#i want to play with his stubble istg

[verinarin]

He’s so kissable it’s crazy, that tie is for you to yank it, easy access for smoochin

[jxngh]

angels ⊹

request: can i request like a reverse reaction 👀 like could you do reader's reaction to Tae's stubble (istg he's a menace for posting that ig story!!)

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre : smut

warnings : car sex, unprotected sex, riding, daddy/ babygirl calling.

author's note : i always love the idea of him being such a gentleman through day and an animal at nights.. a voice tells me he really is. so enjoy !!

don't be a silent reader

you left a sigh after texting your boyfriend. he was acting weird, replying with short answers and mostly being offline which is not him. you start thinking that he's hiding something from you and after him opening an ig account not so long ago you're 100% sure of it.

and your feelings about it.. meh.. you tried to not think about millons of people wanting your boyfriend.. but he's not making anything easier tho, especially on his stories. one example is him posting some story without a shirt after you two had a facetime a week ago. knowing he shares them after deciding in one second you didn't ask. if you'd ask him why, he'd delete it thinking it's bothering you.

and while you're thinking about this he shares another story, it's a black and white one, again shirtless...and he has stubble. you gulp and replay the story for hundred times. and you remember the times you made fun of his daechwita costume. fuck. it suits him so well and he looks so mature, you love it.

then he texts you after noticing that you saw his new style.

taetae [ a minute ago ] : jagi? i know how you make fun of me but i have a strong feeling that you like it this time 😏

you rolled your eyes as you read it. but it was a fact that you did. but no, you said. he doesn't need to know.

you: mehh, i'm not sure if i liked it.. you look a little old 🤔

taetae : are you finding a reason to call me daddy, babygirl ?

shit. shit. you know he's playing and probably giggling as he writes but you.. liked the idea.

you : sure. daddy 😝

taetae : meet me up in 20 minutes, i'll come and get you babygirl.

you : okay but make it 30, gotta look older to match your style daddy 😚

then you take your phone with you, asking your friends about your outfit and make up. you picked a full black outfit, hair wavy, lips red.

after your friends thirsting over your looks you were sure that he's gonna love it too.

then he texts that he came, you get your small bag and leave your home.

he was leaning on his black genesis gv80, wearing a black suit which was suiting his body so well. and about his new image, you were breathless. him staring intensely at you did not help at all. he eyed you from head to toe as you do the same thing while slowly walking.

you moved closer to him, leaving a small kiss to his cheek as his fingers find it's place on your waist, like a puzzle.

your nostrils filled with his capturing smell, everything seemed to slow that moment. then you looked up at him, meeting with his eyes. then he got your chin between his two fingers, pulled your face closer that you could feel your breaths mix. you both didn't move, just staring at each other, wondering who's gonna win.

then he gently let your face go, moving other side of his car and opening it for you.

" m'lady.. " he said as you bowed and got in like a royal.

you two couldn't stop eating each other with your eyes. damn he looked amazing, plus watching him drive was also a turn on. anything with his hands, you thought.

" you're silent baby, cat got your tongue? " he asked with a grin on his face.

" nope, i was tryna understand where we're going. " you said looking around, trying to act.

" surprise. " he said. " wait and see baby, we're about to arrive. " he added, slowly turning the wheel to a lux restaurant's door after a few minutes.

he already made a reservation, low lights and slow music going background.

after you two had dinner and some wine, you two decided to leave after your suggestion. you wanted to have some dessert but from a bakery you loved.

" you sure it's open now? " tae asked while checking the gps.

" if you drive a little faster, we'll reach in time daddy. " you said while glancing at him. and you watched him doing what you said.

" what do i earn from this babygirl? " he asked deeply.

" if we'll make it you'll see. "

and you did. at the last second. you ran and got your favorite kind of cookies. a box of them.

he was out of his car, getting some fresh air while watching you. you seemed so happy. it's just cookies, he thought. i love my baby.

" thank you taehyung. " you said putting the box on top of his car. you looked to the empty gas station, nobody left but you two on that side. then you reached for a small kiss to his lips, earning a smile. then he turned you gently, placing his hands on your waist and getting you between his body and the car. his lips moved with yours while smiling. then your kiss got deeper as you grinded your leg to his crotch.

" take us home. " you whispered, face inches away from his. he looked down to you and spoke.

