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threadsun · 11 months

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Freaking. HELL MAN!!! Okay. OKAY! Literally got me acting like a fool pacing the around the entire house because I literally CAN’T EVEN! Neighbors probably think I’m lookin crazy with all these wild gestures, freaking messing up food sounding like Hein the old wheezy dog from Howl’s Moving Castle, had me shout out a curse in disbelief, literally was just about to walk into the microwave door. Alright, I had to stop writing for a moment because I wound up having a seasoning packet explode on me because I was not functioning right. Why am I telling you that? You can’t tell when I start or stop writing but I DON’T KNOW! In any case, note to self: do not try to do things before reading your messages. AND I STILL HAVEN’T GONE PAST THE BLUE TEXT! Listen, I’m a very animated person because of how much I’ve performed in musical theatre so like, freaking looked like I was doing a whole cabaret show up in here. That went WAY harder than I expected it to be and apparently there are some things I didn’t know I wanted until you said it. So um, yeah, thanks for that! 🥵 Okay so MAYBE I did underestimate you JUST a tiny bit and didn’t think you could get me to react more than before, but each time you’ve been proving me wrong and this one just takes the cake! LISTEN, I’M TRYING to be strong and tough here, but pulling out stunts like that MAKE IT SO HARD 😂 But I’m not giving in yet! NOPE! NOT HAPPENING! NO SIR! I am STRONG! I am CAPABLE of not submitting. Tbh, I don’t even know how to respond back to what you said because every time I look at it, I let out a flustered laugh and my eyes shift away instinctively (*coughandwhatyousaidisalltruesoCOUGHCOUGHCOUGH*) So nope! Totally don’t want to be or go through ALL of those things! No way! 👀

NOICE! Glad to hear I’ve got a chance! 😊 But I’ve gotta respect your professionalism though, it definitely builds self confidence in yourself and your products/services! I used to have the issue of selling myself short and giving away services like readings for free because I didn’t think it was worth anything, plus I wanted to help others. Because I did that though, I ran myself ragged and wound up having to stop. By putting limits like a price or a time limit, it shows that what you have is valuable and takes up your own personal time to do to provide them goods. People wind up respecting you more and you can still take care of yourself. Even though I feel like I didn’t learn much in college, it’s in moments like these that I just go “Okay, maybe I DID learn alittle bit.” Lol!

But yeah, DEFINITELY too bold for Ian. He’s the perfect example of needing to learn to love yourself first before you love another. If he only found himself more deserving of love and took the brave step of cutting ties with toxic people in his life like his mom, maybe he would’ve found more confidence in the type of relationship that he and M/C shared. I’m sure that his route will be all about healing his traumas and self-worth. I’m about to buy all these guys blanket warmers and just bundle them up while watching Disney movies.

AW HELL YESSSSS! Freaking LIVE for stuff like that man! Just having your brain go blank every time he uses a trigger phrase and a dopey smile lands on your face. My brain keeps going ultra subby mode thinking about all the ways this could go. BRRRRRR. Phantom of the Opera creates hypnosis kinks? No wayyyy! Mirror scene where Christine gets hypnotized and her makeup turns all sultry the whole next scene with a dreamy expression? Gerald Butler? PSSH! No one finds THAT incredibly hot, no! 👀 And then SDJ is loosely BASED off of said Broadway show/book/movie? Ain’t no way someone’s who’s dream was to play Christine Daae since Nursery school and would involve her entire life on getting that role would EVER love a game like this! Oh, and Jack’s supposed to be the Phantom? The sexiest guy in the movie but also the most freaking deranged? BOI. POTO was my yandere gateway, I swear 😂

Anyways! Fireman AU! But yeah, it’s so weird how one moment sunshine is just talking normally, but the next they’re drooling all over themselves and- wait did they just moan out Jack’s name? They’re begging to be pounded into oblivion? Well, the firehouse can’t let down their favorite pet, can they? So they’ll be more than happy to oblige! “Sunshine, if you keep drooling like that, you’re going to make everyone believe you can’t live another day without my love filling you up~! Don’t you know how dangerous that is sunspot? You don’t even know how much I’d love to make you mine in front of everyone, but that’s okay! Puppies like you are GREAT learners, so I’m sure you’ll figure it out in no time!” M/C is just a blushing, incoherent puddle at that point between the triggers and the copious amounts of touching. NOM NOM NOM, I could eat hypnokink ALL DAY EVERY DAY!!! OOO! I can’t even imagine the types of punishments they’d receive!

