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voyter · 8 months ago

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NO NUT NOVEMBER ⋆ 정국 !

pairing. jeon jungkook x fem!reader

jungkook and his friends are all in on the internet's most ridiculous trend: no nut november. but you’re determined to make your boyfriend lose — and you know just how to do it.

⟡₊ ⊹ THANKSGIVING SPECIAL !

word count. 8.9k words warnings. stupid fucking nnn challenge. JUNGKOOK IS SOOO DRAMATIC IN THIS OML. competitive koo. oc being petty as fuck. oc a brat hehe. jungkook cannot lie to save his life. he fighting demons in his head. needy koo. slight crack. smut. oral (fem!receiving). MUNCH JK. dry humping. blindfolding (very brief lasts like five seconds). koo loves her boobies. unprotected sex. dom!jk (i dont usually like writing him like this but i didnt hate it).

ana's notes. happy (very late) thanksgiving !!! BETTER LATE THAN NEVER RIGHT. this was supposed to be posted after thanksgiving but i got so busy and then the writers block crept up on me :\ .. ANYWAYS i am so grateful for you guys and the support you have shown for my writing, it means a lot since this is a hobby that i love. heres a little silly smutty fic for the holidays !! keep your comments positive or say nothing at all <3

There was this utterly ridiculous trend that resurfaced on the internet like clockwork every year — No Nut November.

The viral phenomenon was a joke. Honestly, who in their right mind would actually take part in such a thing?

Well... Jungkook and his friends would.

Never ones to back down from a challenge, they had turned the trend into a full-blown competition: the last man standing would walk away with a cash prize collected from everyone who failed. And Jungkook? He wasn’t about to lose. Not to his friends. Not to anyone.

It wasn’t like he needed the money. Jungkook was doing just fine in that department, thank you very much. But the satisfaction of watching his friends begrudgingly hand over their hard earned cash, faces red with defeat? Fucking priceless. Count him in.

Unbeknownst to you, the bet was in full effect. Therefore, in preparation for what promised to be a painfully unfulfilling month, Jungkook made the most of Halloween night. His desire was overwhelming as he pulled you into his arms again and again. By the time you were both utterly spent, he’d taken you three times — round after relentless round, ensuring he had no regrets before the clock struck midnight.

It was all part of his plan: to have you as many times as he possibly could before November hit and he couldn’t have you at all. He was dead serious about this challenge. Winning was secondary — what mattered most was that he didn’t lose.

By the first week of November — just five days in — Jungkook had been doing surprisingly well. His restraint was impressive, and he’d managed to keep his touches brief and calculated. The physical contact between you two had been limited to sweet, innocent moments: the kisses you shared when he left and came home from work, the soft pecks exchanged before falling asleep, or the comforting warmth of cuddling. None of it lingered too long, and Jungkook was acutely aware of how easily even the smallest touch could spiral into something much harder to resist.

But Jungkook’s plan didn’t seem to work so well after all. As the week drew closer to its end, you began to get eager.

Your arms would wrap around his waist from behind, your chest pressing against his back as you left featherlight kisses against the nape of his neck. Each one sent a shiver down his spine, your breath warm and teasing against his skin. Your fingers trailed along his arms and shoulders a little longer than usual, like they couldn’t bear to part from him. When you kissed him, your lips lingered just a second too long, brushing against his with a softness that made his heart pound and his resolve crumble.

And Jungkook — poor, stubborn Jungkook — felt the strain of holding himself back with every passing moment.

The tension in his body was unmistakable. His jaw clenched, his hands fisted at his sides, as if anchoring himself in place was the only way to resist you. But it was getting harder. Your every move — a tilt of your head, a brush of your fingers, the soft hum of your laughter — was a calculated test of his willpower.

There were times where his thumb hovered over the group chat. His mind screamed at him to type out the words, to admit defeat, to let it all go so he could have you the way he so desperately craved.

But he didn’t.

He kept his composure, though it was a battle he felt he was losing by the second. Temptation clung to him like a warm, enticing embrace, your every move a test of his self control. You were irresistible, and he knew it. Hell, even the fucking dickwad of a neighbor — the one who always found a reason to greet you while mugging Jungkook — knew it. But as much as he wanted to give in, Jungkook had to tread carefully. Ignoring you completely would be suspicious, and pulling away would be totally out of character. You’d see right through him.

So he found a fine line to walk, a delicate balance: giving you just enough to keep you satisfied while keeping his own burning desires tightly in check. A heated makeout session here, his hand squeezing your ass there — little gestures that made everything feel normal. Just enough to keep you from noticing anything was off, but never enough to let things spiral out of control.

The thought of explaining the ridiculous bet to you was out of the question — he wasn’t about to tell you he’d willingly signed up to not get his cock wet for a whole month. So instead, he silently resolved to endure.

It wasn’t easy. Hell, it was torture. But the thought of losing to his friends? That was even worse. Their smug faces, the relentless teasing — it was unthinkable. Jungkook would rather give himself the worst case of blue balls imaginable than admit defeat.

But just as the next week was about to begin, Jungkook’s willpower met its match.

At night, Jungkook stuck to his usual routine. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and climbed into bed. He scrolled aimlessly through his TikTok for you page, waiting for you to finish up in the bathroom and join him. It was the same comforting ritual as always.

Usually, when you slipped into bed, he’d put his phone down immediately. Without a word, he’d shift closer, press his chest to your back, tangle your legs together, and throw a protective arm over your waist. It was an unspoken rhythm you both loved, the closeness of his warmth pulling you both into peaceful sleep.

But tonight, something felt different.

It had been a long week — too long. You hadn’t had him, hadn’t felt his touch, hadn’t been able to drown in the comfort of him. And tonight, the ache of missing him was unbearable. You needed him, desperately.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, the soft light from the lamp illuminated him sprawled across the bed. His focus was on his phone, completely oblivious to you — but your attention was elsewhere.

The thin material of his sweatpants did nothing to hide the outline of his cock, pressing firmly against the fabric as he lay there in complete ease. It was almost unfair how effortlessly attractive he looked.

And just like that, the last of your restraint snapped.

You didn’t even try to play coy. Not tonight. Not when every fiber of your being screamed for him, for his touch, for his warmth.

You crawled onto the bed with purpose, straddling his hips in one smooth motion. Jungkook tensed beneath you, his phone slipping from his hand onto the mattress. His dark eyes met yours, wide with surprise, but the second your lips captured his, you felt him relax into the kiss.

It didn’t take long for your lips to wander. From his mouth to his jaw, each kiss slower and deeper than the last. That’s when he knew.

This wasn’t going to end with a few kisses.

“It’s getting late,” he murmured, his voice breathy, like he was trying to convince himself more than you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, your lips trailing down his neck, suckling gently at the spot you knew made him shudder.

“We should go to sleep,” he tried again, though his words sounded more like a plea than an order.

“Don’t wanna,” you whispered against his skin, your hand sliding down between your bodies, cupping the hardening length beneath his sweatpants.

The guttural moan that tore from his lips was instant, raw, and uncontrollable. His reaction was visceral, his hands flying to your hips to still you, but it was too late. That single touch had ignited something primal in him.

With a sudden movement, he flipped you onto your back, his hands capturing your wrists and pinning them firmly above your head.

“Why do you never listen to me?” he said through clenched teeth. His frustration of trying to compose his restraint thinning. Why won’t you let him win? His face was so close to yours that the tip of his nose brushed against yours, his breath warm and uneven against your lips.

“Love pissing you off,” you shot back, your grin wicked as your eyes gleamed with mischief. You tilted your head slightly, your voice dropping into something softer, sultrier. “Makes me wet.”

“Brat,” he spat. His grip on your wrists tightened just slightly, his jaw clenching as if holding himself back took everything he had.

To you, it was all in good fun — a playful game, harmless teasing. But to Jungkook? It was sweet, unrelenting torment. Every kiss you pressed to his skin, every soft laugh that spilled from your lips, and every calculated touch you offered worked to chip away at his resolve, unraveling him one agonizing piece at a time.

He wanted to be strong, to resist, to uphold his own ridiculous self imposed boundaries. But how could he? How could he lay down beside you and simply go to sleep when your every movement, every sound, every look begged him to surrender? His body betrayed him first, drawn to you like a magnet, unable to keep his distance. The tension in his muscles, the sharp hitch of his breath every time you touched him — it all screamed of a man teetering on the edge of self control.

Jungkook swallowed hard, his gaze flickering over you, taking in the way your lips curled into a smile that was equal parts innocent and dangerous. He hated how much you affected him, but at the same time, he craved it. Every fiber of his being ached for you — your warmth, your softness, the way you felt against him. He knew he was doomed the second you whispered his name, voice laced with need.

Giving in wasn’t just inevitable; it was everything he wanted. And as much as he’d tried to fight it, there was no denying you. Not now, not ever.

��Fuck,” he whispers, his voice raw, laced with a pain so desperate it borders on pitiful. His head drops, forehead pressing against your sternum, his breath hot and uneven against your skin. It’s as if he’s trying to ground himself, clinging to the fragile threads of control slipping through his fingers.

For a moment, he stays there, his breath warm against your skin, his body taut with tension. Then, slowly, he lifts his head, meeting your gaze with eyes darkened by lust and want, swirling with a need so intense it makes your stomach all jittery. His cheeks are flushed, the faintest rosy tint blooming across his face and staining the tips of his ears. He looks utterly undone, vulnerable in a way that steals the air from your lungs.

Before he could think twice, his lips crashed against yours in a feverish kiss, devouring you like you were his favorite candy — sweet, irresistible, and utterly addictive. He poured everything into that kiss, every ounce of frustration and need, as if losing himself in you was the only thing that mattered.

His lips began to trail south, brushing along the curve of your jaw before dipping down to the sensitive hollow of your neck. Each press of his lips left a trail of heat on your skin, and your breath hitched, a soft sound that sent a rush of satisfaction through him. He didn’t stop, didn’t falter as his hands moved to the hem of your shirt — no, his shirt. You always stole his shirts for bed, and as much as he teased you about it, he loved seeing you in them.

He pulled the fabric up, lifting it just beneath your chin and exposing your bare chest. Your breasts, freed from the confines of the shirt, bounced softly back into place, and Jungkook’s breath caught. His dark eyes locked onto the sight, a low groan rumbling in his chest as his hands instinctively cupped them, squeezing gently, pushing them together as if appreciating every inch of you.

Unable to stop himself, he buried his face in the softness, his nose stuffed in between your tits, breathing you in like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Kook!” you giggled, your voice light and teasing, pulling him back just slightly from the haze of his desire. Your hands reached down, cupping his face and tilting it upward until his eyes met yours.

“Prettiest titties ever,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. He leaned forward to press a tender kiss to one breast, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your lips curved into a warm smile, and your thumb traced softly over the scar on the apple of his cheek. The tender moment was fleeting, though, as Jungkook’s mouth found its way to your chest, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples. His tongue flicked against the sensitive peak, drawing a sharp wave of pleasure through your body. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying — and failing — to stifle the moan that bubbled in your throat.

Your hands moved instinctively, brushing back the dark strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead. Your touch was soft, almost reverent, as you gazed down at him. The sight of Jungkook — cheeks flushed, lashes kissing his cheeks as he lost himself in you, his lips tugging gently at your sensitive flesh — made your heart race and your body ache with want.

He let out a low hum against your skin, the vibration sending a delicious shiver cascading down your spine. His tongue swirled around your nipple with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each motion igniting sparks of pleasure that left you breathless. His focus was unrelenting, his attention on you so singular it made your toes curl. The warmth of his saliva mixed with the heat of your skin, creating a sensation that was utterly intoxicating.

You let out a quiet gasp, your fingers tugging gently at his raven hair, earning a soft groan from him in response. Jungkook didn’t stop, his lips worshiping you like you were the only thing that mattered.

But as his mouth continued its ministrations, Jungkook couldn’t ignore the ache building in him. His cock throbbed, painfully hard and straining against his sweats, begging for relief. The urge to push everything aside and lose himself in you was overwhelming.

Maybe he could lose. Maybe he could just not tell them.

No. That wasn’t fair, and Jungkook hated lying — especially to his best friends.

But fuck, you weren’t making this easy for him.

With your pretty, soft boobs. Your sweet, irresistible lips. The way you tasted, the way you sounded.

He released your nipple with an audible pop, leaving your skin glistening and flushed from his attention. His lips lingered, warm and damp, as if tethered by an invisible string, reluctant to part. Then, slowly, he began his descent, tracing a line of soft, deliberate kisses down your stomach. Each press of his lips was unhurried, almost worshipful, leaving a trail of fire in its wake as anticipation tightened in your core.

When he reached the waistband of your panties, his movements paused. His lips hovered just above the fabric, warm breath teasing your skin. He glanced up at you, eyes hooded and dark with want, as if searching your face for permission to continue. The moment felt suspended, heavy with tension, before he shifted his attention lower, redirecting his kisses to the delicate, sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

His pace was maddening, each kiss a whisper against your skin, igniting every nerve and sending shivers rippling through you. His lips barely grazed you, his touch so featherlight it felt almost cruel, building the pressure inside you until it was nearly unbearable.

Then he saw it. The damp patch on your panties. His movements stilled for a moment, the sight pulling a soft moan from his lips, thick with need.

"Fuck me," he muttered under his breath, as if meant more for himself than for you. His voice was strained, low and raw, betraying the war raging inside him.

You were blissfully unaware of the full weight of his internal struggle, the impossible battle between his ironclad resolve and the magnetic pull of you beneath him. But for Jungkook, this wasn’t just lust; it was a consuming craving, threatening to shatter the very challenge he'd sworn to uphold.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, his touch firm yet tantalizingly gentle as he began to slide them down your thighs. The soft fabric dragged against your skin with agonizing slowness, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. When the panties finally slipped off and landed somewhere forgotten on the floor, his gaze dropped to the apex of your thighs, and a deep, guttural groan rumbled in his chest.

Your pussy glistened in the dim light, your slick coating your folds, the evidence of your desire laid bare before him. Jungkook's tongue darted out to wet his lips as impatience flickered in his eyes. Without hesitation, he leaned in, starting with slow, deliberate licks, savoring the taste of you like a man starving.

Your breath hitched, a shudder racing through you as you glanced down at him. His dark eyes locked with yours for a brief, smoldering moment before he closed his lips around your swollen clit, sucking gently yet firmly.

A moan tore from your throat as your head tipped back, your fingers instinctively finding one of your breasts. You cupped the soft mound, your palm pressing into the supple flesh. The room filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths and the wet, sinful noises of his tongue working you over.

Jungkook's hand shot up, his fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist as he yanked it away from your breast. He possessively replaced your hand with his own. His large, tattooed hand cupped your tit, kneading the soft flesh with a firm yet reverent touch.

He lifted his head from between your thighs, his lips glistening with your slick, and his heated gaze met yours. Without a word, his free hand slid down, his middle and ring fingers gliding through your folds with expert precision. He paused for a moment, his fingers coated in your arousal, before pressing them slowly inside you.

Your breath hitched at the delicious stretch, your sopping wet heat greedily sucking him in with ease. A low, satisfied hum rumbled in his throat as he watched your body respond to his touch.

“So fucking wet," he whispered, voice thick with lust. His fingers curled slightly, stroking your walls with an unrelenting precision that had your thighs trembling.

Jungkook leaned back down, his lips latching onto your clit with a hunger that made your thighs quiver. He sucked and flicked his tongue over your sensitive bud, the wet, rhythmic sounds driving you wild. His fingers continued to thrust in and out of you, the steady, deliberate pace sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body as he curled them just right, hitting that spot that made you see stars.

His other hand stayed on your breast, groping and kneading with a firm possessiveness that left you aching for more. His thumb brushed over your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.

He was everywhere — on you, in you, surrounding you. The intensity of his touch, his mouth, and his presence consumed you entirely, leaving you trembling under him as he worked your body like he was born to do it. You could feel the tension building, the coiling heat low in your belly threatening to snap as he devoured you like a man obsessed.

“Baby,” you whimper, your voice trembling, raw with need as your fingers twist into the sheets beneath you. “G- gonna cum.”

Jungkook doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down or falter. If anything, your words fuel him, igniting something feral inside him. He needs this — needs to feel you fall apart on his tongue, to taste every shiver and moan you can give him before he has to deny you for the rest of this painfully long month.

A low hum vibrates against your clit, and the sensation sends a fresh wave of heat surging through you, your body arching instinctively toward him. His tongue moves faster now, precise and unrelenting, flicking and circling as if the very act is his lifeline.

His fingers thrust into you, curling just right, hitting that spot inside you that makes your legs tremble and your vision blur. The rhythm is perfect, practiced, like he’s mapping your body by memory, knowing exactly how to coax you to the edge.

Another hum escapes his throat, deeper this time, resonating against you with an intensity that feels almost like a plea — an unspoken command for you to let go, to surrender completely to the pressure building inside you.

And with each stroke of his tongue and every curl of his fingers, he pushes you closer, until you’re teetering on the brink, your body burning with the promise of release.

His hand on your breast squeezes more firmly, his thumb flicking and pinching your nipple with just the right pressure, as if he knows exactly how to push you over the edge. Your hand shoots up to grab his wrist, your nails digging into his skin, while your other hand fists the sheets desperately.

Your head tips back, lips parting in a silent, breathless moan as the tension inside you finally snaps. Your thighs instinctively begin to close around Jungkook’s head, trembling as your release crashes over you in wave after blissful wave.

Your body shakes beneath him, overcome by the force of your orgasm, but Jungkook doesn’t stop. His mouth continues its sinful work on your clit, sucking and licking with unrelenting precision, while his fingers maintain their steady thrusts.

Despite the painful, throbbing ache of his cock, Jungkook finds a twisted kind of satisfaction in giving you pleasure. The way your body arches, the sounds you make, the way your nails dig into the sheets — it’s intoxicating. It fuels him, spurring him on as though your ecstasy alone is enough to soothe his own torment.

He doesn’t want to stop. Not when you’re trembling beneath him, your body so responsive to his every touch. But there’s a limit to how much you can take, and he knows it. As much as he loves pushing you to the edge, watching as you surrender completely to him, overstimulation begins to creep in, your soft whimpers turning into desperate little gasps.

Still, there’s a reluctance in him, a battle between the unyielding need to give you more and the understanding that your body can only handle so much. Even as you writhe beneath him, pleading for reprieve, there’s a part of him that aches to keep going, to hold onto this connection for just a moment longer.

But he’s Jungkook, and if there’s one thing he values more than his own desires, it’s you. The sight of you trembling, your chest heaving as you fight to steady your breath, tugs at something deeper within him. He takes a deep breath, the taste of you lingering on his tongue, and finally, he pulls back.

