#for the purpose of use in my fic. Yup.

[biting-miguel-ohara]

T-Shirts - Wade Wilson x ftm!Reader

A/N: I had so much fun writing this. I really hope Wade’s personality is in-character. I tried to keep the silly goofy vibes he has along with the pet names, but it’s been a while since I saw a Deadpool movie other than DP&W

Fic is written for this request

CW: Pet names; Reader is called baby boy, baby, and handsome; mentions of stabbing and murder; light fluff; suggestive content; explicit sexual content; smut; this is really just sex with a little bit of buildup; Wade is implied to be physically bigger than Reader; mild implied possession kink; Wade wears lingerie; sloppy kisses; AFAB Reader but their parts are called dick and hole; Reader’s arousal is described as slick; Wade eats the Reader out; overstimulation; multiple orgasms; fingering; PIV sex; unprotected sex; crying during sex; rough sex; Reader bites Wade hard enough to bleed; Wade cums inside Reader; Wade uses his fingers to keep the cum inside; aftercare; implied round two; snuggling

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“Oh, baby boy!” Wade’s voice rings out as he kicks open the door to your shared apartment.

You look up, smiling. “Hi, Wade.”

He waltzes over to you and plops himself down next to you on the couch. “Whatcha watchin’?”

You gesture at the TV, but can tell he’s only asking to be nice. “Just some show. How was your day?”

“Oh,” he rests his head against your shoulder. “Full of stabbing and murder. The usual.”

You wait, sensing some sort of dramatic pause in his manner.

“And I got us a present!”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh? What sort of present?”

You know to be a little cautious. Wade’s presents have ranged from a sweet set of guns to a teacup pig you had to return to its owner.

But this time, Wade’s glee seems oddly more enthusiastic than usual. “I bought us matching shirts.”

You laugh. “Matching shirts?”

He nods and leaps up from the couch. He rummages in his bag by the door before plopping back down next to you. “See?”

He holds up the first shirt. “I had to hunt all over town for the shop, but I finally found them today!”

You laugh. You can’t help yourself. It’s not mean laughter, but actual, genuine laughter. You’re touched, in a way.

“Oh, Wade.” You read the shirt aloud. “‘I love my trans boyfriend.’ That’s so sweet!”

“And look at yours!” He holds up the other shirt.

“‘I love my smoking hot boyfriend.’” You nod, grinning at the cheesy decal. “I’m gonna wear it to the next family meeting.”

Wade gasps and clutches his shirt to his chest. “I’ll never be able to focus. Oh, you’re a sneaky one.”

You laugh and reach out to lift up his mask. You kiss his scarred cheek. “How ‘bout I go try it on, hmm? You wear yours… and I’ll wear mine…”

He clearly doesn’t miss the suggestive tone of your voice as he hops right up. “Yup! Let’s do that! I’ll just—“

He practically sprints for the bedroom and you grin. You can hear him banging around against the dresser, probably looking for some cute lingerie or something. You let him do his thing in peace, curious about what he’s gonna come out wearing.

You strip to your boxers and put on the shirt. It hangs big on you, which makes you smirk.

You used to think he just couldn’t remember your size, but now you know better. He does it on purpose, as he likes to pretend it’s his clothes you’re wearing. Some roundabout possession kink or something.

You can’t blame him. Hell, you let him do it. It makes you feel wanted, in some odd way.

You think about that for a moment, as you move to sit on the couch again. You quickly reach the conclusion that it doesn’t really matter, as you wouldn’t be dating Wade without a few quirks of your own.

Like his cute little saying about matching crazy. You don’t know if you match his level of insane, but you definitely match his level of horny.

So when he comes out of the bedroom with a literal bang of the door, you ogle him in amazement. He’s wearing the shirt and the hottest pair of red panties you’ve ever seen. They’re lacy, they’re silky, and they’re practically nonexistent.

Your mouth waters immediately. “I wanna suck you off.”

Wade groans, his cock visibly twitching in the panties. “Baby boy, I want that more than anything. But I made a promise to myself and I intend to keep it.”

You rest your chin on the back of the couch. “What promise?”

He walks over to you, lifting your head and planting one of the sloppiest kisses you’ve ever had right on your lips. You kiss him back with equal fervor, licking into his mouth with glee.

He pulls back from the kiss with a gasp, gazing at you with such adoration it makes your face heat.

“I promised I’d worship you, baby.” He cups your face in his hands, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Worship that sweet dick of yours.”

You can feel yourself get wetter. Can feel the slick soaking through your boxers, making them stick to your legs. “Fuck, Wade.”

“That’s the plan, baby boy.” He grins at you. “I’m gonna eat you out so good you’re seeing stars, and then I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk in the morning.”

“Promise?” You’re almost giddy with excitement. You and Wade fuck like rabbits almost every single day, and yet it still gets you excited every time.

“Promise. Now, come here. I wanna give that sweet mouth of yours some love.”

He practically topples over the couch as he leans in to kiss you. And you? You let yourself be squashed by him. Anything to keep his lips on yours and his hands roaming your body.

You moan into the kiss, arching your hips up against his. His hand snakes down to your boxers, stroking over the damp fabric.

“Aww, look at you,” he coos, “So wet for me. I bet you’re absolutely soaking.”

You whimper and press into his touch. His mouth lodges against yours again as his fingers dip below your waistband.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, as his scarred fingers meet the pool of slick between your legs. He circles your dick, making you gasp and squirm beneath him.

“Wade! Wade, oh my god! Yes, just like that!”

“Yeah?” He nudges a finger against your hole. “Like this?”

You moan. Bucking into his touch, clenching around nothing. “Please, Wade…!”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he pulls his hand away. Bringing it up to his mouth to suck his fingers clean. He groans at the taste. “Fuck, baby. I love you so much right now. All needy and desperate and—“

He cuts himself off, sliding off the couch to kneel between your legs. He grips the damp fabric of your boxers, easily tearing them apart. You whimper, clenching at both the sight and at the breath of air against your dick.

“Oh, damn,” Wade breathes. He reaches out, tracing his fingertips over your slick skin. “Baby boy, I am going to feast on you.”

You grab a couch cushion, already preparing yourself. It always takes you by surprise, though. His first lick against you.

You squeeze the life out of the couch cushion, moaning and gasping as Wade laps at you. He sucks on your dick, groaning as you soak his chin with slick.

“Gonna make you cum on my tongue,” he mutters against you. “Then on my fingers. And then I’ll let you have my dick.”

You whimper. He smirks and goes back to eating you out.

You cum on his tongue twice. Right in a row, unable to help yourself.

When he slides his fingers into your dripping hole, you scream into the couch cushion. He pumps them inside you, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot.

You cum seeing stars. Once, twice again,

Your body is twitchy, wracked with shudders when he finally pulls out his dick. He rubs it against you, coating it thoroughly in your slick and cum.

“You want this, baby?” He coos. “You want my thick cock?”

“Yes!” You bury your face in the couch cushion, mostly to hide the tears building in your eyes. It’s going to be too much. But you need it. You need him. More than anything else on the planet. “Please!”

Wade chuckles and notches the tip of his dick against your hole. “How badly do you want it?”

“So bad!” You rock forward against him, but he grips your hips.

“Oh, no,” he smirks. “Don’t be greedy. You’ll take what I give you, won’t you?”

“Please!” You beg. “Please, Wade, just put it in!”

“Alright, alright. Since you asked so nicely.”

In one fluid movement, he snaps his hips forward, burying himself inside you all the way.

You sob at the stretch, cumming immediately. You’re so sensitive. So achy and needy. Your poor dick so delicious sore.

Wade groans. Loudly. “Fuuuuuck! Keep that up and I won’t be able to last!”

You both know it’s a lie, he can go as long as he wants. But your sex-dumbed brain can only think of one thing. More pleasure.

You fuck yourself on him, arching and rocking your hips against his. He’s so deep inside you, you’re sure you could feel a bump in your stomach if you tried. It’s too much, exhaustion creeping up your spine.

Your movements get sloppy, more like needy grinding than fucking. You’re really crying now, tears flowing freely down your face and staining the cushion in your arms.

“Aww,” Wade coos. “Look at you. I wish I had a camera to take a picture. You’re perfect like this, you know.”

You just moan weakly. Thankfully he seems to get the memo. He grips your hips tightly and begins to fuck you roughly. Harsh, desperate thrusts. Heavy panting and sloppy kisses.

You abandon your cushion in favor of gripping his face as you kiss him.

“Please, please, please,” you beg.

He gasps and groans, fucking harder into you. “Oh, yeah, baby. This is it. You ready for this, handsome?”

You bite his lower lip in response, hard enough to make him bleed.

With a low curse, Wade slams his hips against yours, cumming deep inside you. You moan, slumping back against the couch. You feel full, weak in all the best ways.

He slowly pulls out, stuffing your hole with his fingers to keep his cum from spilling out. “You alright, baby boy?”

You just whine in response. Your limbs feel like lead, your eyelids drooping.

“Yeah, me too.” Wade chuckles. He gently scoops you up, carrying you in his arms. He heads into the bathroom, turning on the tub.

“You did so good,” he coos, pulling off your shirt and setting you in the water. “Was that five or six orgasms?”

You rest your head against his chest, voice slurred and sleepy. “Five, I think…”

“Damn. We’ll get one more next time.” He presses a kiss to your head. “Now sit up for a moment. I wanna get in too.”

You do a lazy round two in the bathtub before passing out on the bed.

Your last thought, all warm and snuggled up with your boyfriend? You wouldn’t trade him for the world.

[mayearies]

SPIDERMAN CLASSIC …. miles morales ⟡

… ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

#MILESMORALES brooklyn’s one and only spiderman!

⟡ genre: fluff | warnings: platonic/romantic pov, implied aged up જ⁀➴ note!: first time actually using miles as a graphic wow also hype up my 1610 fics more damn

the large metal doors shut behind you as the music became muffled. your makeup was nicely done, your dress beautiful, but not for the one it was intended to be seen by.

yup. you got stood up at prom.

he was this guy you liked, you considered a friend. and he stood you up. the grey message from your screen illuminated on your face as you leaned against the alleyway. you were disappointed, yeah. but nothing to cry about. the thing to cry about is how humiliating it was.

you left after a few drinks, you friends toning down your sadness. but it didn’t last long. you just wish-

“hey!”

“wh-?!”

well, this was a surprise. here laid infront of you was the infamous spiderman who saved your city every day. or spiderman 2, most people called him. the only thing different was he was wearing a suit with a bowtie and flowers. and it matched your dress. coincidence? also he was upside down. that’s normal.

“spiderman?”

“yeah! that’s me,” he rubbed the nape of his neck “sorry, is it weird to see me out of character like this?”

“more or less. why are you so dressed up?”

“long story short— i’m finding a prom date last minute.”

that was both true and a lie. the boy behind the mask was finding a prom date last minute, yeah, but it was purposeful in a way. you could have swore he was younger. he sounded like a freshman or sophomore to you.

“um.. yeah. that’s all im really in for. what are you doin’ out here? arent you cold?”

“a little. i got stood up tonight by my date. sucks, huh?”

he nodded like he didn’t know. you didnt hear it from me, but, that was no mistake. he webbed the guy to a nearby alleyway a few blocks down. apparently he had been that pickpocket going around all throughout this week.

a win is a win in miles’ eyes.

“…would you like to be my date? you can say no of course i was just asking-!”

“that.. would be nice. amazing, actually.”

his lenses went wide, taking up most of his mask which was pretty cute. underneath, he could feel his face warming up. and not because he was upside down.

“really?”

“yeah! then i can brag to my friends how i went to prom with spiderman or something, it would be fun.”

“.. would you go with me if you knew who was under this mask?”

“mmm. depends. you seem sweet. my parents say you’re a jerk. you know, that week that rhino destroyed my dad’s car and blamed you? i saw the whole thing so i thought different.”

his face was heating up more, definately not because he wasn’t right side up.

truth was, miles may have been stalking you for a while. he liked you a lot but was too shy to directly confront you, so he watched from the sidelines. found out everything you liked. everything you loved. he just wishes he was a part of that list.

“also, you sound familiar. have we met?”

“what? nonononono- i’ve never seen you in my life!”

“uh huh.”

you did wonder who was underneath, now. you never suspected it would have been someone you knew, but the drastic change in tone once he dropped the fake deep voice made you wonder.

you wanted to pull his mask above his eyes to see if you did know him, but he waved his hands at the point where it reached over his nose. he seemed like a really shy guy, despite him being the hero of brooklyn.

you hummed in contentless, “well, my friends might hear an earful from me about this encounter. and how i’m going to be dancing with the savior of new york. so thanks for that, spidey.”

you gave him a small kiss on the cheek and he froze, fully expecting a kiss on the lips. peter told him about this whole ‘spiderman kiss’ thing and he wanted to try it. its how he won over mj, after all.

even if it didn’t turn out the way he hoped.

“woah..”

“didnt expect that?”

“absolutely not!”

afterwards notes: rewrote this twice also hype this up wtf

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[heavenlyvision]

Until hell freezes over

Word count: 6.7k

Pairing: Bi-Han x F!Reader

This is a part two to when hell freezes over

A/N: Longest fic so far woohoo, I’m overjoyed at the interactions and comments I got from the first part so thank you for the attention. I’m glad you’ve all been enjoying my writing; it encourages me to write more! I hope you all enjoy this part as much as the first and please reach out with any thoughts, feelings, questions, anything of the sort. I am happy to interact with everyone. And thank you for reading! :)

Summary: Ever since you and Bi-Han had sex he’s been staring at you even more than before, not that he’s admitted to it yet. A competition begins between the two of you, who can hold out longest?

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation, p in v sex, creampie, possessive!Bi-Han, hickeys (reader receiving), pussy slapping (one), inappropriate use of Bi-Hans official title, minor appearance of pussy drunk Bi-Han, return of mean Bi-Han, special appearance of soft Bi-Han, no use of y/n

Following the events of the other night, Bi-Han has been staring at you a lot more frequently. You can’t be certain what he’s thinking about, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. You had both mutually agreed to keep what happened between yourselves, but he keeps giving you bedroom eyes and it isn’t going to take long for someone to catch on if he keeps looking at you like that.

Subtlety does not seem to be Bi-Han’s strong suit, which you feel is cosmically ironic considering how subtle he is in other facets of his life. His eyes set you on fire, you know what he wants from you. You haven’t slept with him since the first time, three days ago now.

The reason for this is because you needed time to recover from the world class fucking you received the first time and because you want to get to know him more; by actually talking to him. Not that, that stops him from shoving you up against walls and sticking his tongue in your mouth when he gets the chance. Just the memories of his indiscretions make you vibrate with arousal.

Other than those few shared, private moments, he’s respected the fact that you don’t want to have sex again yet. He is getting impatient though, you can tell by the way his constant staring has gotten more intense. His eyes track your every move when you’re close to him, sometimes it seems like he’s actively fighting the urge to pick you up and walk away with you over his shoulder.

Everyone is in the training area right now, and Bi-Han is standing by Lord Liu Kang, and yup, he is staring at you, again. You really can’t be shocked anymore; you’ve come to realise that the most he communicates is with his eyes and his grunts.

Lord Liu Kang steps away from Bi-Han to talk with Kuai Liang on the other side of the training area, you take the opening to slowly shuffle yourself up next to Bi-Han.

“You need to stop looking at me like that,” you say quietly, keeping your head forward.

“Looking at you like what?”

You have to try real hard not to make a face of annoyance at him. He always does this, acts dense on purpose just to get under your skin.

“Like we’ve had sex,” you hush out at him.

He moves to stand directly in front of you and tilting his head down slightly he says, “That is a little difficult, considering we have had sex, sweet girl.”

He’s taunting you, it’s not fair, the nickname, his words, it’s all not fair to you and he knows it. It’s why he does it, he wants you to break first, to beg him for it, and as the days pass by, you’re worried you will cave and beg him to fuck you. And he is counting on it, it’s probably part of the reason why he pushes you up against walls and kisses your breath away. You get the feeling that the man has an impeccable resolve, which makes you want to break it. It’s turned into an unspoken competition between the two of you.

“You aren’t being very fair,” you try not to, but you can’t help but pout at him.

His eyes sparkle as he looks at your sulking face, “I’m not trying to be fair,”

Bastard, you go to tell him as much, but he cuts you off, “I am trying to get you to ask me for what you need, I want you to ask me sweetly to fuck you.”

