#I also have no idea who’s still active/who even wants to see these tracking tags so I apologize in advance!!

[beingforcedtolivebadwriting]

Hiii everyone I am here with another enemies to lovers fic because apparently I never know when to give up! Behold… a 90k slow burn where Dean is a hunter and Cas is the sin-eating demon he accidentally binds his soul to, so now Dean has to deal with things like the passenger deciding what music to listen to (Taylor Swift), unceasing threats of vehicular harm, and a disturbingly high propensity for arson and knives.

In The Flesh? (E, 90k)

Blue Eyes tilts his head. A predatory smile twists his lips.

Dean squirms beneath his gaze. “What? Does it look like I know your name, demon-priest?”

“Mm. Names have a lot of power, you know.”

“God, why did I have to get stuck with the most pretentious demon that’s ever-”

“Mine is Castiel.”

And, oh, Dean doesn’t hesitate before wrapping his tongue around it.

“Castiel.” He likes it. Please, God help him, he likes it.

“Is there an echo?”

Jesus Christ.

[luv3rrx]

Fuck me? How about fuck you

Astaroth x F!Reader

Cw;hate sex - rough face fucking - Astaroth is a tattoo artist and Mc is a florist - Astaroth is the biggest flirt and tease ever - rough sex - snarky comments - plot and porn - pet names like a lot - sprinkle of praise n degrading - hair pulling - sprinkle sprinke unprotected smex,(wrapped it up like a gift please) - mc make-up is smudge

A/N; I would've done it on AO3,but I'm too lazy to make it into chapters,the more I wrote the more tags appeared bro wanted to make it an AU but got lazy + writer block

Being a florist in a small town wasn't too bad,you had daily customer and you didn't have to fear for any competition since there wasn't any store right in front of you

Expect for the supermarket and the gas station,so why the fuck did the owner of the tattoo shop decided to open right infront of you huh?

Like out of any store that it could open in front of it decided to open in front of yours,but you weren't going to make any fuss about it

It's not like that shop is going to take your daily customers right?

…

….

….. right

Your daily customers would come into your store with a brand new tattoo,it wasn't bad but still,you had to know who was being this genius idea to open in front of your store

So one day you decide to go head and actually meet the brains behind this idea,you leave your flower shop and head towards his,it was like 1 second away from yours

You open the door to ear the little jiggle announcing that you were coming in,soft RnB in the background welcoming you in a tall blonde guy,he was probably the cashier of this place,he looks up just to give you the brightest smile ever

"Heya! I'm Paimon. Can I help you with anything?" — his name was Paimon,you looked at him amazed as if you saw an angel,but you had to focus! You had to ask the real questions and also introduce yourself

Since you were too polite for your own good

"Hi..erm,I'm [Name] I work at the flower shop just right in front of you! I just came to see my front neighbor aha" — you gave him such an awkward laugh that he just chuckled softly and reached to shake your hand,to make it less awkward

But after that day,you never and I mean EVER walked into that store again,no not even for the cute cashier guy.

It was Friday,an afternoon,you were fixing a bouquet of tulips with a mix of red roses when you heard the front door of the shop open,you place the bouquet gently down on the table

You go ahead to greet the customer that came in,just to see this tall man,black long curly hair with snake bites.

And those dark eyes that pierced into your soul,there was something about his eyes that drew you in..but for God sake say hi to the customer!

"Oh hello! I'm [Name] how can I help you?" — you ask, trying to focus on him and not how he looked,he was hot but you really had to concentrate [Name]

"I was wondering what's the best flower for my shop" — the stranger with a deep and husky voice said,you were curious you weren't going to lie

"Oh where do you work?" — you asked so that you could give him a great advice

"Oh just the tattoo shop right in front of this store" — you stop your tracks,did he just mention that tattoo shop? The one that was actively taking your daily customers that you didn't even see them daily

"Wait,you own that shop?" — you ask sending him a glare,so he was the one that was making your business go slow lately

He smirks at you and doesn't say anything

"You own that shop don't you?"

"What if I do sweetheart"

Your mouth is wide open at the little name he gave you, 'sweetheart' the hot stranger was your shop rival

Holy fucking shit,there's no way in hell that this hot guy was now your rival

Well..if he was your rival now,why not know him first?

"Well since you will be my rival, I'm [Name]"

"Astaroth,pleased to meet you bunny."

HE DID IT AGAIN! Okay but now he had to do it on purpose from how big his shit eating grin was

You glance at the new nickname,

"Bunny really?"

"Really"

Ugh,he was so frustrating but so so sexy,he gave wave you a goodbye before leaving

This was the beginning of a new rivalry

So if you hated him so much,why the hell are you bent over his desk,

You swore you saw the motherfucking stars from how rough he was fucking you from behind, your ass had his hand prints on them that's how rough the sex was with him

"Ah..ahh!! I fuc- ooh..I hate you so much" you moaned biting your bottom lip afraid that you would say something that would betray you forever

"Hmm? Doll you can't just lie to my face when you are taking me so well.." he teased taking a fistful of your hair,so that he could look at your fucked expression

"Beside..you can't say that you hate me when you look like my perfect slut.." he whispered in your ear kissing the earlobe

He was right though,the way you clenched down on him as if you were scared and afraid that he would leave

"Ugh..I hate you" your word slurred making him chuckle deeply

"Hmm..you gotta show it better than this" he mocked and twitched inside of you meaning that he was close his pace becoming more fast and harder than before

He bit your neck sucking on it to leave a hickey on it

You both were so close to cumming that you just didn't even tell him that you came on his cock

Just for him to also cum inside of you,he pulled out slapping his tip against your sensitive wet pussy

But if you thought that this was over,nonono,this was round one baby

"Kneel." His tone demanding,the claim that you so 'oh I hate him so much I just wanna slap him' flew out of the window literally.

You kneeled down and watched him as he sat down on the chair,his cock still hard as ever

"Go on,don't be shy and suck it" He said with such a tone..that would make any good girl make their panties drenched

And you did as you were told,you started to first jerk him off,that size would never EVER fit in your mouth

You spit on it, making sloppy sounds, kissing the tip before lowering your head on it bopping on it slowly your tongue slurping and licking it clean

"You look like a mess..look at your face, mascara and lipstick smudged" he let out a breathy chuckle throwing his head back from the pleasure

The more you sucked him off the more he was losing his self control,he grabbed your hair getting up from that chair that probably got fling somewhere around the round

One hand on the desk the other with a fistful of your hair face fucking you, making his cock hit the back of your head,pubes in your nostrils

Your eyes rolled back into your skull,just how much did he want to fuck you dumb huh?

"Maybe this will shut you up from your snarky comments" He grunts not giving you a time to breath, basically he was using you like a Fleshlight

"Am I fucking my bunny dumb?" He groaned and smirked chuckling again, muttering a 'fuck I'm close' but you were to fucked out to even hear that

He finally came down your throat, making you swallow every single drop his hot cum,he pulled out a wet pop from your lips,his cock resting on your face while you were taking back some energy

"Maybe I fucked you a little bit too *dumb*" He said laughing softly at your state

After that,he took you on a nice little coffee date and spoiled you rotten,I mean to the core, massaging you and even caring you in his arms since your legs weren't working after that,but it was worth it to get spoiled with the best of aftercare with Astaroth

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

Paint the Night Sky

Paint the Night Sky

Bang Chan x member!reader (more like the love he gives all his members)

Idea: Based off of this: https://youtube.com/shorts/zQg00zBAK30?feature=share 

Member!reader and maybe felix takes bang chan shopping and gets him some colorful clothes and stay asks who designed it and he's cute about saying it was her 

Requested: Nope. 

Author’s Note:  I know no one asked for anything Stray Kids related, but I wanted to do something short for Bang Chan’s birthday!  (me face palming and picking this up a year later the day after his birthday, but on my birthday) I am working on some other ideas, including a pt 2 to Late Night Talking, a couple Spencer Reids, and Bucky Barnes one but I am trying to make those longer and more like an episode, so they’re taking a bit longer to write.  Also, if anyone is a STAY and wants to talk Stray Kids, message me because I would like some STAY friends pls.  Last thing, I couldn’t tell you what their dorm looks like now, so just imagine that they still all live together. I also couldn’t find Chan in a pink hoodie, but I feel like the pink dolfin one would be a hoodie he’d like.  The title also sucks. lol.

Requests are still open.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new. If you want to only be tagged when I upload something for a certain character or shows, let me know as well.  

Warning: None, just general fluff.

Word Count: 570

You walked into the dorm with Lee Know after a bit of personal dance practice.  It’s nice to practice with everyone, but it’s also nice to do some one-on-one practice to really help with your improvement.  And who better than Lee Know to guide you.

“Do you want to help me make some food?”  Lee Know asks you as he heads toward the kitchen.

“Yeah.  I’ll put on something for us to listen to in the background.”  You pull out your phone and see that the recent episode of two kids in a room came out, so you put that on as the background noise.  

You start by cutting the cabbage to put in the tteokbokki.  While Lee Know searched the freezer for something to fry.  You both continue to make food for the boys as the episode plays in the background.  There’s one particular bit of audio that catches your attention though.  

Chan: "I need someone to go together. I can't shop at all."

Felix: “You Always Buy Black Clothes. You look like a Reaper.”

This got you thinking and you had to ask Lee Know to be sure.  “Lee Know-hung?”

“Hmm”

“Does Channie-hung wear anything colorful?”

