#i have so many snippets to share and i'm too shy to share them!

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OC Questionnaire

Thanks for the tag, @leahnardo-da-veggie!! I'm going to use EVERYONE for this so hang on tight!

My questions are:

What was your favorite hobby as a kid?

KIA - - - I loved taking things apart and putting them back together. I wasn't that great at it back then, not like I am now. The very first thing I successfully dismantled was a drone that was flying around with a fucked-up fuselage. Fixed that in about ten minutes, sent it on its little way. Turns out it belonged to Penguin, and that's how I started working for that crusty old toad.

ASHLEE - - - I loved swinging on a swingset. Didn't matter if it was a tire attached to a tree or a real swingset like they have at parks. I just loved swinging on those things. I guess I still do. I'm not sure? I haven't tried. I've been to parks with the kiddos, but I haven't tried a swingset. Seems too childish for a grown-up to really get back into, you know?

KIRA - - - gardening with Granny! Love getting my paws in the dirt. I don't garden as much anymore. No point since I'm constantly moving. But once I find a place where the Inquisitors can't find me, I'm going to have a garden as big as Ycaea itself!

TIATHA - - - goodness, that was quite a long time ago. Much of my childhood is a blur, you understand. I recall playing with a small doll. Perhaps made of cloth or yarn, with a wooden face and hands. I used to make her dance, if I remember correctly - the first sign of my magical prowess.

XAENTE - - - I didn't play as a kid, are you kidding? I worked at my da's pub. Ma had a garden out back; I was expected to tend that, as well as watch the youngins. Being the oldest meant you didn't get free time to play. Ugh, can you imagine?

AMARA - - - I've always been able to cast illusion magic, so I would magic myself up a little toad or a turtle to play with. I was a servant in the drow lands, so I didn't get a lot of free time, nor did any of the other children want to play with me. No, that doesn't make me sad, why do you ask? I look sad? Don't be silly, that's how I always look.

ASTARIA - - - Mother encouraged us to have hobbies. I chose reading. You can learn so much through reading! And sometimes the Sisters would leave their silly little romances lying around, so I'd fly through one of those. Those were my favorites. I love to learn, but I love finding out if Fabio will get the girl much more.

TAGGING @8-bit-writers - @koiwrites - @theslpr - open tag!

Your Question Is: What was your favorite color as a kid, and what is it now? What made it change?

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #47 - Quiet]

"When you and Jungkook have to be quiet because you are at his parents' house."

Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Fluff, Smut

Warnings: toothrotting fluff, so much domestic loveliness, they're so married y'all, they're so annoying <3, sharing of his small childhood bed, a very mild fight about how little space they have (it's more marital bickering), naked cuddling, Koo gets horny from it, switch!Kook, switch!reader, he is so hot besties, like he such a safe Dom omfg, also a total cutie once he gets subby, good girl kink, good boy kink, having to stay quiet, making out, needy touches, nipple & breast sucking, nipple play, finger sucking, gentle choking (m.receiving), Koo has sensitive nipples, hair pulling, oral (f.receiving), pussy fingering, tiny spit kink, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), he treats her so well after making her cum with his mouth, the smallest strength kink, cowgirl position where he is sitting, loving dirty talk, he cries cause he loves her so much!, he keeps that he loves her as she rides him <3, creampies, some cute lil mess ups during sex <3, sweet aftercare, this is so wholesome and hot and cute, they're in love :(

Wordcount: 9.2k

a/n: this is inspired by anonie's idea 🧡 i'm so fucking obsessed with this couple and most importantly, with this Kook. you guys have no idea how much FUN i always have when i write for them :8 he is such a cutie and i need my future husband to be like him istfg have fun besties ily 🧡

You and Jungkook normally book a hotel room close by when you visit his parents. It is easier and more comfortable that way. However, this time around, the visit was quite spontaneous and your go-to-hotel was fully booked. 

“No worries, you can stay with us”, his father assured you on the phone before calling over his wife to talk as well.

“Just tell us what you’ll eat for breakfast and I’ll pop right down to the store to get it”, she instantly said and then proceeded to ask if you and Jungkook were eating enough (you assured her that you were).

And so you agreed. Just a little shy about it, you agreed.

Jungkook’s childhood home was small yet homely. It was located at the border of where country life meets suburban life. A grocery store, drugstore and hardware store were close by, as well as the hotel you always stay at. The roads were well taken care of, but were never busy enough to be of annoyance volume-wise. The neighbours were also very nice and welcoming. The house had a good garden surrounding it and a shed his father uses as his man cave where he always works on his cars and bikes. There was only one floor and Jungkook’s bedroom was closest to the bathroom and office. His parents’ bedroom was on the opposite side of the hallway two doors down. 

They welcomed you with loud voices and happy smiles, taking their son into their arms as tightly as they could. 

They weren’t good parents when he was young, but you can see that they are really trying these days. You like that. He might not have had parents in his childhood, but at least in his adulthood he can.

They even sat down with him and apologised, which not many parents ever do. You know that it meant the world to Jungkook even if he always pretended that he didn't need his parents. Deep down, everyone needs their parents. So to know that your Jungkookie could hear the apology he needed and witness their growth really means the world to you. He deserves it, your love.

Like always, his mother drags you inside for food after hugging you as well. She chats and babbles excitedly, holding you and Jungkook by your arms. She is walking with a skip in her steps, looking oh so happy to have you with them. His father follows with the suitcases.

You left Bam with your parents for the weekend because the drive would have been too long for him. He will be happy and well taken care of, so you don’t worry too much. 

Not that this stops his parents from asking for all the updates and pictures. For the majority of dinner, you have to tell them everything about Bam with pictures included of course. It meant a lot to you because Bam feels like your baby to you. 

One thing you really like about his parents (and yours) is how they never pressured you to have children. They asked of course and tried to change your minds a few times, but when they finally realised that you and Jungkook truly don’t want to have children, they accepted it without any sort of retaliation. These days, they treat Bam like their grandson, cooing about your little fur baby as if it was your real son. 

The hours after dinner are spent taking walks in the nearby forest and exchanging life stories and laughter. After the walk, Jungkook’s dad kidnaps him to the shed so they could tinker on bikes together, while his mother asks if you wanted to knit. You agreed and so you sat on the back porch in your rocking chairs as you each knitted something for your husbands. 

The sun has already set when Jungkook and his dad join you as well. 

“What are you making?” Jungkook asks, caressing the crown of your head.

“I don’t know. I tried making a bunny, but it looks like roadkill. It’s supposed to be for you, but it’s ugly. Sorry.”

Jungkook laughs, leaning down to peck your cheek.

“It’s not ugly. It’s unique. Thank you, my love”, he says and looks at his mom, “what are you making, eomma?” 

“Just a scarf for appa. He is always cold in winter.” 

“I am. It’s because winter is cold.” 

She laughs. He grins. 

He looks a little like Jungkook when he grins like that. It kind of makes sense that Jungkook is always trying to make you laugh. He must have learned from his father, because that man constantly tries to crack jokes to get his wife to laugh. It works most of the times. 

“Oh jagi, you are too silly”, she says and stands up, “is it time for the bath already?” 

“It is. Do you want wine?” 

“Yes, that would be wonderful.”

They are conversing as they leave for inside. Apparently his parents share baths most nights. 

Jungkook sits down on his mother’s rocking chair, running his eyes over the view. 

“Did you have a good time with your dad?”

“Yeah. I did.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Did you have a good time with eomma too?” 

Jungkook grew up bilingual. So he told you very early in your relationship and that he is fluent in both languages, just as his parents are. When Jungkook is alone with his parents, he speaks Korean with them. When you are with them as well, they switch into your shared language so you wouldn’t feel left out. Small phrases and words still transcend languages however. You think that it is wonderful. 

“I did have fun yeah. Except for my roadkill bunny.”

Jungkook laughs, “it doesn’t even look that bad. I don’t know what you’re on about.” 

“Yeah, I guess. I don’t know, knitting’s hard.” 

“Yeah, I never figured it out. Stuff’s too complicated”, Jungkook says and sighs deeply, sinking deeper into the chair, “yeah, that’s the good life. Crickets, a chilly night, the smell of hay and my beautiful wifey by my side.” 

“You’re so sweet.” 

“Mhm”, he hums, “wanna have a beer?” 

“No thank you. I’m not in the mood for alcohol.”

“Okay, yeah I’m not taking one either then.”

“You can if you want to. I’m not stopping you.”

“No, no I’m good. I only would have taken one if you did. But it’s good, I’ve got everything I need right now”, he says and stretches his legs out.

You and Jungkook stay outside until it is time to say goodnight. His parents are in their bedroom watching telly when you and Jungkook officially go back inside.

Jungkook knocks on their doorframe. 

They look at him and you standing in the door.

“Yes?” 

“We’re gonna go to sleep now. Good night, eomma and appa”, Jungkook says.

“Good night, my son”, his father says.

“Sleep tight, my boy”, his mother says, “and you too, my daughter.”

“Thank you, sleep tight eomma and appa”, you say to which his father tells you to have a good night.

“I’m closing your door already, yeah?” Jungkook says.

“Thank you.”

The door closes with a soft click. Jungkook looks at you and smiles, placing his arm around your waist so he can pull you in for a temple kiss. 

“It means a lot that you call them like this.”

“You’re sweet, my love”, you say and lean into him.

“I’m serious. I don’t have a lot of connection to my parents’ heritage, but it’s the little stuff like calling them eomma and appa or sharing traditional food which means a lot to me. I feel really loved by you when you participate as well.”

You smile, stealing a kiss.

“I love you, you know?” 

“I love you too”, Jungkook says and kisses your cheek, “also, I’m calling dips on the bathroom. Bye”, he says quickly and runs off. 

“Hey, not cool. I wasn’t ready”, you call after him, but he merely snickers and disappears in the bathroom. 

You wait in the living room for him to finish, watching some random show on the telly. It’s a stupid show, but still entertaining. You even find yourself snickering at some parts. 

“Sweetie, the bathroom’s free now”, Jungkook announces himself once he finished his night routine. He is currently walking to the water dispenser on the kitchen counter for a glass of water. 

“Nice. Finally”, you say, turning off the show to hurry to the bathroom as well.

He left the door closed so you would have it toasty. He really loves you, doesn’t he? He hates leaving the door closed because of potential mould, but for you he did. You would marry this man again and again if it was legally possible.

He isn’t in the living room once you finish your night routine and his closed bedroom door lets you know that he is already cozied up there.

After getting yourself a glass of water as well, you go to the bedroom.

You close the door and lock it. Jungkook is looking at you over the brim of his glasses, cocking his brow up in question.

“I feel better like this. At least we have a little bit of privacy this way”, you explain. 

He nods in acknowledgement and looks back into his phone. 

You love how the bedside lamp illuminates his features. He is such a beautiful person. 

“You’re so handsome, my sweetheart”, you tell him, watching in delight as his face lights up.

“Thanks yeah”, he murmurs, wiggling his feet under the blanket. 

Now feeling good, you make your way to his childhood bed. This weekend is going to be very interesting. Because it is a bed once meant to house a small preteen Jungkook, it is sized accordingly. It is going to be very interesting to share it now that you were both grown adults. You can already feel all his sleep flinching and your sleep twitches annoying the shit out of the other. 

You climb over Jungkook. He lifts his arms and watches you with confusion as you scramble over his lap. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I want the wall side”, you say and grunt as you try to wiggle yourself into the small gap.

Jungkook scoots over a little. Groggily if one may add that little fact.

“Yeah sure, so you can kick me out of bed in your sleep”, he complains.

“I’m not gonna kick you out. I’m a plank once I sleep, you know that.” 

“No you’re not. You twitch and kick your feet.”