He has said you undo him, but he is actively pulling you apart, he wants you at his feet and you’re afraid that you might comply. You are strong, you can resist him, you just have to want to win more than him and you are competitive. You’ve decided you’re going to turn his constant stares and teasing into determination. You are determined to win, you want him coming to you, head in his hands asking you for your body.

He can see the way your eyes harden with your own resolve and his light up in an amused way at it, you find it maddening that he’s getting joy from this.

“You will not be winning this, Grandmaster.” You say his title to stab home your determination, you want him to know that he is the one who turned this into a challenge. One that you aren’t willing to lose.

The use of his official title is effective, his smile falters for a second, a glimmer or his underlying arousal for you shining through his mirth. Good, you think.

“Mmm where has my sweet girl gone?” He asks you, his smug nature intact. Not good, you think, he might be able to play dirty better than you.

Your confidence in yourself is waning the longer he looks at you, “Just… stop looking at me.”

A smile breaks out across his face, “Not if it’ll get you to break first.”

You keep showing him your hand, he makes you weak, and he likes that about you. Maybe it would be smarter to use that to your advantage, rather than pretending he doesn’t affect you. He’s able to read you impeccably well, any lie you try and give him is probably going to fall flat. Lying isn’t something you consider yourself to be bad at but trying to lie to Bi-Han is like trying to lie to someone who can read minds, so it’s better to just avoid it.

“You’re right Bi-Han, I want you, badly, all the time,” you’re looking at him as innocently as possible.

One of his eyebrows raises in response, “Are you asking for something?” He’s hoping you are.

“Nope. Just letting you know how much I want you. All the time.” You state before walking over to where you were previously standing with Johnny and Kenshi.

You would’ve liked to keep talking with him, but you have a feeling that would be more to your detriment than his. Tuning back into Kenshi and Johnny’s conversation you realise they’re arguing, because of course they are.

“Just give the sword back Johnny!” Kenshi sounds exasperated with him, this is not the first time they’ve argued over this, and you have a feeling it won’t be the last.

“No way man! Do you know how much this cost me?” Johnny is just as equally exasperated as Kenshi. Their relationship and squabbles amuse you, until –

“Settle this, do you think he should give Sento back?” They both turn to you suddenly, dragging you into this argument against your will. How nice of them.

You really do not want to be dragged into this, “I have no stake in this, guys.”

“Yeah, exactly. That’s why you should decide for us,” Johnny adds.

Why would they want you to settle this, whatever you decide the other would be angry with and you like both of them.

“Look, guys, this isn’t something that another person can solve for you, and I’d really rather not pick, I don’t want to lose a friend based on a choice I make.”

They both stare at you, God, what is with all these men and staring.

Then you feel it, his looming presence coming up behind you, he grabs your shoulder to get your attention. You drop your head back to look up at him.

“Did you have something to ask, Sub-Zero?”

He looks down his nose at you, “mmm, you need to come with me.”

Straightening your head, you look forward again, you go to address the two men in front of you but before you can, Johnny looks at Bi-Han and says, “Wait, before you leave, settle this for us. Who do you think should have Sento?”

Bi-Han looks at the pair of them dead eyed for a moment, trying to give Johnny a chance to take his question back, “Don’t care.” He states plainly before grabbing your arm and walking away.

Why Johnny thought asking him was a good idea you have no idea, you turn around quickly to apologise to them both, they’re giving you a sympathetic look. Their pity is granted because to them, you’ve just been pulled away by the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. Assumedly, about to get scolded for something, which may be half true. You give them a smile back; to try and assuage any genuine worry they may have, before facing Bi-Han’s back again, following him silently.

He walks you away from the training area into a quiet, empty area of the temple. Your heart is racing, you have no idea what he’s intending to do, he wouldn’t have cracked that easily, which means he’s brought you here for another reason. He’s stopped walking, back facing you.

“Bi-Han, why have you kidnapped me?”

He turns to face you, rolling his eyes at your light-hearted accusation, “I have not kidnapped you, that’s an exaggeration.”

Cocking an eyebrow at him and placing a hand on your hip, you say, “I am well aware, what did you have to ask?”

“How long?” He asks, he needs to start speaking in full sentences, more often than not he will state something like it doesn’t need further explanation.

Though you can probably guess with pretty good accuracy what he’s referring to, that doesn’t mean you’re going to make it easy for him. Time for a taste of his own medicine, he’s often acting intentionally dense to get you to admit to things, now it’s his turn.

“How long for what?”

His eyes harden at you, “How long until I can have all of you again?”

Is he trying to compromise with you? Maybe he wasn’t as confident in his own willpower as you thought, “that depends, are you giving up?”

“No.”

“It’s a competition now, Bi-Han, there is no timeline anymore.” Not that there was ever a timeline, you were just hoping to get to know him a bit more before sleeping with him again but seeing him increasingly get more desperate is too good to turn away from now.

Watching him struggle with what he wants to do next has you realising, two sides of Bi-Han are clashing right now. He’s stubborn but he’s also impatient, it’s thrilling not knowing which side will win.

“It��s a stupid competition. Childish.” He spits the words at you.

“You started it.” You shrug at him.

“I most certainly did not start this.” He points at you.

He’s getting angry now, it has you smiling, “you’re only annoyed now because I’m winning.”

He grunts at you, “This could end right now Bi-Han, if you just admit you’ve lost.” You’re offering him a way out; one you know he won’t take.

“What are the rules?”

You answer him honestly, “I hadn’t considered any.”

He stalks towards you, it has you taking steps back until you hit a wall. Both of his hands come up and cage you against it, he leans down slightly, head angled, “then I will.”

You look up at him, eyes large, taking him all in, “Bi-Han, you’re really pretty,” you tell him your internal thought by accident.

He looks shocked for a second before his head rests on your shoulder, he speaks into your neck, “Sweet, sweet girl, my sweet girl.” He inhales the scent of your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

This situation is precarious for you, if he sweet talks you, you might cave. You need to get him back on topic. But before you can speak to get him back on track, he moves his lips to yours, one of his hands coming off the wall to grab at the side of your face, angling you to his liking. Tongue entering your mouth teasingly, you moan into his mouth, and he swallows the sound.

When he pulls back, he smirks at the look on your face, your eyes wet and soft for him, he always makes you feel so pliable. This competition is not made for you, you bend to his will too easily, he’s only kissed you and you want more.

You close your eyes tight, not looking into his eyes will help, he’s got pretty eyes that you fall into every time. You just need to not look at him right now.

“What are you doing?” He asks, his thumb stroking your cheek, a rare sign of the way he coddles you.

“I can’t look at you and your pretty eyes.”

He hums in response, “that’s fine, only need your lips for what I’m doing right now.”

Then he leans in to kiss you again, he’s being gentle, tender, tongue licking into your mouth and exploring, he’s taking his time, kissing your breath away.

He’s officially, completely, distracted from what he was talking about, lips moving against yours, consuming you. He moves his body closer to yours, the feel of him against you has a whimper slipping from you. The sound makes him grunt but it brings him back to himself, and he pulls away, but not before he plants a single wet kiss on your lips and then he’s pulling his lips away completely.

Forehead resting against yours, he huffs, “you wanna give up?”

You nod your head, and he seems pleased, but you continue on to say, “I do, but I’m not going to.” His small moment of triumph ripped from him at your words.

A low grunt is his response to you, he’s disappointed that you haven’t caved but only because he’s not going to either. “Want you and your tight, little–”

“Rules! What rules did you want?” you cut him off, his words are his weapon and right now he’s one good strike away from you giving in and letting him do whatever he wants to you.

He smirks at you, he knows how his words effect you, loves the way you squirm at the things he whispers to you.

“From now on losing counts as, kissing, touching, dirty talk, whispering sweet nothings to each other–”

“–Bi-Han, you’ve done all of those things, just now.” The gall of this man.

“There were no rules before,” he’s dismissive of your complaint.

You have an incredulous look on your face, “well, there goes your whole arsenal then.”

“Not really, I still have my pretty eyes.” He’s making fun of you, but you know the way you react to and compliment him has him soft for you.

“No nicknames?” You ask him.

He glares at you, “no nicknames.” He confirms.

That makes you sulk a bit, not only because calling him Grandmaster was one of your trump cards but also because you like when he calls you sweet girl.

“Can you still call me sweet girl?” You ask him gently; you genuinely don’t want him to stop but you’re also playing dirty by asking and you know it.

His chest rumbles with a deep growl and his head tips back, “Fucken, alright but only because I think it will benefit me more than you.”

When he looks at you again there is a cheeky smile on your face, “compliments? Can I still tell you how pretty your eyes are? Or how I love when your arms are crossed and your muscles become defined, or how hot your hands looks when they flex, or–”

One of his hands moves to cover your mouth, cutting you off, “Jesu– no, no compliments.”

You give the palm of his hand a small kiss and his head falls forward, chin on his chest, “You’re going to kill me,” he sighs.

You’re smiling against his palm; this round goes to you.   

❆˖°

It’s been a few days since your rendezvous with Bi-Han, he had to go away for a couple of them to take care of some business but ever since he’s been back you think he’s been avoiding you. And you aren’t sure if that excites or frightens you. The upper hand was yours last time, now you’re worried that he’s plotting his revenge, and you have no idea what he would even do. His rules basically take away all of his trump cards, but they also take away yours. Leaving you both in a weird purgatory state of trying to figure out what to do next without breaking any of the rules.

There are a few options, but unless you can get away with walking around the temple grounds completely naked without anyone seeing you, there isn’t anything that could get him to break quickly enough.

You find yourself back at the rock, you’ve started calling it your enlightenment rock, on account of how often you come here to meditate. Though you aren’t here for spiritual guidance currently. Not unless the spirits can guide you on how to break Bi-Han’s will into fucking you senseless. It feels a little inappropriate to even think about here, but you think best here, and you need the peace right now.

Thinking about what you could do is exhausting, you’re not good at initiating these kinds of things, you’re more of a defence kind of person than attack. Which makes Bi-Han avoiding you even funnier, he’s pretty quick to go on the attack, usually.

You’re at a stalemate and you want to be the one to break it, but you’ll need a for sure thing, if you go in half-cocked and your plan fails it gives him an opening to get you to crack, which, in all honesty, you would. He breaks down all your defences with just a look, and now that you’re thinking about it, that might be his plan.

This is what you mean by thinking about this is mentally taxing, you’re either thinking too hard or not hard enough. The man is unpredictable, and you like that about him, just, not right now. You want to be the one to win and over thinking might cost you the competition.

A big smile breaks out across your face as you are suddenly blessed with a fantastic idea to get the man to break, not the kind of enlightenment you usually come here for but it’s the next best thing.

The moment is taken from you when you feel Bi-Han’s eyes on you, “Hello Bi-Han.” You don’t turn around to look at him.

“How do you always manage to know it’s me? I am a ninja, and I can’t even look at you without you knowing.” He’s curious about your sixth sense for him and you don’t have an answer that would satisfy him.

You shrug your shoulders in response, “I can feel it, that’s the best way to describe it.”

“And what do you feel when I look at you?” He’s moving closer to you, standing directly behind your sitting form. Any closer and his back would be pressed against yours.

You consider what to say, you could lie but like you’ve said, lying to him is damn near impossible, “It feels electric.” It’s the only way you can accurately describe how it feels to have his gaze aimed at you.

He grunts at you in response.

You’re smiling because he’s so soft for you in the oddest of ways, “you asked,” you tell him.

“Shouldn’t have.” He pauses before continuing, “Mmm, what are you doing out here? It’s getting late.”

And it is, you had realised this you just needed the silence to give you ideas for your plan. The temple has too many people and you often get pulled into conversations, you don’t mind, but you’re taking this competition unnecessarily seriously.

“I have been thinking.”

“And what have you been thinking of?” He asks.

“I’d tell you, but I think it would count as whispering sweet nothings to you.”

You can practically feel the way he rolls his eyes from behind you, he huffs a breath out and you can feel the air brush against your neck. You stifle your reaction, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of your body reacting to him without physical touch.

He’s moving his face closer to the back of yours, lips close to you neck but never touching, “there is nothing I can say right now that won’t break those stupid rules.”

You can’t help the shiver that runs through you at his breath whispering over your skin “you made them.”

“Might break them too. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me breaking first, taking you however I desire–”

“–You are walking a very thin line Bi-Han,” you remind him, he often gets lost in the words he speaks to you.

He takes a step back, sighing again, “Come back to the temple, dinner will be served soon.”

You look back at him and smile, “I’ll be up soon.”

“Don’t take too long, it’s supposed to be cold tonight,” he mumbles at you as he begins to walk away.

It’s adorable, the way he cares if you eat on time or if you’ll be warm. He’s driving you crazy without even realising it, if he turned back and said one more thing concerning your wellbeing, you’d break the rules by running up to him and hugging him.

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Waiting is all you can do right now; you’re waiting until everyone has gone back to their quarters so that you can sneak into Bi-Han’s and put your plan into action. It’s not going to be particularly fair to him and you don’t know if he’ll classify it as cheating, but you don’t classify it as cheating, not technically anyways.

It’s almost quarter to midnight when it sounds like everyone has turned in for the night and you take the opportunity to sneak from your room and briskly walk to Bi-Han’s.

Approaching the door, you tentatively knock at it, waiting for him to answer and slide the door open feels like it takes forever but when he does you feel like you might fold on the spot, he’s wearing a loose robe, his whole chest on display and the worst part is, his hair is down and in his face a little. He has such soft looking hair, and you want nothing more than to run your hands through it.

Bi-Hans face is decidedly unhappy until he realises it’s you at his door, and then he’s smug, taking in your gaze, all gooey for him.

“Evening, sweet girl, you here to give in?” He’s grinning at you like you’re his prey.

You hurry inside past him, careful not to touch him, “No, I’m here to win.”

He groans, exasperated at you, like he couldn’t just cave now and end it all. “C’mon, just give in, I know you want to.”

“and I know you want to, too,” you’re standing in the middle of his room awkwardly, you’re trying to decide how you’re going to do this.

He slides the door closed and turns to look at you, his head crooking to the side slightly, hair falling into his face a bit. His arms are crossed over his chest, and it has your skin on fire, he looks irresistible to you right now and it’s not fair.

“What are you here to do, exactly?” He raises a questioning eyebrow at you.

You purse your lips, you know exactly what you want to do, you’re just feeling a little shy. Fuck it you think, and you shrug your own robe off your body, you’re completely bare beneath it.

Bi-Han’s eyes go wide, “What are you planning, sweet girl?” He’s breathless at your bare figure in front of him, completely taken aback by your uncharacteristic boldness.

You move over to his bed and sit down on it, propping yourself up against his pillows, “I’m going to touch myself and I’m going to make you watch.” You’re fighting against your own embarrassment, skin breaking out in a deep blush.

He looks entirely too pleased with this situation, “Mmm, go on then, show me how you touch yourself.”

“You can’t sweet talk me! that was one of your rules,” you point at him, “If you break the rules you lose,” you’re pouting at him.

He’s nodding his head, staring at your legs, waiting not so patiently for you to part them, “mmhm, I know, just spread your sweet thighs.”

You’re not sure if you should call him on that or not but since you’re also walking a thin line you let it go. He’s moving to sit at the foot of the bed, eyes never leaving your body as he does.

Slowly, you part your legs, and he lets out a quiet growl at the sight of your pussy, wet and wanting. Reaching down, your fingers run through your slick, spreading it all over your folds. You insert one finger into your hole, whining at the feeling, before you move it to your clit, rubbing small, controlled circles into it.

Little whimpers and quiet whines leave your mouth, you’re trying to hold in your sounds as you use your fingers to bring you pleasure. Looking over at Bi-Han you can see a thinly veiled animalistic look in his eyes, he’s trying to restrain himself. Feeling tortured by his inability to touch or even speak to you right now.

Your movements speed up on your clit and a gasp is ripped from you, Bi-Han’s staring heightening your pleasure.

“Ffuck – stop, stop.” He’s suddenly asking you to stop.

“Mmm, but I am so – ngh – close,” you don’t stop, your breaths coming faster and whines pitching higher, you’re so close to finishing.

Eyes wet with how close your high is, your other hand reaching up to grab your own breast. Bi-Han looks angry, his hand reaches out and rips yours away from your pussy. You whine in response to your pleasure being ripped from you at the last second.

“I told you to stop, shit.” He looks really angry, and you can’t help but feel a little smug, a small, suppressed, smile painting itself on your lips.

“You lost,” you tell him, though by how angry he is, you think he already knows that.