His lips and chin are glistening with your slick, a sinful testament to his devotion. He doesn’t bother wiping it away; instead, he leans over you, his eyes dark and heavy with satisfaction as they roam your flushed face.

“Munch,” you giggle, your voice soft and teasing as your fingers brush his hair back from his forehead.

Jungkook chuckles, the sound deep and warm, scrunching his nose in playful protest. His pretty bunny-like teeth peek out in a smile so endearing it makes your heart skip a beat.

Unable to resist, you lean in, pressing your lips against his. Your tongue brushes against his, exploring him as the taste of you still lingers on his lips. The kiss grows deeper, more heated, and you feel his hard-on pressing insistently against your thigh.

Without a second thought, your hand slides down, grabbing his cock through the fabric of his pants. He groans softly against your mouth, the sound vibrating between you.

“Mmm,” Jungkook hums, breaking the kiss as he pulls away, the warmth of his lip still lingering on yours. He stands, his movements abrupt, leaving you breathless on the bed. His lips, swollen and glistening faintly in the dim light, speak to the intensity of your embrace, but his gaze doesn’t meet yours. Instead, it darts away, like a guilty child caught red-handed. He scratches the back of his head, his posture stiff as he moves toward the bathroom door. “I think I’m gonna go shower,” he blurts out, the tension in his voice betraying his attempt at casualness.

Shower? Now? Really? His dick is literally straining against his sweats, the outline unmistakable, practically begging for attention. You can still feel the heat of him pressed against you, the way he twitched beneath you just moments ago.

He’s not serious. There’s absolutely no fucking way.

“What?” Genuine confusion coats your tone, your brows furrowed. “You always shower in the mornings.”

“I- I know, baby,” he stammers, his pitch climbing an octave as his composure unravels faster than a poorly wrapped gift. Panic flashes in his wide eyes, and his mouth hangs open, grasping for an excuse he clearly doesn’t have.

“Then what’s wrong?” you ask, your softer now, a thread of worry weaving through your tone. You sit up, the oversized shirt you’d stolen from him slipping down your chest, covering your boobs he wished he could stare at for just a second longer. “Is something going on?”

“I-” His eyes dart around the room like the answer might be written on the walls. “I’m just tired.”

Your brow arches, skepticism written all over your face. “Tired?” you echo, your face scrunching in disbelief. “You’ve never not wanted to have sex.”

Jungkook visibly winces, his ears turning a bright shade of red. Rising from the bed like it might help, he sits at the edge, his hand nervously brushing your shin. “I- I had a long day at work.”

You tilt your head. “But you love having sex after a long day,” you say, your voice tinged with confusion. “Jungkook, seriously… what’s wrong?”

He freezes, like a deer caught in headlights, his lips parting in silent panic. “Nothing!” he squeaks, his voice cracking.

You lean closer, your suspicion mounting. “Well it’s clearly something! Do I not smell good?”

His head whips toward you, his face a mixture of offense and horror. “What? You smell amazing!” he practically yells, his voice high-pitched. “Honey, I could eat you all day if you’d let me!”

“Then why are you running off like this?”

“I’m not running!” he protests, though the crack in his voice suggests otherwise. “I just- uh- need to clear my head!”

“Clear your head?” you ask, squinting at him. “From what?”

“All the thinking I’ve been doing!” he exclaims, clearly grasping at straws. “It’s... exhausting.”

You narrow your eyes, unconvinced. “Thinking about what?”

His mouth opens, but words fail him. After a moment of floundering, he groans, throwing his head back and covering his face with his hands. “You’re impossible,” he mumbles, his voice muffled behind his palms.

“And you’re a terrible liar,” you fire back. “Spill it. What’s really going on?”

He exhales deeply, dragging his hands down his face in defeat before clasping them together in front of him as if in prayer. His eyes squeeze shut, his lips pressed into a tight line. “I’m trying so hard right now,” he mutters finally, his voice low and desperate, “and you’re not making it easy.”

“Trying hard to what?” you ask, your curiosity piqued.

“To not combust right now!” he exclaims, his voice rough with need. His eyes snap open, locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. “You’re killing me, babe. Just... let me shower first, and then let’s just have a good night, okay?” His breath hitches, barely able to keep his composure as he watches you, a mixture of desperation and affection in his gaze.

You blink at him, your mouth slightly open, trying to piece together his words. Before you can say anything, he kisses you once more, the movement rushed and almost sheepish.

“Go to bed, honey,” he says, practically bolting for the bathroom. “I love you!”

The door shut behind him with a sharp, decisive click, followed by the distinct sound of the lock turning. It was jarring — Jungkook never locked the door. There was no reason to; it was just the two of you living together, no one else to intrude. The realization sank in quickly, a bitter confirmation that this time, he was actively shutting you out, trying to keep you from coming in and uncovering whatever was weighing on him. You sat there, frozen, staring at the closed door in stunned silence.

Whatever it was, one thing was clear — you weren’t letting this slide. You were going to figure out what was going on with your boyfriend if it was the last thing you did.

After that night, you kept your distance.

Jungkook hated it. He hated the silence, the lack of your warmth, the way you avoided his touch. But he couldn’t blame you. He knew he was the root of the problem — he had fucked up that night. He should’ve been smoother, handled it better, but he completely blew it. Jungkook was good at many things. Lying was not one of them.

For a few days, you gave him the silent treatment. When he leaned in for a kiss before heading to work, you turned your face, leaving him with nothing but a peck on your cheek. The lack of communication was agonizing, eating away at him every time he caught your cold glances. But you were petty as fuck, and he knew it. You weren’t about to kiss his ass — not when it was obvious he’d lied to you that night. If he didn’t want to talk to you, then you weren’t going to talk to him.

When you were alone — at work, lying in bed, or just lost in thought — your mind spiraled. What could he possibly be hiding? The thought haunted you, gnawing at the edges of your sanity. Was he cheating on you? The idea felt impossible, unthinkable. Your Jungkook would never… or at least, that’s what you wanted to believe. But his strange behavior, the evasiveness, planted seeds of doubt you couldn’t ignore. The very thought made you feel sick to your stomach, but the ache of curiosity refused to leave you alone.

You needed answers. And if Jungkook wasn’t going to give them to you, you decided to go to the one person who knew him best.

you [3:15 pm]: what is wrong with my boyfriend ??

jimin [3:17 pm]: That sounds like a question you should be asking your boyfriend, don't you think?

you [3:17 pm]: I KNOW YOU KNOW SOMETHING.

jimin [3:18 pm]: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???

you [3:18 pm]: whats her name

jimin [3:18 pm]: Who??

you [3:19 pm]: HIS SIDE BITCH

jimin [3:19 pm]: GIRL WHAT

jimin [3:19 pm]: You think he’s cheating on you?

you [3:23 pm]: is he ?? just tell me so i can save myself the humiliation pls

jimin [3:23 pm]: Bro no he would never

jimin [3:23 pm]: I’d chop his dick off and then kill the girl if he did

jimin [3:23 pm]: What makes you even think that in the first place?

you [3:24 pm]: hes acting weirdddd :(

you [3:24 pm]: i was trying to fuck him a few nights ago but he wouldnt let me touch him

jimin [3:25 pm]: First of all ew

jimin [3:25 pm]: Second of all

you [3:28 pm]: SECOND OF ALL ????

jimin [3:30 pm]: 😂😂😂

If you weren’t pissed at Jungkook before, you definitely were now.

After talking to Jimin, you finally learned the truth about the challenge. It wasn’t even the fact that Jungkook had hidden it from you that irritated you most — it was the challenge itself and his ridiculous competitive spirit. Why did he have to be such a sore loser?

According to Jimin, five of the seven participants had already been knocked out. Seokjin and Yoongi, being married men, didn’t stand a chance — they were bound to lose. Namjoon, like Jungkook, was in a committed relationship, but unlike him, Namjoon had the good sense not to put himself through that kind of pain just to preserve his pride. Hoseok and Taehyung? They were notorious party addicts — losing was inevitable for them.

Now, it was down to just Jungkook and Jimin. And, of course, Jungkook’s competitive streak wouldn’t let him back down, no matter how ridiculous the stakes were. The thought made your blood boil. How could he have dragged himself — and by extension, you — into this mess?

You didn’t confront Jungkook about what you’d learned from Jimin, though you did drop the silent treatment act. Instead, you decided to take a different approach — one far more devious than simply ignoring him.

Even with the heater running, the November chill still lingered in the air, but it didn’t stop you from dressing provocatively around the apartment. You roamed in short shorts, sometimes just your underwear, paired with a silk camisole that left little to the imagination. The thin fabric did nothing to hide your hard nipples, which poked against the material as you moved about. Jungkook would notice, of course — he’d grope your ass or give you a quick kiss goodbye before heading to work — but that was it.

When he was away, whether at work or hanging out with his friends, you upped the ante. You sent him pictures of yourself in matching lingerie sets, always in his favorite color, knowing how much he loved them. Sometimes you sent something more daring — nudes that left nothing to the imagination. Usually, those photos had him texting back immediately, promising to deal with you as soon as he got home.

But this time, his responses were different. Short. Terse. Instead of giving in, he’d simply tell you to stop.

Frustration boiled over each time you read his dismissive replies. You groaned and threw your phone onto the bed in defeat. Why wouldn’t he just give in already? You wanted him so badly, and you refused to even touch yourself because what you craved was him — his hands, his mouth, his dick.

If teasing him over the phone wasn’t working, you decided it was time to take things up a notch. One night, when you heard the shower running, you didn’t hesitate. Stripping off your clothes, you quietly stepped into the bathroom. The steam swirled around you as you opened the shower door and stepped in.

Jungkook froze the moment he saw you. His wide eyes scanned you from head to toe, lingering on your curves as if he hadn’t seen them countless times before. His jaw tightened, his chest heaving as his restraint wavered. Then, with a groan of frustration, he threw his head back against the shower wall, his eyes squeezed shut as if trying to block out the temptation in front of him.

Don’t give in. Don’t give in. Don’t give in.

Despite his impressive self-control, his body betrayed him. His cock stood stiff and proud between you, a silent plea for attention. But no matter how much you pressed closer, your skin grazing his, or how boldly you touched yourself in front of him, he didn’t break.

With a stoic determination that only fueled your frustration, he focused on washing off, his movements precise and distant, as though ignoring the tension hanging thick in the air. And just when you hoped he’d finally push past his limits, he’d step out of the shower, leaving you behind in the steam, your desire unfulfilled.

It was maddening. Teasing him was supposed to work — it always worked. And while you were determined to push him until he snapped, you had to admit, his composure was far better than you’d anticipated.

It was just days before Thanksgiving, which meant this painfully long month was finally nearing its end. But you were done waiting. Done teasing. The ache in your body had grown unbearable, a constant, gnawing need for him that no amount of patience could soothe.

You were going to have him tonight, or you were going to actually die.

Jungkook had a day off tomorrow, so he was sprawled on the couch, completely absorbed in his Nintendo game. His focus was unwavering, his brows furrowed in concentration as the soft clicks of the buttons filled the room.

Dressed in a matching lacy black set that left little to the imagination, you moved silently behind him, your determination unwavering. Gently, you placed your hands on his broad shoulders, your fingertips tracing soft patterns over the fabric of his shirt. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even glance up, much too engrossed in the virtual world on his screen.

But then you leaned down, your lips brushing against the side of his neck. The soft, teasing kisses trailed along his skin, featherlight yet deliberate, leaving a warm path behind. You felt the slightest hitch in his breathing, a telltale sign that despite his effort to remain focused, you were beginning to unravel him.

His eyes fluttered shut, his focus on the game completely shattered as his head tipped to the side, exposing more of his neck to your eager lips. His lips parted, heavy breaths escaping him, each exhale laced with a vulnerability you rarely saw.

“Baby…” he moaned breathily, his voice low and strained, warning you.

“Shh,” you whispered, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. Your voice was soft, commanding, and it sent a shiver rippling through him. You felt his resolve beginning to crack, the tension in his body shifting as your hands slid down, teasing the line between tenderness and temptation.

Pulling away, you reached for the tie you had stolen from his drawer earlier. With a deliberate slowness, you brought it up to his eyes, slipping it over and covering his vision.

“What-” he began, his voice tinged with confusion as his hands instinctively moved to stop you.

But you were quicker, gripping his wrists to still him. Leaning in close, your lips brushed against his ear as you whispered, “I know about your stupid challenge, Jungkook.”

His body tensed beneath you, the air between you heavy with tension. His breaths came uneven now, a mixture of guilt, surprise, and something else simmering just beneath the surface.

“Let me explain-” he started, his voice edged with desperation.

“No,” you cut him off, your tone firm but quiet. “It’s too late for that now.”

You secured the tie around his eyes, knotting it with careful precision. The soft fabric sat snugly against his skin, cloaking his vision completely. His lips parted as if to protest, but he stopped himself, seemingly caught between resisting and surrendering to whatever you had planned.

Rounding the couch, you reached down and plucked the device from his hands, setting it aside on the coffee table without a second thought. His body went rigid beneath you, his breath hitching as you settled in. The unmistakable hardness of his cock pressed against you, igniting a spark of satisfaction that curled your lips into a smirk. Slowly, you began to move, rocking your hips against his in steady, purposeful motions, grinding into him just enough to draw a reaction.

“Do you know how much I missed you, Kook?” you murmured, your voice dripping with need as your lips hovered near his ear. “Missed your pretty cock… my fingers could never give me the satisfaction you do.”

His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, the silver of his piercings glinting under the warm light, drawing your eyes like a magnet. That perfect little mole just beneath his lip was on full display, a teasing reminder of how irresistible he looked like this — teetering on the edge of control.

His lips parted as a soft, breathy moan escaped, the sound low and unrestrained. It sent a shiver straight through you. His hands, no longer hesitant, slid to your hips, gripping firmly as he guided your movements. Each roll of your hips against his was deliberate, his touch coaxing you to grind harder, deeper, until the friction was almost too much to bear.

You hooked a finger into the fabric covering his eyes, tugging it free with a teasing slowness. His lashes fluttered as he blinked, his vision gradually clearing — and then he saw you. Nothing but his favorite set of yours graced your body, clinging to your curves in all the right ways.

A low, breathless please escaped his lips, muttered more to himself than to you, as if trying desperately to maintain his composure. His eyes squeezed shut, and he turned his head away, a feeble attempt to resist you.

But you weren’t having that. Your hand shot out, firm but gentle, cupping his chin and turning his face back toward you. His eyes snapped open, dark and hungry, as you reached behind you, unclasping the delicate hook of your bra. The straps slipped from your arms, the fabric discarded behind you without a care.

Your hands came up, cupping your bare breasts, teasing yourself as his gaze darkened. His restraint frayed before your eyes as his hips bucked up into yours, seeking friction, a desperate need taking over. His jaw tightened, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips, a clear sign of how much he craved you.

Those should be his hands, not yours.

His hand twitched, reaching out instinctively, but you caught his wrist, guiding it purposefully down your body. Your gaze never wavered from his, locking him in place as you slid his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear. His fingers pressed against the soaked fabric, and his breath hitched when he felt just how wet you were. The slickness coated your plush lips, a testament to how badly you wanted him.

“Honey…” he warned, his voice shaky and breathless, teetering on the edge of control.

“Please, Kook,” you whispered, your tone laced with desperation. “Fuck me tonight, or I’ll lose my mind. It’s been weeks. Don’t you miss me as much as I miss you?”

Your plea hung between you, thick with need and longing. His jaw clenched, and you could see the internal battle playing out in his dark eyes as his fingers twitched against you, his restraint unraveling with each passing second.

How was he supposed to get up and walk away with his cock straining painfully against his sweats, and you like this, laid out before him? His hand was still buried in your underwear, fingers sliding effortlessly over your slick folds, forming a V as they trailed up and found your clit. His jaw clenched at the way your body shuddered beneath his touch, the quiet moan slipping from your lips like a siren’s call.

And then there was you — your smaller hands kneading your soft, perfect tits, the ones he loved so much, the sight alone nearly undoing him. The way you whimpered, the way your body responded to him, had his restraint crumbling to dust.

This was it — his breaking point.

He didn’t care about the fucking challenge anymore. Nothing mattered except you.

It was like a switch flipped inside him. In a sudden, fluid motion, he grabbed your waist, lifting you effortlessly as he laid you down on the couch. His broad frame hovered above you, the way you’d missed for so long. His dark eyes were locked onto yours, blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

He didn’t waste time. You were already soaked, your body more than ready for him. No need for extra preparation — he knew he’d slide right in. With one hand, he freed his cock, giving it a few languid strokes, his eyes never leaving yours. He hooked a finger under the edge of your panties, tugging them to the side, baring your pretty, dripping pussy. He couldn’t wait to get inside it. The flushed tip glistened, teasing your entrance for a heartbeat before he pressed forward, the head sinking in.

A sharp gasp escaped both your lips, the shared sensation so overwhelming it felt as if you were experiencing each other for the first time all over again. Jungkook moved slowly at first, his cock stretching you inch by inch, filling you with deliberate care. His brows furrowed, and his jaw tightened as he savored every moment, every inch of warmth he’d been denying himself for far too long.

But restraint wasn’t his strong suit tonight. The need coursing through him was too much to bear. His movements quickened, his hips snapping forward with purpose. The wet, obscene sounds of skin meeting skin filled the room as his pelvis slapped against the back of your thighs. The steady rhythm of his thrusts deepened, each one more urgent than the last, driving both of you closer to the edge.

His upper body lifted off of you, and with a swift motion, he pulled his shirt over his head. The sight of his broad, muscular frame sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. He was absolutely stunning, every inch of him on display — his skin glowing under the dim light.

His arm was covered in intricate tattoos, the ink curling around his bicep like a story you wanted to read. His chest was thick and broad, with a layer of muscle that made your fingers itch to trace every curve. His arms were solid and meaty, a strength you could feel even from just looking at him.

You couldn’t help yourself. Your hand moved instinctively, running down the defined lines of his chest, your fingers grazing over the hard muscles of his stomach. His abs flexed beneath your touch, tense and firm, the warmth of his skin sending a wave of desire crashing through you. The simple touch made you want more, made you crave everything he had to offer.

But now it was Jungkook's turn to take control. With a swift motion, he caught your wrist, his grip firm as he seized your other arm and pinned it above your head. The dominance in his touch was undeniable, and you knew exactly what that meant. He always did this when he wanted to take over, to remind you who was in charge.

His hands moved quickly, grabbing one of your legs and effortlessly throwing it over his shoulder. You gasped at the sudden shift, your body bent in half, your chest pressed against him, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. His face hovered just inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin as he studied you.