“Only sometimes.”

“Still. Hey, stop that. You already have enough space. I only have a third left now. That’s unfair.” 

“Lies. We’re equal”, you throw back and flip to your side so you are facing him. Your back is squished against the wall. It feels cold even through your pyjamas. You don’t mind because his room is very hot and his blanket very thick. 

“Tch, whatever”, Jungkook murmurs and looks back into his phone. He looks a little annoyed, but won’t act on it. 

But because you were feeling like a little shit, you want to annoy him more. You poke your finger into his side.

He writhes away, pressing out a quiet “stop that.”

You do it again.

“Stop”, he whines loudly.

One last time.

Jungkook drops the phone in the blanket and looks at you.

“Stop it”, his voice is raised in pitch, his lips pouty, “it hurts, don’t do that.”

“It hurts, really?” you snicker.

“Yeah, it’s uncomfy”, he mumbles, rubbing the spot you poked.

One more time. 

“Stop it”, he grabs your wrist gently, “why are you being so annoying? Stop it.” 

You break into giggles, gazing up at him.

“No, don’t laugh. You’re not funny right now.”

“Gosh, I’m sorry. You looked pokeable.”

“I’m gonna poke you if you do it again”, he murmurs and picks up his phone. 

You touch his waist.

“___”, he whines, sagging his shoulders in defeat.

“I wasn’t tryna to do something. I just wanted to caress you”, you whine as well and rub his side softly, “like this.” 

“Yeah good. Don’t do the other thing again”, he says and relaxes. 

You won’t do it again. Being an annoying little shit is only this fun before it turns into being a bad spouse. You don’t want him to lose trust in you or feel uncomfortable. So you keep rubbing his side as he scrolls on his phone. Soon, you also incorporate his stomach, drawing little circles with your palm and fingertips. 

“What are you looking at?” you ask him. 

Jungkook flips the phone so you could see it.

“Just funny videos. That one’s not funny, but look at that”, he switches to his likes and shows you a video of two cats fighting. There are speech bubbles appearing on screen as if the cats were talking to each other. They contain silly and funny one liners which are exactly Jungkook’s humour.

He is snickering and laughing as he shows you the video, pointing out the funniest parts by going “and now look at this” before following it up with a laugh. 

You have to laugh right with him. Soon you find yourself resting your head on his chest with his arm around you and his fingers scratching your scalp mindlessly as you both look into his phone to watch funny videos. He shows you his likes and together you snicker, laugh at silly stuff or gush over talented people. 

You share quality time like this until you both are starting to get sleepy. 

“I think I’m gonna pass out now”, you tell him, kissing his chest, “sleep tight, baby.”

“I’m gonna pass out too. The drive really fucked with me”, Jungkook says and places his phone and glasses on the bedside table. He turns off the lamp, then rolls to his side so he could spoon you. 

You snuggle back into him, intertwining hands with him. 

“It was really exhausting”, you agree, “this is nice by the way. Really snuggly.”

“Mhm yeah, so snuggly”, Jungkook agrees. 

This is however, when the interesting part starts to happen. The cuddling is so nice and romantic at first. To be so close and cuddle is wonderful, but then your bodies begin heating up to uncomfortable levels and you can’t do your routine of breaking apart for sleep and the cuddling becomes one annoying thing. Bickering begins. You tell him to move back, while he insists that you could scoot closer to the wall. Jungkook is annoyed about his ass feeling the edge of the mattress and you are annoyed about his hot body boiling yours. Your knees are also hurting in the current position and you can’t move them because there is no space. 

“I wanna move. Can you scoot back?” you ask him. 

“I can’t, my love. I told you already. I’m literally hanging off the edge already”, Jungkook answers you with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Let’s just-”, you wiggle until Jungkook has no choice but to scoot back, “do that. That’s better.” 

“No it’s not. I have no space on here”, Jungkook says and scoots closer. His nose is all up in the nape of your neck this way. He is burning you alive. He is so hot, it’s insane. 

“God Kook, you’re literally breathing into my fucking spine. Can you not?” you hiss just a little snappishly.

“Excuse me? I need to breathe. You’re all in my face with your stupid pyjama collar. What should I say?” he throws back and flips it with his fingers 

“Hey, don’t touch it.” 

“Oh my god, I’m not even doing anything”, he says and moves just a little which ends in you accidentally knocking into the wall.

“Kook, stop that.”

“What did I do now?”

“You kicked me into the wall.”

“You wanted the wall side. I’m literally just moving, oh my god, I didn’t kick you.”

“Yeah you did. You went like this.”

“Hey, don’t kick me”, he says and pokes your side.

“Hey! Stop that”, you flip onto your side instantly, facing him this way.

Your breaths intermingle. Your noses brush against the other, ripping both of you back to reality enough that you just kind of freeze. The silence exists while you and Jungkook stare at where the other is hidden in darkness. 

Suddenly you feel his sigh on your face.

“What are we doing? Why are we fighting?” he asks in a soft spoken voice. 

“I don’t know”, you speak softly as well, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. Let’s not fight anymore.”

“Yeah, let’s not fight”, you say and touch his chest, “sorry again.”

“Sorry too.” 

“I think I’m so irritated because it’s so hot, I’m literally dying.”

“Same. Fuck, the blanket’s grilling me and my clothes are the devil”, he says and sits up to undress.

“Are you getting naked?” 

“Yeah, I can’t do clothes. Seriously.”

“Actually, that’s a good idea. I’m stealing it”, you say and sit up to get naked as well. 

You and he throw your clothes onto the floor, getting under the blanket again once naked.

“I’m keeping my ass out tough”, Jungkook says 

“Really? Aren’t you scared that something’s gonna poke your hole?”

“Why would something poke my hole randomly?” he is snickering.

“I don’t know. You never know, sleep paralysis demons maybe.”

“I’m sure the demon is hot, so they can poke my hole if they want to.”

You slap his chest softly. 

“That’s not funny.”

“Why not?” he is snickering.

“Cause I don’t want you fucking demons.”

“Not even if you could watch? Imagine waking up to me getting railed by a sexy, hot demon.”

“You’re not funny”, you murmur and huff out air.

“Are you jealous?” 

“Yes.”

“Aww sweetie, don’t be. It’s just my sleep paralysis demon.”

“God, I regret this stupid joke. Whatever, good night I guess”, you say and turn your back to him.

Jungkook touches your waist instantly, whispering your name.

“What?” 

“Don’t be jealous. You’re the only one I want poking my hole.” 

You snort. He chuckles.

“Yeah good, whatever I guess.”

Jungkook trails soft kisses up your spine until he can kiss your shoulder. His arm is over your waist again.

“You know that you’re the only one, don’t you?” he whispers.

“Yeah, I do. Still, thank you for saying that”, you say. 

Now reassured that you aren’t feeling insecure anymore, Jungkook relaxes into the pillow. His chest is pressed into your back, your butt is snug with his crotch. 

“Can you feel my dick like this?”

“I can yeah.”

“Okay, good to know.”

You chuckle, “you’re a goof.” 

Silence overcomes you and him afterwards. Sharing the small bed doesn’t feel awful anymore. Truly, getting naked took a lot of that heat away. Quite frankly, now you are glad that he is keeping you warm because the room finally feels chilly. 

You could fall asleep like this and you probably would have if Jungkook hadn’t called your attention again.

“___?”

“Mhm?” 

“Are you still awake?” 

“Yeah, I guess. It’s only been a few.”

“Right yeah. Hey uhm”, he dances his hand over your waist and hip. You know exactly what this touch means, “I’m a little horny.”

“I know, your touch says enough.”

He kneads your thigh.

“Yeah well, you’re naked and soft, so yeah.”

“And we’re in the smallest bed ever.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“Quiet too?” 

Jungkook doesn’t have an answer instantly and so you flip to your other side so you were facing him. You run your fingers up and down his pecs, drawing circles around his pierced nipples.

He shivers and shudders like crazy, sighing the softest moan.

“Mhm? Are you gonna manage to be quiet?” you stress.

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Because I know you. You’re a whiny baby when my wet, soft pussy fucks your cock just right.”

“___, jesus fuck”, he gets out and squirms, pressing his legs together, “don’t say that, I’m gonna leak on the sheets.”

You chuckle, “I’m just stating the obvious. You’re not gonna be able to be quiet. Sorry Kookie, but because of this I can’t give you what you want.”

You flip to your other side, grinning to yourself when Jungkook grabs your hip desperately. 

“___ baby…please”, he begs in a breathy voice and his thumb drawing swirls on your skin.   

If you were being honest, you had been feeling a little horny yourself before Jungkook confessed. You are very down to mingle, but getting him to beg some more is way too much fun not to do it. He is so delicious when he is desperate. 

“Sorry, the risk is too high.”

Jungkook lets out a dramatic little sob, following it up with a whiney “pleaseee” and his cheek rubbing against your shoulder. He is such a cutie. 

“You can’t sway me. My decision is final”, you coo, grinning to yourself. 

“Please, baby. I’ll be so, so quiet”, he pleads and begins kissing your neck. 

It tingles, sending electricity to your core. You press into him, parting your lips in a silent gasp. 

“Please baby, please I’ll be quiet”, Jungkook begs between kisses, upping the game by cradling your right breast in his strong hand. He kneads and massages it gently, rubbing his thumb over your nipple every chance he gets. 

“Behave, Kook”, you sigh. 

Jungkook purrs quietly, flicking his tongue over the piercings on your ear. He makes sure that it brushes your skin as well so you could feel the tongue he could put to good use. 

“Please? I’ve been such a good boy today.”

A fond smile curls your lips.

“Have you?” 

“Yeah, so good. Such a good boy. I filled up the gas for you when you went to pee, remember?” 

“Mhm, I do remember.”

“And I let you squeeze my butt at the red light.” 

“You did let me, yeah.”

“I was a good boy, please”, he begs and gives your nipple an especially good massage, “please can I have a reward, please?” 

“Fine, fuck you’re too good”, you give up because you can’t deny him when he is hitting you with The Good Boy. He is too powerful and the goodest boy. You couldn’t possibly deny him.

“Thank you, god I’m gonna fuck you so good”, Jungkook says and rolls you to your back as best as the small bed allows. 

His tits are pressing into your arm like this. Fuck, they are so huge. All this working out he is doing really pays off because his tits are gorgeous. 

Jungkook pecks your lips before paying attention to your jawline instead. He runs his tattooed hand all over your torso and legs, reminding your skin why his touch will always be the best. 

You enjoy the attention with closed eyes and your fingers feeling up his tits as best as possible. So squishy and soft when relaxed, but so hard and strong when flexed. Fuck, he could smother you with them and you would thank him. 

“You really want this, don’t you? I’m not forcing you?” he makes sure in a whisper and his gentle fingers caressing your waist.

“Yes Kook, I want this. Just wanted to make you work for it.”

“Wah baby, so mean” he gasps.

You snicker.

“No, don’t laugh. Do you have any idea how awful blue balls are? I was fighting for my life and you were just being a tease? Wah so mean.”

You giggle, hooking your fingers behind his neck.

“I wasn’t being mean.”

“Yeah, you were. God, come here you”, he says and begins nibbling on your jawline, “I’ll eat you up, you tease.” 

You laugh and squeak, scrunching your face in happiness. It tickles, but in a good way. A tingly way. 

Jungkook hums, smiling against your skin. He loves hearing you laugh. 

“Such a tease. My baby’s such a fucking tease”, he purrs, moving his lips to the most sensitive part of your neck while his tattooed, strong hand feels up your waist and hips. 

You sigh, melting in his hands. You are still hot, but it feels nice. He is getting you all heated up and bothered. You love being like this because of him, breathing heavier because it is so exciting. 

