#it was a long hard stupidly busy month :(

[vegaseatsass]

Hey Tumblr, I'm sorry I disappeared for a month with no warning. I've missed you all (and this webbed site as a whole) sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much and I never want to try to live (or watch tv) without you again. What is up w/ you all? How are your fandoms how are your OTPs?

My brain is bursting w/ all the tv I've been watching and NOT tumbling about, but I especially can't believe I wasn't on tumblr for things like the Midnight Museum finale and Never Let Me Go reincarnation roleswap time travel fixit aka the beginning of Our Skyy 2...... I also am 15 hours into the Fingersmith audiobook and thinking things like "libraries should really let you have a special pass you can use one or two times a year to keep things out an extra week because how am I supposed to just go on about my day without the last third of this novel? It's inhumane"

[mrsbarnesblog]

Do you want me to help you?

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Summary: As you and Bucky spend time at your place, things get hot pretty fast.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: +18❗️smut, subby Bucky, he's jetting his first blow job, come eating.

Author's note: enjoy<3

It was another Friday night when you invited Bucky to your place so you could order some food, watch movies, and cuddle under the blankets.

You and Bucky met almost six months ago at the coffee shop. You were walking in when someone suddenly bumped into you, and you ended up lying on the ground with a large coffee stain on your pink blouse. The man who caused this mess ended up being an Avenger. Sergeant Barnes, a former Winter Soldier, was really cute when he got all nervous and couldn’t stop apologizing for the situation. He said that he really needed to be somewhere else, so he took your number with a promise to pay you for everything and ran away, leaving you with shock and excitement bubbling in your body.

You were too stunned to speak, because not only was it an Avenger, but it was Bucky fucking Barnes—the person whose whole biography you willingly studied in school. He was much taller than you imagined and definitely more attractive. His apologies seemed to be really sincere, so you were just stupidly nodding while he was speaking. Bucky asked for your phone so he could call himself and have your number until he would have time to properly make amends.

Then you didn’t know that you had just met your future boyfriend.

Soon he called you and asked you to meet him at the cafe, and you agreed without any hesitation. He was too sweet for his own good, and that minidate was one of the best experiences that you’ve ever had.

Now, you don’t know how you ended up in this situation, but you were sitting on Bucky’s lap on your couch while the two of you were too lost in the kiss.

Of course, you have already kissed, but most of the time it wasn’t too rough or desperate. You knew that Bucky had hard times trusting people, so you didn’t push him with anything. You were happy just to be with him, and if he needed time to start touching you or have sex, it was okay.

But right now, something has changed. His hands were gripping your thighs, pushing you harder on his erection in the jeans. Bucky kissed you like a starving man; his tongue was in your mouth, and he had already bit your lower lip several times. You were so lost in the pleasure that you didn’t even notice that you started moving your body against his.

At that moment, he came to his senses, stopped your hips with his hands, and pulled out of the kiss, breathing heavily.

"What happened?" You asked while trying to catch your breath. "Was it too much?"

"I don’t know." He looked you in the eyes, and you saw that his own were much darker than usual. "It was too long ago, and I'm not sure that I’m ready right now." He looked down as if he were ashamed to say this.

"That’s okay, baby, I promise. We can go at your own pace. I didn’t have sex for some time too, so that’s okay." You smiled at him while your hand found a place on his stubbled cheeks.

"It’s not just a few years." He mumbled. 

"What?" 

"I haven’t had sex since I went to war." Silence fell on you while you were trying to process his words.

"Wait… really?" He nodded. 

"You know, while I was with HYDRA, I was busy with different… things. And after that, I was just trying to get back to a normal life."

"I see, but I really thought that you at least were with someone in Bucharest or in Wakanda."

"No. In Bucharest, it was unsafe to even go out in the streets, and in Wakanda, every woman was for me like a sister, you know? You are the first one who I wanted to know as more than a fri-Oh, shit!" He suddenly gasped. You just wanted to move a little bit, but instead, you accidentally touched his erection.

"Oh my God, I’m sorry!"

"T-that’s okay, just don’t move, please. It will disappear." Bucky threw his head back on the couch and closed his eyes tightly.

"Do… do you want me to help you?" You asked almost innocently. "I mean, we don’t have to have sex, but I can do other things to help your problem."

There was another awkward silence when Bucky opened his eyes and looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"You don’t have to do that. Really."

"What if I want to?" You moved closer to his face, almost touching his lips. "Would you let me take care of you?"

Bucky’s eyes were dark again, full of need and lust. Finally, he nodded slightly. You gave him another sweet kiss on the corner of his lips, and not wanting to waste any more time, you slipped from his lap onto the floor.

"Wait! You want to—you don’t have to—I mean– fuck." Bucky hid his face behind his hand from embarrassment. You act like a fucking child.

"Hey, baby. Talk to me. It’s okay." You put your hands on top of his, pulling them away. "What happened, James? You thought I meant to help you with my hands?"

"Mhm. I’ve never done this before." He mumbled something that you almost didn’t understand. Bucky's face was pink, so you put your hands on his burning cheeks to calm him down. "I’m sorry that I’m such a mess."

"You’re not a mess, Bucky. So you’ve never got a blowjob? Even before the war? I thought you were a ladies’ man." You asked gently.

"I was, but back in the day, it was hard to find a girl that would do it just because, you know? Sex was more available because blowjobs were more intimate, I guess. And I’ve never had real relationships, sooo." He just shrugged, feeling even more embarrassed.

"I understand. And that’s okay if you don't have experience in something. You don’t have to be ashamed, at least not with me. I still want to do this, if you don’t mind." Bucky nodded again before leaning closer to your face and kissing you with passion.

While you were kissing, your hands slipped from his face, running across his chest and abs, right to the bottom of his jeans. You pulled away from the kiss and pushed Bucky back onto the sofa. As soon as the pants were unbuttoned, he helped you pull his clothes lower, and you gasped.

His beautiful dick was standing right in front of your face. Hard, thick, with a vein from one side and pre-cum leacking from the tip. Honestly, you’ve never found them attractive, but it seemed like Bucky was perfect everywhere, so the sight before your eyes made your mouth water.

"Holy shit." You breathed out as your hand wrapped around him, and the fingers barely even touched each other. Your boyfriend’s body instantly tensed; he was not used to this kind of touch. You gave him a few strokes, seeing how his eyes rolled back in pleasure and a tiny moan escaped his mouth. "You know, that’s a shame that no one put this pretty cock in their mouth." You smiled as Bucky’s ears got pink from your praise. "Look at me."

As soon as he did as you told him, you looked directly into his eyes and licked him from the bottom to the top, swirling your tongue around the tip. The taste instantly filled you, and you slightly moaned, sending vibrations down Bucky’s body.

He tried to hold himself together. He really did. But the sight of you on your knees, looking him in the eyes with his cock in your mouth, He completely lost it and let out the loudest moan that he had ever made. Both metal and flesh gripped the sides of the couch, but the pleasure was too intense, and he was overwhelmed.

You started moving your head up and down, still looking Bucky in the eyes. The tip of his dick met your throat, but there were still a few inches left.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Y/N, holy shit!" He whined and threw his head back.

You let him slip out of your mouth with a loud ‘pop’ and started stroking him with a hand, using the mixture of your saliva and Bucky’s pre-cum to make it easier.

"Put your hand on my head, baby. Do whatever you want." Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, but then his right hand fell on top of your head and made a messy ponytail. You smiled and put your lips back on his dick, gently licking and sucking the tip. The hand on your head slightly pushed you down, and you allowed Bucky to control you.

He slipped back into your mouth until his head touched the back of your throat. You started moving on your own, but Bucky’s hand was still tightly holding your hair as he was showing you the pace that he liked. Your eyes were watering, and saliva was dripping down your chin, but you didn’t care about it when your boyfriend was such a mess.

Bucky’s eyes were partly closed as he was trying to look at the beautiful view before him. Your pretty lips were wrapped around his cock, and it was probably the hottest thing that he had ever seen. He couldn’t hold back the small moans escaping his mouth because it was too good—feeling your warm and wet mouth around him. He tried not to push you too hard, but from time to time his grip tightened and his hips moved by themselves, making you choke.

"Doll." Bucky moaned. "Please, baby, I’m so close, oh my– fuck." He instantly pushed you lower, but you didn’t seem to mind. Instead, you moaned around his cock, lifting your free hand on his torso under the shirt. You felt that his body was tense, and the muscles under your fingers were trembling. You knew that Bucky was close, so you ran your nails over the hot and soft skin. "Doll– doll, you should move. I’ll cum– fuck, please." Bucky whined and tried to take you off of him, but you didn’t let him and instead swirled your tongue around him.

You felt it before it happened: Bucky’s body tensed, his cock twitched, and a loud moan filled the room. In a second, your mouth was filled with a warm, a little bit salty, and a little bit sweet seed. You moaned at the taste, still sucking his dick until you knew that he had completely finished, and only then swallowed every single drop.

Bucky’s hand fell out of your hair on the sofa near him, and he was sitting there almost senseless with heavy breathing and closed eyes. You helped Bucky put himself back into pants and then sat on his lap again.

"James?" You gently put your hand on his face.

"Mm." Bucky finally opened his eyes, and you have never seen him in this condition: sleepy, relaxed, with a tiny, lazy smile on his face. "Can’t believe that you just did it, doll. It was better than any sex that I’ve had in my life." He leaned into your touch. Bucky grabbed your face and dragged you closer until you two connected in a kiss, and he could taste himself on your tongue.

"I’m glad you liked it."

"Liked? Doll, you almost sucked my soul out." He chuckled. "Now I have to pay back." Suddenly, one warm and one cold hand were under your pajama shorts.

"Not today, baby. You’re tired. Would you stay for a night?" You bumped your nose with his, leaving light and short kisses on his lips.

"Of course, doll."

[feyhunter78]

Lab Partners

(Image taken from Pinterest, I believe the artist is teletwobees) More Nerd!Miguel here

Also, plz feel free to ask me about college/nerd!miguel bc he is in my thoughts now

Regret, that’s what you’re feeling as you bury your face in your arms, the lab table cool against your skin. You should’ve brought a jacket, but you didn’t have time, just raced out of your apartment to your car in leggings and a t-shirt with your letters printed across the back in purple and white bubble letters.

“Y/N are—are you okay?” Miguel’s voice is soft, the sound of his chair scraping against the floor not as soft, your head aching, pain piercing through your brain at the noise.

Your stomach rumbles and a wave of fatigue washes over you as you lift your head to look at him. “Got dragged to the bar last night.”

He’s wearing a soft looking, long sleeve dark blue shirt, the sleeves pushed up exposing his forearms, his glasses flecked with raindrops, his hair is tousled and slightly damp curling slightly at the ends.

“On a Thursday night?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowing as he unpacks the lab equipment.

“It’s the night everyone goes out, I don’t know why, and I hate it.” You whine, massaging your temples.

Miguel’s large warm hand presses against your forehead, and you startle for a moment, causing him to jolt back, stuttering apologies.

“I—I just wanted to make sure you weren’t sick.” He says, a light dusting of pink across his tanned cheekbones.

He’s got great cheekbones, really, he’s got great everything. Maybe it’s just the hangover talking, but you really want to kiss him. Well, you’ve wanted to kiss him since he sat next to you on the first day of class. And when he slid his notes over to you the month after when he saw you struggling to keep up with the professor’s supersonic lecturing speed.

“I mean, a hangover is a kind of sickness, I’m pretty sure.” You say, your own face burning, but you can’t tell if it from his touch or the hangover.

“Don’t they say to drink something for a hangover? A Bloody Mary or a mimosa? I heard the café off campus sells them until noon.” He suggests, nerves coloring his tone.

Is he trying to ask you out? No, he can’t be. He’s Miguel, the genius, shy and sweet, and definitely not interested in you, and your hectic, dramatic life with sisters you both love and hate depending on what week it is.

“Can’t drink in letters.” You tell him, fumbling for your water bottle and taking a long drink, your eyes fluttering closed as the cool water soothes your sore throat.

“Really?” He asks, and his eyes are on you when you open yours, lingering on your lips, then darting away.

“Yep, it’s like the number one rule for all sororities all across the U.S. movies always get it wrong, really pisses me off.” You grumble, putting your water bottle back in your bag and trying to muster the energy to focus on the assignment in front of you.

“Interesting.” Miguel says, taking his glasses off and cleaning them with the hem of his shirt.

Like an absolute pervert, your eyes shoot down to the exposed sliver of skin. Tanned and toned, you swallow hard as you rip your eyes away.

“Yep, Hollywood, they always try to make us look like drunk sluts. And look, I may be drunk occasionally, but I’m not a slut.”

Miguel’s eyes widen and he shakes his head. “I would never call you that—never think you were one, ever.”

You smile and pat his shoulder. “I know, Miguel, you’re too sweet for that.” You can’t help but let your hand drag down to his bicep, his stupidly firm bicep. “My sweet boy.”

His glasses clatter onto the lab table and Miguel scrambles to pick them up, slipping them back on. “Did you get to finish your assignment yet?”

You screw your eyes closed, swearing under your breath. “That’s what I forgot.”

“It’s due tomorrow.” He reminds you.

You nod and press the back of your hand to your forehead, willing your headache to recede. “Yes, yes, I know, I just shit, I totally forgot, and I’ve been so busy, we have this major philanthropy event coming up, and I’ve been up till two am all week helping paint the banner and I really don’t get anything we’re doing in here.”

You pause, sniffling, your eyes welling with tears, as you bite the inside of your cheek trying to keep from crying in the back of the lab.

“I could help you?” Miguel offers tentatively, fidgeting with his pen, his eyes darting between you and the table.

“Really? Miguel, that would be amazing.” You say, unable to resist the urge to lean over and wrap your arms around him.

He smells good, like expensive cologne, and old books.

You take a moment longer than necessary to pull back, basking in his warmth, in the way his strong arms wrap loosely around you before he gains the courage and crushes you to his chest.

“It’s no problem, why don’t we meet in the library around four? It looks like you’re almost done with it, so we shouldn’t be there for too long.” His voice low, calm, and warm vibrates in his chest, and you relax into his hold before pulling back and nodding.

“That would be perfect, thank you.” You beam at him, headache receding, the knot in your stomach unraveling, there’s something about him that’s so comforting, makes you feel safe.

He nods and focuses in on the PowerPoint the professor is going over. He looks so handsome, warm brown eyes flickering over the typed words, his broad shoulders still half turned towards you, his full lips parted ever so slightly as he mumbles to himself.

You rest your chin in your hand and watch him out of the corner of your eye, unable to keep from daydreaming about what it might be like to be his.

Miguel is going places, you know it. And you? You’ve always thought it might be fun to be a trophy wife, maybe Miguel needed a trophy wife?

You can see it now, standing next to him in a gorgeous red dress, your hand around his bicep as he accepts some award for genetics. You can almost feel his lips against yours as he thanks you for your support and dips you old movie style.