A small whimper escaped your lips at the stretch, your body not as flexible as you'd like, but that discomfort was fleeting. It quickly morphed into something else — pleasure, intense and consuming — as his brutal thrusts began again, filling you completely.

He was relentless, each movement pulling another gasp from you. His breath came out in ragged bursts, his voice low and laced with command. "You never listen to me, do you? Huh, you brat?" His words were a breathy growl, like a warning. "Just had to get fucked."

You couldn’t find the words to respond, your mind completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. Every inch of your body was alive with sensation, making it impossible to form coherent thoughts. Instead, soft moans and breathless hums spilled from your lips, your chest rising and falling rapidly as his thrusts deepened, each one hitting you harder than the last.

Your body arched into him instinctively, eager to feel more, to give in to the rhythm he set. The tension was building, spiraling higher and higher with each movement, each sound leaving your mouth a mix of pleasure and need. You couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but the way he was making you feel, his hands and his body taking you exactly how he wanted.

"You made this so hard for me, baby." His voice was breathless, low and laced with desire as his thrusts didn’t falter. "Can’t resist you. Too fucking pretty to not touch." He spoke as though he couldn’t control himself, his words slipping out between harsh breaths, his hands gripping your body with barely restrained urgency.

“M’already so close, Kook,” you moaned, your voice shaky with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through you. The pressure inside you was building, so close to release, but you needed him to push you over the edge.

“Yeah?” His gaze darkened, his hips snapping into yours with even more force. “Show me. Let me feel you, please.” His words were more than a plea — they were a command, a desperate need for you to let go so he could feel every inch of your pleasure. It’s been so long since he felt you. He wants to feel you. Needs to feel you.

With each punishing thrust, your breasts bounce uncontrollably, catching Jungkook's undivided attention. His hooded eyes are glued to them, pupils blown wide with lust, as if he's seeing something so utterly captivating it leaves him in a trance. The way they move, the way your body responds to him — it’s driving him wild. His tongue flicks over his lips as he lets out a low groan, jaw tightening, the need to mark you overwhelming every coherent thought.

You gasp sharply, a broken moan escaping your lips as your orgasm slams into you with ferocious intensity. Your body arches off the couch, your hands still pinned above your head as waves of euphoria ripple through you. Your head tilts back, exposing the long, vulnerable line of your neck, and your chest heaves as you ride out the high.

Jungkook growls when he feels your walls clench down on him, the tight grip almost sending him over the edge. “Oh, yeah,” he rasps, voice rough and deep, his hips grinding against you. “That’s it. Just like that... so fucking good.”

But he doesn’t slow down. If anything, his pace quickens, the desperate need for his own release taking over. Each thrust is brutal, precise, and deliberate, as if he’s claiming every part of you, chasing that high he knows is just within reach. His grip on your hips is bruising, holding you in place as he slams into you again and again, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room.

Finally, with a strained groan, he pulls out abruptly, his cock slick and throbbing in his hand. He strokes himself hard, the sight of your trembling, sweat slick body beneath him sending him over the edge. His release comes in hot, thick ropes, splattering across your stomach and tits in messy, deliberate streaks.

He lets out a guttural moan, chest heaving as he watches his cum paint you like a masterpiece, dripping down your skin in glistening trails. His hand slows, and his eyes never leave the sight of you — glistening, marked, and utterly his.

Once he milks every last drop of his release, he does something that shouldn't be as devastatingly sexy as it is. Leaning down, his gaze locked onto yours with a feral intensity, he drags his tongue in a slow, deliberate stripe up your stomach, collecting his own cum. The heat of his mouth follows, traveling upward until he captures a nipple between his lips, sucking and swirling his tongue with maddening precision.

You giggle, your face flushing with heat as he releases your nipple and makes his way up to your lips. The moment his mouth connects with yours, you taste his cum on his tongue, and you can't help but moan softly into the kiss. He pulls back, resting his head on your chest with a contented sigh.

“Can’t believe you made me lose. I was so close,” he sulks, his voice laced with playful frustration.

“Jimin texted me. He gave in yesterday. You won,” you tease, your fingers softly running through his hair.

His head shoots up quickly, eyes wide like a dog hearing its name. “Seriously?”

You nod, giggling softly at his excitement.

Without warning, he stands up from the couch, pulling you with him. He scoops you up by your thighs, lifting you effortlessly into his arms.

You squeal, half-laughing, half-terrified, “What are you doing?!”

“Making up,” he grins, his voice low with promise as he strides toward the bedroom. “I’m gonna fuck you all night.”

The door clicks shut behind you, the remnants of your clothes scattered haphazardly in the living room, and the night unfurls into a whirlwind of heated kisses and passion that sweeps you both away. Jungkook’s teasing words and touch keep you on edge, but it’s the way he makes you feel — desired, cherished, and completely consumed by him — that transforms the night into something unforgettable.

You knew that this Friendsgiving would be one for the books. Jungkook wasn’t going to let any of the guys forget it. Always the bragger, that one. He’d be sure to shove it in their faces every chance he got.

And he might have won the bet, but it’s you who’s the true victor tonight.

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A Gift of Belonging

Summary: Y/N often avoids family holidays due to her strained relationship with her family, who favors her brother. When Spencer Reid invites her to spend Christmas in New York with him and his mother, she discovers a new sense of warmth and belonging, making it the best holiday she’s ever had.

Requested fic!! 🥳: I was wondering if I could ask for a Spence and Y/N in which Christmas is approaching and Y/N usually spends it alone because she has a complicated relationship with her family that always favors her brother.

Maybe he has plans to go spend it with his mom and because they are in early times in their relationship he didn’t think to invite her, but once he finds out she’s alone, he takes her to meet his mom and they all have a really good time!

I was thinking something angsty, fluffy, and maybe smutty in the end? I don’t know, you’re the mastermind behind these beautiful creations, so whatever makes you feel inspired haha

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI!! This fic is intended for adult audiences. Very brief mention of alcohol. Strained relationship with family (repetitive I know). Oral (m!receiving), unprotected PinV sex (birth control is discussed beforehand but said conversation isn't actually in it), creampie (I wince every single time I type that). Fluffy holiday smut!!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader/afab!reader

A/N: Reupload because I'm a bingus head and accidentally deleted when editing FORGIVE ME PLS!! I loved writing this request!! Huge thank you to @dalamjisung for the request. I hope you like it :') The song mentioned in the fic is December by Ariana Grande btw, but it's only mentioned because reader listens to it, it isn't mandatory for the fic. I have a few more requests lined up after this one, so as for right now my requests are closed until all of them get posted. As always, please tell me what you think! :) If you enjoy it, please like, reblog, and share it with your friends! <3 Thank you and I love you all!!! :) <3

Y/N sighed as she stared down at the text from her mom, re-reading it a few times before tossing her phone to the end of her bed with a frustrated groan.

Mom: Hey sweetie! Are you planning to come home for Christmas this weekend? If not, I completely understand. Honestly, I’m just happy your brother will at least be here. I think he’s bringing his new girlfriend, too, so that’s exciting! He’s always so good about making time for family. But again, no pressure if you’re too busy. I know you have a lot going on!

Her excuses were starting to wear thin, seeing as she had played the flu card for last year’s Christmas party and faked a work emergency to skip Thanksgiving. But the thought of attending her family’s Christmas only to spend the night listening to her brother's achievements, followed by the inevitable barrage of condescending questions about her life, was unbearable. Call her a Grinch or a Scrooge, but the holidays had become her least favorite time of year for this very reason.

Unfortunately, it didn’t even matter if it was a holiday or not. It never changed. Her family had always favored her brother, even when they were kids. She had a never-ending list of chores and rules, while he breezed through life with no curfew and no accountability. Any mistake he made seemed to fall on her, and heaven forbid she stayed out five minutes later than she was supposed to with her friends.

Despite their constant claims that there were 'no favorites,' it was painfully obvious who the real favorite was.

Y/N lay staring at the ceiling, weighing the pros and cons of skipping Christmas this year. On one hand, it would be nice to see her grandmother—the one person who had actually kept her promise of no favorites. But she could always visit her grandmother separately and avoid the hassle of sneaking away just to have a real conversation. On the other hand, her family was already used to being disappointed in her. What was one more excuse? She could always make it up next year.

After what felt like an agonizing eternity of indecision (though it was really only five minutes), she finally decided to skip Christmas again this year and stay home. Her family mostly gave money as gifts now that they were all adults, so she wouldn't be missing much—just a meal (takeout had never let her down) and some forced small talk with extended family (who never really seemed interested in her life anyway).

Y/N: Hey, mom! I’m really sorry, but I’m going to have to miss this year too. There’s a bug going around at work and I’m worried I caught it :(

Her mom’s answer was immediate, and the guilt lifted from her shoulders as she rolled her eyes at the response.

Mom: Poor thing! You just have the worst luck when it comes to holidays huh? Your brother must have taken all the good immune system genes or something LOL!! That’s okay, dad and I will mail your gift and I’ll send you lots of pics. Hope you feel better soon!

After firing off a quick 'Thanks, love you!' Y/N rose from the bed, let out a sigh, and wandered to the kitchen for a bottle of wine.

She’d tried to convince herself that her parents' indifference no longer hurt, but what had dulled into a constant ache over the years flared into a sharp sting during the holidays. No one wanted to be alone at Christmas, but she knew she had to prioritize her peace of mind—and that meant avoiding an entire day spent deflecting passive-aggressive jabs while her brother soaked up all the attention.

The one person who could make her feel better was across the country, tied up with a case. She wasn’t upset with him—far from it. Y/N admired the work he did and the way he dedicated himself to saving people without ever getting the recognition he deserved. Still, it had been over a week since she’d last seen Spencer, and all she wanted was to curl up in his arms and hear him tell her that everything would be okay.

As if the universe had picked up on her tension, a knock at the door startled her, causing her to jump with a racing heart. She froze, eyes darting to the door, considering whether she should quietly move toward the knife block in case a dangerous stranger stood outside. It was barely 8:30, and she hadn’t been expecting anyone.

After a second round of knocks, relief washed over her as a familiar voice called "Y/N? Sweetheart?" She rushed to the door, unlocking it as quickly as she could and flinging it open to find an exhausted-looking Spencer standing on the other side.

“Spence!” Y/N cooed excitedly, wrapping her arms around him tightly before pulling him inside. “When did you get back? I thought you guys wouldn’t be back until tomorrow night?”

Not that she was complaining at all. She loved any time she could spend with Spencer. They’d only been dating for a little over two months, but she’d already fallen hopelessly in love with the sweet genius that she met when he accidentally stumbled into her while in line at their favorite coffee shop (she later found out it was no accident and that Morgan intentionally shoved him into her because Spencer was too afraid to make the first move).

“Technically we weren’t supposed to be, but we ended up getting a confession so it took way less time than we anticipated to finish the case. And with Christmas coming up this weekend, Gideon figured the sooner we got home the better,” Spencer explained with a small, tired grin as he slipped off his shoes and sat his satchel down. “I hope you don’t mind that I showed up, I just really missed you. I tried to call beforehand, but I thought maybe your phone was dead or something...” His eyes caught sight of the wine bottle on the island and paused, arching a brow before glancing back down at her. “Rough night?”

Y/N blew out an exasperated huff of air, nodding as they made their way over to her couch. She cuddled into his side immediately, relishing in the feeling of finally being able to do so. Spencer had been hesitant when they first started dating with physical touch, but once he pushed past the initial discomfort, he couldn’t get enough of her affection.

“Yeahhh. I had to tell my mom that I’m not making it home for Christmas again this year and it just… stressed me out a bit.”

Spencer’s face scrunched in confusion, looking down at her worriedly. “Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart. Are you not feeling good? Or what’s stopping you from going?”

Right. They hadn’t had the whole “I love my family from a distance because they act like brother is Saint Michael himself” talk yet. Y/N nibbled at her lower lip, fidgeting with her hands before sighing.

“I… um, it’s complicated. I just prefer not to see my family around the holidays because they’ve always had this weird favoritism for my brother and as I got older I just decided it wasn’t worth sacrificing my peace for.”

Spencer frowned, nodding in understanding before his face lit up with realization.

“Well, if you’d like, you could join me and my mom for Christmas? If you don’t want to be alone, that is. Not that I’m trying to pressure you into meeting her! I just planned to check her out of the sanitarium this weekend and bring her to New York City since she’s been doing better on her medication. I’m sure she’d love to meet you, and I, of course, love any time I get to spend with you—“ Spencer began, his words tumbling out nervously as his face flushed and his voice pitched higher.

Y/N’s heart skipped at the invitation, her face lighting up into a wide grin as she gently cupped his face, halting his nervous rambling. He met her gaze, and she smiled softly. "Spencer, I’d love to join you and your mom for Christmas—only if you’re really sure you’re okay with it."

Spencer had first mentioned his mother's illness on their third date, explaining himself after abruptly excusing himself to take a call from her nurse. It was also the night of their first kiss—he had started panicking, flustered and trying to explain his sudden exit, and Y/N thought he might cry. So, she kissed him to calm his nerves. Once he’d settled down, she reassured him that it was completely fine, that she understood how important his mother was to him, and that she’d love to learn more when he was ready to share.

That night, Spencer realized, without a doubt, that he was falling in love with her.

"It’s settled then," Spencer said with a grin, leaning forward to kiss her quickly. "I’m so excited to spend Christmas with my two favorite people. I was actually thinking we could get tickets to see The Nutcracker at Lincoln Center—"

Y/N listened intently, her heart swelling as she gazed at him with stars in her eyes, enchanted by his excitement as he shared the plans he’d made for the weekend. Although a little nervous, she couldn’t wait to share Christmas with him and his mom. They continued to plan the weekend, finalizing details between sleepy kisses and small yawns until they finally caved to their exhaustion and went to sleep.

The weekend arrived faster than she expected, and nervous excitement washed over Y/N as she waited for Spencer to pick her up from her apartment. She was packed and ready, excited to meet his mom and see New York City sparkling with Christmas decorations. For the first time in years, she felt something other than dread for the holiday, and she couldn’t be more grateful for her sweet boyfriend because of it.

Spencer had picked up his mom the day before, carefully explaining the plan to her during the drive home and making sure she felt well enough to go ahead with it. Diana was overjoyed at the idea of Y/N joining them for Christmas, assuring him she was feeling fine and could hardly wait to meet her.

For the first time in ages, Spencer felt like he had his mom back, her treatment progressing far better than he'd hoped. All it did was make him even more excited for the weekend ahead, his anxiety easing with each hour spent in the car on the way back to his apartment. It was comforting to open up to her about Y/N and to share what had been happening in his life beyond the letters he wasn’t sure she even remembered receiving.

The weekend turned out even better than Spencer had hoped. Diana and Y/N hit it off so well that Spencer found himself mostly on the sidelines of their conversations, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. It filled him with happiness to see his mom and the woman he was now certain was the love of his life getting along so effortlessly.

They had packed in every Christmas activity they could think of: admiring the lights, sipping hot cocoa, watching The Nutcracker... anything that felt festive was crossed off the list. By the end of the weekend, Diana was almost pleading with Spencer to make Y/N her daughter-in-law on the drive back to the sanitarium. Spencer could only laugh nervously, promising to do his best to make it happen.

Once Y/N got home, she knew she had to find a way to thank Spencer—not only for giving her the best Christmas of her life but also for being the most amazing boyfriend she could ever have hoped for. He was going to come back to her place tomorrow so they could exchange their gifts for each other, so whatever she did, she had to do it then before he inevitably got called in for another case. The real question was: how could she possibly show him just how grateful she was?

With a sigh, Y/N turned on her playlist and settled onto the couch, trying to brainstorm ideas. It felt like the harder she thought, the less her brain worked. After agonizing over ideas for nearly fifteen minutes, Y/N was at her wit's end, ready to settle for a card and a lengthy essay to express her gratitude, when the lyrics of the song playing suddenly grabbed her attention.

Merry Christmas, here I am, boy

I'm the present and you know it, here I am, boy

She sat up suddenly, a victorious grin spreading across her face as the perfect idea popped into her head. She and Spencer had yet to make it past second base, not for lack of desire, but because the opportunity never seemed to align—each time they got close, his phone would ring or something would interrupt, stopping them in their tracks. Tomorrow would be the perfect opportunity to finally take that next step and for her to show her appreciation for the sweet genius.

There was a perfect dark red satin lingerie set at a nearby boutique that would bring her vision to life, but it closed in just thirty minutes. Y/N threw on some clothes, making sure she looked presentable, then grabbed her keys and purse and rushed out of the apartment.

The cashier shot her a glare as she approached the counter, and Y/N internally groaned. She already felt like an asshole for being there so late, but she did still have fourteen minutes to spare before they actually closed. The guilt vanished when she met the cashier’s icy stare, and she grabbed her purchase with a mumbled thanks before she hurried out of the store. Sue her for wanting to look sexy for her boyfriend on Christmas.

The next day seemed to drag on, with Y/N anticipating the surprise she had planned for Spencer.

She cleaned the apartment until it was spotless, setting the perfect mood with scattered scented candles and dimming the lights. The room was softly illuminated by her Christmas tree—one she had convinced Spencer to help decorate at the start of the month—and a few strands of lights she had strung up. All of the presents were ready and waiting to be unwrapped.

Now all she was waiting on was Spencer himself.

Three firm knocks echoed at the door, marking his arrival—right on the dot at 5:00. As punctual as ever. Y/N opened the door with a thrilled smile, eagerly tugging him inside.

"Woah, hey! Hello to you too, sweetheart," Spencer chuckles loudly, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all day, so excuse my enthusiasm,” Y/N said with a soft laugh. “Dinner’s ready if you’re hungry. We can do presents first and then eat, or eat and then unwrap them—whatever you prefer. I honestly could do either, it doesn't matter to me and of course, you're the guest so—”

Spencer grinned as she nervously rambled, her hands gesturing wildly as she listed off options. It was oddly comforting to him that she got just as nervous around him as he did around her. Even though she had quickly become the person he felt most at ease with, a part of him still felt those nerves—after all, she was the most incredible woman he’d ever met, and the thought of messing things up and losing her terrified him.

“How about we eat first and then open presents? Is that okay with you?” Spencer suggested, offering a small smile.

The tension in Y/N's body eased as she returned the smile, nodding in agreement. "That sounds perfect."

Dinner passed with casual conversation, both Y/N and Spencer chatting between bites about everything from the new book she was reading to the latest research paper Spencer had discovered and found fascinating. They ate more quickly than usual, both eager to exchange the gifts they had carefully picked out for each other. It wasn’t long before they were done, clearing the table and loading the dishes into the sink before heading into the living room.

The two of them sat together in front of the tree, feeling as giddy as a couple of kids as they finally began to exchange presents.