It took a second of silence for Lee Know to come up with an answer.  

“I don’t keep track of what he wears.”  That was the most Lee Know answer he could come up with.  “But if he does, then usually the stylist put him in it.”

“Yeah, he wears a lot of black.” That got you thinking and your mind set on what to do tomorrow.

You two continued preparing food as the rest of the boys came in from doing their various activities throughout the day.  When you saw Chan come into the kitchen, you enact your plan. 

“Channie-hung, you doing anything tomorrow?” 

“I was going to be in the studio then do Channie’s room, but I got nothing planned for the morning.”

“Good we’re going shopping.”  

“Ok.”  No an argument or anything, but Channie would honestly do anything for us.  

“Be ready to leave at 8.”

*Time skip to next morning*

You and Channie head down to the shopping district in Seoul.  Could you have done this online? Yes. But it’s like Christmas shopping.  It’s better when you get out there and get the full experience.  

You had to pull Chan away from anything black and white because he has a million of those already.  You had to do that more times than you can count.  You ended up going with a baby pink hoodie and baby blue shirts just to ease him into color more.  

“You sure you like…” Before you could even finish, you were captured in one of Chan’s hugs.  One of the ones that is fruitless to attempt to escape.  

“It’s cute! I love it Y/N.” 

Chan wore that hoodie all the way back to the dorms.  You parted ways when Chan went to the studios and you went up to the dorms.  A few minutes later, you see the notification of Chan doing Chan’s Room for Stay.  

Transcript from the live.

“Hi Stay. Hi. Hellooooooooooo.  Welcome to Channie’s Room.”  

“Chan you look so lovely. No, Stays look more lovely.  Chan you look so cute.  Yeah, um… Y/N picked the sweater because I’m told I need more colorful clothes *stands up so Stay can see his sweater* it has dolphins on it. I like it.”   

[inchidentally]

'what if the competition between Lando and Oscar turns bad?' between my landoscar post and comments on other SM content it made me want to get weird in notepad again

I'm tagging @481boxboxbaby and @twinkodium who've asked but I'm sorry if someone's asked to be tagged and I missed it! also tagging @huntscunt who's tags put this idea in my little head

(caveat that I'm a casual fan who happens to have been around F1 fans all my life so this is just my not remotely official perspective lol)

just to state I think it's a given that we're all so excited for McLaren's future with these two is that Lando and Oscar feel like generational talents. and they're also very different as drivers and every race is exciting to watch even just for them. also the fact that Oscar was the jolt of competition that Lando needed.

and honestly I'd be more worried about their future harmony if they hadn't already had so many highly competitive and charged moments in their first season together:

Oscar came in at a surprisingly even level with Lando apart from the obvious difference in experience. he's taken risks that have on balance landed decently on the side of ballsy/respectable vs total failure and the time spent as reserve driver hadn't deteriorated any of his ability. so it was fair to worry for a while if Lando would take the competition as motivation or frustration esp after the disparity between him and DR in 2022.

I really liked the sort of respectful if tentative camaraderie Oscar and Lando showed each other when the car was an absolute tractor. but I liked it even more the fact that the turnaround at McLaren by Silverstone saw them both still in such a good place while being very competitive. that was I think the start of us seeing that Oscar wanted to prove himself a real team player and good teammate by starting the habit of showing up consistently for Lando's podiums/qualis.

the pit lane ding-dong in Monza was definitely the biggest test they've had - and that a lot of teammates will ever have - and the whole thing was handled really well all around. Andrea did the right thing of being big bad boss and Lando was quick to say that it was prob down to misjudgement (which is what I always thought) and that they still respect each other the same. I wasn't as active then so I can't remember if Oscar was asked for a response but I do remember my friends/family telling me that it was impressive how that didn't cause any major damage between the drivers since that's a pretty major incident to happen so early in a new partnership.

side note here to say that the ppl around me who've been watching F1 since the 90s overall feel like the hothead in-fighting with teammates seems to be fading/getting less intense with the younger generations. maybe it's because alpha male mentality seems cringe to gen z or because awareness of mental health is way more prevalent. Gasly and Ocon are relatively young drivers but even there the situation is pretty rare and because of hanging onto childhood grudges. I don't get the impression that any of the people around me feel like the Norris/Piastri partnership is likely to blow up or generate bitterness just because they're competing so closely ??

it's fair to say that Oscar has seemed genuinely happy to acknowledge that Lando is the McLaren brand representative and the established fan favorite within the sport as well as the team's fanbase. he's extremely mature for his years and incredibly well-balanced in terms of ambition. he's almost tailor made as a perfect compliment to Lando. EDITED TO ADD: see Oscar's almost lifelong friendship with Logan Sargeant as an example of Oscar having duked it out on track with someone for years while remaining close friends the whole time. and this was Oscar interrupting his own victory radio message to say how awfully he felt for Logan crashing out early. and that this is what Oscar felt about his and Lando's partnership toward the end of the season.

EDITED TO ADD:

Silverstone is a perfect encapsulation of how Lando has felt about Oscar from the very start and this was so beautiful to say.

Lando has measured himself by Lewis Hamilton-level goals since karting. Oscar wants to qualify well and win races. Lando was brought into F1 extremely young coming off of huge expectations and has placed enormous pressure on himself since as early as his second year in F1. Oscar has taken a business-like approach to his career since he was 14 and his calm sense of focus and determination comes from focusing on the race ahead and not letting much else in.

Lando's emotions being driven by his superstar destiny/status and Oscar's ability to have calm perspective even during a race is as solid a foundation as you can get in an F1 partnership honestly. they'll absolutely have the same conflicts that all teammates do and the media and DTS will explode those out of all proportion (both of which I ignore anyway). but I really can't see Oscar suddenly flying off the handle or holding grudges and I can't see Lando becoming a driver who suddenly wants to sustain a bad relationship with his teammate after all these years. Oscar is very clearly not the type to develop a crazy ego and Lando genuinely has more of an insane high self-expectation complex than that big of an ego.

even setting aside the parasocial widely felt agreement that they seem to genuinely like and respect each other, neither of them are alpha types and they're not both superstars jostling for publicity and they didn't come up together with a ton of existing history. idk it's just not on the F1 cards that they become icy or resentful.

so while I know no one can see the future and they're both relatively young and could change I don't really feel apprehensive?? and it's way too early to know if either of them will split from McLaren or when. especially if the car stays competitive with RB and Merc then it's the best place for both of them for the foreseeable (and prob most likely since competitive openings elsewhere look to be scant for the next 5ish? years but pls correct me if that's wrong!).

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side side side note: I personally would not want to see Lando at RB. I know he's itching to try that car but unless RB and Max change drastically before then, Lando would positively shrivel up there. he's a superstar and he needs to be someplace he can be a superstar. it's also why I'm glad Carlos and Daniel moved along bc that's why those friendships are still so strong. we saw what had begun to happen when Lando was eclipsing Daniel and I don't even want to think about Carlos and his family if Carlos was teammates with a dominant Lando.

[gardenerian]

new to this amazing fandom and imposter syndrome is raging thru me. any advice on how to take the plunge and create? or do you think all the well known creators here are already established?

what makes a fic great and a 'classic? regular updates? being active on socials? i posted once and was basically ignored so im scared now and in my head.

sorry for all the questions

× imposter anon

hey there 💓 welcome to the fandom! this is a brilliant, silly, LOVING place, and i am so glad you're here! i'm sorry you're feeling a bit unsure, ty for coming to chat with me 🫂✨

first, i'll say that NO, i don't think there's a cap on creators here. what i love about this fandom is that it's constantly growing and evolving - almost like it's breathing? there are new people who have just binged the show, fans who are reconnecting, and goobers like me who will never let go 😇 no matter what, we are here to gobble up words and art and thoughts and FRIENDSHIP!

honestly, i think the trick for me was connecting. i joined shameless tumblr in 2019 and screamed into the absolute VOID before i started interacting with others. once i started reaching out and talking with others, it was easier for me to share my writing or find the encouragement to start making gifs. there is a BIG focus on community here, and i find that people are so eager and generous with their energy. we WANT to cheer you on and champion your work! we WANT to beta and read and give advice/tips/love.

so i would say not to be shy (easier said than done, i know!), and to share your beautiful self! a lot of users have tracked tags, which is a good way to share and connect. i track #gardenermel (sometimes i am bad at looking, but i'll always get there!), and i'd love to see what you've been up to. and there are many others who love to see creations this way! if you feel comfortable, you can reach out via asks and strike up conversations! all of my friendships here started this way.

there are plenty of ways to get started! fandom events are especially useful for trying things out. depending on what you'd like to create, you could check out @galladrabbles @gallacrafts @gallavichmeta @shamelesscreatorsnetwork @gallavichprompts... there's a yearly @spicygallavichcollab and all kinds of events hosted by @gallavichthings. honestly, the list goes on! these are excellent resources for sharing creations, and a great way to meet members of the fandom.

there's also a host of discord groups associated with some of these initiatives! check out the blogs for links. plus, the big ol' gallabitches server (18+). you'll find a lot of us there, and it's a lovely space to chat about your creations (and everything else!).

as for fic classics, i think that depends on who you ask! there are certainly some fandom staples, but what's great about this space is the WIDE range of interests and ideas. people have put these guys in every single situation, and we continue to be fucking psyched about it. as long as ian, mickey, and the whole damn gang feel true to themselves, i am (generally) fucking here for it. i don't post regularly AT ALL, but i still find that people are so lovely when i do. there's no race to be won here, fandom is about ENJOYING yourself. so i say: please keep trying! drop me a link! i don't catch everything and i WANT to see what yall are doing!

i hope this helps, even in some small way. i know coming into a new fandom can seem daunting, but we're all here for the love of it, and it's so fantastic to keep sharing it! 🍅

anyone else have thoughts? i love you!

