#if anything it makes some of those enemies to lovers fics hotter

[spiderispunk]

Fuck it! Since apparently we’ve never EVER called him by the right name:

[bae-science]

it’s t-t-t-t-time for another newt bae-science fic rec extravabonanza! same rules, same boys, same bullshit! let’s get into it:

a beginning; a second chance by @dykesword

other newt and i have a long and intricate ritualistic battle to become the alpha newt, but i gotta give credit where it’s due. if you like to annotate your books for fun, this fic will give you a looooong comment you’ll want to write, and for good reason! there’s a lot of really well done metaphor and character detail in here, while still keeping a very soft, melancholy but with a hopeful edge tone. and also, like, the care and detail in which newt’s mental state in the aftermath of the precursors’ abuse is depicted is so so good, and delightful to read

husbandly duties by @kingeiszler

i am soooo biased with this one bc technically it was made for me but GODDAMN it’s good. this shit has everything: gottlieb trio sibling dynamics, vanessa in giant femme earrings, hermann yearning, newt and karla infodumping together, newt’s terrible and accurate gaydar, gay crime, the newmann dynamic and why it works boiled down to its bare essentials, pride and prejudice glasses touch, and neon green acrylics. required reading for the vanessaverse

Say That Again by @robertfrobisherslover

WOOF. if you like mutual pining and lack of communication from men with rocks for their emotional processing centers, and guncle (gay uncle) newt and hermann and KILLER artsy sex scenes, and themes of words unsaid in a story about LANGUAGE..... oogoogogoogouhufug. the writing style is clear and well paced, i LOVE little mako’s scene she’s such a cutie, and there’s like. a line. that’s a play on the whole “it’s always been you” trope. that lives in my mind rent free forever.

speak right to my heart without saying a word by @thekaidonovskys

i’m just gonna paste the comment i left on it here, because that sums up what is so absolutely incredible about this fic the best:

so sometimes you stumble on a piece of fiction that you add to your little collection of stuff you would show a person if you wanted them to understand a part of you that you can't quite explain eloquently, or it would take too long, etc etc, and i've never really found something like that for my autism until now, which, like, poggers. and i'll be as straight up as i can while still being the biggest lesbian in the great state of ohio (not a hard feat but alan invented computers so i love continuing on the autistic tradition of being a living miracle), the chameleon effect hit me like a mack truck. catholic school in the deep south is the most potent and effective form of ABA therapy imaginable :/. so sometimes i wonder what i would be like if i didn't have such a strong ability to pass, and here's where we finally get to the part of this comment where i just vomit compliments at you: you nailed it. you got it. i don't know if you're on the spectrum, but either way, well fucking done. trauma therapy research talks a lot about healing fantasies, which are fantasies, usually in the form of daydreams, that abused/neglected/traumatized/etc people create that directly address a struggle they have and take the form of a scenario in which that struggle is helped in some way. it could be an abusive parent repenting and showering them with the love they never had, or someone finding them during a panic attack and somehow knowing how best to comfort them without having to ask, or being intimate with someone and having a scar or physical deformity they've been shamed for be given attention and care. and i think you have created the ultimate perfect healing fantasy for autistic people, or at least those with """"high functioning"""" autism. it has a character who is visibly and undeniably on the spectrum having the pain and trauma going through life like that causes being acknowledged and validated, they are purposefully paid attention to because person b genuinely likes them and wants to understand and respect who they are and how they function in the world, and thus get The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known as well as the eventual rewards of being loved, person b makes a genuine effort to help teach them social skills in a way they can understand and learn through and is there for them when these skills are being practiced, their space and boundaries are respected but they aren't infantilized or thought of as an emotionless robot, and they receive love and comfort on their own terms not despite of but because of who they are, even specifically being asked not to change the way they are because that way is lovable. they are openly desired. writing is my fucking JOB and it's still difficult to put into words how much you got 100000% right about the dream with this fic. i have been in the EXACT and i mean EXACT same situation as hermann when he asked newt if it was his personality itself that made people not like him, because i deadass made a spreadsheet of all my personality attributes i thought could be preventing me from making friends in college, and then asked my fellow nd friend to see if there was anything i was missing. so i guess what i'm trying to say is that this amazing, and i'm bookmarking it and putting it on my next fic rec post, and maybe one day way way in the future if i ever get a partner i want to explain the whole autism thing to, i'm gonna have them read this.

The Facts With Newton Geiszler, PhD by what_alchemy (NSFW)

storytime: i read this fic a few years ago, completely forgot the title and author, and ended up thinking about the part where hermann admits to having fucked a trailer hitch when he was a teenager, at least once a week. last november, i say to my friend samara on twitter, head of the BSHCU (buttslut hermann cinematic universe), hey this seems like something you’d have read, do you remember a fic where... and samara says FUCK i do know what you’re talking about lemme find it. so if the fact that i have been looking for this fic for like, two years, and that it contains a moment so iconic all i had to say is, “hermann says he fucked a trailer hitch” and she IMMEDIATELY knew what i was talking about, does not convince you to read this... go back to catholic school i guess.

Feeling Blue by TempusPetrichor

fics where newt goes back to work as a biologist, especially a xenobiologist, post pru are really interesting, and usually have something neat to say about recovery, how it isn’t linear, how it often involves us returning to things we love for comfort, etc. this one sure does! some good emotional and physical h/c, LOVE the use of the ghost drift, and it’s always fun to see post pru fics use dialogue very obviously taken from dbt, trauma-specific therapeutical texts, and anything that shows the author has experience with, or did their research on, ptsd therapies.

You’re Everyone That Ever Cared by KlavierWrites

you know a fic is good when it’s an only 9k slowburn and still manages to reach infinite regress levels of are you fucking KIDDING GO TO THERAPY. newt “acts of service” geiszler may have a little misplaced misogyny due to his broken woman-centric gaydar. as a treat. the fucking. post-drift scene where hermann subtextually screams “LOOK IN OUR BRAINS YOU FUCK I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU I JUST HAVE AUTISM AND CAREER IN STEM DISORDER” is soooooo. god just hermann in general in that scene is great. if you like classic mid 2010s era newmann, ghost drift romance, and good ole mutual pining, this is a treat.

Baby, You're Hotter than my Bunsen Burner by SkySongMA

moronosexual hermann representation is something that can actually be so personal

Times of Stress by RadioMoth

the boys are processinggggggg. man what a good, quick and powerful punch to the gut. if you like post-pr1 catharsis and physical h/c, AND are the one friend that likes to comment at the end of the movie that hey newt got beat the fuck UP, check this one out.

black tea by @faggotcas

okay first of all, god fucking tier url, lee. second of all, food as a love language is my SHIT. i love the very slow relationship development here, where you see them making a genuine effort to get along and that in turn leading to feelings reigniting. it’s such a sweet little moment of a fic, with a nice atmosphere and tone to fit it

now here’s the part where i usually drop my latest fic, but i haven’t written one this month because i’ve been busy launching an audio drama! you can find it here, it’ll be right up your alley if you like cryptids and gay scientists and enemies to lovers and good ole americana, but since this is a newmann post, i’m gonna recommend the pacific rim audio drama duology i did a while back! part one is called conversations from the brink, and it’s a little slice of the pr3 we better fucking get from streaming that godawful looking anime. love and lesbians to everyone ❤️

[step-on-me-khun]

i love your enemies to lovers fics with khun. you’re one of the only writers that i can confidently say encapsulates his personality and behavior perfectly. could i request a fic where khun and f! reader “hate” each other, and it’s not until khun says something really hurtful and makes her cry, that he confesses to her? i don’t even know if you could turn this into some soft, loving, nsfw i would kiss you through the screen. thank you!

❤️Thank you I always try to be true to a characters personality and how they act and behave, if I didn't it wouldn't really seem right or natural at all. ❤  Writing goes by pretty easy when I'm listening to music❤  All the smut I write, and I don't get embarrassed about it ❤  

❤ Holy shit 3320 words, so it's a long read. ❤

You could honestly say that everything around was going okay, in a way. There wasn't any problems or situation that really got you angry or upset that much. You were around a great group of people, everyone had their quirks, something that made them unique and unlike anyone else.

This was a group of people you were happy with, every moment making you appreciate having them there.

But there was one person, no matter how helpful he was in the team, how clever and observant he was, he would always make your blood boil.