“Mhm? You’re a fucking tease. Making me beg and driving me crazy that way. Fuck”, he moans softly, squeezing your thigh. He slides his hand to your inner thigh afterwards, sending electricity through your veins. 

You open your legs further, feeling heat pool where you need him most. 

“I’m gonna eat you up”, he rasps and takes your earlobe between his teeth to tug on it gently.

“Kook, fuck”, you get out breathily, arching your back. 

“And out”, he whispers, “get it? Gonna eat you up and out.”

“That’s not funny”, you whine, but laugh.

“Yeah it is, you’re laughing”, he snickers.

“Cause you’re silly, you goof.”

He smiles and kisses your cheek, pressing himself closer until his semi hard cock rubs against the side of your leg. He humps it slowly, feeling up your inner thighs with more vigor. 

“I need you so bad, babygirl. I need you so fucking bad.” 

“Take me. Please”, you beg in a sigh, feeling excitement leak out of you. You are aching. You need him to act soon or else you are going to be the one not staying quiet. 

Jungkook presses a kiss to your cheek and whispers a needy curse, before finally breaking away from you to disappear under the blanket.

You feel him grab your hips and fix your position, opening your legs willingly. His head is hidden under the blanket, his strong hands hold your hips. His lips kiss down your inner thighs.

“My babygirl, my fucking queen, my everything”, he whispers and finally, fucking finally, you feel his wet, hot tongue against your pussy.

“Kook”, you get out at a normal volume before you remember where you are, “shit, sorry.” 

“Ssh quiet, baby”, he is teasing, smiling against you, “you gotta be quiet.”

“Fuck…” you croak and throw your arm over your eyes, “ah, fuck. God, Kook.”

Jungkook chuckles, burying his mouth back in your pussy again to lap up the sweetness you offer him gladly. He purrs and hums, making it even harder for you to stay quiet. 

But this is his plan. You want to tease him for being loud? You dare to call him a whiny baby? He is going to show you how easily he can make you struggle with your volume. The only whiney baby is going to be you and he is going to fucking make you shake on his tongue. 

“You’ve got the best pussy”, he says and slurps deliciously, “the fucking best. You’re so sweet, so fucking sweet”, he adds between his hungry slurping. He rests two of his fingers against your pussy, wetting them with eager licks as he worships your clit. Once his digits are wet and slickened, he pushes them inside, forcing shakes through your legs. 

“Hmhmn”, you let out, trying so so hard to keep your mouth shut. It’s difficult. His fingers are your ruin.

He has the longest fingers ever. You always forget how long they are until you have them inside you to his knuckles with your body feeling as if it is being consumed by electric flames. 

“Kook”, you croak, arching your back as your fingers close around a bundle of his hair. 

Jungkook purrs against you, flicking his tongue over your clit messily while his long digits fuck your puffy hole. Your walls are throbbing around him, your g-spot is swelling more and more. Jungkook fucks it out of hiding with how good he fingers your pretty pussy. Good. That’s what he wants. He needs you blissed out.

“Like it? You’re shaking”, he lulls against your clit, licking her eagerly afterwards.

“Like it”, you mewl, wiggling on the sheets before deciding to arch your back again.

“Mhhhm baby”, he lets you really feel his purr, taking your clit between his lips to give her a good, long suck. And as he sucks on your bundle of nerves, he drags his slickened tongue over it in languid, long strokes. He is making the slowest love to your clit, while his long fingers fuck your pussy as if anger motivated them. 

The contrast is sending you into a frenzy. Out of all the places he could pick to give you the hottest head ever, he chooses his childhood bed. Where you can’t be loud, where you can’t chant his name and where the biggest torture is how you have to hold back. He is driving you fucking mad. 

You mewl and keen, sounding so obviously pained by how quiet you have to be. 

Jungkook breaks away from your clit with a nasty slurp, reappearing from the blanket as he sits up just a little. He has a plan and he needs to sit for it. He turns his hand palm-way up and begins drilling his digits into you quickly, keeping his fingers curled so they would stroke your sensitive spot every single fucking pump. 

“Koo-” you throw your hand over your mouth, whimpering into it loudly as your legs shake out of control.

Your pussy sounds so wet. The fuck is so rough in the best way. 

“That’s good, isn’t it?” he taunts, staring into the darkness with blown out pupils. He can feel you shake and squirm. He just knows you are covering your own mouth. 

“Mhh mhmh ngmh.” 

“Yeah it’s good. Keep staying quiet, baby”, he teases and spits on your pussy. He slips his other hand to it so he could rub your clit with his spit as sinful lube. Quick and skilled. The shakes course through your entire body, he has you fucking burning up.

“Mhm! Ahmgm!” you scream with a closed mouth, arching off the mattress so aggressively his entire bed croaks in protest. 

You drop in embarrassment, dragging your hand from your mouth.

“Please stop”, you beg squeakily, grasping his wrist to try and stop him. You can’t, destined to tremble uncontrollably as he ruins you with just his fingers.

“Hurts?” 

“No, too hard…stay…quiet pl-please.”

“Who’s the whiny baby now, mhm?” 

Your mind scrambles, your legs shake. Fuck, you’re leaking like a fucking faucet on his fingers. He is so mean. It’s getting you off so well. 

“You’re so mean”, you mewl and throw your hand over your mouth again to muffle your needy moans. 

“The fucking meanest”, Jungkook hisses and lowers his head to your pussy to lick your clit as quickly as his skilled tongue can go. He keeps you spread apart with his fingers so he can reach the best parts. All while he still drills your pussy as if she had a debt to pay. 

You grab his hair and twist. Jungkook growls from the tug, furrowing his brows. 

“Koo-” is all you get out and then you have to press your hand to your mouth. No more arm over your eyes, you need to silence yourself because Jungkook is making you climax as if you never climaxed before and you could fucking scream.

Jungkook moans into your pussy, keeping his fingers deep inside and moving as you cum all over his pretty face. He had a feeling that your hair grab meant he is making you lose control. Now that it’s his sweet reality, he is hellbent on making it the best fucking experience of your life. That most difficult one as well because he knows for a fact that you want to scream his name, but can’t. 

He is so painfully hard because of it. His pretty, perfect wife mewling so painfully tortured just because she can’t scream his name. Jungkook wants to change your life with this orgasm. Holy fuck, he is so into you.

“Stop please”, you soon beg, tugging at his hair in a way that lets him know you’ve had enough. 

Jungkook breaks away from your well fucked pussy, kissing his way up your torso. He makes sure to worship every inch of it, using his hands to give you soothing touches. That he spreads your mess this way, neither of you care about. 

He finds his home between your legs naturally. The leaky tip of his hard cock rubs over your pussy and lower tummy, but isn’t of importance for now. 

Jungkook lingers on your chest a little longer, massaging and kissing your breasts with soft moans at the back of his throat. He sucks and licks your nipples, while between your legs his cock is twitching oh so needily against your tummy.

Jungkook only moves on to worshiping your neck once your nipples are pulsating in sensitivity. 

“My good girl”, he whispers, following it up with kisses on each side of your neck. Even your throat he worships, going especially gentle because he knows it’s a vulnerable spot for you. 

“Koo”, you sigh, following it up with an exhausted huff of air. 

He kisses his way up to your face, adoring every inch of it while his fingers run along your hairline and ears. 

“My good, pretty girl”, he whispers sweetly, “how was that, babygirl?”

“Good”, you lull, melting in his safe hands.

“That’s good to hear”, he kisses your heated cheek.

“You were mean.”

He smiles against you, “I was?”

You nod your head, “I wanted to be quiet but you acted like that.”

Jungkook chuckles and kisses your lips mid-smile. He tugs on your lower lip gently, still smiling like a lovedrunk puppy. 

“I didn’t even do anything.”

“Yeah, you did. You acted like that on purpose.”

“Mhm”, another slow, obsessed kiss followed with a suck on your lower lip, “had a point to prove.” 

“Koo, you’re mean.”

“Mhm yeah”, he agrees and tongue kisses you slowly as his fingers caress your temples. He breaks the kiss with his tongue tracing your lips, “I love your pussy so much. You got me obsessed, babygirl.”

“Mhm Koo…” you mewl and squirm under him happily. 

“Fuck.” 

Jungkook’s whispered curse swirls against your lips. You know its origin without needing to ask. His cock is so hard, rubbing against your stomach and your squirming made him aware of how unfucked he still is. 

“Do you want me to return the favour?” 

His cock twitches, his fingers close a little around your face.

“You wanna suck my cock?” his voice trembled as he asked, his lips nib on yours hungrily afterwards. 

“Suck your cock, lick your balls, eat your ass. You name it.”

He smiles against your lips, letting out a raspy chuckle.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me with your words one day. Fuck”, he bites your lower lip gently, “I’m fucking crazy for you. Can I just stick it in? Please?”

“Yeah, stick it in.” 

“I love you, thank you”, he says and reaches over to turn on the light.

You groan in the sudden brightness, squinting your eyes at him. His face is flushed, his pupils dilated, his dark hair messy. You feel yourself falling for him again and again.

“Is that okay for you? Wanna see my beautiful woman when I fuck her.”

“Aww Kook, you’re so sweet. Course it’s okay. Com’ere you.” 

“Okay wait, gotta go slow. The space is small”, Jungkook says and begins his grande adventure of fixing himself atop of you.

He manages after a few bumps against the wall with his elbows.

“Okay, okay I got it. Got it”, he says and places his hands on the pillow above your head. 

He meets your eyes and grins. You retort it.

“Ready?” 

You nod your head, running your hands down his torso so you could push his cock inside.

“Want you like crazy, babyboy”, you rasp.

“Babyboy?” he is stifling a laugh, tingling like crazy because you are dragging his tip through your wet folds. It feels crazy good. 

“Mh-hm, babyboy. Fits you ‘cause you’re cute.”

“I’m not cute.”

“Right. You’re so cool”, you are teasing him, stealing him of his whiney complaint by sinking his cock into you.

“Holy fuck, ___”, he drops his face into the crook of your neck and groans. Thankfully his lips are pressed to your skin because otherwise his noise would have echoed through the entire house. 

You grab his buttocks, moving his hips this way.

“Fuck, baby”, he moans, slamming his hand onto the headboard just to drag it down in desperation. Another loud groan tickles your neck, his fingers close around the crown of your head. His arms tense.

“Quiet baby, you’re being too loud”, you coo. 

“Quiet, yeah, quiet. Ah fuck, gotta be quiet urgh mhhmhm.” 

“That’s it. Gotta be quiet”, you sigh and do the unthinkable crime of sliding your fingers between his buttocks just to rub his hole. 

“Fu-”, Jungkook stops himself, sucking on your neck instead. He whimpers cutely as he does it, gripping the edge of the pillow. 

“See? Told you, someone gonna poke your hole tonight “

“Fuck, shut up just- why are you so calm? A-ah you have me ahm, ah, fucking ah oh god, can’t talk. Oh god”, he stutters and retorts to whimpering softly and panting for air. 

“You’re cute”, you snicker and sigh just for his hearing pleasure, “such a good boy too. Such a good boy” 

“Fuck, baby…”

He begins chasing you, speeding up because you’ve got him desperate. He thrusts into you harshly.

Bang! 

“Ah, ouchies my head.”

You open your eyes.

“What happened?” you gasp, sliding your hands to his hips.

“I banged my head on this stupid headboard”, he sits back on his heels and hits the headboard softly. He pouts, rubbing his aching head. He slipped out like this, but neither of you mind as his aching head is more important right now. 

“Oh god, are you okay?” you laugh, sitting up to cup his head and rub the spot he hit.

“No, I’m not. Hurts”, he mumbles, “stupid shit, ruined the entire flow. I was picking up such a good rhythm too. Stupid.”