[theearlgreymage]

It is yet another Six Sentence Sunday, and I have only two more Sunday's until break. The freedom is close. I can taste it.

Thankfully, these last two weeks should be a breeze and I can get back in a more regular groove with writing.

Maybe.

Here's hoping at least.

Hello to the wonderful @artsyunderstudy @nausikaaa @aristocratic-otter @confused-bi-queer @rimeswithpurple and @ic3-que3n for tagging me despite my lack of posting lately. You are all amazing <3

Despite my quietness, I have been tapping away at a couple of different projects. So, enjoy six series of six sentences --

COBB Project #1

She’s been making these excursions on her own every few months. Claiming them to be for her research, but I followed her last time. I saw the supplies she took, and didn’t bring back with her. We were outside Bristol when I lost track of her. Somehow she managed to lose all her supplies and beat me back to Watford.  There’s no way she managed that on her own.  But until she’s willing to admit the truth to me, I’m on my own with finding Simon.

COBB Project #2

Coward.  It’s the last word I’ll hear from him for a while as I step into the warm sunshine. While he can technically reach me beyond the Underworld, it is a lot harder for him to do. From what I can tell, it’s not worth the effort.  Not caring whether the chlamys around my shoulder gets dirty, I collapse onto my back into the grass. Letting the sun warm my chilled skin. 

A Gift for Someone

Nothing to see here. I wonder how many other students at Watford have used this spell for elicit sexual acts. How many students have had their trousers pulled down in the middle of the Great Lawn with none of us being the wiser? Of course, this isn't the Great Lawn - it's the back table in Astronomy that I'm crouched beneath. And it's not just any student who's trousers I'm pulling down eagerly. They're Simon Snow's trousers.

Another Gift for Someone

The snap of leather against leather sends a chill down my spine. I do my best to conceal it. The click of heeled boots on the wooden floor let me know that he's walking towards me, and still I fight the urge to shiver in anticipation. But when I feel the soft brush of the collar and warm press of fingers on my throat, I can't help but shudder. "Are you going to be good for me tonight?"

Something I'm working on in secret that may or may not see the light of day

Even if I’d come to accept myself more - feel more comfortable as my own individual person - I was still hung-up on the idea of having children that weren’t mine. It became an even bigger issue after Simon admitted to wanting a child. My mind became full of the impossible; of a small child with golden skin, freckles, dark hair, curls, and light colored eyes.  We thought it impossible, and set the topic off to the side. There were plenty of other things for us to worry over. My graduation and the wedding being the top two items on the list.

Chapter 4 of Infinity in Your Chest Pocket

This time, when I spot the movement out of the bedroom window I don't hesitate to leave the room. Fuck these wraiths. I'm not spending another night alone in a room with them. Baz can complain about me following him into the woods all he wants. It's not like he's doing anything all that secretive. We both know that I know that he's a vampire - one that has apparently never tasted human blood.

Tags and Hello's to Everyone under the Cut. Please know that I am eternally excited over everyone's projects and cannot get enough of the talent you all have. Also, I officially made a gosh darn spreadsheet to keep track of people for tagging!

@aroace-genderfluid-sheep @bazzybelle @bookish-bogwitch @buffy @captain-aralias @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cutestkilla @ebbpettier @erzbethluna @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @foolofabookwyrm-activated @gekkoinapeartree @henreyettah @hushed-chorus @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ileadacharmedlife @ionlydrinkhotwater @j-nipper-95 @johnwgrey @krisrix @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @moodandmist @mostlymaudlin @onepintobean @palimpsessed @prettylightsbigcity @raenestee @shrekgogurt @skeedelvee @stardustasincocaine @stitchyqueer @tea-brigade @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @upuntil6am @wellbelesbian @whogaveyoupermission @yellobb @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

[vera-vera-vera-lynn]

𖤓 INTRODUCTION

Hello, and welcome to my blog! The name I use online is Esther, although I also go by Leigh or Vera. My main tag is Leigh's shenanigans ⟡.

I actually used to run a shifting account (my-reality-my-rules), but I'm not active on it anymore. This is an entirely new account—dedicated solely to writing (art as well, if ever). I haven't gotten around to updating my main over a year now due to a lot of personal reasons, but I felt confident enough to start again on Tumblr. So, here I am.

This blog is for the stuff I've written, original and otherwise. It's actually directly related to my old main, if anything, because some of the content I use in my fics were things I've mentioned in the past on that account. Feel free to browse through it if you so wish, although it's unlikely that I'll revisit it (and the sideblogs) at this point.

I intend to use this blog as a means to track my fics, and at the same time share them with people. Here's the masterlist. It's still quite short at the moment, what with most of what I've written being longfics and poetry, but that's another reason why I set up this new account. I was hoping to make more use of my ability to write, and pen things that aren't just the ones I've already made.

𖤓 LINKS

You can find me on AO3 and on FF.Net.

And if you enjoy what I create, consider dropping by at Ko-Fi!

𖤓 WHAT I WRITE

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๋࣭⭑ FANFICTION || ORIGINAL STORIES

Before anything else, and certainly before anyone ever calls me out for it again; I love writing in purple prose. That's not to say that I try to make everything I do about it—but I'm hung up about classic literature enough that I wanted to emulate the style of older authors as I write. That's just a heads-up for anyone who comes across my stuff, because God knows I've received many complaints about it. I don't mind the criticism, although the constant negativity got annoying for a bit.

Most of what I have are (admittedly) indulgent self-inserts. On that note, I mix my other passions (such as philosophy, which I'm majoring in) in with the fic(s) when need be. So long as I think themes can intersect, and it makes sense to me, I'll mishmash them together.

Also, I'm a huge fan of DD:DNE. No, I don't support those things in real life (duh)—but I absolutely love seeing it in fictional works. With that, I've taken to drafting my own pieces for it.

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๋࣭⭑ POETRY

This is where it all began! Shoutout to my tenth grade English and Literature teachers for truly pushing me to pursue this. I don't think I'd've started writing fanfiction or other original works if it wasn't for them encouraging me to start doing poetry.

I just go where my mind takes me, in this case. Sometimes, I write poetry for fandoms; and sometimes, I write about my own life. As it goes, though; I'm more active in writing prose than poetry, although my poems are still up online as well.

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๋࣭⭑ JOURNALLING

When I simply don't have the motivation or the right ideas to draft up anything creative, I just jot down my thoughts. I have several journals here at home, although not all of what I've written made it in my fics or poetry (or otherwise). I plan to post a silly little compilation of them, though. Someday.

𖤓 REQUESTS

Feel free to drop an ask, a submission, or a DM.

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๋࣭⭑ GUIDELINES

GENERAL INFORMATION: I'm willing to write fluff, smut, angst, and DD:DNE. I'm mostly versed in the latter two (lol childhood trauma for the win), but I think I can at least whip up a decent one-shot or so for the former two categories.

ON REQUESTS: I'm down to write anything, so long as I know I can do it. No limits for me. You can drop in the vilest little details in an ask, and I won't even blink. That being said, at least specify if it's going to be NSFW so I can tag it properly. If you're still unsure on whether or not I'll be willing or confident to write what you want, send me a DM, and we can hash it out ((:

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๋࣭⭑ FANDOMS

As of 2024, the most popular ones I'm indulging in include: Ace Attorney, Death Note, Harry Potter, Naruto, and Resident Evil (note: I've only gotten into RE fairly recently, so I might not take requests for this one as much as the others).

I like classic literature too, though I'm only writing for one old fandom at the moment. My main fixations include: José Rizal's Noli Me Tángere and El Filibusterismo, Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita, and Miguel de Cervantes' Don Quixote.

Although not often, I also enjoy consuming and doing a bit of RPF (which circles Historical Fiction, but I'm not too versed in it); and I mostly use this one to feed my delulu fantasies of Tom Hughes, Cillian Murphy, and Christian Bale. I've taken to classic rock bands too—mostly Metallica, Megadeth, and Guns N' Roses, though.

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๋࣭⭑ TECHNICALITIES

POV: Second Person (especially for poetic flair) or Third Person (especially for canon characters). Unfortunately, I'm not as comfortable writing in the First Person perspective (unless it's something to do with poetry and/or journalling, or if it's truly necessary for the storytelling itself).

POSTING SCHEDULE: It usually takes me at least one week to finish 5k words. Depending on the number of requests I get, the queue might get slogged-up. Regardless, I hope to at least meet a quota of 5-10 per month. The worst case is if I take several months to finish—which is improbable, but not impossible.