YA GOT THIS!!! But I’ll get my tombstone ready. RIP me when it does come out 😂 YUS! Like Jasmine or white orchid or something for Ian. I honestly don’t think that Alan would have any type of super woodsy smell on him, he’d be just straight CAMPFIRE with some kind of grass mixed in. Literally just laid down on the ground and that’s his scent 😂

OO OO OO! Sounding like a monkey over here lol, but that sounds like FUN! I’m curious at how far I’d be able to go since I love the heat normally (ice cubes feel SOOOO freaking good)! But that massage oil sounds aMAZING too! GOD, I love kinks! There’s so much fun things you can do and just that rush of dopamine. UGH! Love it! There’s a sex shop downtown where I’m at that has a floor dedicated to kinky items and I felt like a kid at a candy store lol. Sadly, I’ve never got to do much since my last relationship was long distance for years until we moved in together for a bit and had no privacy so we didn’t get to do much. Plus my drive is fiendishly high while his was a lot lower so we didn’t match up well in that aspect, but it’s okay! But I remember talking a lot about what I would get the moment I had the chance! (*coughgotropesbutnevergottousethemcough*) In any case, you got me curious, what’s the sensations with electricity? I know for me, I’m scared of being shocked by static electricity during the winter so I’ve never considered it, but I’m sucker for trying new things soooo 😗

Oh thank goodness!!! I got scared for a moment there! Anxiety and people pleasing tendencies got my heart racing like a mad man lol! I gotcha though and I’m glad you’re having as much fun as I am~😉 Also tell Moon that I’m eating up that whole discussion over on their blog! I normally pop on over because I love their writing too, but I saw how they’re discussing how certain parts of the fandom were acting ridiculous between the audio and Nick’s design and I was just like “YES! GO OFF!” 👏 😂 D’Awwww! \(//∇//)\ I got da SMOOCHES! Thank you Sun for trusting me to speak up and reassuring me that it’s all good 🩵 But noooooo, I’m not too neeeeeedy~! I’m a STRONG woman and I ain’t kneeling down to any dom! 😜

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It's cute, how easily flustered you get from just a few words~ And to think, you thought you knew what you were getting into? But as I said, you just need to meet a proper dom who knows you better than you know yourself. Who'll open your eyes to all those filthy little kinks you've been pretending not to notice. Someone who can tell that you want to be a helpless princess reduced to nothing more than a desperate whore, so eager for the approval of her dom that she'll accept any punishment and thank them for it.

Exactly, Ian needs to learn to love himself and also learn to trust mc to tell him how they feel. He's just got a whole boatload of trauma to work through and unlearn, and I hope his route is us getting to help him with that, because he deserves it!!

God yeah Phantom is sooooooo good for hypnokink~ Everything about Music of the Night is just 😘👌 perfect! Jack would definitely be the one to hypnotise you into becoming the perfect pet for the whole fire station crew. He'd scramble your brain so much, you'd truly believe you were a dog with no purpose other than to please them. He'd have you getting desperate and horny the moment you heard his voice. Hypnokink Jack is divine!!

Oooh Jasmine is a nice one for Ian!! Alan definitely smells like he took a nap in the grass next to a campfire. Man's just smoky and grassy and definitely hasn't showered in weeks.

Kinks are so fun!!! My first few introductions to kink were... not ideal. But when I got back into it at 18, it was with friends that I trusted and properly organised community events and stuff which was much better!! And now I've been in it for years and have dedicated my career to it :3c I feel very lucky that I get to do that tbh, it's not the most lucrative thing but it's fun and fulfilling!!

As for electricity, hmmmm... depends on what you're using and the voltage. A tens unit, for example, is kinda just tingly and buzzy because the pads are directly on your skin. Though if you turn it up enough, it'll also make your muscles tense/twitchy which can be fun if you're safe about it. A violet wand, on the other hand, doesn't actually touch the skin and instead creates sparks between the wand and your skin. So that feels a little more like a sharp, stinging pain. Almost like the world's tiniest, thinnest whip. It can also leave a tingly feeling afterwards if it's a higher voltage. But yeah, really depends on the type of electricity. A shock collar sometimes makes your blood feel like it's fizzing/bubbly and it's definitely a much harder (and less safe) form of estim. But violet wands, which is what most people think of when they think of electricity play, are mostly just delightfully sharp pain~

Don't worry, I'm very direct! I don't vaguepost, and if I did then I'd be like "this IS a vaguepost" in the tags lmao I'm not good at subtlety. Rest assured, though, I'm having plenty of fun~ And Moon said they're glad people have been taking it well!! We both feel strongly about the way people have been treating Sauce and the team, so it's good to know it really is just a vocal minority who are entitled bullies. Of course smooches!! Smooches for a strong, capable woman who just so happens to want to be forced onto her knees and used~

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sohemotional · 2 years

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Summary: Years after the tragic death of their father, Santana asks Rachel to join her on a mission to save their missing mother before it’s too late. Despite being from a family of hunters, Santana can’t seem to resist the allure of a seductive blonde, blue-eyed enchantress called Brittany along the way. Inspired by Supernatural.