“Y/N I’ll see you at four, yeah?” Miguel’s voice pulls you from your daydreams. Class is over, you’ve taken zero notes, and he definitely caught you zoning out.

You nod, and quickly gather your things. “Yeah, yeah four, I’ll meet you there!”

(Also ummm I was in a sorority my entire time at college, so I am actually the expert and Hollywood gets everything soooo wrong it makes me legit angry😭)

Miguel TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps

[inmyicyworld]

Do you want me to help you?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: when you and Bucky stay at your place, things get hot pretty fast.

Words count: 2k.

Warnings: smut, Bucky gets his first blowjob, he’s insecure, and loud, a lot of pet names, swallowing.

Author’s note: i’m here again with a little one-shot to fulfill your dirty minds🩷

*English is not my first language, sorry if you find any mistakes*

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It was another Friday night when you invited Bucky to your place so you could order some food, watch movies, and cuddle under the blankets.

You and Bucky met almost six months ago at the coffee shop. You were walking in when someone suddenly bumped into you, and you ended up lying on the ground with a large coffee stain on your pink blouse. The man who caused this mess ended up being an Avenger. Sergeant Barnes, a former Winter Soldier, was really cute when he got all nervous and couldn’t stop apologizing for the situation. He said that he really needed to be somewhere else, so he took your number with a promise to pay you for everything and ran away, leaving you with shock and excitement bubbling in your body.

You were too stunned to speak, because not only was it an Avenger, but it was Bucky fucking Barnes—the person whose whole biography you willingly studied in school. He was much taller than you imagined and definitely more attractive. His apologies seemed to be really sincere, so you were just stupidly nodding while he was speaking. Bucky asked for your phone so he could call himself and have your number until he would have time to properly make amends.

Then you didn’t know that you had just met your future boyfriend.

Soon he called you and asked you to meet him at the cafe, and you agreed without any hesitation. He was too sweet for his own good, and that minidate was one of the best experiences that you’ve ever had.

Now, you don’t know how you ended up in this situation, but you were sitting on Bucky’s lap on your couch while the two of you were too lost in the kiss.

Of course, you have already kissed, but most of the time it wasn’t too rough or desperate. You knew that Bucky had hard times trusting people, so you didn’t push him with anything. You were happy just to be with him, and if he needed time to start touching you or have sex, it was okay.

But right now, something has changed. His hands were gripping your thighs, pushing you harder on his erection in the jeans. Bucky kissed you like a starving man; his tongue was in your mouth, and he had already bit your lower lip several times. You were so lost in the pleasure that you didn’t even notice that you started moving your body against his.

At that moment, he came to his senses, stopped your hips with his hands, and pulled out of the kiss, breathing heavily.

"What happened?" You asked while trying to catch your breath. "Was it too much?"

"I don’t know." He looked you in the eyes, and you saw that his own were much darker than usual. "It was too long ago, and I'm not sure that I’m ready right now." He looked down as if he were ashamed to say this.

"That’s okay, baby, I promise. We can go at your own pace. I didn’t have sex for some time too, so that’s okay." You smiled at him while your hand found a place on his stubbled cheeks.

"It’s not just a few years." He mumbled. 

"What?" 

"I haven’t had sex since I went to war." Silence fell on you while you were trying to process his words.

"Wait… really?" He nodded. 

"You know, while I was with HYDRA, I was busy with different… things. And after that, I was just trying to get back to a normal life."

"I see, but I really thought that you at least were with someone in Bucharest or in Wakanda."

"No. In Bucharest, it was unsafe to even go out in the streets, and in Wakanda, every woman was for me like a sister, you know? You are the first one who I wanted to know as more than a fri-Oh, shit!" He suddenly gasped. You just wanted to move a little bit, but instead, you accidentally touched his erection.

"Oh my God, I’m sorry!"

"T-that’s okay, just don’t move, please. It will disappear." Bucky threw his head back on the couch and closed his eyes tightly.

"Do… do you want me to help you?" You asked almost innocently. "I mean, we don’t have to have sex, but I can do other things to help your problem."

There was another awkward silence when Bucky opened his eyes and looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"You don’t have to do that. Really."

"What if I want to?" You moved closer to his face, almost touching his lips. "Would you let me take care of you?"

Bucky’s eyes were dark again, full of need and lust. Finally, he nodded slightly. You gave him another sweet kiss on the corner of his lips, and not wanting to waste any more time, you slipped from his lap onto the floor.

"Wait! You want to—you don’t have to—I mean– fuck." Bucky hid his face behind his hand from embarrassment. You act like a fucking child.

"Hey, baby. Talk to me. It’s okay." You put your hands on top of his, pulling them away. "What happened, James? You thought I meant to help you with my hands?"

"Mhm. I’ve never done this before." He mumbled something that you almost didn’t understand. Bucky's face was pink, so you put your hands on his burning cheeks to calm him down. "I’m sorry that I’m such a mess."

"You’re not a mess, Bucky. So you’ve never got a blowjob? Even before the war? I thought you were a ladies’ man." You asked gently.

"I was, but back in the day, it was hard to find a girl that would do it just because, you know? Sex was more available because blowjobs were more intimate, I guess. And I’ve never had real relationships, sooo." He just shrugged, feeling even more embarrassed.

"I understand. And that’s okay if you don't have experience in something. You don’t have to be ashamed, at least not before me. I still want to do this, if you don’t mind." Bucky nodded again before leaning closer to your face and kissing you with passion.

While you were kissing, your hands slipped from his face, running across his chest and abs, right to the bottom of his jeans. You pulled away from the kiss and pushed Bucky back onto the sofa. As soon as the pants were unbuttoned, he helped you pull his clothes lower, and you gasped.

His beautiful dick was standing right in front of your face. Hard, thick, with a vein from one side and pre-cum leacking from the tip. Honestly, you’ve never found them attractive, but it seemed like Bucky was perfect everywhere, so the sight before your eyes made your mouth water.

"Holy shit." You breathed out as your hand wrapped around him, and the fingers barely even touched each other. Your boyfriend’s body instantly tensed; he was not used to this kind of touch. You gave him a few strokes, seeing how his eyes rolled back in pleasure and a tiny moan escaped his mouth. "You know, that’s a shame that no one put this pretty cock in their mouth." You smiled as Bucky’s ears got pink from your praise. "Look at me."

As soon as he did as you told him, you looked directly into his eyes and licked him from the bottom to the top, swirling your tongue around the tip. The taste instantly filled you, and you slightly moaned, sending vibrations down Bucky’s body.

He tried to hold himself together. He really did. But the sight of you on your knees, looking him in the eyes with his cock in your mouth, He completely lost it and let out the loudest moan that he had ever made. Both metal and flesh gripped the sides of the couch, but the pleasure was too intense, and he was overwhelmed.

You started moving your head up and down, still looking Bucky in the eyes. The tip of his dick met your throat, but there were still a few inches left.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Y/N, holy shit!" He whined and threw his head back.

You let him slip out of your mouth with a loud ‘pop’ and started stroking him with a hand, using the mixture of your saliva and Bucky’s pre-cum to make it easier.

"Put your hand on my head, baby. Do whatever you want." Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, but then his right hand fell on top of your head and made a messy ponytail. You smiled and put your lips back on his dick, gently licking and sucking the tip. The hand on your head slightly pushed you down, and you allowed Bucky to control you.

He slipped back into your mouth until his head touched the back of your throat. You started moving on your own, but Bucky’s hand was still tightly holding your hair as he was showing you the pace that he liked. Your eyes were watering, and saliva was dripping down your chin, but you didn’t care about it when your boyfriend was such a mess.

Bucky’s eyes were partly closed as he was trying to look at the beautiful view before him. Your pretty lips were wrapped around his cock, and it was probably the hottest thing that he had ever seen. He couldn’t hold back the small moans escaping his mouth because it was too good—feeling your warm and wet mouth around him. He tried not to push you too hard, but from time to time his grip tightened and his hips moved by themselves, making you choke.

"Doll." Bucky moaned. "Please, baby, I’m so close, oh my– fuck." He instantly pushed you lower, but you didn’t seem to mind. Instead, you moaned around his cock, lifting your free hand on his torso under the shirt. You felt that his body was tense, and the muscles under your fingers were trembling. You knew that Bucky was close, so you ran your nails over the hot and soft skin. "Doll– doll, you should move. I’ll cum– fuck, please." Bucky whined and tried to take you off of him, but you didn’t let him and instead swirled your tongue around him.

You felt it before it happened: Bucky’s body tensed, his cock twitched, and a loud moan filled the room. In a second, your mouth was filled with a warm, a little bit salty, and a little bit sweet seed. You moaned at the taste, still sucking his dick until you knew that he had completely finished, and only then swallowed every single drop.

Bucky’s hand fell out of your hair on the sofa near him, and he was sitting there almost senseless with heavy breathing and closed eyes. You helped Bucky put himself back into pants and then sat on his lap again.

"James?" You gently put your hand on his face.

"Mm." Bucky finally opened his eyes, and you have never seen him in this condition: sleepy, relaxed, with a tiny, lazy smile on his face. "Can’t believe that you just did it, doll. It was better than any sex that I’ve had in my life." He leaned into your touch. Bucky grabbed your face and dragged you closer until you two connected in a kiss, and he could taste himself on your tongue.

"I’m glad you liked it."

"Liked? Doll, you almost sucked my soul out." He chuckled. "Now I have to pay back." Suddenly, one warm and one cold hand were under your pajama shorts.

"Not today, baby. You’re tired. Would you stay for a night?" You bumped your nose with his, leaving light and short kisses on his lips.

"Of course, doll."

[muddy-water-1997]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗

𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢! 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎

𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢- 𝙹𝚈𝙿 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎.

𝚃𝚆: 𝙹𝚈𝙿 (𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢), 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘. 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2.6𝚔 3𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙰 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ~ 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ~ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 ~ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

"...But, Dad! Mia and Kat are going backpacking in Australia! We've planned everything down to the last detail. This is my final summer of freedom before I have to face the real world and do something with my degree. Please, please let me go with them!"

You could feel the desperation rising within you, fighting to keep your voice steady and your dignity intact. If you weren't holding on so tightly to the last of your composure, you'd drop to your knees, hands clasped, pleading with every ounce of your being for your dad to relent. You had been saving up all year for this trip, meticulously planning it with your friends. This was supposed to be your ultimate adventure, your last carefree summer before the corporate grind pulled you into its relentless grasp.

"I promised your uncle you'd intern with him this summer," your dad countered, exasperation evident in his tone. "Do you know how many people would kill for this opportunity?"

He wasn't wrong. An internship at JYPE was a golden ticket, especially for someone passionate about K-Pop. Your dream of producing and writing music made this opportunity seem perfect. But being the niece of someone as prominent as JY Park had dulled the allure. To you, it was a business, not the glamorous world others saw. Numbers, idols, money – that was the reality.

"I don’t want to produce K-Pop," you argued, trying not to sound bad-tempered. "I want to forge my path, create my music, not get trapped in a massive conglomerate that treats its idols poorly." You had barely interacted with your uncle, only seeing him a handful of times during holidays, but his media persona had shaped your opinion.

"You’re staying with your Uncle Park, Y/N. End of discussion." Your father's tone was final, the conversation over before it began.

You had argued relentlessly for the past couple of months, but now here you were, on a plane—and it wasn't headed for Australia as you had hoped. Instead, you were in business class on a direct flight to Seoul, Korea. Bitterness towards your uncle simmered within you, but even you had to admit, business class was a pretty persuasive gesture.

You didn’t grow up wealthy like your uncle's side of the family. You worked hard, enduring stupidly long hours while studying, watching your cousins flaunt their carefree lifestyles on social media, oblivious to the meaning of hard work. It was infuriating. Your disdain for idols might have stemmed from this stark contrast or perhaps the knowledge that while idols worked incredibly hard to get where they were, many acted entitled and aloof. None had ever been pleasant to you—at least, not until they learned who your uncle was. Then, suddenly, you were the most fascinating person in the room. The hypocrisy was maddening.

As the plane soared through the sky, you couldn't help but reflect on the irony of it all. Your friends were probably already packing for their grand adventure in Australia while you were whisked away to a world you wanted no part of. This internship at JYPE was supposed to be a dream opportunity, but it felt like a gilded cage to you. Your uncle and his family represented everything you despised: privilege without effort, glamour without substance.

Either way, with headphones in and complimentary champagne, you might as well embrace this life while no one is watching.

Landing in Korea for the first time since you were little felt surreal. As you navigated the bustling airport, dragging your suitcases behind you, you scanned the sea of drivers holding signs. It wasn’t long before you spotted a tall man in a cap and a JYPE-branded suit holding a sign with your name in both English and Hangul. If anything could cause a scene, it was this. You pulled your cap lower over your eyes, praying no one would cause a scene at the sight of a JYPE driver.

The driver kindly loaded your bags into the back of the car, and you awkwardly thanked him with your limited Korean before climbing into the back seat.

"Your uncle has asked me to bring you to the building," the driver informed you as he started the car. Of course, your uncle would put you straight to work. There was no escape from this.

You pulled your phone out of your handbag, quickly texted your dad that you had landed safely, and checked in on Mia and Kat. They were just boarding their flight to Australia, and a wave of jealousy washed over you. They were thrilled for you; an opportunity like this was a dream for them. You had even begged them to switch places with you and let you have the carefree summer you deserved. But they had politely declined, eager for their adventure backpacking across Australia. Not that you could blame them.

As the car navigated through the busy streets of Seoul, you couldn't help but feel excitement and dread. The city was vibrant and full of life, contrasting your conflicted emotions. This summer was supposed to be about freedom and adventure, not corporate internships and family obligations. Yet, here you were, heading straight into the heart of the world you had been trying to avoid.

“There’s my niece!” your uncle greeted you with a booming voice as you walked into his office on the top floor of the extravagantly modern building.

“Uncle,” you replied with a polite smile, masking your true feelings. “It looks like things have really stepped up since I last visited.” You glanced around the expansive office, the floor-to-ceiling glass offering a stunning view of Seoul.

“I’m going up in the world,” he gloated, his self-satisfaction palpable. “All of this could be yours one day, Y/N. That degree could be useful in a place like this.” You scoffed internally as if he’d offer you the company over his children.

“A dream, I’m sure,” you retorted, sarcasm lacing your words. Your uncle, too absorbed in his monologue, didn’t seem to notice.

“You’ll meet the production team today during your tour, and then I’m gathering a few idols this evening for a party at one of the local clubs. It’s a great way for you to mingle with your new colleagues…” He continued enthusiastically. The thought of mingling was bad enough, but a club full of idols? Your worst nightmare.

“Respectfully, Uncle, I’ve just been on a long-haul flight, and I have no idea where my accommodation is. I need a shower. Do I really need to attend a party full of… idols? I’d be happy to skip it.” You kept your tone as disinterested as possible, hoping he wouldn’t push further.

