary phone as a child. And here you are, a grown woman, terrified over some dick who works at a record store. Life is strange, you can't help but think as you delete the numbers and enter them back in. Should you, shouldn't you? What's to gain? What's to lose? Life is about strategy, isn't it? Does he offer you anything? Perhaps temporary release is all you need. But can he actually offer that? Maybe. Hopefully. Maybe not. Who knows. It's a risk. Not a calculated one either. In fact, odds are heavily stacked against him. And the adult in you says to not bother. That's what vibrators are for, if all you're looking for is a release. But there's another voice, something longing for this. There's something about him that plays on repeat in your head. Something that stirs up oddly sentimental feelings in you when you think of him. Which is strange, you don't know him. So how can sentimentality be tied to someone you just met? Maybe it's just part of his trade for soon to be old spinsters like you, you guess.

   You take another deep breath, staring at the screen as you sink down to the floor of the kitchen and finally hit the dial button. Shit. Fuck. What are you doing? This isn't like you. You haven't thought out every exit strategy yet. Christ. Oh god. "Hello?" His voice is deeper over the phone. You won't explain how that makes you feel, it's a bit embarrassing honestly.

   "Yoongi?"

   "Ms. Corporate?"

  "...Yes..." That's right, you never told him his name. There's garbled background noise for a minute, you hear him telling someone to shut the fuck up before it's eerily silent for a moment and then you hear a breathy chuckle. And oh god, you are so so so fucking screwed.

   "Holy shit. I didn't think you'd actually call. Just when I thought you forgot all about me you actually call."

   "I was bored." You bite back a smile, head resting on your fridge as you stare up at the ceiling. Jesus, you should dust more often, is that a spiderweb?

   He gives a sing-song laugh, and that strange tipsy feeling in your gut bubbles back up again. You feel oddly nervous, kind of giddy. When's the last time you felt this way? You don't know if you ever did. "Holy Christ. I'm sorry, give me a moment, this just...makes me weirdly happy. Fuck. Shit. -I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO HOME. Sorry, not you Ms. Corporate. Just uh, a friend. He's a dipshit. A bit drunk. Having girlfriend troubles I guess. Dunno why he came to me. I uh...I dunno why I'm telling you this either. Christ. Are you still there?"

   "I'm here." You don't know what to say. Fuck. Why did you call?? It's been nearly thirty seconds and you've already lost all confidence in saying anything. This is why you need a plan, a strategy. When you don't know how to proceed the only option is to deflect. So deflect you shall. "How did you know it was me?"

   "I've answered nearly every unknown number asking if it was you for about six weeks now if I was very honest. Not that you needed to know that." You swear you can hear him give an awkward chuckle. How unexpected. Perhaps staying behind the counter gives him an odd confidence boost. Or maybe he's been drinking just like his friend and is being a bit too honest. You're not sure why, but that doesn't feel like such a bad thing to you. The lack of snark is as startling as it is endearing.

   "Well, I've kept your stupid receipt pinned to my fridge for the last six weeks. Not that you need to know that." You smile at the way he laughs this time, mentally visualizing his gummy smile. Maybe you should have face timed him. But then he'd see you looking like a full damn mess in the middle of the night. You'll just have to imagine what he looks like.

   "You're really cute Ms. Corporate. Really obnoxiously cute for someone who has the strangest taste in music. I mean you went from Atmosphere to Radiohead to Maxwell. I'm sure it branches out even further than that and hopefully to a few other decades. I'm curious."

   "About what? My music tastes?"

   "Well yeah. And a lot of other things about you. Like I said, I've been trying to figure you out. You run around in my thoughts all day lately. That's not fair Ms. Corporate. Not fair at all. At least you can think of me as the douche with the name. But all I've got is Ms. Corporate with weird music tastes."

   "Hmm...."

   "What do you mean hmmm? Isn't this your cue to, oh I don't know, tell me your name?"

    "It's fun this way. Safe. Now I don't have to worry about you looking me up and finding my place and chopping me up into pieces."

   "Pretty sure I would've done that beforehand if that were the case, you know, cover my tracks and not leave my number behind or anything. Come on Ms. Corporate, you're killing me. I want to know if your name is as pretty as your face."

   You give it a moment, relishing silently in the exasperated sighs you hear over the phone, his feet shuffling loudly against pavement before finally, you speak up. "(Y/N). My name's (y/n)."

   "(Y/N)." The way he says your name slowly has tingles running up your spine, your cheeks heating up at the way it almost feels like he's savoring your name. Christ, what is it about this cheeky devil? One second he's captain douche and the next second he's adorable and then suddenly he has your toes curling just from the way he says your name. He has 'bad idea' written all over him in big bold letters and yet here you are, sitting on your kitchen floor grinning like a fool. When's the last time you smiled this much? Shit, that's a depressing thought, let's not think about that. "That's a pretty name. It fits you."

   "You sure do seem to be all compliments tonight. I'm wondering when sir asswipe will come out."

   "I save him for the store. Customer service will do that to you." That's...fair enough. But still. And why does that make you laugh? Why is it that everything just seems so easy with him? "(Y/N)." He pauses for a moment, you hear a lighter clicking in the background before he takes a drag. Well, it looks like you got one thing right, he's a smoker. Ashtray tongue, not that great. You bet he makes it look hot though. "I wanna see you."

   You don't respond, breathing halting for a moment before you hum. You want to see him too, that's the honest truth. You want to get to know him, explore him. Open him up and examine his thoughts, lay in bed and talk for hours, maybe throw on that Maxwell record and see what happens. Wait...what the fuck are you thinking? You can't help but burst out laughing, stopping when you realized that you probably sound absolutely insane and rude. Insanely rude. "Wait, no I wasn't laughing that you want to see me, it's just...I don't know why but that stupid Maxwell album popped into my head." You pause, terrified that he'll be angry or upset or realize that you're a bumbling idiot but instead, he gives a sing-song laugh. God, you want to see his face too.

   "Okay, real talk though, why did you buy old man porn music?"

   "I felt like I had to, I don't know, buy it to repent for my sins?" He's wheezing now, his laughter becoming infectious until you find yourself cracking up with him. Why is it so easy to talk to him?

   "What in the fuck does that even mean?"

   "I feel like at this point, it's better without explaining. But I will anyway. When I was in high school I was dating this dude who broke up with me because I made fun of him for putting on a Maxwell tape when we made out in his car. I told him it was old man sex music, and when you said it when I was checking out it confirmed that while I was right, I owed poor Maxwell my money I guess. I don't know. I'm not making any sense am I?"

   "Kind of? Not really? I get the feeling that I'll always still be wondering a bit with you though. Not that that's a bad thing. You're weird (Y/N), but good weird. I certainly didn't expect this from a corporate hotshot."

   "Why do you keep calling me that?"

   "Well, you look like you work in an office. You don't?"

   "Nope. I own my own business, I'm a graphic designer. But I was on a date the first time I popped in, oh and the second time I popped in I had just finalized some things with a client in person."

   "You...you wore a business suit on a...date? I don't mean to be rude but um...how old exactly are you (Y/N)? Like what era did you come from?"

   "Ah, Monsuire Jerkwad appears again. I'm 30 for your information. Which is an old biddy in my mother's eyes."

   "Whaaaat? I mean I figured from your music choices you were about my age, but wow. Look at that, I'm just one year older than you. I guess that makes me whatever the fuck the male version of an old biddy is. Say though, (Y/N), why for fuck's sake would you wear a business suit on a date? You didn't answer that earlier." Huh. So he's just a year older than you. You thought that he was younger actually. Man, asian really don't raisin. You briefly wonder what his skincare routine is. Or maybe he's one of those bastards that just uses Irish spring soap for everything and still magically looks great with no idea that there's a difference between moisturizer and lotion.

   "Ah...well, I went on the date after meeting with a client. But I mean, it was like a hot librarian suit right?" You can tell by the laughter that you were way off the mark. "Yeah...okay so it was just a normal suit. But whatever, I didn't feel a need to get dressed up for him."

   "What, is the guy a slob or something?"

   "Nah, in fact, it couldn't be further from that. But I dunno I just didn't really jive with him."

   "But you went on a date with him anyway?"

   "I told you Yoongi, I'm an old biddy. I'm drying up over here. Eggs ticking or whatever. At least according to every single family member, even the extended ones I rarely talk to."

   "Being a chick must be rough, I feel like they nag you guys extra hard. But I get it, my folks are always pestering me to get married. Settle down, find a career, have kids. Shit, at this point they don't even care what order it happens. If I came home with some random baby I think they wouldn't even be angry they'd just be like 'finally, little Mins.' It doesn't help that my brother and his wife don't want to try for kids for another couple of years so suddenly all the pressure's on me."  

   "God, I felt that in my soul. Why can't they just let us breathe? It's like my life revolves around finding someone to make my parents happy all of a sudden. I don't even know when that happened. Or how, or why. But it's like, I've gotta keep up with everyone else you know? I feel like somewhere along the line I got left behind."

   "Did you though?" He takes a long drag, and you swear you can practically smell the cigarette through the phone. You bet he's a clove kind of guy, he's too weird to go for menthols. "I mean, did you really get left behind? Life happens for everyone at different times. What's so wrong about that? Trust me, I get the pressure and the nagging and the bullshit. But at the end of the day, this is your life. Live it without regrets. Why settle just because other people tell you that you should? That seems boring as fucking hell."

   Life really is strange. Who would have guessed that some random dick in a random record store you'd never been to before a shitty date would suddenly be the one lifting the burden off your shoulder as if it had never been there? Everyone else was always telling you that it would happen, that the right guy would come along and soon enough you'd be married and having kids and all would be grand. But the honest truth is...that's not what you want. You don't even know if you want kids. And marriage? Man, that just seems like something you don't need in your life right now. When did you get so wrapped up in feeling like you'd been left in the dust that you felt you had to do the exact same things to keep up?

   Somewhere, in the core of your very being, you probably knew right then and there that you were getting into way too deep of territory for someone you had just met. But you had dropped your guard, refused to acknowledge any warning signs. How could you when someone finally was telling you that it was okay to just live? He told you the words that you needed the most without even knowing it. You can feel tears threating to rise but you gulp everything down and instead just give a quiet thanks. You just hear the drag of his cigarette again before he responds with an equally quiet no problem. It feels like the world could stop, right there and then. As if it was just the two of you, frozen in your own separate corners of earth while quietly listening to the static from the phone and all would be well. It felt safe. Dangerously safe.

   "Fuck, I need to charge my phone it's about to-" With that, the call drops and you stare at your phone for a moment. Maybe it was for the best that his phone died, who knows what you would have said to him if you stayed on the phone any longer. You just practically spilled your guts to a virtual stranger from your kitchen floor at one in the morning. And yet, for the first time in a long time, all you can do is stare happily at your phone before finally forcing yourself into bed.