" no. " he whispered back, helding your hips. then he opened the door, making you lay. then he got in and closed it.

you two quickly removed your coats, his hands moving on your hips while he buries his head to your neck, inhaling deeply. " smells like heaven in here. " he said nuzzling his nose to your neck. then his gaze met yours as he continued to talk " my angels just told me so.. " he added while his long fingers found your panties, slowly pushing them aside and starting to toy with your pussy.

you left out a small moan, seeing his eyes darken as you lick your lips and zeroing the gap between him and you. you started to kiss him intensely, adding pressure when you feel like his lips aren't moving fast enough. then you started to grab his clothed crotch, feeling his tongue entering as he leaves a deep moan into your mouth. it wasn't really a fight for dominance because you were dizzy. just letting him devouring your mouth as your tongues dance.

when you're finally out of breath he pulled himself back, watching you in hunger.

" is it okay if he sits angels? " you asked, leaning to his ear. he grinned and sat as a response. you slowly placed yourself on his thighs, opening a few buttons of his shirt before you suck marks on his collarbones as his hands squeeze your ass.

" daddy, can i ride this time? " you whispered to his ear. his hands pushed your mini dress to your belly slowly at the moment he heard you. then his eyes found yours as you felt his hands holding your panties.

" go on babygirl. show daddy how good you are. " he said before taking it out.

you unbuckled his belt in seconds as he helped you get him undressed. you felt your saliva increasing as you looked at his length. then you held it, stroking and lining at your entrance as you place your other hand on his shoulder.

you slowly sank down as you watch his expression. his deep breaths and your small moans mixed as you fastened your pace.

" sh- baby.. it feels like you're made for me." he moaned while lifting his hands, one of them staying on your waist and helping you, other one grabbing your boobs. then he made you go faster, hearing your sounds. but after seeing your legs getting tired he couldn't wait any longer, made you lay while he's still inside.

you held the leather seats as support but you couldn't stay still as he thrusted hardly into your walls. he was wild, not slowing down even for a second. your body was jolting everytime he pushed himself in. and you loved it, whimpering endlessly.

" i swear.." he breathed. " your sweet sounds are calling me to sin baby. "

" do daddy, do whatever you want to me. " you said, too lost on your pleasure to rethink your words. and hearing his low grunts you could tell you're not the only one who's lost.

he didn't slow down. your scream cry sounds mixed with his grunts and deep breaths. and it didn't took long for you two to reach your highs on that position, him hitting so deep.

he spurted all of his spill inside of you, made you feel full while whispering how good you are. and left kissed to your neck and lastly your lips.

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[shark-myths]

2017 Writing Reflection

*All answers should be about works published in 2017.

@horsegirlharry tagged me in this! I have been in a brief writing hiatus while I study for my licensing exam (read: I am all the way dead inside) and I miss it so, so much! Looking back over this year made me HYPE to return to the Peterick motherland in 2018.

1. List of works published this year:

Processions

V Day

Be Careful Making Wishes

Small Things

Love’s A Universe

If It Helps You Control Yourself

Fall Out Boy: Live In Tokyo

Like A Chapel In A Hospital

Yes Or No, But No Maybes

Romance Is Dead

Joe Troh Band Ho

Leaves a Mark

The Mad Key

In Every Universe

Saint Anthony

The Difference Between Real Love and the Love On TV

Smash The Mirror, Break The Palm Reader’s Hand

Girl Out Boy

The Opposite of Amnesia

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

This can’t possibly be a surprise to anyone because it’s all I can talk about, but GIRL OUT BOY. I found so much of myself in that story, far more than I ever expected to. I have never written anything more important or more impactful. Every single person who read it and told me it was important to them too, that they felt something, that it allowed them to understand their young selves differently or more kindly, made me cry. Literally every one of them. It’s the best thing I have ever done.

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

I don’t know if I’ve ever published anything that I wasn’t proud of? I’m either arrogant or self-assured, idk. There’s stuff that turns cringey or embarrassing with age, of course, but I think everything I’ve put up this year is solid writing and good storytelling. The closest answer I have to this is that it’s really surreal that I posted two AFI fics this year, because it feels like it’s been a literal lifetime since I was in that headspace. I have an awkward-guilty relationship to my works in that fandom now, but I think that they are still good technically, and Small Things was an intensely personal and important piece about my ED experience, so I’m still glad I wrote it and proud of the work I put in.