“No way! You’re not missing a party like this! It’s one of my specialities, and I planned it specifically for after your arrival so you could attend. If you’re going to experience the idol lifestyle, you might as well do it in style.” He flared his hands dramatically as if trying to add flair to the ordeal he was dragging you into.

“Uncle, I’m not becoming an idol. I’m here for music production. That’s my passion,” you stated firmly.

“Well, look at 3racha. They do both,” he countered, and you couldn’t help but groan in response.

Stray Kids. The latest group to be moulded under your uncle's strict regime. When you first heard of 3racha, you were impressed—three young guys producing their own music, carving their own path. It was a refreshing change from the other groups that came and went through your uncle’s company. But it wasn’t long before they were assimilated, transformed into a group of eight, adopting the idol mindset. It was disheartening, really.

“Either way, they’ll be there tonight,” Your uncle continued his speech. “You could learn a lot from 3racha; try and mingle with them.” There it was, the mingle word again. It made your skin crawl. Before you could retort, your uncle was at the office's door, motioning you to follow him to tour the rest of the company building. 

Arriving at your accommodation, you had a moment to reflect. Despite your disdain for the company, you couldn’t deny the impressive level of their equipment. The studios were filled with gear you had only read about in coursework books. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to get your hands on it. That was a task for Monday. For now, your primary focus was fighting off jet lag and preparing for this ridiculous party. You figured you could show your face for an hour and wait for your uncle to get so absorbed in himself that he wouldn't notice you slipping out.

What do you even wear to an event like this? You could already guess that the idols would be dressed in high-end brands that would take years to afford. You opened your suitcases, pulling out garment after garment, searching for anything suitable. Nothing. Despite having a rich and famous uncle, he hadn’t even splurged on an outfit for you? You’d have to deal with that after a shower. Feeling grimy after the long flight, you only wanted to feel the warm water washing away the travel fatigue.

After a blissful shower, you stepped out, threw on your robe, and began towel-drying your hair. A knock at the door startled you, and you hurried to open it.

“A delivery from Mr. Park,” the voice announced from the other side. You opened the door slowly to find the suited man from earlier handing you a black garment bag with a zip-up front. He bowed and walked away silently. You shut the door, staring at the bag in confusion. Maybe your uncle did get you a dress?

You rushed to the bedroom, hanging the bag on the wardrobe and unzipping it slowly, praying the outfit wasn’t hideous. To your surprise, the bag contained a beautiful floor-length black dress with an elegant tie at the back. It looked and felt too expensive for your body, but if you were going to embrace the night “like an idol,” you might as well do it on your uncle's dime.

Dressed to impress, you took a final look in the mirror. The dress fit perfectly, accentuating your figure with a sophisticated flair. Maybe this night wouldn’t be so bad after all. If nothing else, at least you’d look the part.

As expected, the venue was massive and overflowing with the Korean elite. Idols, producers, brands, and executives mingled inside, outside, and everywhere in between. The kind driver from earlier had dropped you off, and you headed into the venue, presenting your invite to the lady at the entrance. Stepping inside was overwhelming; the language barrier was one thing, but the sheer number of people was another. You reminded yourself that this was for your career; you'd need to navigate situations like this in the future. This was just practice.

You felt the weight of countless eyes on you, the unfamiliar girl walking through a sea of people who seemed to know each other well. You searched for your uncle but couldn't find him. He was likely caught up with some business person trying to secure more cash. The bar seemed like a safe haven, so you headed over and ordered a drink from the open bar. Free drinks? It could get messy.

Taking in the sights around you, you were reminded of how much you truly hated idol culture. Everyone acted like they were better than each other, obsessed with who would debut first or sell more albums. Whatever happened to the passion for just creating music? You sighed, sipping your drink and checking your watch—had it been an hour yet?

“Not really all they're made out to be?” A voice spoke from behind you. English? An Australian accent?

“Only thirty minutes before I can make my escape,” you responded without turning around.

“A free bar, and you want to leave?” The man chuckled. “That’s not very trainee behavior of you.” He scoffed. You turned to face him with a confused look. He looked oddly familiar, definitely one of your uncle's idols.

“Me? A trainee? Try again,” you scoffed back. “As if I would ever put myself in a situation like that.” You rolled your eyes, returning to your drink.

“Ouch,” the man said, faking as if a bullet had hit him in the chest. “No offense taken.” He laughed it off. “If you’re not a trainee, what are you doing in a place like this?”

“I’m interning for my…” You caught yourself not wanting to reveal your relation to JYP. “Interning for the production department,” you finished, forcing a smile onto your face.

“A foreigner interning in production? Interesting.” The man’s tone was questioning. “You must be talented to beat the competition over here.” He nudged you. Why was he being so nice?

“I think I have talent,” you confessed. “K-Pop wouldn’t be my first choice, but it's a start.” You shrugged.

“We’ll probably be seeing more of each other then… what was your name?” he asked, hand outstretched.

“Y/N.” You couldn’t help but smile; he seemed nice. He didn’t have the self-centred air of an idol. He must work in the production studio.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Chris,” he said with a warm smile.

Chris. A nice, average Australian guy you’d be working with in production. Maybe this internship wouldn’t be too bad after all.

You spent the rest of the night with Chris, discussing production techniques and your mutual love for creating music. It was refreshing to talk to someone who shared your passion and seemed to have actual experience in the field. Hours passed, and you still hadn’t seen your uncle—a lucky escape, it seemed, now that you were flying under the radar.

As the evening wore on, you decided not to push your luck. You quickly exchanged numbers with your new coworker, feeling proud to have avoided all the idols and their inevitable drama. With a sense of accomplishment, you made your way to the exit and headed for the taxi rank.

Climbing into the cab's back seat, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. The night had turned out much better than expected. Chris was a promising connection, someone who understood the industry from the ground up, and you were excited to start working with him.

Chris: ‘It was nice to speak to you tonight. I’ll see you on Monday! 🙂’

You locked your phone, smiling at the message. It might be a hot girl summer, after all.

It was a rush getting up and ready for work on Monday. The only things propelling you out of bed were the excitement of playing with top-notch equipment and the possibility of seeing Chris. You’d been texting on and off all weekend, exchanging production tips and the odd flirty message. Having a friend in such a big city was a comfort, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive.

You hurried to your uncle’s office, breathless, as you adjusted your outfit and stepped through the doors.

“Sorry I’m late, Uncle… jetlag,” you tried to explain between breaths.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re here!” he called you over to the seating area in the corner of the room. “I brought up some people I’d like you to meet,” he said as you walked over.

“Y/N, this is 3RACHA: Han Jinsung, Seo Changbin, and Bang Chan. Guys, this is my niece, Y/N,” your uncle introduced you.

Your face dropped as you locked eyes with Bang Chan. Well, Chris.

“Bang Chan?”

“Niece!?”

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾? 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾! 𝖬𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌! 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍? 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝖬!

[cheeriecherrymain]

hii! since requests are open and all, do you have any thoughts about jayce walking in on viktor and the reader doing the deed?? i JUST cant stop thinking about it, would viktor be possessive, trying to cover you up with his own body or just straight up embarrassed. NOT TO MENTION jayce would be so fucking awkward about it and do something completely dumb like give a thumbs up after covering his eyes and apologizing jddbbdbdnskdbd

I accidentally made this way too horny

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Viktor x fem!Reader (MSFW)(18+)

Tags: Viktor being a bit of a bully | Viktor calling you a slut (affectionate) | messy sex | p in v| v fingering | getting walked in on and Viktor does not give a shit

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-It’s not often that the two of you find yourselves busy enough for a long enough time that you end up getting handsy in the lab. Viktor, for one, is far more content to lay you out in the privacy of your own home and have his way with you, ravishing you until you’re breathlessly begging for him to stop. Or give you more.

-But that night is a…special occasion, of sorts. It’s the busiest month of the year, for starters - finishing off all kinds of projects in preparation for presentation, hoping to gain at least a couple of sponsors to keep HexTech going for the next year.

-You’re no stranger to the stress your boyfriend is under, having kept him company through the years while you gently tried to care for him and Jayce. You’d only been friends back then, though.

-This year, you’re officially dating.

-Which means you wanted to do something extra special for him, to help him relax.

-And that just happened to be in the form of soft, sexy lingerie, hidden beneath one of your shortest, tightest skirts, and a loose, unbuttoned blouse. It was an outfit you’d caught Viktor ogling you in many times, even before you made it official. His gaze would often wander down your neck, trailing over every inch of exposed skin, down to where the edge of your bra just barely peeked out.

-It had been quite late when you’d shown up to the lab, late enough that even Jayce had thrown in the towel for the night and gone home to rest. Which was perfect for the plan you had in mind.

-Viktor had been distracted when you’d walked in, and you’d gotten all the way over to his desk before he finally took notice of your outfit.

- “You’re trying to kill me,” he groaned, collapsing back in his chair, running a hand down his face while he unabashedly took you apart with his eyes. “What are you hoping to get from me, miláček? Are you trying to bribe me into going home with you?”

-He reaches for you, then, his hands finding purchase on the soft of your hips, pulling you closer and closer until you’re nearly in his lap.

- “You know I can’t resist you when you dress in such slutty clothes,” he sighs, acting as though he’s entirely put-upon by your presence, and not stupidly turned on. As if you can’t see the obvious strain in his trousers.

-He pushes you back against his desk, rucking your skirt up in the process. The moment he sees what kind of undergarments you’ve got hiding, he nearly growls, sending a little thrill of excitement to your core.

-He pretty much bullies you out of your clothing, then, popping buttons viciously and shoving fabric aside, leaving most of them discarded carelessly on the floor. He teases you in a manner you might honestly consider a little bit mean, had you not been entirely prepared and hoping for this kind of reaction.

-He leaves bite marks wherever he can, little indents that you know will be tender in a couple of hours when he’s had his way with you. Teasing you with the soft lave of his tongue, only to make you squeak when the sharp of his teeth press into you.

-He slides his thumb over the obvious wet spot on your panties, briefly catching on your puffy clit. And when you jump slightly, whining at the sudden spark of pleasure, he decides, once again, to be a little bit cruel. Pressing down to rub hard, fast circles against you, making you gasp out and tremble beneath the sudden onslaught.

-So harsh it nearly spurs you into overstimulation, as more slick, sticky fluid drools out of you.

- “Look at you,” he mutters, finally slowing his ministrations to allow you to catch your breath. His hands find your hips again, quickly spinning you around to face away from him, sandwiching you between his body and the desk.

-You know what he wants.

-But…you want to hear him say it.

- “Hands on the desk,” he hisses, pushing gently down between your shoulder blades, until you’re sufficiently bent over. “And don’t move until I tell you to. Don’t come, either, or you’ll be leaving here unsatisfied.”

-You can’t help the whine that escapes your lips, arching your back and spreading your legs just a little wider.

-His demeanor changes, then, going from demanding to something sweeter. At least on the surface.

-He finds a seat back in his chair, and wastes no time yanking your ruined panties down your legs, not quite caring enough to fully discard them. He strokes a thumb through your slippery folds, dipping both the left and right into your drenched hole, pulling them apart to spread you open as wide as he can.

-You know he can see you clenching around nothing, leaking and dripping and trembling beneath his touch.

- “Look at you,” he sighs dreamily. “You’re so desperate to be filled up. I bet you’ve been planning this all day, haven’t you? Come up with your little scheme to come and visit me looking all pretty, hoping I’ll give in and fuck your slutty little cunt.”

-He pulls his thumbs out of you before you can reply, and brings his palm down on the meat of your ass, earning him a soft cry. He’s quick to soothe the area, kneading your warm flesh, before repeating the process again.

-It’s a punishment, you know, for disturbing him, for being irresistible and insatiable. It’s because he’s frustrated with work, and needs to take it out on someone. You knew full well what you’d be getting into this evening, and despite the fact that you’re about to start begging him to let you come, you’re happy.

-He loves you so well, and it’s a treat getting to witness him lose a little bit of his usual control.

-Your ass is glowing hot by the end of it, so much that you’re positive you’re going to be sitting funny for a couple of days. He’s four fingers deep in your slick pussy, spreading you impossibly wide yet still not giving you exactly what you want. He knows what you want, and no matter how much you whine and plead, he’ll only give it to you when it suits him.

- “Please, Viktor-” Another harsh slap to your ass. “Sir, please! Please fuck me - I want to come, I want to come on your cock. I’ve been good today, I-”

-He curls his fingers just so within you, and you can’t help the involuntary squeal that erupts from your throat. Your legs have long since given out, leaving you weak and pliable on the desk, not even able to close them in protest.

- “Sir please,” you beg, on the verge of sobbing. “I want- I only want to come with you inside me- please-”

-And like the bastard he is, he only crooks his fingers again, and again, and again. Filling the lab with the obscene sounds of him bullying your soaked cunt, hellbent on making you come despite that fact that he’d distinctly told you not to. He doesn’t care about the mess gathering on the floor between your legs, he doesn’t care that anyone out in the hallway would undoubtedly be able to hear your desperate noises.

- “But, I am inside you, no?” he quips watching in amusement as your whole body tremors under his ministrations. “Or are my fingers not enough for you? Are you that much of a whore that you can only come on my cock?”

-You dig your nails into the polished wood of the desk, so harshly that you leave little divots in the material. Tears budding in the corners of your eyes, threatening to tumble down your cheeks.

- “Please,” you sob, breathless, “Viktor please fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I need you to fill me up and use me, I need to make you feel good-”

-The air is tense between the two of you, as he rises to his feet and starts fumbling with the button on his trousers. You wonder for a second if you’ve made him mad with all your incessant begging, if he’s going to reprimand you for demanding so much of him.

-But then, his lips meet the small of your back, leaving a trail of kisses up the curve of your spine, all the way to your neck, where he presses an entire slew against your shoulders and cheek.

- “You do make me feel good, drahý,” he promises you tenderly, finally shoving his slacks down just enough to free himself from their confines. “You make me feel divine, with your love, and your support, and your unyielding kindness.”

-He slides the blunt head of his cock through your folds a couple times. “And, of course,” he tacks on, “You let me fuck you however I please. Whatever hole I want, whenever I want, you’re always ready to please.”

-You cry out, when he finally starts pushing into you, spreading you even wider than his fingers had. Slowly, slowly, easing his way deeper and deeper.

- He swears a little bit in his native tongue, words you don’t quite remember the meaning of, but that you’ve definitely heard before. Muttered while he works, hissed behind the back of snotty sponsors, whispered into the curve of your neck whenever he makes love to you.

- “You’re a treat,” he groans, finally bottoming out inside you. “So beautiful, perfect, hot and wet around me. Incredible.” He keeps you like that for a couple of seconds, simply savouring the way you feel, the way you squirm and clench and drip for him.

-But it’s not long before he starts moving. Tentative, shallow thrusts, easing you into it as to not overwhelm you just yet. His hands find your hips again, keeping you steady while he rolls against you. Gently, sweetly.