His smug smile, how he acted whenever a plan worked up his way, or how he would constantly tease and undermine you. It would always make you feel sick with anger. Oh, how good would it feel to punch that pretty face of his.

It was the time of the day when you would be walking back to your room, getting the rest that you so desperately needed throughout the day.

You felt something hit your front, falling to the ground, you saw that bastard.

"Dammit," he complained, "are you oka-, oh, it's just you,"

You tut, waiting for him to extend an arm down, hoping he would help you get up.

"Great," you say, getting yourself up from the ground.

"You could at least watch where you're going,"

The nerve, "I should be saying that to you, asshole,"

You heard him chuckle, you tried to walk past him, but were stopped by his arm, which halted you where you were.

"I don't need your bullshit," you say trying to move his arm down and failing, "Do you mind?"

"No, I don't," he says, his voice smug, "I don't like you being here, just because the others have warmed up to you doesn't mean that I have to, you have no redeeming qualities, and are literally nothing but a thorn, sticking in everyone's side, why did you even join us?"

Wow. Okay, this was more than he had ever said to you. But why say this now, why wait until that specific moment. This was nothing but an accident, just you not paying attention and bumping into a blue wall. You wanted to hit him so badly.

He hurt you. It wasn't something physical like a punch or a scratch, but it did hit you hard, and he said it like it was nothing, like you weren't anything, not meaning anything at all to him.

Damn him, and his hurtful words.

"Get out of my way," you say, holding back your emotions.

"You're not wanted here, so why don't you leave," he whispered, smiling smugly.

That was it, you had had enough of this, you shoved him away from you.

"You're a piece of shit, leave me alone," you say crying, you tried to get away from him but were stopped by his hand grabbing your shoulder. "Let me go!"

His face looked different, maybe it was just your imagination. You struggled to get away from him, his grip holding you there. You were scared, afraid of him. He could be a scary man at times, and you didn't want to experience anything that could potentially scar you for life.

"Wait a minute," he says, his voice low.

"No, I don't want to hear it," you sob, "you've hurt me, just keep away from me,"

"You're so damn stubborn," he says holding onto both your shoulders.

"You're scaring me, stop it,"

Your heart was beating so damn fast. What was he going to do to you, the look on your face, the stream of tears flowing from your eyes, he'd hurt you enough. Fear and dread ran through your body.

His blue eyes stared into yours, he let out a deep breath, calming himself down.

"I hate you so damn much, just let me go,"

Those words hurt him, he knew what it was like to be disliked by someone, but this was hate. His heart sunk to the floor. He had always played along with you, thinking it was just banter, it was fun riling you up. But the more he did it, the more he got annoyed by your responses.

"Tell me you don't mean that," he says.

"Why should I? You've hurt my feelings so many times, I hate that you've made me so damn scared to be around you,"

"(Y/N), please, listen to me,"

"Piss off! I don't need you to tell me that you despise everything about me, I already got that idea,"

He let you go, your feet moved fast, leading you to your door, which felt like it was a mile away.

What just happened, why did it all have to be like this? Fuck him and his horrible words and thoughts about you, it was enough to make you consider killing him.

You stopped at the door, not bothering to look to see if he was following you, he wasn't something you wanted to look at.

You opened the door quickly, rushing inside your room, you shut the door just as quickly, falling to the floor and letting all your sadness out. Your loud sobs alerted him to you, his footsteps led to your room.

"(Y/N)," he says softly.

"Go away," you sob, your back against the door.

"I can't do that,"

"Why can't you? Just take a hint, I don't want you here," you shouted.

"Please, (Y/N), I don't want anyone to hear this,"

Really? "You should've thought about that before saying all that,"

"I didn't mean it,"

"What didn't you mean? That I'm a thorn in everyone's side? That I have nothing that makes me unique? Cut the bullshit,"

Your arms on your knees, fingers scratching at your clothes.

"You are wanted here, I just-,"

"No, I don't want to hear it,"

"Can you just shut the fuck up and let me talk?"

You stopped, sobbing halted for a while.

"I didn't mean what I said, I am an asshole, I admit that I don't hate you,"

"Don't mess with me,"

"I'm not messing with you," you heard him sigh, "I'm in love with you,"

You were speechless, that was not something that you were expecting at all. But it could just be him being, well, him.

"You don't know how much it hurt me to see you like that, I was just hoping you were going to respond with something other than that. I really am in love with you, but if you don't believe it or want to see me, I can take a hint and leave,"

Your sobbing stopped, was he for real, what if he was? You heard footsteps leading away from the room, getting quieter and quieter the more he walked away.

You got up off the floor, your hand on the door handle, opening it quickly, you stood in the corridor.

"Khun, wait," you say softly, hoping he would hear you.

He stopped but didn't turn around straight away.

You ran towards him, your thoughts running through your head, driving you insane. Dammit, what were you doing? This was insane.

You stopped in front of him. He looked ashamed, his hand covered his eyes. You moved his hand away and looked into his eyes, his facial expression was soft.

Your hands reached up and grabbed his collar, pulling him down so his face was at yours. Was this all even real? Was what you were doing something you might regret? Maybe, but you couldn't help but want to try.

Your soft lips found his, pressing onto his mouth, lightly at first. You didn't know what you were even doing.

His hands moved up and softly cupped your face, snapping you out of kissing him.

His eyes stared into yours. Was this right? Did you love him enough to kiss him? It felt like it was something your body told you to do but was it love? It felt like it. But how could you go from hating him one minute to loving him the next? Was it his face, his eyes, which were looking at you so lovingly, it felt like you were staring into the sea.

You felt his breath on your face, his mouth inches from yours, hit your lips again. It was so sweet, it made you nearly breathless. Your eyes closed, your hands moving from his collar to the back of his head, brushing against his skin.

It was escalating quickly, your mouth captured by each other, lips moving in sync with one another. It felt almost torturous. You wanted him to be closer to you, you needed him.

You were both growing needier, your body getting hotter and hotter the more your mouth held onto his.

His mouth released yours, hand moving away from your face, grabbing your hand and pulling you along the corridor.

It was all happening so fast, your heart ready to burst. It went from fully hating him, to really considering the fact that you could also be in love with this jerk.

His hand reached the door to his room, stopping there, he saw your face: flustered, eyes lidded, watching his every move, from the hand on the handle, pushing the door open. It wandered back up to your shoulders, pushing you inside his room. He releases you once you reach the middle of his room, watching him as he turned back to shut and lock the door behind him.

The sun was setting, a golden ray of light illuminating the room, it shone down on the both of you. His eyes glowed as he looked at you, making his blue orbs all the more captivating. You caught each other staring, the ray of light catching you at the right angle, making you shine like an angel before him. His heart almost stopped, he swallowed hard and approached you again.

His hands gently cupped your face again, tilting it up so he could capture your lips again, this time a lot more passionately.

He guided over to his bed, you collapsed onto it as it hit the back of your legs. You sit up and look at him, you could read his face, see how much he wanted you right now.

His face hovers over yours, his breath hitting your face.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he says, his eyes shut. "I didn't mean a single wor-,"

You cut him off with a kiss, your lips stopping his from speaking another sentence.

You shuffled back, allowing him to follow you, which he did. You kick your shoes off and watch as he does the same. His body hovered over yours, a sudden wave of nervousness washing over you.

His fingers trace down your sides before taking a hold of your top, you turn away as he pulls the fabric up your body, moving yourself up so he could remove it from you.

The light from outside was still pouring into the room, shining on your skin. An arm covered your face, embarrassed at the whole situation.

His hands hold onto yours, pinning them down on the bed beside you. He moves away undoing the buttons of his shirt, you watch as his hands did so, keeping your hands where they were. He grabs the shirt and pulls it over his head, his hair tousled a little.

He grabs your hands again, his head hovering over your stomach, placing soft kisses up your skin. Your eyes watch him, every kiss making you skin burn, you arch your back up as he reaches your sternum.

His knees between your legs, his head lifted up. His hands reach the straps of your bra, sliding them down your arms a little, your shoulders now bare, he grabs the cups of your bra and pull them down, exposing your chest to him. You couldn't help but blush a little, trying to avoid his gaze.

He found you adorable like this. Exposing your skin, seeing more of you, and he wanted to see a whole lot more than this. As did you of him.