Spencer slowly unwrapped his first gift, his eyes softening as he revealed the delicate, intricately designed watch she'd chosen for him—a gift that held both practical value and deep sentimental meaning. He glanced up at her, a shy but sincere smile spreading across his face, and she felt the warmth in his gaze. “This is… perfect, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you. I’ll wear it every day, I promise."

“Always, Spence. I’m so glad you love it,” Y/N murmured, her eyes filled with affection as she watched him. She recalled how devastated he’d been when his previous watch had broken a few weeks ago. Though hers wasn’t as extravagant as his old one, it meant far more to him—because it came from her.

Y/N cherished every gift he gave her: a whimsical coffee mug to add to her collection, a journal with a playful inscription from him that made her laugh—promising she'd have a place to rant about her family when he wasn’t around to listen, a couple of books from her wishlist, and, lastly, her absolute favorite: a delicate locket on a thin chain, holding the first picture they’d ever taken together.

Once all the gifts were unwrapped, Y/N smiled and stood up, holding her hand out to Spencer. He looked at her in confusion but took her hand without hesitation, allowing her to lead him to the couch.

“Keep your eyes closed and stay right here. Your final gift is in my room,” Y/N instructed, a mischievous smile curling at her lips. As soon as his eyes were shut, she darted down the hallway to her room, stifling a soft giggle at the surprise she was about to unveil.

When she came back, she positioned herself between his legs, leaning in close to whisper in his ear, “Alright, Spence… you can open your eyes now.”

Spencer opened his eyes, nearly choking as he took in the sight in front of him. Y/N was standing there in a beautiful lingerie set, the bra designed so that it was a bow that he could untie to reveal her... Just like a present.

“Holly shit,” Spencer breathed, and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the rare curse slipping from his lips. Spencer hardly ever swore, so hearing it from him spoke volumes about how much he liked what he saw.

"So I take it you like it?" Y/N arched a brow, resting her arms on his shoulders.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Spencer stammered, looking up with wide eyes as Y/N climbed into his lap.

Y/N settled into his lap with a coy grin, reveling in the feeling of his hands coming up to grip her waist. She leaned in, brushing her nose lightly against his before softly grazing her lips across his.

"I wanted to show you my appreciation..." Y/N whispered, placing a brief but tender kiss on his lips before trailing kisses along his jawline. "...for giving me the best Christmas ever."

Spencer blinked hazily, her words taking a second to process in his mind as the sensation of her lips now sucking a mark into his skin became the center of his focus. His grip on her waist tightened imperceptibly as his fingers flexed against her warm skin. He swallowed hard before finally mustering up an answer.

"Y-you don't have to thank me, baby. All I ever want to do is make you the happiest you've ever been—"

Spencer's words came out as a squeak as she rocked her hips once against the erection now straining in his slacks. His head fell back onto the couch with a soft thump, a quiet whimper slipping from his lips at the friction. The scent of her perfume enveloped him, a fragrant haze that clouded his thoughts and left him feeling lightheaded, as if he were drowning in its sweetness.

The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine, the sight of his dilated pupils stirring more in her than she was willing to admit. Y/N smirked, repeating the motion to hear the soft noise fall from his lips once more. She lifted a finger to his lips, shushing him before she moved to kneel between his legs.

"I want to, Spence. Please?"

Spencer nodded so vigorously it almost looked painful, his wide eyes locked on hers in stunned disbelief. He couldn't believe this was real... that he not only had her to begin with but that she was on her knees begging to make him feel good. The breath rushed from his body as her fingers trailed up his thighs to the button of his slacks, popping it open while she kept her hungry gaze on his.

His body trembled in anticipation as Y/N dragged the fabric down his legs, tugging them off once they reached his feet and casting them off to the side. He whined as she leaned forward to mouth over his aching cock through the thin fabric of his boxers, his fingers twitching from where they rested beside himself. His breath hitched in his throat as she dragged her nails down the inside of his thighs, a smug grin on her face as she watched him dig his nails into his palms.

Y/N decided she'd teased him enough, placing a kiss on his hipbone before swiftly removing his boxers. Spencer's hips lifted from the couch, jerking toward her mouth instinctively as she wasted no time in leaning forward to lick a thick stripe up the side of him before taking his swollen head between her lips.

"Oh—" Spencer gasped, his eyes struggling to stay open as he watched her begin to swallow his length. "Oh my God, Y/N—"

Y/N smirked around her mouthful, taking him as far into her throat as she could before wrapping a hand around what couldn't fit. She began to bob her head slowly, easing him into the sensation. The feeling of him—hot and hard and filling her mouth so perfectly—had her squeezing her thighs together as she began to move more vigorously.

Spencer writhed beneath her as her mouth and hand began to work in tandem, his eyes fluttering shut despite his efforts to watch her every move so he could burn the sight into his memory for later use. His hips bucked up when she took him into the back of her throat, a guttural groan falling from his open mouth at the gag that emitted from her from the motion. His eyes shot open as he began spewing out apologies, but his words died in his throat as she pulled off of him to shake her head vehemently.

"Do it again," Y/N croaked, taking him back into her mouth and reaching up to guide his hands to her head.

Spencer whimpered pitifully, exhaling sharply before tentatively repeating the motion. His heart nearly fell out of his ass when Y/N moaned around him, encouraging him to keep going. His hips thrust rapidly into her mouth, his eyes squeezed shut now as moan after moan spilled from his lips.

"I-I'm close— sweetheart, please," Spencer groaned, lights flashing behind his eyes as she all but sucked the soul from his body. "Can I— Can I fuck you? Please? Wanna make you feel good, too."

Y/N moaned loudly around him at that, pulling off of him with a slick 'pop' before nodding vigorously. She was drenched, the sounds Spencer made having turned her on more than most men had in the past with their entire bodies. She hurriedly climbed into his lap, not even bothering to take her panties off and instead pulling the fabric to the side as she lined him up at her entrance.

They'd previously agreed that since they were both clean and she was on birth control they'd skip using a condom. They just never had the chance to actually get on with it... until now, anyway.

The sight of her swollen lips and watery eyes had Spencer captivated as his hands automatically found their home on her thighs, rubbing gently as she eased herself down onto him. If someone had told him six months ago that he'd ever be lucky enough to experience this—having the most beautiful woman he'd ever met as his, riding his cock like she was made for it—he would have laughed in their face. But now, all he could do was sit back and watch her in awe as she took every last inch of him into her core, speechless as he marveled at the sight. His brows pinched together as her walls enveloped him, his mouth gaping open as she bottomed out with a loud moan.

Y/N's head tipped back as a moan wrenched its way from her throat, her hips moving in small circles as she adjusted to the stretch of him inside of her pussy. She had never felt so desperate for someone before, but she wasn't surprised. It was Spencer—the man she admired more than anyone. The man who treated her like she was everything, simply for being herself. The man who reminded her every day that she was worth more than she’d ever believed.

Neither one of them was going to last long, a realization they both came to as she lifted her hips and dropped them down into his lap as she began to ride his cock. But that was okay. They had all night to make each other feel good.

“How does that feel, sweet boy? Hm?” Y/N panted, falling forward to rest her face in the crook of his neck as she rocked against him with frantic, needy movements.

All Spencer could do was whine loudly as he clung to her, planting his feet on the ground and moving his hands to cradle her back as he began to rut up into her. He was borderline delirious with pleasure, the feeling of her walls clenching around him driving him mad with the need to make her fall apart in his arms. The movement served to drive him repeatedly into her G-spot, the both of them crying out and latching to each other as Y/N trembled above him.

"So good," Spencer finally grunted, moving his hands up to hastily unwrap the bow restricting his access to her breasts. His lips latched onto her right nipple, sucking and nibbling as his hand came up to pinch her neglected bud. "You're so fucking perfect, sweetheart." He mumbled against her skin, laving over the pert bud and groaning.

Y/N cried out, her hands tangling into his hair as she rode him harder. It was almost feral the way they moved together, needing each other in a way words couldn't describe. The couch creaked beneath their movements, but she couldn't care less. She only cared about making the man underneath her feel the best he ever had.

Her walls began to clench around him as she whimpered into his shoulder, signaling her impending climax. Spencer slid a hand down from her breast to instead rub at her clit, lifting his head to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. It only took a few circles of his skilled fingers before Y/N was chanting his name into his mouth like a prayer, her eyes squeezed shut as she came hard around him. Spencer's orgasm was almost simultaneous with hers, the sensation of her walls squeezing his cock triggering his climax almost violently as he pumped into her with soft sobs.

Their chests heaved as they slumped against each other, caressing each other with gentle touches as they caught their breath. Once Y/N could sit up, she lifted off of his softening cock with trembling legs, a giggle spilling from her lips as he whined in discontent. She placed a lingering kiss on his lips, effectively shushing him before she stood from the couch to go get a rag.

When she came back, Spencer reached for her with needy hands, wanting to feel her against him once more. They tended to each other with soft murmurs of praise and gentle kisses, their love unspoken but evident in every touch and gesture. Once they were cleaned (and Spencer had all but shoved her toward the bathroom so she could pee to avoid getting a UTI), they stumbled into her bedroom and into her bed.

It was in Spencer's arms, as he drifted off to sleep, that Y/N finally understood just how special the holidays could be—made all the more meaningful by the sweet genius she was fortunate enough to call hers.

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#Spencer Reid smut #Spencer Reid fanfiction #Spencer Reid fluff #Spencer Reid x reader #Spencer Reid x y/n #Spencer reid x fem!reader #Spencer Reid x self insert #Spencer Reid x you #criminal minds smut

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iexisttospitegod69 · 1 year ago

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THE VOICES ARE TELLING MY SMUTTY THINGS ABOUT GOJO SATORU

Tw: SMUT

Summary: Satoru really likes your fake nails

pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

it was such a pretty sight.

the worlds strongest sorcerer laying so helplessly, laid across your bed like a thanksgiving meal. each of the limbs were tied to the posts of you bed frame with rope covered in sigils. not even Satoru himself could break them, no matter how hard he tried.

it had started so innocently. you had just come back from getting your nails done at high end spa around 1 o’clock after a well deserved splurge day for yourself. a massage, then food, then hair, then nails. you felt like a million bucks. it wasn’t your fault that Satoru had taken such interest in your now much longer nails.

he immediately grabbed your hand and admired how the color shimmered in the light, how it made your long fingers look even more elegant. you laughed at his fascination in them. he stood there for at least 10 minutes just admiring you hand while you talked about your day to him.

it had started with you just running your new nails across his scalp. he practically melted at how your gentle hands felt running through his soft white hair. it wasn’t your fault when his back muscles looked like they need attention too, as you scratched his neck and across his back.

It wasn’t your fault you took his shirt off to watch the goosebumps raise on his porcelain skin when your nails glided across it. you were just mesmerized with how much your boyfriend loved your nails. so it most definitely wasn’t your fault when Satoru thought a little too hard about how your hands looked and felt a twitch in his pants.

And that’s how he got here. It was entirely his fault. he was the one who begged to see your pretty new nails wrapped around his cock, not you. and it was his fault he didn’t see this happening.

the worlds strongest sorcerer was reduced to whining, whimpering mess underneath you. you glanced a look at the clock. 3:47. it had been almost two hours of your pretty nails teasing his pretty cock. of course Satoru had begged for you to touch him, but after being treated like queen all day, you didn’t feel like fully bending to his will.

in his normal personality, he had joked about what you were going to do to him as you tied his hands to the bed post. he thought it was just going to be a few rounds and done. oh how wrong he was.

you were on a mission right now. to see how far you could push him. and god was he so pretty like this. you sat on top of his thighs in your bra and underwear. Satoru was in nothing at all, his skin shone with sweat, and his cock and lower abdomen were covered in his own cum.

“what’s the matter ‘toru? i thought you liked my nails?” you teased him as you lightly brushed the tips of the fake nails across his dick. you watched as his abs flex in attempt to run away from your hand. his toned arms pulled as hard as he could at the ropes around his wrists to no avail. he tried to buck his hips upward but you weight stopped him.

“i-i-i do- ah… but ‘s s-so sensi-itve” he barely managed to get out between whimpers and whines as you nails continued their assaults on his very red and very sensitive dick.

you smiled with a mischievous look. you grabbed the base of his dick and pumped up and down as fast as you could. you watched as his fought with whatever remaining energy he had to get away from the unwanted stimulation. his jaw hung open and high pitched whines and pure pornographic moans fell from his lips. his breathing was in short bursts as his eyes rolled back into his skull and a few white beads of cum pulled in your hand. you let go of his cock and leaned forward to toy with his nipples.

“looks like there’s still more cum in you pretty boy. but it looks like we only have a few more times before there nothing left” you said in a happy tone. silent tears rolled down Satoru’s face from sheer overwhelmingness of it. you pulled and tugged and flicked his nipples and watched as his face turned more and more red. his cock was stuck in a state of constant hardness, but you learned that the redness of Satoru’s face meant he was ready to cum again.

you toyed with his nipples for a little longer, occasionally leaning down to run your tongue over the bud and grazing your teeth over it. eventually you focused your attention back on his cock. in his hazy, lust filled mind, Satoru noticed the switch and knew what was coming next.

“p-please i-i can’t cum anymore” he whined.

“but baby, there’s still more in here” you pouted as your nails lightly grazed across his balls. his back arched off the bed, but you pushed him back down.

one or your hands wrapped around the tip of the head while your thumb circled the top. your other hand went to his head as you grabbed his hair and forced him to look at what your hand was doing.

“you said they looked pretty, so you’re going to watch them” you said with a glint of sadism in your eyes.

his half lidded eyes struggled to stay open and kept looking at your hand. your thumb continued its assault as more moans and whimpers feel from him. occasionally your index and thumb moved around the tip and squeezed gently before continuing to brush your thumb over his head, leaving the rest of his very hard and very sensitive cock with nothing.

you could tell by the increasing highness of his moans that he was getting close again. you let his hair go and his head flopped against the pillow. your now free hand came down to trace the bulging vein on his dick. again, he tried to pull out of his restraints, but nothing budged and he was forced over the edge again. but this time, nothing came out. your only indication of his orgasm was his needy moans and his pretty blue eyes as they rolled into the back of his head.

you laughed a little as he panted heavily. he looked down with those puppy dog eyes, no longer able to form words.

you kissed up his stomach and left some very noticeable hickeys on his neck before untying his hands and legs. once free, he curled into your side and drifted into sleep.

authors note: AHH IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD THE VOICES ARE TELLING MY THINGS THO.

anyways i hope all you little gojo hoes are feed tonight 😌

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk smut #gojo x reader smut #jjk x reader

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adverbian · 2 years ago

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My fanfiction over on AO3. All Good Omens (TV continuity), Aziraphale/Crowley. (Updated 12 June 2024)

(As always, check tags on AO3 for content notes!)

East of the Sun, West of the Moon (E, 11k words, a standalone chapter in a larger collab)

Monster Hunter Aziraphale/Shapeshifter Crowley AU. Arranged marriage to a mysterious stranger; sex magic on the wedding night; and the Ballad of Tam Lin with consentacles. (You can enjoy this chapter even if you have not read anything else in this big collab fic! I promise! I wrote it with almost zero knowledge of anything else!)

Good (E, 1000 words, oneshot)

Crowley’s done something kind again. There must be something Aziraphale can do for him in return. No matter how much he complains about it. (CNC, praise/degradation kink, Gentle Dom Aziraphale)

The New-Made World (E, 5397 words, oneshot)

No one watching. Nothing to prove. Just the two of them. Together. (A follow-up to All Your Life.) A birthday gift for @lornainthewoods.

Over the River and Through the Wood (E, 100 words)

Smutty Thanksgiving drabble challenge, 2024 edition.

All Your Life (T, 2942 words, oneshot)

In which, sharing a cottage on the South Downs, they gradually find their way to themselves, and to each other. Soft and sweet and musical. A birthday gift for @gaiaseyes451 .

(More under the cut!)

Horn of Plenty (E, 2931 words, oneshot) — co-written with @malachitegrey and @voluptatiscausa

Fluff and Crack. Crowley runs an ice cream parlor. Also he has horns. Also he and Aziraphale are in love. A birthday gift for MimiRay.

That Certain Night (E, 8670 words, 4/4 chapters)

Three nights together during wartime, and one night together after. Angst with a happy ending. 1941, 1967, Night at Crowley’s Flat, and a sweet, smutty South Downs epilogue. A birthday gift for @voluptatiscausa .

This Most Balmy Time and Stay Me With Flagons (both E, each 100 words)

A pair of smutty birthday drabbles for @cemeteryangel725 .

Nothing Lasts Forever (G, 108 words)

A post-S2 meditation on narrative arcs, astronomy, and love — but make it a sonnet. (Written for a poetry game in the Good Omens After Dark Writers Guild. Prompt: “Starmaker”)

Gibraltar May Tumble (E, 8539 words)

A little first-time light bondage on a rainy South Downs afternoon, with feelings and tenderness and love. (A gift fic for @sapientmanbuncountrymare written as part of the Good Omens After Dark Pride Exchange)

Bear You on the Breath of Dawn (T, 100 words)

They’ve had an argument — their first since they moved into their cottage together. They’re still not very good at talking. But this time, they both stay. (A drabble.)

Da Pacem (M, 341 words)

A sestina about stopping the Second Coming with your secret lover, using the key words “night, time, glass, light, tide, stars.”

Is This Desire? (E, 15.5k words, 2/2 chapters)

A smutty, sex-pollened meditation on desire and consent. (Written for the High Pollen Count Good Omens Sex Pollen Event.)

Confiteor (M, 3k words, 1/1 chapter)

Aziraphale goes on a guilt trip. Crowley brings him back home. (Angst with a happy ending.)

Exsultet (E, 6k words, 3/3 chapters)

They’d won. But there were some things left to lose. (And there were some victories still to come.) (A gift fic for @crowleyslvt written as part of the Good Omens Song and Poetry Exchange)

In contenti e in allegria (E, 5k words, 2/2 chapters)

Completely shameless PWP, honeymoon in Paris edition. (A gift fic for @and-his-hands-were-24-crows in the Good Omens After Dark Valentine’s Exchange)

O You and Me at Last (E, 4k words, 1/1 chapters)

News of one of Aziraphale’s past admirers has Crowley feeling a little… possessive. (Written for the Good Omens After Dark Smut War)

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (E, 5k words, 3/3 chapters)

Crowley’s been giving Aziraphale space to adjust to being on his own, finally free of Heaven. Now, a gorgeous American philanthropist has started hanging around the bookshop. Has Crowley left things Too Late? (Spoiler alert: There’s a very happy resolution.) (Gift fic for IUsedToBeGifted177 in the Good Omens After Dark Christmas Exchange)

Small Things Like Reasons (M, 4k words, 7/7 chapters)

An exploration of six competing meta theories against the backdrop of the Rapture.