   The next morning you may or may not have squealed like a complete buffoon upon reading the text you missed from him after falling asleep. "Sorry bout that. Next time tho, I wanna see you in person. That way there's no worries about my phone dying." Shit. It's too early for this kind of attack. You'll blame being half-awake for why you responded with just a simple "K." You only have your own neuroticism to blame for your internal freakouts that constantly reoccur over the next few days when you don't hear anything back. Maybe you were a bit too dry. Okay...you most certainly were too dry. Christ, if there's ever been a dead fish version of a text, that would be it. Maybe you should have expected to fumble this badly. Maybe it's a good thing. He didn't seem like the type to really be interested in anything other than playing around. Not that you were expecting anything. Right? Okay...well maybe you did kind of really want to make out with him. Which is strange, because honestly, you can't remember the last time you even thought of wanting to make out with someone. University years maybe? But now's not the time to be thinking about that! Nows the perfect time to throw yourself into work, it's the best scapegoat for avoiding emotions you'd rather not explore.

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   "Wow, your boredom intervals are quickly decreasing. Do you not have a lot of work right now or?" Jesus what in the fuck are you even thinking, dragging your ass in this stupid fucking store in the middle of the night for a third time. And you still don't have a goddamn record player. God, you pray he never finds that out. He'd probably never stop making fun of you.

   You can't help but shoot a glare in his direction, but your nerves falter the moment you see the shit-eating grin on his face. You swear you can feel your breath hitch in the back of your throat and trap itself. It's suffocating. Blinding. It's not fair. He's so handsome. Dark disheveled hair partially obscuring his coffee-colored eyes, gummy grin, obnoxiously white teeth for a smoker, milky pale skin that's always at stark odds with his typical black t-shirt, veiny hands. This isn't good. This isn't fair. You really want to kiss him.

   "What, cat got your tongue or something Ms. Corporate?" He's leaning across the counter, head cocked as he openly ogles you. It's not fair. You've been a wreck for the last few days, waiting around for some sort of a response and this fucking shrimp is acting like you never spoke. Like nothing changed. Like he didn't tell you he wanted to see you in person. It's probably just your own stupidity or neuroticism peaking through, but when he called you Ms. Corporate it felt like that perfect paradise on the phone was all a mirage. As if it never happened. It's infuriating how he can act so calm. Before you can continue overthinking and turning around in circles you march up to the counter and grip his shirt in your hand, pulling him in for a kiss that he reciprocates unusually quickly. You can feel his tongue slide across your lower lip, asking for entrance when the sound of the door chimes pull you quickly away. Damn these stupid kids buying records in the middle of the night. Don't they have a curfew?? Fucking rich kids trying to be edgy when they should be at home, in bed, not fucking interrupting this not so Hallmark moment.

   "Stop fucking calling me Ms. Corporate, you colossal idiot." You can distantly hear him sending you off with a hoarse 'goodnight.' Everything in you wants to turn around and see what kind of a face he's making. Is he just making fun of you? Is he as hot and bothered as you from a kiss? It felt like electricity ran up your spine like everything was floating for a moment, the world just goes away when you're with him and all that's there is the two of you. Fuck. You like Sargeant fuckface from the record store. And even though you have a feeling that all of this is a terrible idea you can't help but grin to yourself the entire way home. Hey, at least this time you didn't waste more money on records you can't play.

   You aren't sure if it's the place, or Yoongi, or your increasing age that your mother likes to remind you of constantly (not that you'd ever admit that) that makes you feel so nostalgic, so sentimental. But whenever you're around him it hits you hard. When did love lose innocence, when did it stop simply being about selfishly, greedily wanting to learn everything about the other person and staying by their side? When did it grow to be a chore, a thing that you did because it was another step on the ladder of life? And why is it that when you're around him all you can feel is those same simple straightforward feelings? Fuck, you want to kiss him again. His lips were so soft, and you were right, he tasted like Djarum Blacks. You wonder how he got them, you're pretty sure that there's a ban on them now. Ashy, a bit of clove lingering on his lips. Lingering on yours. God, it's almost infuriating how happy that makes you. Almost. But right now, you're too wrapped up in glee to be annoyed. You hope that somehow, someday, you'll manage to wrap him around your finger the way he has you so effortlessly wrapped over his. Not that you're complaining. If you're going to be wrapped around anyone's fingers, you're okay with it being his. Not that you've been staring at them whenever he handed you your bags or anything. Nope. That definitely wasn't the case. Maybe.

   When you get back home you try your hardest to stay busy, but your thoughts keep wandering back. Jesus, you think it would be easier to control your brain. It isn't until your phone clatters off the counter that you realize Yoongi's calling you, and for a moment you squint at the phone before hastily picking it up and answering. Shit wait, act cool. "'Sup Colonel nitwit?" Fuck, wait that wasn't cool. Christ, why are you like this? What are you, a twelve-year-old boy? You should probably seek counseling for your stupidity. Or maybe not, because when you hear that sing-song laughter reverberating through your ears it suddenly makes everything feel okay again.

   "You're something (y/n). A real piece of work. I mean you called me an idiot earlier, no wait, a colossal idiot and now I'm Colonel nitwit?" He laughs again, and once again you find yourself sliding down the fridge onto the floor, blushing as you blink up at the ceiling. Dejavu. "Ah, this is bad. I should have texted you. Hearing your voice makes me want to see you in person."

   "Foul. Out of bounds. That's not fair play. You aren't allowed to say things that cute."

   "You fouled first, who just marches up to someone and kisses them at their place of work?"

   "It's not like anyone else was there." You're glad he isn't here to see your face, you're already grinning like a fool and you have a feeling that he'd tease you mercilessly if he could see you right now.

   "Until those damn brats showed up." Ah, it makes you painfully happy that he was just as annoyed as you were. "I don't know what it is about you, but you just run around my thoughts all damn day."

   "So why didn't you ever text me back?"

   "AH! About that, I realized after I hung up that you said you were out on a date that first time and I suddenly started feeling like a homewrecker. I mean, I know you said that you didn't seem interested in him or maybe that was me just hoping I heard that I dunno everything feels kind of fuzzy now. My memories are hazy I just-"

   "It was just a date, not a boyfriend. I'm not the type to talk to others when I'm sincerely dating. Although I'm also not the type to call up guys who leave me their numbers on receipts. I guess the world is full of surprises."

   "God, this is really bad, I really wanna see your face. And you can't tell me that this isn't fair play when you basically just called me special."

   "I'm sorry, but what language were you thinking I was speaking that that's what you came up with? Because I'm pretty sure I didn't come close to saying that."

   "No no, it was totally there. In the subtext. It's all about the subtext you know. I mean you said that you aren't the type to call guys who give you their number on a receipt and yet you still called me. That makes me special."

   "Bwa-what's with that. You dork. Shit, now I wanna see your face."

   "Where are you? I'll come over to you."

   "I'm at my home. Scary. Maybe you are a serial killer and that's really your goal. You know, to chop me up in little pieces or some weird shit."

   "Wanna take the risk?"

   "Kind of."

   "Only kind of??? What's with that lukewarm response? I'm clearly not a serial killer. But I won't act like I don't have nefarious intentions." You can hear the clicking of the lighter, and you can't help but take a deep inhale at the same time as him. God, you bet he looks hot smoking. Wait no, smoking is bad. Very very bad. "Where'd your thoughts go right now, (y/n)?" It's not fair. He has you wrapped around his finger. You want to see him, you want to inhale his scent, run your fingers through his hair, taste him, touch him, fuck him. Fuck. When's the last time a guy got you this hot and bothered from merely existing? Has this ever actually happened? You aren't sure.

   "I'm curious, describe these nefarious intentions please."

   There's a pause, another drag of his cigarette. "Alright, I'll start with the less deviant things. I can't get the feeling of your lips outta my head. I want to kiss you, hold you, touch you. It's weird, I'm not normally the type for soft fluffy things. But the world is strange, as you said. You do weird things to my brain (y/n). You run around my thoughts night and day. When the door chimes at work I turn into Pavlov's dog and hope it's you." There's another long pause, for a moment all you hear is the thudding of your heart rushing into your eardrums and the soft staccato of static coming from your phone.

   "Those don't seem very nefarious to me."

   "Interesting, so you DO want to hear my deviant thoughts."

   "Well, calling your intentions nefarious is a rather interesting way of putting it. It makes it sound more sinister and less...I dunno...sexual? And then when you explained it all seemed rather, I don't know...innocent I guess."

   "That's because I don't wanna scare you off, Ms. Corporate."

   "Again with that stupid name?"

   "I wanna fuck you." Shit, you weren't expecting him to be that straightforward, especially after he seemed to be beating around the bush earlier. And why are you now a mix of happy and horny? That's a new mix for you. "I want to see what kind of faces you make when you cum. I want to taste you. I want to see you under me, on top of me, I want to hear you beg, I want to hear you scream my name. I want to ruin you until all you can think of is me. Until all that satisfies you is me, because right now all I can think of is you. All I want is you. And it doesn't feel fair to not see you in that same boat. So what do you say, (y/n)? Do you still want to see me tonight?"

   You want to tell him that you're also in the same boat, that really the two of you have been going in circles with the same thoughts for probably just as long. Both of you are so greedy, wanting and thinking of nothing but ruining the other. But ruin seems an unfair word, it seems to scratch only the surface. The honest truth is that you just wholeheartedly want the other person, you want them under your thumb to declare them yours. Maybe. It's strange. You were always the kind of girl to take things slow. You never did one night stands, you never had fuck buddies or booty calls or anything even close to resembling that. Sex was always something that came far later in a relationship. But this? You aren't even sure what it is. You can't exactly say he's a friend, you don't really know him. You can't say that you aren't on the way to becoming lovers, but then again he might be thinking of things from a strictly physical standpoint. You aren't sure. Maybe you should ask. Someday perhaps. If you were frank though all of this excites you. Fascinates you. Terrifies you ever so slightly. But all you can think of at this moment is that it elates you to no end that he wants you just as much as you want him. How absolutely greedy. "I do. I probably shouldn't, but I do."

   "Yeah," the dark chuckle on the other line brings heat up to your face, your breath catching in your throat. He suffocates you even with the simplest of things, even with a laugh. "Yeah, you probably shouldn't. You strike me as a good girl. The type to always please others before pleasing herself. The type to not rebel. I don't know why, but I feel I should at least tell you this. I'm not a good guy, I'm not the guy you take home to your parents or the kind of dude you can gush about to all of your friends. But I am at least confident that I can give you a reprieve. It's gotta be stressful, being good all the time constantly working for others, constantly pleasing others. But who tries to please you, understand you, allows you to just be selfish every once in a while? I can be that for you. I want to be that for you. Which is really weird because I usually hate when chicks want that from me. And here I am offering myself up on a silver platter to you. Man, the guys would think I've gone crazy if I told them this. I don't even get it, but there's just something about you that makes me feel...I dunno something."

   It's strange, how little he knows you and yet he says the things you need to hear the most. When is the last time you did something simply because you wanted to before he stumbled into your life? Did you ever? Here you were hot and bothered before and now you want to cry big fat ugly happy tears. Yoongi gives you emotional whiplash with just a few words. It's not fair. "I want to see you. Tonight."

   "Okay." Another drag, another chuckle. "Okay, then send me your address."

   You fumble with the phone, texting the address over to him quickly, your heart jumping out of your throat the entire time. The anticipation has your heart soaring and nerves dropping deep into your belly, you're a mess of a multitude of emotions all at the same time.