“God, come here you”, you say and tilt his head so you could press a kiss to the sore spot, “did that help?” 

“Yeah, thanks”, he says with a little pout still present. 

You trace it with your thumb, gazing at him.

“I’ve got an idea. Switch with me real quick.”

“Okay?” 

“Trust me.” 

“I am. Okay fine, teamwork come on.”

You and he make it work. How it happened is a mystery of the universe, but you managed.

“And now?” he asks, sitting where you once sat.

“Now, lean back and relax”, you say and push at his strong chest until his back collides with the headboard.

You climb his lap and sink down on him. 

“Baby, oh god”, he croaks, looking up at you with droopy eyes. He places his hands on your hips, giving them a needy squeeze.

“There we go. Right where you’re supposed to be.”

You begin moving instantly, bouncing up and down on his cock with a swirl in your hips. Jungkook parts his lips in a silent moan, arching his back. You know that if you were in the privacy of your own home, he would be noisy as fuck right now. But the only thing noisy is your wet pussy getting stuffed with his perfect cock and his childhood bed croaking from the movement. 

“How’s that baby?” you ask him, feeling out of breath because it feels so good to ride him. His groin keeps grinding against your clit, his cock hits all the best spots.

“Fucking heaven…ah, god ah, baby don’t stop”, he sighs, parting his lips to let small moans escape. 

“It’s safer too. Can’t have my man bang his head again”, you say as you ruffle his hair with both hands.

He grins goofily, letting his head sort of droop as you completely turn him into puddy under you. 

You giggle and cradle his head against your chest, closing your eyes. He hugs you back, throbbing deep inside you. 

“You feel so good, oh god”, Jungkook moans into you, grasping you tightly.

“You too, my love…so good…you’ve got the best cock. Fucking love it so much.”

“Holy shit, please don’t stop. It’s so intense, ah god.”

“So good, baby. So good.” 

“I love you so much, oh god. Love you, lo-love you s-so much.”

“I love you too, Kookie.”

“I love you, ah ___, I love…love you.” 

“I love you too, baby. So much.” 

Jungkook is a romantic. It has always been that way and will always stay this way. He is a total, soft and proud romantic. You notice it in day to day life in the little things he does or says. And then, when the sex hits the right spot on his heart, it practically bursts out of him. It isn’t rare that your husband ends up chanting the breathiest, neediest confessions of love when you and he are connecting. Tonight seems to hit the right spot for him. He just can’t stop saying it. It spills out of him with each movement, filling your heart with so much love for him.

You hug him closer, slowing down your bounces until you are only rocking back and forth on him. 

Jungkook whimpers into your chest, lifting his head just so he can nuzzle into your neck. 

“I love you so much”, he breathes out, shuddering uncontrollably. 

“I love you too, baby.” 

“Oh god, this feels so good.” 

“Yeah, feels amazing”, you sigh, playing with his soft hair. 

You understand why it is getting to him. You are so close. Your chests are melted together, you can feel the other’s racing pulse, your skins share one warmth and your noses are filled with the other’s scent. You are so close and connected, feeling even more intertwined through the deep, slow movements of your hips.

Jungkook slides his hands under your buttocks and lifts you just enough that he can sit cross legged and deepen the connection even further. He hits his knee on the wall as he tries to change it, mumbling a low “ouch” into your shoulder.

“Did you just hit your knee?” 

“Yeah, there’s no space. Just ignore it, it’s fine”, he jokes, making you snicker just as he makes you moan because he sinks you back onto his cock.  

“Fuck, Kook.”

“Good?” 

“We’re so close, it’s insane”, you croak and press him closer, rocking your hips back and forth needily. He is grinding against your clit, it feels so good. No words can describe how good he feels. 

“I know. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, baby.” 

Jungkook cradles you in his strong arms and sobs softly against your neck. 

“I love you…”

“I love you too…”

From what you have learned, Jungkook needs you to say it back every time when he is in that headspace. No matter how often, how many variations, how loud or quiet, you need to say it back otherwise he gets so, so sad. The three most wonderful words are so, so much more important to him when he is in this headspace and they are also, quite frankly, the hottest dirty talk you could give him. No other words, no matter how nasty and dirty, could get his cock as hard and leaky as your confession of love could get him in those moments. 

And oh how hard and leaky he is. How he is throbbing and twitching and filling you up. How his legs are shaking under you. 

You lift your head from his neck to breathe, using the moment to litter his shoulder with kisses. He has such a pretty birthmark on it. You love to kiss it. He is yours, every inch of him, every birthmark and scar, every single inch of him is yours. Yours to love, to cherish, treat well and kiss. You could honestly eat him up. 

Now aware of your changed position, Jungkook lifts his head as well, meeting your eyes. He is making the biggest, sparkliest doe eyes at you, looking so so in love. 

“I love you”, he whispers shakily.

“I love you too”, you whisper back, cradling his cheeks, “mine, you’re all mine.”

“Yours, so yours” he agrees as the galaxies in his big brown eyes practically turn into countless little hearts.

“Mhm, yeah. Mine”, you sigh, swiping your palm down his cheek until you have his throat under it. You close your fingers around his neck without applying pressure. Your other hand still cradles his cheek. 

Jungkook moans. 

“Quiet, baby.”

“Sorry, oh god it’s so hard”, he whispers and parts his lips to gasp repeatedly.

“Mhhm Kook”, you purr, “mine. I love you so much, sweetheart”, you lull and apply just a little pressure. Not enough to make him dizzy, just enough to let him know you’ve got him.

Jungkook bites down on his lower lip, grasping your waist desperately. His cock twitches deep inside you, his thighs tense under you. You are seriously ruining him. You are. 

“Good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you praise, tracing his pierced lip. Not for long because then you already have Jungkook opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. 

You drag your fingers up his soft muscle, feeling tingles deep inside you. This is so hot. 

Jungkook sighs and closes his mouth around your digits, sucking on them with pouty lips and big doe eyes. You can feel how his neck tenses from the movement and how much faster his pulse becomes. 

“You’re so hot, holy fuck”, you croak, lifting yourself off his cock so you could command him to stretch out his legs.

He follows, getting rewarded with your pussy and your eager hips dancing on his needy cock. You are on your knees for it, using the bounce of his mattress to your advantage to ride him as if it is the last time you ever will. He moans around your fingers, furrowing his brows in utter bliss.

“Quiet baby, be quiet”, you gasp out, feeling breathless from pleasure. His throat under your hand, his mouth on your fingers and his cock deep inside while his strong hands knead your waist and hips. Yeah, it can’t get any better than that. You are fucking obsessed. 

Jungkook mewls and keens. You slip your fingers out, resulting in his spit to cover his chin.

“Quiet, come on.”

“It’s, it’s so ah ha-hard. A-ah.”

“Quiet, baby. Just be quiet, it’s easy’, you order, slamming your hips down on him repeatedly. And to make matters worse, you put your slickened, greedy fingers on his left nipple to massage it eagerly. You abandon his neck to lick your other hand and use it to massage his right nipple as well. You twist and pinch, tug and rub, play with his piercings and trace his very tip. You know exactly what drives your husband crazy and you are hellbent on showing him all your tricks. 

“Stop please”, Jungkook begs, arching his back, “stop please stop”, he pleads.

“Hurts?”

He shakes his head, “too hard, please.”

“You can do it, baby. Just be quiet, it’s easy.”

“Ah god, ah, aaah” Jungkook mewls and throws his head back, grasping your waist with such desperation he brings it in just a little. He is kicking the sheets as best as possible, curling his tongue in his agape mouth. 

That’s where you want him. That’s his best look. You take his swollen nipples between your fingers and rub them in sideways motions. 

His abs tense, his huge pecs throb and tighten, his arms bulge as well. You are hitting the right fucking spots and his body reacts in the sexiest of ways. 

“Ahng”, Jungkook silences himself by throwing his hand over his own mouth. He scrunches his face, whimpering behind his hand.

“Holy fuck, this is so hot. That’s it, keep quiet. Good boy. Fuck, I love you.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes back and squeezes them shut. He sobs your name. You can feel it before you see it on his face. This was too much for him. You are making him climax. Deep, deep inside you and with days worth of hot, creamy cum he is shooting into you, bruising your waist in the process and biting down on his own palm just to stop himself from screaming your name. Tears run down his cheeks, he is arching his back even more. Yeah, you’ve really got him good. 

You help him ride it out with a fluttering heart, giving him the best kind of afterglow by cupping his face and pulling it in for kisses all while your hips rock back and forth on his still hard cock. 

Jungkook drops into your hands, feeling so far away and yet so, so close to you. His cock is sensitive, but it doesn’t hurt. It is just warm, wet and safe. He is so safe when he is inside you. Your pussy feels so good. Every ridge, hill, crevice and inch. Only you feel this good. Only you. And only you can make him feel this way. 

“I love you”, Jungkook gets out shakily, dripping tears from the tip of his perfect nose. You tilt his head up and kiss the tears away.

“I love you too, Kookie. How is my hubby love doing? Comfy?”

“Yes comfy”, his voice is just a little higher in pitch, “feels so good.” 

“Yeah, feels amazing. You did such a good job filling me up like this. Making me yours and all. I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you too, oh god”, Jungkook opens his eyes, sniffling with shaking shoulders.

“Good?”

He nods his head vigorously, cradling your cheeks.

“I just love you so much”, he squeaks and rolls his hips up slowly, meeting your movements as best as possible.

“Yes love you too”, you sigh, “oh”, your eyes go just a little out of focus, “oh Kook, there.”

“There? Do you like this?” he asks repeating his movements all the way down to flow, speed and angle. 

“Yes, so much. Ah Kookie, you…ah feel…holy fuck, so good. Ah.”

“Quiet, baby”, he whispers, making you chuckle breathlessly.

“Yeah, fuck I get you now. Fuck mhm.”

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” 

You nod your head, giving his cheeks a squeeze. 

“Shit baby. Kookie, I’m close.”

His pupils dilate even more. His breathing speeds up.

“You are?” 

“You feel so good”, you sigh and whimper softly, fluttering your lashes, “is hard.” 

“Don’t hold back, baby. I’ve got you.” 

“No, is hard to, to keep looking at you. Want to look at you as I…ah…I, I cum.” 

“Baby…” Jungkook gets out and squeezes your cheeks, “fuck. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love…you…too...Kookie ah please.”

“Let go, baby. Let go. I’ve got you, baby.”

“Koo, ah”, you squeak out, falling into him as your high overtakes you. 

You shake and convulse, using his shoulder to muffle your sounds as Jungkook soothes you. He is cradling your head, rubbing your back as he shushes you and whispers the sweetest love to you.

“That’s my girl. I love you cumming on my cock. That’s it. You’re doing so well. I’ve got you, babygirl. You’re such a good girl. Such a good girl, god you’re my good girl.” 

Honestly, you blame him for making this orgasm as hard and intense as it is, because goddamn does it feel good to be talked through this way. Fuck, you’re climaxing just from his words. Honestly. 

Jungkook makes sure to give you the best afterglow as well by squeezing your hips tighter to his body and giving your sensitive clit warm pressure. You love warm pressure after a high. The comedown is so intense but healing. And as you shudder in his arms, he is tracing your spine slowly, enjoying the moments of silence with closed eyes. You have your eyes closed as well, finding solace in his heartbeat against your chest. It is synced with yours, slowing down gradually. 

You are the one to break the silence.

“So uhm, that was intense.”

“Yeah”, he sighs and sighs again, “thank you, I needed this so bad.”

“Me too, baby. Who would have thought that your tiny bed is that good to fuck in.”

Jungkook chuckles, “yeah. The creaking was a little annoying though.”