His tongue traces around your right nipple in a slow circle, his hand groping your other breast. The tip of his tongue edged closer and closer to your nipple, making you breathless. Your fingers tangle themselves in his hair, trying to push his mouth closer to you nipple.

It felt like he was making you wait an eternity for him, his tongue finally reaching your nipple, rubbing all over it before taking it into his mouth, pulling and biting down on it.

"Mmm, Khun," you moan.

Fuck, that noise was one he had never heard from you, and it was the noise he wanted to hear most from you.

He was making you feel amazing like it was just the two of you and no one else on the planet. His mouth and hand removed themselves from you, his hands moving down to his trousers, undoing them before sliding them off, leaving him in just his boxers, his erection was visible. He then moves down to your remaining clothes, removing your jeans, watching them as they went down your legs, exposing more of your skin to him.

You both took off your own underwear, throwing it somewhere in the room. You lay still, watching and waiting for him.

He spread your legs, kissing your feet, then headed lower. His mouth placed soft kisses all over your skin like he was leaving a mark of himself on you. The further he got, the heavier your breathing became.

He made eye contact with you the closer he got to your core, leaving delicate kisses on your inner thigh before delving deeper, leaving a kiss on your clit before his tongue reached your entrance. His arms looped around your legs, pulling you closer, his tongue poking inside you, swirling around in you, trying to reach further and further inside you.

Damn it, it made you feel so damn good. Your arms were flailing around, trying to unclasp your bra behind you. It was a little difficult, his mouth was giving you so much pleasure, making you shiver down your spine, your head hit the bed as your back arched. You threw your bra behind you.

Your hands instantly threw themselves down into Khun's hair, fingers tangling themselves, pulling him even closer.

His tongue licked up and down your slit, eyes focused on your face, then went back inside you. Damn it, he was so attractive, even when he was eating you out.

Your hands were grabbed by his, pinning them back down to the bed again, fingers linked together.

Every breathy moan that escaped your lips was heard by him, giving him more of a reason to continue what he was doing to you.

It was becoming too much for you, his actions on your inside gradually made a feeling become more and more intense. You could tell it was a release, it made your hands tighten around his. His tongue circled your clit a few times before hovering back over you, your hands still in his. The feeling that had built up faded away, giving you a mild feeling of dissatisfaction.

"Was that your way of apologizing?" You ask.

"And what if it was?" He responds a kiss was placed on your temple, "you mean everything to me, and I've been a jerk to you,"

His length suddenly plunges into you, making you squirm around, your back arches, your chest barely touching his.

"Fuck, ahh," you moan, your legs and arms wrapping around him.

His arms lay beside your hair. His hips moved slowly, thrusting in and out of you, your fingers pressing down on his back.

What you were doing was enough to make him his, to be vocal, he was feeling just as good as you were.

His eyes were on your pretty face, your eyes closed as he moved faster, your breath reaching his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

What he was doing was enough to drive you insane. The feeling of him inside you, the speed he was keeping, it made you cling to him, your nails scratching his skin.

Kisses were placed on your face, all the way down to your neck, hoping to find your sweet spot and latch onto it. His lips and tongue search your skin, moving slowly, stopping as he heard a soft moan from your mouth.

"Mmm, oh, god," you moan into his ear.

He had found it, and he wasn't going to leave it alone. Soft kisses were planted on your skin before his teeth grazed it lightly, causing you to jolt a little.

You squeezed your eyes shut, biting down harshly on your lower lip as he picked up speed, his mouth continued leaving a mark on your neck.

"Oh my god, Khun," you cried, your legs wrapped around him tighter, pushing him further inside you.

His speed and pace pick up, he removes his mouth from your neck, kissing the area before his head hovers over yours again.

Your eyes were lidded, they stared up into his, hands moved away from his back, grabbing onto his hair and pulling him down so your lips connected. Your eyes closed, his arms moved to under your head and neck, a hand under your head as you kissed.

You were so close, but it felt like you weren't close enough.

A familiar feeling made itself known again, your moans spilt out of your mouth and into his, vibrating into his mouth.

"Khun, I-" you cry.

"I know," he says, releasing your mouth, "you're so beautiful,"

He kisses you forehead, then speeds up again.

"Mmm, ahh,"

His mouth takes yours again, biting down on your lower lip as he feels your walls tighten around him.

He lets out a long hiss, "Fuck," he moans.

Your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you came, eyes still shut.

His teeth let go of your lower lip, you could feel his liquid spilling into as he came, after a few slower thrusts, he pulls out of you.

He sits up, his eyes on your body, all worn out from him, and what he had done to you, both mentally and emotionally. He still felt bad, like he made you feel worthless, which he did, but he really wanted to make it up to you and make you feel better about yourself.

"Is something wrong?" You ask.

He lays down beside you, both of you staring at the ceiling above.

"You could've just let me walk away," he says, his hand searching for yours, "why didn't you, I told you I loved you,"

Your hand finds the one that was searching for yours, fingers linking.

"Maybe because I feel the same way about you," you reply.

"I said some pretty horrible words to you,"

"Don't worry, I kinda forgive you,"

"Kind of?"

You smile at him, "You did say some horrible things to me," your hand brought his up to your mouth, "You're just going to have to make it up to me, and promise that you'll never do or say anything like that again,"

He chuckles lightly at you, "Well, I promise not to do that again," you were pulled by his other hand on top of him, "What we just did together, I told you I love you,"

You knew what he was implying, and you wanted to answer him. "I know, and I love you too,"

"How can you love me after that?"

"Shut up, asshole," your hand pinned his down, "is it so hard to believe that deep down, I might have had similar feeling dwelling inside me this entire time?"

You had surprised him, but it was okay, he had made himself feel a little better.

You grabbed the top of the blanket and covered the both of you with it. You snuggled up to him, his hands wrapping around you.

The room was now dark, the two of you lay there, listening to each others breathing. It was giving you both comfort, which was something you had wanted and got. He made you feel warmth, and you gave him warmth by being there.

[eideticmemory]

EVER SINCE NEW YORK VI | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: I was messaged saying: “If you don’t write a young Matthew enemies to lovers fic featuring an obsession with sucking on boobs then what’s the point 😔.” So, here it is, folks! The ultimate College!Matthew fic.

PART 6! Read Part 5 here!

SOUNDTRACK:

Miss you - The Rolling Stones.

Like Real People Do - Hozier.

Sweet Creature - Harry Styles.

Word Count: 4,619.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, drinking, recreational drug use, a bit of angst.

Summer, Before Senior Year.

Quarantine.

“You awake?”

“Yeah.”

“You were asleep, I’m sorry.”

“Matthew, it’s okay, really.”

“What time is it there?”

You pulled your phone away from your ear to glance at the screen, “Three in the morning.”

“Damn, [y/n], I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “What’s up?”

“Can we facetime?”

“I look a mess.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” he replied. “Please?”

You sighed, “Okay. Okay, call me.”

He did, and when you answered, you had the camera focused on your face, your lamp light on. 

“Oh, God, Matthew!” You shouted. “I thought you were going to show your face, you pervert!”

“My face isn’t hard right now.” 

“Nasty!” 

“I thought you liked it?”

“You’re a disgusting little boy.”

“[y/n], please. I’m so horny right now, and I’ve been jerking off forever, but I can’t get off. Help? Please?” 

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him. “Dirty boy. Filthy boy.” 

“If this is your method of dirty talk, it isn’t working for me.”

You let out a dry laugh. His cock was front and center on your phone screen, his hand wrapped around it, jerking it slowly. “Tell me how to help, Matthew.”

“Show me those tits, pretty lady.”

You cackled, “Nasty!”

But you still pulled your shirt up, revealing your breasts, which were sitting pretty without the restraint of a bra. Matthew flipped the camera to his face at lightning speed, holding his screen close to his face. “When the fuck did you get your nipples pierced?” His voice was strained, high pitched, laced with shock and surprise. 

“Oh,” you said. “The week I got home. Before the tattoo shops closed.”

“Do you like them?” You asked.

“Matthew?” You called. 

But he was silent. Actually, he wasn’t silent, he was grunting. He was grunting, and jerking himself off, his wrist going numb from the speed and intensity that he was using. You froze the moment you realized what was happening, your camera perfectly angled at your chest. You watched Matthew’s face scrunch up, the way it always does when he’s nearing his orgasm, and your breath caught in your throat. He was so hot, geez. He stared at his phone, trembling, weak, panting quietly. He sucked in a sharp breath, and as he exhaled, the breath came out shaky and loud — louder than he intended — and he released himself all over his hand. 