   "Wow, would you look at that. You're only about ten minutes away from me. I'll be over soon." Before you can respond he hangs up, and you're left staring at the ceiling wondering momentarily what you've just gotten yourself into before you're scrambling off the kitchen floor and into your bedroom. Shit, shit. You don't have much time. The house is presentable, barely. Whatever. It'll have to do. You brush your teeth, comb out your hair quickly, and do a quick once over. He'll have to just deal with your bare face, but hey at least you shaved in the bath earlier. The doorbell chimes right as you throw an oversized sweater over one of your nicer lace bras you quickly changed into. You nearly knock into every door and corner on your way to the front door, slipping slightly at the entrance before taking a deep breath and opening it.

   He's painfully good looking, but his trademark blase pokerface has you ever so slightly annoyed. Here you were rushing about, a bundle of nerves and energy, and he looks remarkably indifferent to everything. As if he didn't just tell you that he has, and you quote, nefarious intentions. But that thought runs right out the door the moment he narrows his eyes on you and gives you one of his award-winning gummy grins. You're so fucked. You're such a sucker for him already. "You okay?"

   "What, yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You open the door wider, motioning him to come in before shutting the door gently behind him.

   "Because you look nervous. Relax, I'm not here to eat you. Eat you out, maybe. If that's what you want. I'm only here to give you whatever you want." He narrows his eyes on you again, his gaze sweeping over you before looking directly at you. It feels like he can see right through you, right down to your very soul. It's comforting, terrifying, it's like everything that comes with him is a euphoric blend of polar opposites leaving you to drown somewhere in the in-between. He makes you feel like you're in the eye of the storm but precariously close to being tossed into the chaos raging all around you.

   "I hate to say this, but that sounds almost too good to be true. What's in it for you?" You tilt your head, analyzing him as you lean back against the door while trying to feign nonchalance.

   "You. And oddly enough, for once that's enough for me." He shrugs at this comment, although his eyes narrow a bit as if even he can't even believe that he just admitted this.

   "What if I said I didn't want more? Or what if I said that I wanted no strings attached if there is more? Or if I said-"

   "-I want strings attached. No, I need strings attached." You can't help but blink owlishly back at him as you try to digest this information. You pegged him for a wham-bam-thank you ma'am but I'm never calling you again type of man. "Call me crazy, I mean this is totally out of my typical wheelhouse but I realized that I was jealous when you said you were on a date right before you first came into the shop. If we're going to do this I want strings attached. Call it whatever you want, but whatever this is it's just me and you babe. No one else."

   "No one else on either side?" Greedy, selfish, but fair. You're over the moon that for whatever reason he's just the same as you. At least, when it comes to this situation. God, you want him. All of him. You want to sink deeper into this, drown yourself in him, lose yourself in all that he has to offer you. That's dangerous. But you don't care, you're already too far gone. You can feel your stomach tighten, mind halting as he stalks closer to you, his breath hot on your ear as one hand tightens around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

   "No one else on either side." His eyes travel down from your eyes to your lips before slowly wandering back up. God, you just want him to kiss you already.

   "Deal." Why do you feel like you might have just made a pact with the devil? And why is it that you still really don't care, as long as it means you get to finally taste him again. Fucking hell, you're pretty sure all of your sanity flies right out the window when he's involved. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your lips, just a few centimeters away from your own. So close, so close. It's like time has stilled. As if the world has fallen away and yet again all that's left is the two of you. Falling, falling. Sinking. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Into a chasm of euphoric insanity of pleasure.

   Slowly, painfully slowly, you move your hand to his cheek the other hand winding up the firm planes of his chest. That surprises you, you thought he'd be more delicate. He certainly seems delicately built at first glance, but looks can be deceiving. His eyes never leave your own, his sights set squarely on you. Refusing to look away. Refusing to run. A deal has been made with the devil, and the devil is letting you know you aren't about to leave his crosshairs. "Kiss me, Yoongi." That signature lazy half-smile of his appears for just a fraction before his lips are on yours. He's spicy, ashy. That damn clove has your toes curling, sighing, melting into his touch. Fucking hell. You're already wet, thighs trembling, hands curling his shirt into a ball, as he licks into your mouth.

   The beat of your heart sounds painfully loud in your eardrums. Every sound is fuzzy, staticky as if you're still on the phone. Your own groans almost sound distant, his sighs sound so soft. So content. It feels like the two of you have been dunked in molasses. Time has slowed down for both of you. Moving so slowly, tenderly. Almost as if you're starstruck lovers who have just one night to cherish each other. As if you've known each other's bodies forever but have never been allowed to explore them. It feels like a fragile spell, moving too quickly might break the magic and the devil will run home with his nefarious intentions long forgotten. His hand grips tighter for a moment before wandering down, palming and massaging your ass before picking up your legs and wrapping them around his waist. He takes the small change in stature to detach from your lips, both of you watching with glossy eyes as a thing string of saliva breaks. "You're beautiful (y/n)." A hoarse whisper, kind words from a man with a crass mouth. It makes you want to be feral, it makes you want to slow down. It makes you want everything. Nothing but him. He drives you to the brink of insanity with all these diametrically opposing wants and needs.

   A long low moan tumbles out of your lips at the feeling of his tongue gliding across the prominent vein of your neck before sinking his lips down. Soft petals of pinks and red appear in his wake, a trail of cherry blossoms in spring-time painted on your skin leading up to your ear before his teeth gently press down on your lobe. Shit. That feels way too good. Toes curling, fingers wrapping into his hair and his tongue tangles skillfully around your ear until suddenly he's off, his eyes boring back into your own as your breathing tries to slow back down. "Tell me what you want, (y/n). What do you want from me?"

   If any other man would have asked you that, with such a knife-sharp gaze, you surely would have clammed up. You've never been the vocal type. But you're too far lost in his eyes to care. There's a part of you that desperately hopes your own wants will please him, that he'll sink deeper with you into this chasm of pleasure with you. "I want to suck you off."

   The admission seems to catch him off guard for a moment, there's almost an innocence to the way he blinks back at you but that's gone quickly enough that you almost imagine if you really saw it or not. Replaced by a wolfish grin, desire bubbling across his features, infecting your skin, your core. As if the madness is catching. "Well well well. Who knew little Ms. Corporate had that in her? I can't say the idea of you on your knees hasn't been in my mind before. I also can't lie and say that it isn't one of the most exquisite things I've ever thought of. But I thought I told you that this was about you? About your pleasure? Are you sure that's what you want?" Your brain processes his words slowly, you're far too focused on his growing erection pressing against your inner thigh to think clearly and quickly.

   "I told you, Yoongi. I want you. I want you to lose yourself just as much as me." That's right, you want to watch him fall into pleasure just as you have. You want this madness, this desire, this sin to grip him tightly just as it has gripped you. You're greedy that way. And right now the greatest satisfaction you could receive is seeing him out of control, and you in it. You might be on your knees for him, but he'll be under your spell.

   You unlatch your legs slowly, trembling slightly as you lace your fingers through his and pull him along to your bedroom silently. All you can hear is the hum of the A/C and the sound of your shallow breathing when you push through the bedroom door and lead him to the edge of the bed. Before you can move, his hands are quickly pulling off your sweater and tugging down your leggings until you're left in just your underwear. "I'm not about to have you finally blow me and you're still dressed." His fingers gracefully move around your back, unlatching your bra and tossing it behind you. It's feverish, the look he sends you. All you can think of is that you want more. You want to see him look at you like that all day. As if you're the only woman he wants. As if he needs you. You can't even respond, too lost in the way he looks at you like he wants to devour you whole. So instead you move forward a step, tugging his t-shirt over his head and staring for a second at his bare skin.

   He has those skinny boy abs, the kind that you always felt weren't fair because it comes naturally from stupid fast metabolisms and not hard work. But you aren't going to complain right now, not when he looks so good and he's yours. All yours. Whatever this is, he made a deal, no one else. You can be as greedy as you want because he's just the same. You sink down onto your knees, your eyes locking onto his as you unbuckle his belt and toss it off to the side. You aren't sure if it's just your hopeful imagination or if you really do hear his breath catch in his throat as you slowly unzip his jeans before letting them fall to the floor. He's a briefs kind of guy, thank god. You've always hated how boxers look on men. He takes a moment to shuffle out of his pants completely before prying off his tight black briefs, and your mouth instinctively waters at the sight.

   He's thick, veiny, and you're happy to report that he keeps everything well-groomed. Thank god, no pubes will be stuck in your teeth tonight. Heat rises up to your cheeks at the way he looks at you with carnal anticipation. Suddenly you aren't so sure about all your earlier internal bravado about being the one to make him sink deeper into pleasure with you. He's looking at you like a predator stalking his prey. As if a meal has just presented itself to him on a silver platter. But you'll change that, you want nothing more than to watch that mask fall off. You want him to break. To fall. To tremble underneath your touch the way you shake with anticipation and euphoria under his watchful gaze.

   It's with an unwavering determination that you finally grasp his dick in your hand, staring up at him as you pepper soft kisses around his tip. He's salty, tangy, drooling with precum. Delicious. Sinful. Perfect. You refuse to move your gaze off of his eyes, you want to watch him. You want to see how he falls apart. It only takes one long lick from the base to the tip to start seeing the signs, the way his Adam's apple bobs and his gaze clouds over ever so slightly. It's minute, but it's there. God, you want him. More than you've ever wanted another person. Greedily, in hopes of breaking him, you pull him into your mouth. Inch by inch, until your nose is pressed firmly against his dark patch of hair and his hand is fast to wrap around your hair and grips you tightly until a slight sting can be felt in your scalp. You didn't know you were into that, but the sensation leaves your core throbbing. Aching. Shit. You pull back up, licking around the tip with one hand jerking in slow steady motions as the other one holds his balls in your palm. Rolling them gently until you finally dive back down. There's a dull ache in your jaw already, and you have to steady your breathing to take him whole. He's just long enough to reach past your uvula and activate your gag reflex if you aren't careful. But the way his thighs flex and the guttural groans you hear are enough to have you wanting more. It's beautiful, the way he unravels. Just for you. Only you. You made a deal with the devil after all.

   "Holy fuck, you're good at this." His head is tilted back, the veins on free arm popping as it curls into a fist. You can see a thin veil of sweat covering his chest and his breathing sounds uneven, small groans and grunts breaking the rhythm. It spurs you on, moaning slightly at the way his dick pulses and throbs in your mouth. "God, (y/n). You're too fucking hot. It's not fair, shit, how someone can look that good. You look like you were made to be on your knees, fuck. God, you don't even know how much I've thought about this. I've been like a goddamn high school kid, jerking off to the thought of you every night." You finally close your eyes, concentrating harder on his words and his dick. Shit, have you ever had a guy be this vocal before? It's such a turnon. God, you want him. You want him so badly you feel like you could burst. It's not fair, how even when he starts falling apart, his composure finally going out the window, you're just a bigger mess. Both mentally and physically. You feel like you could wring a gallon out of your panties, your thighs are already drenched. You can't remember the last time you were this wet. Have you ever been this wet? Fuck, what is Yoongi doing to you?