“I kinda feel like your parents must have heard something.”

“Please don’t say that, I’ll cringe to death.”

You laugh, lifting your head from his shoulder. You press a loving kiss to his lips then wipe his tear-stained cheeks.

“I genuinely tried to be quiet.”

“Me too. You didn’t make it easier. I think I nutted with my nipples, no joke.”

“I can imagine”, you snort and shimmy on his lap, “I’m starting to leak.”

“Sexy.”

“Not sexy. Wet and gooey.”

“Don’t call it that”, he laughs as he helps you slip off his cock. You leak onto his thighs, hissing in distaste.

“God, such a mess. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, let it happen.”

“Don’t wanna let it happen. It’s so messy and wet.”

“Wait, let me”, Jungkook says and reaches for his bedside table. He takes a handful of tissues, “here you go”, he says and hands them to you. 

“Thanks.”

You press them to your pussy, climbing off his lap awkwardly. 

“Please ignore the noises, air sometimes has its own mind”, you mumble.

“It’s okay, let it happen baby. You know how I sometimes sound after anal.”

You and he snicker in comradery. Yep, being married and comfortable is definitely amazing. Not even the most embarrassing sex noises are embarrassing when you’re together. 

“You know, creampies are awesome in the moment, but afterwards? A cramp in the anus”, you say, wiping at your pussy with new tissues.

Jungkook laughs, “at least you’ve got tissues. Remember that one time we fucked in a motel only to realise we didn’t have tissues?”

You are putting on your pyjama just in case you meet his parents outside. If you were alone, you wouldn’t bother.

“And I had to use my hand to catch it? Yes baby, you laughed at me. How could I forget?”

“I only laughed because you were cute as you waddled to the bathroom.” 

“Yeah sure”, you say and lean down to peck his cheek, “brb, gonna go piss real quick.”

“Mhm’kay”, Jungkook says with a goofy smile on his lips. 

He is still grinning goofily when you come back, resting on his side with his eyes to the door. He is still naked, opening the blanket for you. 

“Did you steal the wall side?” you ask him as you get naked again.

“I did.”

“Not cool. I claimed it.” 

“And I reclaimed it.” 

You roll your eyes fondly, climbing under the blanket. Jungkook wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him instantly. He drapes his leg over your hips, smooching your cheek before nuzzling into your neck. 

“You feel cold”, he whispers

“The pee cooled me down.” 

“Mhm, is nice”, he kisses your skin, “sleep tight, my sweetie.”

“You too, my love”, you say and turn off the light.

He wiggles and makes a small sound of contentment. He shifts his head a little.

“Psst, sweetie?” 

“Yes, sweetie?” you giggle because he is a goof.

“How was it for you?”

“Amazing. I loved it.” 

“Me too. Was so good”, he breathes and sighs, growing softer, “I really love you. I do. Yeah, you my baby and boo.”

“That rhymed.”

“Mhm, yeah…” he sighs and exhales deeply. He fell asleep. Of course he did. 

You melt into him and drift off in his arms. Maybe sharing a small bed isn’t as terrible as you first thought it would be. 

[divine-victory]

Tidbit Tueday

The lovely and amazing @sonofatoasterwaffle shared a wonderful snippet from a WIP they're working on and tagged me to do the same. So here is a snippet from a Friends-to idiots-to Husbands AU I'm working on in which Eddie is helping Buck plan his wedding. 😌

Thank you for the tag 🫶🏻🥰

Buck’s sudden stillness has pulled all of Eddie’s strings tight. He meets Buck’s eye, then. Keeps his stare steady and open. He always wants to hear what Buck has to say. Regardless of how convoluted or long-winded his explanations get, Eddie always wants to listen to him talk. “I told her about a call we had once,” Buck says, and the anxious tilt of his tone is gone. There is something settled in Buck as he continues, and Eddie’s arms tingle at the realization. “An older couple who had lived a happy life full of love for each other. One of them told me that you couldn’t truly find love and had to build a life like that.” Buck pauses and stares into Eddie’s eyes, like he is trying to communicate the weight these words had on him. Eddie feels that weight sinking into the pit of his stomach. The puzzle pieces are falling together, and Eddie thinks he might fall along with them.  “I’m tired of trying to find love, Eds,” Buck says, and his smile turns self-conscious. His words are shy, even though his tone remains steady. “I’m ready to build it.” Eddie feels the world shift around him. He can’t quite tell what changes. But it feels disorienting, like stepping off a rollercoaster with too many loops. “I think I already have been,” Buck’s voice is quieter, and his smile is a lot more reserved. But it is so sweet that Eddie can practically taste it on his lips as Buck looks at him through his eyelashes. “I’m ready to be married.” Eddie gasps at the words, and Buck keeps talking. Directing the rest of his speech to Eddie’s socked toes, Eddie can't hear a word even though Buck's smile keeps getting bigger and brighter and his cheeks rosier. His blood is rushing too fast and too loud. He is so happy for Buck.  At least, he thinks that’s what’s crushing his lungs and making it hard to breathe. It has to be the joy he gets at the prospect of his best friend getting married. Building a life. He is so excited for Buck to have a family. A-a kid. With Natalia. In fact, he is so delighted for Buck that his chest feels like it’s being ripped apart into pieces.  He feels his eyes tear up and tries to hold it back, but it’s too late. A tear splashes beside his socked feet, and Buck whips his head to look at Eddie. His eyes are wide and scared. Eddie hates that look on Buck's face. He hates to be the reason for it to be there, so he forces a chuckle out and wipes the unshed tears away. “They’re happy tears, Buck,” he rushes to reassure him, and he is rewarded with the way Buck’s face softens. “I just can’t believe you rush over to tell me.” “Yeah?” Buck asks, and it is filled with so much hope.  “Yeah, I just feel so lucky,” he says with a smile, feeling his chest clench with the words. “I- I do too,” Buck says so earnestly that Eddie feels like he is intruding. “This might sound stupid, but I–um, can I hug you?” “Of course,” Eddie answers and rushes forward to pull Buck into his chest. They both move to stand up with the embrace in such synchronicity that Eddie can’t help but chuckle as he hurries his face into the crook of Buck's neck. Buck engulfs him in the hug as if trying to absorb Eddie through osmosis. Eddie could swear he feels the phantom touch of lips against his temple, and his heart does something like a pirouette in his chest.

No pressure tags- @jtownraindancer, @buckleyflower, @mbirnsings-71, @icyfox17

[quinloki]

WIP game!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

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Thanks for the tag @shaanks \o/ I'mma try not to tag any of the same folks you did, to make sure and spread this around, wish my luck y'all

/hides face/ all your wips huh... 😳K. I'll just stick with what I'm actively working on, not the ones I tucked into hiatus so I could breathe a little easier. (NONE of these are SFW).

A Truly Mythological Christmas - Marco x Reader Hallmark AU - part of my 100k writing challenge for this month. Uses a lot of Hallmark style movie tropes, but also turns them on their head too.

Starling - Crocodile x Reader Omegaverse yandere multi-ending short story that became an unplanned part of my writing challenge this month ^^;

The Dragon's Clause - Sabo x Reader Fantasy AU where Sabo's the "grand duke" of the Gao Kingdom. He's friends with the Dawn Kingdom's newly crowned prince Ace, (and second prince Luffy)

Hey Doll - Thatch x Reader Government Mandated Marriage AU.

Heart of Gold - Law x Reader - The Grandline Metro AU, the last of the first four books for the series.

Just Like Fire - Ace x Reader - Modern AU where the reader is Sabo's sister. People are "cursed" vs having DF, and Ace is a fire fighter ^_^ Just 2 more chapters to go, I'm hoping to wrap it up before end of January 2025

By Any Other Name - Host Club AU - multi-series. The main story line will shatter into different endings like an otome game.

Souled Out - Demon!Eustass x Reader - You've lost your soul and summoned a demon to help. He has an appetite unrelated to your soul.

Hat Trick - (ah ha, oops, don't have this on Ao3... ) Law/Reader/Kid - Modern AU where polycule saves the day.

Passing Fascination - Yandere!Eustass x Reader - slow going, but canon-style AU where Eustass decides you might be the only One Piece he needs - whether you want him or not.

Honeysuckle: Red - Vampire AU I've been world-building. The Honeysuckle series will cover quite a few blorbos, but :Red is Eustass Kid x Reader.

Whew.

OH! and uh... The Pact ^^; Which is my OC Quill, and my friend's OC Lil' and it's a Quill x Marco (but I am oddly EXTREMELY shy about sharing it.)

Tagging: @lyndsyh24, @hannahbarberra162, @fanaticsnail, @mamaalpha, @cebwrites, @cyborg-franky

@theaceofflamesposts, @sanjis-all-blue, @leftsidebonfire, @mydisenchantedeulogy, @thus-spoke-lo, @vegalustirra

And anyone so inclined to join in can consider this an open invite \o/

[lottiesnotebook]

Hiiii Happy DADWC!

Prompt from the angsty family list: “We’re the only family you have left!” for Hawke family!

- asexualtabris 💜

Oh I love the Hawke family so much. These tragic awful women who are not necessarily the best at loving each other, but are all the others have left... I hope you enjoy this little snippet about Bethany, I hope it's what you were hoping for!

Hawke Family, grief/mourning, angst, sibling relationships

@asexualtabris | @dadrunkwriting

never knew what it meant to be whole and free

Quarters are close, in the belly of the ship. They share a small cabin with two other families, and Aveline Vallen, the templar's wife who has somehow been folded into their little group, for all that Rhiannon can barely trust her and Bethany knows she is twitchy and fearful despite her best efforts to seem normal. Likely she'd be twitchy and fearful anyway - she's never been around so many people in her life before, let alone sleeping in a small room among them - but the presence of the widow Vallen, the Templar's wife who knows her greatest secret, her family's shame, does nothing to make things easier. Every time she looks up, she feels her pale green eyes fixed on her, and shrinks away from her gaze, raw and vulnerable as an exposed nerve.

All of her feels raw and vulnerable right now. All her life, Carver has stood between her and the world, a sword and steady shield to hide behind when she was shy, or afraid, or overwhelmed by a world far larger than the walls of their farmhouse. All her life, she's had her brother's shoulder to lean against, the support post to her clinging vine. All her life, she's been one half of a greater whole, and now she is alone, and her brother lies somewhere in the dirt outside Lothering, unburied, unmarked for who he was only a few days ago. Now she is alone, and it astonishes her that her lungs can still draw breath, that her heart can still beat when half of it is already gone.

From somewhere far away, she feels a hand on hers, her sister's body pressed close on the narrow bunk, hip-to-hip, shoulder-to-shoulder.

"I'm here, Bethy," she says, her voice thin and thready, insufficient. Always, she knows, Rhiannon has felt insufficient - a pale imitation of her father, of the daughter their mother wanted. Now, her presence is a reminder of Carver's absence - she's attempting to slot into the hole he has left in the world, though her shoulders will never be broad enough to fill it, her back never strong enough to carry the weight of them all.

She squeezes her hand back anyway, because it's all she can give her: "I know, Rhian."

"I won't leave again."

It's not a promise she will keep, Bethany already knows that. She's the family secret, the weight that crushed her father - her mother could have fetched a healer for him sooner, if she hadn't been so scared Bethany would be discovered. Her brother died charging into battle to shield her with his own body. Her mother… Leandra lies in the bunk above theirs, her face turned to the wall, pale and wasted as a ghost, too empty even to cry. Carver would know what to do, she thinks. Carver was always making Mother smile, with grubby bouquets of wildflowers, with sticky kisses pressed to her cheeks, with stories of adventures more mundane, less scandalous than Rhiannon's.