He squints at you with an accusatory glare, “wouldn’t have if you just fucken listened to me.”

“Yeah, but I wanted you to lose.”

He snarls at you, “you fucken win and now I’m taking you how I want.”

“Okay,” you smile brilliantly at him.

“Try not to be so pleased with yourself.” He’s hot when he’s grumpy.

But you can’t help it, you won, and he lost and now you can have sex with him again and feel victorious. It’s a good day to be you.

He moves over you and leans down, kissing you harshly, he pulls away but only to pull your mouth open and then he’s shoving his tongue into your mouth. You moan against him; you’ve missed his lips against yours. He’s being more forceful with you than usual, sexually frustrated and annoyed that he’s lost this arbitrary competition against you.

Pulling his lips from yours he starts kissing your neck, sucking deep marks into your skin.

“Bi-Han, not my neck, the others will see–”

“–Good, mine, you’re mine.” He sucks another mark into the centre of your collarbones, “Isn’t that right, my sweet girl?”

You nod your head, “Mhm, m’yours.”

The groan he lets out can be felt against your skin where his mouth is attached, he continues downwards. Sucking hickeys into your skin as he goes. He reaches your cunt and nuzzles his face into it, licking between your folds. His actions make you whine, back coming off the bed, his hand reaches up and pushes you back to the bed by your stomach.

Then he uses both hands to spread your thighs further apart, enough so that he can fit his shoulders between your legs. He turns his head into your thigh and sucks a mark there.

“Got such a pretty cunt, Mm gonna fucken ruin you,” your hole clenches at his words and he watches, he has a wolfish smile on his face at your reaction.

“God, fucken missed seeing how needy you are, love the way your body reacts to me,” he adds.

He’s driving you mental, “please,”

“Mmm? You need something, sweetie?” His tone is mocking, he knows exactly what you want.

“Want your mouth, on me, please?”

“Say you want my mouth on your cunt and then I might oblige.” He’s staring into your eyes, waiting for you to repeat his words.

It has you blushing again, it feels so filthy to say out loud to him, “I want your mouth on my cunt, please.” Your voice wavers as you mumble the words out.

You feel really exposed, legs over his shoulders as he looks at you, refusing to break eye contact.

“Not good enough, try again,” he has an amused look on his face, but his tone is serious.

You repeat yourself louder, “want your mouth on my cunt, please, Bi-Han,” you whine a little as you say it.

He chuckles at you, “all you had to say, sweetheart.”

He tucks his head down and licks along the length of your pussy, your back goes to arch again but he predicts that and moves his hand back to your stomach and holds you down.

His tongue enters your hole, licking into you before moving up to your clit, then he suctions onto it. Two of his fingers coming up to enter you, crooking them up into you, finding the spot he did last time and fucking into it.

You’re biting your lip trying to keep the noises in, head rolling back onto the pillows behind you. He removes his mouth from your clit but doesn’t stop his fingers.

“Eyes on me, do not stop looking.” He warns.

You aren’t focusing though, his fingers inside you taking you elsewhere. He pulls them from you and smacks your pussy at your lack of response, it has you jolting upright.

“Eyes on me, and stop biting your lip, wanna hear you.” His words slur together a little.

You look him in the eyes again, “yes, Grandmaster.” You mumble mindlessly, a little lost in the pleasure he’s given you.

“Fffuck, look at you, so pretty and dazed.” He moves his mouth back to your pussy, lapping at you like his last meal.

He’s eating you out with the conviction of a man who’s afraid he’ll never do it again, you maintain eye contact with him, but you feel like they might cross. You move your hands to his head, grabbing at his hair. He hums at the feel of your fingers pulling at him.

You’re getting closer to your peak; he stuffs his fingers back inside you and it pulls a loud moan from you. He groans into your cunt, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge. His fingers speed up as he sucks unforgivingly at your clit. Your moans come louder and faster, and then he pulls his mouth away to blow cold air on your clit, it feels sharp and has you coming with a yelp. Your hands move to grab at his sheets, attempting to ground yourself.

He’s pleased, watching you fall apart on his fingers, when you’ve come down from your high, he pulls his fingers from you. But he leans down again and licks up your cum, he keeps licking at you and you try to wiggle away from his unrelenting tongue.

He pushes you down and uses both hands to hold your thighs open, “stay fucken still.”

“Ngh – it’s too much Bi-Han, mm sensitive, please.”

“I know but you’re gonna take it.” He tells you.

He’s licking at you fervently, in your pussy hole, your clit, sucking on your folds, he’s lost in your cunt. He flattens his tongue against you and shakes his head and it has you coming suddenly against your will. A breathy whine pulled from deep inside your chest, the force of it bites at you, the feeling too much. Your grip on his sheets hardening, if you were more present, you’d worry about tearing them.

He pulls back satisfied with the way you’re squirming, he keeps his hands on your thighs, holding them apart.

He’s staring at your fluttering hole, “could suck on your pussy for the rest of my life.”

Your thighs are fighting against his hands trying to close, he lets go and lets you close them. You take a moment to catch your breath, the overstimulation sending shocks through your body. A sharp kind of pleasure.

Tears in the corners of your eyes, one falling, Bi-Han climbs on top of you and leans down, licking it away.

“You’re such a sensitive little thing.” He whispers to you.

Then he moves his mouth to yours, devouring you through a kiss. He kisses you until you’re reaching up to him, running your hands through his hair, and then tugging him away.

He pulls back from you, lips ghosting over yours, “What is it?”

“Want you, please?”

His grin is wide, “love the way you ask me for things, such a polite girl.”

He pulls back, resting on his knees as he undoes his robe, throwing it onto the floor, the sight of him bare makes your cunt jump and mouth water.

He locks eyes with you, “You’re staring.”

“Yes.” Is all you can manage, “you’re… beautiful.”

“Jesus woman, too nice, such a nice girl.” He leans down and pecks your lips, your cheeks, he noses at the side of your face before kissing your ear, neck, anywhere he can reach.

Your hands reach out to rest on his shoulders and your legs move to rest your thighs on his hips, pulling him closer. His skin rests against yours, and you hug him to you. Your face moves to the crook of his neck, and you place a kiss there.

His hips slowly start to grind into you, the sweet intimate moment broken by his dick slipping through your folds.

“Sooo, fucken wet, always so wet an messy, mmph,” he speaks into your neck.

You move your hips against him, the feel of his cock rubbing against you making you wetter, rutting yourself into him more, “Bi-han, need it, please.”

“ngh – you can – hah – fucken wait,” he’s teasing you, your punishment for winning.

You whimper as his dick continuously slides over your clit; his upper half pulls away so he can look down to where he’s rubbing against you. Enjoying the way your hips are raising to chase him.

Deciding to take mercy on you and himself, he grabs the base of his cock, and slips the head into you, “hah – I forgot how fucken – ngh – ridiculously tight you are.” He groans at the feel of you wrapped around him, “you’re so – mph – warmmm.”

“Bi-Hannn~” you moan his name; he keeps sliding into you at a leisurely pace, trying not to hurt you.

“I needa fuck you more often – nghh, keep this cunt ready for me.” His hands are back on your thighs, keeping you open so he can watch himself slide into you.

You can feel his dick twitching inside you, he’s turned on watching the way he’s splitting you open. He’s about halfway in when he starts rubbing your clit, moving a hand off your thigh to do so, “you needa relax for me, sweetie.”

Your pussy clenches around him, “that’s hard when you keep talking.”

“Mmm, love the way I talk to you, don’t you?”

“You know I do,” he knows, he just loves the ego boost he gets from hearing you confirm it.

Then he drives all the way into you, and it pushes a gasp from your lungs, a long-drawn-out groan comes from Bi-Han. His question was just to distract you so he could bully his cock the rest of the way into you.

He looks up to the ceiling and away from where you’re connected, “ffffff–”

You raise your hips to grind against him, clit rubbing against his pelvis, the full feeling has you seeing stars.

“Mpphh – stop, unless you want me cumming now.” He warns you.

You whimper at him but can’t stop grinding into him, he pulls his hand from one of your hips and pushes them down, holding you still. The way he can hold you down turns you on, you’re still trying to rut up against him though.

You whine his name, and he snarls at you, “hold fucken still, needy fucken–” Your cunt tightens around him, and he has to take a breath, his dick twitching in you.

He shoots you an angry glare, “I can’t help it,” you tell him.

He knows but he doesn’t want this being ruined because he came too soon. He lowers his body down and presses flat against you. Skin to skin, it has you preening, you wrap your legs completely around him, ankles connecting behind him. He sinks deeper at your movement and a guttural moan comes from deep in his chest.

Pulling his head from your neck he presses kisses all over your face before taking your lips in his again, kissing you deeply, passionately. Licking into you deliberately, taking his time. Then he starts gently pulling from you, moving in and out of you at a languid pace. His tenderness makes your heart sing, his pace is consistent, unrelenting, and makes your head spin.

Lips parting from yours he moves to your ear, whispering praises to you, “sweet girl – ngh – sweet cunt, tastes so sweet – mph – sounds you make are so sweet.” Soft clapping noises are filling the room.

The sounds in the room are a mix of the slapping of skin against skin and the wet noises your cunt is making. It’s making him dizzy, he’s holding back, being gentle and sweet, always trying to remember to be careful with you.

“Grandmaster – hah – harder please, I want more, want all of it.” You tell him, trying to encourage him to let go, to fuck you how he pleases. Like how he promised.

“Mphh – fucken, whatever you want, sweet girl – shiii” He kisses your cheek, before moving his head back a bit.

One of his hands braces behind your head on the bed, the other grabs your hip, holding you against him tightly. He spreads his knees slightly and then he’s fucking into you at such an unforgiving velocity it leaves you breathless, weepy moans and whimpers coming out of your mouth in a broken manner.

“How’s – hah ngh – this?” he asks you, smirking cockily at you.

“good, sogood – mph – always so good Grandmaster.”

He speeds up more, something you wouldn’t have thought possible, “never letting you go, mine, you’re fucken – ngh – mine now, sweet girl.”

You feel overwhelmed, his words, the speed of his thrusts, the strength of them, it’s making you cry. Bi-Han notices and laughs, “too fucken much for you? Mmph – look so cute when you cry.”

You nod your head, eyes glassy as you look at him, tears slipping from the corner of your eyes. His smile is filled with pride, he loves that look on your face, never wants to forget it.

Your hand is grabbing onto his forearm by your head, the other scratching at his back, the feeling of your nails digging into his skin has him moaning. He looks down your bodies, watching where you connect.

“I’ve missed the way your – ngh – little cunt creams around me – mph,” he mumbles out, words slurring together, he’s getting closer to cumming.

Your pussy tightens around him, almost impossibly so, “cumming, mm cumming – hah–” You warn him, gasping moans leaving you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuck – nghh – you feel sooo – ngh,” He’s cumming too, pumping you full of his cum.

He keeps fucking it into you until you tell him it’s too much, then he’s leaning down and wrapping his arms around you. He takes you with him as he rolls onto his back. Leaving you resting on top of him, his cock still inside you, both of your releases leaking from your hole.

“Mmmm, I’ve missed you. Couldn’t say it earlier, might’ve counted as sweet talking” He whispers against you.

Your heart leaps at his confession, “I missed you too, a lot.”

“We aren’t ever doing this stupid competition ever again.” He looks you firmly in your eyes, trying to drive home his point.

“Yes, Grandmaster.” You joke with him.

But he groans in response, and you can feel his cock hardening inside you, it has you blushing and tucking your head into his neck, hiding your face.

He chuckles at you, “Shouldn’t have deprived me, it’s gonna be a long night for you, sweet girl, I’m nowhere near done with you and your sweet little cunt.”

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A/N: Oh mi gosh, 🤭 Bi-Han went a lil crazy in this. I make no apologies, you asked, and I supplied. And again I’m glad so many people enjoyed my first part. I say this every time but please if you want another part, or if you have any thoughts, feelings, ideas, requests, please reach out! I love hearing from everyone, and I am more than happy to interact with people.

Part three

One lovely @belle-oftheball34 asked to be tagged, so here ya go <33

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You got some time?

Pairing: Carol Danvers x AFAB Spider person!reader

Warning(s): smut ;) , flirty Carol, reader is also kinda a flirt, CAPTAIN KIIIINK, Carol using her powers in you in you, degradation, moderate fluff, Dom Carol is a warning itself.

Summary: The Captain's got some free time on her hands and so do you, you decide to have a night out because superheroes don't get many of those. As the night goes on, Carol decides time isn't the only thing she wants her hands on and you have the exact same idea.

Word count: 3.4k

I know, I know, I have requests to finish but my brain would not let me write them until I finished this one. I will get to the requests soon! I swear😔

Happy kinktober btw!!!! One of the best times of the year if I do say so myself😌 I obviously didn't participate in all 30 days bc I've tried in previous years, and it did not work out Haha, but here's at least one fic for Kinktober before it ends!