Pairing: Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce

Genre: Romance/Fantasy

Rating: M

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Chapter 1: Carry On, My Wayward Daughter

When she came to, the sexiest woman Santana had ever seen had ensconced herself on her lap, her hot breaths tickling her neck. The roads sure could be lonely and maybe the way she was burning up inside at the slightest touch from this woman was a sign that Santana hadn’t had proper human contact in a long time.

It was difficult to ignore the dull ache between her legs that was becoming more intense as piercing blue eyes locked onto hers and there was the tiniest, teasing smirk on her lips as if she knew the kind of predicament Santana was in. The little minx was doing this on purpose.

“Whoa, hold up there, Miss. What do you think you’re doing?“ Santana yelped to Brittany’s breasts as the blonde practically shoved her chest in her face. “It’s not even my birthday!"

The blonde let out a soft, tinkling laugh that had no right being as adorable as it was. Brittany was entirely distracting. Everything about her was just so sweet and alluring that Santana had to take a deep breath and close her eyes to remember the task at hand. Sure she was seriously hot and sticky downstairs but blondie wasn’t going to get the best of her just because blondie had the sexiest body known to mankind.

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Lima, Ohio, October 31st, 1984

“Santana, it’s time for bed. I know how much you love these shows but you can play detective tomorrow.”

Reuben Lopez was a handsome man of average height with a lean and compact but athletic build from years of training his body and a deep, raspy voice. The brown-haired, olive-skinned man who was in his mid-forties with some light stubble on his face, stood by watching his ten year-old daughter with amusement. The small girl sat on the carpeted floor of the Lopez living room with her knees pulled up to her chest, her eyes still glued to the murder mystery she was watching. Reuben narrowed his eyes at her with a serious frown that suggested he meant business.

Though Santana’s skin and hair were a much darker tone, the man’s sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and arched eyebrows were identical to his daughter’s as she scowled back at him. Her small nose, chin and ears were just copies of her father’s features, as were the dimples that deepened on their cheeks when they smiled. Their body language constantly mirrored each other’s. Even the way they both crossed their arms over their chest and popped their necks when they were arguing was identical.

Her dad was equally invested in the show and Santana knew that. She was chewing absently on a mini dark chocolate bar she took out of the huge bag of candies she had accumulated that night, still dressed in the all black cowboy costume with the hat, boots and six-pointed, star-shaped sheriff's badge she had insisted on wearing. He wasn't too impressed by the horror movies they had been watching earlier. Santana imitated her dad and declared she wasn't scared of any of them either, despite burying her face in the cushion a few times during the most terrifying moments and suppressing a shiver.

“It’s obviously that guy. He’s the killer. Why can’t they see the obvious?” She complained, frowning at the serious expression on her dad’s face as he stared her down. “No! I don’t want to go to bed! It's Halloween!”

“Hey, hey, none of that sass, Kitten,” He chuckled as she continued to give him that grumpy stare. “Did you practice your knife fighting techniques today like I asked?”

“Yes, Dad,” Santana mumbled, annoyed. She could never figure out why her father always asked her to do these insane things that no other kid’s parents would expect of them. It was always something related to martial arts, archery, knife fighting, or guns. "Of course I did. For the millionth time..."

Eventually, he gave her this look, his brown eyes flashing warningly. Santana sighed, turning the TV off and held his hand as he led her upstairs. Reuben was the only one who could always get Santana to behave, even during her worst tempers. On their way to Santana’s bedroom, they passed by the nursery. Reuben and his wife, Selena, had painted bright yellow and pink flowers all over the ivory walls.

Santana let go of her dad’s hand, running up to her mother. A short, slim and petite woman with rich brown skin, long black hair that curled to her shoulders, the softest dark eyes, full lips and a very beautiful, oval-shaped face smiled softly at the sight of them. She was wearing a long sundress with a floral print. Santana instantly wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist.

“Mami!” The ten year-old shouted happily.

“Shh Santana, your baby sister’s already asleep,” she put a finger to her lips, gesturing to a very small, brown-haired baby in the crib wearing a onesie with a bright yellow star pattern. Santana pouted and made a face at the pretty, chubby-cheeked baby who only squirmed, a funny expression on her goofy, tiny face as she was dreaming. Selena wrapped her eldest daughter who was leaning into her in a sideways hug.