“You good?” You whispered. 

“Ah, fuck,” he mumbled. His breathing was hard, raspy. He had to clear his throat before he spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me about the nipple piercings?” 

You giggled, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he chuckled, wiping himself off before he fixed his pants. “Did they hurt?”

“Not really,” you shrugged. “It was quick, the piercer was nice.”

“Good, good,” he nodded. “Can I see them again?” 

You sighed with a bit of laughter mixed in, and you did as you were asked. The two of you stayed up for another five hours, talking, laughing, helping each other come. By the time eight in the morning rolled around, you were completely shirtless, and Matthew was close to falling asleep. But he didn’t want to. He kept on bringing up different topics, pulling you into all sorts of conversations, just so you would stay on the phone. 

“Matthew,” you whispered. “Go to bed.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“If you go to sleep right now, you will wake up to titty pictures.”

He paused, “Throw in some ass pics, too?”

“You got it,” you nodded.

“Okay, goodnight, [y/n].”

“Goodnight, Matthew.”

And so began a very long, very horny, dirty, nasty quarantine. 

When you first arrived home, it was a constant waiting game to see who would call who first. When Matthew woke up without you that day, he held his phone in his chest for a long time, waiting for it to ring, to buzz, anything. But it never did. Because you were doing the same thing — watching, waiting, hoping. Matthew eventually got too swept up in his own move to reach out, so you sat at home for days without so much as a word. Until sunday night, when he finally called — horny and desperate.

You had to continue your online classes that Monday, after the long night of facetime sex, and he was all you could think about. All you could think about. There was radio silence for the first few hours of the day. You blindly rolled through your classes, glancing at your phone every few minutes. You finally gave in by the time you were in your last class, picked up your cell phone, and pulled up Matthew’s text messages. You didn’t know what to say, what to type, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. And just as you went to press a letter, a message came through. 

M: i had a dream about you

You bit your lip to contain a smile. 

Y: rly? what happened in this dream?

M: call me and i’ll tell you

You glanced at your laptop, your professor still rambling on and on. It was definitely unlike you to choose a boy over class. But, class was just about over. And Matthew wasn’t just a boy.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you said into your phone, smiling at Matthew’s voice.

“What are you doing?”

“Just finished class. What are you doing?” 

“I’m in class right now, actually,” he told you. “Animation.”

“Hot,” you giggled at the noise of his lecture in the background.

“Thanks. My dream was hotter, though.” 

“Oh? Was it?” You grinned, laying back in bed. 

“Yeah. You were a sexy nurse.”

“Matthew!” You exclaimed, erupting in a fit of laughter. 

“Okay, you weren’t a nurse. But you were there, and I was there—“

“We were both there.”

“Yes. And we were in my room, on my bed, and you were sitting on my face.”

You squeezed your thighs together, “Oh.”

“Yeah, it took some convincing, but you did it. And you were so scared to suffocate me, it was cute.”

“Cute, huh?”

“Sexy. I can visualize your body so well,” he whispered. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Matthew,” a voice called. 

Your eyes went wide, you went silent. “Oh, shit!” Matthew exclaimed, noticing that his microphone had been on the whole time. He quickly left the online class, and sighed heavily. 

You could hardly breathe, you were laughing so hard. You cackled, you hooted, you howled. And Matthew couldn’t help but join you. “Fuck!” He chuckled. “I’m a dumbass.”

“Well, I’ve always known that.” You replied. 

“Facetime me, princess,” he requested. 

You did, and he continued to tell you about his dream. How he laid under you, could taste you on his tongue, feel your skin on his hands. It made you incredibly horny, and when you thought he wasn’t listening, you started to touch yourself. Your breath got shaky, and you attempted to keep it quiet — with no success.

“You touching yourself, princess?” Matthew asked.

“No,” you whispered, but it came out rushed.

“Oh, you are. I know that voice.” 

“And I...like your voice.”

“You do? Hm...you like to hear me tell you how hot you are? How much I want to be sucking on those perfect tits right now? Bury my cock inside you and fuck you until you can’t walk?”

“Fuck, Matthew,” you huffed. You’d never heard him talk quite like this before. It was steamy and overwhelming and so, so nice. 

“Tell me what you’re doing right now.”

“Just, uh, um, touching my clit.”

“Good, princess. Now, slide your fingers in for me.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, and did as you were told, your fingers gliding into you. “O-okay,” you murmured.

“Does it feel good? Does it feel better than me?” Matthew purred.

“Nothing feels better than you,” you said, before you could catch yourself. 

He grinned to himself, “Show me. Let me watch.” 

You flipped the camera around to present yourself to him, your legs spread open, your fingers pumping in and out of your core. “Fuck...” he said under his breath, his hand slipping into his underwear. “I’ve never been this jealous of someone’s fingers.”

You chuckled, followed by a weak moan. “Don’t be shy. Show me something, too.”

He let you watch him stroke his hard cock in his palm. Your hands were somehow moving in unison with each other’s. Matthew could tell you were getting close, from the noises you were making and the way your body trembled. His own orgasm pent up in his stomach, but he continued to edge himself until you came. But when you did finished, panting his name and letting out soft moans, he allowed himself to let go. His come shot all over his stomach, and you admired the way it coated his skin.

“Look what you did,” he murmured. 

You laid there, tired and blissed out beyond belief. “Don’t you dare think that we’re doing this all of quarantine, Matthew Gubler.” 

“We’ll see.”

The idea of spending five months away from Matthew was grueling to say the least. You’d gotten so used to him being right down the hall that you constantly had to remind yourself that he was all the way across the country. But, when you guys really got into the groove of things, the distance didn’t seem so bad. 

He always texted you goodmorning and goodnight. The two of you managed to obtain a 30 day streak on snapchat. He helped you with homework and you helped him with his. You texted each other tiktoks and funny tweets that reminded you of one another. You stayed up until all hours of the night, chatting and laughing and talking dirty to one another. You were on facetime with each other so often that your family began to ask who he was. “A friend,” you said. It wasn’t that believable, though. 

Things were great, despite you missing him like crazy. And then he sent you a text. It had a few attachments, and a message saying: forgot to send you these 😘. 

Intrigued, you opened the message to find a row of videos. Of you. Of Matthew. You two together. The first one you clicked was of him eating you out, and you swear, you flooded your bed. It was easy to forget, to lock away memories of him to keep yourself sane. But these videos — of you two fucking, him sucking on your boobs, you sucking on his fingers, sucking his dick — they were too much to bare. 

You hand slid into your underwear, your eyes trained on your phone as you watched Matthew fuck you. Headphones in, you listened to the sound of skin on skin, him whispering dirty things to you through his moans. You bit down on your lip, touching yourself, teasing yourself, too turned on to think properly. And so eager to get off that you forgot to lock the door.

“[y/n]?” A family member called, bursting into your room.

“Shit!” You exclaimed. You quickly hid yourself under the cover and paused the video. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you promised not to make that mistake again. 

Matthew, however, didn’t get the memo.

“Nipple piercings, ma’am?” He pouted, looking at you over facetime one day. “Whip ‘em out.”

“Whip ‘em out? Is that how you ask?” You giggled.

He sighed, “Can I see your tits? Please? I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything,” he nodded.

“Moo like a cow,” you said.

He was silent for a second. “You considering it?” You asked.

“I am, yeah,” he nodded. 

You cackled, and pulled your shirt up, revealing your bare chest. Just as both of your breasts graced the screen, Matthew’s mom stepped into his room to ask him a question. 

“Oh, dear!” She remarked, catching a quick flash of your chest. 

“Oh, no!” You shouted. You ducked out of the camera’s vision, and Matthew dropped his phone. 

“Hi, [y/n],” Mrs. Gubler said.

“Hi, Mrs. Gubler!” You pipped, your face beet red. 

When she left the room, Matthew and you erupted in nervous laughter. “I’m so, so sorry,” he told you. 

“It’s okay! Is she mad?” 

“No. She’s never gonna let me live this down, though. Anyways, show me those tits again.”

“Are you serious?” You pipped.

He gave you the eyes. His trademark ‘i’m horny and i would die for you, queen, please show me some titty’ eyes. 

You sighed, “Nasty boy.”