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

My favorite single scene I wrote this year was the horseshoe crab scene in Girl Out Boy. It makes me laugh so hard. I almost copied and pasted the whole thing here before deciding on this:

What’s ‘boyfriend’ but another word for ‘someone who fucks other girls when you’re not looking’? No, Pete doesn’t belong to anybody anymore. Not even herself. Pete leaves grim, surly Andy at the bar, saying nonsensically, “Be our lighthouse. Guide us home” before she drags Pat out onto the cramped, sweaty dance floor.

Jo, of course, is already in the center of it, just as drunk as Pat and spinning like she personally was elected club disco ball. Pete grabs Jo by the hips and dances up on her, laughing when Jo realizes it’s her and starts grinding and booty popping with abandon. They dance til the club seems to spin of its own accord, three girls linked by heat and heartbeat and meant to be. Pete feels like the brightest thing in the room. She tips her head back, shows her throat to the ceiling ‘cause the sky’s all that she’ll submit to, laughs and laughs. If enough people see her having a good time, she must be. Happiness is brittle and splintery. It’s other people’s eyes that make things real.

Pete gets distracted for a little while by a Tall Dark and Random who hooks her by the belt loops and moves his body with a passion that moves her in return. She feels manageable under his big hands—like she can be broken down, bite-size, and swallowed. It is good to feel hands on her, like someone else is holding her together for once. His mouth is on her neck, stubble and teeth, and she thinks about how soft and vulnerable she is in all the places she gives away, how bitter and rough she is in those few hardscrabble places she keeps for herself. She’s just drunk enough to be strung between caring too much about everything and not caring about anything. His hands on her body either feel good or like nothing at all.

5. Share or describe a favorite comment you received:

Okay, like I said, literally every comment I got on Girl Out Boy is basically etched on my heart forever, so this is impossible. One person said “Your writing is always where fic and lyrics collide” though, and that was pretty amazing, because I spend a lot of time steeping in lyrics and then weaving them into fic, and I’m always delighted when people have a positive response to that. Another amazing comment was when someone proposed marriage to my tryst theory and then we planned the wedding together. (It’s next Halloween. You’re all invited.)

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

I very nearly died while writing Smash The Mirror, Break The Palm Reader’s Hand. I was so absolutely stuck and running up against a deadline, and I felt like every word of it was garbage, and it sucked to have to fight and struggle so hard for each word when it seemed like I was producing crap. Luckily my amazing beta @immoral-crow came along and said kind, soft things, and I started to see value in the work and get excited. I’m really fond of the fic now, and I love how it came out all dreamy—I was trying to channel Sarah McCarry or Francesca Lia Block and I think I did okay at that. I’m a pretty lazy writer—when it’s not working or doesn’t feel good, I’ll usually stop and come back later when things are flowing. Which means that I have noooo self-discipline when I’m up against a wall, and I get very pitiful. I complaind more in the month I was writing that fic than I did in the rest of 2017 combined, probably. Me every 2 seconds: why is it sooooooooo hard, why is my life like this, cut off my hands I shall never write again

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

They surprise me constantly! I’m a discovery writer—it’s fun for me because I generally have no idea what’s going to happen next and I’m delighted when the characters show me. One surprise was when I was writing The Difference Between Real Love and the Love On TV, and I had to write a sex scene but it kept ending itself in a fade-out and then I’d have to go back and try again. That’s why the big sex scene in that fic plays like the end of Lord of the Rings. I couldn’t write it through without a million cut-aways.

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

- I wrote about queer women and their interiority in a really intentional way, which challenged me and moved me and helped me know myself better.

- I did Bandom Big Bang, wrote a fic-by-request for a fundraiser, and participated in Bandom Bingo 2017. That’s a lot of writing for specific prompts and on specific timelines that was different for me—usually I just write what I feel when I feel it. I’ve definitely been learning better discipline as a result.

- I’ve always been a really personal writer, but somehow it took me this long to realize that instead of writing out my issues through band member proxies, I could literally make them queer women and figure out my shit directly. An unusually large bit of what you’ve read of my work this year is cribbed directly from my life or my experiences.

- I made more writer friends and deliberately read and commented on more fic and I started working with a beta for the first time in my life!