    His thighs tremble and flex in spasms, his groans increasing and you open your eyes back up to see his sight's back on you. He looks so fucked out, hair a mess and cheeks flushed. You wish you could take a picture of this. No man should be this pretty, it almost isn't fair. You can't help but moan as his hand yanks your head further down before his grip relaxes. "Shit, shit, sorry, but I'm going to, fuck, cum. So if you don't want it-" You manage to silence him by putting his hand back on your head and slacking your jaw. A silent permission to use it as he wants. He understands your nonverbal command instantly. He gives a dark chuckle as he shakes his head. "Fuck. You really are too good to me, (y/n)." He doesn't waste time, nor is he gentle. You aren't sure if he's too far gone to think about your gag reflex or if he doesn't care, but it would be a lie to say that it doesn't turn you on. The way he uses you, the way he loses himself in thoughts of nothing but the pleasure your mouth can bring him. It isn't long before he's unraveling, groans turn into the most beautiful moans you've ever heard. Husky, deep, feral. And then you finally taste it, thick sticky white ropes of his salty, tangy cum. He stills for a moment, groaning as he softens inside of you before pulling out slowly, watching intently as he smears cum across your lips. "Be a good girl and swallow for me."

   You blink up at him, pausing for a moment before pursing your lips and swallowing everything back as his thumb swipes the remnants from your lips before forcing it inside. This time you really can hear the hitch in his breath as your tongue swirls around the pad of his thumb before swallowing back again and opening your mouth up as if to show that all is clean. There's a dark chuckle from him, but the look in his eyes doesn't reflect that sentiment. He's looking at you fondly, warmly. As if you didn't just perform one of the lewdest acts of your life for him simply because it made you melt when he called you a good girl. "Well would you look at that, you really cleaned up, didn't you?" His words give you a thought, and you reach out impulsively to follow through with it. Your lips latch onto his now softening cock, licking gently, slowly so as to not overstimulate what's now very sensitive skin as you clean off every last drop. You can feel Yoongi squirm, his hands are quick to grab your hair again and pull you up to your feet with a force that has you moaning. He's certainly stronger than he looks. "Jesus Christ, you're going to be the fucking death of me."

   Before you can even think of responding his lips are on yours. Distantly, somewhere in your sex addled thoughts, you can feel some sick sense of euphoria at the thought of him tasting his own release on your tongue. He's so different from any other man you've ever had. When had sex stopped being fun and became a chore to keep your partner satisfied? You can't remember the last time you felt this much pleasure, this much satisfaction. And you haven't even been touched yet. Shit. You're in for a wild ride with Min Yoongi. "You know, for normally being a mouthy little thing you haven't said very much." You blink up at him, confused at the loss of contact with his mouth, instinctually seeking the warmth of his skin as you curl up closer to him for a moment. Truth be told you've never been very vocal. You aren't sure what to say, where to start. But you don't want to say that and get laughed at by him, or worse yet, called a prude. But then he shoots you that look, the one that feels like he can see straight to your soul and suddenly you're talking.

   "I've never been very vocal. It's embarrassing." You look away as you speak, your cheeks heating up at your admission. You wait for the laughter, for the teasing, but instead, all you feel is his hand cupping your chin and forcing you to look at him.

   "What's so embarrassing about having your partner know what you want? What you like? I want to please you, I want to watch you fall apart. I mean for christ's sake you just licked my cum off my dick without a second thought. As if it was the most natural thing in the world for you. It was the hottest goddamn thing I've ever seen. I want to make sure that you feel just as much pleasure. So tell me, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to eat you out? Finger you? Fuck you? How do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to ride me, do you want me to take you from behind, do you want me to take your ass, or fuck you raw? What exactly do you want?" His free hand ghosts over your body as he holds your face firmly in place. You can't look away, even if you wanted to. It's like he's put you under a spell. Fuck. God, you want him. More than you want anything else. If you were locked in a room with this man for an entire day you'd use every single second to explore his body, to have him explore yours.

   "I want you to eat me out." You're rewarded with a Cheshire cat grin, he looks like a villain who's just been handed the world. And suddenly your thoughts are running back to what he said on the phone. *'I'm not a good guy.'* God, why does that have you so hot and bothered all of sudden? It's like he was put on this earth just to wreck you.

   "Good girl, was that so hard?" Before you can respond he's pushing you onto the bed and prying your underwear off. "Jesus Christ, I don't think I've ever seen panties that wrecked before. Seems little Ms. Corporate enjoys being on her knees. Not that I'm complaining, I consider it an honor to see you enjoy something so filthy with me." You pull yourself up a bit on your arms to see him better, and you tighten at the sight of him prying your legs apart. He's looking at you like you're a delicacy, the finest meal that's ever been presented and he's a starving man. "Do you like that, do you like when I talk to you like this?"

   God, more than you ever thought you would. "Yeah." He chuckles, blinking up at you and shaking his head before hooking your legs over his shoulders and dragging you to the edge of the bed.

   "Another lukewarm response. Maybe I should just stop." He's teasing you, at least you're hoping he is. Because he's so close now, you can feel the warmth of his breath on your clit. But he isn't moving, he's just staying there. His eyes locked on yours as if waiting for more. Christ. He's waiting for you to respond. And you can tell by the amused look on his face that he could wait all night if need be.

   "I..." You pause, take a deep breath and close your eyes. It's too hard to say it while he's looking at you like that. "It turns me on when you tell me things like that."

   "Things like what?" Son of a motherfucker, he's really not going to let you off the hook. He's enjoying this way too much. Fucking sadistic little shit. But the annoyance has you riled up enough to be defiant, to say it.

   "I like it when you call me a good girl. I like it when you call me filthy. I like it when you praise me. I like it when you tell me what you want to do to me. It makes me feel wanted." You almost want to cry, it makes you feel so vulnerable to admit this to him. It's strange, how just moments ago you were so confident and now you suddenly feel so unsure. But when you finally open your eyes back up the look he's giving you makes everything feel alright. Like it's safe. It's safe to be honest with him. To be vulnerable. As if he'll protect you, hold you. You don't know if he actually will, but when he looks at you so tenderly, so lovingly, it's impossible to think that he won't. But it's the smile he gives you, all gums and pearly whites, that make it worth it. Christ, you're flying a million miles an hour on this emotional rollercoaster.

   "What a good girl. You are wanted, so wanted it's terrifying." Before you can even think about the meaning behind his words, the subtext in the empty spaces, his mouth is latched onto your clit. The sensation brings a jolt of electricity up your spine, your legs latching around his face as a long garbled moan drags out of your mouth. Shit, when's the last time you were touched like this?

   "Holy fuck." You can feel him smile, and the low chuckle he gives you reverberates through your body. You aren't sure what to focus on, the tantalizing image of his face buried in your wet heat or the sensation of his tongue as it moves in hungry circles around your clit. Just as you grow used to the dizzying, tingling feeling of his mouth you feel one finger slowly ease its way inside of you. It's odd, how frenzied his mouth is, but how gentle his fingers are. It's easy to sink into this feeling, to relax under his touch. God, he's good. Just as he works in a second finger you can feel yourself unraveling. "Oh my god, don't stop. Please, please don't stop." You've never cum this fast before, but the release is imminent. So close. Maybe it's because you've been so aroused for so long that even the slightest of touches turn you into a mess. You're just over the horizon, legs trembling around him and toes curling as needy whines leave your lips. His tongue moves faster, fingers scissoring into you until all you can see is blinding white. It's almost an out of body experience, everything feels too intense to process. Your body writhing under Yoongi, trying to fight his hold around your legs as your hips lift up and your moans tumble out one after another. It's blinding. Brilliant. It makes you feel whole again. As if all is right with the world when you're here underneath him. But maybe that's just your delirious post-orgasm brain talking.

   Somewhere, it almost feels like it's on another planet, you can hear Yoongi cooing, smiling as he looks down at you with your essence still smeared across his face and fingers still lodged deep inside your pussy. "What a good girl. Do you want to taste yourself?"

   You blink back up, still slightly out of sorts as you nod slowly before finally managing to say, "Yes, please." If you were more coherent you would have probably lost consciousness at the look Yoongi gives, drenched in desire. His nefarious intentions are written on his face. The epitome of deviancy. Sin incarnate. It feels so empty when his fingers pull out with a pop, and both of you watch with rapt attention as he pulls his fingers apart and watches the strings of your release break. God, you always thought he had beautiful fingers but it should be illegal for them to look that good while covered in your essence. You lean up on your forearms, opening your mouth and watching as his fingers slowly enter your mouth. You'd do this a thousand times if it meant getting to see that look on Yoongi's face, the way he watches you with complete and utter satisfaction. As if the only thing in the world he wants to see is you at your lewdest. The guttural groan that leaves his mouth sends waves of pleasure through you as his fingers leave your mouth with a pop.

   "Jesus, you really are going to be the death of me. Or that pretty little mouth of yours will be."

   "At least you'll die happy." You shrug, laughing at the glare he shoots you before giving you a gummy smile. It's odd how comfortable it is to be around him. As if everything is right with the world and the two of you aren't in the middle of outright debauchery that involves you consuming a hell of a lot of cum. It shouldn't be legal for him to give you such a warm and fuzzy smile.

   "Nah, I won't die happy until I've fucked you." He really is the king at giving you emotional whiplash. At this admission you look down to see that he's hard again, leaking precum once more. You've never thought a dick was pretty before, but his is. A dusty shade of pink, thick, twitching in the air with need. You can feel your own core pulse with need as you look at him. Fuck, you want him. More than you've ever wanted anything. Who knew you'd still be this greedy, this needy, after already achieving what was arguably the best orgasm of your life.

   "Then fuck me." The words come out of your mouth in a low timbre, each syllable dripping with want. Yoongi doesn't verbally respond for once, instead, he just repositions you, gently leaning your head against the pillow as he shuffles your thighs over his hips. You can feel the velvety soft tip of his cock tap against your clit, and the soft sensation has you sighing underneath him.

   "Are you sure that's what you really want babe?"

   "I want you to fuck me, Min Yoongi. Please, fuck me." For a moment he pauses, his Adam's apple bobbing. You swear that for a half-second he almost looks like he's contemplating everything as if he's questioning the validity of the situation before he's spitting into his palm and wetting his dick.

   "I won't be gentle. That's not in my vocabulary."

   "I don't want you to be gentle. I want you to fuck me, make me see stars." You reach out to touch his cheek, your hand wandering down his chest for a moment before gripping his dick in your own hand and guiding it to your greedy entrance. He watches for a second before taking over, snapping his hips into yours and sliding in all the way in one go. The burn is tantalizing, the stretch leaves you feeling utterly full and before you can even think of relaxing fully into it he's snapping his hips again.