OTHER NOTES: Just because you sent in a request, it doesn't necessarily mean that I'll be able to get to working on it in time—or that I'll immediately take to the effort of doing it. Putting in an ask/submission doesn't immediately mean I'll do it. That being said; I'll still do my best to work on anything dropped into my inbox ((:

[longeyelashedtragedy]

tag ppl you want to know better game - tagged by @heffer-wen many many days ago! (i had so much fun reading your answers!)

last song: "shrike" by hozier. i liked this song fine when the album first came out, but 5 years later all of a sudden it's everything my brain needs to hear. something about how his voice sounds when it gets Loud--it's just filling all the spaces that are empty and expanding my lungs and i can breathe. yknow?

currently watching: nothing, sincerely. i've got a pandemic era frank interview queued up, but that requires actually staring at a video and paying attention, and i'm not very good at that. i mean i guess i've poked around a couple old youtube videos that are too incriminating to discuss. but!

in seriousness...i'm trash at watching anything most of the time. tv/movies were on a near-total ban in my house as a kid and i think i'm a product of this parenting choice (recommend!)

three ships: frank x mason, big gabi x willo, XHAKARTETA. hard to pick a favorite frank ship though...that could go in a lot of directions.

favorite color: Heff did i see hot pink and black? YES! my favorite colors are pink and black. runners-up: red and purple, though some reds and purples are better than others.

first ship: gosh...honestly, i think it was McLennon, hahah. that was the first ship i realized was a ship, though, because my friend introduced me to ff.n via that ship the summer after 8th grade. before that, i was informally shipping katarina witt with a whole bunch of people myself included. but yes, John & Paul. i didn't really have headcanons or anything though, i just read some stuff. the first ship where i was like I SHIP IT and went to read fanfic on LJ for it was *sigh* bellatrix/narcissa from harry potter. say what we will about JKR now, and i'm sure we all have, but some of the fanfic on livejournal went HARD. as a mere teenager, i was in awe of the adults writing all this stuff, and felt so privileged to lurk amongst them and occasionally comment. Would that fandoms were still like this!!!

place of birth: new york, ny in a hospital that's about to close. i was six days late because i was destined to be a sag and not a scorpio. i knew even then!

current location: just across the river and a little bit southeast.

relationship status: hardcore in my aromantic era. i used to be obsessed with love and having a special person and all that, but i don't know...the idea of having to have someone up in my business, entitled to knowledge about me, sharing a space with me all the time...it all just feels like a big NO these days. it actively makes my skin feel crawly. of course, life is designed for you to have a partner which is pretty frustrating. sincerely i'd rather just have a bunch of loving and interesting friends who all live near me. now, am i down for a hookup? sure, but the only part of me worth seeing is my head, so we move!

last movie: "encounter in the air," it's a movie directed by this albanian director whose stuff i love. he doesn't use music in his films, and films on location in/near his hometown in northern albania, and the...soundscape? is so rich and bountiful and gorgeous. you don't realize how noisy movies are till you watch one of these. (this was one of the very rare times when i watch something)

currently working on: reading my way through my library book pile, decluttering my leggings shelf, thinking of how i want to structure a potential fic about a ~75 year-old man having a drunk fuck with his son's wife (with motivations currently unknown to me--and what tone it should have? not my usual pedestrian tone, but how to do it differently? i do have some interesting sentences written down in the draft. i like the sight and then the memory of wet footprints on the hallway floor & mud from the football pitch and carelessly worn boots tracked through the house). also how i'd write some frank/anthony gordon england NT callup dubcon phone sex. now that was a whole serving of word salad. shit, imagine if i was writing TAA/szoboszlai or pedri/gavi.

tagging: @thatbrightblueshine @kvaradonaa @protect-daniel-james @medicalwastebouquet @thundercrack (answer on whichever of your blogs hahaha) and i KNOW i'm leaving people out so...YOU. if you want!!!! no pressure at all.

[booksandabeer]

8 Shows To Know Me

Thank you to the lovely Em @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place for tagging me! I love doing these, although I sometimes tend to get a little lost because how can I pick only eight? There are so many! Ok, I'm forcing myself not to overthink this, so here we go:

My So-Called Life

God how I loved this show as a teenager. I was a bit too young for it when it first aired, but once I discovered it a few years after it was cancelled (this is really an all-time top contender in the 'tragically cancelled too soon' category), I watched it over and over again. When I was 13, my entire wardrobe was modelled after Rayanne Graff--hair, clothes, everything. I even carried lollipops around with me! I wanted to be her so bad. I also very obviously--though not to me at the time--had a giant crush on her. Oh well.

ER

I put this here because ER was the first TV show that I can remember actively following week after week. I haven't seen an episode of it in years, so I have no idea if it holds up, but it was such a staple of my tv diet for more than a decade (15 seasons!) that I can't not mention it here.

Severance

Probably my favorite (new) show of last year. As someone who spent years working an office job, slowly climbed up the corporate ladder, and then one day blinked and said "fuck this shit, I'm going back to university!", this show spoke to my soul. The way it examines the absurd and often dehumanizing elements of "workplace culture" and all the hierarchical and interpersonal bullshit attached to it in such a smart & funny way made me swoon with admiration. Also, this could've gotten in on aesthetics alone because the production design on this show is fucking fantastic.

Wynonna Earp

I love this show but it really serves as a stand-in here for a whole bunch of slightly pulpy, slightly campy, queer genre shows that often have a bigger heart than budget, of which I have watched many with GREAT enthusiasm (see also: IWtV, Shadow & Bone, the first season of Sleepy Hollow, etc.) It also gives me an excuse to use this gif of Melanie Scrofano wielding a sword.

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Listen. I'm not saying this is a good show. But have I watched it? Multiple times even? Yes. I have. I mean, Bucky fucking Barnes is in it, and I happen to have no self-control and a huge capacity for torturing myself when it comes to this character. The brief here was not to list 'The Best' shows, but the ones that say something about me. And well, it would be ridiculous to pretend that the MCU--for better or worse--has not made up a huge part of my media consumption over the past 15 years.

Band of Brothers

I have lost track of how many times I have watched these 10 episodes in my life. Other people do a yearly rewatch of The Lord of the Rings, I do one of BoB. I realize that's a little weird maybe, but the hold these characters still have on me after all these years is insane. No one will ever break my heart like Eugene Roe in the "Bastogne" episode. Also, this is a great example of how I tend to hyperfixate on topics that I had no previous interest in once I see a movie or a TV show about them that I really like. I've read so many books about D-Day. *shakes head* (see also: The Terror, Chernobyl, The Serpent)

The Last of Us

*points to pfp* You didn't think this wasn't going to be on here, did you? Of course it is! I LOVE the game this is based on with all my heart. I've spent countless hours playing it. I even wrote a paper about it! I was so, so nervous about the adaptation, but it turned out to be better than I ever dared to hope.

BoJack Horseman

I'm not really into cartoons. I'm not really into half-hour comedies. I would have never watched this show if a friend hadn't quite literally sat on me one day, and forced me to at least watch one episode. And you know what? It's really funny! It's also one of the smartest shows about existential loneliness and depression I've ever seen. It's at times almost unbearably painful to watch. And it stars a cartoon horse voiced by Will Arnett. Who would've thought? Not me!

No-pressure tagging: @somanywords, @tessabennet, @village-skeptic, @burninblood, @maplefiasco, @aimmyarrowshigh

[thebreakfastgenie]

Unfortunately with the format of these asks I cannot link any sources, although I feel like you want me to find a Mike Farrell quote saying "queer people thought my outfits looked gay" which ofc doesnt exist. You said yourself though, he received a lot of letters from gay fans who recognised something in BJ and has spoken a lot about that. Also like I said, a lot of the 'evidence' is anecdotal which I doubt you will accept - which is fair enough. I'm not sure what you mean by the point about the 1950s mostly because generally MASH stuck with 70s/80s styling, and we are discussing how his image was received at the time it aired. For clarification though, my main issue was the implication I saw in your tags that his clothes were only from the red party and that he just kept them around for ease, which you explained as not how you think of it so that's good. I think the way BJ dresses was extremely purposeful, all about small acts of rebellion, and I think it is absolutely key to understanding his character and the development of his character over the course of the series, so the idea that he didnt actively make a choice to do that (either within or outside of the conceit of the show) felt very wrong. I too dislike the 'gay little fits' thing, even though I understand that most people ARE hyperbolically joking and I personally believe he could be (and was) read as queer to people at the time regardless. Anyway, thanks for answering. Have a nice day!

I wasn’t asking for a source as a gotcha, I was genuinely interested in anything you might have had. I’m interested in interviews in general and with this topic in particular, I’ve seen secondhand and thirdhand references to people back in the 70s and 80s picking up queer vibes from Hawkeye, but I’ve never actually found a direct source for that, either, and one of my hobbies is tracking down the sources on this stuff. I would take a member of the cast saying “I’ve had these interactions” or an older fan saying “this is how I reacted back then,” but not someone who wasn’t watching back then saying “well I’ve heard…” if that makes sense.

The only time I’ve actually seen Mike talk about gay people specifically in relation to MASH was in the mashcast interview, when he said he’d heard from gay men after GFA about how much it meant to them to see straight men be openly affectionate with each other. If you have anything else on this topic, I’m genuinely interested in it! Tumblr does allow anonymous submissions last I checked so if you do have something you can probably share it.

I’m on mobile, so I’ll edit this later to link the posts, but I’ve made posts both about BJ’s outfits being intentional and how significant that is to his character development. I think Hawkeye’s outfits are genuinely apathetic for the most part (although wearing a robe over an entire set of fatigues is something you have to do for a reason imo) while BJ’s are much more intentionally crafted as an anti-authority statement. I was just kinda joking around because BJ’s red party clothes literally do remind me of my dad still wearing the clothes he painted the house in twenty years ago. I was also kinda going with the headcanon that BJ dyed the pink Henley at the same time and just didn’t use it. The suspenders he obviously picked up later. BJ dressing like a suburban dad is in my kind very compatible with his wardrobe choices being an anti-authoritarian statement. BJ sees himself as a temporarily misassigned civilian. He makes it very clear that he thinks he should be at home raising his daughter, not in the army. “I’m a father, not a soldier,” is an anti-authority statement. It’s not the only statement he makes but I think it’s one of them.