-Until some little noise you make flips the switch inside him again. He decides you’re sufficiently prepared, and his thrusts get harder. Faster, more precise. Stretching you impossibly deep, almost punching the air out of your lungs each time his hips meet the curve of your ass.

-It doesn’t take long until you’re strung out on the edge, so close to orgasm yet not daring to let yourself tumble over. Not without his permission, and not before he finds his own release.

- “Viktor,” you cry, limp on the desk while he takes his pleasure from you, using your pussy like some delicious little fuck toy. “I want you to fill me up,” you beg, “please, I want you to come inside. Come for me, I want to feel you-”

-His fingernails dig into the meat of your hips, leaving little crescents in your skin. You know he’s close, if his silence is anything to go by. Too far gone to form a coherent thought, too focused on chasing his pleasure to speak, only able to reply with a clenched jaw and a growl.

-And then, he stops.

-And too late, you realize why.

-You glance over at the sound of a door squeaking, only to lock eyes with none other than Jayce, one of your dearest friends and the work partner of your boyfriend, and oh god he just walk in on you guys-

- “I am so sorry!” he nearly shouts, staring for half a second too long before he finally realizes he should cover his eyes. “I- I just came back for- I left my notebook- I’m sorry!”

-He’s out of the room just as quickly as he’d entered, shutting the door loudly as he goes, retreating briskly back down the hallway from whence he came. You can’t help but stare at the spot where he’d just been, mortification slowly seeping into your very core.

-God, how were you ever going to look him in the eye again? 

-How were you going to be able to keep any kind of professional relationship??

-And oh god, what about Viktor??? He’d just been caught balls-deep inside of you.

- “Of all the times for the mood to die,” you groan, letting your cheek rest on the cool surface of the desk. You fully expect your boyfriend to agree, to tentatively pull out of you, and for the two of you to get cleaned up and try again another day.

-And he does pull out. Briefly.

-Before shocking a gasp past your lips as he thrusts back in. Gripping your hips even harder than before, yanking your body back towards him each time his hips come forward. You’re embarrassed - you’re confused - you’re about to come.

- “Viktor,” you warn, only for him to lean forward, just enough for him to start rubbing small, fast circles over your clit with the pad of his finger. 

- “Come for me, milý,” he says, begs, “Make a mess for me, let me feel you come.”

-And how can you refuse?

[stxrshxpxd]

“i know a place”

pairing: jim halpert x reader

word count: 700

warnings: smutty vibes but not smut

prompt: jim and reader can’t keep their hands off each other for long and need to sneak out of a meeting

Jim’s fingers were on the edge of my thigh as he sat next to me in the conference room, his fingertips mindlessly tapping away and making it impossible for me to focus on whatever nonsensical thing Michael was going on about at the front of the room. I was too busy juggling the buzzing lust and the worrying thoughts that someone might spot Jim’s hand.

We weren’t doing anything wrong at all. We just hadn’t told anyone, as we knew exactly what this office was capable of with information as juicy as this. We had been dating for about a month now and I couldn’t explain it but there was something exciting about the whole thing being a secret. That was probably something I would have to take up with a therapist. Anyhow, Jim’s fingers had begun rubbing the side of my thigh now. I glanced at the stupidly charming smirk on his lips as he stared straight ahead. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Excuse yourself in a few minutes. I need to touch more of you,” he suddenly whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. It made my whole body run hot under my sweater and my mind clouded quickly.

“Hey, is that something you wanna share with the rest of the class, James Halpert?” Michael interrupted my racing thoughts with a silly voice and Jim’s fingers snapped away from me in an instant as several gazes landed on us.

“Preferably not,” he responded and I swallowed a giggle. “Although! I would like to say that I have a really important call with a client scheduled soon, so I will have to step away for about ten minutes-“

I kicked his calf softly.

“Twenty minutes,” he corrected and I held in another giggle.

“Fine, fine,” Michael nodded and waved him away. “But have a think about what we were talking about here.”

“Absolutely,” Jim answered, halfway out of the room, in that tone that I knew meant he had not listened at all since being called in here.

"Attaboy!”

“Actually, I need to use the bathroom,” I interjected, eagerly hopping out to sit on the edge of my seat and raising an arm. It was perhaps a little alarming that it made me so deeply desperate to follow him when I saw Jim turn a corner and disappear. But we seemed to have a hard time keeping our hands off each other for long.

“Alright,” Michael nodded again and in an instant I slipped out of the conference room, very aware that I was heading in the opposite direction to the toilets.

As I turned the corner towards the exit, Jim’s hands engulfed my ribcage instantly and swung my body around, pressing my back against the window to Michael’s office and suffocating my gasp with a kiss.

“Couldn’t stay away from me for long, could you?” he muttered between wet kisses. I melted at the feeling of his large hands pressing into my waist and holding me firmly against the wall.

“You’re the one that keeps touching me and whispering dirty things,” I laughed into Jim’s ear as he had begun kissing my neck now. His scent was filling me up and his soft locks tickling my skin.

“You love it,” he mumbled, smirking, and I couldn’t argue.

Jim’s hands quickly found their way under my sweater and he squeezed my waist again while rushing to kneel down and attach his lips to the center of my stomach.

“Jim,” I laughed, pushing my hands through his fluffy hair and he looked up with his big, sweet eyes.

“What?” he whispered back playfully and planted another few wet kisses down my core.

“We can’t do this here,” I giggled, twirling my fingers around in his locks.

“You seemed up for it before,” he teased, running his bottom lip along the edge of my jeans.

“Not here.”

I pulled him up to stand and placed a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“But I know a place,” I whispered and secured my hand around Jim’s wrist, pulling him with me through the exit.

[dairy-farmer]

Clark has had his eyes on Tim for ages, but Batman would have made him regret being born for putting his hands on Timmy. The kid was also really close to his younger clone with super-senses which was awkward and would have made it impossible to go undiscovered for long.

When Kon and Bruce are "dead" and out of the way he sees his chance though. Dick trusts Clark and is too busy with Damian to suspect him of exploiting Tim's grief.

Now Clark just has to find some way to get him off of birth control and do some sleight of hand with the condoms so he can lock this down

😍😍😍😍 clark waiting for an opportunity because bruce is a vigilant guardian who keeps a close eye on tim. clark suspects that he may be subconsciously sensing clark's interest in him and is trying to keep him close as a result. and even when he's not around kon is. and clark knows that kon would rat on him, that he'd bring it up to someone whether he realized clark's intents or not.

clark can't help the interest he feels in tim, it would be easier if he didn't but he is. the soft curve of his jaw, his hair, his sweet eyes and soft looking mouth. tim bears a striking resemblance to a young lana, the one clark recalled from childhood that was still sweet and gentle with him. it saddened him that so many things from his childhood had grown older, bitter, and disenchanted. smallville was slowly losing the battle to big agriculture. only 4 of the original family owned farms remained, lana's mother and uncle had both ended up selling their land after a bad crop season put them deeper in debt to one of the predatory seed companies that had swept into town.

smallville was being sucked dry and much of clark's childhood with it. clark's marriage and relationship wasn't as smooth as when he and lois had just been dating and clark was feeling so much pressure from everywhere in his life.

and then he'd seen tim. so dolllike and sweet. and the way him and kon played was so much like how clark had played with lana and...it had just made him want. he'd wanted to feel tim, to touch him and fuck him. he'd felt a desire and hunger for him that he hadn't felt for anyone in so long.

and so could anyone blame him for taking the oppertunity when it was there. tim was teary and vulnerable and practically fell in clark's arms, desperate for distraction. and clark was kind and acted hesitant and unsure long enough to have deniability but then giving in. it's not hard to mess with tim's pills while he's asleep, passed out from how hard clark fucked him. clark already knows where he keeps them. and in the act its much easier. all it takes is a sewing needle clark stole from tim's sewing kit and a deft poke through the condom tim still offers him even while in a manic state.

kryptonians are stupidly fertile and clark just knows with the measures he's taken they will be enough to get what he wants. in a few months tim will be ashamed coming to him but clark will be welcoming and supportive as he offers to stay with tim. to do the right thing.

lois will be upset when clark explains to her that they'll need to seperate but deep down she'll know that its what she wants as well.

after that...well. the other bats can't hold it against clark forever. he's superman and he's trying to do the right thing after they both made a mistake together. maybe by the time the second kid comes around they'll have accepted that clark and tim are a thing, that they have sex and are making babies together.

so long as everything goes to plan it will be fine.

[illtakeyoutowonderland]

I can see you

Modern!Aemond x Reader A/N: This will probably be a series

Summary: You meet the Targaryean brothers at one of your new jobs parties

It was the first big event at the new company you were working on you had assisted. A big End of The Year kind of party, even though, for you, it had been no more than five months, but it was already December. You had moved from your own city to this new one, leaving it all behind, not looking back. It was rough, but necessary for you. You had applied to various jobs looking for the perfect opportunity, and excuse, to leave and it all had worked out. You were happy with your new job and your little new apartment. Except for this moment when you were cursing for putting yourself into a pair of high heels that you were so not used to walk in, let alone stand up for a few long hours

"Stop it!" Kate whispered to your ear as you switch you weight from one foot to the other, groaning in pain. You were feeling extremely uncomfortable and your feet were killing you "Focus on the handsome men talking and you'll forget your pain" She said cheekily as she pointed to the stage. Of course this parties had speeches. You know, the ones where the high ranks and CEO´s of the company talk about hard work and how amazing it is to work with them. Those speeches. 

"Who are they again?" You asked your friend. This time, not only your own bosses were on stage but another whole family stood on the spotlight. They didn't work in your company, apparently they were just guests? It was all so weird

"They are the Targaryen's" She explained. Apparently they were a whole family of lawers, very well known in the business. Complete strangers to you "The blonde man talking now is Viserys, the father. And that's Alicent, his wife. Then you have Aegon, Aemond and Helaena" She said pointing to the blonde trio that looked as if they were rather be in any other place in the world but there.

"What kind of names are those?" You snorted already forgetting them as your friend shrugged

"The kind I wouldn't mind to see in my marriage licence" She grinned and you both laughed, grateful that the people around you started clapping so no one noticed the two of you. She explained to you how they came for a very long line of wealthy family "Stupidly rich" Were her exact words "Even if they all stop working today they will still have aough money for them and their own grandchildren" She said regarding the sibling's trio

"And why are they here? This is an audit and tax company. Don't they have their own legal or whatever company?"

"Yes, we have our own lawyers" She said as people started to leave the room to go back to the party "But Viserys is, conveniently, an extremly close friend to our own beloved CEO, so they get invited to every party. That and it works for both companies, you know? The give each other enough publicity and audience while being in contact with important clients"

"So this is a Marketing Campaign" You said socoffing "I'm sure that's a very warm friendship"

"That's how the world works, I guess" Kate grabbed a glass of wine, offering you another one but you declined and excused yourself to go to the lady's room. That's what they were calling them apparently

You were heading to the bathrooms, too focused on your own little world, you didn't noticed the voices at first until you reached the bathroom door "You are a disgrace to the family" You stopped in your tracks, you knew that voice, you just heard it. But the joyfull tone it had a few minutes ago was more than gone now. The raw, scoffing laugh of someone else was the only response "Oh, so you think this is funny?!" The man said raising his voice and you walked towards the corner trying to see who was yelling, blaming your curiosity on the expensive champagne you just had, you found a very angry Viserys Targaryean yelling at one of his sons. His back was turned to you, luckily, so he didn't see you. But his son did. What was his name again? Argon? Ergon? Eragon? "You will never get anywhere in life" Viserys said and you look at the older man in shock with his words. You knew this was not of your business, you should've left the seconds you heard their voices but you couldn't move, as if you were the one being scolded. You looked over to the young man again and found him looking at you, expressionless face you thought for a second but his big eyes were on the verge of tears "You are a dissapointment and that's all you will ever be!" Viserys said and took a step back turning around to leave and you knew you had to leave too, before he saw you. You were quick on your steps as you entered the bathroom and heard Visery's steps fade away. 

"What the fuck?" You whispered to yourself as you tried to process and decide if it was a good idea to check on his son or leave it be. You chose the second option "None of my bussiness" You said as you looked at yourself in the mirror after freshing you up and got out of the bathroom and looked for your friends

A couple of hours had passed, a few more glasses of champagne and wine, when you head towards the bathroom once amore time. Once outside again you welcomed the breeze of the night fresh air on your face as you looked to your left and saw a very lonley young Targaryean sitting on a bench on a dark corner, smoking. You weren't exactly drunk but your tipsy state obviously made you more brave as you sighed and accepted the fact that you couldn't just leave him alone without checking how he was

So you walked over there and sat next to him without a word. Half not knowing what to say and half realizing this was a weird thing to do for a stranger, you looked back to the party, focusing on the horizon. He looked at you for a few seconds in silence before he offered you a smoke "No, thank you" You said to him with a smile and the silence was back "I'm Y/N" You said after a few minutes

"Oh, I know" He said with a smirk on his face and you looked at him shocked "I saw you overhearing my conversation with my beloved father" He said in a slight mocking tone "Had to know who you were in case you decided to make his feelings go public. Damage control and stuff, you know? We are a very respectful and loving family after all" His tone was clearly sarcastic and you couldn't help but snort

"I noticed"

"You did..." He agreed but then continued "So, please, keep it to yourself? Apparently we have an image to maintain and I would love not to be publicly recongnized as the disapointment of the Targaryaen House. Not more than I already am" You didn't have to be a genius to recognize the sadness in his voice. He truly believed every word his father had said to him

"Oh, I'm sorry to dissapoint you" You said as you turned to him "But the gossip is already all over My Space profile, can't back down now" You faked grimance and he let out a hard, genuine laugh at the mention of the old platform "Do not laugh, I have a fanbase to maintain" You said laughing as he laughed harder at your joke

"I'm sure you do. Haven't laugh this hard in a while" He said holding his stomach. It wasn't that funny honestly, your joke. You just figured he needed the excuse to laugh "But seriously, please do not post it on Twitter or whatever..."

"Couldn't even if I wanted to" You said to him "I don't have a Twitter account" You said shrugging

"Who doesn't have a Twitter account?!" He exclaimed, surprised at your comment "Let me guess, you are a TikTok Girl?"

"I am clearly and Insta Girl!" You said feigning being hurt as you signal yourself with your hands and he hold up his as a sign of surrender saying sorry "I do have TikTok though, even though I never posted any videos on it" You both laugh and the silence took over one more time

"I'm Aegon" He said after a few minutes and you looked at him "You probably knew that already, just thought I should introduce myself, too" He almost whipered 

"It's nice to meet you Aegon" You offered him a smile and he replied with one of his "And, honestly no. I'm new in town so I have absolutely no idea who more than half of the people here are" You said looking over to the party one more time "That includes you and your family I'm afraid"

"Huh... That's actually refreshing" He said more to himself than to you and then turned his whole body to you "Would you like to go somewhere else?"

"What... what do you mean?" You said surprised at the sudden change of subject

"I mean leave the party, we can grab my car and just go...?"