Selena chuckled softly when the baby began to fuss, picking her up and kissing her forehead before laying her back down in the crib.

“I know it’s a big change for you, being a big sister. It’s a lot to get used to,” Selena chuckled at Santana’s unamused, slightly jealous expression. “Your dad and I still love you too, Mija.”

Santana yawned, still pouting as the baby woke up, blinking and grabbing for Selena. The baby began to fuss when Selena let Santana hold her briefly and she had some serious lung power already when she screamed, despite being only less than two months' old. Santana winced and held her away from her, just staring at the baby dumbfounded. Rachel was a very loud and demanding baby most of the time, always being dramatic over the smallest things although Reuben had pointed out that Santana herself was just as loud when she was the same age.

“Shh, Rach calm down,” Reuben laughed, taking baby Rachel from Selena who was trying to soothe her and rocking her in his arms until she relaxed again, already so attached to her father. “Santana, be gentle. Just smile at her. No need for that scowl.”

“I don’t like her. Why do we need another daughter?”

“She’s only a baby, Kitten,” Reuben responded with an eyeroll at his pouting older daughter. “You’ll change your mind one day, I promise. Rach will be your best friend. Soon she’ll be big enough to play dolls with you.”

“I don’t want to play with her.” Santana grumbled with a pout as she watched her parents with stubborn eyes that were shaped identically to her mother’s and had the same inky, coal dark colour. Reuben and Selena just smiled at her, rolling their eyes affectionately and walked Santana into her room after Rachel had been put back into her crib.

Minutes later Santana pushed back her sheets and got out of bed, hearing the voices of her parents having a serious argument. She pressed her ear up against the wall curiously. She knew she wasn’t supposed to listen in when they were having these serious, adult conversations but it had never stopped her from spying on her parents.

“Reuben, I just don’t understand why Santana needs to know all these things. She’s only a little girl. She’s not ready... I think she should forge her own path.”

“A little girl who’s going to grow up one day and have to deal with everything I’m going through. She needs to know how to defend herself.”

“But why? She doesn’t have to go through all the things you did. That’s why we moved here. That’s why you took my last name. We planned everything so that this wouldn’t have to be their life.”

“I know,” Santana’s father sighed sadly. “But they’ll never be able to get away from this completely. It’s their destiny.”

Santana blinked in confusion, in a shocked daze as she walked back to her bed, getting in and pulling the covers up to her chin. Her mind raced as she thought of the possibilities and her throat felt dry as she shivered. Her heart pounded painfully against her chest as icy fear gripped her. Her parents were hiding something from her. Something that could change her life. After tossing and turning for a long time, she squeezed her eyes shut, gripping her pillow tightly and was finally able to doze off in a troubled sleep. She had never been able to sleep easily.

Unbeknownst to Santana, Selena was restless as well, thinking about the talk she had just had with her husband. He had yet to come to bed. The baby monitor was on and Selena could hear Rachel’s gentle, steady breathing, then all of a sudden the vague sound of a voice humming a lullaby. Selena blinked, wondering why her husband was in the nursery again after they had finally managed to get Rachel to sleep.

She crept out into the hallway in her sleepy, disoriented state and noticed the figure in a dark cloak standing beside Rachel’s crib. She let out a sigh of relief at first. Then she heard the TV playing down in the living room and her heart leapt into her throat when she saw Reuben’s head lolling back against the couch as he dozed lightly. She was so terrified that she couldn’t even scream as she made her way back into the nursery with her husband's baseball bat held in her hand.

The being turned around and there were yellow, inhuman eyes watching her then, a terrifying smirk on its lips as it faced her. Selena screamed for her husband and backed out of the room. She needed to protect her girls.

“Reuben! Come quick!”

Santana heard her mother’s scream followed by her father’s booming voice as he bolted upstairs, Rachel's piercing cries, then the sound of a gun firing a few rounds. Her blood went cold, terrified as she got out of her little bed and her stomach felt sick. She steeled herself, running down the hallway to look for her parents.

She gasped in horror, seeing her father pinned to the wall of the nursery, dark red stains seeping through his t-shirt that were unmistakably his own blood. Santana crept closer to him as he began to say something to her through a sob, in a broken voice. “Santana…Santana I love you. Kitten, please always protect your mom and your sister… your sister... she needs you.”

Santana didn’t understand why he was telling her all this but it was terrifying her. Selena appeared and grabbed the girl's small arm, pulling her away as the flames reached Reuben’s body and she screamed, seeing her father burning. Selena’s face was white with fear as she grabbed a blanket in an attempt to out the fire.