Have a nice day!

[marythegizka]

7 snippets, 7 people

Tagged by @mxanigel, thank you!! 😊

I'll tag (as always, only if you want to take part): @illusivesoul, @deedeemactir, @dairine-bonnet, @ambiguousrubbish, @lady-carys, @hinterlost, @bearika

I'm only actively writing my Tavalyn/Astarion one-shot series at the moment, so I'll mix it up with some already posted stuff so that I can also include some Dragon Age, Mass Effect and KotOR

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From "Rainbow" / BG3 one-shot (not posted)

A rainbow. That was Sebastian's favourite sight. At least, that's what he told Astarion as the last drink finished lowering his defenses, laughing shyly at his own mushiness. Surely, he was being childish, getting emotional about such things in the company a near-stranger, to which Astarion, careful not to break eye-contact, answered there was nothing childish about admiring beautiful things in whichever form they came, and that, if he was a stranger now, he hopefully wouldn't remain one. "Do you... like rainbows?" the young man stammered, and Astarion very nearly laughed at how ridiculous the whole thing was - mawkish, clumsy, and possibly the worst attempt at flirtation he'd witnessed in over a decade, but, as he begrudgingly admitted to himself, endearing. Endearing people were the worst. The ones he tried to forget, but who lingered anyway. Days. Weeks. Centuries. Punishment for the crime of being 'picky'.

But all of that is over now, and Astarion pushes the thought aside - tries to, at least, when his eyes land on Tavalyn and the little smile tugging at her lips as she takes in the sight, translucent ribbons of light dipping into the harbour below. Hells.

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From "baby_alistair_draft_fic"/Dragon Age one-shot (One day I'll come up with a proper title and post it to AO3. One day.)

Loghain lifted the child to eye-level, as if to study him, and Alistair reached for a stray lock dangling past his ear. 

"No. Pulling is bad." 

 He lowered him to his chest, and the child scrunched up his nose in disappointment. Loghain began rocking slightly. 

"Why me?" 

Of course. Of course he had to ask that. 

"Because I'm asking you." Because you're all the family I have left, he almost said, then caught himself. "Because I'd rather Duncan not go alone. And guards talk. You? Not so much. You stonewall people for days, in fact. It's quite a skill. An endlessly frustrating skill." 

"You had it coming, Maric." The child began babbling again, and Loghain nodded at him. "Yes, he really did." 

Maric snorted. 

"Maybe." 

"And Aemon is kind, but he's still the wrong choice." 

"Are you volunteering?" 

He could see the muscles working in his friend's jaw in an unacknowledged struggle to bite back the harsh words he suspected were hovering there. Or he might have been considering the answer? It was always hard to tell. 

"No," he finally said. "I would be an idiot to."

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From "The Book" / BG3 one-shot (not posted)

"Excuse me?! The plan still needs working but the idea is excellent, thank you."

"I didn't say 'bad'. I said 'wrong'."

"Oh, darling, please. We're not even killing anyone."

"No, what I mean is, what if the book actually works?"

"The book? As in 'the one that kept asking me to murder you'? That's your idea of an upside? Because - in case you have forgotten why we're here in the first place - it very much isn't."

"Yes, but do you still have it?"

"Why, naturally! Though I don't suppose the spirits have learnt any manners in their time out."

"Good."

Astarion stops dead in his tracks.

"Good?"

"Yes, good. Because if it does work, you'll be able to sneak into any house you like. We just need a competent necromancer, and I think I know where to look."

Astarion lifts an index.

"Ah - I appreciate the enthusiasm, but Gale is not a competent necromancer, love. And if he is, he'd better have a good reason for hiding it this whole time."

"Oh, I wasn't going to say 'Gale' but that's a brilliant idea! We'll have to pick him up."

"Tavalyn, no..."

"Yes! He's in Neverwinter now as a... visiting scholar, I think? Whatever it's called. But I'm sure he'll be grateful for the chance to get out of the library!"

Astarion arches an eyebrow.

"Are we still talking about Gale?"

"Oh, come on. How many books do you lug around?"

"My books are useful. Or entertaining, at the very least."

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From "Sins of the Father" / DA:O x ME2 crossover

“My quarters,” she gestures for him to get inside. “‘Tis nothing… untoward, I promise you. I do not have the luxury of a so-called ‘immune system’, as you do. A minor side-effect of our respective failures.”

He clears his throat. ‘Our’. As if she hadn’t pointedly ignored all warnings to step out of the beast’s range just so she wouldn’t interrupt her casting. His mistakes are many, but her death isn’t one of them.

“I assure you the thought couldn’t be further from my mind.”

“Of course. You came here for answers, did you not?”

“I came here seeking justice for a member of my crew, but I will not deny that I am seeking answers, yes.”

“Hmm. A most elusive notion. ‘Justice’. Was it justice to her, I wonder?”

“Do not lecture me. Your ‘admiralty board’ was ready to cast her aside like a used rag, when all she has ever done is serve the fleet at the very peril of her life! Tali is the best engineer I have ever met and if you cannot see…”

“You’ve no idea what you’re talking about, do you?”

“No,” he admits. “But the fact remains. The burden of her father’s sins should not be hers to bear. In time, she will understand.”

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From "Long Live the King" / Dragon Age short fic

She laid a hand onto his shoulder.

“You need rest, dear.”

“Now look who’s talking.”

“Look. You said you made a promise to him.”    

“I did.”

“And you kept it.”

“By breaking another one.”

Yes, well. She was only trying to help. She fumbled in her pack and held up a large wineskin. Loghain arched an eyebrow.

“That is a terrible idea.”

She felt the corner of her mouth lift up.

“And when has that stopped you before?”

“Touché.”

He drank.

“Even so… what is done is done. And here I am wallowing like a… I don’t know what exactly.” He paused. “I should be delighted that he’s alive, I am delighted that he’s alive but…” he shook his head slowly. “Maker, Erin... He practically asked me to raise the boy. More than once, in fact. When Rowan died, Maric was a mess. He could hardly get out of bed. And Cailan… well. It’s ironic, now, come to think of it.” He took another sip and handed her the wineskin. “I taught him how to ride, how to shoot a bow. Had to stop him from standing on the horse while shooting the bow. Easier said than done. And then I let him die. Knowingly. Willingly. All because of a bad contingency plan and my belief that he was a fool. And I’d grown used to that. To the knowledge that I failed. But having to tell Maric… it’s not something I planned for.”

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From "Rescue"/Knights of the Old Republic one-shot:

“Revan. Revan, get up!”

It’s just a dream. Only a dream. What does it matter if she gets up or not?

“You’re not really here, are you?” she mutters.

“Whether I’m here or not is irrelevant. You have to escape.”

“Ha! You think I haven’t thought of that?”

And that’s when she notices: there is noise behind the door. Not the usual clanking of the droids that feed and watch her, but fighting. Blasters. And a lightsaber. He’s right. She’s got to escape. She waits for the door to open. It doesn’t. Perhaps he’s wrong, after all. Perhaps it’s just another dream. After some time, a blonde woman opens the door. A lightsaber is hanging from her belt.

“Who are you?”

The woman pulls a face.

“That bad, uh? I’m Meetra. Meetra Surik. I’m here to rescue you.”

“Rescue?”

The word feels foreign in her mouth. She never thought the Republic would send someone after her.

The woman extends a hand. She grabs it.

“Come on. We’ve got an emperor to kill."

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From "A Whole New World" / BG3 x Dragon Age Crossover (not posted, might never be)

"Gale Dekarios." The wizard interrupts him with a pointed look, extending the woman a hand. "I assure you it doesn't happen quite as often as my friend here likes to point out." 

Tavalyn clears her throat. 

"I don't think now is the best time to argue about -" 

"Darkspawn! Straight ahead!"  

Loghain charges headlong, bashing his shield onto the nearest beast's head before running another through. Ah. So that’s a ‘darkspawn’. Fascinating. Disgusting. All of the above. 

The woman unslings her staff, quickly followed by Gale and Tavalyn. Astarion dashes across the tunnel, ducking beneath an axe before slashing at the big one's hamstrings. The monster’s knees buckle. Next, go for the throat. Black ichor spouts from the wound and straight onto his chest. Oh well. He didn't like that doublet, anyway. 

"Careful with their blood!" Erin warns, unleashing a fire bolt. 

Not that he was tempted to begin with - the creatures do smell rather foul - but the warning is appreciated.

[allisonreader]

In writing that last post and all of my tags, now I want to continue to expand upon some of those thoughts and it might get into rambling on, but we'll see.

I definitely feel desperate for validation about my writing. But while saying that, I also don't want it to be all rainbows and butterflies "oh this is wonderful" it needs to have a little more substance than that. I want to hear what works and doesn't work, while not going into something overly negatively critical. A fine line to balance for sure.