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

I want to do even more of the above! Especially reading other people’s fic. I read a ton of traditionally published books, but I learned how to write from fanfiction and I want to get back into the habit of reading more of it! Yeah, that’s an open invitation to send in your recs.

I’m also hoping to work with my new pal @conditionsofhappiness to learn how to do that neat writerly thing called ‘revision’ and get more disciplined. And I want to focus more on representation in my work, especially making room for POV characters of color, because that’s something we aren’t great at in fandom and I think we could do better. (That’s why I wrote Saint Anthony, and it’s the best short thing I’ve written in ages! I’m hoping to do more of that in 2018.)

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

@immoral-crow, who is there for me for every problem whether it’s in-story or not. She betas my life as well as my work, and she always has something to say that I need to hear. She helps me celebrate women and rage at the heteropatriarchy, we read amazing books together, her kindness may well be bottomless, and sometimes, if I am very very good, she Facetimes me drunk and pink and silly. She’s my first beta after 15 years of writing rogue, and I have no idea how I ever lived without her.

@horsegirlharry, who journeyed out of the black pit of AFI fandom with me this year (we climbed a ladder of rainbows to escape) and has celebrated fandom community and girlhood and softness and vulnerability with me all year. She is the staunchest supporter of my commitment to the FOB fandom, to goodness and love, and to whatever project I’m excited about. I am so proud of both of us for how we’ve let ourselves grow!

And any of you who have read my work and told me how it impacted you. That shit literally keeps me going. This year and every year, I would not exist without you guys. 

 11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Always. I am more obsessed with my relationship with myself and my own past than Pete Wentz, istg. The most egregiously stolen-from-my-life things this year are the entire fic Small Things and the Girlsploration of Pat Stump in Girl Out Boy, when she’s reviewing her history and realizing belatedly how incredibly gay it is. Every story about every girl Pat recalls in that bit literally actually happened to me. My life is so specifically embarrassing.

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

> Write! The most amazing thing about writing is that you can package up something deeply personal and true about you and just—send it out into the ether. That means people who are ideally suited to befriend and care for you are likely to find it, to find you. I make most of my friends by posting fanfiction on the internet and letting nice strangers bound up to me and start conversations. It doesn’t matter what you’re writing or if it’s ‘good enough.’ The way to get connected to your community and find your people, the way to get better and to learn, the way to get involved in something that will inspire and motivate you and possibly change your life, is just to write and put it out there. I didn’t expect a single person to read Girl Out Boy but I wanted to write it anyway, so I did, and it’s the best thing I did with my whole year. So seriously. Write.

> Some people are assholes and that’s okay. You’re writing for yourself and your friends. Anyone who doesn’t fall into those categories is humbly invited to choose any dick in the world and suck it. Seriously—if someone is hurting you, you don’t need to listen to them, and that doesn’t mean you’ll be a bad writer. Relatedly: if you aren’t enjoying your work, put it down. Write something else. This should feel good.

> Write 20 Minutes. This is how I bully myself when I’m procrastinating or having trouble getting into a flow. Make a commitment to spend 20 minutes really writing—no tumblr, no cell phone, no distractions. Turn off the wifi. Put your phone under a pillow in the other room. And just write, or try to, really honestly for 20 minutes. When the timer goes off, if it still feels sucky, stop! Writing isn’t working today so don’t worry about it! You made a serious attempt, and now you don’t have to feel guilty. Seriously, guilt will kill you. It will never help you produce more words. Try being kind to yourself instead. You’re doing great, even if you only got seven and a half words down in that whole 20 minutes.

> Take a notebook out in public and write! This is one of my favorite treats to myself, even though it’s hard to make myself actually leave my cozy house when the moment comes. In public, you will be so bored and avoidant of stranger small talk that you’ll be forced to focus on your work. It’s also really nice to get a change of scenery, and signal to your brain that it’s time to be intentional and engaged! Try coffee shops and libraries and parks and whatever the most beautiful places are in your town.

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

If you saw the length of the “Peterick Ideas” doc in my phone you would be horrified. Um, I want to write everything all the time! I’m already thinking about the next installment of Girl Out Boy (it has a playlist), I’m planning a StormPilot fic, and I’m open to suggestions.

14. Tag three writers/artists whose answers you’d like to read.

@leyley09, @immoral-crow, and @beckettsthoughts!