These, Thy Gifts (M, 100 words)

Crowley gives thanks for a feast. (A smutty Thanksgiving drabble.)

Revolver (T, 200 words)

Sometime in the late 1960s or early 1970s, Crowley tried to introduce Aziraphale to the Beatles. It went about like you’d expect. (A double drabble with hands thirst.)

Series: Auprès de ma blonde

(Each item in the series can be read independently.)

General vibes: Ineffable Honeymoon. Everything is terribly sweet and romantic. Lots of Feelings. There are literary and musical allusions.

(Individual works in the series under the cut! Dorothy Sayers fans will instantly clock the first two titles. Yes, there are Wimsey vibes.)

one more river (and that’s the river of jordan) (E, 5k words, 3/3 chapters)

They are alone now — they are free. They are both nervous, but eager, newlyweds.

Auprès de ma blonde, qu’il fait bon dormir (E, 2k words, 1/1 chapters)

The morning after “one more river.”

What We Think About When We Think About Each Other (E, 4k words, 6/6 chapters)

Five times they swapped fantasies, and one time they started learning to share.

Songs and Sonnets (E, 2k words, 1/1 chapters)

A little bit of exploration that gets surprisingly emotional.

That the One Ought To Have of the Other (T, 1k words, 1/1 chapters)

Marriage vows considered as a formal contract, and negotiated with feelings.

Set Me as a Seal Upon Your Heart (E, 12k words, 4/4 chapters)

The Ineffable Husbands make it official. And formal contracts between supernatural entities have a way of becoming particularly real.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #my writing #pinned post

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watermelonlovershigh · 4 years ago

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My Favorite Harry Styles Fics MASTERLIST

My Masterlist Masterpost where you can find my writing.

This is going to be a Masterlist full of my favorite Harry Styles fanfictions that I recommend and love. The purpose of this Masterlist was originally for me to keep all of my favorite writings in one spot so I can come back to find them easily, but of course anyone is free to view.

I will separate and organize this Masterlist dependent on what the writing classifies under. I will separate Series: (has chapters with a continuous story line or one shots with the same plot & universe), One Shots: (really random fics that can have a variety of plots), dad!harry: (writings that are centered around Harry being a dad or states matter of factly Harry is a father), and any other categories I may create when I feel its needed.

Also, I'll give you a mini review on what I thought about each fanfiction. Stickily my opinion though so take my review with a grain of salt.

Last updated: (11-10-22)

*Please give these a read or and show the writers some support.*

Warning: will contain a lot of smutty fics!!!!!!!

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Series-

Sail The Widest Stretch by @beautifulletdownfics

A friends to lovers story about pub trivia, fraying adult friendships, and the squishy parts of us that break and heal.

Personal Review: Great 10 part story (very long chapters I might add) w/ a ending one shot. My only problem was the lack of details when it came to the smut scenes but that didn't push me away enough to not read. Defiantly recommend.

Only Human by @hsogolden

Harry and Y/N are friends…. with benefits, but not the kinds you’re thinking of.

Personal Review: Not much to say. It's a very long 13 chapter fic that has a lot of angst, romance, and fluff.

Take it Slow by @atlafan

Y/N had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Personal Review: When I tell you this is my favorite Harry fic of all time I mean It. Its SOOO good. It's extremely long. 90 long chapters to be exact. Took me about 3 weeks to read. Lots of VERY DETAILED SMUT. Honestly would love this to become a movie it's so good. Also there is a sequel that's just as good. HIGHLY RECOMMEND if you love the idea of growing a life with Harry because that's what a lot of this is focused on.

My Everything by @atlafan

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Personal Review: This is the sequel to Take it Slow and It's just as good. It continues their relationship. Its not as long chapter wise (only 20 chapters) but they are very long chapters. This fic made me cry harder than any movie or book I've ever read. Not because it was overly sad, but because of the emotional attachment I had with the characters and sad it ended. Also VERY HAPPY ENDING.

FROM EDEN by @harryhoney-bee

19th century!h / baker!h / forbidden love.

Personal Review: I tagged the Masterlist instead of listing every individual one-shot for this universe. This is a great continuing series that has great smut, great angst, and great fluff. Highly recommend if you're into au Harry fics.

Office Neighbors by @atlafan

You’re a new professor working towards your PhD, and Harry is your new office neighbor.

Personal Review: My third favorite Harry fic of all time. Great, detailed smut. All chapters are over 10k words long. Harry is his soft and caring personality that he has in real life. Harry is a single dad so that means dilf!harry. Great relationship evolution. Completed series as well. Just overall one of the best written fics i've read in a while. And i may have shed a tear or two at the end but it wasn't necessarily sad, i'm just a wimp.

Daddy Issues by @fkinavocado

In which you've got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Personal Review: This is an on-going series and i'm in love. It's full of smut as well as some very fluffy times. Harry is a softie that turns into 'daddy' real fast. It does have some tough times between characters but they always find a way though the conflict. Highly recommend this. Especially if you like older!harry because this Harry is in his 40s.

Aster by @moonchildstyles

Harry is a tattoo artist and y/n just wants him to like her. This series will document how their relationship blossoms.

Personal Review: This story has one of my favorite Harry's in it. At first Harry can come off as a bit rude but once you keep reading you'll realize Aster Harry is the sweetest thing ever. In the chapters there aren't much smut but in the blurbs for this series they're are tons of great and detailed smut. Also these chapters and blurbs for this series are so long which is great for people who love reading lengthy stories. Rarely any mistakes in the writing too which is a plus.

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One Shots & Blurbs (random)-

Curious Girl by @permanentcross

Harry/You/Male of choice. Some blind eyes were turned during this for the sake of creativity and fantasy, but I kept it as tightly controlled as possible.

Personal Review: I love threesome Harry smuts and this one is great. Very naughty smut and rough sex. Very long as well.

OR STIMULATING HER WITH THE SHOWER HEAD. FUCK. by @secret-rendezvous1d

Harry uses shower head on his misses because her pregnant belly made sex uncomfortable.

Personal Review: It's very short but still a good smut.

in need for more by @harryimaginedstories

she wants to stay after sex.

Personal Review: Sexual but not smut. It's a very good fluffy fic. Not too short but not too long.

LET IT BLEED by @songbirdstyles

you’re on your period, and harry just wants to make you feel good.

Personal Review: The best period sex smut I've ever read. Plus it's not only period sex but it has a very smutty dry sex scene.

Alex from Dunkirk before he goes to war Smut by @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy

the night before Alex gets drafted for war, he makes sure to give you a night to remember by going on a date which leads to you both in bed making love all night long.

Personal Review: Its sort of short with not too much dialog but it's still very detailed in what they are doing. Also kind of sad because Alex (Harry) isn't sure if he'll be coming home from war.

Not Your Charity Case by @erodasfishtacos

Harry is a frat boy - who doesn’t need sympathy from anyone. He makes Y/N feel a sense of home when they’re together. But is Harry just like every stereotypical frat boy?

Personal Review: The Harry in this series is SOOO sweet and their relationship is the cutest thing i've ever read. Also he's deaf. It's very long as well, with another one shot in this verse.

Finally Fitting In by @erodasfishtacos

Harry goes homes to meet Y/N’s family. He’s gets more then he expected. He starts to feel like he has a home.

Personal Review: Even better than the first one shot. It is a bit more sad but Harry is still as cute as ever and has a very charming personality even if he's deaf. Plus great smut!

Harry Teaches You How to Masturbate by @floralsatin

harry sitting behind you and teaching you how to masturbate but he ties ur legs to his legs cos u keep closing them

Personal Review: Its short and has a daddy kink involved but never the less hot smut.

Give Me Love-- Harry Styles by @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy

After you find out your boyfriend cheated on you, you end up getting drunk and calling Harry (your friends with benefits) and he comes over to have sex with you in the middle of the night. Then you realize you're in love with Harry and so does he.

Personal Review: Its super long with great smut. Also contains a lot of angst as well as fluff.

Friendly Competition by @rollingsins

Harry and Florence are competitive. A little too competitive, when it comes to you. Smut.

Personal Review: This is a very well written smut. Harry and Florence are both dominates to Reader and they argue over who pleasures Reader best. Super HOT!

Man’s Best Friend - One Shot by @atlafan

Y/n begins to catch feelings for her fwb Harry because he has a great connection with her dog.

Personal Review: I don't know what it is about atlafan's writing but i have never felt more connected to fanfic characters as i have with their characters. 10 out of 10 smut. Soft!harry. Quite long. The ending is a bit of a abrupt ending that i wish was continued but that's just a me problem. So highly recommend!

The Kids Are Alright by @atlafan

A single mom starts dating Harry, an oral surgeon, and their relationship becomes stronger until they end up getting married and Harry adopts her two children.

Personal Review: It was great. No smut but that didn't take away from how good it truly was. The fic is also quick pace and skips to different times in their relationship so it isn't crazy long (still long but not anything to crazy long) I may have cried while reading it even though it wasn't even that sad. I'm just a wimp.

DESIRE by @watchmegetobsessed

When you go to stay at your dad's cabin after just breaking up with your boyfriend, you find out you're not alone and your dad's best friend is staying there as well. Then you end up sharing your feeling for one another and things get heated.

Personal Review: Its very long, about 8700 words and its written well. The smut wasn't all that detailed but that didn't make it bad or anything. Plus older!harry is hot!!

Clingy by @atlafan

Harry is a really clingy boyfriend and gets insecure about his clinginess towards you when he over hears one of your friends talk about how they think it's weird how clingy he is towards you.

Personal Review: It's so cute. There is a small smut scene but its mostly fluff with mild to none angst. And it's long but not too long.

Bar Crossed Lovers by @atlafan

Two bartenders that are friends (that have sex) eventually catch feelings when they realize no one can make them feel as good as one another.

Personal Review: It's got fluff, angst, and smut. Written well and I highly recommend. The smut is top notch too.

Lover by @harryhoney-bee

Soft sex with boyfriendrry after the show, plus some domestic love <;3

Personal Review: This was written so well and the details in the smut are amazing. If you enjoy soft and love making type sex, then this is a great reading option for you. It's a decent length, over 3k words, and with after care shown. Plus its HSLOT Harry.

Harry Playing with His Lovie's Pussy by @jarofstyles

Harry just casually touches and plays with y/n's pussy and ends up making her come.

Personal Review: Not much to say. It's kinda short but so so hot.

Princess by @stylesmygucci

You wake up accidentally dry humping your new boyfriend Harry's thigh and Harry pushes you to continue when you get all embarrassed.

Personal Review: I have a lot of favorite thigh riding fics but this one has to be one of my favorites. Because Harry was so nice about it and encouraged y/n to continue.

Roses and Vanilla by @stylesloveclub

In which y/n and Harry aren’t really close until y/n falls in the shower, and Harry falls in love.

Personal Review: Harry is super soft and caring in this. I loved every second of it. There wasn't much smut but it didn't even matter because of how well it was written. Plus its pretty lengthy.

MUCH TOO MUCH by @bopbopstyles

Harry and Y/N are college roommates and after over a year of never crossing the friend boundary you two hook up and things get….complicated.

Personal Review: Everything about this was good. It does have a lot on angst but there is a happy ending so, its worth it.

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dad!harry-

In Sickness And In Health by @talesofstyles

After the birth of their twin babies, Harry and YN’s marriage suffers.

Personal Review: Great story. It's very sad with a lot of angst. And a great smutty sex scene.

Ivy Sick In The Night by @erodasfishtacos

harry being woken up in the middle of the night by ivy because she threw up all over herself and she’s crying trying to cuddle into him with vomit all over herself 😭

Personal Review: This is a super short blurb with ceo!harry and it's super fluffy.

Baby Steps by @enthusiasticharry

you’re harry’s sons therapist, and he isn't the only one you end up helping.

Personal Review: Its a singledad!harry fic that's super long and written very well. it has lots of fluff as well as a smut scene.

california dusk by @adore-laur

You give birth to your second baby (this time a at-home birth) and Harry is right beside your side to entire time

Personal Review: It was supper fluffy. Great in details and pretty long.

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#fic rec #fic reccomendations #reccomendations #harrystyles #harrystylessmut #smut #oneshots #series #writtings #fanfictions #sicfics #harry #styles #masterlist

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shellbilee · 4 years ago

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CURRENT WIPS

Just in case anyone was interested, here are the giant list of WIPs I am currently working on, because clearly I have no self control to finish things before I start new ones. My new years resolution was to write and post more this year, so all going well, I’ll have one up by the end of the week!

If you’d like to be tagged in anything, please just ask!

B xx

In no particular order -

Senses - Matt Murdock x You/Reader fic

I just started watching Daredevil and holy hell I am HOOKED on a certain blind lawyer, PLEASE let me join this fandom. The start of many Matt Murdock fics, please get ready for SMUT

Untitled TASM fic - TASM!Peter Parker x You/Reader

Fluffy and a little bit of hinted smut - though this may change as I get closer to the end!

Would You Like Some Company Part 3 - Chris Evans x You

A smutty finale to parts 1 & 2, that is really just porn with a tiny bit of plot

Untitled Sebastian Stan One Shot - Sebastian Stan x OFC

I started this as a gift for someone and then writers block hit me hard, both smut and fluff. My first ever Seb fic!

Classic Chapter 17 - Henry Cavill x OFC

Next chapter of my Henry series. At least I’ve finished mapping out the rest of the story, only another 15 chapters to go ahhh

Untitled Chris Evans Mini Series - Chris Evans x OFC (or reader)

In which OFC/reader gets stuck in Boston during a snowstorm over Thanksgiving, and winds up spending the holiday with the Evans family. She’s engaged to her fiance back home but finds herself connecting and falling hard for Chris. Fluff and a whole lot of angst!

Upended, Chris Evans Mini Series - Chris Evans x OFC

OFC’s sister passes away unexpectedly and she takes over the care of her niece and nephew, moving to Boston to continue her sister’s wishes for her kids. She’s losing all control, doesn’t know what to do because kids were never in her plans. Meets Lisa Evans during a breakdown and later Chris. Fluff, smut and angst!

Anchors Away Mini Series - Chris Evans x OFC

OFC meets Chris on a cruise holiday. Summer romance in the tropics ensues. Fluff & smut. **This is quite literally almost finished and just needs editing. I just, don’t know, am not super happy with it!

It takes two - Steve Rogers x OFC (or reader)

Steve Rogers finally gets to have his dance. Years later after Peggy’s death, Steve decides to fulfill her wish and goes to a dance studio to learn how to dance. Meets the down to earth, old at heart studio owner and falls in love with her.

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victoriareyloficlists · 4 years ago

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17 March 2021 Additions to Reylo Holidays

These fics have been added to the Holiday list located here.

Christmas

Mistle-oh-no by KyloTrashForever (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 5 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey kisses a stranger at a holiday party.) Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday by CaliforniaQueen (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 20 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Celebrating finishing school and getting a teaching job, Rey Jackson and her friends go out for a night of drinks and letting their hair down. When she meets the beautiful stranger at the bar, she decides tonight she's going to break a rule and be the bad girl for a change. Their one night together turns out to have disastrous consequences for everyone involved. But is being tied down as bad as Rey thinks it is, or is she just afraid to let herself be happy?) Scrooged at Crossroads by apisa_b (AO3 2019 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Kylo Ren is a workaholic Grinch with anger management issues - until his life is changed by falling in love and being visited by a ghost.) A Heavenly Holiday by ElleRen31 (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, 4 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo needs to find Christmas gifts for his family. At a local department store, he finds more than he bargains for.) Christmas Eve Will Find Me (Where the Lovelight Gleams) by Love_andbalance (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, 3 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Christmas Eve. Ben stares at the train that he and his now ex were supposed to be departing on. A noise behind him turns his head, a beautiful girl yelling at the SOLD OUT ticket booth. He looks at the 2 tickets in his hand and back at the girl. "Fuck it," he says, walking up to her.) Keep On Giving by MaryMonster (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey is eagerly awaiting the delivery of her Christmas present, a luxury vibrator. There’s only one problem – it was accidentally delivered to her neighbor, Ben Solo. A cozy Christmas Reylo fic full of fluff and smut.) Let It Be Me by elemie89 (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo has found the perfect Christmas tree. Only problem is, someone else thinks it’s a perfect tree too.) Merry Christmas, I'm Yours by captain_staryeyed (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: After finding out that Rey has nowhere to go for Christmas, Ben invites her to spend Christmas at his parents’ house. During the time spent together, they are forced to confront their growing feelings toward each other.) Dark Carols by Nyx_Fedra (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 3 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: CW: Suicidal Ideation. Ben Solo wasn't liked around the office. He had outbursts of rage, and he was generally rather unpleasant, harsh, difficult to get along with. He seemed to despise others and to be disinterested in anything anyone talked to him about. Rey didn't like him very much, their few encounters had been difficult, some even shouting matches. To her eyes, he was spoiled, ungrateful of the privileges he’d been granted by life. He refused to join Resistance enterprise for a long time, working for Snoke instead, he was harsh with Leia and Han, hostile with Luke…It all changed two months before Christmas, when they entered Resistance enterprise headquarters to find Holdo dishevelled, alone when Leia never missed a day, and she informed them that Ben Solo had almost succeeded in committing suicide the night before. Rey’s world tilted upside down. ) If the Fates Allow by dawninthemtn (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, 6 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Leia Organa is the most successful matchmaker in the world and renowned creator of irresistible.com, where she built an algorithm so airtight her corporate headquarters is wallpapered with wedding announcements. To her chagrin, the only person she’s never been able to set up is her own son, Ben. But she has an employee named Rey that she has decided is Ben’s perfect match, so she hatches a plan to set them up. Unbeknownst to his mother, Ben has set up an anonymous profile on irresistible.com and has been writing his match Rey for months.) All I Want for Christmas (Is Smut) by MizuPhoenix (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: All Ben Solo wanted for Christmas was to lose his V-Card. Only, the reason he was still thirty years old and hadn't lost it yet was all due to one Rey Jackson. His very best friend. Rey wanted quite a lot of things for Christmas this year. All of them involving her first friend (and love of her life) Ben Solo.With meddling friends trying to bring the oblivious pair some Christmas cheer, this was going to be a very Smutty Christmas.) Gelt by RebelRebel (AO3 2018 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: "I only need a few minutes of your time," she continued, voice faltering slightly under his gaze. "To discuss my proposal for the purchase and refurbishment of the Plutt Orphanage in Brooklyn Heights– " In which Rey works with Kylo Ren, Advocacy Director of the Organa Foundation, to spread a little Chrismukkah cheer.) smothered, covered, chunked by SecretReyloTrash (BadOldWest) (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben is a painfully shy college student. Rey is the fellow insomniac next door. He finally gets to see where she goes in the middle of the night when he hears her leave the dorm.) Homecoming by ItsALilah (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: After disaster rips through his hometown, Ben Solo finally comes home to surprise his parents at their annual Christmas Eve party. And if he's hoping to run into Rey, the girl he's secretly been pining for since high school, that would be... cool. Although he'll never make a move, not while her over-protective older brother - and Ben's best friend - is around. But when Ben makes it home, not only does he find himself reconnecting with his friends and family, but fate itself seems to be pushing him and Rey together (thanks to a ridiculous amount of mistletoe).) Got a Feeling we Should Just Go Home by slugmutt (AO3 2018 Rated M Complete, 13 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Spending the week before Christmas with sullen deputy-CEO Kylo Ren is the last thing on earth Rey wants to do. Going back to his hometown with Christmas-loving Rey in tow is the last thing Kylo wants to do. But with a little help from family, some holiday magic, and a stray blizzard or two, they might start seeing things differently.) A Reylo Christmas Carol by Crackedkybercrystal (AO3 2018 Rated M Complete, 4 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: "Before the dawn," Hux intoned, "you will be visited by three spirits. Heed their message Kylo Ren, least you end your days like me." It was only now that Kylo perceived his old partner to be bound with a great chain around his waist, weighed down by heavy blocks.) The Set-up by CajunSpice714 (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo has aways been socially awkward, but when he sets his sights on his brother Poe's fiance Finn's bestfriend Rey during an engagment party Poe decided that he and Finn need to divise a plan to set the two of them up if not for the sake of his and Finn's future wedding then for the sake of their own sanity.) Bespoke by L_awlietxoxx (AO3 2018 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo is miserable, stumbling through his life in London without seeing much of anything. Then Christmas sneaks up on him, as does a little shop and a woman who makes custom ornaments to meet the needs of any heart. Suddenly, Ben sees everything.) Valentine’s Day

forever valentine by bellestar (AO3 2021 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben makes a confession in his wedding speech. He knew he was going to marry Rey when he and Rey were 4 years old and she gave him a Valentine she made and colored herself. And 21 years later, he still has that Valentine.) Halloween