I know personally that I'm more of a cheerleader type reader/hyper. Analysis of writing is not my thing. I will enjoy whatever it is for what it is unless something really takes me out of it. (Like reading a Titanic fic that supposedly takes place either still in the 1910's or 20's and Rose wearing a dress with a zipper before they were in common use. Or someone who clearly has no historical knowledge and thinking that they can use the term supermarket and iPod in the 30's and not realize that most people would have had ice boxes more than refrigerators at that point. I mean I know it's fic, but I personally couldn't finish either of those two stories.)

Anyways I lost the point I was making there.

Back to more my writing/comments. The thing is, I'm typically pretty lazy about commenting on stories myself. Most of the time when I'm reading I just want to read, unless something grabs me enough that I have to shout about it into the void or author. So I fully understand why people don't comment. Sometimes it just doesn't grab you enough to say anything about it. (Which is where I feel like most of my writing fits.) Or there's simply no energy to say anything about it and then even if you intend to say something later, you might forget about such. Sometimes it's just not to your taste so you feel like it's better to say nothing at all. (Which is still definitely better that telling someone that you should entirely rewrite what you have wrote because "it doesn't fit into canon and it should fit with canon", even when that wasn't your goal in the first place. {Clearly this still gets my goat, being told to rewrite my own story that I wasn't using outside influences to write from. Aka a book in relation to a movie that I've never read and will probably never read. And basing what I wrote just off of what is know from the movie for a speculative piece.} Still bothers me clearly. Don't tell people how to write their own stories when your ideas are not what the author intended. You didn't have to read if it wasn't meeting your expectations.)

But even with things like that, there's that desire to be told that you might be onto something. Especially when it is something that you put so much effort into. I do find it a bit easier to comment on something when I've built up a bit of a connection with someone. (So if you don't I suck at leaving comments on your writing, that just might be why. It just might be that I feel like we've conversed enough that I'm more comfortable about doing so.)

Well I had been thinking that I was jumping from one thought to the next without logic, but as I read through what I had written again, I realized that it is a little more on track than I had been thinking it had been while in the process of writing it. I do still feel like I have more to say, but I don't know if it will be any more concise than I have been above. Around and round in circles I go to try and ferret out what I actually mean or even want sometimes.

From that I will go into how as much as I deeply desire some sort of discussion about my writing, I feel weird/wrong to actively push for someone; anyone to give any sort of reaction to my writing. I mean I don't particularly care for how some people ask for reviews and comments on their fics. Those ones that sound kind of demanding or even desperately pleading make me personally less likely to write any sort of response. Even though I know why and where the sentiment is coming from. I've also had people try to barter with me, that for every comment I leave on their writing, they'd trade one on my own writing. I noped right out of that. I'd much rather someone leave a comment because they genuinely wanted to, than because they're bartering for their own stories to be commented on. So again I have a very complicated relationship with wanting comments on my own writing because of this.

It's different again if someone is looking to be a willing participant in giving a commentary and thoughts on writing too, but I definitely don't have as much experience with that. Though eventually one day I will look for people who are invested in doing a deeper dive into my writing, but I don't think I'm there yet.

[yesterdayiwrote]

Just in your post yesterday, it’s honestly very strange how some people interact with drivers on media. Like they are not your friend and they don’t know you, so the things you may say to your friends the drivers may not get. Like with George I see people asking him to post more often or post on social media and then when he does I’m looking at comments and I’m like Jesus christ (seen some pretty mean stuff about him and carmen)

I know it’s not actually him posting (he has a social media manager) but when you remember he doesn’t want to have social media really anymore comments like the ones yesterday really aren’t it. He’s never gonna want to run his socials ever again the way it is.

Okay, so firstly, I really don’t know where this idea that George doesn’t want social media has come from. The most recent interview he gave that was definitely not the comment he made, in fact he said he loved social media and thought it was a great tool, it was just a) misleading (which he confessed contributing to, but hasn’t done anything to change his habits on if we’re being reallly honest) and b) open to abuse which we all can see and the platforms have done nothing to combat.

I think commenting on social media is a fine art and I personally have stopped doing it anywhere near as much as I used to. I definitely understand the urge to post things in a jokey way but then when the other person reads it, are they going to know it’s a joke or are they not going to understand my humour? If I want to contribute a serious comment, are they even going to read it? And am I adding anything with just another empty platitude comment? It’s definitely one thing if we reblog a pic on here and tag it with ‘why is he wearing slippers and pyjamas outside?’ But him getting hundreds of notifications saying “Why are you dressed like that?!” Is going to hit different. I also think hundreds of notifications telling him his girlfriend is fit/pretty/hotter than him/well dressed are unnecessary, regardless of the gender of person sending it because why does everything always turn into a judgement on women’s looks? I think sometimes people feel like they have to comment something, and so if there’s nothing really comment worthy in the photo, then there is an increase in the kind of… dumb comments?

I think what people ultimately forget as well is that EVERY person in the public eye has social media as an exercise in marketing and branding. Criticising the strategies they use is not a criticism of the person. They or their social media managers will be explicitly interested in their followers, their likes and their engagement. These days, their sponsors will be actively tracking these things too. Who has the best social media will often decide which drivers you see in your ad campaigns or in magazine articles or photoshoots. Social media for blue ticks is no longer a cutesy scrapbook, it’s a business commitment, and I think there’s definitely people who commit to it wholeheartedly, and people who maybe still don’t use it to its full capacity, but I think it’s still imperative to remember there’s a person behind it all as well and for the public to interact responsibly.

I think it’s really interesting to see all the different strategies different drivers/their teams use on social media and I have my own opinions about who gets it right. @champagnepodiums covers it in-depth on her blog and she has some great discussions about it and also tracks how many followers each driver gains each week which is really interesting from a nerding out perspective!

[emma-d-klutz]

hi, anon here! thanks for answering my long long ask and with such a fun reply, too!

yeah the 'getting relegated to a sideshow informant with a quirk' thing is exactly why I think that making him too much of a usual ally rather than just an occasional one might take the bite out of the character too much - it's kind of the same with Harley, where imo if she's too much of an ally and good guy she just doesn't feel quite...'Harley' anymore? these characters are famous because they're villains so taking away from that too much and making them too 'good' takes away some of what makes them so fun and interesting. - that's not to say they shouldn't get reform arcs ofc, i'd actually love to see Riddler have a reform arc where he opens a PI office again -this time preferably as the result of actual character development though and not just the result of a head injury that turned off his 'evil guy' button. (this kind of arc would need him to be the protagonist of his own solo issue or series though probably idk)

that part where you said "when you said he'd steal priceless artifacts, I was thinking, "Unless the artifacts or the robbery itself pose a danger to civilians, Bats might put it on the back-burner and piss him off..."" - I was actually kind of banking on that, that Batman eventually would put pursuing him on the back-burner and that way provoke him into doing something more grand or drastic. A sort of "oh so you didn't pay attention when I did this harmless heist? Ok fine, I'm gonna take hostages now, let's see if you pay attention then >:(" type of situation? which then would force Bruce to acknowledge even the more harmless of his crimes due to the possibility that ignoring them might tick him off enough that he'd start endangering lives to get the attention he wants. basically he'd be a threat because he might lash out more or go off the rails if he's not placated enough so batman would have to keep track of him just to make sure he's still in the 'relatively harmless crimes' phase and not about to snap and actively endanger the city. and...maybe I was also thinking of that Valentine's issue where Bruce decided to abandon his date and go full Batman mode all because Edward robbed a florist and left him some clues in a flower bouquet. sometimes even the little things are enough to get Brucie to go full dark knight it seems.

your idea with the missile codes is really good btw, that's such a fun concept and you're totally right about Steph's involvement making it even better! love the 'he's basically her uncle' tag..."local villain accidentally becomes uncle figure of a kid he doesn't even really know because her dad's a second rate copycat who trained his to eliminate the competition"...DC should make use of their weird connection more tbh

Oh believe me, the Valentine's day issue has factored into every angle of how I have viewed this character since I read it.

[comfortbucky]

hey hey! can u do some fluffy bucky about having to share a hotel room w u and there’s only one bed!!!! and he’s trying to be respectful n stuff but man does he have the fattest crush on u! thank u <333

HEY HEY YES OMFGGG THE ONE BED TROPE (ur mind😌🤝)

i’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE I DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO COME SO SOON

𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗼𝘁𝘀 ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ｡˚

pairing: bucky x fem!avenger!reader

tags: enemies(?) to lovers BABYYYY, angst, fluff

A/N: i almost always write about tfatws!bucky in mind but let me try and branch out by writing about avenger!bucky hehe

i hope u enjoy🥺💗i absolutely loved this prompt and loved writing this!!!! (it is almost 4am for me as i am posting this :) i’m insane :))

this oneshot will not be following the canon timeline!

word count: 2k

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“Stick to the plan, Y/N.” Steve’s voice came through over the intercom. She rolled her eyes at his warning. He always seemed to be extra cautious with her, making her feel like an unimportant member of the team, and this mission was no different.

“I got this,” she said, completely ignoring his request and charging headfirst at the enemy. Her brash decision resulted in her receiving a heavy beat down, ending up with a split lip and fractured ribs.

Needless to say, Steve was pissed. He and Y/N developed a close friendship over the years, during his search for Bucky. She was oftentimes the one who would stay up all night with him, looking for any trace of Bucky’s existence online. She’d become one of the closest people in his life, which is exactly why he was upset with her, endangering her own life.

After the mission, he confronted her at the base camp.

“You could’ve gotten killed!”

“But I didn’t,” she snapped back. “And the mission was a success anyways, so I don’t get why you’re so mad right now.”