   "Well Ms. Corporate, you can't say I didn't warn you. I want to see you beg, cry, scream my name. I want to see you fall apart on my cock, over and over again tonight." He emphasizes by picking up pace, his hips smacking against your skin with loud thwacks. It's disorienting, tantalizing, the way he fucks into you. Each time he's fully inside you you can almost touch the stars. You swear his dick is made of magic, the way it takes you out of your own overgrown thoughts and into the present. All you can think of is him, of the pleasure he brings you. It's like your nerves are on fire, it's almost pathetic how quickly you melt underneath him. Teeth clacking, his name spilling out in a broken mantra of whines and moans. Thank god he said he wanted strings attached because all you can think of is that once won't be enough with him. Shit, you're pretty sure you could fuck him every day and you'd still want more. So greedy, so needy. Just for him. Only for him. The devil has you in his crosshairs, but you don't want to leave. "Look at you, already falling apart." Such crass praise. You can feel yourself pulse around him at his words, and the moan that leaves him has your back arching. You wish you could turn his moans into a song, you'd play it on repeat. Such a beautifully filthy sound.

   You can feel another release looming over you when he picks your hips up and fucks into you harder. Christ, how does he have the stamina for this? Not that you're complaining. "Yoongi I'm going to, fuuuuck, right there, keep going, right, fuck!" Somehow he seems to understand your garbled incoherent rambling, because he grins down as he fucks into you harder, pulling you into a heated kiss that you try hard to reciprocate in between broken moans. It's electric. It burns you up from the inside out. It raises goosebumps across your flesh and has your eyes rolling the back of your head as you writhe around him. If Yoongi wanted to ruin you then he's already won. You're positive that sex will never feel this good with anyone else. He slows down for just a moment, fucking into you shallowly as you try to get your breathing back to normal. It's hard to do anything though, you feel like you're floating on a cloud. As if your consciousness is only barely connected to your physical body.

   "You still with me, babe?" You can't even look up at him, it takes a painful amount of effort to just nod. You can hear his own groans and grunts better with your eyes closed. What a sinful symphony, skin against skin, mewls of pleasure from two lovers, or at the very least strings attached deal makers, lost in the throes of passion. He twists you underneath him until you're on all fours, shakey legs barely keeping you up and arms failing as your face plants into the pillow and your ass hangs in the air. He gives one test swat to your ass, and your scream of satisfaction and clenching pussy must be the answer to his unsaid question because his hand comes down harder this time. Surely leaving a pink park in its wake, and before you can process a third loud smack rings through the air. Jesus christ mother mary, you could drown a man right now with how wet he has you. Before you can even say anything he's fucking into you again, taking you from behind as his hands twist into your hair and pull you up until your back is flush to his chest. The sting in your scalp has you clenching around him, you're a mewling drooling mess at this point. And you're too far gone to care, euphoria is the only thought on your mind.

   "You've been such a good girl for me. Do you think  you can cum again, do you want to cum all over my cock for me?" A stuttered yes hangs in the air for just a moment before his mouth latches onto your neck and his hand leaves your hair to tug at one taught nipple while the other dives lower until it's rubbing circles around your clit. Yoongi isn't the only one who would die happy after this, but you can't seem to get the words out. Shit, you can't seem to get any words out. It's taking everything in you to just breathe at this point. Every sensation is too much for you to handle, you're far too sensitive after your last orgasm but you're greedy. You want more. You want to please, you want nothing more than to be good for him. Especially if that means that you'll find only the greatest of pleasures in the process. This third and final orgasm has you spasming, bucking against his chest as broken cries wail out in unison with his own sweet groans of pleasure. God, you wish you weren't in this position, you wish you could keep your eyes open. You wanted to see his face when he came, but then again, there'll be a next time. Won't there? All yours after all. Greedy. You never thought you'd be this greedy.

   You can still feel him bucking into you shallowly before finally moving you back onto a pillow and pulling out carefully. You can feel exhaustion seeping deep into your bones. It takes more effort than you want to admit just to roll over and look up at Yoongi, but it's worth the exertion to see his face. His pale skin is flushed to a pretty petal pink and shining with a thin sheen of perspiration, damp hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes are glazed over in a state of numb content. Handsome doesn't really fit him, he's more pretty you would say. Beautiful really. But you won't say that. You figure most dudes wouldn't take too kindly to being called something so feminine.  So instead you just watch him quietly, drink in the sight of him as he ruffles his hair and shuffles over to your bathroom to clean up. He has a surprisingly nice ass. Christ, you really do like everything about him.

   "Do you have any baby wipes?" His voice sounds hoarse, and a part of you wants to get up and grab a cup of water for him but you're too tired to move.

   "Yeah, in the cupboard closest to the toilet I think I should have some." You hear him rummaging around before he comes out with one wipe and silently cleans you up. It feels oddly domestic, and somehow that makes you feel more awkward than when you were having sex. Christ, you've never been good at these kinds of things. But when you look at Yoongi, the way he just hums to himself as he wipes away any last remnants that have trickled onto your thighs, it's hard to not have your heart melt. He's like the human form of catnip for you, everything feels upside down and yet strangely addictive with him around. "Thanks. Are you going to spend the night?"

   He pauses for a moment, his movements halting and his eyes not meeting your own. That's okay, you're used to this. You shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. "If you're okay with that, that would be nice. But I tend to sleep late, I don't want to bother you if you have to get up early."

   Well, that certainly wasn't what you were expecting. You can't help but blink up at him, words failing before manic uncontrollable giggles come tumbling out of you. You finally manage to stop long enough to wipe some stray tears out of the corner of your eyes before finally responding. "Nah, I set my own hours, we're good."

   You watched him take you in curiously, a small flicker of a smile ghosting his lips before he turned around to rummage through his jeans and grab a lighter and cigarette, about to light up before he turns around and raises an eyebrow, a silent question.

   "Go ahead, but I don't have any ashtrays so you can use a cup or something." You point to the empty water cup by your bed before slipping under the covers, watching him take a deep drag and shut his eyes. The silence would probably feel unbearable with anyone else, but for some reason, it's soothing with him. You have absolutely no clue what you've gotten yourself into with him. Strings firmly attached to whatever the fuck this is, as per his rules. And yours too. You did agree. You want to break this all down, pick it apart and analyze this entire rendezvous piece by piece to make sense of it. You've never been this type of girl before. Impulsive, brash, hedonistic, quick. That's the only way you can describe this. No you were always slow to act, but quick to think until Min Yoongi snarked his way into your heart. And yet it feels so right. Shit. What does that mean? You wish you could think about this more, but the moment you feel his long fingers brushing your hair soothingly you're lulled into sleep.

   That night you dream of his lips on yours, sweaty skin sticking to sheets and the orchestral sound of his groans mixing with slick skin hitting skin. Christ, you're so screwed. Having sex with him isn't enough, not even in your dreams. You aren't sure why he's so all-consuming, but one thing is for certain: he isn't the only one with nefarious intentions.

[wayward-pendragon]

Ultimate taekook rec (pt.1??)!

Hello friends! Quarantine has a lot of us stuck inside so I’m gonna try and keep the fic recs comin and hopefully give y’all something to enjoy while we all stay home :) Taekook is one of my fav ships, I think their personalities fit really well and they are such a fun pair. All of these fic are from ao3 and they’re usually a little on the long side but I’ll throw in some short one-shots as well! This will likely be a pt1 bc i have soooo many taekook bookmarks on ao3. Let’s get started! (I have another BTS fic rec here if you would like more things to read!) 

Bite Me by Curionenene, YeonAh

Summary: “Ho… Hoseok… my na- Ju-Jung Hoseok. Who— what…?”

On hindsight, maybe it wasn't the best idea to reveal your name to two lunatics who had fed you something from a blood bag at 11.54 pm in the middle of a quiet, isolated alleyway.

"Hoseok? Nice to meet you, Hoseok. I'm Kim Namjoon, and this is Kim Seokjin. Do you remember what happened to you?"

“I—”

“Seriously. Just tell him like I did you. It's like pulling off a band-aid, better fast than slow.”

A heavy sigh was Namjoon's response to Seokjin's interjection. "I think this is a bad idea, but alright. Hoseok, you nearly… well… you did die. I saved your life the only way I could. By turning you into a vampire."

On hindsight, maybe it was a really, really, really bad idea.

One unfortunate near-death later, Hoseok finds out a few things: One, vampires are real. Two, they don't sparkle. Three, a war is brewing and he's landed in the middle of it.

Or: AU in which Hoseok screams a lot

okay so I love this fic to the ends of the earth and back. It starts out as Hoseok centred when he is turned into a vampire but then starts to focus on other characters and storylines as well. The Taekook in this is very slow burn but seeing the evolution of their relationship killed me. This fic reads like a full ass novel and I highly highly recommend giving it a read. 

refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma by locks

Summary: Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table, plucking the card off the little holder. "Dearest Taehyung, just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about you. I hope you're thinking about me too. Love--" he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips. "Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang professing his love for me?"

Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand.

Or, Taehyung's been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi's criminal life for a long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling him deeper into the mix.

Mob boss JK but soft mob boss with his son I cannotttt. Watching the evolution of Tae and JK’s relationship was hella cute and fun. Also taekook with kids is just so soft omggg. 

cuz in a sky full of stars (i think i saw you) by wowoashley

Summary: taehyung always has bad ideas. and jeongguk thinks this might be the best.

Proposal AU!! Jungkook needs a guest to bring to the Namjin wedding and it seems like his assistant Taehyung is just the man for the job. This is so sweet but angsty near the end, honestly so goodddd. 

maybe we’re all just fools by airplanewishes

Summary: Jeongguk likes to run. He’s never wanted anyone to run with him before.

Fake dating AU! Jungkook’s on the school track team and his mother is bothering him about dating someone which JK really doesn’t wanna do so that’s where Tae comes in. Honestly it’s hella cute but also hella angst, highly recommend. 

cliff drop gradient by astringxnt

Summary: “somewhere along the way, we will all realize that we only start chasing the things that we were once given a taste of.”

(or, in which Jungkook and Taehyung get married to qualify for more financial aid.)

Weeee love fake dating AUs in this house. Basically Taekook need money so they get married but nothing really changes at first, but then they start to realize their feelings for each other :))

let me know by wowoashley 

Summary: taehyung never wears a shirt

JK moves into an new home and his neighbour just happens to be Taehyung. Through this, JK goes on a journey to discovering he is attracted to Tae and it’s really good but angst w/ a happy ending. 

Cinnamon Crisp by teatimetaemint

Summary: Jungkook needs his daily dose of cuddles and Taehyung likes to wear Jungkook's clothes. They don't care that alphas and omegas aren't supposed to be best friends.

SO MUCH FLUFF. Im not a huge ABO lover but this is such a sweet story and they care about each other sm it warms my heart. Childhood friends to lovers is also one of my weaknesses sooo. 

Date Me by flywithtaetae (kimtaehyungs) 

Summary: Taehyung flirts with the cute high school boy and relishes in the flustered reaction he gets for almost an entire year. But when the following year comes along, he finds himself choking on his own words.

One of the only shorter fics on this list and omgggggggggg it sooooo cuteeeeee. 

I knew I loved you then (but you’d never know) by nutaella 

Summary: 'You asked me to the store with you and your child, and now my distant relative we met thinks I'm married with a baby' AU

Another shorter one but its so sweet. Jungkook has a little bb son and Taehyung is helping his bestie raise his son and they get mistaken for a couple. 

beep boop by vvpa 

Summary: Taehyung’s gaydar is broken. Maybe. Probably, at least. Jungkook can’t really tell.