“I have to help him. Take your sister and get out of here. Run! Go, Santana!” She placed baby Rachel into Santana’s arms and the little girl didn’t think twice before following her mother’s orders as Selena frantically phoned for help. Santana could barely breathe, her skin burning and her eyes watering as she made her way down the stairs, the flames creeping closer and smoke rising higher.

Rachel was crying and clinging to her. Flames leapt out at her as something exploded and Santana yelped, shielding the baby with her body as she fell on her knees onto the wooden floor. She scrapped the skin on her legs and her arm got burned but she ignored the pain, getting back up. The Lopez’s sprawling mansion was so big that it felt like it took forever before she was able to make it to the front door, crawling close to the ground and trying not to drop Rachel.

Somehow she made it outside, the baby still wailing and tears rolling down her own cheeks as she kept looking for her parents, wondering when they would emerge from the house. She heard sirens getting louder and a fire engine pulled up. The firefighters began struggling to control the flames while one stayed behind, examining Santana and Rachel for injuries. Eventually, another one of them made his way out, carrying Selena in his arms, her face ghostly pale.

“Where’s dad? Is he okay?” Santana piped up after a while, as Selena continued to stare off into the distance with that vacant expression in her eyes her daughter had never seen before in a state of complete shock. Selena looked at her finally after not replying for a long time, her lip curling and her chin crumpling as she cried openly. Santana had never seen her mother crying and didn’t know how to respond, tears coming to her own eyes. Selena wrapped Santana and Rachel up in a hug, holding the girls close.

“He’s gone. He died in my arms. Santana, we lost your father.”

New York City, Present Day - September 5th, 2005

Santana drove along the almost empty stretch of highway for another half an hour. She had been driving for what felt like an eternity and her mind began to drift. Her father had died twenty-one years ago but the memory of that night was still vivid in her memories, keeping her awake at night and many times when she was driving alone.

In a way, they had lost both parents on the night their house had been engulfed in flames. Her once soft, gentle mother - a housewife who loved slow dancing with her husband and had a beautiful singing voice - had turned into a watered down version of their father. Her mother who had soft hands, had never held a gun before and used to smell so sweet and feminine now was relentless about pursuing any supernatural enemy.

In some ways, they had lost their mother at the same time as their father and then when Rachel left for college, it was like Santana had lost her sister as well. As much as she would never admit it, Santana missed Rachel. Now that Selena Lopez had been missing for such a long time, the loneliness was hitting her harder than ever before.

One thing was for certain, she had to get mom back and she knew just the person to help her make that happen. The only person who understood. The Lopezes had more money than they knew what to do with but at this point, money might have been all that they had. Santana’s relationship with her father, though strained at times, was something she felt guilty about.

She had never forgiven him fully in her heart or told him she did care about him despite their arguments. She missed his sassy comebacks. He had been their protector and now there was nothing she could count on for protection except her own smarts and her gun.

It was difficult for her to see Rachel as anything other than the tiny little girl with the chubby cheeks and sweet smile she had known for most of her life. Selena had been away so much that Santana had practically raised Rachel, the age gap between them obvious as Santana was forced in some ways to become a parent to the little girl in addition to being her big sister.

Santana smirked at the way the little NYADA girls all looked at her nervously and scampered away, a few of the bolder blondes stopping to check her out. Those were reactions she always looked forward to getting on the rare occasions when she drove over to Rachel’s college. The girls were giggling and clumsy, no doubt drunk off of their minds from partying all night. Santana easily picked the lock when she found the right room, getting into the dorm without a struggle and announced her presence in a loud, obnoxious manner.

"Rise and shine, Rach! Surprise visit!"

She was silent and awestruck at first by how much Rachel had grown, at how much her face resembled their mother’s when she finally saw her.

“Who’s there?!” Rachel whipped around, shrieking as she heard someone moving around her apartment.

Santana yelped, dodging as Rachel aimed a huge bust of Barbra Streisand at her, using it as a weapon. “What the fuck. Really, Rachel?”

The shorter brunette sighed in relief at realizing it was just her sister, putting down the object and clutching her chest, trying to catch her breath as her heart rate slowed. Then Rachel furrowed her brows and pursed her lips angrily as her dark brown eyes narrowed.

“Santana? Oh my goodness! What on Earth are you doing here in the middle of the night?”

“Is that any kind of welcome for your big sister?” Santana chuckled, holding her arms open to mockingly offer Rachel a hug while wriggling her eyebrows. “Thought I was gonna catch you with a boyfriend in here, Rachie, enjoying the college experience and all that but since you’re you I should have known that would never happen.”