By the time you two were halfway through quarantine, Matthew and you had each other’s routines memorized. Well enough, that he knew what time you showered every night. He called you just as you stepped out of the shower, and when you answered, he was happy to see you naked and wrapped in a towel. 

“Well, well, well,” he smirked. “This is my lucky day.” 

“Shut up,” you laughed, setting your phone down on the counter, upright so he could see you. You dropped your towel to reveal your naked body, and he nearly drooled at the sight. “Don’t be a perv.”

“I am a perv.”

You rolled your eyes at him and grabbed your clothes, sliding your hoodie over your body. 

“Wait,” he said. “Wait, wait, wait. Is that my hoodie?” 

You froze, standing there in an NYU hoodie that came down to your knees. “[y/n]? Princess? Did you steal my hoodie?” He asked.

“Borrowed!” You exclaimed, your voice squeaking. “I borrowed it.”

“I’ve been looking for that hoodie. When did you take it?”

“Borrow!”

“Okay, when did you borrow it?” 

“That night...” You trailed off. “Before I left. I saw it laying there and it was a little chilly so I—“

“Stole it.”

“Borrowed!”

He giggled, “It looks good on you. Really good.” 

“Yeah?” You grinned, twirling around in the hoodie, your legs exposed. 

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded. “Does it smell like me?” 

You nodded, “Yeah, it does.” That’s part of the reason you loved it so much. 

“Stay—stay just like that for me,” he pleaded. “Just like that.”

You held yourself still, posing your entire body in front of the camera for him to take you in. His hand had snaked down into his pants and grasped his cock, now delivering slow strokes along his shaft. 

“Like what you see?” You purred. 

Love what I see, he thought. But he only said, “Yeah.”

His wrist sped up, along with his breathing. “Fuck,” he panted. His eyes lowered into this sensual look, his teeth were gritted together. You gave him a sly smile, and turned around, lifting up the hoodie to show him your ass. 

“Oh, fuck!” He shouted. Suddenly, he hung up. While you stood there, confused, he laid in his bed and withdrew his hands from his pants. He closed his eyes tight, attempting to calm himself. Soothe the feeling in his chest. But it wouldn’t go away. He missed you. He missed you so much, it was heart stopping, soul shattering, and it even got rid of his boner. He could conceal it for a long, long time. But that hoodie...

That damn hoodie. 

Embarrassed from your last phone conversation, he almost didn’t answer when you called him that night. But he couldn't stop himself. When he answered the facetime request, he saw you — stressed, your face red and sad. “What’s wrong?” He cooed.

“It’s almost midnight and I have an assignment due and I have no idea how to do it and it’s worth a lot of points and I’m gonna have a heart attack.” You rambled. 

“Okay, okay,” he sat up. “[y/n], babe, calm down. What class is it for?”

“Advanced film. It’s a quiz, I just—“

“Send it to me.”

“Matthew—“

“Send it. I’ll do it.”

“You don’t have to,” you sighed. 

“But I want to. I don’t want you stressed. Just send it, I’ll get it done before midnight. I promise.”

You smiled at him, blinking away the stress-induced tears in your eyes. “Thank you, Matthew. Thank you so much. If you ever need help with anything, let me know, I’ll help. If you decide to take ballet next semester, I can really help.”

He laughed, and the two of you held each other’s gaze for a long time. It was full of softness, joy, bonding. A little love. 

“Anyways, uh,” Matthew said, clearing his throat. “Can I see your ass again?” 

You shook your head at him, laughing under your breath. 

Quarantine couldn’t be over soon enough. 

[PART 7.]

[mermaidcashton]

i hate to admit it

author: claire (@mermaidcashton) ship: michael clifford/reader prompt/AU: this is a gift for the wonderful @h0tsos who wanted soft, subby Michael in an enemies to lovers capacity (and i snuck some coffee shop!au in there as well, and some weebness because, well, it’s Steff and Michael) wordcount: 4k+ warnings: swearing, alcohol mentions, explicit sexual content a/n: • written for @maluminspace & @h0tsos ‘s 5sos fic writers collab (which was a gift exchange this time around) • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘this means war’ by mariana’s trench • ‘my hero academia’ is a manga/anime series. there are references to it and a few of the characters in this but you don’t need to know anything about it to understand what’s going on.

i hate to admit it *** “So, they’re like...superheroes?” 

Luke sipped on his glass of rosé, nodding like he understood whilst making a face that showed he absolutely did not.

“Yeah, dude, pretty much!” Michael nodded along with your co-worker with so much enthusiasm he looked like one of those dogs people put on their dashboards. Except less cute. Wait, no - not cute. Definitely not cute at all. Good save, you. Couldn’t have your own internal monologue thinking you felt anything for the moron you were forced to work with 3 times a week was anything more than an annoyance you had to endure. With a butt that wouldn’t quit. Dammit, self! 

Michael took advantage of Luke showing an interest in his (and yours) favourite anime, and began bombarding him with half baked theories, predictable favourite scenes and shitty character analysis. He nearly knocked his own hat off as he flailed his hands around in an attempt at explaining the dynamics of a battle from the second season. Luke smiled politely. 

You snorted into your drink as you drained the last of it; you were definitely going to need another. If Michael started fanboying over Deku again, you were going to scream.

As you placed the empty bottle onto the wood of the coffee table, you took another glance around the apartment you were in. You’d never been up here before, despite spending a minimum of 20 hours a week in the coffee shop downstairs. But after this evening’s staff meeting tackling such issues as ‘who forgot that milk needs to be kept in the fridge overnight’ (Luke), ‘who is putting too much whipped cream on hot chocolates’ (Michael), and ‘who wrote ‘THIS COFFEE IS HOT, BUT U R HOTTER ❤ ) on a customers caramel macchiato’ (Luke again), Ashton had invited you all upstairs for a ‘employee chill’. You had been surprised a week or so into your employment when you had found out that the manager was also the owner who lived in the apartment above Screamin’ Beans; he was only in his mid twenties, but the more you’d experienced his drive and determination, the more your surprise had dwindled. Ashton really was a great guy, with one big flaw; Michael. They had been best friends for years, hence him moving into the apartment when he came back into town and the job Ashton had given him; which in your humble opinion was the equivalent of setting a monkey loose on the milk frother.   

Michael had sealed his fate with you the same day he’d started work. He arrived 10 minutes late (from upstairs), sleepy eyed and shy smiled. His fluffy blonde hair was spilling out of his beanie, and he kept biting his very pink lip bottom with sharp little teeth. The way he pronounced your name was adorable. You’d burned your hand on the espresso machine. Strike one. Things unravelled quickly after that. He was ‘too shy’ to take orders and work the register so you were stuck there all day talking to goddamn customers about why it wasn’t a good idea to have 3 pumps of every syrup while he hid behind silver machinery and dirtied way more jugs than you deemed necessary. Strike two. And then he’d dropped a latté into that ladies bag - sorry, very expensive bag. Michael had let out a ‘uuuhhh’ sound like a malfunctioning robot without moving for so long that the furious customer had stopped trying to yell at him and focused her rage on you instead. When he had eventually come to whatever passed for his senses, Michael had power walked into the employee bathroom and didn’t return until Calum arrived to join the shift and assured him the woman had left, twenty minute later. You were beyond strikes. You’d been so sure you could talk Ashton into scheduling you together as little as possible. There was no reason to put you down to work nearly every shift together, especially shifts where only two staff were on! Except, apparently there was because he kept fucking doing it. Every time you pressed Ashton on it, he’d say something about how he needed Michael ‘trained by the best’, or ‘matching availabilities’, or he thought their ‘energies combined well; auras are meshing, y’know?’ The one might have been on you for catching him as he was returning from his Vibe Check Yoga class at the studio down the street. 

He’d also emphasised that Michael needed more friends now he was back in the city, and you two had loads in common! You both liked pop punk! You’d rolled your eyes. And Italian food! A ‘tch noise. And anime! Okay, you’d bite. 