"Hey Aegon!" Someone called him and you both turned to see his brother looking very annoyed and walking to the pair of you "Come on, let's go"

"Dear brother! Don't be rude, I'm talking to my friend here" Aegon said pointing at you. Aemond looked at you from head to toe and rolled his eyes at his brother "Y/N this is Aemond, Aemond Y/N" He introduce the two of you with a big smile and you waved at Aemond not entirely sure how to react. He gave you a quick nod as he turned to Aegon again

"Come on. Hel and mom want to go home and I cannot deal with any other person or their dramas tonight" He said with a  heavy sigh turning to leave "You can ask for her number and flirt with her any other day"

"Oh, no no. We are not flirting" You said and stood up too fast puting distance between you and Aegon "I wasn't flirting"

"I know" Ageon calmly reassured you and looked at his brother "Told you she's a friend"

"Yeah, right" Aemond said with a scoff but Aegon hold his gaze "You always have someone new, how am I supposed to know you are not trying to get in her pants? Or skirt" He said looking over to your dress and you suddenly felt very very naked

"Aemond!" Aegon exclaimed as he stood up and face his brother "That is enough"

"Ok... I'm gonna go..." You said as you noticed this was, again, a family thing 

"Wait, Y/N" Aegon stopped you "I apologized for my brother" He said giving him a look but Aemond looked bored already "I wasn't trying anything with you, I swear"

"Listen, I just wanted to check on you after... you know" You didn't completed the sentence as you looked over at Aemond not sure if he was supposed to know, but that caght his attention as he turned to look at you "And you are fine, so I'm just gonna leave you two be"

"After what?" Aemond asked but neither of you responded "Aegon, after what? What happened?"

"Father gave me his usual uplifting speach a few hours ago" Aegon said shrugging "You know, the one where he explains in detail how I'm a disgrace to the family and a disappointment. She heard" He pointed at you and you avoided Aemond's gaze "Father is not being very careful on who notices his outbrusts, lately" Aegon finished as he lighted up another cigarette. He noticed the worry on his brother face "I already talk to her, she won't say a thing"

"I'll talk to him" Aemond said not looking at you, as you weren't even part of the conversation. Which made you question if you should intervine or not

"Don't" Aegon sternly said "We do not know how he would react, she could lose her job"

"Wait what...?"

"I don't care! He can't keep doing this..."

"Fuck you Aemond!" You said louder than expected as you walked up to him and both brothers turned to look at you "Fuck you, I do care. It is my job" You hold his gaze for a few seconds. Aemond was in shock you had insulted him while Aegon was smiling broadly "I already told Aegon I wasn't going to say anything. If you don't believe that sound like a you problem. But I will not have my job and career ruined because of a spoiled little boy" It was kind of funny to call him little boy considering he was way taller than you and you were wearing heels at the time

"You tell him, girl" Aegon cheered for you 

"I am NOT a little boy" Aemond said closing even more the little space between you two, anger clearly on his face. And from this distance now you could see him better, how blue his eyes were... eye, his right eye was blue. You noticed the difference with the left one, not as bright and turning a little grey. You noticed his pouted lips and his sharp chin, and fuck was he hot. Saddly, he was an idiot you convinced yourself as you tried to hold his gaze again and noticing how his own eyes were scattering your face

"He is a Twitter Boy" Aegon said trying to lighten up the mood and breaking you both from the little bubble

"Of course he is" You said rolling your eyes earning a laugh from Aegon

"What's that supposed to mean?" Aemond said feeling insulted

"You know exactly what it means" You didn't even know what it meant but you weren't letting him have the last word. Aemond open his mouth to speak again but you ignored him as you turned to walk to Aegon "It was nice to meet you, Aegon" You offered him a smile which he returned and with that you were gone. You walked towards your friends trying to ignore the feeling of two pair of eyes looking at your back as you walk away

[booksooks]

𝑳𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝑫𝒂𝒚 1

Author's Note:

Hi friends, it's been a long long time since I've written anything on tumblr but! I'm a lot less burnt out now, and I miss writing. So here we are, three years and a new blog (you may have known me as lirinstaalem) later, writing for Shigaraki. He lives on in my heart. 💙 As a forewarning, in this AU, there are no Quirks, Shigaraki is just that - Shigaraki Tomura, a junior in college. I'm going to be honest, this series is going to be entirely based off me and my personal experience at college, written one day at a time. Please enjoy. Manga pannel from @shigarakisankles, and divider by @plum98

Contents: College!AU, all characters depicted are STRICTLY 18+, no use of "Y/N"/any other variants, and possibly wildly ooc characters. I apologize for this.

Word Count: 2027

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

Moving into your sophomore college dorm wasn’t nearly as exciting as it was during your freshman year. Freshman year had been all giggles and excitedly greeting your roommate, excitedly setting up your half of the room, coordinating aesthetics to look cutesy and academic. Both of your parents had taken off work to help you move furniture around and get settled in, and everyone had been teary-eyed when they left you and your roommate alone. Everyone on your floor had been friendly, ish, and were about as giggly and excited as you were, and the floor meeting had been welcoming and informational.

Second year… not as much. Only your dad had taken off work, and it was really only to help you move furniture and get everything out of your car into the room, and you suspected that it was only because you had stupidly slammed your thumb in the door of your car a few days ago and it was now swollen and splinted. Not broken, thank goodness, but still painful as all get out.

He left with a hug, and a quick goodbye, and left you to pretty much fend for yourself. You rubbed at your eyes and quickly started unpacking, starting with any documents you needed for the year. Things were actually going pretty well, considering you were alone. Your roommate hadn’t arrived yet, so you had the ability to pick which side of the room you wanted and where you wanted everything. There was a small commotion outside in the hall, but it wasn’t any of your business, so you were content to stay inside, introvert that you were. That was until -

“FUCK!”

You jumped as the expletive rang through the hall, yelled by a raspy, masculine voice. You knew the dorm buildings were coed, but you had no idea if the floors were coed or not, but it sounded like it if there were boys running amok on your level, shouting. You sighed in resignation - last year the boys had only been above you and were annoying as hell. Living a whole year with them on the same floor?

…What was worse than hell? You didn’t know. You stuck your head out of your door and saw two men, presumably the culprits. One was lying on his back on the hard linoleum floor, the other wheezing with his hands on his knees. The man on the floor was making a vaguely-scowly expression at the laughing man, his pale blue hair spread out around his head like a halo.

“Oh my fuckin’ God, Shiggy, you’re an idiot!” Laughing Man exclaimed, inhaling deeply before laughing just as hard again. Piercings pulled at his open mouth as he cackled, fluffy black hair bouncing almost imperceptibly with each breath. He looked like every scene girl's wet dream, dripped out in all black, shining piercings and inky tattoos, his electric blue eyes the only contrast.

The man on the floor, “Shiggy”, grumbled something that sounded a lot like, “Shut up,” as he curled in on himself and hopped to his feet, looking more than a little embarrassed. He was wearing all black, matching Laughing Man in a more casual way, in a set of soft black sweatpants and a matching hoodie. He radiated vibes of “I haven’t spoken to a love interest before, let alone touched one.” Before you could stop yourself, you called out.

“You okay?”

Both men turned their attention to you, only just now noticing your presence. “Shiggy” huffed and looked away, embarrassed, and Laughing Man smiled at you. It wasn’t the most comforting smile you’d ever seen. “He’s fine,” Laughing Man said. “He’s just an idiot who slipped and fell. Name’s Dabi, and this is Shigaraki.”

You stepped out of your room a little more, leaning over to poke your head out becoming uncomfortable. “Nice to meet you,” you called back, introducing yourself. They both nodded at you, moving out of the way temporarily as someone with several bags and carts and suitcases scuttled past.

“We’re in room 301, if you ever want some company,” Dabi says, once the person is out of sight, hooking his thumb over his shoulder towards what you assumed was their room. You nodded and smiled at the two of them, and another sentence tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop and think about what you were saying, again.

“I might just take you up on that.”

Dabi chuckled, and nudged Shigaraki, who was finally looking in your direction, scratching at the back of his neck.

“Cool,” was all he said, and you didn’t even know if you heard him properly he had said it so quietly. You smiled at them and then ducked back into your room, shaking off the distraction and how… quite honestly pathetic Shigaraki had appeared. You understood that people were quiet or introverted, hell you were too, but he had only said one word to you, barely. He was entirely unable to meet your gaze, and if you were closer you could have maybe discerned if he had been blushing or not.

Good thing your type was pathetic men who’d never even talked to a girl, let alone kissed one.

Several hours later, your roommate had arrived and you had helped her unpack, neglecting your own side of the room. Being a junior, Hanami’s mother had left her to settle in on her own, and you were itching to just help. So you had rearranged furniture, hung fairy lights, and subsequently realized you had forgotten a good amount of your decorations at home, much to your dismay. You did your best to shake it off; you were going back home over the weekend anyway.

Hanami was a good roommate already, you had decided the moment she walked through the door. About the same height as you, she had short, wavy brown hair and an easygoing smile. She was also incredibly generous, offering to buy you food and even letting you use some of her decor in the short time you didn’t have yours. You both went out for lunch and to gather snacks for the next few weeks, spending a good amount of money at the local supermarket. Going shopping while hungry was never a good idea, but you knew your future selves would be grateful.

It only wasn’t until when you were finally unpacking, that you realized something with only a slight tinge of abject horror. “Fuck,” you mumbled, moving from one box to another, searching a little desperately. “Where are they…?”

“What are you looking for?” Hanami asked from her bed, putting the finishing touches on her faux-vine decorated wall.

“I forgot. Hangers.” You say, sighing in resignation. “Fuck me.”

Hanami pouted and hummed sympathetically from her spot. “Aw, I’m sorry. I would offer you some of mine but I’m using them all.”

You shake your head and accept the fact that none of your sweaters or pants were going to be hung up until the next Monday. “It’s fine, I’m the one who forgot them.”

You spend the next few minutes trying to shove your jeans into a small drawer, one too small for the amount of pants you had brought with you and had intended to hang. After several unsuccessful attempts, you text your parents, asking if they knew where your hangers were; you had bought a set specifically for college. Your mom responded almost instantly, reminding you that they had gone into the guest room for your grandmother, only to be forgotten when September rolled around. It wouldn’t have been a problem, you were going home on Friday anyway, but you were a stickler for your clothes not getting wrinkled. You sat on your relatively uncomfortable chair, when an idea popped into your head. You didn’t know how well-supplied boys would be, but it was better than sitting there and wallowing, right?

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Hanami, pulling on your sneakers and heading out the door. You hear a faint “okay!” from behind you as you scamper down the hall, looking for room 301.

When you do eventually stumble on it, (seriously, how was a dorm this convoluted? It was supposed to just house people for God’s sake) you hesitate. Was asking people you just met for hangers too forward? You rolled your shoulders to get rid of any nerves and knocked on the door without too many second thoughts, swallowing nervously.

Several seconds of rapid shuffling and someone, Dabi it sounded like, shouted, “Just a sec!”

You stood there and waited for a few more seconds before the door was almost violently ripped open, barely, and to your surprise Shigaraki was standing there. He took up most of the miniscule opening, blocking your view further into the room.

“Oh, hi,” you said quietly.

Shigaraki opened his mouth, as if to say something, but all that came out was a squeaky, “What?”

He started scratching at his neck, like he had been in the hallway earlier.

“I uh,” you hesitated, ashamed all of a sudden. “I was wondering if you had any spare hangers? I forgot literally all of mine at home, and I don’t really have any other friends in the building… I swear I’ll give them back to you next week.”

Shigaraki stared at you blankly, almost as if he hadn’t heard you, and you shifted your weight from foot to foot awkwardly. You heard a cough from inside the room, and that seemed to snap Shigaraki out of whatever daze he was in.

“Yeah, sure,” he mumbled, stepping away, leaving the door open just a smidge. You peered into the room, noticing how dark it was inside.

A heavy duty gaming pc tower took up a good majority of the university-issued desk, and the remaining space was already covered in… junk. Monster cans, mostly, but a few empty bowls of microwave ramen were scattered around. How on God’s green earth had he gotten the time to accumulate that much trash?

You didn’t have any more time to think about it, however, as Shigaraki popped back up, a handful of hangers clutched in his long, thin fingers. “Here,” he muttered, shoving them in your direction.

“Thanks,” you said, smiling gratefully at him. “Did you get an early move in clearance?”

Why the fuck did you ask that? What was wrong with you, holy shit. He was going to slam the door in your face and never want to talk to you again.

“Yeah,” Shigaraki said after only a moment’s hesitation. “How did you know?”

“I uh.” Now it’s your turn to hesitate. “I saw your gaming tower. That must have taken a while to set up.”

It was a shitty excuse of a lie, you knew that. But even if Shigaraki knew that, which he most certainly had to, he didn’t comment.

Instead, he nodded, but he didn’t open the door further or invite you in. You both stood there awkwardly for a moment, and then you nodded and smiled sheepishly at him. “Well, I’ll be off. Thanks again for the hangers, I’ll give them back to you after I go home and get my own.”

Shigaraki nodded back at you, and closed the door as you took a step back, waiting a second longer just in case. The door didn’t open again, and you didn’t know why you wanted it to. Instead, you heard a long suffering sigh, a cackle, and the sound of something heavy hitting springs.

You waited for another few seconds, and then turned around to try and find your way back to your room. It took less time than you had expected, and Hanami was now sitting on her bed, scrolling on her phone. She looked up brightly when you entered.

“Oh hey, you found hangers!”

You smiled and waved said hangers triumphantly. “Yeah, I made a few friends earlier so they lent me some.”

“Oh, that’s lucky!” Hanami seemed to radiate positivity, and it spread to you quickly. You soon forgot about the odd but somehow endearing interaction with the boy down the hall, his seemingly permanently pink cheeks filed away to think about for later.

End Notes: I really hope everyone who reads this can enjoy, I just want to write something feel goody and relaxing. Please feel free to ask me questions about this AU, or to even criticize my characterization of either Dabi or Shigaraki. I want this to be as accurate as it can be. Thank you for reading! 💙

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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

This is Wrong, but It Feels So Right

Kinktober 2023 - Day 2

Pairing: Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader

Kink: Stepcest

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Your parents are away for whoever knows how long and Ransom decides to blast his music so you go to yell at him but find him in a compromising position.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight d/s vibes, a hint of dubcon (but not really), riding, slight!sub!Ransom, male masterbation), brat!Ransom, yelling, cursing, stepcest, angst, slight fluff

a/n: Here is Day 2 of Kinktober! I'm sorry this is coming later in the day but I had to crochet for my business since I have an event coming up this weekend! Hope you enjoy this fic!

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Your dad married your stepmom two months ago and her and her spoiled son, Hugh, or as he liked to be called Ransom, moved into your father’s modest two story townhouse. From the moment they moved in, Ransom had done nothing but complain about the house, the town, and everything that was subpar in his eyes. His stupidly blue eyes with his hard chest that he flaunts around the house and the stupidly hot noises that come from his room at night that made you all hot and bothered and above all frustrated that you had a stupid crush on him. He was a complete asshole to everyone which made you want to choke him out but also made you want to knock him down a peg. 