“What do you really want? I know you didn’t just come here to visit me. You never visit.” Rachel sniffed, taking on a hostile tone but keeping her voice low. “And keep it down, please. My roommate is in her bedroom.”

Santana ignored her accusation but winced because she knew it was true. She hadn’t been around to visit Rachel in a year and had rarely seen her during her previous college years. She hadn’t been able to get over her resentment towards her younger sibling for not joining herself and their mother in the “family business.”

“Whatever. Look, I’ll cut to the chase. Mom’s on a hunting trip and I haven’t heard from her in weeks. It’s weird.”

Rachel frowned in concern, pausing and paying more attention to Santana’s words now after her previous outburst.

“Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. That’s what scares me,” Santana’s brow knit together and she shoved her hands into her pockets, looking down at her boots. “She’s experienced with this stuff and it wouldn’t be the first time Mom got stuck fighting something in some ghost town in the middle of nowhere but this time, my gut tells me it’s more serious.”

“What can we do to help her? Should we call the police?”

“We’re the only ones who can find her at this point and we really don't want the feds knowing our secrets. You know that.”

A door creaked open and they both flinched, relieved when they realized it was just Rachel’s freaky roommate peeking her head out of the door curiously. Santana had met her once or twice before. Despite the fact that she and her sister had seen their share of otherworldly things in their lifetime, Rachel had always thought something was odd about Tina Cohen-Chang - something about the paleness of her skin and her mysterious presence - she’d disappear for days at times and then return, as quiet as ever with her same nervous stutter she never seemed to get over.

Of course, her all-black, gothic style also made her look a little scarier than ever but the sisters assumed Tina was stuck in her teenage rebellion stage still. Pretty lame, was what Santana had said while trash talking the girl.

Rachel glanced over at Tina and then back at Santana nervously. The girl was as sickly pale as always, wearing a black nightgown - of course she would be, Santana thought - and had deep black circles around her eyes. She was holding a green toy lightsaber threateningly.

“What’s happened? Do you have someone over, Rachel?” The girl asked, rubbing her eyes as she took in the sight of Santana. “I was so scared… I heard all this noise and thought someone had broken in!”

“It’s nothing, Tina. My sister just dropped by for an... unexpected visit. We’re sorry to wake you up.”

Tina's expression darkened when she recognized the woman standing before them.

“Oh…greetings, Santana. Haven't seen you around for a while.”

Santana grunted irritably, not bothering to give her a verbal response.

Tina glared at Santana, who narrowed her eyes at her in return. They had a mutual dislike of each other and that much had never changed. Rachel rolled her eyes when Santana continued to glower, grabbing the edge of Santana’s sleeve and pulling her away then keeping her voice as quiet as possible as she reprimanded her.

“Now’s not the time for an argument. You are thirty-one and she’s twenty-one, Santana. Can’t you be a little more mature?”

“Whatever. Should have known you’d be all holier than thou at your fancy Broadway school. Are you coming with me on this trip or not?”

“What? Now?! Hunting with you?! I literally have a Funny Girl audition first thing on Monday morning! It’s… I’ve been waiting for this moment for my entire life.”

Santana held up a finger to silence her, her expression becoming serious as she pressed her lips together.

“Is that more important than Mom’s life?”

Rachel froze and stopped herself mid-rant, a sad, worried look in her brown eyes as the realization of how serious the situation was settled in. As much as she had always had playing Fanny Brice as her number one goal in life, she loved her mother more than anything in the world. Santana was right about this.

“No. Never… you know that. I just… didn’t realize she was in so much trouble. Of course not, Santana. I’ll go with you to find her,” Rachel sighed heavily, grabbing some clothes. “I just… need some time to pack. This is all so sudden. I wasn’t exactly planning on my sister showing up in the middle of the night.”

Of course Rachel would be this high-maintenance, even when they were going on a demon hunting trip. Santana waited for Rachel to shower and pack, lying back on the couch sprawled out with her arms folded behind her head. She kept a suspicious eye on Tina who was wandering around the small dorm nervously.

Santana’s brow furrowed, confused as Tina eventually slipped out of the door, fully dressed in an all black dress, having changed out of her nightgown. Part of her wondered where the girl could be going in the middle of the night but this was also Cohen-Chang, who had always been very strange. Maybe she was going to hook up with that equally annoying long-time dancer boyfriend Santana had always seen her with.

“You’re seriously expecting me to carry all of this, aren’t you?” Santana bristled but eventually relented, taking the heavy suitcase from Rachel that seemed to hold all her possessions. “You don't need all of this makeup and crap. Fine, whatever. Let’s just go.”