Steve closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“It’s reckless behavior like this that’s eventually going to get you killed, Y/N.”

Bucky walked into the room and immediately regretted his decision as soon as he laid his eyes on Y/N. He’d come to foster an animosity towards her, after seeing her close friendship with Steve. After Bucky joined the Avengers, he noticed how much time they spent together, and jealousy started to fester within him. Steve was the only person he felt comfortable being around in the tower and she constantly took him away from Bucky. Everyone else seemed to have an aversion to him, or so he assumed. He never gave anyone the chance to get to know him, locking himself up in his room most hours of the day. Bucky didn’t think anyone would want to get to know an ex-assassin, especially one that killed the Tony Stark’s parents. She was the one thing that kept Steve away from him and he despised it. So Bucky did what he did best and avoided any sort of interaction with her.

Steve looked at Bucky and suddenly, an idea popped in his head. He had noticed how closed-off Bucky had been since joining the Avengers and refused to let Y/N be alone, worried that she might make another brazen decision. He hatched a plan to kill 2 birds with 1 stone.

“Bucky,” Steve said, making his way over to him. “You and Y/N will be assigned to the same room tonight.”

Bucky choked on his own spit in response and Y/N began to protest.

“You’re not serious, right?” Steve turned to face her with a stern expression.

“You’re not giving me any reason to trust you to be alone.” She let out a defeated sigh and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Why me?” Bucky asked, trying to figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Steve placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Because I trust you, Buck. I need you to do this for me.”

Bucky could see the desperation in Steve’s eyes and reluctantly nodded.

Steve was able to obtain another key card to the hotel room that Y/N was assigned to for the mission. He forgot to take into account the logistics of the sleeping arrangements, leaving Bucky to find a single bed as he entered Y/N’s room.

Bucky froze, his right hand on the door handle, keeping it open, his left hand by his side, holding his duffel bag. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what to do, when Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Relax,” she started, motioning for him to come inside. “I’ll sleep on the floor, alright?”

Y/N knew that Bucky didn’t like her, despite Steve trying to convince her otherwise. It hurt her feelings a bit, especially after she’d learned so much about him through both Steve’s stories and the time she spent tracking him down. He was such an important person to Steve, her close friend, and Bucky hated her. At first, she figured he was shy and wasn’t ready to open up to anyone else, especially after all the trauma he endured. But she realized he actively disliked her over time, with Bucky always leaving the room when she entered or ignoring her offers to hang out with her and Steve. Eventually, she gave up on reaching out to Bucky, as she only seemed to upset him further, no matter what she did. She figured it was for the best.

Bucky stepped into the room and shook his head.

“Bed’s too soft for me anyways, I’ll take the floor,” he grumbled.

Y/N shrugged in response, knowing that Bucky would be too stubborn to try and argue against. She turned around and picked up the phone, calling the front desk to ask for extra blankets and pillows. When she hung up the phone, she turned back to Bucky to see him nod in thanks.

The rest of the night was silent, as they both prepared for bed, taking turns going into the bathroom to wash up and change. While Y/N was in the bathroom, Bucky arranged the extra blankets and pillows into a makeshift bed on the ground, something that he’d done countless times before. Y/N exited the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt that covered her shorts, and placed her toiletries bag in one of the hotel dresser drawers.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Bucky grunted in response, grabbing some clothes and a bag headed for the bathroom.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he stated, just before shutting the door behind him. Y/N scoffed at his comment, gently climbing into bed, in an attempt to not further injure her ribs. She winced as she tried to get into a comfortable position before settling to sleep on the side of her unaffected ribs.

Bucky emerged from the bathroom to see Y/N lying on her left side, her back towards him. He assumed that she had already fallen asleep and quietly crawled into his makeshift bed.

Approximately 10 minutes had passed, when he heard her sniffling. At first, he thought the noise was coming from outside the window, but he traced it back to her. He remained lying on his back for a moment, deciding whether or not to say something. Bucky sighed before speaking.

“You okay?” Y/N immediately stiffened upon hearing Bucky’s voice. She was hoping that he wouldn’t hear her crying, despite his super soldier hearing abilities.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” she replied back, her voice wavering as she spoke. Y/N hated how weak and pathetic she sounded in that moment. Her fractured ribs made it hard for her to breathe and the adrenaline, that was previously shielding her from the pain, had faded, leaving her to lie there in agony. On top of that, she also felt that this mission solidified her belief that Steve had little faith in her ability to be an Avenger. The last thing she wanted to do right now, was to confess her insecurities to Bucky.

Bucky’s attitude softened, hearing Y/N’s voice crack when she spoke. He knew she’d gotten hurt due to her own, dumb, decision during the mission. Bucky quietly pulled his blankets off and stood up, leaving the room without saying another word. As soon as the door shut, Y/N burst into tears. Bucky did exactly as he’d done in the past many times before, leave. She wasn’t sure why this time upset her more than the rest. Probably because she knew that he was aware of her crying and he’d still chosen to abandon her completely.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, causing her to stop crying. Y/N listened to Bucky’s footsteps growing closer, and felt the bed dip under his weight as he sat on the edge she was facing towards. She peered over the blanket she was covering her face with, to see Bucky facing her, holding a bag of ice, wrapped in a towel. Bucky’s heart sank at the sight of her glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks in the moonlight.

“For your ribs,” he spoke softly, gesturing to the ice bag in his hands.

“Oh. Thank you.”

Y/N took the bag from him, attempting to slowly sit up. She closed her eyes as she grimaced, and suddenly felt a hand on her back, helping her up. Her eyes opened to reveal Bucky, with a soft smile on his lips. She silently thanked him again, placing the ice bag on the right side of her ribcage.

“Thought you hated me,” she mumbled, keeping her gaze down on her lap. He furrowed his brows, keeping his eyes on her.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Well, you definitely don’t like me.”

Bucky paused at her comment, thinking about his next words, before responding.

“I don’t like that you take up all of Steve’s free time,” he grumbled, causing Y/N to quickly look up at Bucky, his eyes averting her gaze. Her face fell, immediately realizing why Bucky had treated her so coldly all this time. He just missed his friend.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her in response. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t expecting her to be so kind and understanding, even coming up with multiple points to argue back at her. He realized then that he didn’t know her at all, but that he wanted to now. In an instant, she became an entirely different person. He studied her eyes and wondered if they had always sparkled like that, if her cheeks were naturally rosy, or if her lips had always been so pink and plump.

His expression softened and he cleared his throat. “It’s fine,” he muttered, tearing himself away from her gaze to look down at his lap. After a moment of silence, Bucky stood up to return back to the floor.

“Stay.” The words left Y/N’s mouth before she had time to process them. Bucky froze and turned to face her. “I mean, if you want to, of course. Just figured the floor must be super uncomfortable for you.” Y/N felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks and kicked herself mentally. She looked down at her hands, regretting the words she spoke, before feeling the bed dip again. She looked up to see Bucky. He smiled and she almost melted at the sight.

She shifted over, putting the ice bag on the nightstand, as Bucky crawled into bed next to her. The two rested on their backs, both staring at the ceiling in silence. Bucky remained at a respectful distance away, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Y/N turned on her left side, her good side, to face him.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me.”

Bucky turned on his side to face her before responding.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

A strand of her hair had fallen in front of her face and Bucky, instinctively, reached out a hand to tuck it behind her ear. Immediately, he regretted it, about to pull his hand back when Y/N took her hand and placed it on top of his, guiding it to rest on her cheek. He cupped her face in his hand and she leaned into his embrace. Bucky felt his heart rate increase as she moved her body closer to his, wrapping the arm she used to hold his hand on her face, across his side. He shifted towards her as well, wrapping his arm around her body, bringing her closer to him.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, nervous that he might have somehow misinterpreted the situation. He hadn’t been with a woman in such an intimate way in years and had no idea what he was doing. Y/N looked up at him and nodded, before snuggling her face into his chest and Bucky felt a wave of calm wash over him.

“Can you stay here tonight?” Y/N mumbled, her face pressed into his chest. He chuckled at the vibrations from her voice and kissed her temple, smoothing her hair back.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me to, honey.”

[jvkeh]

Heyy baby! Hru?? I was wondering if you taking req but if you don't, please just ignore this ask okai💕

I want to see a fic with reader and taehyun watched porn together bcs it's cute and hot to me😆 things been going well, reader sit on taehyun lap but as the video get more explicit they're both become horny, and humiliation, corruption, dirty talk🤤🤤

And also, this is my first time sending ask to you but i've already read all your txt fic!! The yeonjun one is 🥵🥵🥵🤕 it's really hot and the dirty talk omg, it seriously sooo hot and good. Your an amazing writer!!!!

PARALLEL

a.n: hello bae ! yes i do take requests (it’s in my about me) & hope u liked this <3 the req was so sexy help ur brain>> 😴😵‍💫 thank u for the compliments n supporting my account 💖💖 this was interpreted the best i could (as in this wasnt exactly most fitting to the theme bc i love to go off track for taehyun🥲) but i hope this sastified u 👀

c.w: dirty talk , humiliation , degradation , 1 mention of a threesome

if you don’t like my content block my name tag !