Housewarming by ArdeaJestin (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When her best friend Rose asks Ben Solo to help on moving day, Rey knows she's in trouble. If only those big strong arms didn't make her forget what an obnoxious jerk he is every time she looked at him.) How You Turn My World, You Precious Thing by BensLostTookaCat (VillainTheBlank) (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 3 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: He's the hotshot asshole who leads The First Order, the legal arm of The Resistance. She's the new company liaison who has been assigned to The First Order to keep them accountable.The annual Resistance Masquerade Ball is about to turn Kylo and Rey's worlds upside down.) Haunted Corn Maze by OptimisticBeth (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey bonds with her work buddy, Ben.) Zombie Run by OptimisticBeth (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: During a charity run, Rey is relentlessly pursued by a zombie.) you're my boo by murakamism (AO3 2018 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey's neighbor Ben Solo is the only one who ever shows Halloween spirit around here. When she discovers he's moving out, she's only hurt because that means she won't have anymore competition... right? So she sets out on a plan to make him stay.) Thanksgiving

New Beginnings by reylocalligraphy (AO3 2018 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Ben comes home for the first time in five years, it happens to be Thanksgiving dinner. He’s surprised to meet a girl who’s working for his father… an odd girl his parents seem strangely fond of.) Of Penmanship and Discourse by INTPSlytherin_reylove97 (AO3 2018 Rated M Complete, 35 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Rey Kenobi's professor and advisor, Luke Skywalker, refuses to give constructive criticism or facilitate workshops for his students, she decides to seek help else where. Ben Solo (or if you read his published work, Kylo Ren) is on the brink of insanity. The literary magazine he is editor for is racing off in a new direction-- and is leaving him questioning both its morals and his love for writing. To find his intellectual and creative needs met, he decides to turn to the internet. A PenPals AU no one asked for.)

#reylo #reylo fanfic

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excindrela · 6 years ago

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12 Days of Demon Ayno- Day 2

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV x Female Reader

Genre: F L U F F

Warnings: Stuff on TV looks easier. Don’t disable your smoke detector. Don’t leave your demon unattended. Indian food can be very spicy.

Word Count: 1342

AN: Welcome to Day 2 of the 12 Days of Demon Ayno! It’s another FLUFF day! (stay tuned- we’ll be getting smutty tomorrow!) This is another short installment. I love feedback- so if there’s something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! If you’re new to demon! Ayno, he showed up here first in Summoned, and then at Thanksgiving!

12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

On the 2nd Day of Christmas: Ayno Discovers They Make it Look Easy on TV

As you stepped off the elevator you realized that the horrible smell that had permeated the entire apartment building seemed to be coming from your apartment. You hurried to open the door and found it freezing cold inside with a lingering haze of smoke.

“Ayno?! Ayno?!” You felt a small surge of relief when you saw the demon’s head stick out of the kitchen looking rather dismayed.

“What happened??” You asked looking around at the counters of the kitchen which were littered with cremated slabs of…something.

“I was trying to make a gingerbread house. Things did not go as planned.”

“A gingerbread house?” you asked.

“Yes- the Cooking Channel had a show on today called the Great American Gingerbread Challenge: people constructed very elaborate houses made out of gingerbread. Then they decorated them. They were beautiful and very detailed- I thought it looked like fun. So, I tried to make one, but I never got to the decoration because I burned the house.” He explained sadly.

“’The’ house? It looks like you burned an entire city block. And it stinks.”

He hung his head. “I am sorry. I did not think it would be so difficult. Also, we are out of flour and cinnamon now.”

“What is that?”, you asked pointing to a pile of broken plastic shards and wires on the floor.

“I do not know, but it began making a shrieking sound that hurt my ears. It would not stop so I was forced to destroy it.”

You inspected it closer. “Uh, that would be the smoke detector Ayno. It’s supposed to make that sound: if there’s smoke in the apartment there might be a fire it would shriek to tell us, and we could escape instead of burning to death.”

“Oh. Then we are out of smoke detectors too.”

You had to laugh. Poor Ayno looked so defeated.

“Come on”, you told him “let’s throw all this away and then we can go out to dinner.”

Before long, you were bundled up again and happily walking through the snowy streets of downtown holding your boyfriend’s hand. You headed straight to Mantra, the Indian restaurant, because it was Ayno’s favorite- and he needed some cheering up.

A whole tandoori chicken with basmati rice, some paneer pakora, and several plates of samosas later he was in a much better mood. When you went to pay the check, you were delighted to see Chavvi who owned the establishment with her husband. “Ah! I should’ve known it was you when I saw the third plate of samosas go out!” she said winking at Ayno. You both laughed. “Your timing is excellent!”, she said “You will be right on time for the lighting of the Square!” “Oh is that tonight?” you asked. “Yes, yes!” she said “If you hurry you can still get a good spot in the middle. You are only a couple of blocks away. Enjoy the beautiful lights children!” she said as she shooed you out the door.

You had lived here for years and honestly never gone to see the lighting of The Square. You had driven past it many times all lit up thinking how beautiful it was. Now as you walked hand-in-hand with Ayno looking at all the buildings so beautifully decorated with lights and garland, passing shops with holiday window displays, seeing people’s dressed up trees peeking from windows above, hearing the crunch of the snow under your feet…you realized how truly romantic it was.

The Square was formed by City Hall, the police station, the courthouse and the local museum. You found a spot to stand in the crowd near the center. A few moments later city dignitaries got up and gave speeches welcoming the holiday season and talking about the pride of the city and their hopes for the New Year. One of the local high school choirs sang Christmas carols, and then this year’s guest of honor, Eunice Bixby, the head librarian who was so old you thought she might’ve actually been around when the library was built; got up and gingerly threw the switch causing all the buildings to spring to life in thousands of twinkling lights. Ayno let out a giant “Awww” of wonder and stood eyes wide, smiling and clapping with everyone else looking at the magical sight.

“So pretty!” he exclaimed to you. You laughed, “Yes it is, isn’t it?” Then he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in close as he pressed his forehead and nose to yours and whispered “So pretty”, before he brought his lips to fit perfectly with yours…and you suddenly understood why every couple you knew came to this event at least once.

You were on your way home after having walked around and admired the lights when you suddenly got an idea. “Ayno? Do you mind if we deviate and go a few blocks out of our way?” He shook his head and allowed you to pull him in the opposite direction of home for a few streets, until you arrived at your destination: the craft store. You went inside and were relieved to immediately see the display of pre-made gingerbread houses- just waiting to be assembled and decorated.

Thirty minutes later you had one happy demon and were laden with bags that you thought contained at least two of every style of house they had, and half of the cake decorating section.

When you arrived home, the apartment was blissfully smoke-free but freezing from the open windows, and still had a lingering smell. You decided to take a shower to get warm and go to bed. Ayno came and laid next to you, cuddling and warming you until you fell asleep blissfully in his arms.

* * *

The blaring of the alarm reminded you that it was not yet the weekend, but at least you smelled fresh coffee wafting in from the kitchen now instead of burned gingerbread. You discovered, however, that along with coffee there was a lot of gingerbread in the kitchen.

That Ayno had been up all night was not shocking- he didn’t actually need sleep- but you were a little surprised not so much at what he had done as how he had done it. You expected to find a village of decorated houses, but instead, he had used all the pieces from all the kits to build one massive building- the entire dining table was covered in a giant Seuss-ish gingerbread house. Making use of the awkwardness of the building’s shape, he had meticulously decorated it in an extra whimsical style. He’d clearly had a good time, because there was frosting all over him- and the floor, along with broken bits of cookie and candy. His blonde hair sparkled with colored cookie sugar, and the color of his tongue suggested that he had been licking all the dripped icing.

“What do you think? Is it good?” he asked hopefully.

“Oh!! Oh …wow…it’s huge!” you exclaimed. “It looks like a mansion from Whoville! …how did you do that without it falling apart??”

“What is Whoville?” he asked.

“I’ll show you later” you promised as you pulled a glob of frosting from his hair. “This is amazing Ayno. Let’s take some pictures.”

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Riding downstairs in the elevator on your way to work, you were on your phone, scrolling through all the pictures you had just taken of the gingerbread house and Ayno standing proudly next to it. You paused when you reached the end and got to the selfie Ayno had taken of the two of you in the Square. Both of you with bright smiles and flushed cheeks, beautiful holiday lights in the background. You couldn’t tear your eyes from the screen, a stupid grin plastered on your face, butterflies in your belly and a warm feeling in your heart as you looked at Ayno’s face. It was in this moment you realized that no matter how much you wanted to deny it, you had totally- completely- 100% fallen for him.

#ayno #vav ayno #vav fluff #ayno fluff #vav #demon #holiday fluff

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nothingeverlost · 6 years ago

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I’m really curious about Thanksgiving in the Nabokov verse. When they are an established married couple what is it like for them to have Thanksgiving with Belle’s father, someone who is not aware of their daddy dom relationship?

So this takes place about 6 months after their commitment ceremony, which is sort of wedding-ish in tems of being a celebration of them belonging to each other, but isn’t really a wedding because they’re not legally married and their relationship isn’t like that. Moe wasn’t invited.

I don’t think I’ve posted the fic with Moe and Gold’s first meeting. They haven’t met often despite the fact that Gold and Belle have been together for about 3 years.

As usual a reminder that this is a sub/dom bdsm daddy/little verse. There’s a little bit of smuttiness and soe references to their relationship.

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“Thank you for inviting my dad, papa.” He would be arriving any minute, and Belle was nervous. Her dad had only been to the house a couple of times, and never for a holiday. She’d always gone to his house for at least part of the day, but she’d moved in with her papa almost a year ago and they’d celebrated their commitment last spring.

“This is your home, little one.” He kissed her forehead gently. “And anyone important to you is important to me too.”

She hugged him, wrapping her arms around it and burying her face against his neck. She knew he had no great fondness for her father, and her dad had trouble accepting that she was living with someone only a few years younger than himself. He didn’t know the details about their relationship or their commitment, and Belle planned on keeping it that way. Just the idea of discussing sex at all with her dad was weird, let alone him knowing that she was a submissive who called her lover papa.

“He’s here.” He knocked firmly three times. Her father wasn’t shy or hesitant. Belle nuzzled her papa’s neck one last time before going for the door.

“Happy Thanksgiving dad.” She would have given him a hug but he carried a bouquet of flowers. She hoped the presence of red dahlias and lavender were about color and texture, not a subtle message.

“They’re beautiful. I’ll put them in water.” it was, perhaps, a cowardly thing to do but the flowers really did need water and her papa wasn’t intimidated by her dad. Her dad didn’t know there was any reason to feel intimidated. She filled a vase with water and arranged the bouquet, putting it on the sideboard in the dining room. It was too tall to put on the table and would block everyone’s view. She came back to find the two most important people in her life talking politely about their respective businesses. Her dad had a beer, her papa a glass of wine.

“I poured you a glass.” Her papa nodded at the wineglass sitting on the coffee table.

“Thank you.” It was natural to kiss his cheek. She didn’t think about it until she saw her dad from the corner of her eye, lips pressed together. Well he was going to have to get used to it; she wasn’t going to hide how she felt.

“I’m going to check on things.” He wasn’t hiding either, giving her knee a squeeze before standing. It was a tame touch, but not one that her father appreciated.

“Have you gone fishing lately?” she asked, at the same time he said “Have you looked into grad school?”

“I haven’t even been out of college for a year, dad. I like where I am.” The local college didn’t have a grad program in library science, something her dad knew from the many times she’d lamented the fact. If she wanted a masters she’d have to go somewhere else. She’d be gone a couple of years. She could imagine why her dad liked that idea. “I’m working on a storytime program now at the library because they trust me, and I work a couple of shifts at A Novel Idea. I get paid to talk about books at two different jobs, and that makes me happy.”

“You could be anything, Belle. Why limit yourself?” Belle wasn’t sure how to answer and gave herself a moment by taking a sip of her wine. She didn’t want to snap at him, no matter how frustrating she found his attitude.

“Belle has the brains and talents to be anything she wants, Mr. French. Nothing is stopping her.” Her papa stood in the doorway, leaning on his cane with one hand, a towel stuck in his waistband as a sort of apron. “Dinner is ready if you’d both like to sit.”

“It smells delicious.” Belle picked up her drink and carried it into the dining room, sitting at her usual place. Her papa sat at the head of the table, and she was to his left. Her dad was across from her. Papa had set the table. The table she and her dad shared at his place was round, without any defined head of table, so it didn’t feel weird.

“The bird looks good,” her dad complemented with careful politeness. When papa picked up the carving knife she could see that her dad would have been glad to take over, but he didn’t say anything. The meal was fairly silent as they loaded up their plates and started eating. What conversation they did have was limited to the weather, the article in the paper about a new stop sign, and the food.

“Papa can you pass the mashed potatoes?” Belle was distracted enough by the tension in the room that she didn’t think about what she’d said until it was too late. Her papa, thankfully, had more control. His hand twitched a little but he didn’t react and allowed her dad to be the one to pass the food to her.

“Watching Beauty and the Beast again? The last time you called me papa was when you were obsessing over that movie. You wouldn’t wear anything for a month unless it was a blue or a gold dress.” Moe smiled, and Belle smiled back. She’d almost worn out the VHS. “I don’t suppose you had any reason to see the movie, Gold. No kids of your own, right? It doesn’t seem that long ago that Belle was a child.”

“Belle introduced me to it; it’s such a romantic film. You have every right to be proud that the child you raised is now a strong woman.” Belle had to cover her mouth with her napkin to keep from giggling. Watching them was almost like watching a tennis match.

“You’ll make me blush, sweetheart.” Belle bit down gently on her lower lip. Her papa only quirked one eyebrow at her. Or at least that was his first action. A moment later she felt a hand on her thigh and long fingers making circles against her skin. She had to fight to keep from reacting.

“Of course I’m proud of her,” her dad grumbled. Her papa’s hand moved a little higher, brushing the tip of one finger against her clit. She didn’t wear underwear at home, and her dad’s visit didn’t change that.

“Thanks dad.” She hoped he would blame any pinkness in her cheeks to his compliment. She couldn’t decide if she hoped that her papa would stop or that he wouldn’t.

“Dessert?” her papa suggested a minute later after a few more teasing strokes. She felt bereft when he withdrew his fingers.

“I’ll help you,” Belle volunteered. She wasn’t sure she could sit across from her dad when they were alone.

“Would you prefer the pecan or the pumpkin?” he asked when they were in the kitchen.

“I’d rather have you, papa,” she said low enough that no one outside of the room would be able to hear her.

“Soon, my dearest. Very soon.” He cupped her chin so she was looking up at him. “When or if you want to further your education I support that completely, but until then nothing about your talents are being wasted.”

“Thank you.” She hadn’t realized quite how her dad’s attitude had affected her.

“Anything for you, my little one.” He let her lean against him for a moment before they prepared three plates of dessert and carried them out to the table. As much as she loved her dad she couldn’t wait until it was just her and papa again.

#verse: nabokov #rumbelle fic #my fic #thanksgiving fic #Anonymous darling

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alyssaiswriting · 6 years ago

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Take it or Leave it

Inspired By: (requested) Bloodline by Ariana Grande

Summary: You're focused on making sure your restaurant doesn't flop and you don't have time for a boyfriend but Zabdiel wants more from you

Before You Read: it’s a tiny bit smutty in the beginning, this is me testing out if I could maybe write smut one day

Word Count: 1213

Zabdiel has been living across from you since you moved into this apartment building a little over a year ago. At first, you found yourself always trying to sneak glances at him when you would pass each other in the hall, but eventually, Zabdiel spoke to you, inviting you over for a little gathering he was having, after that you two began hanging out more often.

After a couple months your friendship turned into something more, and that's what leads you to the position you are in now - a moaning mess in your small studio apartment.

Zabdiel's large hands squeeze your hips before he throws one of your legs over his shoulder and teasingly licks over your entrance making your hand fly to his blonde curls, they're soft under your fingers but don't dwell on that thought too long, instead, you grip them roughly, pulling slightly making Zabdiel groan.

"Z please" your breathy begs makes the man between your legs chuckle only adding to the sensation you're already feeling.

Zabdiel rotates between fucking your entrance with his tongue to sucking on your clit. When he can feel you about to cum he slows it down- painfully slow making you cry out in annoyance.

"stop doing that" you whine, Zabdiel looks up at you and winks before finally eating you like you've been wanting him too. Soon enough you're cumming, biting your lip to keep your moans from getting louder.

Zabdiel licks up every drop of your juices, you look down at him when he comes up, his chin shining because of you.

Zabdiel kisses you softly almost lovingly and you know right away it's time to go.