Rachel wrinkled her nose when they walked out onto the street corner, staring at the bright red Dodge Viper in disapproval as Santana popped open the trunk.

“You still have Daddy’s car? Do you really think the two of us driving around in this… monstrosity is the best idea if we want to be incognito?”

“Just get in the fucking car, Rachel,” Santana grumbled, annoyed at the “I know better than you” way Rachel often spoke to her. The shorter girl always had to be right about everything and Santana was already sick of her attitude. “Don’t argue with me right now when I’ve already had it up to here. Didn’t you hear what I said? Mom is on a trip and I haven’t been able to reach her in weeks.”

“Did I miss something? Are we going to war with all this heavy artillery?” Rachel questioned, arching an eyebrow as she observed the array of rifles, shotguns, bowie knives, and bandoliers stored in the trunk.

“We can never be too safe. You know that.” Santana shrugged, shoving in Rachel’s belongings and closing the trunk, then getting into the driver’s seat.

They continued driving in silence for an hour or two and Santana smirked as she heard Rachel’s stomach growl. Her younger sister groaned in embarrassment.

Santana noticed Rachel shifting around uncomfortably after a while and chuckled at the tense look on her sister’s face. Rachel remained silent but continued to squirm.

“What, Rachel? Do you need to pee?”

Rachel nodded almost imperceptibly, annoyed at Santana’s teasing. Of course her sister would make a big deal out of it but it wasn’t like she could help it.

“Alright fine, we’ll stop at this place nearby. We’ve been driving since forever. Whatever you do, don’t think about flowing wet things…waterfalls, babbling brooks, running water… ”

Rachel gave Santana a death glare as she made hissing noises at her.

“Santana, you are the worst person I’ve ever met.”

They made it to a gas station and the brown-haired girl was repulsed by having to use their bathroom but too desperate to argue, muttering angrily at Santana when she laughed at her. Minutes later, Rachel was giving Santana a disgusted look from the passenger seat as she showed up with several large bags of cheap potato chips, two large, greasy looking submarine sandwiches in wrappers, beef jerky and two large bottles of soda. She practically threw one of the massive subs into Rachel’s lap and the small brunette yelped, jerking back as if she had thrown a live, hissing snake at her.

“Well, eat up, Rachie. Didn’t you say you were hungry just now?”

“No thank you, Santana. I can’t eat…this!” Rachel was both exhausted and starving at this point. "Haven't you heard that people get botulism from this type of food?!"

“What’s wrong? Too prim and proper for good old gas station food?”

Santana snickered as Rachel continued to glower at her, the smaller girl taking a small bite of her sandwich and making a disgusted face.

“You don’t even like this stuff either, Santana. As a matter of fact, I know you hate it as much as I do. I know you’re just trying to torment me and it’s not gonna work.”

Santana just shrugged, taking a bite and trying not to gag.

“Yeah, I guess I don’t like it but you’re really fun to torment.”

Rachel groaned, throwing the balled up wrapper at Santana’s head and began flipping through the cardboard box she found by her feet.

“You still have cassettes? Kansas, ZZTop, Van Halen… Santana, this music is so old and it’s all screaming. This is dad’s stuff.”

“Okay, rule number one, Rachie, if you’re going to be in my car: driver picks the music, shotgun shuts her cakehole.” Santana snickered, turning the volume up on full blast for a while. Rachel shot a death glare at her, crossing her arms over her chest and she eventually turned it off when it became a little too deafening even for her.

“What’s wrong with you now? Gonna criticize something else about me or my car?” Santana asked, perturbed by the way the girl was staring at her as they drove on. The shorter, brown-haired girl took a deep breath.

“Nothing... it’s just like seeing him in you all the time. I don’t remember anything about Daddy except what we saw in the photos Mami hid in the closet and those home videos she got mad at us for finding but it’s kind of haunting seeing him in you all the time,” Rachel admitted. “You don’t have to do everything Daddy did, you know. It’s like you’re just trying to be him.”

“Whatever. I know you don’t care about this family but someone has to keep Dad’s memory alive.” Santana snarled, getting annoyed.

“Since when do I not care about this family, Santana?” Rachel argued, her voice becoming more furious. “Everything I’ve done has been to represent this family in the best possible light. You’re the one who used to criticize Daddy’s methods all the time and now you’re suddenly his biggest fan?”

“Whatever. Look, that’s the hotel Mom told me she was staying at in her last message.”

Santana drove them into the classy looking hotel and checked them in, Rachel frowning when the older sister pulled out a fake credit card and grinned innocently, chatting the pretty, blonde female receptionist up. She didn’t argue as it got them into the hotel but began to interrogate her in the elevator in a hushed voice.