Side note for story purposes: I know a lot of people have their own spider personas with suits they made for them, which might I add, I've loved looking at all the artwork of! Buuuut, just so one or two of the scenes make sense, the reader's mask is kinda like Jessica drew's. The one in the comics, not across the spider verse just so we're clear. Like, the nose, mouth, and chin are open and the reader's hair is out from the top.

~~~~18+ MINORS DNI~~~~

You swung through the streets of Queens, smiling as you saw people point at you excitedly.

You were doing your evening rounds and all was looking quiet, thankfully.

You swung onto a rooftop and landed gracefully.

You had to say, you loved New York City. You grew up with the sounds of cars honking all night outside your window, you found it to be charming rather than annoying.

On top of all the warm memories and friends you made in the city, one of your favorite things in the world, nothing could beat the view of the sun setting behind all the buildings and skyscrapers from a rooftop.

"It never gets old does it?" You heard a woman's voice behind you.

You turned around as she landed, recognizing her voice.

"Carol" You smiled.

"Hey spider girl." She smiled at you, using one of your titles endearingly.

"Captain." You said right back.

If you weren't staring at her so intensely, you wouldn't have caught the slight falter in her confidence as she looked away, clearing her throat before looking back at you.

However, before you could comment on it she locked eyes with you once more and spoke.

"I'm kind of jealous you've had this view all your life." She spoke quietly, moving to stand next to you and gaze over the view you had previously been looking at.

You turned around and smiled.

"Yeah, well I bet nothing beats space." You smirked and nudged her with your elbow.

She chuckled, turning back to look at you.

"It's not all that, lots of emptiness and darkness if I'm being honest, and I miss the people."

She turned back to the sunset before continuing.

"I like this much better." She sighed.

The sun shone a beautiful golden light onto her face. As the wind blew through her hair, the sun made it shine even more golden than it already was.

"Yeah, me too." You said softly.

She turned to you and smiled, a faint blush reaching her cheeks as she realized what you meant.

"Ew you’re so cliché," she punched your arm lightly, causing you to laugh.

"So everything clear on your front?" She asked, turning to you.

"Yup, just finished my evening rounds. There's no sign of any supervillains, and I left a guy webbed to a pole for the cops. Surprisingly quiet other than that." You shrugged.

She chuckled causing you to smile at the sound.

"Well, it's all quiet on my end as well, sooooo...." She wiggled her eyebrows at you.

"Soooo?" You responded curiously.

"Come on! We finally both have some free time, let's do something together!" She exclaimed.

It was true, you usually didn't have free time, and when you did, Carol wasn't free.

After thinking about it for a minute, you agreed.

"Alright, what did you have in mind?" You smiled, causing her to jump in the air and clap.

"How abouuuut, we watch a movie?" She pitched after calming down.

"Hmm okay, what kind of movie?" You asked absentmindedly walking up the side of the water tower that was on the roof.

Carol lifted her head to watch you as she mused.

"What about a rom-com?" She asked with faux innocence.

You stopped in your tracks as you stood upside down from under the water tower.

You attached a web to the underside and slowly descended, still upside down, till you were in front of Carol, her eyes following you the whole way down.

"A rom-com you say?" You smirked.

"Yeah, why not?" She shrugged.

"What's with the smirk?"

"Nothing, nothing....So is this like...a date?" You swung lightly, your hair swaying with you.

"So rom-com equals date to you?" She smirked.

"No, but you specifically asking me to watch a rom-com with just you, feels like a date."

"Okay, then what if it was a date?" She shrugged.

"Then I wouldn't be mad" You smiled, still hanging upside down, but stopping your swaying.

"Then it's a date." She said, moving closer to you, while watching your lips.

"Isn't this a bit cliché?" You whispered with a playful smile, referencing her earlier comment.

"What, you want me to be upside down too?" She joked.

You laughed before stealthily turning yourself upright and landing on the floor, letting go of your web.

"I mean we haven't even been on the date yet, Danvers." You chuckled.

"Fair enough, I can wait." She said coolly.

"Who said I was kissing you at all tonight?" You shot back.

"I just have a feeling," she smirked before turning to walk away from the water tower.

You followed her, smiling at her confidence.

"You look good in the mask by the way." She added, not turning around.

Your face felt hot at her unexpected compliment.

"Th-Thanks" You cursed yourself for stuttering.

She looked over her shoulder and smirked at your response.

"No problem, so, I'll meet you at the theater on 37th avenue?" She asked, turning around to face you and slowly walking backwards.

"Yeah, sure." You confirmed.

"I'm gonna wear something nice tonight." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"Wow, the great Captain Marvel dressing up all for me!?" You gasped, over-exaggerating your reaction with your hand over your chest.

She stopped walking backwards.

"Not for you, it's just been a while since I dressed up." She rolled her eyes.

"Come onnnn, admit it! It's mostly for me." You smirked and crossed your arms as you finally stood in front of her.

"Well I'll admit one thing, you're special." She winked.

You felt your chest swell with warmth and you smiled like an idiot.

"Alright then, I'll dress up a bit too." You thought about what to wear.

"Oh? That sounds promising." Carol smirked before you saw her body start to glow with energy.

"See you soon?" She asked with a raised brow and she started to lift off the ground.

"See you soon, captain." You smiled and saluted her.

She smirked before flying off the opposite way of you.

"What. A. Woman." You sighed aloud to yourself with your hands on your hips before swinging towards your house.

When you get home you fretted over what to wear.

You didn't wanna go overboard, but it was a date, Carol also said she was dressing up...

You settled with a red button up, the first 2 buttons unbuttoned, tucked into black jeans with suspenders, topping it off with your favorite black chuck Taylors.

"Wow I look so gay." You chuckled to yourself.

You stepped outside your house and put your portable suit that Tony gave you in your pocket.

You didn't like wearing it that much, preferring the suit you designed yourself, but hey, when duty calls....

You got into the Uber you had ordered and gave the driver the address of the theater.

When you got there, you saw Carol already waiting outside, and boy did your jaw drop.

She was wearing a suit with a bow tie, her hair was in waves, and she topped it all off with shiny black dress shoes.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled when she saw you get out of the car.

"Jesus Christ Carol, I thought I was gonna be overdressed." You gaped at her.

She looked at you with a smirk.

"You look extremely good, trust me"

"And you look like you're going to a movie premier." You laughed.

"Hey, like I said, I don't get to dress up often. This was just hanging in my closet collecting dust." She gestured to her suit.

"Well in any case, you look absolutely stunning, Carol." You smiled at her, barely managing to keep your jaw shut as you glanced over her once again.

"Thank you, you as well. That outfit really...suits...you" She winked, giving you a nudge.

You rolled your eyes at her pun referring to her own outfit.

"God, you are so corny." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Come on, you loved it." She laughed.

You cracked a smile.

"Okay yeah, it was cute." You laughed along with her.

"Oh, so you think I'm cute?" She smirked.

"Oh shut up! Lets just go buy the movie tickets before all the good seats are taken." Your face heated up, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the theater as she laughed, letting you drag her.

The two of you bought tickets to a rom-com that was currently playing in theaters.

People stared at the two of you, or maybe just Carol, but nobody had the guts to come up to either of you when they saw her hand around your waist.

You made your way into the theater with minimal distractions, the only one being a little girl saying hello to Carol and high fiving her.

You had smiled fondly at the cute interaction.

"I'm actually excited, I wanted to see this movie if I'm being honest." You explained excitedly.

"Well then, I'm glad we came." Carol said as you made your way to your seats.

The two of you had come in a bit late so the lights were dim and the trailers were playing.

When you sat down Carol immediately held your hand, causing heat to slap your face as you looked at your intertwined hands.

She smiled at you as you looked up to meet her eyes, which were already watching you.

"You're adorable you know?" Carol confessed to you in a hushed whisper.

"I could say the same thing about you." You smiled.

She smiled back, but before she could say anything else, the theater went dark and the movie began to play.

"Oh shit it's starting!" You whispered excitedly, moving your attention to the screen.

The two of you watched the movie mostly in silence, occasionally, you would feel Carol's thumb lightly brushing your hand, or you would make an energetic comment about whatever was happening in the movie.

You were secretly a movie buff, and Carol thoroughly enjoyed getting to see that side of you revealed.

When the movie ended, you filed out of the theater along with everyone else and it was dark outside.

You looked up at the moon, shining brightly through the clouds.

"We should do this more often." Carol broke the silence, bringing your attention back to her.

"What, go on dates?" You chuckled.

"I mean of course, but also, Just you and me, hanging out, no pressure, no crazy aliens coming after us, no big fights, or catching criminals. Just, having a good time. It's nice." She smiled.

Your heart warmed at the sincerity In her voice.

"Yeah, I'd like that too Carol." You grinned at her, stopping in your tracks and putting your hands in your pockets.

"And... I'd even go as far as to say I like you." You said softly as you smiled at the ground.

You looked back up at Carol and she had the biggest grin on her face and her cheeks were flushed.

You laughed loudly at her silent reaction.

"What?"

"I like you too." She simply said.

"I like you a lot." She moved closer toward you causing your heart to flutter.

"So what do you suppose we do about it, I mean, now that it's out in the air and all that." You nonchalantly waved your hands in the air.

She chuckled as she walked towards you until she had you backed up into an alleyway you hadn't even noticed you were by.

Before you could get a word out, she grabbed you by the arm and pushed up against the wall, kissing you passionately.

You practically melted into the kiss.

"Oh, I've been dreaming about that." Carol said breathlessly as she pulled away lightly.

You didn't say anything for a moment, your brain still processing what had just happened.

"Wanna come over?" You asked her quickly just as she was about to speak up.

She cocked and eyebrow and smirked.

"I'm down."

You practically dragged her down the street before hailing a taxi that was parked on the side of the road.

"Are you working?" You asked the driver through the window.

He nodded and you got in the car, Carol getting in after you.

"Someone's in a hurry." Carol smirked, putting her hand on your upper thigh.

Your head shot down to look at her hand as you saw it glow with energy, you felt it warm your skin through your jeans.

You looked at her, biting your lip to hold in a groan.

As soon as the Taxi stopped outside your apartment, you thanked the driver and got out of the car.

You walked to your apartment holding Carol's hand the whole time.

You pressed the elevator button and got in, thankfully no one else was in there.

There was a charged silence between the two of you as you watched the numbers on the elevator until Carol broke it.

"You want me to fuck you? Hard or soft? Fast or slow?" Carol said with a confident smirk.

Your eyes widened as you looked at her and she cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh shut the fuck up, Danvers." You grabbed her and smashed your lips against hers, moaning lightly.

You felt her smile against your lips before you heard the ding of the elevator, causing the two of you to quickly separate.

You speed walk to your door, ripping your keys out of your pocket, almost dropping your Stark spider suit before you shoved it into the keyhole and turned it, unlocking your door.

Carol pushes you inside and slams your back into the door to close it.

You let out a gasp as the motion winds you and Carol has an open lusty smile as her lips barely touch yours and she reaches next to you to lock the door.

After locking the door, Carol makes quick work of untucking and unbuttoning your shirt, feeling up your body.

She lets out a little excited sound as she watches you react to her touch.

"I know it was only our first date and kiss today but, I would like your permission to absolutely ruin you tonight." Carol asks, looking into your dazed eyes.

You nod without hesitation.

"Do anything you want to me, Captain." You groan.

You watch as her eyes get wild and a lustful expression graces her face.

Carol attaches her lips to your neck and immediately starts marking you. You feel her moan against your skin as she sucks on it.

Your moans fill the space of your apartment even more as she squeezes your chest underneath the sports bra while she works on your neck.

Once she is satisfied with her work, she plays with your hardened nipples as she whispers hotly into your neck, her warm breath contrarily leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"You're so pretty like this baby." She moves her thigh in between yours and pushes you down onto it.

You gasp out as you start moving your hips against her muscular thigh.

"Mmm that's it, just like that baby."

You watch as she pulls back and holds you up against the wall as she watches your hips working her thigh with her mouth hanging open.

You slip your hand into her pants and she lets out a moan when you start rubbing tight circles on her clit.

Carol closes her eyes in pleasure and moans loudly as you slip your fingers into her already soaking wet core, moving your hips fast against her thigh as she jerks her hips against your fingers.

Before the two of you get too lost in the pleasure Carol halts her movements, as well as yours. Before you open your mouth to protest, she looks you in the eyes and you see that they've darkened, her pupils blown out.

"As much as I'd like both of us to cum right here, right now, we should take this to the bedroom." She chuckles breathily as she pants.

"Mmmm, a modest lady huh?" You smirk as she helps you stand up straight again before you lead her to your bedroom.

"Hey, it's our first time, I want it to be amazing." She holds your hand.

You look at her and smile as you lead her into your bedroom, your heart feeling warm from her revelation.

"Me too," you nod.

"But I also need you to fuck me like... really bad." You add.

"I can absolutely do that " Carol smirks as both of you start to remove your shirts.

"Tell me how bad you want it." Carol whispered in your ear.

"Fuck, I want it so bad..." You groaned, your forehead falling against her neck as you breathed heavily.

Carol pushed you till the back of your knees hit the bed and you sat down, looking up at her.

"Fuck, those eyes... tell me princess, you want my fingers in you?" She asked, cocking her head as she slowly got down on her knees in front of you.

"God yes, I want your fingers-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Carol had pulled your pants down and moved your underwear to the side, shoving two of her long fingers into you.

You gasped, your mouth hanging open while you stared at her with furrowed brows.

"I already knew the answer." She smirked.

"God, could you just shut up and-"

She pushed her fingers in deeper, all the way to her knuckles and you let out a choked moan.

"hmm? What was that baby?" She held her smirk, still standing on her knees.

You laid down, your back hitting the bed roughly as you slid down a little, pushing your core closer to her.

"F-fuck you.." You gasped as she pulled her fingers out and pushed them all the way back in, reveling in the wet sounds.

"Shit, I could listen to your pretty pussy all day. You'd like that wouldn't you? Me fucking you all day?" She cooed.

You nodded aggressively, panting as the pace of her fingers started to quicken.

"Yeah? Oh I know, you love being fingered like a slut huh?" Carol started to pant.

You don't know what came over you but you moaned loudly,

"C-captain!"

Carol's eyes went wild and you felt warmth and a little buzz inside you.

You gasped out,

"Holy fuck!!" Your legs felt like they were going numb.

"Call me that again." She growled lowly, the pace of her fingers quickening.

You looked down at her and saw her hand glowing, before letting your head fall back and arching your back.

"Captain, fuck... don't stop." You moaned loudly.

"That's right, let your captain know how good she's making you feel. I can feel your slutty pussy practically sucking my fingers in." She moaned.

And she was right, you could feel yourself clenching around her fingers tightly as you rapidly approached your high.

"Yeah, oh god, I'm- you're gonna make me cum, Captain... Please... It feels so good, you make me feel so good...Please make me cum." You moaned in between pants.

"As you wish, princess." She smirked, her fingers combined with the warmth of her inside you sending you over the edge.

Carol continued thrusting her fingers deep inside you, watching your face as you writhed in pleasure, your back arching off the sheets once again as you grabbed the sheets tightly and moaned loudly with your eyes shut tight.

When it was too much to bare due to the sensitivity, you pushed at Carol's hand and she obediently pulled her fingers out.

You watched as her hand stopped glowing and watched her hungry eyes as she panted while examining her fingers coated in your juices.

She brought her fingers to her mouth and stuck her tongue out a little, barely putting her fingers in her mouth.

Once her fingers touched her tongue you watched with furrowed brows and your mouth hanging open as she moaned loudly, closing her eyes and sticking her fingers all the way Into her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around her fingers for a couple of seconds before pulling her fingers out of her mouth with a pop and meeting your eyes.

"Baby, you taste fucking amazing." She breathed out.

You groaned and let your head fall back on to the bed as your breathing started to fall down.

You felt the bed dip next to you and you turned your head, meeting Carol's warm gaze.

"How was that for our first time?" She smirked.

"I think it could've been better." You shrugged jokingly.

"Oh? Well, I guess that means it's time for round two."

[olderthannetfic]

A word wrongly used in fic and even video subs that I see a lot is "alter" when they meant "altar". Those are two different things and I can't help but pause on reading to correct it in my mind. On the other hand, not sure if it's on purpose but in social media posts/comments, I keep seeing "defiantly" when they meant "definitely", "sweaty" when they mean "sweetie", and "licherally" for "literally". I think the latter two are on purpose sarcasm but the "defiantly" I think isn't and it bothers me

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Yup.

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

accidentally in love

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

Summary : so, she said "what's the problem, baby?" what's the problem? I don't know- maybe I'm in love"

Word Count : I called it "mini fics" for a reason hehe

Warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM!athletic!reader, language, reader and Eddie are both (20), Eddie being a dork (im gonna squeeze him), bullying (defending Eddie isn't enough anymore, I need a gun), Jason Carver appearance( A big "ew" I know-), public humiliation, no use of y/n