This one was so funny omgggggg. Its short but so wholesome and funny as hell I actually laughed out loud. 

15.30 - Appointment: Kim Taehyung for Jeon Jeongguk (genital piercing) by PaperTigerBlackAndWhite

Summary: Taehyung makes a bet, the forfeit of which is getting his dick pierced.

He loses the bet.

Good thing the piercer has nice eyes. And face. And hands. Not so nice that he seems to keep laughing at Taehyung, but you can't have everything.

This one is also hilarious omg. Tae getting his dick pierced was never something I thought I would read but here we are. Warning, this has a lot of smut so if that’s not your thing don’t read. 

You’re So Special by miniimin 

Summary: Sometimes you find your soulmate in the form of a dirty kid on the playground. Sometimes it takes a little longer to figure it out, but that's okay - in the meantime, you have a best friend.

(Or: Jeongguk falls in love before he knows what the word means. Taehyung spends all his years teaching him.)

This is one of the absolute sweetest fics I have ever read. It follows Tae and Kook as they grow up from little kids to uni and its so sweet. If u want something wholesome and makes u feel things, read this. 

Fall Asleep (Fall For You) by drannie 

Summary: “They say when you fall in love you can’t fall asleep, but now that I’ve met you I feel like I finally can.”

A University AU where Jungkook and Taehyung become roommates. But Jungkook has insomnia and can't fall asleep with other people and Taehyung can't fall asleep alone.

oh boi is the angst real w/ this one. It is one of the best taekook fics on ao3 for a reason. I highly recommend giving this one a read. 

Chemistry by taecheeks 

Summary: “What’s your zodiac sign?”

“Virgo,” Jungkook responds without thinking. He frowns, glaring. “Why?”

“Hm, I can work with that,” Taehyung says. “I’m a Capricorn.”

“Fascinating. Now back to Chemistry -”

“Isn’t that what I was talking about?”

[Or, Jungkook just wants to get his tutoring sessions with the President's son over with. Taehyung just wants to get his cute tutor under him.]

This one is longgggggg. Basically JK tutors Tae and everything progresses from there. Honestly this fic has a lot of elements to it and I really just love it. It deals with a lot of different themes like child abuse, panic attacks, and many other things so if any of that upsets you, this fic may not be done for you. The entire series is is really cute tho plz read. 

fever started long ago by thestarsabove 

Summary: Where there is love, there is warmth. Where there is honesty, there is relief.

In which Taehyung eats a magical fortune cookie and wakes up physically dependent on Jeongguk’s body heat.

A canon compliant fic rec and boi is it will written. Basically tae becomes dependent on JK’s body heat which ik sounds weird but its a really goof fic trust. 

maybe we’re fireproof by thestarsabove 

Summary: For as long as Jeongguk can remember (and even before that too), his body has been on fire.

Same author as the fic above and just as amazing. Not canon compliant this time and this now JK has problems w/ body heat. Hella recommend this author is fantastic. 

Dogs Days by vestals

Summary: Chopa the corgi needs to be sent to dog school, and it just so happens that his trainer is, in Kim Taehyung's opinion, the finest man out there.

Too bad he's already got a boyfriend.

Okay so this one I was skeptical to read but I’m real happy I did. This fic was sooo good, the build up was killer and I really enjoyed it. There is quite a bit of smut in this one, you have been warned. 

It’s gonna be you (I can’t let go) by OnlyWinterHere

Summary: "The sound of the crowd screaming is deafening. After four years, he should be used to it, but today he needs silence more than ever. Still, Taehyung smiles, because if there's something he's learned how to do is smiling even when he feels like dying."

Or the one where Jungkook gets a girlfriend and Taehyung can't cope.

This one hurttttttttt. If you are in the mood for some angst and sadness here is the fic for you. Happy ending tho and honestly it’s a really good fic. Also the yoomin spinoff is *chef’s kiss*. 

5 millimeters per fucking second by Curionenene

Summary: Jungkook is painfully shy and he wants to do things with his boyfriend Taehyung.

(Or: the kind of slow burn you never knew you needed.)

AWWW this one is the sweetest omgggg. This brings an entirely new meaning to slow burn and it is so precious I can’t. 

i wanna come put your lips on mine by locks

Summary: Taehyung glances over at him and with the light hitting the side of his face, throwing shadows over his face, Jeongguk can't bring himself to be that bothered about their date. Sure being alone would have been nice, but he thinks this is nice, too. He's with Taehyung, they got their dinner and movie. Just maybe next time they hopefully won't have his brothers as chaperones.

And when Taehyung puts his head on Jeongguk's shoulder later, he can't bring himself to be that mad at all, actually.

Or, it turns out Taehyung and Jeongguk share the same brothers: Fraternity for Jeongguk, and for Taehyung, well, blood.

This is another sweet fic. JK and Tae trying to date behind Tae’s brother’s backs is kinda hilarious and adorable. 

Well folks that’s it for now but I have so many more so if y’all are interesting in a pt.2 let me know!! I hope you love these fics as much as I did. If you want other ship recs let me know and I’ll try my best to accommodate!  Stay safe and healthy everyone! 

[sad-sweet-cowboah]

Something to Remember

Took a few days to write this, it’s long cause I’m a sucker for detail!

Summary: Arthur Morgan was a video game character who you enjoyed playing, up until that same character appeared in your house one day without any explanation. Two weeks later, he’s still learning things about the modern world.

Pairings: Arthur Morgan x Modern!Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Very light angst, unrealistic expectations of the male refractory period

A soft whisper of your name rouses you from your comfortable sleep. You groan and open your eyes, first glancing at the digital clock on your nightstand. It was 6:30 am.

Annoyance washed over you. You hated being woken up early, especially on your day off.

Your room was washed in the faint glow of the morning light as it was just starting to peek over the horizon.

You hear your name again, this time a little louder. You glance toward the source of the noise, noticing your door stood ajar with a face peeking out at you.

Arthur Morgan.

“Arthur?” You sat up, your voice plagued with a yawn. “What’s wrong?”

He opened the door more, hovering within the doorway. “Sorry,” he murmured. “Didn’t mean to disturb ya.”

You observed him silently. It’d been two weeks since this man had somehow appeared into your life, and you mean that in a literal sense. One night you were sitting at your TV, running a mission on your game, and somehow something had changed. You remember waking up to an odd sound elsewhere in your small house, and you hurriedly ran out of your bedroom thinking your cat had gotten into something. Nope. Instead you saw the cowboy, dressed as how he appeared in your game, complete with the custom-made weapons that adorned his hips and back. He was just as wide-eyed and confused as you were.

So far, the last two weeks had been interesting. You weren’t sure as to how a character from one of your PlayStation games had come to life, although there had been no indication or intention of him being returned to said game. Trying to calm the riled up outlaw was one thing, when jumping a hundred and twenty years into the future and being surrounded by unfamiliar technology wasn’t something that was covered in any class you took at school. You couldn’t explain to him that he was a character from a video game. You couldn’t even explain whatever strange force brought him to life, to your house out of all places.

He was still adjusting, that’s for sure. You remember how he reacted to your phone ringing, nearly jumping out of his own skin like a damn cat. He was already on edge, and you had to calm him down before anything else would further set him off. Somehow you’d managed to do so, although keeping a wary eye on the pistols that sat in their holsters.

You’d somehow convinced him to stay here at your house, knowing that he’d more than likely run into trouble or BECOME the trouble had he ventured out into town. Despite this he couldn’t help but to touch literally everything in your possession. It was like watching a toddler, and it felt like it too. Intrigued by the TV, your Bluetooth stereo, and even your stove – electric – his blue eyes widened in awe as the surface lit up before him and instantly getting off heat. The microwave fascinated him too, same with the fridge- he could not keep his hands to himself the first day.

At some point you had to run out and buy him some actual modern clothing, although sticking close to his style just to keep him comfortable, you can thank the local Tractor Supply for the abundance of flannels and worker jeans. He watched in absolute fascination when you placed his original clothing into the wash, mumbling about how much better it was than river water.

Things started to ease after that day. You decided to take him out to town after a long conversation as to why it would be a bad idea to walk around in public with his multiple firearms. He didn’t like it but heeded your wishes regardless.

During the car ride, he was surprisingly quiet. He mentioned it was no different than taking a carriage somewhere, aside from the very obvious modern technology and the lack of horses. He loved the stereo, although confused by your choice of music. Fast paced and loud, it took him a while to understand the lyrics.

The first bite of a fast food burger blew his mind, and he promptly wolfed the rest of it down, along with the fries, exclaiming that was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

The local bar caught his sights and he immediately made a beeline toward it, and you hadn’t noticed for a moment. You finally realized he was not trailing behind and you see him disappear behind the door. You quickly find him gawking at the bartender, completely baffled by the fact that a shot of whiskey cost four dollars.

Despite everything else, it began to feel normal coming home to him. After painstakingly making sure he wouldn’t accidentally blow your house off the face of the earth somehow, you would leave for work. The worry that plagued your mind would ease as you walked in the door to find him on the couch, drawing contently in his journal while your kitten napped next to him. It was definitely a sight to see.

Somehow he’d learned how to use your kitchen, and the past week the smell of delicious food would grace your nose as you walked across the threshold. You knew he could cook; how many times have you had him roast oregano or thyme spiced venison in the game? But man, you didn’t know he could cook. He’d lay a plate in front of you, even though you mention that it wasn’t necessary. He only shook his head and said it was the least he could do for giving him a place to stay.

Every night it felt as if you were dreaming, and that you’d wake up the next morning without a trace of him. Every morning you’d feel happier when you saw him already up, bustling about and wondering what to do that day in particular.

“Mind if I come in?” He asked, noting your silence.

Snapping out of your trance, you nodded. He smiled and stepped in completely. He stood there silently, almost awkwardly, his broad frame only just visible in the dim dawn light. “Need something?” You asked, your curiosity beginning to pique.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes darting away for a moment. “I, uh, just wanted to say thank you for everything. Can’t be easy puttin’ up with my dumb ass.”

You let out a soft chuckle. “You’re anything but dumb, Arthur,” you responded. “Besides, I would be in the same way had I been sent over a century in the future.”

He made a small noise between a chuckle and a sigh. It’d fallen silent again, and you observed his stance. Something seemed off.

“Are you okay?” You asked. He didn’t answer, and you scooted from underneath your blanket toward the edge of your bed. Patting the space next to you, you added, “Come tell me.”

Arthur let out another sigh and took your offer, albeit hesitantly, taking the spot next to you. He was wearing one of the outfits you bought for him, a dark blue flannel and lighter blue jeans. His hands were adorned with the fingerless rifleman gloves. The top of the shirt was unbuttoned, allowing a little bit of chest hair to poke out. His hair, cut into the fade style that you loved, shone a dull gold within the growing sunlight behind you.

You were too busy caught in his appearance that you almost didn’t realize he began speaking again.

“I miss my family,” he murmured, his gaze fallen to his hands. “I reckon they’re all dead now. Hell, they definitely are,” he glanced up at you. “Dutch, Hosea, Charles, Lenny… I even miss Uncle complaining about his Lumbago.”