You two were home alone while your parents were on another vacation paid for by Linda, your stepmother. You were trying to take a nap in your bed when you heard loud music blaring from Ransom’s room making you groan and roll over and cover your head. You banged on the wall trying to get him to hear you but to no avail the music didn’t stop. You climbed out of bed in your boxers and lace bra and stormed out of your room to his room right next to yours. 

You banged on the door and yelled his name but no one answered and you tried the door knob and it was unlocked and you opened it. It swung open and you saw Ransom on his bed slowly stroking his stiff cock on the bed. You stopped for a second but shook it off and stormed in to turn off the music and Ransom spotted you and jumped up with a pillow covering his cock. 

“What the hell are you doing?!” Ransom roared as he saw you turning off his stereo. 

“I’m trying to nap because I have work tonight! But you wouldn’t know about that, would you, you fucking brat?!” You yelled matching his energy and he rolled his eyes. 

“You think you’re so better than me just because you’re miss goody two shoes!” He scoffed and you huffed and crossed your arms. 

“Well, I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth! I know I have to work for what I want! Not just ask mommy!”

“You’re such a bitch!” He growled and that was the last straw of your resolve. 

“I’m so tired of your attitude! Obviously no one taught you a fucking lesson! So I will.” You growled before you jumped on him and kissed him passionately. He froze as you kissed him with your legs wrapped around his waist. You pulled back to look up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you think you’re doing?!” He said outrageously and tossed you on his bed. 

You landed with an “Oof,” and you leaned on your hands, “I’m putting you in your place.” You growled and yanked him down to kiss him again and he fell on top of you. His hands reached out to hold himself up and he pulled back panting. 

“This is wrong.” He huffed as he looked down at you. 

“So? Our parents are never fucking home, they won’t notice. They don’t even notice us now. So why not have some fun?” You smirked as you pulled him closer to you and kissed him deeply.

He hesitated before huffing, “Fuck it. Always wanted to see what’s under these flimsy clothes.” He smirked and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up against his chest. 

You smirked as your hands slid up his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck and yanked him close. “Good man.” You purred against his lips and his hands ripped your bra from your body and leaned down to kiss on the swell of your breasts. You ran your fingers through his hair pulling him close to your chest. He smirked against your skin as his hands ripped off your boxers then wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped you two over. You straddled his lap and bit your lip as his hard cock slid in between your folds. 

His hands gripped your waist and pulled you down to grind against his cock making you moan and you yanked him down to kiss him passionately. He groaned against your lips as your soaked cunt dragged along his length. 

“All this for me, babygirl?” He smirked as your juices soaked his length making him groan at the feeling. 

You purred softly, “Mhm. Even though you frustrate the hell out of me, you’re so sexy.” You hummed as you pulled him closer to you and continued to grind against his cock. He growled against your lips and you smirked and shoved him back against the pillows and you reached back to pull his cock up and you slid down on his thick length making you moan out his name. “Fuck, no wonder those girls scream for you.” 

He chuckled as his heavy hands landed on your hips and pulled you further down on his cock. “Maybe you should’ve interrupted sooner.” 

You rolled your eyes before you grasped his wrists and pinned them over his head. “Enough talking. I’m supposed to be taking my frustrations out on you.” You giggled as you started riding him slowly, teasing him as you rode him. “Mm, you’re such a brat but god, if you can’t be generous.” You sighed happily as you sunk down and moved up in a steady movement. The pleasure was toe-curlingly good which made breathy moans leave your lips.

He hummed at your words and gave you a cocky smirk, “I do aim to please.” He purred as he playfully pushed against your hands and you leaned down to kiss him passionately. 

“You’re such a liar but you more than make up for it.” You smirked and pulled up to sit back on his cock taking him even deeper and you started moving faster. “Now enough talking.” You purred as your hands kept his wrists pinned. You moved quicker up and down on his cock letting out moans as your eyes rolled back with pleasure. One hand reached up to cup your breast and play with your nipples as Ransom laid under you, taking the pleasure you gave him. 

He moaned and groaned as your walls squeezed him tight with every movement. Your juices soaking him even more, dripping down his balls making him moan louder. You leaned down to kiss his lips and you released his hands and they immediately went to your ass and helped move your hips up and down. You moaned his name as you felt your orgasm growing in your lower belly, your walls pulsing around him bringing him closer to his own release.

“Fuck, baby, gonna cum. Wanna fill you up. Can I cum in you?” Ransom rambled against your lips with a slight whininess to his tone that made you smirk. 

You sped up your pace riding him faster making him moan louder and he started whining your name as he got close. “Good boy. I knew you’d whine for me. Making all these pretty noises.” You smirked as you felt your release grow closer and you cried out as the tip of his cock slammed into your sweet spot making you see stars. “Fuck, cum for me, baby. Be a good boy and cum in me.” You purred against his lips as you moved faster moaning his name as you reached your peak. You cried out his name as your thighs shook around his hips. Ransom yelled your name as he came hard with you pinning your hips down against him and his warm cum filled you up. 

You let out a contented sigh as you slumped against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist and rubbed up and down your back. “You know, I don’t usually go for this cuddly, lovey dovey, crap.” He said as his hands rubbed your back and down to your ass. 

“No shit. I’m the one who has to tell the poor girls you won’t call them back.” You scoffed as you nuzzled under his chin. 

“I mean, that you bring out the soft side in me and it pisses me off and yet I like it.” He sighed as he nuzzled into your hair. 

“Well, get used to it, cause I’m not letting you go.” You hummed as you laid flush against him. 

He chuckled, the sound rumbling his chest, “Good.”

[rileyverse]

Anita had so gracefully climbed the ranks in the music industry, surpassing all her wildest dreams. On stage, her costumes sparkle beautifully, smiling comes easy, her movements and vocals are practised to a tee. Everything is perfect, all because of her own hard work. She's earned her place under the spotlight, and she knows it.

But then, she goes home with Carmilla. They've only known each other for three months, but whatever they have is intense. Carmilla's with her more often than not, refusing to let her sleep, eat, or leave the house alone. Anita remembers when they first met, Carmilla had taken her home and talked with her over tea. She had told her that being famous was dangerous for a girl like her, and that she didn't support it. Anita didn't take her seriously then, but she did now.

She sits on the wooden floor of her townhouse as Carmilla stands over her, scolding her for neglecting herself while she was gone on business. Anita really didn't see the big deal. No, she hadn't eaten a full meal since she left. No, she hadn't kept her sleep schedule in check. And no, she hadn't showered since she left, but it's not like she was leaving the house like that! She had stayed in bed the whole time, hadn't talked to a soul. So, who the hell was she bothering?

"I don't expect you to be able to take care of yourself, but I do expect you to ask for help. Do you understand?" Anita didn't understand anything these days, especially when it came to her. So, not one for lying, she shook her head no.

Carmilla sighed, her brows pinched together in frustration as if it wouldn't be a million times easier to just leave her alone. "That's fine. You will soon." When she began taking off her belt, she could practically hear Anita's heart drop to her stomach. She started inching away, mumbling soft "no"s to herself. Carmilla should've known this would scare the poor girl, should've known what it would look like to her. But, at the same time, she needed to face the consequences.

Luckily, she knew exactly how to comfort her princess. "No, baby, don't be scared. Nothing's gonna happen. We're gonna get this done so you can shower and go to sleep, okay? I promise." She reaches out to bring her closer, gently and slowly as if Anita was a feral cat, and laying her on her stomach. "Since you're such a sweet girl, I'm gonna do this over your clothes, okay?" She began quickly, punishing hits laid on Anita's sit spots one after the other. Her cries and struggles tug at Carmillas' heart, but she doesn't let up until a conservative five minutes passed, and her girl was reduced to a sobbing mess underneath her.

"Good girl. Now, we're gonna practice our begging. I know a place where I'll be able to keep such a good eye on you that you'll never have to be spanked again. Would you like that, honey?" The plan was to take Anita to a private island her boss owned, where people like Carmilla can keep their loves without pesky middle-class strangers saying their relationship is "abusive." Stupid outsiders don't know how much her girl needs her.

Anita isn't used to begging. If someone doesn't give her what she needs, she cuts her losses and leaves. She's spent her whole life like this, and she wasn't going to change now. "No! That was mean, Carmilla!" She cried, her voice watery. Carmilla was an intimidating woman. She was tall, with muscles like Hercules and long, silky black hair that always looked perfect. Her presence demanded all of Anita's attention and deepest respect. It wasn't easy saying no to her. "You can't hit me..." she grovelled.

Carmilla hummed. It sent chills down her spine. "Did I go too easy on you, my love? Is that what's wrong? You want more of the belt?" When Anita quickly shook her head, Carmilla made up her mind easily. "I think you do. Bend over the couches arm."

Stupidly, her scrambling brain decides she can outrun the older, stronger, fitter woman. She dashes straight ahead, hoping to knock her down and get to the front door. A solid boot kicks her chest as she springs up and holds her down on the floor. "Stay, girl." She growls.

Humiliation crashes over her in waves as her brain convinces her that the paparazzi can hear her wailing from outside. She can feel their cameras pressed to the window, drooling at the thought of such a jaw-dropping headline. "Anita Rivera Caught Crying Under Her Girlfriend's Boot." It only makes her sob louder.

"Carmilla! The window- the window, the window, the window, please, the window-" Anita chants, lost to the delusions filling her head. Her career is over. Other artists will be ashamed of her and ridiculed for knowing her. Her manager will drop her, her backup dancers and singers will quit. Her fans will burn her merch. She can see it happening now, an image much clearer than her lovers face.

Carmilla just couldn't bear being a disciplinarian any longer. So what if Anita didn't do what she was supposed to? She was just a confused little girl, so scared and vulnerable to the world. It wasn't her fault. "Look at me, Anita. Breathe with me." She held her soft cheeks in her calloused hands, watching as unfocused eyes settled clumsily. Finally, her girl was looking at her.

She didn't speak, though, until Anita's breath was even. "I have people lining the property, my love. They're all armed. They'll shoot anyone who gets close. I promise you, no one is at the window."

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Idk if like the mafia rileyverse au has a private island but that's just what my fingers typed,,

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I'M DYING!!

and it does! That's what The Farm series is. Anita and Emma would be such good friends, talking shit about their families under a table or something!

[baphometsgirlcock]

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Saturday. I cannot get him out of my mind. So, here goes.

Men and minors dni, this post is about t4t lesbian sex

My butch and I had sex for the first time in three and a half years of dating. And it was worth every second of the wait. I think I’m addicted.

We’ve been slowly, steadily getting closer to actually doing it together for a good few months now, we talk about it and tease each other a bit. And I really expected I’d have to work him up to it, tease it out of him the way my favorite femmes tease the neediness out of me. But nope. I joked about giving him a blowjob, he said he’d settle for making me cum, that he wanted me to feel good, and I just…overheated. I was a little worried we’d stop there, but we didn’t. We very much didn’t.

I still got to tease him a little. I showed off. Touched my breasts, squeezed them, pinched my nipples. Made a real show of it. I wanted him to be nice and hot and bothered for me when he touched me. His handsome butch butchbait. I probably shouldn’t have tried so hard. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. The second I gave him permission to touch me, he pushed me down onto the bed, eased off my boxers, and got me off with his mouth. He still needed a bit of reassurance, but not much.

I wish I could have recorded myself, I was making the most embarrassing noises, whimpering and whining and moaning. I was already so wet, dripping into my boxers before he touched me. And judging by the fact he started humping the bed while he sucked me off, I’m guessing he enjoyed hearing me come undone for him. I almost wish he’d been rougher, teased me more. Called me a good girl, or his butch slut, or something like that. I think he might have been too turned on to talk properly though haha.

I’d warned him about my lack of a refractory period. And when I came for him - couldn’t have been more than five minutes after he put his mouth on me - my butch didn’t let go. I was still so hard, even after cumming all over myself. He didn’t stroke me right away, but he did get around to it. I almost cried, it felt so stupidly good, my whole body was electric. Squirting cum onto my stomach twice in a row would have been humiliating with anyone else. But my butch almost cooed at me, he looked so happy and blissful that he’d gotten me to feel good. He was so fucking cute, I think I was too busy just staring heart eyes at him to feel embarrassed. I was still hard afterwards, he probably could have kept going, but decided not to push it.

Instead, he took some time to just explore my body while I recovered. Sucked and kissed my nipples, gave me a few gentle hickies; he was being so, so sweet, but I wanted more so badly. I wanted him. So we shifted, I had him lean back against the nearby wall while I sat down in front of him, hands on his thighs, eye level with his dick. He was so hard and wet, I was almost drooling. He looked so, so good.

And he begged me. I didn’t even keep him waiting for that long, and he was already squirming and desperate, looking down at me with those big handsome eyes. It was so hard not to just take him into my mouth right then and there immediately. But…I wanted to play a little too. Take my time. Praise him, compliment him, make him whine and moan and beg me even more. Digging my nails into his thighs, kissing his hips and pelvis. I caved pretty quickly, but it probably felt like an eternity for him.

And he sounded divine when I sucked him off. His hands on my head, holding onto me as I sucked on his handsome t-dick. I was already hard again too, twitching and throbbing as I got him off. I lost myself in it for a while, in the rhythm. Bobbing my head, pressing the flat of my tongue against the underside of his cock, making him whimper and writhe for me. And when my jaw started to ache a bit, I gave him just a little break, less than a minute. I stood up, stretched for a second, and then pushed him back against the wall and kissed him and cupped his cunt, his dick pressing into my palm.

And when I tell you he melted, he melted. He started moving his hips without being told, the good boy. Just grinding against my hand, moaning into the kiss. It was almost hard to remember to keep praising him, I was so turned on, but he sounded so fucking good whenever I did. Just making the cutest, most amazing noises. I don’t know if I got him off all the way, I forgot to ask. Maybe he got off a few times and I was just so focused I didn’t notice. But, after a while, he just gave me the biggest sweetest puppydog butch eyes and asked if he could get me off again. Like I could ever say no to him.

This time, he had me with my legs off the side of the bed, and I pulled some pillows closer to prop myself up. And…fuck. He didn’t have his mouth on me the whole time, but kept stroking me off when he wasn’t sucking, and this time? This time he was praising me too. I think my brain just fully overloaded from arousal. Just hearing his voice, all husky and needy, hearing his praises and pleasing - he was begging me to feel good, fuck, I almost came immediately. The second I said I was feeling close, he started begging me to cum for him, and normally I get pretty bad stage fright but…I think my brain was just too fried to resist this time.

I seriously saw white, like at one moment he was begging me to cum and the next second I was whimpering his name over and over with my ears ringing as he finished bringing me over the finish line with his mouth. I just completely drifted. It was absolutely heavenly.