What to Expect : FLUFFLY FLUFF‼️‼️Childhood!Bestfriends, friends to lovers

Note To Reader : yup- I had another idea, what if Eddie got accidentally hit by a ball and reader gets to help him and while aiding him, he gets all dramatic and reader gets worried and then realizes Eddie is just playing with her- AHHH YOU GET ME?!? also I'm not an athletic, my apologies if it isn't accurate here but I just wanted to have a scene that involves a sport in it

Author Note : I WORSHIP SHREK HERE ON MY PAGE!!!! I DON'T TOLERATE THE HATE TOWARDS IT 😤😤😤😤

Eddie hates P.E classes

Not that he's lazy to participate in tasks like exercises

He doesn't like to get all sweaty and feel tired more than ever after it

He changed into P.E uniform in the boy's locker room

He took a deep breath to stretch his body and warm up for the activity

He's on the bench with his knee jumping up and down while he shuts his eyes as wishes that his teacher won't pick him

"Mr.Munson? Get in the middle of the court, please"

"Damn" he mutters as he begrudgingly gets up from his seat as he walks through his way into the middle

"Alright, Mr.Elrod, take the serve- on this first round"

His classmate takes the volleyball, he is so seriously so focused when he knew the ball would come right at him, he is ready to spike it until he didn't knew behind from his back someone or purposely hit him with another ball that made the upcoming ball falls right from his face making him tumbled down on the floor

Even though volleyballs are softer than basketballs, it isn't supposed to hurt much but the impact from the both balls are really strong

He groans from the pain that he's feeling behind the back of his head and his elbows

"What a show! Munson!" Jason shouts through the gymnasium his voice echoes while he cackles as the other students laughed with him

Eddie grimaces as he tries to sit up slowly avoiding any part of his body that is hurting

"Oh, go to hell! Jason!" A familiar voice coming from his behind, he can hear the sneakers squeaking on the floor, he was to turn his head around to look up who it is-

"I'll help you get up"

A hand was hanging across from his face as he raises his head to the girl who is bending down slightly, standing next to him

A sweet smile sitting on your face, offering him a hand

He stares at you suddenly all of the needling pain has gone out of the window

Your smile never left your face while you gesture to your hand

He feels like he knew you, but he might be wrong

He blinks and shyly takes your hand, the moment he finally gets to stand on his own feet, you help him to balance himself

He rips his hand off from you as if it's a crime to held hands with a outcast like him

You noticed it, of course, you understood why, he did it

A part of you, slightly disappointed that he couldn't remember you?

You saw his elbow had a fresh cut from the fall and his head needed to put an ice bag on it because you can tell that he winces deep inside

"Mr.Barlowe, I'll take Eddie at the nurse's office"

Eddie raises both of his eyebrows in surprise, he isn't used to having kindness towards him

"Okay, you both can be excused, you can do the activity tomorrow"

You walked with him on the way to the nurse's office

He take chances to glance at you, the moment he recognizes you

You looked at him, the color from his face are all gone looking pale as ever

"Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm good" he clears his throat, avoiding your eyes

You stare at him for awhile as you turned around to open the nurse's office

He gets even more nervous that you and him are both alone in the room

"Hey, uh- listen- you don't have to do this"

He watches you as you get the first aid kit and other things that you needed

He's waiting for your response, you sat down on the chair, pulled one for him and placed your things on the small table

"I want to help you because I want to" you gesture at the chair

He hesitates for a second, he closes the door behind him and he sats down

You grab the ice bag, holding out for him as you say

"Put this where it hurts" you say as you wash and sanitize your hands

"T-Thanks" he murmurs as he swallowed nervously

"Let me see"

You perk up at eyebrow at him pointing to his elbow as he show it to you

You click your tongue "That asshole, Jason" you shook your head, your face is scrunched up in annoyance

His eyes softens the way you took care of him, your eyebrows knitted together for concentration as you dab the cotton balls with alcohol on the wounded area

"How you're feeling? Any improvements?" You ask while tearing a new band-aid

He's leaning on the table, his head is tilted a little as he watches you work, he blinks when he finally registered that you're talking to him

"The ice helps" he blurted out

You smirked

"Eddie, you don't have to be nervous around me, you're acting like we don't know each other!" you chuckled as you placed the band-aid on his cut

He tenses and his cheeks blooms red

"y-you remember that?" he leans closer to you as he removes the ice bag from his head

"Duh!- no- don't take that off!" You giggled from his suddenly cheerful voice as you help him to put the ice bag back from his head

He smiles and his eyes became even more sweeter while he gazes on you

"you're like one of the best partners that I ever had in music class like I'm so lucky that you're my partner on the project that we worked on back in elementary!" You happily reminisce the memory, your eyes gilmmers with such joy and he loves seeing that

"We we're neighbors! and oh- my god- don't tell me that you completely forgotten about that I was also the one who-

"take care of me when I scraped my knee while trying to learn how to ride a bike!"

Eddie finishes your sentence and you widely grinned at him

"and here we are back at it again"

"aaaaaand I'm such a fool for not recognizing you earlier"

"no, it's okay-" you look down fast, you missed the way he always exaggerates his words

"it just that you looked different" he gestures to your face and your clothes

You looked at yourself in the mirror and you shrugged "Yeah- I get that a lot"

You continue to talk as you cleaned up as you discarded the wipes, cottons, wrapper from the table

"I may look different but I won't forget the people who were very dear to me"

He watches your every move, how come he didn't remember- the girl who has always been in his heart since day one

"Especially, the ones who are nice to me" you flick back your hair as you fixed your jogging pants rolling up the hems on the bottom

"Eddie, you don't have to be nervous around me, you're acting like we don't know each other!"

Your voice keep replaying inside of his head as he lights up an idea

He wants to take the risk if somehow and he hopes that you still harboring feelings for him just the way like he do for years

"Ah! It hurts!" He exclaims as he fell down from his seat while holding his elbow as he pretends that it hurt really bad

Well, technically, yes- it's still excruciating painful but it's not as bad as it was earlier

You gasped and your eyes turn into worry

Your knees are on the floor consoling him

"Oh- my god! Eddie- is there anything that I could do?" You rambled as your eyes roam over at the wounds that you took care for-

Eddie is fighting his smirk for this silly plan to go short-lived, so, he continues to act

"I don't feel so good, I think- I'm gonna die" he dramatically stated as he passes out

"No- N-No -No!" Your voiced cracked as you panicked

You keep nudging him and keep shaking him

"Eddie!"

Still no response

Your mind is scrambled, you lean down to listen to his heartbeat

He peeked his one eye open as he smirks slightly down on your action

As soon as you got back up, he is still unresponsive and his eyes are closed

He didn't knew this little evil plan would work and he is laughing deep inside and he really just wants to burst it out anytime sooner

You're just kneeling there and try to look everywhere to help him wake up but you can't moved easily because you're so frantic that it might get even more worse, so-

There is only one thing to wake up him like fast

Somehow, Eddie's acting made you believe that he is unconscious

Your breathing is getting more ragged and your hands are now clammy

Your eyes are misty because this is not just some random person, you know this person

He's your childhood bestfriend

Your path in life and your socialization, maybe different but your bond you shared together?

It will never drift and won't ever fade away

You wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world

Even, you don't hang out that much often, you still and will always cared for him

If only he knew

You pull him close to your body as you carefully hold his head, cradling into your arms

If only he could see the way your eyes sparks speaks the unspoken words that you really wanted to say after all these years

You went with it, both of your lips touched, you lean down and kiss him

Your eyes widen, the second you kissed him, he kisses you back

His eyes flutter open slowly

You can see that he is surprised too but the moment is over when you saw the mischievous glint on his eyes

And oh my fucking god, that smirk, that you always knew

The humiliation and the recognition crosses your beautiful features

As Eddie's grin grows more bigger that his dimples show, you always loved his dimples

Your cheeks are hot on fire, you swallowed shyly as he tries to get up still limping a little bit

You duck your head down as you sat back on the chair

The moment you heard him snickered, you frown at him

You glare your eyes on him as he throws his head back in laughter

You playfully push his chest as he laughs even more harder

"You! Infuriating devious monster!" You angrily whisper-shouted at him- that you almost went out with your full voice as you remembered that you're in school

He chuckles at your state- his devilishly charming smirk sitting on his face as you rolled your eyes at him

As you moved yourself away from him, he catches your hands pulling you closer to him as you blushed at his action

Your heart stuttered and you blinked rapidly

"I just wanted to ask you out on a date-"

You scoffed at him ignoring the way you feel all fuzzy at his announcement

"Are you serious? You pulled that stunt to just ask me out on a date?" You ripped your hands off of him as you step behind back

He shyly admits "Yeah" as he flashes you a cute smile and those doe eyes again

"You liked it, don't you?" He says as he tilts his head at you with a smug smile

You shake your head as you avoid his eyes, the nerve of this man

"Liked what?" You snarky replied back as you raised an eyebrow

You know what he's referring to but you're too embarrassed to admit since

It's confirmed, that you also do like him and that shocks you that you thought after all this time, you're the only one who is falling for him

It turns out that you both did since day one, you and him are just caught up with all of the life that's been going on

You both didn't get the chance to catch up until now

He teases you about the way you fight to not to look at his eyes

Your lips curled into a smile, he points it out

"Oh! See! I knew it! I got a smile, so- that means, Yes" he proudly nods as he dust off shoulder as you giggled

"You're still not forgiven though"

"Aww, you know what- maybe- I should got into another accident so I could get another-" he makes a kissy face at you as you laughed

"Or you could-" you pretend to think for a second

"I could make an exception"

"Ooh? How? Do tell" you sparked interest at him

He walks closer to you, it all seems too much and it couldn't get any easier of your overwhelming feelings at the same time

Your heart hops into so much happiness

"I could do better"

"Do better at what?"

He kisses you once again as you squealed that he caught you off guarded, you kissed him back as you closed your eyes as he sighs in content, his heart soars the way you pulled his shirt much more closer to you as he deepens the kiss

A sudden knock at the door, you pulled away from each other as the room filled with silly giggles from the both of you

"Hello? If you're both still in there, you should get on with your next class, young lady" your P.E teacher spoked outside as you tried to cover your mouth to stop giggling so bad

Eddie tries to mimick the teacher mannerisms as you hold your stomach, you must resist not to cackle while your teacher is still there

"Or it's detention for the both of you"

"I'll choose that anytime" he jokingly whispers as you poke his sides with your elbow

As soon you heard the receding footsteps, you looked at each other and that's where it all let out the suppressed laughter

"you think you can continue to attend classes now?" Your laughter died down as you try to catch up with your breath

"Yeah, I do, thanks to you" he winks at you

You became flustered as you roll your eyes at him again as you tuck your hair behind your ear

You grab your stuff and set everything aside from the nurse's office

As you both went outside of the room, he hugs you from the behind as you melt with it, a fond smile is on your lips

"I love you"

Your heart skyrocketed to his admission as he pulled back as he also couldn't believe of what he just did

"I love you, too, so much" your words are so soft spoken that it almost like it's only for him to hear

His gaze became even more lovingly as he cheesily smiles as raises his fist up in victory as you chuckled to his antics

"Sundaes and French Fries?" He says as he offers his forearm for you to hold as you gladly accept

"Just like the good old days"

You both went straight to your classes sharing the same looks and smiles across both of your faces

:))

[queen-of-boops]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @rebelrayne!

How many works do you have on ao3?

I have 57 somehow.

What's your total ao3 word count?

669,991

What fandoms do you write for?

LITG

Top five fics by kudos:

Like No One's Watching (Ozzy/MC)

Truly, Madly, Deeply (Bobby/MC)

Leather and Lace (Lucas/MC)

Deep Dive (Levi/MC)

Uninhibited (multiple pairings)

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I used to never respond, but I love it now. If someone's taking the time to read my fic and comment, I want to let them know how much it means to me.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Missed Messages, but hey, the prompt was unhappy ending.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ummm, most of them tbh. I love fluff and almost always give my characters a happy ending. Maybe How I Met Your Mother just because it's set so far in the future compared to when they met.

Do you get hate on fics?

I have, but I wouldn't say it's consistent.

Do you write smut?

Lol, yup. All of my most popular fics have smut and one is entirely smut.

Craziest crossover:

Craziness might be a stretch, but I have an Are You The One? crossover and started posting my Too Hot To Handle crossover last week.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, but not in LITG

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not a fic, no.

All time favourite ship?

Outside of just any of my favorites/MC, the one ship I will always read is Lucas/Henrik.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

It's not even a WIP cause there's nothing written down, but a Levi Villa fic.

What are your writing strengths?

Always a hard one to answer, but I'd say FTL fluff or emotional smut.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptors and metaphors, they always fight me.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

It's fine as long as it serves a purpose. Like nicknames and curses are fine, but two characters having a full conversation in a language they both understand isn't really necessary imo.

First fandom you wrote in?

Lovelink

Favourite fic you've written?

Deep Dive. I just love Levi, love the trope and setting, and adore my OC in that fic.

Tagging: @lucas-koh @i-boop-you

[the-hidden-writer]

A Piece of True Fiction: Chapter 13

An Alan Wake 2 fic. Spoilers for Alan Wake 2!

Summary: Aleksi Kesä manages to slip out of the spiral and film he was trapped in.

Saga Anderson, caught in the middle of Wake's horror story, finds a man that looks identical to her partner in the middle of the woods. He's lost, confused, and only seems to speak Finnish. Saga has to try and uncover the truth as well as trying to save her family. Where did he come from? How did he get here?

And where's her Casey?

Chapter Summary: Saga asks Ilmo for help. Words: 2,457 AO3 Link: [Here!] [First part] [Previous part] [Next part]

A Piece of True Fiction

Chapter 13: Brotherhood

“So let me get this straight. Alex Casey, who is real and was partnered on the case with you, is trapped in the lake right now.”

“Yup.”

“And this is because the man in there, the one you busted your ass to save, is a metaphysical conjuration from the Threshold under the lake and took his place.”

“Mhmm.”

“And you’re in possession of a potential Object of Power- which is a whole other conversation we need to have, by the way- that Wake says he’s bound to and can use to ‘fix’ what you claim to be a false rewritten reality, originally written by Wake himself but edited by his, quote, ‘evil doppelgänger’?”

Saga cringes. Having the facts laid out straight in her head made everything seem straightforward, but hearing it spoken back to her starts to make her feel as crazy as she sounds. Still not as crazy as Wake, at the very least.

“If you mean the Clicker, then yeah, that's right. And I’m just passing on what Wake said,” she answers.

Estevez continues to hear her out, though not without a heavy slice of doubt.

“But you won't give it to him now because… why?”

Now that’s a question with a simple answer.

“Because I don't think losing Casey is something he wrote into his story. Maybe he can fix his own mistakes- he’d better- but I don't know how he’d be able to fix something he doesn't know anything about. Or maybe he could, but I can't risk Casey’s life like that.”

“So you want to perform a ritual on… ‘Kesä’, did you say?”

“That's right.”

“Okay, yet another paranatural crime right there but… fine, I digress. So this ritual, the one the Cult of the Tree has been performing, is one where you want to take out his heart to purposely infect him with the Shadow and somehow exchange him for Casey?”

“It’s something like that, but that's why I need to talk to Ilmo to figure out the specifics.”

Estevez shakes her head. “Okay, I can't brush that one off. Rituals are dangerous as is, but in an uncontrolled environment? This ritual is murder, Anderson.”

“He’s not real,” Saga counters, not dwelling on the way Estevez speaks of the concept of rituals with what sounds like experience.

“According to who?”

“Alan Wake.”

Estevez frowns. She takes a breath and looks Saga directly in the eye.

“I know how it all sounds,” Saga says with a wince before Estevez gets the chance to say anything. “I just don’t know what else I can do. I followed Wake’s directions with Nightingale's heart and that ritual worked, so I just need to trust that it’ll work again a second time.”

“I don’t like this, Anderson. Not one bit.”

“Neither do I,” Saga admits. “But I have to try.”

There are a few tense moments of Estevez simply staring at her. Her eyes scan over her face as if looking for something in particular. Saga shows no pretense. She doesn’t like this, but she’s determined and she’s going to try whether she gets permission or not.

Estevez seems to realize that and releases a resigned sigh. “Alright. Go talk to Koskela. You have me as backup as long as you deny my involvement, if it comes to it.”

“Thank you,” Saga says, and she means it from the bottom of her heart. She can tell that Agent Estevez must be going against her bureau’s rules by helping her, so she’s grateful for the sentiment.

Estevez shakes her head. “Just go. And be careful.”

Saga doesn’t need to be told twice. She leaves Estevez with one last grateful nod before the smile slips away from her face. It’s immediately back to business. She’s given up all hope for any sort of break until this is all over.

Or until she dies. But as long as Logan’s life is in danger, dying isn’t an option.

She enters the cell block.