She does not know how to comfort her mother now, does not know how to reach her across the ocean of grief that lies between them. Grief for a twin, grief for a child, the severed ties of a blood and body once shared between the three of them. It should bring them closer - some of the families in the hold with them cling to each other, drink in each other's faces, say do you remember, do you remember as if retreading the paths of the dead will bring back their shades from across the veil. Instead, she is on one desert island, her mother on another, and her sister…

Rhiannon is not her sword, her steady shield. Rhiannon is not the pole around which she's grown her whole life. If Rhiannon is anything, she's a ship on the black water, sailing back and forth between their islands, trying her best to rescue them despite the darkness that surrounds them all. She brings them both the thin gruel that's all the refugees are fed, tells them nonsense stories of moving islands and mermaids, or true ones of quarrels between the crew or mischief the children on the ship have gotten into, curls up on their bunks and holds them when they weep. She says many things, in the hold, in the dark, but what Bethany remembers is something she murmurs to their mother, in the depths of the night, when she is pretending to sleep.

"Please don't go. We're the only family you have left."

Those are the words she hears, when she gives herself up to the Circle, when she and her mother and Gamlen are reduced to begging for scraps at the neighbours' door while her sister lies somewhere in the Deep Roads.

She cannot tell her you left me first. She isn't quite that cruel.

[neongreenllama]

Wednesday Snippet!

I feel very honored to be tagged again by the lovely @pinklume !!! I have nothing new to share because life's been kicking my ass, so this is some dialogue from an old wip where they're at a party with parents from Harry's school...

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Sirius: I’m his godfather. We’re his guardians.

OC 1: Oh, I’m sorry. Are his parents …

Sirius: Dead? Yes.

OC 1: I'm sorry. What happened?

Sirius: Car accident. (waves it off) Yes, yes, it’s a long, complicated story full of grief and guilt and sadness. (to Remus) Have you tried the canapés? They’re delicious.

Remus: (cheerful) Oh, they have canapés?

Sirius: Yep, over there. (nods in the direction)

Remus: D’you mind?

Sirius: Not at all, bring me some too.

(Remus leaves to get canapés)

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OC 2: How did you apply for adoption?

Sirius: Easy. All you have to do is become really close childhood friends with this guy until you’re inseparable like brothers. And then you wait until he marries the woman of his dreams, impregnates her – way too early, if you ask me – and makes you the child’s godfather. And then all that’s left to do is kill them. (claps, OC 2 jumps) Bam! You’ve lost everything but you’re a father now. Good luck.

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Sirius: Yes, we’re gay. Yes, his parents are dead. Yes, his father was like a brother to me. Yes, it’s very sad. Yes, I killed them –

Remus: You didn’t.

Sirius: Stands for debate. Can we move on? Lovely party, isn’t it? You know, it’s nice, we don’t get to go to many parties since the little one is such a menace. Do you?

OC 3: … Do I what?

Sirius: Go to parties. You know, anything that’s not a children’s birthday party.

Remus: Mh, I like children’s birthday parties, there’s always cake.

Sirius: True. (both look at OC 3 expectantly)

OC 3: Sometimes.

Sirius: How do you do it? Do you just lock the kid in the bathroom with no sharp objects?

OC 3: … We … we have a babysitter.

Remus: (to Sirius) I told you.

Sirius: (grumbles) I don’t like the idea of leaving him with a stranger.

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Tagging @polaroidcats because I know she has something to share and the world needs to see it! Don't be shy!! (no pressure no pressure)

[graysparrowao3]

hello, sorry for the slow response to the tag - I too have been travelling!

I LOVED your Aradin x Rugan fic and would love to hear more about the second installment for the WIP game!

Oh gosh! Hello! You know, we both apologized for slowness, but this was a delightful surprise! I'm so, so happy to hear you liked it, it has rocketed to the top of my guilty pleasures, for sure. (And I hope your travel went well!) Sure thing, it would be my pleasure!

So I really did quite like what will now be part 1 of the Rugan x Aradin fic, set in The Blushing Mermaid, but wasn't sure where I could take it next, what with it being set as a one night stand. But then a thoughtful comment by @benicemurphy set a fire of inspiration going, and these two are going to have another entirely filthy and unhealthy encounter! Hooray! It shall be called... A Second Night Stand in The Elfsong Tavern.

I hope both you and @benicemurphy, to whom this shall be dedicated, like the following snippet from the WIP so far (further editing still to be made)! In this part they have just entered a room in The Elfsong Tavern and things get heated.

Tags to be mindful of below the cut: Explicit Sexual Content, Mildly Dubious Consent, Sub/Dom Theme

“Not bad, this,” the adventurer took an appreciative look around the room.

“Don’t say I never take you anywhere nice,” Rugan said as he closed the door to the private quarters.

“Give over,” Aradin muttered.

“Got ourselves quite the upgrade," the Zhent eyed up the plush duvet and decorative stitching on the pillows as he unthreaded himself from his leather.

The younger man impulsively pulled his tunic over his head, throwing his clothing aside and making straight for the well cushioned bed. He hopped onto the soft cover, bouncing the mattress underneath him.

"Oh aye, this'll do." He squished his hands down into the downy material, nodding in approval.

"I don't think so, love," the Zhent cocked his head sharply to the side.

The man sitting on the bed stared up at him.

"Are you havin' a laugh?"

"Remind me who's footin’ the bill?"

“Taking the piss, you are,” Aradin climbed off the bed and snatched up his tunic from the floor, “you know what, reckon I can get my own. Might find less of a tosser to share it with an’ all.”

The adventurer took several assured steps towards the door, when the Zhent pulled him sharply back by his hips, his body forced back, away from the exit. A hand directed the younger man’s head, tilting it back. The Zhent didn’t wait for a hesitation or refusal, sliding his tongue past surprised lips, encouraging them open and pressing onto them, smothering them with his own. Pressing the younger man’s face against him, his kiss was firm and wet, forcing his tongue into a mouth as though he had permission. He pushed against the younger man who was tense in his hands and lips, stunned by the shock of intimate touch. Moving his hand through the curls of his hair, tightening the grip on his thigh. He devoured with careless lips and fervent tongue. Suddenly, he pulled back, a snap of their separation as the younger man gasped.

“Thought you weren’t about all that," the adventured blinked, finding those blue eyes so close to his.

“That a complaint?”

“Didn’t mean it like that.” He hadn’t meant to, but the adventurer leant back, desperately seeking the touch of lips that had moved away. The older man moved in close, hot breath blowing into unsatisfied lips.

“I bet you didn’t,” he held back, holding himself just shy of a kiss, taunting the softer mouth that was eager for more, “too bad you’re on your way out.”

The young man swallowed and involuntarily licked his dry lips.

“Could be convinced otherwise.”

“Could you now.”

“May’ve been misled. Made a rash decision.”

“Bad habit of yours. One of many.”

He felt the body of the older man grind up behind him, firm and hard, impatient hands gripping onto his waist.

“Knew you wanted me to stay,” the younger man pressed his haunches back and tried to force a confidence that would claw back some of his dignity.

He felt the breath of the older man on his neck, thick and sharp with alcohol. The man behind him gripped his hips, holding them tightly, fingers digging into the crease of his groin. He leant in close, touching his lips to the edge of the younger man’s ear, a tease of a false kiss. He breathed heavily and whispered low,

“You don’t know a fuckin’ thing.”

The Zhent slid his hand under the younger man’s tunic, moving quickly over his thigh and between his legs. He compelled a sharp inhale as he ran his fingers over him, massaging him over the fabric. He felt the younger man harden under his firm touch and roll his head back. The adventurer wanted to make a smart-arse response. Gods, did he want to, but the movement of a hand across the tightness at his waist stole his breath as his mouth gaped. The Zhent pushed his body close so that the young man could feel the demand before he heard it.

“Now be a good lad, I've got a cock that needs sucking."

[coeluvr]

Hello dearest!

I don't usually write messages because I have weird, shy internet anxiety, but I wanted to make an exception because compliments always motivate me to keep writing and I need u to keep writing so I can finally h*ld Vincent's h*nd!!! 😔😭🤡

This is one of the few IFs where I actually want to romance all ROs!!! Usually, I have a few I really want to romance and the rest I slog through cause completionist tendencies. But you've done a wonderful job of not only making the characters feel very alive and dynamic but also making them all appealing and attractive.

I usually always want to romance the hater because pettiness fuels me but also love angst with a kill them with kindness mc (I WILL H*LD VINCENTS H*ND OR DIE FIGHTING GOD). So, confirmed Vincent-mancer. His art? HIS EYES. HIS LIPS. PRETTY PRIVELEGE IS REAL AND ALL CRIMES ARE EXCUSED (also I really tried going into it being like he's not sad!!! But, as someone who's been in that place, while not an actual war, he definitely comes across as sad in the sense of a weariness at life and that he's struggling to fit back into his skin as pre-trauma Vincent. Artist did a 10/10 job with all the art because THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL I CREYYYY)

But the chokehold Hunter has on me? They were gonna be first because their personality is appealing to me both fictional and irl but omg everything I read I HAVE TO HAVE MORE. Like it's moved beyond I'd definitely vibe with this character and look forward to their route to i WANT TO SMOOCH THEIR PRETTY FACE OFF. So now confirmed Hunter-mancer (I actually died on the tattoo snippet on patreon is it a good or bad day to be bi?)

Helios kind of types I'm more of a 50/50 with, but obviously gotta do it for the juicy drama. But all stuff with him has just been so ??!!!???😳😳🫠 like he just leaves me more intrigued. Confirmed Helios-mancer. (The amount of times I'm gonna replay his route to try different things is actually gonna be crazy)

Soarine hot women nuff said. But also just ???!!!?!? I can't even form words. I'm so excited for more scenes with her. Confirmed Soarine-mancer. (Ma'am pls step on me respectfully and not so respectfully)

Fadiya as the official best friend (Hunter you're a bestie too but I feel bad like I'm making u choose between me and Helios :((( ) is usually one I'd keep strictly platonic. I love platonic routes as much as romance and nothing grabs me more than having a best friend character in IFs. BUT SHES SO ADORABLE. I WANNA SMOOSH HER CHEEKS. Also I feel her cause I'm that oblivious too 😭😭😭 I always appreciate ifs having the shy and bold type flirting but I need an oblivious idiot one because I'd be accidentally flirting with her like I do with all my friends without realizing I'm in love with her (and then be unable to speak to her once I realize because flirting? With people that aren't just platonic friends??? That I have feelings for????? Sounds fake). I gotta write the fanfic now (and perhaps share with u once I get over my shyness)

I really am looking forward to the next chapter! I'm so glad I subscribed on patreon too :))) keep up the good work (it also motivates me to cure my depression and post my stuff too)

💙💙💙💙💙

This is so sweet, anon 🥺 Thank you for sending me this message!!

I'm so glad all of the ROs are appealing to you! I love them all so much they're all beautiful and have so much to their stories. 🥰

Vincent's pretty privilege is insane lmao so many people folded when they saw him 😭 I guess Vincent's inner sadness seeped through because he's really okay #trust but then I probably have a wildly different definition of okay haha very low standards of living over here. He was also never trauma free lol my man just going through it. 🤭

I understand your love for Hunter!! They are just very... very. The tattoo part is one of my favs too they're so smooth with it like okay you're popular with everyone we get it 🙄 *cries to sleep*

Helios is super interesting to me because of the way he handles things and his mindset like I need to study him under a microscope. His route will definitely fulfill all your desires for drama! 🥳

Soarine hot woman. Real. She can ruin my life any day.

Fadiya is perfection and a gift from the gods because she's just so 🥹🥹 I love her to bits and she's going to be so fun to write.