You pull away looking over at your clock on your nightstand.

It's only 2pm "I have to go" you start to get up catch Zabdiel off guard.

"go where?" he asks.

You start getting dressed as you answer "I have to go to the grocery store before my sister comes over, we're trying to come up with some new recipes for the restaurant."

Zabdiel nods "you can let yourself out," you tell him as you slip on your shoes.

"Yeah" he nods again and with a smile his way, you grab your keys and walk out.

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you adjust your brown grocery bag in your arms as you wait for the elevator doors to open to your floor in the apartment building. your older sister stands beside you holding a bag if snacks she bought for her to eat while she watches you make the food.

"could this elevator take any longer?" she complains, "it's an old building, chill" you roll your eyes.

eventually the doors open and you almost bump into Mr. Valdez, an 80 something-year-old man with a little pug who is always found by his side, and sure enough you look down to see the fat brown pug on a leash "oh sorry Mr. Valdez" you apologize stepping to the side to allow him, Hector, his dog to pass, "it's fine, y/n I love those shoes" he compliments softly. "thank you" you smile brightly at him.

"Oh! I accidentally got one of your packages in my mail again, I left it with Zabdiel since you weren't home" he tells you as you step out of the elevator "oh okay, thank your Mr. Valdez" you smile which he kindly returns just as the elevator doors are closing.

You and your sister walk down the hall to your apartment and after unlocking the door and setting you grocery's down on the table you make your way across the hall to Zabdiel's apartment.

You don't bother shutting your door to your apartment since you're just getting your package.

With a soft knock, you patiently wait for your Puerto Rican neighbor to open the door. You hear his laugh on the other side just as the door opens.

His smile drops "oh y/n" he says in surprise. He looks behind himself before looking back at you, you frown, curiosity getting the best of you as you lean to the side to get a better view behind him.

An older looking women with brown hair and dark eyes look back at you. Your eyebrows scrunch before looking back to Zabdiel "um, I'm just here for my package" you say slowly.

"oh yeah!" Zabdiel walks off leaving you at the door. You look back the woman smiling politely at her. You've never seen her before so you wonder who she is. His mother maybe? You mentally debunk that thought when you remember you met his mom when he hosted Thanksgiving.

"I love your sweater," the woman on the couch says in a very insincere tone immediately making you defensive but just as you're about to snap Zabdiel comes back with a tiny box with an Amazon label on it.

"here" he hands it to you "thanks," you tell him and with one last glare to the brunette woman you turn and walk back into your apartment.

As soon as you close your door your sister says "he's kind of cute" you send a closed mouth smile but don't say anything.

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Around 5 hours later your sister has finally left and you're left to watch some baking show on food network while eating what is left of your creation from earlier's experiment.

There's a knock at your front door making you frown and place your noodles on your coffee stand from your tiny little couch adjusting your pajama shorts as you make your way to the door.

You don't even check the peephole, and swing the door open.

Zabdiel stands on the other side.

"can I come in?" you're confused by his visit but nod nonetheless. Zabdiel walks in and you close the door behind him "where's your company?" you question.

"what is this?" Zabdiel snaps tuning to look at you making your eyebrows raise.

"what is what?" you ask.

"this? Us, what is it?" he gestures between the two of you. You curl your lips into your mouth before sighing. "Zabdiel we've been through this, I need to focus on my restaurant, we can't be anything but friends who occasionally sleep with each other"

"what if I don't want that?" his eyebrows are furrowed together, his mouth stays slightly open after he finishes his question.

"Zabdiel you literally just had another woman in your apartment like 3 hours again" you scoff.

"because I'm trying to get you out of my head!" he raises his voice "you've invaded my mind! All I think about is you and it hurts to know you don't feel the same"

"I'm not looking for anything serious Zabdiel" you remind him" you knew that you said you were okay with that"

"I was! But not anymore. I'm tired of only having a little bit of you for a night, I want all of you y/n all the time" you can't ignore the warm feeling his words bring to your insides but you've always been a stubborn mess and you know a boyfriend would only add more to your plate.

"I can't" you shake your head.

Zabdiel's face turns stone. "OK," he nods.

"I'm sorry" you apologize.

"it's fine," he says and with that, he walks past you and walks out of your apartment slamming the door loudly behind himself.

I wanted to give them a happy ending so many times but eventually decided against it so I could stay true to the song.

But next is a Chris imagine and I’m gonna try to get it out as fast as I can because I’m really not doing anything this weekend, but it’s all up to my 3 brain cells

#cnco #cnco imagine #zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel de jesus imagine

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spnfanficpond · 7 years ago

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New Member Spotlight

The Pond is always growing, and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our Fishy Family along with a link to a work they’ve posted!

Welcome to the Pond, guys! We’re, well:

@canadianspnhunter - Their MASTERLIST has a handful of series you can really get lost in, but also some drabbles and one shots when you’re pressed for time. Check out Lemon Meringue Pie for some sweet, smutty Dean goodness!

@sugarcookiedean - Her MASTERLIST (on AO3) isn’t very long, but she’s a dedicated beta reader who will help you with all aspects of your story! Ending the Cycle is a poignant and beautifully-written Destiel story from Dean’s POV that everyone should read (though check the tags for triggers)!

@girl-with-a-fandom-fettish - So far, they only have one series posted on their Tumblr, so no masterlist, but if you enjoy RPF with Jensen and Danneel, check out Nanny, Sister, Daughter, Family!

@built-from-nothing - Rachel’s MASTERLIST includes fics from more than just SPN! If you’re also into the new Sabrina show on Netflix, you should check it out! There’s lots of Dean to be had, and if you enjoy flirty Dean check out THIS IMAGINE.

@shy-violet-soul - Their MASTERLIST is still pretty short, but is packed with goodness! If you love Weechesters and crying happy tears, definitely check out The Box in Room 11.

@flamencodiva - They’ve only got the one series up right now, and it’s not yet complete, but it is EPIC. Be sure to check out Fated Souls, A Legacy of Van Helsing Saga!

@bamby0304 - Amber’s MASTERLIST includes three fandoms, and a ton of excellent series and one shots for SPN! A personal favorite of ours is With Wolves, an ABO AU with BOTH Winchesters!! (SO HOT!)

@mostly-shawn - No masterlist here, since they’re not a writer, but a beta extraordinaire!! No matter what you need, story arc, grammar, or just a sounding board for ideas, here’s your one-stop shop!

@thefastandtheoverlyanxious - No masterlist, yet, but they have hit the ground running with this new blog, and there are a few fics there for you to read! If you’re into Cas, check out Hitting the Books!

@alwaysadeangirl - Another new blog without a masterlst at the moment, but be sure to check out their first fic, a nice little piece of Dean smut called Sunk! (I don’t know where that shot of Jensen is from, but it is FINE!)

@sarasaurussex - Also a newbie to Tumblr, but has a few fics from multiple fandoms over on AO3 you can check out! Start with A Short Thanksgiving SPN Fic, though, if you want a laugh.

@herbologystudent252 - This is her main blog, but she has three (yes, 3!) writing side blogs! Check out @sammys-smutty-writer @deans-dirty-writer and @wicked-wincest-writer! There’s one series that stands out, My Alpha, My Soulmate, because it’s a Poly fic, ABO, with Alpha!Sam and Beta!Dean. Intriguing!!

@xxdragonagequeenxx - Their MASTERLIST is short, but multi-fandom, including fics from The Hobbit, The Vampire Diaries, and GOT. If you like cuddly Sam, though, check out Being Her Pillow! (The pic at the top is a panty-ruiner, too!)

@foreverwayward - They’re new to the SPN fanfic biz, yet decided to start out with a series rewrite called Wayward Hearts!! Bold!! It’s a Dean x OFC story, and it’s sure to be epic!

@risingphoenix761 - Their MASTERLIST is long, multi-fandom, which is the largest block being TWD. Their most recent work is a Crowley x OFC series called A Dangerous Game. Check it out!

@coffee-obsessed-writer - Jen’s MASTERLIST is multi-fandom, including SPN, TWD, B99, and original works! If you’re in the mood for the sweet Sam fluffy fluff, check out I Love You Because. You’ll definitely want to say yes!

#fic rec #new members #new members post #welcome new member #spnclanntag #spnfanficpond

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javocjovian · 7 years ago

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The Road So Far...

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Sarasaurussex’s Masterlist

• Bingos • Bangs • Holiday Events • Other Works • Art

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Bingos:

2019

A Supernatural Menagerie A collection of short smutty Supernatural stories! Mostly for Kink and ABO Bingo, plus a few requests. | Chapter | Title - Ship , Kink/Tag/Prompt | ʟɪɴᴋs | Ch 1 | Dress for Success - Destiel, Clothing Sharing | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 2 | Work, Work, Work - Sabriel, Rimming | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 3 | Bondage Therapy - Wincest, Bondage | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 4 | Fully Loaded - Sabriel, Breeding Kink (non-ABO) | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 5 | Two Feet Under - Sastiel, Footfetish/Breathplay | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 6 | Blood and Flesh, Mind and Soul - Mooseley (Sam x Crowley), Coming Untouched | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 7 | Sensory Overload - Sastiel, Scent Kink | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 8 | How To Make Sammy Sleep - Wincest, Domestic Kink | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 9 | Two Veils To Hide My Face - Wincest, Scent Marking (ABO) | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 10 | Wet Dreams May Cum - Debriel, Sleeping/First Times | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 11 | Getting To Know You - Sketch (Sam x Ketch), Friends to Lovers/Face Fucking | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 12 | An Angel and Demon In Us All - Meg!Sam x Castiel | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 13 | Exorcising Those Demons - Balthazar x Rowena, Fake Relationships | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 14 | Heaven and Hell - Megstiel, Squirting | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 15 | The Trap - Destiel, sub!Dean/Sex Pollen | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 16 | Ride ‘Em Cowboy - Destiel, Sexuality Crisis | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 17 | Ramble On - Destiel, Oral | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 18 | How To Train Your Demon - Dain (Dean x Cain), Caning | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 19 | Natural Born Leader - Calthazar, Societal Role Reversal (ABO) | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 20 | Whiskey and Spice - Dean x Ketch, Tattoos/Accidental Scent Bond (ABO) | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 21 | You’re Mine - Wincest (Demon!Dean x Boyking!Sam), Teasing | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 22 | Blueberry Pie - Wincest, Restraints (ABO) | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 23 | Down Boy - Wincest, Petplay | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 24 | It’s A Farcical Life - Sabriel, Sam Wesson | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 25 | Table Manners - Wincest, Voyeurism (ABO) | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 26 | Saving Grace - Castiel/Michael/Lucifer | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 27 | First Blood - Demon!Dean x Boyking!Sam, Bloodplay (Freespace) | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 | Ch 28 | BONUS | Dress For Success with Art by Purgatory-Jar! | ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀᴏ3 |

A Close Shave | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Orgasm Denial Ship: Michael!Dean x Sam, implied Wincest Rating: E Word Count: 5,803 Tags: Orgasm Denial, Forced Orgasm, Aphrodisiacs, Multiple Orgasms, Edging, Teasing, Denial, Oral, Anal, Bondage Summary: Michael!Dean returns to his prisoner and has some fun. Part I not necessary.

Wherever I May Roam | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Roleplay Ship: Destiel, Cockles, Dean Winchester x Misha Collins Rating: E Word Count: 11,432 Tags: Angst, Hurt, Comfort, Heartbreak, Idiots to Lovers, Relationships, Emotional Sex, Realism, Condoms and Lube, Caught in the Act, Jensen & Misha & Dean & Castiel, Jared & Sam, Rejection, Arguments, First Time sex, Happy Ending, Fluff Summary: Sam and Dean get sent to another TV Land that’s slightly different than the last. In this version, Jensen and Misha are dating. Can Dean keep it together long enough to be rescued and avoid ruining his precariously platonic relationship with Castiel? (cue Sam laughing in the background)

Show Me Your Moves - sequel in progress | tumblr | AO3 | Square Filled: Neighbors Ship: Destiel (18yo!Dean x hunter!Castiel) Rating: E Word Count: 12,436 Tags: Top Cas/Bottom Dean, technically legal, age gap, enthusiastic consent, porn with plot, hand jobs, blowjobs, rimming, anal, fun positions, coming too early, multiple orgasms, cum licking, mentions of masturbation, lots of lube usage, horny teen Dean, mentions of abusive John, angst, apologies, Castiel is bad at talking, protective lil Sam, after-care, comfort, fluff Summary: While on a hunt, Castiel the slightly-OCD hunter keeps running into a cocky, sarcastic, drop-dead gorgeous eighteen-year-old named Dean Winchester. Turns out the kid is pretty good at punching ghouls, eating all of Castiel’s food, and getting dirty ;D Also appearing:sassy teen Sam (who volunteers at an animal shelter), Ellen and Jo, and a bunch of dogs. Mentions of John, Mary, Bobby, and Castiel’s angel family.

| SPN Kink Bingo Masterlist (ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ) | SPN ABO Bingo Masterlist (ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇss) |

Bangs:

2019

Catch the Wind - Wincest Big Bang 2019 | tumblr | AO3 | WBB post | Ship: Teencest, Wincest, Wincestiel (at the end) Rating: E Word Count: 21,521 Tags: Flashbacks, Timetravel, Action, Angst, Hurt/Comort, John Winchester, OC villain, Choices, the Butterfly effect, Changing the past, Wound Care, Making out, Don’t wake dad, Guilt, Healing Sex, Threesome Warnings: Teenaged Wincest (Sam16, Dean20), canon level gore/violence, emotional parental abuse Summary: When a rogue angel Castiel once spared begins murdering angels on the West Coast, Sam and Dean help Castiel hunt the angel down once and for all. Along the way they find themselves in a place, they stayed in as teenagers. It brings back memories of Sam’s 16th birthday when he was being hunted by a delusional friend of John’s who was determined to stop the next King of Hell. Unbeknownst to Sam, Dean, or Castiel, the past and present are inexplicably intertwined, and sparing the angel in the past has unfathomable consequences for Sam and Dean’s future. Fate, chance, and redemption must all be confronted for the trio to move on.

Lost and Found - Supernatural Trope Celebration 2019 | tumblr | AO3 | STC post | Ship: Sastiel Rating: M Word Count: 12522 Tropes: Amnesia/Memory Loss, Reverse Sex Pollen, Deathbed Confessions Warnings: Mental Heath Issues, Mention of Suicide, AKF Summary: When Sam starts acting strange, Dean’s faith in his brother comes undone, and after a bad fight causes Sam to leave the bunker for good it seems impossible they’ll ever be able to reconcile. But Castiel suspects something more is going on. He finds Sam, only to discover his worst fear: Sam is not himself, and it might be too late to save him. Castiel enlists Rowena to help solve the mystery of Sam’s condition, cure him, and reunite the Winchesters.

Red and Gold - SPN Canon Big Bang 2019 | tumblr | AO3 | CBB post | Ship: Sabriel , Crowbriel (GabrielxCrowley), Crowsabriel (SamxGabrielxCrowley), background Destiel Rating: E Wordcount: 25,906 Warnings: Dub-con Summary: Back from the dead and acting strange, Gabriel finds himself in debt to Crowley. In order to free himself he must fulfill a contract by spying on the Winchesters, who are trying to shut the Gates of Hell. But after Sam catches Gabriel spying on him in the shower (naturally), the contract is voided and Gabriel finds himself enslaved to Crowley as payment. Sam figures out Gabriel’s deal with the devil and tries to help, but ends up caught up in it himself. Eventually, Sam and Crowley discover the cause of Gabriel’s strange behavior, and the unlikely trio of heroes and villains come together to save their favorite feathered frenemy from an even greater threat.

Black Mountain Side - Team Free Will Big Bang 2019 | tumblr | AO3 | TFW post | Ship: Wincestiel, Wincest Rating: E Wordcount: 7,792 Summary: Castiel gets injured on a hunt, causing tension between himself and Dean. Sam is forced to play mediator, but even he can’t predict how the night unravels. Held up in a shack in the mountains, the trio discovers how far they’ll go for each other.

Holiday Events:

2019

Chill Me, Thrill Me: A Supernatural Halloween Story Supernatural Trope Celebration (Halloween Edition) | tumblr | AO3 | Rating: T Trope: For Halloween, I’m Going as Myself Tags: Halloween Party, Costumes, Mystery, Monsters, Hunting, minor Sam Winchester/OC, Making Out, Humor, Holidays Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester get invited to a party on Halloween night, but they have no idea what kind of tricks and treats are in store for them.

What Really Matters Galentine’s Day Fic for @mrswhozeewhatsis | tumblr | AO3 | Ship: Castiel x Dean x Reader Rating: E Tags: Grace Healing, BAMF Castiel, Vulnerable Dean, Protective Dean and Cas, Bunker sex, Threesome, Dean in the middle, Sub Dean, Top Castiel, Power-Bottom Reader, Humor, Fluff, Smut Summery: Dean blames himself when you get injured in a fight. Luckily, you and Castiel know just how to bring him around.

2018

A Very Supernatural Christmas Party | AO3 | Ship: Destiel, Sabriel, mild Crowlthazar Tags: Christmas Smut, Destiel Angst (with a Happy Ending), Humor, Pranks Rating: E Summery: Gabriel and Castiel need dates to Metaron’s annual Christmas party.

Secret Santa Illustrated Fic | AO3 | Rating: G Summery: Crowley comes across a certain celebrity soul in Hell. Written for a fan.

Guess Who’s Coming to Thanksgiving Dinner | AO3 | Rating: G Summery: Sam, Dean, and the gang hit a roadblock on their way to Jody’s for Thanksgiving

Other Works:

Wet Dreams May Cum Debriel Creations Challenge @debrielcc | tumblr | AO3 | February Theme: First Times My Prompt: Sleep/Sleeping Ship: Debriel (Dean/Gabriel, Dean/Gabriel/Dream-Gabriel) Rating: E Tags: Somnophilia, masturbation, wet dreams, embarrassment, first time anal (Dean), hand jobs, prostate milking, wings, consensual, mild pain enjoyment, grace sex, grace bondage, induced sleep, bondage via induced sleep, soul fucking, dream control, dream sex, mind-reading, time-loop Summary: Dean has a wet dream about Gabriel, so Gabriel turns it into reality.

The Angel Who Would Be Human | AO3 | Ship: Gabrizar (Balthazar x Gabriel) Kinks: Shower Sex, Bath Sex, Blow Jobs, Sass Rating: E Summery: Balthazar becomes human for a week. Gabriel give shim a place to stay.