Inside, the air is stale and carries the faint stench of vomit. It’s as dark as ever, though upon entering her eyes are able to make out the figure hunched-over on the bench of one of the nearer cells.

Saga approaches warily.

“I’m sorry,” a voice says from further down. Wake. “I tried eating but it’s been so long and… I-I couldn’t… I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up.”

She doesn’t have eyes on Wake, meaning he most likely doesn’t have eyes on her yet. She can hear him shuffling around, probably trying to get a look at who just walked in. This time, however, Saga isn’t interested in Wake.

Ilmo slowly lifts his head from where it had been resting on his knees to look up at her and Saga notices that he’s abandoned his hat. His eyes are red and swollen and his deep frown exudes a silent fury.

“Where is he?” he asks in a low voice.

He knows. Saga can tell that he knows about Jaakko. She doesn’t know how he knows, whether it be through supernatural means or simply the instincts of an identical twin, but he knows. 

She won’t hide it from him.

“I’m sorry,” is all she says.

“Saga?” Wake calls suddenly, his voice immediately perking up. “Is that you? Did you find the Clicker?”

Saga just observes Ilmo like a hawk, as if he’s the only other person in the room. The man is eerily silent.

Then he slams the metal cot with his fist with a loud clang and swears loudly, before a sob bursts out of him and he begins to mutter mournfully to himself in Finnish.

“I’m sorry,” Saga says again. Her twisted heart constricts even more because she’d been there at the time, and the guilt of not being able to save Jaakko returns full-swing as she watches his brother react to the news. In any FBI case, not just this one, informing the family of any deceased is the hardest part. Especially as a mother herself.

Ilmo wipes a hand over his face, leaving a slight sheen on his skin. He stands and walks over toward the bars. Saga has to once again fight the urge to take a step back. It’s surprising how much a hat (or, lack of) can change a person’s energy.

His fingers curl around the metal bars and he presses his face against them.

“How?” he grits out.

“He fell into Huotari Well,” Saga answers honestly. Her skin prickles from the tension in the limited space between the two of them. He's still acting in an aggressive way that seems strange to her, but she lets it slide knowing that grief can change a person. Ilmo curses again. He takes a few steps away from the bars and Saga releases the breath she’d been holding. 

Alan calls out to her again. She continues to ignore him.

“I am truly, truly sorry, Ilmo. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling.”

His eyes snap up to meet hers alongside a curt response. “No, you can’t.”

She’s sure he didn’t mean it, but the comment pierces into her heart and cracks it open like an eggshell, revealing her suppressed emotion hidden inside. She does understand. Her daughter, her only child, is dead because of this stupid fucking story. She knows the feeling and, though she’d said she didn’t at first to be polite, anyone insinuating that she doesn’t makes her very, very angry.

Straight away, she quenches the feeling. She has to keep a clear head. She forces herself to speak levelly.

“I promise I’ll give you time to mourn later, but right now I really need your help. I need to perform a ritual.”

That seems to catch Ilmo’s attention. “What?”

“Saga?” Alan calls inquisitively. Saga can see him peering through the bars.

Ilmo also glances in his direction and sends him a scowl (was that a growl? What’s going on with him?) before turning back to Saga, suspicious. “Why? What sort of ritual, what are you doing?”

“The ritual with the heart that the cult have been doing. I need to give someone to the Dark Presence and have them be Taken to get someone back in return.”

Ilmo, tear-stricken face and all, looks at her with utter incredulousness.

“Okay, now I’m confused. You said like a whole three different things there.”

It’s Saga’s turn to feel confused. “What do you mean?”

“The ritual we’ve been doing involves a heart, sure,” Ilmo explains, “but why do you want to make Taken? The heart ritual is to kill them using the switch- or the Clicker, I guess. The second they emerge from the lake, we kill them. We protect the community. We're the good guys. What kind of a cult calls themselves a cult?”

That… makes a lot of pieces fall into place. Things hadn’t been lining up in Saga’s Mind Place, although reframing all the evidence with the idea that the Cult of the Tree were killing Taken helps it make much more sense.

“And if you’re trying to trade in one person for another, then uh… that’s a whole other thing.”

“That’s the one I need.” Saga says with no hesitation.

Ilmo visibly pales, even under the darkness of the cell block. “Uh… are you sure?”

“Does it involve dropping a heart into a well?”

“Well… yeah, but-”

“Then I’m sure.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” Alan shouts, his timid confusion finally erupting into explosive anger.

Saga approaches his cell. This time, Ilmo calls after her. “Wait, Saga-"

“I’m getting Casey back,” she tells Wake plainly. “After that, I’ll do as you say so you can bring back my daughter. And Ilmo’s brother.”

“You’re wasting time,” Alan hisses. “I can fix everything if you just give me the Clicker. It’ll let me rewrite reality to whatever you want, it’ll solve everything, just find it and get it to me. And what was that about a ritual?”

“You don’t remember telling me?”

All of Wake’s built up anger seems to evaporate in an instant. “I… huh?”

“I can’t help you.” Ilmo says suddenly, pulling Saga’s attention back toward him.

“You have to,” she says, hurrying back in his direction.

He shakes his head. “No, I can’t. It’s not because I don’t want to help you, I just can’t.”

“Why not?” Saga struggles to mask the frustration in her voice. This isn’t a hurdle she’d been expecting to face.

Ilmo sighs and scratches at his chin. “Okay, this might sound crazy, but Jaakko and I have dreams. Dreams where we’re, uh…”

“Not yourselves?” Saga finishes. “Jaakko explained it to me.”

She watches as Ilmo’s eyes well up with tears and he swallows down his emotion. When he next speaks, his voice is thick. 

“We’ve been fighting,” he says. “I’ve been fighting to not be that man. And that ritual, the one with the heart and the well, I’ve seen it in my dreams. That’s why I can’t help you, Saga. I’m already… I didn’t mean to punch that guy, you tell him that. I just don't want it taking hold of me. I can’t be that man. ”

Saga can see where he’s coming from. She really wants to be able to leave him alone and mourn, but she needs his help. Does she feel guilty and slightly selfish? Yes, she does. At the end of the day, Casey is one man compared to the many that Wake could save if she just gave him the Clicker now.

Except that one man is Casey. It’s the textbook trolley problem and she’s trying to save everyone on those tracks. The odds aren’t in her favor, but she’s going to try. If that means Ilmo has to leave his comfort zone and Estevez has to break a few rules, so be it.

“You won’t be. You aren’t. You won’t have to do it all yourself, I’ll help you where I can. What are the steps?”

She doesn't voice her inner thought that Ilmo is already acting in a more aggressive manner.

Ilmo shifts uncomfortably. “I mean… I guess you’re right. The one in the dream is pretty unique, anyways. It needed a specific guy- the, um… right, the steps. Pretty straightforward. Cut out the heart while he’s- uh, they’re still alive, recite the chant, drop the heart into the well. Sacrifice vanishes and the rescued rises up.” He pauses. “Saga, are you planning on killing someone?”

“Someone that’s already becoming Taken.” It’s a lie, but it’s easier than explaining everything that’s going on with Kesä in one succinct sentence. Plus, if she phrases it like this, it might make Ilmo more inclined to help her.

“Right…” He still sounds hesitant. 

Saga quickly changes the subject. “What’s the chant?”

“In the dream, it’s Finnish. In English it would be something like, um… ‘This is the ritual to lead you on. He returns and you’re locked in the room in turn.’”

All of Saga’s own hesitation about the ritual vanishes at that moment, replaced with relief and a bolster of determination. That’s exactly what she needs and is exactly what the other Wake described. Casey back and Kesä locked back in the Dark Place. She’s on the right track.

“I don’t want to do this, Saga.” Ilmo breaks through her thoughts.

“You’re performing a ritual?” Wake cuts in. “I swear there was something like that… I just can’t fucking remember…”

Saga leaves him to his rambling and tries her best to convey reassurance to the tense Ilmo. “I’ll be in your debt if you help me with this, Ilmo. Then we’ll talk things through and I’ll hear you out about what you and the cult were trying to do.”

“What?!” Alan yelps.

It seems to be against his own better judgment, but eventually Ilmo nods. “Fine, I’ll help. As long as you promise to stop me if I start acting like someone else. I have to be Ilmo Koskela.”

Despite everything, Saga gives him a small smile. “I promise. Thanks, Ilmo Koskela. I’ll have Agent Estevez talk to you about the specifics. I just need to make a quick stop at the nursing home, then we’ll make our way to Coffee World.”

She still fully intends to visit Tor and Odin. It had been her plan originally and Ahti mentioning it gave her the push she needed to actually complete that task.

Ilmo somehow looks even more uneasy at the prospect. “Coffee World? Huotari Well? Fuck, out of all places… You’d better make good on that promise.”

“I will. I’ll see you soon, Ilmo.”

Wake yells after her as she starts to leave. “Saga, wait! This isn’t right!”

Saga leaves. Until she’s ready to hand over the Clicker, she has nothing more to say to him.

aka the one where alan is kept out of the loop (literally? hmmm)

Thanks for reading!

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Scary Movies (CaptainSwan drabble)

requested by @totallyradioactive15

"A scary movie?" Killian asked.

"Yup." Emma said.

"We're intentionally seeking out something to watch tonight- for entertainment purposes- that's going to scare us? I don't see the appeal."

"Well, we could watch something else," Emma smiled, "but there's just something about watching a scary movie," she trailed her fingers along his arm, "something about being scared that just makes you want to cling to someone," she wrapped her arms around his arm, "and just wrap yourself up in their arms."

"Hmm," Killian smiled, tucking his arm around Emma. He kissed her forehead, then whispered, "I'll go make the popcorn."

(a/n and tags under the cut)

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Oblivious

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 6k

Includes- oral, pussy eating, shower sex, sex from behind, wall sex, blow job, cum eating, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"Jung, Wooyoung, I'm going to murder you!", I yell, pounding on the bathroom door

My roommate is a fucking asshole

I told him I was going to take a shower and the little shit ran into the bathroom to get in first

I know he can hear me over the water

I will break the door down if I have to

"Wooyoung! This is an asshole move!"

"Get over it!", he yells

He is so fucking infuriating

Seriously, he's a great roommate and a really good friend but he's fucking irritating

Fuck this

Going into my room, I get a few bobby pins and march back to the bathroom door

Unbending the bobby pins, I stick them in the lock and start moving and jiggling them

Yeah I was a bad kid when I was a teenager

My first boyfriend was a total bad boy and taught me how to pick locks

I wait for the tale tell click, then smirk when I hear it

He's so gonna get it now

He's walked in on me so many times on purpose to fuck with me and now he's gonna know what it feels like

Turning the knob, I slam the door open, it hitting the wall and him yelling in fright

"What the fuck Joanne?"

"You fucking asshole! You knew I was gonna shower and you ran here to get it first like a fucking toddler!"

He looks at me and shrugs, "You snooze you lose"

"Wooyoung!", I shout

"C'mon Jo what do you want from me?"

"Get out!"

"I'm showering!"

"I don't care! This is supposed to be my shower time!"

He raises his eyebrow at me, "Now who's acting like a toddler"

"Wooyoung!"

"Alright. I'm not done yet so just come in"

"Excuse me?", I snap

He sighs dramatically, "Just come in"

"Are you fucking insane?"

He has got to be insane

"God it's not a big deal. You'll get your shower time. I'll leave as soon as I'm done. And it'll save water."

I can't believe this

His suggestion and the fact that I'm thinking about it

But I know nothing will happen

Wooyoung is gay

In the past three years we've lived together, I've only seen him with guys

So I know he won't be affected seeing me naked

Me on the other hand, I'll be turned on

Against my judgement and just being plain stupid, I've fallen for Wooyoung

Of course I know it'll never work

But it's just his personality

Yes he's irritating, immature and annoying in some ways but he's also very sweet, kind and caring

He's been there for me when I needed someone

Comforted me when I was overwhelmed or when I had a break up, hugging me, cuddling me, cooking for me and making me laugh

All those qualities made me feel something I should never have felt for him

I just gotta get over it is all

And while I'll be turned on in the shower with him, I can control myself

And he expects me to say no by his smirk

I'll show him

"Fine", I say, watching his eyes widen and his mouth drop

"Uh ok?", he asks

"Yup. I'm coming in", I say, pulling my shirt over my head

I'm not wearing a bra and I feel exposed but then I remember that I do not turn him on

That makes it easier to do this and next I pull my pj shorts and panties down

Then going to the shower, I open the door and get in

When I turn around to Wooyoung I'm satisfied at his look of disbelief

"Well, I'm here", I announce, trying not to oogle his amazing body

His abs, his chest, his shoulders, his thighs, fuck

I refuse to look at his cock though

There's no use in getting excited and it probably isn't hard anyway so I won't see much

"Move over"

I shove him lightly, stepping under the warm water

At least Wooyoung knows the right temperature to put the water on

It's perfect and just how I like it

"Hey your hogging all the water!"

I snort, moving over a little, "There you big baby"

He stands next to me, under the water too, his body almost touching mine

Our shower is a decent sized, with enough room for both of us

Thank god for that

Ignoring him, I move my fingers in my hair to get every strand wet

I have really long thick hair

Sometimes I love it, sometimes I hate it

Right now I hate it because I know a lot is going to come out

Clumps

Always in the shower

It's frustrating

I feel Wooyoung move closer, reaching over me to get his soap, I guess, when I feel something brush against my thigh

Something hard

I can't help it, I immediately look at his crotch and I am mind blown to see his cock really hard

Like super hard

But how?

He has to be thinking of a guy

Right?

"What?", he asks, a weird tone to his voice

Almost like he's embarrassed but challenging me to say something

Challenge accepted because I can't keep quiet

"You're hard"

"Yeah"

"But how?"

He scoffs, "What do you mean how?"

"Were you thinking of a guy?"

"No"

"Then how?"

He sighs, "You're in here with me"

That doesn't compute

Me being in here shouldn't matter and definitely shouldn't make him hard

"But you're gay"

He closes his eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh

His eyes are on mine when they open and he says, "I am not gay"

Bullshit

I've seen him with guys

Kissing them in clubs

I've heard him with guys in his room

We have gone out together specifically to pick up guys

So what bullshit is he talking about?

"Yes you are"

"No Joanne I'm not", he repeats, "I'm bi"

Bi

That means he-

"I like pussy too. I like eating and fucking pussy just as much as I like dick"

No way

How could I have missed this?

"I've never seen you with a girl before"

"Because when we get to a club and you get a guy you never pay attention to me anymore! You don't see me with girls"

"You never brought one home before", I argue

There is no way I could have missed this

How could I have been so blind?

"Because they don't want to come here. When I tell them I have a roommate they ask his name. And when I tell them your name and you're a girl they don't want to come. It weirds them out. So I go to their place"

Ok that could make sense

It's just hard to wrap my head around

I've always thought he was gay and now that was wrong and I have to think of him in a new way

But even so that doesn't explain one thing

"Ok so you're bi. That still doesn't answer why you're hard"

After another frustrated growl, he pulls me to him, his lips against mine in a kiss

Stars go off in my vision as I feel his soft lips kiss me, his arms move around my waist, his skin against mine

It feels amazing

Nothing like any kissing experience I've had before

"You are so fucking oblivious Jo", he says softly, after he pulls away, pushing my wet hair out of my face, "I'm hard because I want you. Because you're hot. Because your beautiful. Because you turn me on. Because I've wanted you for such a long time"

I hear him but my brain isn't computing what he's saying

When it does, I'm floored

He wants me?

Since when?

He's never shown that he wants me

But he did say I was oblivious

Maybe I was

Maybe he was showing me he wants me but I just took it as him being a good friend because I thought he was gay

Man am I dumb

He kisses my cheek, then whispers in my ear, "Can I have you?"

"Yes", I say automatically

Being with Wooyoung?

One hundred percent fuck yes

He pushes me against the wall, his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth, playing with mine

My arms fly around his neck, kissing him with everything I have in me

And my god, his kiss is literally everything

Everything I ever wanted, everything I could of ever wanted to feel while being kisses

His hands slide down my body to my ass, squeezing hard

Both our hands roam on each other's bodies but our mouths never leave each other's

His lips glued against mine, tongue glues against mine

I move my arms down, touching his shoulders then feeling the muscles in his arms that, fuck, turn me on

God he's so strong

Moving my arms around him, I trail my hands up his back at the same time he does it to me, his fingers leaving fire and heat along every nerve he touches

His lips move to my cheek, then my jaw, then my neck

He leans me against the wall, his kisses spreading to my chest as his hand travels down my stomach going lower and lower

I moan when his fingers touch my clit, moving slowly in circles

His mouth moves down my chest, wrapping around my nipple, sucking softly

"Oh fuck Wooyoung!", I cry, my hands finding their way into hair, weaving into the black strands and tugging

I lean my head against the tiles, his fingers moving down more, two sliding inside my pussy

His fingers slide in and out, stretching me out, feeling so good

With each thrust his fingers move faster and his mouth sucks harder on my nipple

He switches to my other nipple, moaning so loudly, his free hand gripping my now free boob, squeezing

Fuck, he does know what to do with a girl

His mouth spreads kisses in-between my boobs, his tongue licking me, sucking gently

I press his head against my skin, hoping he leaves a mark on me

When he pulls off, I see a pretty purple mark on my skin

And I want more

"More Woo"

He nods, groaning, his mouth leaving purple mark after purple mark on me, a pretty trail going down my body, kneeling the lower he goes

He finishes sucking right above my pussy, his mouth going immediately around my clit, sucking hard and fast

"Wooyoung oh shit", I cry, my legs shaking from the exploding pleasure

He seamlessly moves my leg over his shoulder, not letting go of me, sucking hard, his fingers pressing into my spot

"Fuck", I yell, feeling my cunt completely gush juice from the pleasure

I look down, so turned on seeing his mouth move on me, his eyes closed, moaning like he's the one getting pleasured

God he's so beautiful in-between my legs

I watch his mouth suck desperately, his tongue licking my clit, his fingers massaging my spot