Thank you for your kind words! I love these kind of messages so you're right hehe. Definitely gave me a boost! 💗

[monsterfloofs]

I don't know if this recommendation will interest you or if you've already seen it but have you seen the movie Vampire Hunter D Bloodlust?

They have the whole movie in dub and sub on youtube for free and I'm plan to rewatch it again this year.

It following a Dhampir vampire hunter who is commissioned to save a lady named Charlotte from the Vampire Meier Link who seemingly stolen her away. But there is more to it than most people in there world expect due to prejudice.

That's the best I can describe without spoiling it. Now it's a mostly fine movie to get through but I must mention at the final act especially from what I remember there is some blood and gore sprinkled throughout the film but other than that its a great movie. Especially for Halloween. That even me who is a bit squeamish I do really like the movie.

It's really beautifully animated and characters. And it's set in the future but covered in old gothic era elements and aesthetic.

Now you don't have to consider the recommendation but if you're interested it might add to your Halloween.

Sorry for the long ramble but I saw your post about it being hard for you this season and I've been feeling the same lately catching a cold at the cusp of the season. But I'm trying to plan out for a fun day on Halloween with things I like to make it more special.

Here's hoping it ends on a high note for us both and everyone else who needs it! Take care and I wish you all the best and fond wishes!

I have not seen a Vampire D movie! I did listen, to an audio book of the story while I was at work shelving one time. I thought it was a facinating story and did not realize the world building in Vampire D included both electronic marvels and also semi historical things thrown together in a distopian world due to what happened to the human race. It's a fascination mash up between the two and from the snippets of art I have seen it is a very beautiful art style.

Geniunely, truely, from the bottom of my heart, please never feel bad about rambling here! I am a shy bean who has trouble making connections and communicating so getting to talk to others, even in an ask format is a treat to me. I say this with every ounce of sincereity I can muster. Thank you, thank you for taking the time to share something that is precious to you. You have no idea how many times I read this before trying to figure out an equally suitable response.

And I am also going to send you a buck of digital hugs 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂 because it sounds like you need them too this season. I am so sorry that spooky month is also not going so well for you. But yes, we shall do our best to reclaim it, and if that means extending it through November and beyond well, I'd like to see people try and stop us! Spooky season is a mindset after all. ^-^ ) Thank you again for sharing a spooky month tradition of yours with me! Watching beloved movies is high on our tradition list too!

I honestly would love to read about what others do to celebrate, what nostalgia things they like to do, what movies they dust off and rewatch every year like a ritual. Songs or games, or lighting candles? Decorating the porch, heck, where I live, raking leaves is like a ritual. We have a beautiful fall change over and the leaves get everywhere! A big tradition for our household is holding a family pumpkin carving party, where we eating apple dumplings and watch Charlie Brown's Halloween and The Disney Legend of Sleepy Hollow to celebrate my Mother's Birthday since she was born just a few days from Halloween!

[ladykailitha]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

"File" Names

Soulmate AU

Omega Escort Steve

Boy w/a Bat Book 2

Steve is in a Metal Band (The Fallen)

Snippet

Steve paced back and forth in his front room as he waited for Chrissy to come over. It wasn’t as though she lived far away. She lived like two floors below him.

She was younger than he was by about two years. Like Tommy and Carol everything was happy town with her boyfriend Jason until she presented and was found out to be infertile.

Jason and his parents fought hard to have her put in the Church to be a celibate nun. But thankfully for Chrissy her dad had more sense. Not her mom though. Her mom had gone so far as to drive her to the local nunnery and drop her off.

But after a talk with the Mother Superior and a call to her dad, they made the arrangement that Chrissy would finish up her schooling at the nunnery and then when she turned eighteen she could choose to stay or take one of the other two options.

When Chrissy chose Starcourt, the money was split between the nunnery and her dad.

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You'll notice that two of people's favorites aren't up there this week. That's because I have gotten too far ahead in either The Harrington Pattern or Well Met By Moonlight for me to post snippets. Now, I could do what I've done before and write for the requested story plus one of my choosing and only post the latter, but...that was exhausting.

So you get these four instead. Just a reminder The Fallen one is about the Sleep Token-esque metal band with fake names and masks.

I run this game from 8am-11pm MST and I will be taking questions all day. But it's also my husband's birthday tomorrow so I'm not sure how much time I'll have (he works during the day) but if I don't get to all of them before 11pm, I will work on the rest tomorrow.

That said, there isn't any need to be shy. Ask as many times as you like, as often as you like. Go nuts, have fun!

[sol-consort]

heyyy i love your writing and i was wondering if you have any requests you’re working on👀

Thank you so much! I'm happy to hear you like my writing this much <33 Yes, I currently have 3 requests. One still baking in the oven, while the other two are finished cooling down and now awaiting frosting. A fluffy Jack one for valentine's day, A reimagining of the whole Citadel DLC but with Thane instead during all of the missions and lastly Helldivers 2 smut.

Here are snippets.

Jack fluffy headcanons

Jack always hated the concept of true love. That one person is supposed to magically fix all of her problems and flaws.

It just doesn't seem realistic, not to mention how weird it is to imply that people need to be fixed. That living beings are just broken on their own and require this special random someone else to put them together.

And since she has met you, she realised how right she is in her belief.

You didn't fix her. You didn't even attempt to. Not once did you imply that she should change who she or water her traits down for others.

You accepted her, flaws and all. Shitty personality and all.

It made her feel weird. To realise she has been deserving of love all of that time, that it was never something wrong with her that made others leave her.

That she was complete the whole time. Despite everything Cerberus did, not once did they manage to steal her from herself.

☆

Thane Citadel DLC - Citadel: Party - Afterparty scene with Kolyat

You're reminded of the first time you've seen Kolyat, of the first meeting between him and his father during your time at Cerberus

They've really grown closer and somehow managed to overcome all the obstacles and muddy past they had. Kolyat forgave his father, and Thane was grateful for being offered a second chance again.

And yet, he risked it for you, the life he worked hard to fix and turn around.

For the second time.

You notice the bag of medicine Kolyat was carrying and the open water bottle in Thane's hand.

His son must have come here all the way, first thing in the morning, just to deliver his father's medicine.

You give them their space, not wanting to interrupt Kolyat's angry lecturing of his father.

The last thing you see before going back inside is Thane pulling his son into a hug. Reassuring him that everything will be alright, his dad is right here.

Going back inside and checking with the rest of your crew and passing the hangover pills around, you gather them for breakfast.

Thane enters shortly after, and you stand up from the table and go to meet him at the door.

Offering him to bring Kolyat to join you and the rest for breakfast.

"Siha...I wouldn't want to impose."

"Nonsense Thane, you're as much part of this team as everyone here."

You step closer to the man whose extended lifespan feels nothing short of a miracle, the man you've come to love with all of your soul. If it wasn't for the war, you would spend every second you could spare with him until his last breath.

His hands feel cold against yours, his touch so familiar and full of longing.

Your eyes are full of promises when you meet his green ones, surrounded by abyssal darkness like the deep ocean. Promises to fight this war, to make the world a better place.

For Kolyat. You'll make sure his son gets to grow up in a safe world. That even when Thane is gone, he can entrust you to be a guardian to his son and look out for him after the fight is won.

But for now, you ask nothing more of this life than this one chance to share a meal with the two of them. Sit around a breakfast table and have a glimpse of what a normal life with Thane must have looked like in a different world.

With a nod, Thane accepts and goes to bring his son inside.

At first, Kolyat is shy and unsure at sitting next to so many people, most of them legends and hangover at that too.

You're amused at how much this scene reminds you of how Thane acted at the start of the casino mission, like father like son.

But after some time, Kolyat starts opening up to others and answering their curious questions. Surprisingly it is Grunt who is the most interested in him and continuesly asks him about sharks and if Kolyat has seen any.

He answers that he has swam with many, and just like that, Grunt is hooked and pushes James out of the seat next to Kolyat so he may claim James's seat for his own.

The two of them click immediately. By the end of it, they exchanged contact information. Grunt promising to share his secret stash of shark videos with Kolyat, who turned out to be very knowledgeable about marine biology.

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Helldivers 2 - heavy smut

Of course like any other activity that involved sexual Intercourse with another human, it required an immediate report in the aftermath to the ministry of healthcare in the form of paperwork. In the case the activity could result In a child, an extra paperwork is in order to request a permission slip that you could forward to the ministry of population regulation in order to start your work towards getting pre-pre-approval for the right to create a child, with additional screening and tests required to pass through plus an additional wait period depending on how many other people are requesting the permission to repopulate during this year. All fall under the rule of C-01. Failure to do so might result in having the right to your reproductive organs revoked for not meeting the standards of civility expected of every loyal citizen to uphold the constitution of managed democracy.

Paying no mind to your numbing kneeling knees, much like you had to crawl through dirt and kneel during combat to get better accuracy on your machine gun, you could endure staying in this position for hours.

You were made to fight, your body honed for combat, endurance, and stamina. The officer could be as rough as he wants with you, and you'd still take it because that is your purpose in life.

It was decided for you, like everything else in your life. You don't need to ponder or get curious about anything. You don't even need to think because your government will do the thinking for you.

You don't even need to touch yourself, just say the word and your loyal officer will bend you over the nearest surface and fuck your brain out In front of everyone, even other helldivers in the room getting their weapons setup.

the armoury is already placed in the middle of the ship after all, it's not like all your officers and engineers haven't seen you naked while changing equipment. There is very little courtesy offered in times of war.

So it won't be any different to have you pressed against the armoury wall, thighs wrapped around him as he fills you with his cum before zipping you up and shoving you into the nearest landing pod to get ready for your mission.

Landing on the planet with legs all wobbly and stuffed to the brim with his cum. Feeling it slowly leaking down your legs and staining your armour as you fight for your life while simultaneously trying to finish your mission.

Having to work with the teammates who just watched you take a load inside and scream in pleasure, just to join them afterwards like it's nothing. Feeling their eyes on you the whole time and knowing they know what the growing stains between your legs are.

Their touches start to linger, squeezing your thighs whenever one lends you their stem injection after you run out. Groping your back as you help them reload their weapon before another breach arrives.

That's the humiliating fate that you could be subjected to. That's the life of a soldier you signed up for.

Instead you're here, laying on a semi comfortable bed as with your hand held tenderly while someone prepares you with their fingers.

Taking you to his own quarters, giving you the luxury of privacy and going out of his way to be kind to you. Your superior must really care for you.

[ruegracieuse]

this is random and a little embarrassing but i was curious about ur blog so i read a little and then was charmed by the way you write and express yourself and found myself relating a lot to how you have described your relationship to creativity, to the daunting challenges by the actual praxis and being a midwife to one's own creative visions and dreams and i hope you have cultivated and realized more of your courage in actualizing your ambitions as i can already tell they would be delightful to experience and witness ! I hope life is being kind to you 🤍

Hi! Please don't be embarrassed - this message is so lovely! I've been in a bit of a funk today and it sounds silly but reading this really made the clouds break a little bit :-) I really love the way you express yourself as well, this message is so well-written and the beautifully written. I love the phrase 'midwife to one's own creative visions' - it is really true that fostering and sustaining both creativity and courage is a delicate, ongoing and often exhausting task, but one of the most precious things we can do.

As far as realising courage in my own life is concerned - there are so many ways I've been wanting to till and sow and raise the seedlings of my own creativity. I want to learn how to knit, I want to do my watercolours more regularly, but most of all I want to share my writing. That last one absolutely requires the most courage, and the most work - I'm pretty good at regularly writing little snippets in my notebook or on my phone, but I am desperately shy about sharing them. I also want to build short stories rather than keeping things as little creative micro-pieces or paragraphs. But perhaps beginning by sharing some of my small, off-the-cuff writings will help.