You frowned as your heart sank. You knew this simply wasn’t true; they never existed in the real world. Technically they were alive, if you were to boot up your console and show him yourself. However your PlayStation currently sat in your closet, determined for him not to accidentally discover the video game, if it even worked without its main protagonist.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. “I’m sure they were great.”

“I grew up with them, ya know,” Arthur continued. “Dutch n’ Hosea took me in when I was still a kid. Taught me everything I know.” A small, sad smile played at the edge of his lips.

Your heart sank further into your stomach. Whatever force brought Arthur to you, you briefly wished there was a way for him to see the Van der Linde gang once again. You then banished the thought, contemplating on how difficult it would be if you could fit another twenty-odd people in your living room.

“Well, if you can’t get back to your time, then you have all the time to make new friends.” Your feeble attempt to cheer him up didn’t seem to work as he let out a huff of disbelief.

“I ain’t a good man, Y/N. Don’t think nobody wants to be friends with someone like me.” There was a dark tone to his voice. Self pity.

The poor man had no self esteem. You knew this from how many times you’ve heard him disregard any kind comments towards him. He was always surrounded by the gang. You remember the distinct few times where a woman would hail him down in camp and have a personal discussion on what plagued his mind. He was such a complex, well-written character that despite his demons, he was surrounded by people that cared about him. Now, he was alone. You reached out and wrapped your arms around his torso for a brief hug. It was the first time you were this close to him, and he tensed from your touch. As you drew back, he looked at you with slight confusion.

“The hell was that for?” He asked, his voice shook with a humorless chuckle.

“You sounded like you needed a hug.” You simply said. “Sorry, did it bother you?”

He shook his head. “Not at all, just…surprised you’d do that. I ain’t worth it.”

More of the self-pity. You groaned at that. “Mr. Morgan,” you started, shoving your hands to your hips. “I don’t want to hear none of that now! You’re the coolest man I’ve ever come across. So stop this self-hating bullshit, its unhealthy!”

He blinked, surprised by your sudden outburst. It seemed like it took him a moment to understand what you were saying. His brow furrowed slightly as his gaze shifted downward once again. “You care that much, huh?”

“Course I do,” you responded proudly. “You show up in my living room from some sort of time warp and have been camping out on my couch for the past two weeks. How else am I gonna make sure you’re living and breathing?”

He let out another laugh, a lighter tone that made you smile. “I ‘spose that’s fair. Don’t find much hospitality back where I’m from unless ya pay for it. Can’t really imagine where I’d be if I hadn’t ended up here. You’ve helped me a lot.”

Your heart fluttered slightly against your rib cage as your face flushed from the compliment. Your smile grew as you placed your hand on his shoulder. “I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. You definitely have made my life more exciting since you’ve arrived.”

“Excitin’?” He repeated.

You nodded. “Who else can say they have a 19th century outlaw chilling at your house?”

“Chillin’,” he snorted. “I still ain’t used to the way you speak sometimes.”

Now you had to laugh. “You’ll get used to it, cowboy. Besides, you’ll have a place to stay until the day you get back to your time. You can count on that.”

He smiled now. A small, warm smile on his full lips. “Thanks Y/N. You know, even though I miss the gang, you make this place feel…like home.”

Oh, darn that Arthur. You felt the heat surge to your cheeks again. “Well, Mr. Morgan. I’m glad I can do so.” You said softly, your eyes never leaving him. His pretty blue eyes were bright as they met your gaze. His smile never left his face. You observed every feature, from his hard jawline to the stubble that graced it. The weathered look to his cheeks highlighted the hard years of his past.

Good lord, why were you falling for a video game character?

Truth be told, you thought Arthur was good looking before, the graphics did wonders on his character model. But now he sat before you, as real as day. He was even more gorgeous now. It was silly to think about, but damn if the Universe didn’t give you an opportunity.

It’d been a while since you’ve been with someone, anyone, in the romantic sense. You’d broken up with your last significant other almost a year ago. You were too busy to consider entering another relationship, yet your mind began to wonder…

You leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. It was quick, and you pulled away before he could react. Your heart hammered as you looked for his response, his eyes wide and the shock plain on his face.

“Uh…”

Shit, maybe that wasn’t the right move.

“Y/N…”

“Sorry!” You spluttered. “I-I don’t know what I was thinking,” you placed your face in the palm of your hand, the embarrassment hitting you like a brick wall. “Please forget that happened…”

You waited for him to say something, to tell you off for the attempt, or even just getting up and leaving. The silence ticked on, blood rushing through your veins as your heart hammered wildly in your chest. You wondered what was taking him so long, when you felt the brush of fingers on your cheek.

Surprised, you looked up at him. His face was soft, not angry in any way. You blinked in surprise, and his hand moved from your cheek to your chin. He guided you closer until his lips met yours. The relief that washed over you was quickly replaced as you kissed him back. His lips were soft against yours, his hand still held you there as his other moved to rest gingerly on the small of your back.

You leaned closer, feeling the heat radiate from his body. Your arms wrapped around his neck, resting against his broad shoulders. It’d been so long since you felt the affection of another, so much that your craving overtook all other thought. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a little voice screamed at you for even thinking of such a thing. Yet the rest of you did not care. Carefully, you shifted your position to climb into his lap, straddling him between your thighs.

He stiffened again, and you parted the kiss to look at him. “Is this okay?” You asked quietly.

He stared back at you, his eyes dark. It seemed as if it took him a moment to consider, and then he nodded. His hands took their place on your hips.

Smiling, you kissed him again, pressing yourself harder against his mouth. He complied and kissed you back with equal force. Your lips parted as his hot breath mixed with yours. One hand left your hip and made its way to your hair, tangling his fingers within it. The gentle tug sent your thoughts into a spiral of madness, the carnal urge beginning to rise within you.

Do you dare?

Your own hand slid down his body, slowly, marveling the planes and peaks of his muscles. He didn’t seem to mind as he gave a soft groan from your touch. Your fingers hovered over a button, and you slowly undid it, testing the waters. With no negative reaction you worked down his shirt, one by one, until the fabric fell completely open as he shrugged it off the rest of the way. Although you couldn’t see it, you remembered how he looked. You ran your palms along his chest and abdomen, allowing your nails to lightly scratch his skin. He twitched from the sensation, and you could feel his breathing slightly quicken.

A hardness made itself known against your inner thigh. You knew what it meant, and wasted no time in beginning the exploration below his belt. As you started to undo his jeans, only then did he pull back from you.

Your eyes bore into his. Your face was burning from the intensity, your own breathing was erratic as your heart hammered. Did you go too fast?

“Darlin’…” he began, a sadness reflecting on his face. “Are you sure? I don’t think you want to be with someone as ugly as me.”

You bit back a sigh as that self hatred reared its ugly head again. You inwardly cursed whoever kicked his self-esteem in the balls so you could return the favor. Instead, you placed your hand tenderly on his cheek. “I’m sure, Arthur. Plus, you’re the opposite of ugly.”

The look on his face told you that he didn’t exactly believe you, yet he didn’t argue. Without an indication of wanting to stop, you decided to go further. Your other hand pressed against the warm hard line in his jeans briefly, eliciting a groan from him. You unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, allowing what his underneath to be partially freed. It stood stark beneath the thin cotton of his boxers. Working around the fabric, you were able to free it completely from its confinement.

His size was impressive, you had to admit that. Bigger than average yet not frighteningly long, with quite the girth on him. He was uncut as well, remembering that circumcision was uncommon during that time period. The veins that spidered along his length stood prominent through his skin. Wrapping your fingers lightly at the base, you pumped your hand slowly.

A moan escaped his lips as he closed his eyes. As you worked your touch along his length, you could feel your own heat making its presence. As much as you wanted to pin him down and ride him, you staunched your desire for now. Placing pressure on his chest, he fell back onto the bed as he gave you a curious look. Scooting up to be eye level with him, you gave him a sultry smile and slowly inched down. Your eyes scoured his body as you leaned down to place kisses along his torso. Every blemish and scar was brushed by your lips. You took your time, listening to his shallow breathing. You wanted to make sure he knew you loved his body.

Placing one last kiss below his navel, you shifted to kneel in between his legs.

“What’re you doin’?” He asked, the bewilderment strong in his voice as you leaned toward his manhood.

Of course, the poor man probably never had a blowjob in his life. You wondered if he was even familiar with the act. Either way, it was time to change that. “Making you feel good.” You whisper, leaning forward to place a kiss on the head before taking it within your mouth, languidly working your tongue. Keeping eye contact, watching his face flush as you earned another moan. You took your time, working further and further down his length, swirling your tongue against his hot skin. He melted from underneath you, his murmurs of pleasure was like a sweet melody in your ears. It’d only gotten better when you began to bob your head.

Immediately, his hand found the back of your head. The slight pressure prompted you to go faster, allowing him to reach to the back of your throat. His hips quivered as if fighting the urge to buck further into your mouth. He groaned your name along with explicit sinful utterances, all which could drive you wild.

You continued, keeping a steady pace. A moment or two passed when he made a small noise when his hand suddenly moved. You glanced up at him again when he exclaimed your name. “I’m about to-!”

You deep throated him once more, which seemed to do the trick as he was cut off mid-sentence with a guttural groan. He bucked up once as you felt the heat spill into your mouth. You held yourself still as he emptied himself completely. As his muscles relaxed from underneath you, you slid yourself up and off, popping your lips as you swallowed his load. You didn’t mind that he was quick to finish, but you felt proud for your ability to pleasure him in such a way.

Catching his breath did not stop him from gawking at you, completely dumbfounded. You smiled at him, unable to help the giggle that escapes just by seeing his reaction alone.

“Christ, woman,” he breathlessly grunted. “You’re definitely somethin’.”

“I take pride in my work.” You laughed.

He rubbed his face and sat up, a smile stretching on his lips. “Mind if I, uh, return the favor then?”

Now it was your turn to blush, yet the pulsation that originated from your core eagerly awaiting allowed you to nod. “Have you done that before?” You asked.

Shaking his head, he responded, “Never in my lifetime. So…I’ll probably need a little guidance.”

How cute was he? Before you could reply, he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you toward him. The action made you fall back on the bed, letting out a short laugh as you did so. He took the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down along with your panties, exposing your hairless mound to him. You watched as he lowered his mouth to you, his eyes never leaving yours. His tongue slid down your slit, you welcomed the hot wetness with a shudder.

His mouth was fully against you, his scruff tickling you in a pleasant way, and he took no time in finding your bud. The movement was slow at first, careful strokes from him as he learned your body. You murmured to him, guiding as he followed effortlessly. He triggered a certain spot that released a loud moan from you. And this man has never eaten a pussy before? Upon your reaction, he repeated it, expertly using the tip of his tongue to make you squirm. He certainly was a quick learner.

He continued to please you, still with some breathless guidance from you. It felt like a dream, floating in your own bliss. He was slow and steady for you, knowingly observing how your body reacted. You moaned his name quietly, your hand finding its way to his head, running your fingers through his soft hair.