The next time you’d gone into work, you’d engaged Michael in a conversation about ‘Tokyo Ghoul’ and recommended ‘Demon Slayer’; things started to pick up. You didn’t fantasise about locking Michael in the walk-in fridge the whole shift. And then…

“You watch ‘My Hero Academia’, right?” “Uh, yeah! I love it.” “Me too! I just ordered a Todoroki tee yesterday. And another Deku one, of course; gotta rep my main man!” “Oh..cool! He’s your favourite?” Of course Michael was a basic bitch. But hey, that’s fine. Deku was fine. He was the main character, after all. And he’s a little less whiny in the recent manga issues, you guess. And the way Michael’s face was right now - open, comfortable, lit up like the 4th of July? That was good, too. His eyes were so green.  “Yeah! Who’s your favourite character?” “Well, I would die for a bunch of ‘em, but I’m a Bakugou girl at heart.” You laid a palm flat on your chest, choosing to ignore the feel of your heart beating faster than it had been five minutes ago beneath it.  Michael wrinkled his nose. “Bakugou? But he’s like...he’s so mean! And angry!”

Oh no. You’d had this conversation before. You locked eyes with Michael, hoping he could see the warning in your eyes. Don’t do it, ho.

“Like, he’d probably make a better villain than hero!”

“You okay, boo?” Calum slid into the space on the couch beside you, holding out a fresh beer for you to take. “You look deep in thought.”

You hummed and accepted the bottle from him, letting go of your train of thought as you caught sight of Luke trying to prove he could get his overly long leg behind his head. Michael and Ashley F. were both actively trying to avoid getting kicked in the face with a sparkly boot, whilst Ashton was just monitoring the situation very intently; you’re not entirely sure when he last blinked. 

You snorted again as Luke’s foot slotted into place in a position you were 85% sure he would not be able to get out of again without assistance, possibly from the emergency services.

“I’m fine. Gotta be one of us capable of thinking here, y’know.” You teased, looking sidelong at Calum. He laughed, rubbing a hand over his freshly shaved hair; he’d always been as easy to get along with as he was obnoxiously handsome. “Hey! You’re lucky I know you’re talking about the human pretzel over there! And I guess, your boyf-” Big brown eyes glittered at you over the hand you’d slapped over his mouth. “-fwendth.” Narrowing your own eyes at your friend, you hissed. “Shut up! I would rather die.” Calum waggled his eyebrows incessantly at you until you relented and dropped your hand. “You knew who I was talking about, though.” Ugh. Smug was not a good look on Calum. “You know, smug is not a good lo-oh fuck, is that the time?” The clock behind Calum’s head showed 8:58; your auction ended at 9:00. You fumbled into your bag for your phone, unlocking it and flicking straight to the app you needed. Phew - still the top bid. “Whatcha doin’?” Calum hooked his chin over your shoulder, blowing your hair out of his face before settling down. 

“Bidded on a really cool, limited edition figure. One of my all time favourite anime characters. The auction is about to end.” You explained,  making sure Calum could hear you other the cacophony of sounds associated with Luke trying to get his other leg behind his head. You both watched the seconds tick down, your username sitting securely by the words ‘Winning Bid’. At two seconds to nine, the page refreshed, then refreshed again; it was over.

‘Winning Bid: BIGRED69’ “Uh...what happened? That’s not you, right?” Calum asked, tilting his head to look at your face, and the rage it contained. BIGRED69. He’d done it again. 

“Uh oh, Y/N - what’s wrong?” Ashton’s voice pulled you out of your internal screaming, and you looked up at him. 

“She’s losing her weeb shit at a heavy eBay loss” Calum answered for you, nodding solemnly as he pulled away from you, giving you room to bonk him with a cushion. “Oh! That’s too bad, but that’s another thing you and Mikey have in common!” Ashton beamed. “Mikey!” Oh no. Oh no, no.

“Yeah?” Michael sloped over, getting his black boot caught on the corner of the leopard print rug as he did. Ashton caught him with an ease you suspected (knew) came from practice. “Why don’t you take Y/N to see your anime dolls? She collects them, too!” Ashton looked so pleased with himself and his suggestion for further ‘bonding’ for you and Michael, and Michael looked like he’d been force fed raw lemon at the phrase ‘anime dolls’, so you let it go on your own behalf. Except now Michael was waiting expectantly for you to follow him to his room and Calum was shoving you off of the couch to get you moving. Fuck your life. You sighed as you got up and started walking. “Fine, let’s go; you can show me your Todoroki body pillow and then we can get on with our lives.” Michael let out a small hiss like an angry kitten, his cheeks colouring a pretty pink. He spared a glance at everyone left in your wake. “I, um, don’t have a body pillow, you guys.” “Suuuuure!” You rolled your eyes, waiting for Michael to enter his bedroom so you could follow. The blonde flicked the light on and moved slightly further in so you could pass him, before shutting the door with a small ‘click’. You decided not to comment on this action, looking around at the posters on the walls and figurines on the shelves instead. You were undecided on whether or not you were going to comment on how cool a lot of Michael’s shit was. A ‘Full Metal Alchemist’ poster over his bed, a full shelf of Funko Pops from movies you loved, framed prints of album artwork by Waterparks and The Maine. Fuck. You were really aware of Michael staring at you with an almost hopeful (?) look on his face as you let your eyes travel around his room before he could show you his ‘anime dolls’. Fuck. Your stomach felt fluttery, and you thought you might have a serious problem here, before you caught sight of a very different problem on Michael’s desk. 

A rare Kirishima Eijirou statue - box signed by the voice actor - you’d been outbid on last month. By BIGRED69. What were the chances a different one was sitting by Michael’s laptop?

“So,” You said, trying to keep your voice neutral and non-murderous. “Where do you get your collectibles from?” “Forbidden Planet, Tokyo Toys, eBay…” Michael rattled off, until you interrupted him. “Where did you get that one? Looks rare - it must have been difficult!” 

“Oh! eBay! It was, but I have an app for it, so…” Michael grinned, looking pleased with himself. An app? “An automatic bidding app? You sniped me?! That’s cheating!” You squeaked; you could not believe this. It was unbelievable.

Michael blinked at you, head empty. “BIGRED69?!” You managed to make the world’s stupidest screen name sound like a terrible accusation. Which it was.

Comprehension dawned on his stupid, beautiful face all at once. “Oh my God! That was you that I’ve been fighting for this stuff? No way! But you didn’t know it was me?”

“Why the hell would I know it was you!” You threw your hands up, and Michael just stared dopily back at you.

“‘Bigred69?! Obviously I assumed you were 12!” Michael let out a squawk of protest, before folding his arms defensively across his chest.

“Clifford!” “What?” Michael’s tone became more insistent. “My last name! Clifford!” You pulled an exaggerated ‘so?!’ face, throwing your hand in the air again. 

Michael had the unmitigated gall to huff, like you were the biggest idiot in the room; like he wasn’t always the biggest idiot in every room, all rooms, ever, in the history of rooms. “Clifford the Big Red Dog!” He said, insistence heavy in the words.

You often swore you could almost hear the old internet dial up tone trilling inside Michael’s brain when customers at the coffee shop asked him such difficult questions as “What dairy alternative milks do you carry?”, “Where is the bathroom?”, and even once - you swear - “What’s your name?”. In Michael’s defence, that last one had been asked in more flirtatious-than-not tone by a brunette who clearly had some kind of vision problem (he’d been dressed more horrendously than usual that day beneath his uniform apron; was that a utility vest?!), but had fluttered her eyelashes at your idiot colleague so hard, for so long, you’d been concerned she’d be leaving without what little vision she’d arrived with. But still. Idiot. Michael, not you. And yet, now it was you with your brain puttering through the information you had with the shrill electronic sound of the 90’s in your head. “Clifford the- are you for fucking real?” This could not be real life.

“It’s totally clever!” Michael asserted, continuing in earnest once you scoffed in reply. “No, listen! Because of Clifford, and also, I had red hair when I made it, and 69 is funny - it is! - and, well-” His face flushed slightly before he puffed his chest out a little, apparently deciding to commit to his defence of his screen name. “I’m big, so it works on like, loads of levels!” 

This could not be happening to you. You were decidedly not standing in the bedroom of a coworker you simultaneously couldn’t stand and also couldn’t stop thinking about kissing as you restocked the counter fridges in the evenings, as he explained that his auction site handle was a combination of a previous dye job, an insinuation about his dick and a massive fucking dog. You could not let Michael have the upper hand here, but you were floundering. So you fell into more familiar, more pathetic territory. 

“If you were called something like ‘deku-loving-loser’, then, sure - I would have known it was you!” “Who’s 12 now?!” “Uh, still you!” Okay, so this wasn’t your finest moment, but you were in it now. And you’d really wanted the Kaminari figure tonight. Michael didn’t even like him that much!