It’s Not Gay If You Don’t Hold Hands | AO3 | Ship: Mooseley, Destiel Kinks: So many. Crowley addicted to Sam’s blood, BDSM, Bondage, Shibari Rope, Cock Cages, Destiel Angst, Wing Kink Rating: E Summery: Set in an alternate universe following the conclusion of Season 9, Sam finds Crowley before he joins up with a newly awakened demon!Dean, and Castiel finds Dean before he can run off on his own. Note: This is my most popular SPN Fic from a few years ago, it’s an unfinished RP

Supernatural x Marvel Mini Bang | AO3 | Rating: T Summery: Mobster AU Crossover featuring the Family Business (Supernatural), the Avengers Assembly (the Avengers/Spiderman), and the L.A. Guardians (Guardians of the Galaxy). Also, Deadpool shows up uninvited.

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Art:

Withheld - DeanCas Reverse Bang Art Withheld - DeanCas Reverse Bang Master Post

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sunalsolove · 7 years ago

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Outlining is good advice. Do you have any advice on outlining?

I could go on well past the point of putting everyone but myself to sleep ;-)

This is for longer fics, I usually don’t outline a one-shot unless I’m having some kind of issue with the flow.

Two common criticisms I’m going to brush aside:

1) It forces me into a set in stone story...nope. If your fic suddenly develops something like an unexpected side pair relationship, you just go back to your outline and rework the story to accommodate the change.

2) It sucks all creativity out of everything and now you don’t want to write the fic because you already know the plot. I hate to break it to you, but if your idea isn’t interesting enough for you to want to read it multiple times...then why the hell are you inflicting it on the rest of us? A long fic in the 80K range is going to take months to write unless you’re doing nothing but writing it. You have to be committed to your idea because you’re going to be deep in the swamp of it for a while. If you’re sick of it after writing a quick skim outline...may try a different idea.

Outlining

You can have something as simple as beginning, middle, and end. Three chapters. The three-act story structure is tried and true. Most blockbuster movies follow the format. You can just jot down a few things for each point.

Or if you’re comfortable with your writing style, you can dive a lot deeper. How long is your typical chapter? How big of an idea do you have? What scene is in your head? The one you think about over and over? Is it the thing that starts the entire story off, or the middle when the balance tips? Or the climax where everything explodes and The Rock is dangling from a helicopter. Or building. Or giant creature?

I follow the basic plan of a starting inciting incident, 3 major plot points (at 25, 50, and 75% through the story) a climax, and a fairly quick denoument. (Ten novels later and I’m still working on the very last part. I usually don’t want to leave my world and I end up dragging the happy end part out) (No, really, I wrote chapter 15 of 28 the other day of a 100K fic and cried because I was more than half way done). I toss in pinch points (times when things look rough) at around 33% and 66%.

I like to write smutty, shippy, plotty fics, so if the rating is E the sex is going to be at one of those plot points!

It ends up looking like:

1. Inciting Incident (&hook)

2. plot point

3. Pinch point 1

5.plot point

6. Pinch point 2

7.plot point

9. Climax

10. ending

....which is how I end up with 10 chapters not being much wiggle room. If I want to be meatier I’m going to need 20-40. (my chapters average 3.5K)

Once I have the bare bones I’ll start to fill in the rest. Is the inciting incident a meet cute? At 25% (first plot point) does the hero realize he’s in love? At 50% they boink, at 75% the heroine (or other hero, or whatever floats your boat) figures out they’re in love, at 90% they get it and finally say the love word to each other. The last chapter is a marriage.

Being me there’s also probably some other plot going on because there’s not a lot of will they won’t they? If I click on a fic marked MY FAV/MY OTHER FAV and it’s not tagged as an unhappy ending or angst, I’ll toss rotten fruit in your general direction. That other plot might mean they realize they love each other like idiots in the middle of a giant firefight or alien invasion.

Include your point of view and how many scenes are in a chapter. Are you writing only one character’s take? Switching back and forth each chapter? Or from one character to the other when the scene changes within a chapter?

Fill in the blanks. How do we get from scene a to scene b? Is everything balanced (i.e. enough “screen time” for each character you’re showing?) These can be really rough at first. I’ll have scenes that are just: character a) SMUT.

But then I add in more and more details to the plot. I indentify holes and patch them. I know the details when Im writing that way. I sit down and say: this is the scene when my ship eats ham as part of Thanksgiving dinner while sitting in a hospital room after getting back together, and twenty chapters later the pay off is a knock down drag out fight with a mysthical boar (it makes more sense in the fic).

I even go back and layer in things like: communication is a theme! When did someone last listen to the radio? What station? Or my current issue of OMG...did I mention the Roomba enough?? I’m making a pass through my outline for appropriate Roomba mentions.

An outline is like watching a movie on fast forward. You know the general things. that will happen, but not the specific details of each and every scene. You can identify research you need to do ahead of time and look up references for that posh apartment in France your OTP is sharing while you’re on the bus to work.

The goal is to know where you’re going while you’re writing. The story is there, you’re not trying to fight the plot while also falling into the emotions and setting of a scene. And your characters won’t always behave. And then you go back and reoutline.

You can save a lot of time if your story fizzles at chapter twenty of thirty in your outline instead of writing 60K and then going...well, CRAP. It also keeps your readers from wanting to tar and feather you.

Also, a story works best when you hit the expected marks, like having something major happen at 50% in a fic. Out brains go YES! This is where that goes! It gets happy. You want your readers to feel that, even if they don’t know what it is. It’s a leg up.

tl. dr Outline, outline, outline. Trust me, I know when someone doesn’t because the story *feels* wrong.

One last piece of advice, don’t over outline either. If you’re not stopping to actually write the story, then you’re doing it wrong.

I hope this helped a tiny bit. Google story structure for much more detailed descriptions and sample outlines.

Writing a good fic/novel/story isn’t just about inspiration it’s knowing how to tell that story effectively. Don’t stumble around in the dark, grab an outline and use it to light your way!

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festiveferret · 7 years ago

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Wipdate!

Posted:

False Alarm - Steve finds himself locked out of his apartment, in his boxers, with his fish bowl, during a fire alarm. (smol!Steve, AU, meetcute) Indulgence - sub!Ults!Steve and dom!Ults!Tony have a naughty weekend together. This is feelsy and smutty and has buckets of Steve denial. (with @one-and-five-nines ) Truths and Roses Have Thorns About Them - Steve has to pretend to date Tony after a not-so-funny joke to a reporter, but what no one knows is that he’s been desperately hiding hanahaki disease for weeks now. (Prompt Party) Hungry - (Symbrock) Eddie and Venom start sharing dreams. (pooorn)

Updating:

Yet I Will Try the Last - Truck Stop Hooker AU with hooker!Steve and flashy billionaire, Tony Stark. Chapter one was a oneshot posted for bingo, but I’ve promised to turn it into a full fic as a thank you to my readers. Chapter two is in progress! Little Bits - Extra moments from In Trouble Deep and beyond. Will continue throughout the life of the series. Chapter one has a dog! (With @sirsapling) Little Bits: After Dark - Extra E-rated moments from In Trouble Deep, focusing on Steve and Tony’s relationship (particularly in the bedroom, ooer) (With @sirsapling)

Beta Queue:

One birthday prompt (Tony+analgesia) Three Happy Steve bingo fills (hint: colours, soulmates, and sharing a bed) My project with the amazing @franzwantscoffee is still in progress An dark-ish Ults thing I’m..... not sure about

Wips:

1) Prompt party continues! Once this next one is out of beta, I’ll be making another masterpost for the second group of eight. Work on this will likely slow for a little while as I have other things on my plate, but I do intend to come back to them.

2) @ashes0909 and I are still working away at Held Season Two! We also have been working on the Firefighter AU, wherein all Tony wants is to slide down Steve’s pole.

3) Still working on Yet I Will Try the Last, chapter two. It’s very, very close to being done, so I hope you’ll get to see that soon!

4) I still have quite a few Happy Steve squares to fill. Thanks to the MCU discord, I have ideas lined up for several of them, but we’ll see if I can manage a... line (*cough*) before the deadline.

5) I have two amazing winners for MTH! I’m so excited and so grateful for their super generous bids. Both fills are likely to be long, so it might be a little bit til you see them, but I’m beginning work on those right away!

6) Couple of things are floating on the backburner and we’ll see if any of them get picked up by the muse.

I have eight more work days and then I’M ON VACATION WOOOO. I have two weeks off, which I need desperately, and besides cleaning my furnace room (ugh) I plan to do a lot of writing and relaxing. I’m also visiting @ashes0909 so you might want to ignore me around Thanksgiving if you don’t want nothing but sappy sugary love declarations and then tears and sobbing and dedicating songs to each other after. We’re a hot mess, we know it, we accept it.

#wiplist #my writing #ferret life

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parkerrogersgirl · 8 years ago

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Happy Accident- Part XIV

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,156

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, SMUTTY SMUT

Summary: After he saves you from being injured at the gym, THE Steve Rogers asks you out. Little by little, you start falling in love with every part of him, his quirks, his old-fashionedness, and his charm. But are you ready to let your guard down and let him in?

A/N: I know this is later than I usually post, but hey, I promised I’d post today

Catch up here!

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Steve sighs to steady himself, then looks up at you, “I know it won’t be for a while, but… would you like to spend Thanksgiving at the tower with me and everyone else? I know you’re not close with your family, so I thought I’d invite you to spend it with my family.”

You choke on your grilled cheese a little, eyes widening as you look up at Steve, “I thought it would be too hard for me to stay there because everything’s classified and stuff.”

He shrugs, “I’ll figure it out. I love you too much to let you be alone on Thanksgiving.”

You blush, squeezing his hand across the table, “I would love to be with you on Thanksgiving.”

He grins, kissing your hand, “I wanted to ask you now so you weren’t blindsided after I talk to everyone and they say yes.”

You smile, sliding your plate across the table as you get up and sit next to Steve, scooting close, “I can’t kiss you from all the way over there,” you say, kissing him softly.

He smiles, laughing into the kiss, “you taste like chocolate and cheese. Very fondue-y,” he says, taking another bite of his toast.

You smirk, “I wanna fondue with you when we get back to your house.”

He coughs on his food, taking a gulp of his milkshake, “Jesus, doll. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Not literally, I hope,” you say as you keep eating, “I really like this diner. It’s cute.”

“Well maybe we could make it our place,” he kisses your forehead, pulling you close to him with an arm around your waist, “we could just come here every time you spend the night.”

You kiss his cheek after you finish eating, “I like that idea.” He finishes his food as you gulp some of the milkshake and he smacks your arm, “that’s my milkshake, babe.”

You shrug, “sharing was your idea. I’m just helping.”

He rolls his eyes and drinks the shake using the other straw, looking into his eyes as you both drink. You scrunch your nose at him as the glass goes empty, then stick your finger in the remaining whipped cream, smearing it on his nose. He sits up straight, crossing his arms over his chest.

“(Y/N), you’re gonna pay for that later.” You wink, “I’m fine with that,” the waitress comes over and Steve pays, much to your chagrin. “You’re gonna have to let me pay one day, babe.”

“Not a chance,” he stands and puts on his jacket, waiting for you as you do the same. He takes your hand as you walk out into the freezing air, “shall we go back to my house and… fondue?” He smirks at you.

You shrug, “I suppose that sounds alright,” starting to walk faster.

He laughs, pulling you back to him, “slow down, doll. We both know you’re not exactly the most coordinated person, wouldn’t want you to slip on the ice,” he says, kissing the top of your head.

You roll your eyes, leaning into him as you walk, “so have you ever actually had fondue?”

“Uhhhh no. I’ve always wanted to, but I’ve felt like it’d be too awkward to go alone.”

You laugh, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek as you walk, “we’ll go tonight, okay? We can fondue a little at your house, and then actually go eat fondue.”

He winks as you turn onto his street, starting to speed up, “if you slip, i’ll catch you. I just really want to get you back to my house.”

You blush as you reach the steps to his door and you jump onto his back, kissing his neck softly as he unlocks his door.

“You’re killin’ me back there, babe.” He quickly steps inside, locking the door behind him before running up the stairs with you on his back. He sets you down on the floor, stripping off his heavy jacket and scarf while you take off yours. He kisses you roughly and passionately, running his fingers through your hair. You moan into the kiss, falling back onto the bed, pulling Steve on top of you. You bite his bottom lip as you kiss, quickly stripping him of his sweater and undershirt. He’s on top of you half-naked, and you’re still wearing your turtleneck. He shakes his head as he rubs his hands together to warm them up, then slips his hands under your sweater to let it go over your head. He kisses you again and your wrap your arms around him, running your fingers up and down his spine.

“FUCK YOUR HANDS ARE COLD,” he yells. You laugh, kissing him softly as he takes off your bra. He kisses you harder and you reach down and unbutton his pants. He wiggles so you can take them off, and slides yours down your legs. He reaches down into your underwear, starting to slowly rub your clit.

“Fuck, Steve….” you moan, nibbling on his neck. He groans as he slips a finger inside you, and you feel his rock hard cock against you. You look into his eyes, “babe, I need you.” “What do you mean, doll?” he gently nibbles your earlobe.

“You know what I mean, Steve.”

“What if I want to hear you say it?” He smirks as he adds another finger to his ministrations inside you.

“Oh my god just fuck me, please.”

He laughs and takes off your underwear and his boxers, “since you asked so nicely…” he kisses you deeply as he buries himself in you. You moan, kissing him roughly as you wrap your legs around his waist. He thrusts deeper and faster. “I’m glad we’re doing this, I’m not sure how long I would’ve lasted.”

“Mhmmm, “ you moan into the kiss as he slows down, and you start to stroke his back again.

He moans as you touch his back with your fingernails, thrusting deeper as he kisses you slowly and passionately. You smile into the kiss, feeling your heart grow 3 times bigger with your love for Steve. He senses the change in mood and stops, looking into your eyes.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He frowns at you.

You shake your head, smiling up at him, “nothing’s wrong. I just love you so much. It’s overwhelming.”

“I love you too, doll,” he grins, kissing you deeply and lovingly. He starts thrusting into you slowly and you can tell he’s getting close by how he starts to falter. He keeps going and your climax approaches, but you try to hold off so you can finish with Steve. He kisses the sweet spot on your neck, and you know it’s game over.

You wrap your arms around him and hold onto him as you cum, and he spills into you moments later.

He pulls out and lays down next to you, pulling you close to him, kissing your forehead, “I love you so much, (Y/N). You’re beautiful, perfect, and incredible. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smile as a tear runs down your cheek, smiling at the man you were madly in love with. You knew he was special, and there was no chance that you’d ever let him go.

The week was uneventful, and it was finally Friday. It was Halloween, and you’d finally found the outfit for you and Steve’s couple costume. It wasn’t a particularly hard ensemble to compile, it was just a few different parts, especially since you and Steve had just decided on your costume a few days earlier. You were going as Indiana Jones and Marion, as Raiders of the Lost Ark was Steve’s favorite movie. He loved watching Harrison Ford kick Nazi ass, and you reminded him of Marion with your smart mouth and badass-ness.

You were planning on wearing cargo pants, a tight white long-sleeved shirt, and combat boots. You knew that Steve had worked hard to acquire all the different parts of his costume. You had laughed when he’d told you what he wanted to be for Halloween, and you’d made him blush when you called the whip, “kinky.” You weren’t into stuff like that, you just wanted to get a reaction out of him. You got home after class and put the temporary black hair dye in your hair and put on makeup, getting dressed in your bedroom. Steve was going to pick you up from your apartment so you could spend the night at his house. You were going to hand out candy for about an hour, and then ‘watch’ some movies. You hear a knock on your door and check your outfit one last time in the mirror, then go get the door.

Steve is wearing a sable hat, along with a vintage-looking Indiana Jones costume. You pull him inside, kissing him as he kicks the door behind him. He pulls you up so your legs are around him, kissing you harder. You laugh, pulling away.

“Happy Halloween, honey. I like your outfit.”

He kisses your neck softly, holding you up by your ass, “you don’t look too bad yourself, doll. You ready to go?”

You jump off of him, grabbing your bag as you put on your jacket, “I’m ready if you are.”

“Let’s go then,” he holds out his arm and links elbows with you, locking your door and stepping into the elevator with you. He stands against the wall, holding you next to him, and you nuzzle into his chest. He kisses the top of your head as the elevator reaches the ground floor. He walks over to his motorcycle with you, handing you a helmet before putting your bag under the seat. He sits down and guides you to sit behind him, and he moves you so your arms are around his waist.

There’s almost no traffic, and you make it to his house in record time. He locks his bike and grabs your bag, leading you up his steps and letting you inside. You go into the kitchen, looking back at him as he takes off his shoes.

“Whatcha want for dinner, sweetheart?” You ask as you grab a bottle of wine out of the cupboard.

“Hmmmm, surprise me,” he says before coming up behind you, hugging you from behind to kiss your neck.

“Steve, I can’t cook if you’re holding onto me.”

He shakes his head, nuzzling into your neck, “I don’t care. I’m never letting you go.”

You giggle, trying to make your way around the kitchen with your supersoldier person attached to you. You roll your eyes, then turn to face him.

“Steven Grant Rogers, you will starve if you don’t let go of me.”

He backs away, holding his hands up in surrender, “okay, okay. I’m done. I’ll put on a movie while you do your thing.” He goes into the living room and turns on The Night Before Christmas.

“OH MY GOD STEVE THIS IS PERFECT I LOVE THIS MOVIE,” you squeal, grinning over at him. He laughs and you go back to cooking, deciding on French Bread pizza since Steve doesn’t have any actual pizza dough. You cut a large piece of bread in half longways, then sideways. You sprinkle marinara, parmesan, pepperoni, and sausage on top, since you know Steve’s more of a carnivore than even a T-rex. You pop the pizzas on the cookie sheet and put them in the oven, then run over and jump on the couch to sit next to your beloved.

He pulls you onto his lap, nibbling your neck lightly to elicit a giggle. “You do look delicious, darling. I think we should do a couples costume every year. It’s fun.”

“What do you mean every year?” You raise an eyebrow at him quizzically.

He turns you around in his lap so you’re facing him, placing his arms around the small of your back. “(Y/N), I don’t see us breaking up anytime soon. I’m not letting you go, and I plan on being in your life as long as you’ll let me.”

You blush, kissing him softly. “That sounds perfect to me.” He moves to lay down sideways on the couch, holding you so that you can watch the movie with him. You watch a bit of the movie until the oven timer goes off, then spring up and run into the kitchen to get the pizzas out.

“God, babe, that smells incredible.” Steve joins you in the kitchen and pours two glasses of wine while you plate the pizzas. You walk back over to the couch with him and resume the movie, leaning on him while you eat.

“Steeeeeve I don’t wanna pass out candy. I just wanna watch movies and make out with my boyfriend.” He grins, kissing you as he goes over to turn off the front porch light, then sits down next to you.

“That sounds perfect to me.”

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