His hands roved your sides, pushing up your tank top and admiring your curves and smooth skin. His calloused fingers, as rough as they were, felt good against you. “Finger me.” You moaned.

He did so, without a pause in his current action he slowly inserted one in, exploring your inner walls. The sensation felt even greater, fighting hard to keep yourself from grinding into his face. He inserted another, soon finding that special spot that nearly sent you over the edge. You couldn’t help but to buck your hips up, feeling him startle from your movement. He soon realized what it meant and fervently brushed his fingers against the spot again.

You uttered his name again, louder this time, feeling your peak coming quick. Keeping yourself still to prevent from bucking again, you gripped onto Arthur’s hair. “Fuck…” you gasped, just seconds from the edge now. One last combination of his tongue and fingers and you lost yourself immediately, coming undone in his grip and leaving you in such ecstasy. Panting slightly, you let go of his hair and peered down at him.

His eyes met yours, and even you could see the pride within him. Prideful that he just did that to you.

“You can eat some pussy, ya know that Arthur?” You murmured, your breathing still shallow.

He chuckled at that. “Is that what you call it? Either way, I’m glad I am.”

You giggled and sat up, grabbing his hands to pull him closer to you. “You’re a fast learner, Mr. Morgan. I can’t wait to see what comes next.”

His face reddened slightly, casting his eyes downward in slight embarrassment although the smile never left his face. “It’s been a while, Y/N. Hope I don’t disappoint ya.”

“Then let me take over.” You purred, kissing him again. You could taste yourself on his lips as you overtook him again, allowing him to lay back on the bed. Pulling down his jeans and boxers completely, you straddled him once more. He was hard once again, and you briefly wondered how long he’d last now. You hovered yourself over him, just barely letting your folds slide across the head of his dick. You teased him and he shuddered between your legs, his fingers trailing up and down your thighs. The look in his eyes pleaded and told you the patience he had was beginning to wear thin.

You lowered yourself onto him. Almost painstakingly slow, you held the urge to thrust down and start riding him wild. His hands took their place once again on your hips as he stretched your inner walls in the most pleasant way. You buried him completely within you, watching his face contort in bliss as he let out a low groan.

You made the first move, rolling your hips carefully against his. The movement was slow and steady, the feeling absolutely amazing. He squeezed your flesh, his nails slightly spurring you. Your moans were continuous, tilting your head back as you continued to ride him. He groaned your name in between sinful whispers, his grip on you tightening. You felt his torso quiver below you before he thrust upward, earning a loud gasp.

“Fuck, Y/N. You feel amazing.” He rasped, bucking up into you again.

You didn’t respond, too caught up in your own ecstasy. You began to ride him a little harder, letting him deeper within you. His hands moved from your hips, trailing underneath your tank top, pushing the fabric up completely to expose yourself to him. He took a hold of your breasts. You shuddered as he massaged them slowly, soon beginning to tweak your nipples between his fingers.

“A-Arthur…” You whined, the stimulation almost too much for you. You kept your rhythm, even when he occasionally thrusted into you-letting out a gratuitous moan from you-lost in the complete pleasure that radiated from your core.

He continued to murmur, uttering your name every once in a while. His calloused hands explored every part of your body, moving from your breasts to your sides and to your midline. His slid his hand down to your bud, his thumb beginning to massage it. You shuddered at his touch, biting your lip as it only added to the amazing sensation. You reached down and grabbed his wrist, and he peered up at you with confusion.

“I don’t want to, not yet.” You sighed to him. He nodded once, placing his hand back on your waist. You wanted to prolong this, make it sweet for the both of you.

His hands moved to the small of your back, and before you could react, he pulled you down into a sweet kiss. You responded immediately, moaning into his mouth as he wrapped his arms around you tightly and took control, thrusting easy and deep within you. It wasn’t long until he rolled you over into your back, taking place on top. He parted the kiss to place his hands on either side of you. You gazed into his baby blue eyes as he smiled. He whispered into your ear, asking if that was okay. You nodded silently, and elicited a whimper as he drove deep within you. He was getting more confident with himself.

He continued to thrust deep, keeping it slow and steady like you were. He wanted to prolong it as well. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your nails scratching his strong back. He winced slightly and threw himself forward even rougher than before. A gasp left your lips as your legs wrapped around his waist, his hips flush with yours, burying him to his root.

He groaned out, cursing in your ear before nipping it slightly. He buried his lips to your neck next, kissing and nibbling along the front and collarbone. Your skin erupted into goosebumps wherever he trailed his mouth, and you knew you were going to have marks later, not that you minded. You were leaving marks of your own as your nails endlessly scoured his back, your whines none too quiet.

He had his face buried in the crook of your neck when he uttered, “I ain’t gonna last much longer, Y/N.” his breath hitched as he spoke into your skin. He reached in between you two to play with your nub again, this time you welcomed it, wanting nothing more than the sweet release yourself. His breathing became shallower as his thrusts quickened, although still reaching far within you. His fingers danced little circles on your clit.

Digging your nails hard into his muscles, it didn’t take too long for you to hit the height of your peak, calling out his name was you came undone underneath him. He didn’t cease his thrusting although removing his hand to wrap his arms tightly around you-using the leverage to quicken his pace. You had to refrain from yelping out loud, biting onto your lip as he relentlessly pounded into you. He grunted utterly filthy words to you, causing you to blush immensely. You couldn’t respond, out of breath yourself with no chance to recover from your own orgasm.

It wasn’t much too longer when he thrust into you one last time, holding you tight against his body, releasing a long groan as he finally emptied himself into you. It was quiet for a moment, nothing but the sounds of your combined breathing filled the air. His tense muscles relaxed as he gently released his hold on you. Your gazes met, his face flushed and his eyes glazed over. His lips parted as he took short breaths, yet it didn’t stop him from closing the space between you to give you a loving kiss. You held him to you, your arms still around his neck. It was only a short moment before he pulled back slowly.

As he pulled out of you, a slight shudder took your body as his cum dripped from you. He blinked in realization, and a look of guilt shot across his face.

“Oh, Jesus- I’m sorry, Y/N. I should have pulled out.” He sighed, sitting up straight and ducking his head low in shame.

Oh, what a sweet, sad man. Of course he wouldn’t know the miracles of modern world contraceptives yet. “Arthur,” you started. “It’s okay, I’m protected.”

He gave you a look of confusion.

“A lot of things have changed in the sexual world,” you explained. “And I’ll explain better when I’m not tired.” You emphasized your latter statement with a yawn. The sun was higher in the sky now, illuminating your room in the bright morning glow. Yet you definitely could use a nap, and patted the bed space next to you.

The confusion was replaced by curiosity, although he didn’t ask any further questions. A smile slowly appeared on his face as he took the spot next to you. At first he didn’t do anything, until his arms slowly slinked around you.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked quietly.

“Arthur, we just fucked,” you reminded him as you giggled softly. “I think you don’t have to ask to cuddle me.”

He chuckled, not hesitating to pull you closer, feeling his solid chest against your back. He felt comfortable and warm, and the fatigue washing over you. “Guess there’s much more I gotta get used to.” He drawled, his own voice heavy. He placed a small kiss on the back of your neck, and his touch was the last thing you felt as you drifted off to sleep.

[singofsolace]

Writing Life: 2019 Review

I saw @cassandra-pentughasst do this, and wanted to bring it into the CAOS fandom!

total number of words you wrote published this year: 

99,918 words published on Ao3 this year! But I’ve written far more than that. 

fic(s) you completed this year:  13! 

fics you’ll continue next year: 

The Proposal

Sir, Spare Your Threats

boil and bubble

strange things did happen here

current number of wips: 

Four (the ones listed above!)

any new fics to start next year:  yes! I currently have three Spellwell fics in the works. stay tuned! favorite fic you wrote this year: Sir, Spare Your Threats and the prequel: to bed, to bed, to bed!  

As some of you may know, I have a BFA in Theatre Arts and another degree in Classical Theatre. This story is allowing me to explore my favorite characters as well as my passion for Shakespeare!

least favorite fic you wrote this year: I think before that, and colder got way darker than I intended it to be. it didn’t exactly cross any lines, but Sabrina having visions of Zelda being abused was definitely one of the most twisted things I've written. favorite line/scene you wrote this year: “Zelda Spellman had no idea how she had come to be sitting on a couch in a room with absolutely atrocious modern design, opposite a woman who looked like she had more secrets than Greendale had coal,” from La Vita Nuova most popular fic this year: Well, this isn’t really a fair question, because I started my most popular fic in 2018, and it just continues to be my most popular. That would be The Proposal. But in terms of the most popular one this year, it would be Sir, Spare Your Threats.

(this got long so I’m putting the rest under the cut)

least popular fic this year: I’m pretty sure I deleted the least popular fics, which were some of my The Worst Witch fanfics, when I realized that not only was no one reading them, but they were earning me hateful anonymous messages. I ship both Hicsqueak and Hackle (because I’m gay as fuck and in love with Hecate Hardbroom in any context) but after season 3 of TWW, Hackle and its shippers were targeted as “abuse apologists” which I found incredibly upsetting. First of all, it’s not even a canon ship, so everyone needs to calm the fuck down, and second of all, I have shipped Hackle since 1998, when writers who actually knew what they were doing were in charge of their stories. I’m not going to stop shipping them just because the writing went down the toilet. I ship them as they were pre-season 3. Bite me.  longest completed fic you wrote this year: Technically, according to Ao3, that would be to bed, to bed, to bed, but that fic is part of my Shakespeare Au, which is still in progress.

shortest completed fic you wrote this year: 

I definitely deleted this, but it was a fic called Salem, which I wrote in response to the Hackle Summer Trope Challenge. In it, Ada asks Hecate to take the girls on a field trip to Salem, Massachusetts, and there was a great moment (if I do say so myself) when Hecate suggests Miss Bat be the one to do it, but Miss Bat refuses because she considers Salem to be a place of genocide. It was less than 1000 words, but it was a really vivid snapshot.

longest wip of the year: 

Technically, that would be The Proposal at 35,755 words.

favorite character to write about this year: Zelda Spellman.  a fic you didn’t expect to write: 

I wrote a cute little snapshot of Zelda and Lilith playing spin the bottle as a request from @goldstan-squeemander . Definitely didn’t expect to write that, but I’m happy I did!

most memorable comment/review: 

@its-a-goode-day (aka TomorrowNeverCame) just left the most incredible review on Sir, Spare Your Threats. It made my day, my week, my year! It was practically an essay and IT MADE ME SO HAPPY OK.

events you participated in this year: 

I ran the Madam Spellman Fictober Challenge as well as participated in it.

fics you wanted to write but didn’t:  I wanted to write a fic for Miranda Otto’s birthday, but it’s very late, and still a work in progress.

favorite fic you read this year: 

for in our youth we did these things by hihoplastic. it was published in 2018, but I keep coming back to it as one of my favorite fics ever written. I reread it again and again.

Writing goals for 2020: 

I want to respond to comments more quickly. I tend to spend all of my free time writing, so by the time I get around to cutting out a block of time to respond to people, days or weeks have gone by. 

I tag @frizz22 @claire-de-macarune @saturn-silk @bainelland and whoever else took the time to read this!