“The point is, you totally sniped me! And you get stuff about basic canon wrong! And your understanding of the characters is one dimensional! And, and...your hat is stupid!” Well, shit. In your defence, Michael’s hat was stupid. You could feel how hot your face was, and Michael’s eyes looking right at it was only making it worse. You couldn’t read his expression at all; he looked like he was searching for something, and you didn’t know what it was, or if he’d find it. You could only assume he had when he took the most decisive steps you’d ever seen him take, reaching you in two huge steps and cupping your face with both hands. Michael kissed in a way he didn’t do anything else; he felt sure and certain as he pressed his lips to yours, moving them with intent. Your brain became overtaken with television static almost immediately as you moved your mouth in time with his, opening your mouth immediately at the questioning press of his tongue. You had enough of yourself left aware to yank his stupid fucking hat off his head as you tangled your fingers in his blonde hair, Michael’s hands sliding down to clutch at your waist as you swayed with the kiss. As Michael pulled back ever so slightly, you took the opportunity to press your teeth into his plush bottom lip, the way you’d thought of doing in afternoon slumps on shift. The whine that came from deep in Michael’s throat made a split second decision for you. 

You pulled back further from Michael, yanking your top off in one go and starting in on the buttons of his black shirt before he fully registered the sight of your bra and the top of your full breasts.  

“Shit, Y/N, are you…” Michael trailed off as you pulled his sleeves down his arms, and the shirt off this body. Your eyes met his as you popped the button on his black jeans and placed your hand on his zipper. “Do you really want me to overthink this, Michael?” A moment’s pause, then he shook his head vigorously, leaning down to pull his boots off once you’d yanked his jeans to his knees. By the time he was left in his (funnily enough, black) boxer briefs, you’d discarded your own jeans and were knelt at the foot of his bed in your soft, lilac underwear. Michael’s breath hitched as his gaze drifted down your body, taking it all in under the artificial light of the room. “Get over here, Clifford…” You teased, trying not to second guess what was happening. Michael broke out of his trance and more or less threw himself onto the bed, settling his head on the pillows and pulling you on top of him for another kiss, and then another, and another. By the time you pulled back to catch your breath, your head was spinning. You braced yourself on your forearms on the bed, taking the time to admire Michael’s body beneath you. 

You’d seen the tattoos on his pale, strong arms before, but they looked different in this context; the contrast between the milky skin and dark ink made your stomach swoop. The blonde hair on his head is also a contradiction; to the dark hair on his chest and the hair trailing down his stomach and disappearing under his waistband. Your mouth felt very dry as you let your gaze continue downward, to the straining bulge beneath the fabric.

You flicked your eyes back to meet Michael’s in question, your fingers suddenly resting on the waistband of his underwear. Michael swallowed thickly, and then nodded once before fixing you with a gaze of pure anticipation. 

No use waiting around. You propped yourself up onto your knees over him and pulled on the fabric decisively, not stopping your motion until his underwear bunched up at his ankles. Holy shit.

You always knew Michael had to have at least one redeeming quality, and you’d finally found it. His cock was huge, hanging heavy and hard between his fuzzy thighs. The head was flushed the darkest pink you could ever remember seeing, and the slit was already shiny with precum. 

If a voice in your head that sounded unfortunately like Calum pressed that Michael had lots of qualities you secretly found redeeming, you ignored it in favour of getting straight to business.

“FUCK! FUCKIN-” 

Apparently, Michael hadn’t been prepared for you to take half of his impressive length into your mouth in one go. You sucked with intent, casting your eyes up to take in the sight of him. His pupils were already starting to blow, and you’d barely done anything. God, that was so sweet.

But then Michael threaded his fingers through your hair, his hand pressing ever so slightly into your scalp. The blonde wasn’t pushing down, but his grip was firm. You could feel the weight of his hand on the top of your head as you held his cock in your mouth, and that shit? Would not stand.

You grab the wrist brushing your hair a second before your other hand finds his idle one, fingers twisted loosely in the sheets. Once you’ve captured both wrists, you guide both to the same point above Michael’s hips, before slamming both into the mattress with purpose. 

If you’d had time to think about it, you’re not sure how you would have expected Michael to react. He didn’t really put out the energy of a man who’d properly fight you for control, either in a domineering way or with more of an air of fragile masculinity. Perhaps a bit of questioning but ultimately compliant as long as he got his dick sucked. But the wanton moan that kicked out of Michael’s chest as you settled into a tight grip on his wrists where you had them pinned on the sheets with intent? That was unexpected. That was interesting.   

Your mouth had remained still on his cock whilst you got his wrists pinned down, more cockwarming him than blowing him. But now you had him so pliant and under your control, it was go time. You pulled back up his cock, wrapping your lips tightly around the head of Michael’s cock, and sucked with gusto. Another groan from above you. You worked your tongue all the way around the head before pulling back enough to flick it into Michael’s sensitive slit. “Oh my fuuu- Y/N, God, I-” Michael was starting to writhe, his hairy legs rubbing into the sheets beneath you. You could feel his wrists moving along with the rest of his body, but you knew you’d made it clear you’d wanted him pinned, and he made no move to get his hand free. Good boy. You sank steadily back down Michael’s length, at least to the six inch mark, before pulling back up, hollowing your cheeks as you went. Back down a little further, then up, back to teasing the head, using your tongue. Michael couldn’t predict what you were going to do next, and it was clearly pushing all of his buttons. You could taste the precum that his cock kept kicking out into your mouth and throat, and see the flush spreading down his neck. By the time you’d pulled, drool beginning to build at the sides of your mouth, Michael was a mess, moaning as much as he was breathing. This could get addictive, you thought to yourself as you let your mouth drop to his balls, and your thumbs press into the pulse points on his wrists. You hummed before you released his left ball from your mouth with a wet pop, and that’s when Michael started begging. “Please, please, Y/N, I wanna-” he panted, cutting himself off over and over. “You’re so beautiful, lemme- God, fuck, it feels so amazing, you’re- I’ve been good, I’ll do anything, please…”

You pretend to consider his pleas as you dragged your tongue over his right ball, dipping into all the creases and leaving them wet behind you. Drawing back up onto your knees, you released one of his wrists so you could push his sweaty blonde bangs back from where it was plastered to his forehead, drinking in the vision before you. His green eyes were nearly completely black, blown out with arousal. The sheen on the skin of his face and body made him glow. His lips were chapped from his teeth tugging on them, and the pink of the matched the flush spread from his cheeks down his chest. And the wrist you were no longer restraining hadn’t moved a centimeter, still pressed firmly to the mattress. Michael was a good boy. And you knew how to treat good boys. With no preamble, you took Michael back into the wet heat of your mouth, relaxing your throat and not stopping until your nose was buried in the soft thatch of trimmed hair on his crotch. You took a moment to situate yourself and enjoy the deep whines bursting out of Michael’s throat into the quiet of his bedroom, before you began to move again, swallowing around his cock. You saw his thighs begin to tremble to the side of you before you heard him speak. “Fuck, fuck, Y/N, please, I’m gonna-” You hummed as hard as you could, pushing Michael’s wrists with that little bit more force into the bed as you did. Michael let out his loudest whine yet - bordering on a sob- as he came, shooting down your throat as he writhed beneath you. 

You swallowed everything he gave you, and when you were sure he was finished, you pulled off slowly, and gently, releasing his wrists as you stood back up on your knees.

Michael looked blissed out, staring dreamily up at you with bright, adoring eyes. He still was yet to move his hands. “Hey.” “Hi.” You smirked down at him. “I believe I heard something about you’d ‘do anything’?” You shot a quick glance at the figurine on his desk, and down at yourself. “I had some ideas…” 

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2, 4, 16, 22, 27?

Thanks for the ask! :)

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

For fun! I like imagining other things that could go on in the world of a show, even if very often those things are “when/where/how might these characters have had sex?” haha. On a basic level, sometimes I just think the characters are hot and that it would be even hotter if they fucked. The fancy version of that is that it feels meaningful to me to express and share some of my queer sexuality. For Tactical Disadvantage, once it became a long form fic I wrote/write it because I like this version and want it to exist!

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

Answered here :)

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

Having to share a bed! No matter how contrived, I will always be delighted to see this one.

22. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Sometimes. I have a few general playlists (like “sad enemies to lovers” and “general enemies with benefits”) and often I make specific playlists for a fic or a chapter (I have several TD ones that I occasionally listen to again if I want to remind myself of how a character was feeling in an earlier chapter, plus a few others for one shots that I rarely listen to again). I more often listen to them while I’m doing something boring like folding laundry so I can plan things in my head. They often have some overlap (there are only so many electro pop songs with the exact moods I want), except for the sparkly magical pop playlist I made for Masquerade.

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I don’t think I can answer this definitively! Nice comments really do make me so happy, I always worry that I don’t sound sincere when I reply to them to say so but it’s true. I can’t really single out a favourite, but here are some of the kinds that I think are particularly nice:

Comments way into a multi chapter fic from a first time commenter saying they’ve been enjoying the fic all this time

Comments on every chapter

“Kudos!” “Nice work” and other short comments

Long comments

Comments saying it was hot (I didn’t get many people saying this for quite a while after I started writing smut, so I was happy when that started happening) or “OW MY HEART”

Anyone saying my fics got them into Glitra haha

Commenting favourite lines

Keyboard mashing or swearing (which is how I know one Portuguese swear word now!)

Saying they were happy to see a new fic or chapter from me

Saying they re-read a fic or chapter

Basically all positive comments?

Also another shout out to @silverscribe87 and @aprillikesthings for encouraging comments on my very earliest fics, not sure if I’d have carried on writing much if it wasn’t for those.

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What is your favourite colour?

Alexandra: light pink Angi: Violet & Mint Bethany: Orange. When I was little, I realized I didn’t know anyone who’s favorite color was orange, so I took pity on it Brooke: Pink! Buse: Uhmm.. Can’t pick.. Maybe lilac or pastel blue Cecily: I’d like to say pastel pink, but a good blue is also good Kirsty: Blue Maddie: Crimson Megan: bright blue/green, maybe purple Mel: Navy blue Michelle: hot pink and red Natalia: purple Rachel: pastel pink and lime green Ollie: gold or dark green Zena: Sky blue or royal blue Zoe: black (whoops) or pastel blue??

What is your favourite season?

Alexandra: autumn (specifically new england autumn) Angi: Spring Bethany: Summer Brooke: Autumn Buse: Winter Cecily: Spring Kirsty: Autumn Maddie: Autumn Megan: Winter Mel: Spring Michelle: Summer Natalia: summer Rachel: Autumn Ollie: Spring Zena: Autumn Zoe: Winter

What is your favourite animal?

Alexandra: unicorns!! tho if we’re talking real then deer Angi: Meerkat or Red Panda Bethany: depends on the individual’s personality. But let’s go with cat Brooke: I have so many? Cats, snakes, and fish are my top 3 though.. Buse: Turtles :) Cecily: I need to say horse, don’t I? Or she’ll kill me Kirsty: Any kind of cat, big cats and domestic ones Maddie: Cats and sharks Megan: Otters! Mel: Owls and rabbits Michelle: SHARKS Natalia: dogs sorry Rachel: Cats and red pandas Ollie: crane! Zena: Cats and dogs, depends on when you ask me (elephants are pretty cool too) Zoe: Penguins. They really are just the greatest thing in the universe

What is your favorite TV-show?

Alexandra: danny phantom Angi: Buffy or Bones Bethany: House M.D. Brooke: True Blood is probably my fav rn Buse: Steven Universe… Gravity Falls… Adventure time… And the AMAZING (probably) Pilot of the infinity train :3 Cecily: Sherlock all the way, jesus Kirsty: The only TV show I watch is Doctor Who so I guess that Maddie: Black Mirror, Stranger Things, and about a million others Megan: Bob’s Burgers, Stranger Things, or Gravity Falls. Mel: Friends and Black Mirror Michelle: Supernatural and House Natalia: black mirror Rachel: Gravity Falls and Dexter Ollie: The Office Zena: Friends and White Collar and Gilmore Girls Zoe: Doctor Who ultimately- but the Inbetweeners, the Office and Supernatural all get honorary mentions

What is your favorite fanfiction tropes?

Alexandra: FAKE DATING!! plus friends to lovers, seemingly unrequited pining, secret agents, and trapped in an elevator/snowed in cabin type situations for whatever reason Angi: Fake Dating AUs, or really anything with a good slow burn. Bethany: Meta. Specifically when characters are reading/writing fics about themselves. Brooke: Hogwarts (ravenclaw!Phil / slytherin!Dan fight me on it) and Secret Agents Buse: Just anything with some deep story/a fantasy theme behind it! Cecily: All war/historical AUs (and illnesses) Kirsty: I have so many! Special power AU’s and Hogwarts AU’s as top two Maddie: Super powers, friends to lovers, Soulmates AU Megan: Soulmate AUs are my weakness, but also wrong number, fake-dating, one-sided/mutual pining… Anything that’s angsty for a while at the beginning really. Mel: Enemies to lovers and historical AUs Michelle: Friends to lovers with a healthy dose of seemingly unrequited pining, time travel, partners in battle who are also partners in life, hurt/comfort womp Natalia: sad angsty horrible AUs just make me cry and i’ll like it Rachel: enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, pastelxpunk, superpowers Ollie: anything historical goes straight to my heart! also I like a good semi-angsty misunderstanding fic Zena: Friends to lovers, soulmate AUs (especially the kind where they don’t realise at first), wrong number AUs and everything slow burn Zoe: prison/criminal/detective AU’s, dystopian/post-apocalyptic and anything that’ll make me cry

What is your favourite fanfiction?

Alexandra: if lost, return to phil by thatsmistertoyou Angi: Aboslutely no idea. Bethany: (Cecily is gonna list her own isn’t she? That ass.) Brooke: Before We Turn into a Monster (with two heads) blue shirt; If You Think You Know Me ineverhadmyinternetphase; Diamond in the Rough darkness_prince_dan Buse: Two roads meet- by the amazing Phanlight, It’s a masterpiece :’) Cecily: Renegade by awesomesockes Kirsty: That is literally impossible Maddie: There isn’t enough room for my answer. Megan: phan: In My Way by ineverhadmyinternetphase (or anything else Julia has written, tbh, but I’m biased to IMW cause I’m the beta); my first ever favorite is a Star Wars series on FFN by Queen called Said the Joker. Mel: Misfit by mangothatismelancholy Michelle: Here Where I Feel Safe by ficster28; Roll the Dice and Swear by ramonaspeaks; If the sky we should look upon by blueshirt; Dan and Phil: Lords of the Internet, Masters of Ambiguity by islet Natalia: listen. I can’t choose Rachel: Let Me Down Gently by ineverhadmyinternetphase Ollie: eee that’s so hard but most recently one where I was like WOWOWOW was while our blood’s still young by celestialfics but honestly so many Zena: This question is too hard Zoe: Honestly, no idea - but non-phan, Unholyverse by bexless comes to mind??

Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car?

Alexandra: drive a car, i’m boring Angi: Tie between horse & car tbh Bethany: I like trains. But fine, car. Brooke: A horse! It’s been years! Someone let me ride their horse! Buse: Horse/Bike I don’t really like driving in cars oops :$ Cecily: Horse definitely Kirsty: Drive a car Maddie: Drive a car Megan: Um. Horses scare me, I don’t have my license yet, and riding a bike is exhausting. None of the above? Mel: Definitely drive a car Michelle: def drive my car. Its name is Cas. Natalia: bike Rachel: car Ollie: horse Zena: I’m Dutch so I feel like I’d be hunted down if I say anything other than bike Zoe: horse, definitely the horse

Would you rather vacation in Alaska or Hawaii?

Alexandra: i can’t choose can i pls hav both Angi: Alaska Bethany: Alaska Brooke: Definitely Alaska!! Buse: Alaska! Cecily: Alaska no doubt Kirsty: Alaska Maddie: Alaska, but only in the summer Megan: Hawaii - I want to see lava. Mel: Hawaii, I would literally freeze in Alaska Michelle: Hawaii!! I love beaches and I hate cold. Natalia: alaska must be so interesting but it’s cold and i’m weak Rachel: Hawaii Ollie: Alaska! Zena: If it’s hotter than 20 degrees and there’s sun I can’t function so Alaska Zoe: 100% Alaska, I love snow so much aH