I was pretty exhausted after that and I think he was running low too, so we made out and groped each other a little bit but mostly just laughed and cuddled and talked and wound down. And. I cannot stop thinking about it. About how good he sounded. I want more so badly, holy shit. I want him to make me his again. And I want to make him mine right back.

[hotcat37]

deaf! Jere x Tommy concept drabble i wrote for @gigshoe <3 (for details, they're in their early 20s here and the setting is in Finland)

Tommy was admittedly already in a pretty cranky mood when he woke up that morning. He's got another day of long unpaid hours for his internship waiting for him. He knows it's a great opportunity and it's the experience that counts but still. Knowing that he's got another two months of hard unpaid work ahead of him isn't exactly motivating.

So when the Estonian feels a gentle tug at his sleeve while waiting for his train, his first instinct is to feel annoyed. He'd been minding his own business staring off into space and hoping no one would bother him. No such luck it seems.

Tommy turns his head towards whoever has disturbed him, not attempting to hide the scowl he knows he has on his face, ready to hit the unsuspecting person with a "I don't speak Finnish." But his eyes meet big blue ones and the brunette momentarily forgets all about his plan. He stares into the winter pale face of a man whose jet black eyebrows furrow together in concern at whatever look is on Tommy's face.

Oh crap. The stranger looks a bit intimidated, fiddling with the yellow phone in his hands, clearly too nervous to say anything now that he's been scowled at. Tommy's eyes involuntarily soften at the sight of the other man. Poor guy. He probably just spend a while working up the courage to approach him and here Tommy is fixing him with his resting bitch face.

"Hello." He greets the guy in English, trying to encourage him with a smile. "What's wrong?"

Big eyes stupidly blink back at Tommy for a second before they redirect their focus to the phone screen. The Estonian raises an eyebrow when the stranger starts to delete and re-type a text but otherwise uses the moment of distraction to get a good look at the man. The guy appears to be around Tommy's age, youthful face flushed slightly with a blush.

Pretty.....

The next thing he notices is the somewhat silly haircut the young adult is sporting. Tommy can admit that he somehow makes it work, though. And even if he didn't, the brunette would appreciate the eccentric hair anyways. Then he spots specks of neon green in between the black and when Tommy squints he realizes that they must be hearing aids. Aha. The man's behavior makes more sense now.

Is this train to Joensuu? Sorry if is a weird question, I never go there 😅

The deaf Finn still looks rather timid and Tommy surprises himself with the overwhelming feeling of wanting to comfort this cute guy. Must be the oversized black coat making him look extra small. As if Tommy could easily scoop him into his arms.

"Yeah, man. It's the third stop. I'm actually going there too." Tommy confirms, hoping it's enough to reassure the other man that there's no need to feel intimidated.

The small Finn seems....weirdly surprised. As if he didn't expect Tommy to actually answer him. Damn. Is his bitch face that bad? How many hot folks has he scared off with just his expression alone without even knowing it?

But then the stranger beams at him with such a sweet smile that Tommy involuntarily mirrors it, feeling his chest buzz with something warm and happy.

Thank you so much!! :D You are going to work in Joensuu?? :0

And where usually Tommy hates random small talk, with this guy he's very much eager to keep the conversation going.

"Eh, kind of?" The Estonian shrugs. "I mean, it is work but I'm not getting paid."

At the concerned frown on the stranger's face, Tommy hurries to clarify.

"It's an internship so-" The man doesn't seem to know that word, cocking his head to the side like a confused dog. "Ah, uhm, so I do work for a company but I'm not getting paid at the moment 'cause I'm not a real employee. It's just for experience, y'know?"

The small Finn makes a little noise as if to say oh. It's the first sound he's made so far and Tommy can't help but soak it up like a sponge. This guy is fucking cute, he can't deny it.

Experience is good yes yes but is shit that you not get money 😢

Tommy quirks a grin at that, amused by the stranger's bluntness. "Yeah, it is shit. But are you getting paid or you a poor intern like me?"

Delicate fingers fly across the keyboard, Tommy very much endeared by the other man's enthusiasm to conversate. He can't remember the last time he's had such a fun interaction with a random person.

I get paid! ^_^ Today is my first day as photo man 📸🔥

For a guy who doesn't speak, he sure is expressive. Tommy is quite enjoying the use of emojis.

"You're a photographer?" At the other man's nod, Tommy beams. "That's so cool!"

For a split second the deaf Finn looks genuinely surprised again, staring back at Tommy with wide eyes, before his lips also split into a wide grin. It's kind of funny how quickly things have progressed between them in less than 10 minutes. Just as Tommy is about to pipe up and say more, a distant honk alerts him that their ride is headed towards them.

"Train is here." The Estonian informs as he points to somewhere behind the guy.

The man turns his head, just for a second, and Tommy is painfully aware of how he immediately misses having those big blue eyes focused on him. There's just something about this stranger that draws him in.

The Finn in question seems oblivious, turning to face Tommy with that infectious smile of his.

Let's go!! 🏃💨

He dutifully follows after the shorter man as they head towards the train. People are steadily streaming into the wagons and Tommy tries not to smile when he feels the stranger press against him to avoid being shoved in all directions. The Estonian spots an open seat in the back and doesn't hesitate to sit down. His companion does seem a little unsure, though, likely wondering if it's okay to sit next to Tommy. If their interaction was just a one time thing.

The brunette pats the seat beside him with an inviting smile and it's enough to get the Finn to finally move.

Their shoulders brush against each other and it's rather surprising that Tommy doesn't immediately feel the urge to pull away like he always does whenever he has even the slightest physical contact with a stranger. With this guy it's very much welcome.

"Hey, what's your name?" Tommy gently nudges the smaller man by extending his hand once the chattering on the train has settled down. "I'm Tommy."

The stranger seems quite relieved by Tommy's introduction, eyebrows knitting together into a hopeful expression. He types something at lightning speed, holding up his phone so Tommy can read the message with one hand while the other takes the hand extended towards him. Very soft, the Estonian notes.

I'm Jere! :D

[azureflame]

A Fae’s Snowy Celebration (Part 3)

●     Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

●     Characters: (Y/n) (gender neutral), Lilia, Malleus & miscellaneous characters

●     Pairing: Malleus x (Y/n) (gender neutral)

●     Word count: 4,151

●     Warnings: None

●     Author’s: HAPPY BELATED CHRISTMAS, Y’ALL! Fr though, I’m so sorry for not posting anything in ages. I’m sure you’ll enjoy this stupidly long story.

           “Excuse me, (Sir/Ma’am). Excuse me.” A faery maid knocks on the door to (Y/n)’s room. She was assigned to take care of them by Malleus’s order. Not wanting to invade the guest’s privacy, but also not wanting to have them miss their breakfast left them in quite the conundrum. Before knocking one more time, the door opened.

“Yes? How may I help you?”

“Good morning, Mr./Mrs. (L/n). Prince Malleus had assigned me to take care of you during your stay here at the castle” explained the faery maid.

“I see. I hope that we may get along with each other for however long I’ll be staying here” said (Y/n) with a smile before turning over to a sleeping Grim. “Hey Grim, wake up. It’s time to eat.”

Grim groaned in annoyance. “Five more minutes, henchman…”

“You’ll be missing out on some exquisite tuna if you continue to sleep” stated (Y/n) coyly.

“TUNA?! Why didn’t you say so” shouted Grim as he ran toward (Y/n). “By the way, you’re gonna give Lilia that list during breakfast?”

“Of course. I’ve narrowed it down to a few options, but I still cannot figure out the best one” sighed (Y/n).

“A list to Sir Vanrouge” asked the faery maid, now very confused.

“I’m compiling a list of potential gifts to give Malleus on the day, or rather night, of the Christmas celebration. While I may be a close friend of his, Lilia IS his caretaker, so he should know his tastes better than I ever could” explained (Y/n).

The faery maid smiled. “I see. How thoughtful of you. I’m sure the prince will be pleased by whatever gift you will bestow upon him.”

“Thank you. Anyways, gotta grab it now before I forget” said (Y/n) before retrieving a folded piece of paper from their desk as well as a red pen. “Let’s head out to the dining hall before Sebek hunts me down & yells my ears off.”

The faery maid became annoyed upon hearing his name. “Are you perhaps referring to that loud-mouthed boy? I swear, I’m shocked by how he has yet to lose his voice.”

“You & me both” replied (Y/n).

The Ramshackle duo quickly followed the faery maid to the dining hall where Lilia, Malleus & his grandmother, Queen Maleficia, were waiting for their breakfast to arrive. As expected, it was filled to the brim with various servants of the castle.

“(Y/n). I’m glad that you are here, my love” said Malleus, smiling while blushing. He tried so hard to not pout after hearing both his grandmother & Lilia from giggling.

           “Hi, Malleus. Sorry if I took too long. Anyways, what’s the plan for this month? I didn’t have any in mind given my previous situation back at school” asked (Y/n).

           “You see, the castle staff shall be busy preparing for the Christmas feast. I’m afraid I’ll be rather busy assisting my grandmother with her part. I hope you can understand” sighed Malleus.

           “Don’t worry about it! I understand that it’s part of your duty as the future king” replied (Y/n) cheerfully.

           “Thank you. Rest assured that I shall find the time to be with you during the event” said Malleus before discussing the matters of the Christmas party with his grandmother.

           While everyone was waiting for their food to arrive, (Y/n) tapped on Lilia’s shoulder. “Lilia. Last night, Grim & I made a list of potential gifts to give to Malleus & I need your input badly. I’ve got a limited budget & I promised Sucré some cookies.”

“Oh? Let’s see here…” Lilia had carefully analyzed the full list, including a few options that were crossed out. “No wonder you needed my assistance. This will not be an easy task as there are many fine options. However, I do believe that this is the perfect gift for him” said Lilia as he pointed to a specific bullet point. “By the way, do not worry about your finances as I will assist you in this endeavor.”

           “Thank you so much, Lilia. You’re a lifesaver” cheerfully replied (Y/n). They took out their red pen & circled the gift Lilia recommended they get for Malleus so they don’t forget.

Before long, everyone’s breakfast had arrived. The only people who continued to talk as they ate were the servants, so at least it wasn’t complete silence.

For once, Grim ate with some manners. Was it because of his humiliating encounter with the faery librarian? Regardless, he wasn’t causing (much) trouble for (Y/n) & that’s what’s important.

Once the Draconia family finished their meal, they departed to get started on their work for the day.

Lilia waited for (Y/n) & Grim to finish theirs. “(Y/n), Grim. I’ll be heading out to Holly Town in a bit. Would you two like to come with me?”

“Sure! Might as well get a taste on what this kingdom is like” replied (Y/n).

“Aww. Do I HAVE to go? I’d rather relax in our room” grumbled Grim.

“Don’t be like that, Grim. You’d be surprised by the kinds of foods my people can offer” chuckled Lilia.

The microsecond Grim heard the word “foods,” he looked at Lilia in surprise. “What?! Food!”

“Yes. Their world-renowned gingerbread castles, roasted duck & turkey, cranberry sauce & yule log are nothing to laugh at! People have to place orders weeks in advance & certain products such as the gingerbread castle will not be shipped internationally because the magic used to maintain their structural integrity could fade away over time. Even the castle staff members that are in charge of ordering the food for the feast sometimes encounter difficulties.”

“Are you serious?! We’d better get going pronto” panicked poor (Y/n).

At the entrance to Holly Town…

A cobblestone wall surrounds the city & an elegant cherry wood door with ornate carvings stands proudly. A group of soldiers can be seen inspecting visitors before permitting them to enter.

“Lilia. I know you said this place gets busy during the holidays, but this is utterly ridiculous” cried (Y/n).

Because of the sheer beauty & size of Holly Town, there were numerous people of various races (mostly fae) entering & exiting the place.

“There’s gonna be nothing left for us to buy when we get in” said Grim with exasperation. “We gotta find a way to sneak past them.”

“There’s no need for that. Allow me to speak to one of the guards” assured Lilia. He approaches one of the guards & greets them. “Greetings, sir.”

The moment the guard saw him, he saluted him. “Sir Vanrouge! It is an honor to see you! How may I be of service?”

“My friends & I wish to enter this beautiful town” stated Lilia before being granted access. He gestures (Y/n) & Grim to follow him. “Stay by my side, you two. I don’t want you two to get lost.”

Both (Y/n) & Grim nodded. Their nervousness turned to admiration after seeing the European-style homes & their elegant decorations.

(Y/n) noticed two things they all had in common: at least one type of decoration incorporated hollies & a large, elegant symbol was carved into the front doors which they surmised was the crest of the family that owned the house.

           Grim, now sitting on (Y/n)’s shoulder, saw the pretty light emanating from a nearby lamp post & jumped to get a closer look. To his surprise, he found himself in Lilia’s arms. “Agh! Don’t scare me like that!”

           “I can’t help it. You seemed to be a little too fascinated by the lights. Sure they’re beautiful, but as I’ve said earlier, I don’t want you two getting out of my sight. Cell phones have no signal in the Valley of Thorns & you two lack the means of communicating via magic.”

           “Lilia? Can we stop for a bit? I’d like to take some pictures with my cellphone” asked (Y/n). They started doing so after Lilia agreed to pause & enjoy the winter atmosphere. “I can’t wait to see the rest of the town.”

           “We should head over to the plaza then. There’s usually several groups of performers that arrive during this time of the year” stated Lilia.

At Holly Town center…

           As soon as the trio had arrived, (Y/n) began recording the performers at work. The story they chose was about three ghosts teaching a rich, old man about the consequences of being greedy.

           (Y/n) loved the story because it teaches how important it is to show compassion & generosity toward others, especially those less fortunate than others.

           Grim, on the other hand, didn’t get why one specific old man needed to be taught those lessons, but he did admire the special effects (a.k.a. magic) of the play.

           After some time had passed, the trio entered a nearby department store (that had an unknown language written at the front) to get everything for Sucré & Malleus’s gifts.

           To say the Ramshackle duo were blown away was an understatement. Seemingly endless rows of toys, sweets, Christmas decorations & much, much more were lining up the large, wooden shelves. However, the staff seem to have trouble keeping them full as many customers seem to be interested in just about everything in their inventory.

           “Wow. This place is jam packed too” muttered (Y/n). Turning to Lilia, they said “It’s no wonder you’re having to stand next to me the whole time. I would be scared of navigating the entire place by myself.”

           “Do not worry, Your Majesty, for I shall protect you with my life” Lilia joked.

           (Y/n) blushed. “Stop it, Lilia. You’re making me think of being married to Ma- Tsunotarou.” They were afraid of causing a mass panic among the masses by saying Malleus’s name out loud, so they resorted to referring to him strictly by his nickname. It does sound nice being able to spend the rest of my days with Malleus, though. To wake up every morning being kissed by him, working alongside him & more importantly… growing old with him. I’d do ANYTHING to get a happy ending like that.

           Unbeknownst to (Y/n), they were blushing. Grim & Lilia noticed & looked at each other before the latter chuckled.