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it started off innocent. well, innocent intentions. taehyun swore that it was purely a bonding exercise, after all, what’s more romantic than two people watching porn together?

you didn’t even remember when you agreed to it, not having enough time to really process it. but you did knew taehyun was excited, because the last time he ran that fast across the apartment was when beomgyu broke the expensive vase that resided in the hallway.

minutes later, you seated yourself on the couch, wearing only your pajama set. a small heart patterened tank top to match your ribbed shorts. if this escalated, you rather be in light clothing and not have to take off skin tight leggings.

taehyun reentered the living room, carrying his laptop in one hand as he typed into the keyboards using the other. he took a seat next to you, placing the laptop down on the coffee table for you to see the tab opened, where the thumbnail displayed a girl and the boy fully clothed seated on the couch facing above the camera, looking at what presumed to be a tv from the reflection of the colours on their faces.

he leaned forward to size down the tab, much to your surprise. wasn’t he supposed to make the screen bigger so you could both watch? you failed to make a comprehensive answer to question taehyun before seeing him press the oh so familiar button on the right top corner, where it connected the tv to your laptop.

“you’re gonna play this on tv?” you exclaimed as the title made an appearance at the video being screenshared.

taehyun’s eyes grew at the response you let out, a smirk tugging as his lips as he processed the first thing you said since he suggested the idea. you wondered who actually convinced him to do this, because he was far from raunchy when it came to these activities. you definitely needed to talk to his members later.

“intense…couch sex… as we watch porn?” you squinted, reading the title off the big screen. “is this some weird parallel thing? do you have a thing for it?” you asked your boyfriend, who only hummed in reply. so much for communication skills. as you reached over to press the play button, taehyun grabbed your waist and placed your body on his lap, before taking the responsibility to continue what you had attempted to do.

he pressed play, the video beginning to proceed. as you fidgeted on his lap, your eyes watched as the video began to start off normal. two people watching a video on tv, the moans radiating off the the tv they eatching that was clearly heard through the speakers, taehyun slightly cursing at the loudness of the sound. good thing the closest neighbours were away from home, because you would be more regretful saying yes if they still remained next door.

it was three minutes til the video began to move direction. when the moans gotten louder, the people on the screen began to tug at their clothes. suddenly, the boy’s bulge was a bit too prominent, and the girl’s legs was a bit too close to each other. it was getting rather sensual, and both of you could tell. you resisted the urge to look back at taehyun’s face, but you could feel his bulge just slightly out of it’s safe zone. where it no longer was left alone, the discomfort that came with it being too severe to ignore.

you weren’t that worked up yet, bored from the first couple of minutes, so you decided to speed up the process. you began to move around on his lap, which alerted him, from the way his hand clenched a bit too hard on the pillow he clutched on one side, and the fact his cock was stirring from the warmth of his boxers.

“y/n.” taehyun muttered from behind, his breath inches away from your nape. you could feel the back of your neck’s hair stand up at the intimacy of it all, goosebumps forming from the sound of taehyun’s voice, that sounded more desperate than authoritive. “don’t.”

in your two years of dating, you have never heard taehyun spoke like that. his voice trembled as he let out two words, something that taehyun usually would never do. he wasn’t the type to crumble under the most intense of pressure, so how is porn and a little lap massage getting to him?

“don’t tell me you are already hard, tae.” you couldn’t resist speaking with an edge, finally looking back for a smile to form at him being so bothered. sweat beads lined at his forehead, and his ears was flushed red. he was clearly more affected than he thought he would be.

you looked back at the screen to see that the couple already was only in their underwear, and the girl was seated on the boy’s lap as she began to hump him, watching the screen with care as her pussy creamed through the thin panties, the substance coating his boxers. since when it moved along that fast? your eyes stayed on the girl, who rubbed herself on his bulge as he began to groan, rude words slipping out as his hands gripped her waist, moving her more aggressively back and forth til she could no longer piece words together.

taehyun hands seemed to leave the pillow, lingering inches away from your waist as you glanced down, feeling the presence. taking his hands, you place them on your hips before you began to start a pace, moving at the same time as the girl on tv did. you followed her cues as taehyun hands tightened on your hips, beginning to move you in the same direction you went so you could retain energy. “no way you roleplaying as her.” he snorted, eyes glancing from the screen to your body to see the similarity in movement. “is this just dance?”

“if that what keeps you hard.” you shot back, before feeling a pinch at the ass at you talking back.

“be nicer, slut. after all, i could leave you to get off on your own if you really wanted me to.” taehyun’s voice regained strength as he spoke, like it absorbed energy off your own talking. you didn’t liked that, wanting to leave him speechless like you did beforehand.

“didn’t you beg to watch this, taehyun?” you huffed, not caring to listen to his rules. after being obedient in the bedroom for so long, you wanted to see more sides of him. taehyun always prided himself on having a sweet and adjustable girlfriend, constantly flexing to his members about his girl always trying to please him. and there was no other better opportunity to piss him off than now, on his lap as his choice of porn blasted on tv.

the grip on your hips dissapeared, the silence that followed being disastrous. but the words that was spoken afterwards? was leg clenching.

“since when did i raised a dumb selfish whore?” he grunted from behind your body, beginning to tug at your shirt. “since when my good girl started mouthing off like a cock sucking cheapskate?” he scoffed, pinching at multiple areas of your skin lightly while you helped take off your tank. “trained you all this time, just to end up like a spoiled brat.”

“i don’t know, it’s pretty fun being one.” you grinned, beginning to turn around on his lap with a mischievous smile, rubbing your perked up nipples that shined through your bra. taehyun hands shot up to unclasp it as you bounced on his lap, studying his facial expressions as he looked above your head, his fingers familiar with the ways of your bra.

“wonder who taught you this hm? one of your lil friends?” taehyun eyes made contact with you as you continued to hump his bulge, releasing his grip on your bra as the back fell open, watching you pull your bra off til the only thing remaining was your bottoms. “when you got so fucking dirty minded?”

the embarrassment that seared through your body only further proved that you got off to taehyun’s insults, as the flush in your skin still could still not distract him from the dampness of your underwear that he could feel through his sweatpants.

“you gonna punish me, taehyun?” the loudness of the two people fucking in the background still couldn’t silence your sharp remarks, as your boyfriend continued to eye you with a unrecgonisable emotion. “you gonna fuck me back into the good girl you know? or are you too brain dead by porn to form intellect sentences?”

“wonder who corrupted you like this.” he murmured, his eyes trained on you, the both of you discarding the squelching sound that came elsewhere. “you really getting on my nerves, y/n. maybe it’s time i get someone better to put you back into place.” taehyun’s words was threatening, despite his tone sounding soft. your cunt fluttered at the idea, who could exactly beat taehyun when it came to authority? soobin, the soft dom? hueningkai was a sub… “maybe i should call up yeonjun and he teach you a lesson.”

your blood ran cold as the smile that you kept on your lips faded, the realisation of his words settling deep. yeonjun was fucking scary. it was taehyun’s turn to smirk, as he knew the rep his member had. of course, he would never let yeonjun touch his girl, but to have a leverage was what he needed, when you were getting a bit too cocky in terms of talking back.

“gonna fuck you into my good girl.” he mutters, pushing his face into your breasts as his hands gripped your shorts, tugging them down as your underwear followed. “gonna make sure you never fucking disobey me again or i might just have to fuck you on camera so i show everyone else on the internet how much of a hypocrite you can be.”

you groaned out as he slid two fingers into your cunt, pussy tightening at the feeling. no matter how much he fingered your cunt, it always felt foreign at first, but his fingers reached places yours could never. a smile formed on his face at how quickly you were to be silent, despite your confidence at being a brat. “all you needed is two fucking fingers to shut the fuck up?” he exclaimed, knowing you were too fucked out to even come up with an answer.

this is what he likes. watching you breathless on him. when the only words that you can breathe out is his name, because his hands and cock is just that good that you no longer can speak. not mouthing off like you just learned new words on urban dictionary the night before.

it didn’t took long til you were humping his lap, creaming everywhere as his fingers jammed into your pussy with ferocity unmatched. as much as his cock was about to burst out of his boxers, swollen and half rose in the depths of his pants, he wanted to make sure you truly had a punishment before being awarded with something as fulfilling as his cock. after all, you treated him with so much attitude today that he really needed to make sure you knew your place.

“ta-tae!” you groaned as the familiar liquid seeped down your leg, tired of his fingers as you rubbed yourself on his thighs. “please.”

“please what?” he pretended to look unbothered, eyes going back to the video that showed a woman being cockwarmed as she was forced to watch the porn on her tv while her boyfriend touched her. “i’m confused what your asking for.”

“wan your cock.” you sniffle, no longer interested in being a brat anymore as you looked at him with teary eyes. you missed the feeling of taking his size, and the sensation of being thrusted into, for him to dribble his semen into your gaping pussy.

“then you get it.” he groans, finally pulling down his pants to reveal his cock practically impaling his boxers. pushing the band down, his cock sprung free, red and veiny, as you exclaimed in excitement at finally being fucked. not caring about the pain, you immediately inserted yourself on his cock, sinking down to feel the nolstagic burn that was enough to make you cry of happiness and horniness. “thank you, tae!” you were never gonna brat off again, now you had a taste of his punishment. and the threat of his member’s involvement lingered in your mind as well, even when realistically, taehyun would never agree to it.

as you shifted to move, his hands moved to your hips, before circulating you, til you faced the tv that displayed the end of the porn video. did you even watch it anyway? taehyun began to move, grabbing the remote off the counter and pressing on replay, til the intro of the video started.

“don’t thank me, y/n.” he speaks up. “to really learn your lesson, you’re staying on my dick without moving til the video ends.”