"Woo", I whimper, feeling my orgasm coming, "Wooyoung"

It's like hearing his name spurs him on because he goes harder on me, throwing me head first into an intense orgasm

"Wooyoung!", I shout, coming all over his fingers, pulling his hair hard

Fuck it feels so fucking good

He sucks me through it and the second I'm done, his fingers are out, replaced with his tongue

"Oh god", I whimper, the pleasure still amazing

I feel his fingers spread me open, his tongue darting in and out of my hole, burying as deep as he can when he slide in

I scream from the bliss, my pussy clenching his tongue with every pass

I can't help but watch him eat my pussy, his tongue so fucking amazing

He knows how to eat pussy, I'll give him that

He fucks his tongue into me over and over, his thumb ghosting over my clit bringing me closer and closer

"Please princess, cum on my tongue", he whines, "Fuck you don't know how much I want that. How long I waited for it"

His words are shocking me

I seriously had no clue he thought of this let alone wanted it

"Please princess"

He tongue fucks me fast, his gorgeous brown eyes looking up at me, begging me to cum

"Woo", I moan softly, coming, holding onto his hair for balance as pleasure washing over me

He shoves his tongue inside, his eyes closing, his moans so pretty

Like he's coming

He swallows over and over, the grip on my thighs so hard he's going to leave bruises

And I hope he does

As soon as I finish, he licks my pussy a few more times before standing up

"So fucking good princess", he murmurs, his mouth pressing kisses on my neck, "You're the best I've ever tasted. Fuck, you're cum is my favorite"

"God Woo", I whimper, my body trembling, his words having such an effect on me

Suddenly he turns me, pushing me against the wall, then moves my hair to my left shoulder

"You don't...you don't want a blow-"

"No", he answers immediately, "I've had so many blow jobs before. I know yours are going to feel the best but I've been dreaming of being inside you for so long. I need to be inside you princess."

"Yes Woo, fuck. I've been waiting for you to fuck me for so long"

He moans, his lips against my shoulder blade as his cock enters me from behind

I moan at how big he is, at how well he stretches me open the more he sinks in

"Wooyoung", I cry, "Fuck all the way baby"

His cock is fucking huge, splitting me open so fucking amazingly, my cunt latching onto him

"More Woo. Fuck I want you deep inside", I cry, feeling every inch of his cock sliding into me

He bottoms out, cursing so loudly, "So fucking tight, fuck fuck baby. Tightest pussy I've ever been in. Fuck so good"

Good doesn't even describe it

Fantastic, out of this world, mind blowing

He's so hard and he's so good to throb on

"Fuck me Woo. Hard baby. Please"

"I will princess", he promises, "I'm gonna wreck you. Make you want just much cock and my cock only"

He has no idea that I already want only his cock

He pulls out and I whine from the loss of him

Then I scream when he barrels back in, filling me completely

He sets a harsh, fast pace, keeping his arm around me, his hand on my pelvis, pushing me back into him

My hands are on the wall, holding on, keeping myself from hitting the wall with the fast pace he's moving at

"God this pussy is so fucking wet baby. So tight, so greedy for my cock"

"Yes Woo, fuck yes"

He's fucking the life from me and I have never been in so much pleasure in my life

His hand moves on top of mine, his fingers lacing with mine, making me smile

He smashes into me so deeply, his head slamming my spot, stars blasting in my vision

"Yes Wooyoung!", I scream, "There baby, please oh fuck right there!"

He hits my spot again, "There princess?"

"Yes please Woo"

"Anything for you baby", he whispers, his cock smashing into my spot with every stroke

My legs shake and I'm glad he's holding on to me or I would of fallen already

I can't keep my mouth shut, screaming his name over and over again

I'm getting closer and I know this orgasm is going to take so much out of me

I can't wait for it

Every thrust, every slide in drives me crazy, his skin hitting mine so hard it can be heard over the water running

He hits my spot again and I lose it

My eyes roll back, my knees shaking uncontrollably as pure ecstasy takes over, my voice raw from screaming his name

"Oh fuck", he yells, "Fuck so good. It feels so good princess. Fuck squirting so much. Keep going baby, squirt on my cock"

I faintly register that I'm squirting, something I've never done before but my brain is so fuzzy as pleasure plows through me

"Woo", I mumble, my legs buckling after the mind altering orgasm I just had

He pulls out, spinning me to him, bending down, hands on my thighs as he picks me up

I wrap my legs around his waist as he holds me against the wall, lowering and settling me on his cock again

"Fuck", I moan at the full feeling of his huge cock buried inside me again

"God princess. You feel so fucking good. I....fuck...I can't take it", he whimpers

His lips move to my neck, giving me kiss after kiss, pulling out of me then shoving himself back in, hitting my spot hard

I shake uncontrollably in his arms, wanting more of his amazing cock

How I still want more I have no clue

I should be done after that last orgasm but I'm not

"More Woo", I beg

He shoves his cock inside, rocking into me, grinding into me

I cling onto him, my nails digging into his back, my head in the clouds from the bliss he's giving

"Fuck princess, you're so oblivious", he moans, kissing my neck, his lips leaving fire on my skin, "You don't know how many times I tried to show you how I feel about you"

Feel about me?

As in feelings?

"I tried all the time. But you ignored me. Everything I did, you ignored"

"Nnn...not ignored Woo. I didn't know"

I would never ignore him

"Fucking hell, I want you so much. You're the only one I think about and it drives me insane. Do you know how hard it is to know you're sleeping in the room next to mine and I can't go into your bed and cuddle you. Hold you? How hard it is to sit across from you when we eat and not kiss you. It's like you were torturing me"

His fingers grip my hips so hard, mine in his hair, as his cock plunges in to me over and over, right into my spot

"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry"

"I just wanted you to see me princess. Notice me. I.....I....fuck-", he says and I want him to continue, wanting desperately to know what he's going to say

"I fucking love you", he finally whispers

Moving my arm from around his body, I lift his face up to mine

His cheeks are so red and he looks so unsure

I've never seen Wooyoung like this before

He's always confident...cocky even

"I love you", I confess to him, then crash my lips to his in a passionate kiss

He kisses me back, a feeling of relief in his kiss

"I love you", I whisper in between kisses, "I love you Wooyoung"

"I love you Jo", he whispers as well, "So fucking much princess"

He keeping moving, fucking me desperately against the wall, his fingers squeezing my ass so hard

The pain feels so good with the pleasure his cock is giving me

I want to cum but more than that, I want him to cum

I want to feel his cum inside me

"Woo", I whisper in his ear, "I want you to fill me with your cum baby"

"Oh god", he whimpers, his hips moving faster, crashing into me over and over

"I want to feel your cum inside, feel you leak all over my legs"

God I want that so much

"Please baby, can you give me your cum?", I beg

"God Jo, yes", he nods, "Cum on my cock and I promise I'll fill you up so well"

Well thank god I'm about to cum

He thrusts in and I moan his name softly, clenching on his huge shaft, coming all over him

"Please Woo. Cum inside my pussy", I cry

"Fuck Joanne", he moans, burying his face in my neck, sheathing his cock all in

I feel his cock throb, feel the warmth of his cum spilling into me and I absolutely love it

He groans my name over and over as he fills me perfectly

"Oh Woo, you feel so good baby", I praise him, "Give me all of your cum"

I can't stop throbbing on him, milking his perfect cock for all of it

"Baby", he whines, holding on to me

He falls out of me, his cum spilling out as he holds me, nuzzling into my neck

"Please Jo", he says, "I want to be yours. Only yours. I don't want anyone but you touching me. No guys, no girls, no one. Just you"

Oh my god he's asking me to be with him

Picking that lock was the best fucking thing I've ever done

"You are baby", I answer softly, "And I'm only yours. No one but you gets to touch me, no one but you gets to kiss me. I only want you. Your arms around me, your kisses, your hands on me. Ok?"

He nods, sighing in what sounds like relief, "Yeah princess. You're mine"

"You're mine Woo"

"Always was Jo. You just didn't see it"

"I do now baby and I'm happy I'm not blind anymore", I whisper, "I'm so happy I have you. I...I loved you for so long Woo, you don't even know"

His head lifts up, his eyes on mine, "Why didn't you say anything baby?"

Looking down, I answer, "Because Woo, I thought you were gay. I didn't know you were bi. I've only seen you with guys. And since I thought you were gay, there would be no reason for me to tell you anything. And I was the stupidest person ever to fall for a gay guy"

"Baby", he calls and I look up at him, "I understand baby ok? I get why you didn't say anything. I was stupid to never tell you how I felt. I knew I was bi and I thought you knew. I should of made that clear. I still kept quiet when I shouldn't have. I should of told you when I first fell in love with you"

"When was that?"

His cheeks blush, a small smile on his face, "Uh maybe about six months after I moved in"

Six months!

We've been living together for three years

How did he not say anything in all that time?

"Woo you should of said something"

"I know baby but I was scared. I've never felt this way for someone before. It scared me how fast I fell for you. I was used to just partying and doing what I wanted. And you had a boyfriend at the time"

I remember

"After you broke up with him, you were so sad and I couldn't say anything. And I just stayed quiet", he shrugs, "Eventually I just thought you didn't see me that way. I know why now"

"But it doesn't matter now baby", I say, "I love you. We're together. You make me happy"

He nods, "You make me happy too. I love you so much"

He leans forward, kissing me softly and I'm so happy I have my Wooyoung

🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊

Wooyoung POV

As I kiss her, I can't believe she's finally mine

I actually can't believe she thought I was just gay

Now, it makes so much sense why she never responded to any affection or hints I gave her

We both made assumptions about each other but I'm so glad this happened and she's mine

I love her so much and she's everything I ever wanted and more

After we pull away, I put her down and we actually shower together

As I'm washing her hair for her, I tell her, "So I think we should take showers together more often"

"Oh yeah", she smirks

I nod, smirking too "Strictly for saving water though"

"Of course", she giggles

God that sound is so cute

I'm so fucking whipped for her if I love hearing her giggle

"Under the water princess"

I guide her under and rinse her hair out, running my fingers in her long strands

"Your turn Woo", she smiles, "Bend down baby"

I smirk at her, kneeling instead

She swallows hard, want in her eyes

Want for me and I'm ecstatic

She puts shampoo in my hair, her fingers running in my hair, her nails scratching my scalp

It feels fucking good and I close my eyes, just feeling

"Come under the water Woo"

I move forward, still on my knees

She tilts my head back, water soaking my hair as she rinses the shampoo out

"You're so beautiful Woo", she says softly, her hand running along my cheek

I open my eyes to her gorgeous smiling face, the water running down her body

She's ethereal

My angel

She cups my cheeks, bending down, kissing my lips softly

And I can't help but smile

"I love when you smile Woo. It's so beautiful", she says and I can't help but blush

Her finger brushes against the beauty mark under my eye, "I love this too"

I close my eyes as her lips press against the beauty mark, leaving a soft, gentle kiss

I've never been treated like this before

Softly, gently

With care and love

With someone telling me something as simple as she loves my beauty mark

That she loves when I smile

I never knew that I needed to hear things like that

That I craved it

Everything was always hard, rough sex, being told I'm hot, sexy, a good fuck

While I like that too, especially if it's from her, I love being told I'm beautiful, I'm loved

She's the perfect girl for me

Of that I have no doubt

I know how lucky I am to be with her and I'm going to take care of her and be the best man for her

"Come Woo", she calls, taking my hand and helping me stand

She gets soap, running it over my body, her small hands lathering my skin

I close my eyes again from the pleasurable feeling of her hands on me

She actually washes my whole body and I'm in pure awe that she's taking care of me

She pulls me under the water again, her hands getting the soap off me

She comes closer to me, pressing a kiss to my chest

Then another and another and another

She keeps going, kisses everywhere on my chest, then trailing down to my stomach and abs

I watch her tongue lick my abs, then kiss it, making me moan

God it's so hot to watch and so good to feel

She spends a lot of time kissing me there and I love every second of it

The lower she goes on my stomach, the more she kneels down and I get so turned on seeing that

I watch her mouth kiss along my hard cock, so fucking surprised that kisses there feel amazing

Her tongue licks the underside of my head, sending a shiver down my spine

Her hand grabs onto my dick, stroking me slowly as she takes me in her mouth

The first suck has me moaning so loudly, the pleasure running in my veins

With each suck she gives me, she goes harder and faster until she's sucking so good on my head

"Princess fuck", I moan, my hand sliding in her hair

As she goes, she takes more of me in her mouth, going hard

"Oh god", I moan, closing my eyes

Jesus, just the feel of her wet mouth is amazing

I feel her hand let go of me and suddenly my cock is in a tight space

My eyes snap open as I look down, my mouth on the floor when I don't see my cock

Because its deep in her throat

She moves up and down my length, bobbing her head, taking all of me in and out of her throat like a pro

I grip her hair harder, pulling her back on my cock, holding her there, my cock throbbing in the tight space

She swallows, squeezing my length even more and I cry out in pleasure

"Fuck baby"

I move her head back and forth, her mouth sucking on my shaft like she's never going to have it in her mouth again

Her hands grip my hips so hard, her nails digging into my skin, the pain mixing with pleasure

God she's amazing at blow jobs

I knew she would be

"Baby", I whimper, "Can I fuck your throat? Please"

She nods and immediately stops moving, leaving her mouth open

And that sight drives me crazy

I thrust in her throat, bottoming out and I moan when she continues to suck and swallow on me

"God baby", I groan, thrusting over and over, "You're mouth is so good. Fuck. Perfect"

She moans which turns me on even more

"Your throat feels so good. So tight and wet just like your perfect cunt"

I move faster, pounding into her throat, almost there

"I'm gonna cum down your throat baby", I pant, "Do you want that?"

She looks up at me, tears in her eyes as she nods

"Yeah baby? Wanna taste my cum?"

"Mmmm", she moans

I pull her onto my cock, sheathing my length in her mouth, begging her, "Suck my cock princess. I'm gonna cum"

Her mouth starts moving, sucking desperately, moaning loudly

"Oh god princess, I'm coming! I'm coming!", I scream, shooting my cum down her throat

I watch her swallow over and over, the sight such a fucking turn on

"Fuck good girl. Such a good girl for me", I praise her

When I finish, she sucks one last time then sits back on her knees, breathing in hard

Bending down, I help her stand and I pull her to me, holding her tightly

"My baby", I whisper, kissing the top of her head

"You taste good Woo", she croaks

"Did I hurt you princess?", I ask, immediately concerned by her voice

She shakes her head, "No baby. You didn't. I'm ok. I promise"

"Are you sure?"

She smiles, nodding, "Yeah"

"Ok baby. Come, I'll help you soap up and I'll put conditioner in your hair"

"Yours too"

I nod, smiling, "Mine too princess"

I kiss her cheek then grab the soap

We finish showering quickly, then step out of the shower, wrapping up in towels

I watch her dry her hair, running a towel through it

The concentrated look on her face as she uses the towel is adorable

When she gets out her comb, I walk to her and take it from her

"I'll do it princess"

She raises her eyebrows in the mirror, but smiles and nods

I move her hair down her back and gently run the comb through the strands

There's no knots in her hair, the comb running through smoothly

"I love your hair baby. It's so long and so soft"

"Thanks Woo"

I nod, finishing her hair

I quickly comb mine, then turn to her

She's just standing against the door, watching me in nothing but a towel

And it's turning me on

God she can turn me on in seconds

And she's not even doing anything

Just standing there

I swear I've never been so hard so fast

I get to her, grab her towel and rip it off her, throwing it on the floor

I pull her to me, kissing her, her hands taking my towel off too

Picking her up, I carry her to my room and get her on the bed

"I need you again princess", I whisper

"Me too Woo. But", she says, pushing me back, "Only if I get to ride you"

Is she kidding?

She can ride me anytime she wants

"You definitely can princess"

She climbs on me, holding my cock straight up then she sinks down on me, engulfing my length in her tight warm wet cunt

"Fuck princess. All the way down. Please", I whimper

Putting my hands on her hips, I help push her down until my entire cock is buried inside her

"Baby, fuck perfect", I groan, her cunt latching on to my shaft and squeezing over and over, "Please baby, ride me. Please"

She moves my hands to her breasts, her hands on the outside of mine, holding on as she starts to bounce on me, her hips moving in a circle, grinding on me, rubbing her spot on my head every time she takes me in

I watch her move on me with my mouth dropped open, awed at how her body moves

The way she wiggles her hips, the way her breasts bounce, the way she takes my whole cock like a pro giving me so much pleasure

And I'm amazed at how much she's creaming my cock

So wet and creamy, the amount covering every inch of my cock and lap

I've never seen anyone this wet before

"Fuck Woo, you feel so good baby. Best cock I ever had inside me"

"Fuck princess I can't get over how much you're creaming my cock. God baby, it's everywhere and so pretty", I praise her, "Best hole I've ever been in. I swear"

She whimpers adorably, her face full of pleasure, "I'm gonna cum Woo"

"Yes baby. Please cum on my cock. Fuck"

She takes me in hard, smashing her spot and losing it

Pure bliss hits me as she orgasms, her cunt so fucking tight on my cock, pulsing rapidly

"Oh god", I whimper

I had no idea that being cummed on could be so pleasurable

No idea

"Wooyoung! Wooyoung!", she cries, the sound of my name driving me insane

Sitting up, I grab her to me and roll us over, fucking right into hard and fast

Crashing my lips to hers, I kiss her wildly, my hand moving between us, rubbing her clit while I destroy her spot

"Need this hole to cum again", I pant against her lips, "One more time princess"

She moans softly the sound something I will never get tired of hearing

Or causing

"Can you cum for me one more time?"

She nods, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, her lips against mine

I move my free arm around her, keeping her against me, feeling her soft sweaty skin against mine

It feels so good

She's right there, her slit straining on my cock, so much juice all over me

"Woo, fuck, I love you", she shouts, coming immediately after, choking the life from my cock

And that feeling sends me over the edge

"I love you Jo. Fuck I love you", I yell, fucking into her as I cum, giving her all I have

"Yes Woo, fuck baby, feels so good when you cum", she whimpers