I'm in the thick of applying for PhD programmes at the moment, which I do think is a creative venture - all good scholarship I believe requires just as much creative thinking and practice as it does analysis. Contacting scholars I admire and asking if they'd like to supervise me and pitching my idea and growing it into a fleshed proposal has required a little courage, so hopefully I'm not fully failing myself on the courage side of things - it's just taken a slightly different form than what I was anticipating. This message is a little spur to put myself out there in the areas I care about, too - it really is so lovely, and so humbling, to think that someone else out there enjoys the way I have thought about and expressed something.

I hope life is being kind to YOU, and have a lovely day/evening, wherever you are <3

[sirsparklepants]

Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Answered here!

How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Uhhh, depends on what you mean by "nurturing", honestly. Things I think will actually develop into stories: like, one other than my current wips, but that one is really dead dove so I won't detail it here. There's like seven of those bits that I mentioned that are there just for fun and probably never going anywhere, and once in a great while I'll leisurely poke at them. One of the most fun ones is a Mass Effect Wrex/Garrus one sort of inspired by the way that turian society is highly hierarchical and military based, and since Garrus is expected to get along with Wrex (and does because of that mindset), he has to confront the fact that they do have a lot in common and Wred would probably be very respected if he was a turian. The actual fic is like. Drunk frenemies sex. But that's the background driving it.

Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

It was pitch dark as they climbed a nearly invisible path circling the town, cut through the purplish-red rock. Their flashlight beams seemed dim, not up to the task of lighting up the path, the light shying away from the darkness that clung to Ben. The crunch of their shoes over the rocky dirt was oddly soft, the sound falling flat and failing to carry the way it should have against the rock. No other sounds broke the heavy pressure around them. There was just the too-quiet sound of their steps and the too-loud sound of their breath. It made it even more obvious that Ben was breathing shallow and slow and off rhythm, like whatever was piloting him wasn't used to having to breathe. It was hard not to feel really alone, in the dark and cold and unsettling quiet around them. Steve could hear Billy, his breathing a little heavier than usual as he grunted occasionally, but his outline behind the wavering light in his hand was unclear and unfamiliar, like he could have been one of the shadow creatures they'd been chasing. Like he could have been replaced without Steve noticing. Steve wanted to fall back, to look - to touch him, maybe, to make sure. His hand drifted over the place where his gun was holstered under his suit jacket, and then to the place on his hip where his hunting knife was kept. Both of them felt too far away under the layers he was wearing. His hands tightened.

That's from Call Up The Devil, my Stranger Things horror fic (as well as tribute to the X Files and early Supernatural, although that I saw like. Three episodes of tbh.) I'm proud of it because it's very atmospheric and I really think I conveyed something unsettling well. There's also some more formal writing devices in there I don't often purposefully play so much with in fic, but it was really fun to do here and I think it adds a lot.

What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across? What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

The worst writing advice I've ever had is that it's bad to repeat the same words too many times. You can do a lot with repeating words! You can create patterns and rhythms. I also think this advice is responsible for a lot of unclear actions in sentences or over use of non-name identifiers in writing. Repeat their names! Please! Even in the same sentence if it's necessary to keep from pronoun confusion!

I think the best advice I've ever received is to push it a little farther. Write that more ridiculous dialog. Take your self indulgent premise and run with it. Use more detail. Involve more senses. Try for an idea you're not sure you can execute. You can always take it out!

Second best however goes to the person who was like "yeah if you can't think of exactly the word or phrasing you want put something in brackets and move on, and if you're stuck on anything else, do that until you're not stuck." Actually implementing that drives me crazy. I'm obsessive about the way I write and it HAS to fit together in the correct way. But it does make things go so much better when I suck it up and do that.

Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I usually write in order, because even for short stuff I usually have have a relatively detailed outline, but sometimes (the baby fic is doing this to me right now) I don't know what order the scenes should go in, or I get stuck on one and have to skip ahead. I admit it irritates the fuck out of me when this happens, because I am very rigid about my writing process and I don't like deviating from the plan or not doing things exactly as I have them laid out.

Jesus christ sorry for the novel. I love talking about myself and I have a lot of thoughts about writing as a process!

Fic writer asks

[practically-an-x-man]

1, 2, 3, 4, 35 for the writer asks?

Thank you so much!!

40 Questions - Meme for Fic Writers

Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Answered here!

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Hm... that's a tough one. I don't really think about tropes as a whole, I tell the story I want to tell and don't really care what tropes it might fall under, but... I am intrigued by AUs like Hanahaki or Soulmate AUs and want to try my hand at them someday. I already have some ideas for adaptations I'd want to make to the base AU idea, but I haven't put them into practice yet.

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Omegaverse. Just... no. No shade to the people that do enjoy it, but it makes me uncomfortable and it's really not my thing.

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Way too many...

In my full writing ideas masterlist, I've got easily 45+ ideas that I want to write in the future and more keep popping up. But in terms of what I've actively been working on or will soon start working on, let's see...

7 active longfics that I'm working my way through

The final Prometheus piece in their story

An Eris pre-relationship hurt/comfort oneshot

An Eris heavy whump oneshot

An emotional Eris backstory/history oneshot

A Nikoletta hurt/comfort oneshot

A Nikoletta whump/capture oneshot

A Jimmy body horror/angst oneshot

An ArchAegis Void AU oneshot inspired by Deadpool and Wolverine

Vivienne's upcoming story

Spider's upcoming story

Gia's upcoming story

A Smoke and Mirrors sequel once I finish that fic

A Who Waits Forever Anyway? sequel once I finish that fic

A few ArchAegis sequel pieces for the later stages of their relationship

A Nikoletta fluff snippet from an ask game

A Katherine fluff snippet from an ask game

A Kestrel fluff snippet from an ask game

35. Would you ever kill off a canon character?

I mean, sure. If it fits the story, I don't have a problem will killing off characters. My main issue comes from when a character's death is just done for shock value, to nerf their abilities/draw out a fight scene, or doesn't logically fit the character or their story.

I have killed off a few canon characters in my fics, both in the sense that I actively chose that for the story and in the sense that I let the canon death occur without turning it into a fix-it. I wouldn't say Major Character Death is common in my fics, but I don't shy away from it when it's the best choice for the story. And of course, sometimes a good whumpy AU is just cathartic.

[zukkacore]

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🌤️ Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

Thanks for this!!!!!!! Again sorry i put it off i was being a little shy abt sharing. I.... Don't have anything that's not kinda horny. But j3porter are not the most prolific couple... They are not people of many words... This is like the closest thing i have to banter

“Fuck that, thing like you can’t be put to waste,” says Porter. “I can’t believe he’s got you grading papers.” J3 agrees. Porter always knows how best to put him to use. He flutters his lashes, puts on his best affected moan that he knows drives Porter insane, despite them both knowing it's all for show. “Oh, how does it feel? To know that Jace would deny you himself, but me as well? Does it make you—angry? Look at me.” With his other hand, he grabs Porter by the chin so that Porter is forced to meet his gaze. “What do you want to do to me?"

Here, I'll cheat. This is from an old WIP from a different fandom that i genuinely like and think is funny. I know I said I was a little embarrassed abt posting horny snippets but i do like this exchange and its more alluding to them getting down than anything graphic

“Oh, fuck—” says Hiro, voice catching, and it’s the perfect reaction until his head jerks so suddenly that they actually knock teeth and bang right into his lower lip, making Byakuya wince. “S-Sorry. I just. Holy shit.” “Like it?” asks Byakuya, and licking his teeth, there’s the wet metallic taste of blood. He tries to pay it no mind. “I can keep going if you…” Hiro’s staring at his mouth, but his expression takes an alarmed turn. “Shit, Byakuya. You’re bleeding.”  “I don’t care,” he says breathlessly—he’s too distracted, he just wants Hiro to react that way again. In a way, it’s almost worth it, because next thing he knows Hiro is sticking his fingers in his mouth, raising his lip with his thumb to expose gums and incisors, giving him a once-over. “I'm trusting you here not to pay me back, yeah? Though I’d probably deserve it. You got a great set of chompers, has anyone ever told you that?” “Ah?” says Byakuya, unable to properly respond with the obstruction. But he whistles a bit through his nose in lieu of laughing. He’s bleeding, his hand is on Hiro while Hiro’s got his thumb in his mouth—maybe he’s a little caught up in the absurd. “Sorry, ‘bout that, by the way. I—I got a little excited.”

I can't finish my stupid fantasy retelling i've been working on for like a year but i can do this i guess

[lottiesnotebook]

For the Spotify Wrapped Drabbles Ask - number 42?

Ooh a Fun one!

Bad Things Coming, We Are Safe by Emmy the Great | Lyrics

This song weirdly ends up on a lot of my writing playlists, but weirdly not for any of our shared fandoms, so I'm trying something new just for you, because you've reminded me that at one point I was a 16 year old with Normal Feelings about Wicked and my best friends.

The thing is, Galinda has had friends before. Galinda has had best friends before, tea parties and gossip and warm hands tucked into hers. What she feels with her new roommate is nothing like friendship.

She’s not protective of Elphaba, exactly. Elphie’s never needed any kind of protection Galinda could provide, and she’s never been shy about letting the world know it. She has the thickest skin and the strongest magic Oz has ever seen. It’s just that-

The thing is, whenever the whims of their class schedules separate them, there’s this- tugging sensation, in her chest. It used to be a relief, an hour or so without the unbearable distraction of her roommate’s presence, but now…

Now she thinks, What’s Elphie doing? Is she happy? Are people staring? People better not be staring- and then she’s embarrassed, because she knows that’s not a normal feeling to have about her roommate, the mingled anger and guilt that curdles her stomach. She knows what so many of them will be thinking when they look at her – after all, didn’t she tell them what to think? Didn’t she give them the words to whisper behind their hands whenever Elphaba walks into a room? Terror. Disgusting. Freak. So now, whenever they spill over, it’s her fault, and even if they’re friends now, they both know it.

They don’t whisper those things, when Galinda is with her. Even if they’re baffled by their new closeness, they don’t go against the tide of Galinda’s will. It’s one of the perks of popularity – she says pink and green go good together, and the world agrees. At least, it agrees for now.

She knows, with a tight, nauseous feeling that she doesn’t want to name, that for now doesn’t mean forever. With every magic lesson, with every drop of praise that Madam Morrible pours onto Elphaba’s head, she knows the time is coming where the Wizard calls her to the Emerald City, and then…

Will her life return to the way it was before? Will she revert to the girl she used to be, the one who spat words into the halls and didn’t care how they might echo? She doesn’t like how she sees her past self, now, reflected in Elphaba’s eyes, in the arch of her brow or the line of her sneer whenever a particularly juicy snippet of gossip escapes.

She likes the affectionate curve of her lips whenever she says something that makes her laugh, even unintentionally. She likes the pleased surprise whenever she looks up from her books to find a steaming cup of tea at her elbow, or a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. She likes the soft, secret smile that crosses her lips whenever Galinda and Nessarose are deep in conversation, and she thinks they aren’t paying any attention.

She’s wrong, of course. Galinda’s always paying attention to her, it was impossible not to, even when she loathed her. And she knows that that’s wrong too, because she didn’t care half this much for how any of her other best friends looked at her. She doesn’t care half this much when Fiyero laughs at her jokes, eats the cakes she buys for him, twirls her around whenever she dresses up just for him. He looks at her like she’s beautiful and charming, but everyone looks at her as if she’s beautiful and charming.

Elphaba looks at her like she’s good. That wasn’t something she wanted, before. Is that still something she’ll want, when they aren’t together? Is that something that will matter to her, when the eyes reflecting it aren’t Elphie’s?