           “Ok, Your Excellency. We better get moving.” The bat fae dragged (Y/n) to the area of the store where they could obtain the materials for Malleus’s gift. “Any idea what exactly you’ll be needing?”

           (Y/n) looked around in silence. They just couldn’t remove the image of being Malleus’s spouse out of their head. It got to the point where they started picking random items that even Grim wasn’t sure were necessary for the gift.

           Sighing happily, Lilia tapped (Y/n)’s shoulder. He helped them return the unneeded products back to their proper place. To think that Malleus would be in love & his feelings are reciprocated. At least he chose a kind-hearted person like (Y/n). If they do not get married soon, then Malleus may find himself feeling lonelier than ever. How can I prevent such a tragedy from occurring?… I got it! The castle library! Its fireplace is the perfect setting for a romantic confession!

“Great. First my henchman & now Lilia? It better not happen to me too” Grim mumbled.

“Lilia? Is something the matter” asked (Y/n).

           “Not at all. What else do you need” Lilia asked.

           (Y/n) listed a few items they needed, some of which were personal.

Lilia nodded & he helped (Y/n) finish up their shopping for the day.

Once all was said & done, the trio spent a little more time in Holly Town, admiring the decorations, taking a few pictures with the locals, etc. Of course, there were a couple of instances where Grim attempted to cause mischief by stealing some food, but Lilia’s lightning fast reflexes prevented him from doing so. Despite this, they had a wonderful time & before they knew it, it was well past dinnertime.

           Upon returning to the castle, (Y/n) was surprised to see everyone in a panic. “Ummm… Lilia? How long were we gone for?”

           That answer would soon be answered by Malleus as he rushed over to his friend & caretaker. “Lilia! (Y/n)! There you are!” He hugged them both tightly before glaring at them. "Where were you two?! The two of you were gone the entire day!"

Chuckling nervously, (Y/n) pulled out a box of muffins. "Care for some muffins, Malleus? We got them from a bakery in Holly Town."

"While I do appreciate any & all baked goods from that place, I can't deny that I feel upset not knowing where you two were. As punishment, you shall be spending the rest of the day as well as tomorrow under my supervision, (Y/n). Do you understand?"

Feeling embarrassed, (Y/n) replied "I understand, Tsunotarou. I just wanted to make sure I could get you something for Christmas this year. I'm not telling you what it is, of course."

"A present? For me? Well, I'll be looking forward to it."

On the day of the party…

(Y/n) observed the embellished dance hall with stars in their eyes. “Wow. This whole place looks absolutely gorgeous. The guests look about as fancy as I’d expect them to be.” They turn to look at the fae maid that took care of them this whole time. “I truly cannot thank you enough for making this outfit for me. I don’t know what I would’ve done had you not been there for me.”

The fae maid giggled. “Why thank you. I do enjoy sewing & when Lord Lilia had informed me of your situation, I just couldn’t resist making clothes for you. How many did I make for you again?”

“Enough to fill a closet… I haven’t even been here for a month, yet you managed to pull off such a daunting task. This makes me wonder what else you’re capable of that I don’t know” (Y/n) wondered aloud.

“Teehee. That’s a secret. What isn’t a secret is that the dance shall begin soon” replied the fae maid.

As if on cue, music filled the room & everyone except the Draconia family began to look for anyone to dance with.

Even if (Y/n) knew the basics of ballroom dancing, they didn’t want to make a fool of themselves by heading over to the dance floor.

“You can’t enjoy the festivities in the corner, you know” said Lilia after appearing out of nowhere.

Both (Y/n) & Grim shrieked from surprise while the fae maid simply rolled her eyes.

“Lilia! What’s it gonna take for you to not give us a heart attack” asked (Y/n) angrily. “You’re lucky I didn’t drop my present to Malleus. By the way, when can I give it to him? I don’t want to spend the entire party carrying it around.”

“I’ll take care of that for you” replied Lilia, taking the present before walking away.

(Y/n) really didn’t want to dance, but they had a feeling Lilia was going to offer himself as a dance partner & they had a bad feeling his dancing techniques were… interesting to say the least.

“Pardon me, (Y/n), but would you mind dancing with me? I have only arrived just now.”

(Y/n) turned around &, much to their astonishment, saw Sucré approaching them. He wore a stunning green suit that complimented his ghostly pale complexion & blond hair. His slicked back hair allowed anyone to get a better view of his amber-colored eyes.

“Sucré! Boy am I glad to see you. You look handsome, you know” said (Y/n). “And yes. I’d like to dance with you.”

“Likewise.” Sucré gently took (Y/n)’s hand while smiling. “Let us not waste any more time.” After the duo set foot on the dance floor, he wrapped one arm around their waist & held their hand with the other.

To (Y/n)’s luck, the first song the musicians played was a slow one. They feared the possibility of stepping on Sucré’s foot, so they felt at ease. “Sucré. I’ve noticed that quite a lot of people are staring at least one of us. Do I look that bizarre?”

“Not at all. They’re staring at me because I almost never leave the magical archives. I do not believe there’s anything wrong with that, though. After all, the existence of fae, merfolk, beastmen & humans fascinates me. I’d like to understand how each group came into existence & how each group manages to coexist despite their differences.”

“I understand you completely. As someone who lacks magic & comes from a magicless world, I’d like to know why some worlds have it while others don’t & why certain races are more magically inclined than others.”

“I’m glad someone understands my philosophy of life. It’s not often I meet others who wish to know more about the intricacies of their world. Most would make poor excuses for things they don’t understand instead of conducting thorough research. Life would be so much easier for them if they stopped gossiping for once.”

“While the pursuit of knowledge is an admirable goal, there’s likely certain things out there that are never meant to be understood by anyone other than those of divine status. After all, too much curiosity could lead someone to a rather dark path.”

Sucré, pursing his lips, expressed that he at least wished people wouldn’t be so judgemental about the educational background of others or how they chose to spend their time if it doesn’t harm anyone.

(Y/n) agreed wholeheartedly with him.

Meanwhile, both Malleus & Queen Maleficia couldn’t believe who they saw on the dance floor.

“My grandson. Is that by any chance Sucré?”

“That seems to be the case. What could have possibly caused him to be outside the magical archives? My dear (Y/n) truly is full of surprises.” Malleus couldn’t help but watch his beloved dance. If only their dance partner was him…

Queen Maleficia chuckled when she saw her grandson’s slight pout. “Oh my. How uncouth of you to express jealousy in public. Do something to wipe that expression off your face.”

“I shall in a few minutes, Grandmother.”

Once the song ended, both Sucré & (Y/n) were in the very center of the dance floor.

“Somehow, I never stepped on your foot once, although there must’ve been multiple close calls. I was nervous the whole time thinking I would ruin this moment for you by doing that” sighed Yuu with relief.

Letting go of (Y/n), Sucré smiled. “While you may have much to learn about dancing, it certainly wasn’t that bad. I’m more surprised that I managed to retain all the information I acquired from my dance lessons. I was quite young when I last had them.”

“Subconscious memory, I suppose.” (Y/n) began to see people in front of them moving to the side as Malleus began to walk toward them. He looked as handsome & regal as always with his suit & matching cape. “Tsunotarou?”

“Hmm? Is that how you address the prince? What a silly nickname” chuckled Sucré.

“It is a silly nickname that I shall wear with pride, Sucré” retorted Malleus as he now stood directly in front of the two. “May I ask why you decided to make a public appearance now? I fail to recall you as the type that enjoys public events.”

“I simply wished to thank your dear friend for the cookies they baked for me as well as  the time they’ve spent with me. Ever since that accidental encounter of ours, they have displayed quite an interest in my hobbies. I fail to see the issue here, Your Highness.”

“My issue here is that their first dance wasn’t with me.” Malleus wasn’t too pleased to be robbed of such a special occasion from (Y/n) & his expression made that very clear.

“Do I sense jealousy within you? You have a public image to maintain, you know” said Sucré, smirking.

“You should know how much (Y/n) means to me” retorted Malleus.

Not wanting the situation to get any worse, (Y/n) stood between both fae men while glaring at them. “Guys, that’s enough.” Looking at Malleus, their expression softened. “If you’d like, my next dance shall be with you. What do you say?”

“I’d appreciate that.”

“To see the young prince in love is something I never imagined. I shall leave you two lovebirds ample space to dance freely.” Sucré walked to stand alongside the other guests, not caring how flustered (Y/n) became.

“What?! Get back here-”

“Do not worry about him, my love. As reclusive as he is, he still enjoys teasing others as does most of faekind.” Looking at the musicians, Malleus nodded so as to order them to play once again.

They all looked at each other & knew what song they had to play. Soon enough, the whole room was filled with a song so well known for encapsulating the love between two royals.

“This song. It’s-”

Malleus hummed to the music as he began taking his first steps with (Y/n).

(Y/n) tried their best to follow along, but had a little difficulty staying focused with how charming Malleus looked.

Sighing, Sucré casted a spell that would allow (Y/n) to dance more gracefully. He wasn’t going to permit his new friend from embarrassing themselves in front of everyone.

Once the musicians began to sing, Malleus’s smile grew wider.

For a moment in time, (Y/n) forgot that people were watching the two of them. They never could’ve imagined themselves falling in love with a prince, much less having the opportunity to form a relationship with said prince. It was hard for them to not giggle like a young child. After all, they were living in a literal fairytale. When the song had come to an end, (Y/n) thanked Malleus for the dance & that they would rest for a while.

Malleus decided that (Y/n) should stay by his side for the rest of the party. After his banter couldn’t risk anyone trying to seduce them. He offered them his arm & walked to where his grandmother stood.

“That was quite the wonderful performance from you two.” Queen Maleficia’s smile turned into a frown as she looked at Malleus. “I will have to scold you once this celebration is over, however.”

At the dining hall…

(Y/n) was simply astonished by the variety of food that was being served. Sure, there were several soups & stews, but there were several that they’ve never seen. They noticed Grim trying to scarf down his meal, but a stern warning was enough for him to eat properly.

“I take it that you find your meal delectable, correct” asked Malleus to (Y/n).

“Of course. I wish I could eat like this every day.”

Smiling, Malleus thought I would like for that as well.

At the castle library after the party…

While (Y/n) enjoyed the party, they were tired as hell. Despite this, Lilia instructed them to head over to the castle’s library. Why does he want me to be here? I just want to sleep. Their question was answered when they got to the fireplace where they saw Malleus sitting on the couch. “Tsunotarou! I’m really happy to see you.” Sitting down on the couch allowed them to notice their gift to him on his lap. “I hope you’ll like what I made for you.”

“I’m certain I will.” Carefully removing the wrapping paper, Malleus opened the box containing his gift. His eyes widened at the sight of it. “(Y/n).” Lifting it from the box, he was able to get a better look. “I’m truly speechless. What a wonderful gift you have given me. I will cherish it forever.”

“Aww. Thank you. Hmm? Why are you upset?”

“I was unable to provide you with a Christmas gift. I deeply apologize, my sweet (Y/n).”

“I thought inviting both Grim & I WAS the gift!”

“No. That was simply me not wanting you to suffer in that dilapidated dorm with no one but that feline & the ghosts. I am truly ashamed that I couldn’t have at least ordered one of my servants to procure a gift that would satisfy you.”

“Hmmm… How about a kiss? I mean, we do have our occasional romantic & even intimate moments, but I still cherish each of them as if it were my first.”

Smiling, Malleus replied “If that is what my love wants, then who am I to object?” After carefully setting his gift aside on a small table, he turns to face (Y/n) with an abnormally serious expression. “Please let me know when you wish for me to stop.” His expression softened a bit & he wrapped one arm around (Y/n)’s waist while placing a hand at the back of their head. He leans toward them, allowing their lips to come into contact.

Closing the doors to the library, Queen Maleficia & Lilia looked at each other.

“When do you suppose that the wedding shall occur, Sir Vanrouge?”

“I’d say after a few more years.”

[bylightofdawn]

2023 Wrap Up.

It’s officially New Years in Texas. 2023 has been a weird year for me, one that both dragged and flew by way too quickly. There’s so much pain and awfulness going on the world right now that it’s hard to not dwell on or carry that into 2024 but I’m going to try and keep this relatively light-hearted and positive if only because I want to try and start the New Year on a positive note. For me personally? I didn’t really do anything big or notable but I had some smaller but meaningful victories.

I made a New Years resolution (something I’m pretty vehemently against because I always feel disappointed in myself when I don’t follow through) that I was going to start writing again and I would try and write every day. I didn’t manage every day but boy howdy did I still keep up that resolution. The major project of course being Seeds for the Future which I clocked in at 176,456 words minus I want to say around 10,000 words which I’d previously started like 3 years ago before abandoning it. So we’ll call it 165,000 to make it even-ish.

Holy. Shit. 165,000 in one year. I did not in a million years think I had that in me. And it’s been a wild ride. At points I felt like I was being ridden by a damned demon that was demanding I write this NOW. I was especially busy the first six months or so and then I burned myself out which….completely understandable when you consider your standard basic fiction book is around 70,000+ so I wrote two fucking novels in six months length-wise. But I also wrote a bunch of other stuff. I wrote A Fragile World Between Sharp Teeth which I’m still absurdly in love with. Wrote two whole-ass Witcher fics this month and one Star Trek fic as well as some other WIPs.

By my calculations I wrote -drum roll- 233,383 words in 2023.

223,383 WORDS WRITTEN ARE YOU SHITTING ME

And actually followed through on a New Years Resolution.

I also forced myself out of my comfort zone in little ways. I pushed myself to take action on my health to try and figure out the cause of my chronic pain and while the diagnosis was a bummer as was getting diagnosed with diabetes on top of everything else this year, I am proud that I forced myself to do it. I also did silly things like bleached my hair and dyed it all manner of crazy colors.

I think for 2024 I’m going to try and hold myself accountable for my health. I desperately need to go back to therapy and as much as I hate to admit it, I need to join a gym and strengthen my body. It will be the best thing I can do for my RA if I can help strengthen my muscles and I think it will help with my pain levels. It just...it sounds like so much effort though and it scares me so we’ll see how that journey goes. I’m going to keep plugging away slowly but surely.

I’m also going to keep trying to write in 2024. I have so many fic ideas I want to write. I’m definitely not going to do anymore crazy fucking 100K fics again. It definitely takes a toll on me creatively and not going to lie, after a while it feels like I’m just kinda screaming into the void because the sad truth of the matter is, long-fic will turn readers off and they won’t click or interact with it. And eventually my imposter syndrome reared its ugly head and the last half of this year and trying to finish Seeds has been a slog for the most part and not one I enjoyed.

Now, I’m going to go pour myself a glass of Moscato, eat some stupidly expensive caprese salad and I think edit the first chapter of my Gallahir sequel. I think I might be able to get it up and posted today if I can edit the first chapter tonight. Thank you to all my tumblr buddies, both new and old who have stuck it out with me through everything. I love and appreciate y’all and I am hoping you all have a happier, more kinder year than 2023.