"Fuck baby", I moan in her neck, pressing kiss after kiss to her gorgeous skin

After we finish and I fall out, we just lay there with me on top of her

Her arms move around my back, her fingers travelling up and down, sending shivers down my spine

"You're all sweaty again Woo", she giggles, "Guess that shower was for nothing"

I lift my head, my eyes on hers, softly running my fingers in her hair

"It wasn't for nothing princess. I finally got you. It was so worth it"

She smiles beautifully, "And I got you. I didn't mean it like that baby. I just mean now we're going to have to shower again because we're sweaty"

"I know baby. I just wanted you to know that I'm so happy you busted through the door"

She laughs, her cheeks turning red

"And anyway I'm good with showering again as long as you're there with me"

"Strictly for the environment right?"

I laugh, "Yeah, that's right"

"So now?", she asks

I shake my head, "We have all day today baby and I don't know about you but I want to fuck you so much more. Make up for lost time"

She grins widely, nodding, "Oh yeah baby me too. So I guess we shower tonight?"

"Tonight", I confirm

"I love you Woo"

"I love you Jo"

She moves her arms around my neck, pulling me towards her lips and I eagerly go, meeting her in a kiss

[bluepeachstudios]

GitS Asks!

She'll join in sometimes! She doesn't train as often as they do, and she's got her own style of fighting she gets into.

FHGKDHfgdf oh man. Ohh man. Spoilers. :D

Ghost already has a tracker on him; in his tech bo now, but also embedded into the fabric of his elbow sleeve. All he has to do is press it to activate it. It's not activated normally because if Ghost is into some kind of trouble, he doesn't want the kids following him. If he gets taken by the EPF or Big Mama or he's fighting something that's deadly enough to get the kids, he wants them far away from that, not following him into it.

Yes, it means risking losing another family. But it means the kids are safe.

I can only say spoilers about this unfortunately :') but it is delicious

@tomatoshapedstars You would be right

Glad to see the Paranoia Arc is working well fhgkdfjdgh <3

So many theories and thoughts with this one, I can't say anything about them but it's really fun reading them all haha

Ghost: Donnie, what did I tell you about experimenting on your brothers without their consent?

Donnie: Sigh. To not to.

Ghost: And what do we say when we do that anyway?

Donnie: I will be issuing a public apology statement at 3:00am sharp, admission will be $25 per turtle--

Ghost: oh my god

BASICALLY THOUGH 😭

No Mrs. Cuddles episode! They decided that making Raph scream in terror was a bad idea with Ghost around, and didn't think he'd approve of purposefully scaring him. Ghost's very against the boys using beachballs against Donnie, or teasing him for it, so they doubted he'd allow a spook of Raph.

REVERSE GHOSTED!!! I might have something similar to this in the works with a friend, eventually. <3

@thatcrazymage THANK YOU!! I'M GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING IT SO MUCH AHHHH

Dang going evil Ghost with this one--

I think it would take a lot more than seeing SAINW to push Ghost to become evil. If anything, I think it would just make him more determined to get back for the first few years, but I think he'd also be quicker to accept that he's stuck there.

He knows how this ends. He knows he never shows up to save them.

Which means he never gets back.

Sure, they all would! I don't think Ghost or Donnie would enjoy it much, they don't like fabric against their skin a whole lot unless it's a specific texture. They're picky. I think any of them would wear dresses though, yup!

That's a fair assessment, I think.

I have not done this on purpose I'm very sorry fhgkdjghd I cuss like a sailor and sometimes it comes through in my fics and sometimes not, but Ghost is pretty careful about not cussing around the kids and they don't really cuss, so it doesn't come up often!

[rollercoasterwords]

your comments on cw warning are so true, and i’ve been thinking about the expectation for warnings in fan fictions after reading young mungo (an amazing published book containing really triggering material that, because it’s a published book, does not have any warnings).

I think on the harry potter fandom there’s this thing that happening where people feel entitled to having access to all fics, even if they contain triggering material. This expectation is then placed onto authors in the form of requesting detailed cw allowing readers to curate fics to avoid the most difficult to read scenes.

Or even if tags are completely correct, because people have latched onto specific characterizations of characters, some people get upset when the difficult tags apply to the characters in a way that doesn’t match their head canons (ie. remus cheating/ regulus having a negative perspective on sirius leaving/ any unhealthy relationship dynamics between wolfstar).

It’s interesting to see how this has shifted, even just by looking at the past year. Like the switch between how the CCNTUAW tag used to be used to people now assuming that it means the same as the no archive warnings apply tag is very shocking to me. Like it used to be that authors could just say “i’ve chosen not to warn, mind the tags” and that would be it. Now it seems, even if authors say that, some readers will still expect content warnings.

yup!! i agree w....everything u said i think lol.

i definitely agree that there seems to be this....weird way that a large portion of the fandom treats "accessibility" when it comes to fics. as in, some people seem to have this idea that fic writers should be trying to make their fics "accessible" (read: palatable) to the broadest possible audience. i see this in comments and questions from people who say things like "don't you think more people would read the fic if you wrote x?" "don't you think more people would enjoy it if u wrote the character x way?" "are you worried that fewer people will be interested in a fic about x?" all of which indicate that the person is assuming the primary goal/purpose of fic is to appeal to as many people as possible.

and to be fair, it's not like it's just readers thinking this way (bc there's no clear divide between readers + writers in fic spaces, etc etc.)! i've seen posts along the lines of "i really want to write x, but i'm worried people won't like it, and i want to make my fics accessible!" and it's just.....well.

i think even framing fanfiction in terms of "accessibility" is a little misleading. because people hear "accessible" and immediately associate it with disability advocacy and think oh, more accessibility = good; less accessibility = bad. but fanfiction is not a service that anyone is providing, nor is it a product, nor is it like....something that anyone needs access to. in fact, nobody is entitled to access to fanfiction in the first place. and by nature, not every fanfiction will be accessible to every person, because it isn't made for you. and if a fanfiction doesn't fit your specific tastes and isn't enjoyable for you to read, that isn't harming u, and it isn't taking anything away that ur entitled to!

but i think ur right that with the way fanfiction has sort of been turned into tiktok content, what happens is that a couple fics get really popular at a time, and a bunch of people want to read those fics so that they can participate in the hype and make their own tiktoks that get thousands of views about these popular fics. and then if they don't like the fic for whatever reason or can't read it, they feel as though they are being denied access to some sort of club that everyone else gets to be part of. and then they either decide that the way the fic is written is "problematic," because it was too dark/violent/sad and therefore inaccessible, OR they start posting "hot takes" going "everyone else loves this fic but i actually think it sucks!!" because those are the only ways they can now participate in this weird social-media fanfiction economy where people are posting about fic first and foremost because they want views on their own tiktok channel, and not necessarily because they actually want to appreciate the writers. fun!

[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈PRIDE 2023 CHALLENGE!🏳️‍⚧️

Hello friends! As requested, we have put together a stunning Pride challenge for you this year! This challenge will run the entire pride season, and the goal will be to work together as a community to rack up enough points to earn amazing prizes for the blog. 

Current point total: 13,340

We'll post soon with more detail regarding the prizes and point levels, but here’s an idea:

Special roles in our Discord server for participants

Digital art, such as lockscreens and avatars

Sticker sets as both digital art and physical stickers for those who want to order them

Extra benefits for top point earners, such as voting on image themes 

A STUNNING new pride-themed banner for the blog designed by the extraordinary @imstillafuckinglibra

How do we earn points? Well, by submitting fic *or art* during this challenge period! ALL submissions will count, and as you can see after the jump, there are a ton of ways to earn bonus points, including reader interaction with those posts. 

Also—before you freak out! You don’t have to do any math yourselves, you precious little angels! I will be taking on that burden myself!

I’ll post the points earned at the bottom of each fic or art post, and after each queue finishes I’ll update the totals. (If you *would* like to try calculating your own points, here’s a little spreadsheet you can use.) 

There are a few fics ready to queue up, so I’ll post them tomorrow and you can see how the points add up even when the writers don’t have the challenge in mind. 

NOW! ONTO THE POINTS!!

Glossary:

“Art” is for any creation that’s not fic. So drawings, digital art, photo collages, etc. 

“New Creator” means anyone who hasn’t posted on AQ before. 

2nd, 3rd, and 4th posts refer to during this challenge. 

“Next Part of a WIP” would be a new part of something that’s already partially posted on AQ 

“Uncommon Ship” would be a ship with less than 50 posts here on AQ

“Rare Pair” would be a ship with less than 10 posts 

“Brand New Ship” would be for the first post of any given ship

*(If you want to check the numbers for any ship, you can use this database: https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/all-ships)*

“Includes Art” is for fic that has art or illustrations in it. 

“Returning Writer” is for any writer who is posting after an absence of 3 months or more. 

“Sexy” art doesn’t necessarily mean NSFW. Just anything with sexy vibes, whatever that means to you. 

“Fic-inspired” is art that’s inspired by a fic, whether it’s your own or someone else’s, and whether that fic is posted on AQ or elsewhere. 

FAQ:

Q: What is “pride season”? Do you mean June? The summer? A: Yup. (It’s open-ended on purpose to give ourselves space to achieve all goals.)

Q: Am I allowed to cross-post my work here that’s already on AO3? A: Yes! You are encouraged to do so; it’s a great way to rack up points and advertise your work!

Q: What if people ‘cheat’ by sending in prompts and then filling them themselves?! Or sending in anon feedback about their own work?!?!?! A: Obviously this will be taken very seriously. We will first send a team of forensic investigators to their house, and then submit all evidence to the FBI. (In case it’s not clear, I’m kidding.)

Get going, everyone! If you would like to participate in our Discord server for any reason: brainstorming, sprints, giving feedback, finding betas, volunteering to beta, etc: please let me know! @veronicasanders

Thank you so much to @petitmonde for their help and inspiration, and to @imstillafuckinglibra for his beautiful graphic design work. 

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[unicorncoalition]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @voidcat-senket!! thank you i love to talk about myself

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

on my main, i have 161 fics

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 663,818

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I'm in DC fandom right now, but have also dabbled in star wars the last couple years

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

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

I try to? mostly? sometimes I don't. I usually have the best intentions, but if I let them sit for longer than a month I probably... won't...

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

any of the handful of fics that end with major character death, probably... or the halloween fics with ambiguous endings

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i liked when steve and bucky retired together in a cabin in quebec

8. Do you get hate on fic?

not in, like, a decade. certain haters in teen wolf fandom left me a bunch of unhinged comments on my derek/stiles/scott fic because weirdos used to go nuts if "sterek" fics were also tagged with other poly pairings because they didn't want to see them in the same tag

9. Do you write smut?

yes

10. Do you write crossovers?

no

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yup, kind of. not wholesale, but someone took my steve/bucky time loop fic, barely changed any of the first third of the fic, then wrote a different ending, but it was in french. so when i reported it to ao3, they said it wasn't similar enough to be plagiarism, lmao. it was definitely plagiarism.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!! delightfully, many many people over the years have translated my fics, mostly for star trek xi and captain america.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yup. i have two ao3 accounts for cowritten fics.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

it's always whatever i'm into right now, so, dick/jason still has me going feral

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

uhhhhhhhh literally ANY of my wips have an equal chance of never ever being finished... rip

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue, banter, character-driven emotional narratives. i'm pretty good at writing action. sometimes i pull off a nice description

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

plot..... of any kind....

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i'm bilingual, so i have subjective picky Issues when people sprinkle in bits of another language for flavour because in my experience, bilingual speakers don't usually do that unless the other person can speak that language too. so in, like, romantic dialogue, i kinda hate it. if it's for a narrative purpose, and those characters are just speaking that language, it can be disruptive if the formatting doesn't help the reader understand. you have to code in a translation, in the BODY of the text. sticking translations in footnotes at the BOTTOM of the fic is completely unintuitive. don't do that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

digimon or gundam wing

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

EVER?? god i don't know... i guess hate that you know me so well. but maybe great whales of the sea, or offer me that deathless death.

i'm not gonna tag anyone... if you see this and wanna do it, please go forth

[not-terezi-pyrope]

I’m back bitches!

You hear some rumblings off in the distance. You look up from your work and stare out into the distance... a strange shape is on the horizon...

Yup, I’m planning to go back to using my Tumblr more regularly, after all but abandoning my long-time Homestuck blog at the end of 2019. To this end I have revamped the blog/theme somewhat. I will explain more about why I left, why I’m back, and what I will be doing with this blog below the cut!

Back in 2019 I was having real issues with the fandom culture on tumblr, and in an effort to engage less with Bad Discourse I moved to twitter, where I have been semi-active ever since. However, in that time I have come to multiple realizations:

Twitter is just as bad if not worse than tumblr was/is.

Twitter is worse than tumblr in pretty much all ways regardless, especially now Elon is in charge.

I am better at handling bizarro fandom discourse these days, especially as I am no longer so heavily involved in fandom/Homestuck fandom zeitgeist as I used to be.

Fandom/social media as a whole is slightly less bad in this regard than it was a few years ago, in some circles at least.

That said, fair warning, I will still be curating my social media experience so as to avoid as much of the Bad Discourse as possible, especially “anti-ship”/”purity culture” styles of thinking. I am generally extremely open to freedom of fictional expression if appropriately tagged and warned for, which may be variously described by the (endlessly misused and bastardized but still maybe useful) “pro-ship” or “pro-fic” labels, so if you are going to yell at me for anything along those lines please kindly unfollow and do not.

The former purpose of this blog was essentially exclusively for Homestuck fan content - I said in the past that I would be branching out more, but I never really fully ended up moving away from this being primarily a Homestuck blog. I... may still not do that in practice, because I still like reblogging Homestuck fanworks, but I won’t feel constrained to only that. I will likely be interacting with friends more and talking about a lot more diverse things, so set expectations accordingly.

Lastly, life updates! I remain a trans woman, and since I last seriously posted here I have started HRT (yay!). I also graduated from my comp-sci program, and am now doing postgraduate studies to do with Machine Intelligence. (On that note, seeing as it is a current hot-button issue, my opinions on AI are a lot more positive than seems to be the current social media consensus, but I am happy to justify my thoughts on the issue, which is more complex than people typically tend to present it (there is a lot of misinfo flying around)).

Oh, and here is what I look like these days!

See you around!

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what do you think about holmes x jeff?

welp, i think, that it has potential to be pretty fun & dark. i like supermassive h.h.holmes. he’s so polite and kinda nearly gentle/understanding as he does absolutely awful things. i love how he’s almost a complete opposite of du’met.

besides, who am i to deny myself some good screenshots of men being uh...homocidal and homicidal?  like, this picture surely didn’t made me feel anything. *coughs into a fist*

but i mean, he even sat down to watch him die. telling jeff, that it's already done, so he shouldn't fight it. this kind of reaction is very different compared to du'met, who just kills people and doesn’t say anything at all lol. holmes over there tries to strike a convo at least, haha. 

i really love this sort of mismatching behaviour. how holmes is both vicious in what he’s doing, but also affable. smirking lightly, when the light leaves jeff’s eyes, and also so easily overpowered once someone actually fight back. like when jeff hit him (in curator’s cut), holmes went flying, stumbling back like he was drunk lmao. this doesn't work with du'met. 

tbh, i actually kinda wish, there was a bit more to supermassive's holmes lore. like to that version of him, bc he does seems like he wasn't all there, when he did there things. makes me wonder, if he was really possessed to some extent. both he and du’met have a very weird look inside their eyes, kinda dull and dazed almost. but then again, maybe it's intended this way, bc artists/musicians tend to have the same expression, when they're 'inside their element', so it could have been done with this purpose. 

anyways, i do think that holmes x jeff can be a pretty interesting pair. esp with the timeline and how holmes would technically steal smth, that was supposed to be mari’s. there is smth extra wicked in it. esp if holmes will call him ‘my dear’, like an old fairy tale villain. *nods* yup. i could get behind it. 

but ah, on somewhat unrelated note, i'm sorry, but i really can't take someone with name jeff seriously. i had the same problem with dylan lmao. i got used to his name, while writting my quarry fics. but jesus, their parents must have had some sort of grudge against their kids.