“Fake credit cards? Really?” She whispered, shaking her head disapprovingly. Santana just shrugged.

“Hey, we do what we have to do. Fake identities and all that. You know the drill.”

Rachel watched as Santana glanced around the hallway to make sure they weren’t being watched before using a piece of paper to get into the room their mother had been in. There were a bunch of newspaper articles scattered all around the room and a thick ring of salt on the carpet encircled the bed in the center. A heavy, worn-looking book with yellowing-pages was lying on top of the sheets. There were a series of other amulets, shells, crucifixes, wind chimes and witch bottles on every surface.

Santana picked up a cat’s eye shell, examining it. “She was here for sure. Salt everywhere and all these amulets. Mom needed protection against something. Looks like she left her journal here as well. Must have been in a rush to get away from something.”

Rachel looked over Santana’s shoulder as she read aloud from the book, finding the page it was open to that had a clip from a newspaper article stapled to it. It was something about a college girl who had recently been murdered in a grisly, horrific incident. Apparently the fourth one in as many weeks in this area of town.

“It’s Handsome Harry. This is his work, obviously.” Santana muttered, grimacing as she read more from the black, heavy journal.

“What are you talking about?”

“Handsome Harry. Mom mentioned this ghost a while back but I guess she was never able to catch him. Dude just goes around in a dapper suit seducing these desperate women, getting them all alone where they’re most vulnerable and then killing them mercilessly. The rumours say his girl cheated on him so this is his revenge. It’s safe to say all of the murders in this area recently were him.”

“That’s terrible.”

“It is. We’ve got to put some bullets in this motherfucker once and for all and send him off to rot in hell where he belongs.”

Rachel nodded, wincing as she read the details of how the women had been killed. She hadn’t been involved in the so-called “Family Business” for a while and she sat down on the edge of the bed, the shock of everything that was going on getting to her. It was all so sudden, just when she had been immersed completely in college life, finally making a name for herself.

“Don’t tell me you’re wimping out on me already, Rachie.”

“I’m not.” Rachel insisted, though she was still breathing heavily. They gathered their things and any of Selena’s possessions they could find, carefully closing the door behind them and going up to their own hotel room. Rachel sighed in relief, lying back on the clean, made up bed. The last thing she wanted to do was think about demons, ghouls and ghosts after she thought she had left the world of the supernatural behind forever when she chose to go to have a normal college life but now she was once again caught up in the chaos.

#Brittana #Santana Lopez #Brittany S. Pierce #Brittany Pierce #Brittana fanfiction #Supernatural AU #Brittana AU #Rachel Berry #Santana Lopez and Rachel Berry #Glee #AWSID #my fics #Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce

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This one was good. Truly and honestly good. He played right into that barfly attitude and oversharing debutante that was expected of someone in his occupation. But Flynn couldn’t help but notice just how thick it was truly going to get. For a few moments he wasn’t entirely sure that this man hadn’t known him for just a few moments the way he spoke to him. So full of confidence and vigor. Grandeur stepped into place as the drinks made their way into his hands and the bar keep. A true masterpiece he’d managed to weave, making Flynn feel as though he’d really been seen by this man. Almost too well.

His hand gripped the shot first and obliged his company as his tongue ran along the inside of the cup and he sucked out it’s contents. Not the cleanest or sexiest shot to be taking but there was an old Hollywood horror theme strewn throughout their surroundings. How could he have been embarrassed at all? And thankfully, perhaps not so much for the man before him, but that little spat pushed any and all thoughts about how he looked right out the window. Without thinking he slipped the mini sized jell-o cup onto the bar and picked up the glass instead. Flynn watched with curious fascination as the two more or less had a pissing content, over what, he couldn’t exactly say, but the tension was thick. And even when this Jacob turned back towards him, there was no mistaking he was pissed. Even as cool as he delivered that exit, snatching his jacket as he walked out, there was something there. Flynn knocked back the rest of the glass’ contents and moved to follow after him. “Not going to finish?” The other male asked curiously, almost as if trying to bait him into staying. Why? Flynn politely shook his head and he too pulled back on his jacket from where he had sat. “Town is going to wear me down too quickly with all this excitement.” His tone was a bit more sarcastic than he’d intended but it landed the same still. “Can’t give it my all in one night. It’s paid for. Toss it.” He pulled his arm through the last sleeve and turned towards the door as he reached in back and pulled the jacket the rest of the way on as he exited. “Drink it. Whatever.” He threw his hand up in thanks and walked back out into the cooler air. He couldn’t have been in there that long. Still, he shrugged and looked both ways, hoping to catch a glimpse of that dark hair, illuminated with moonlight. His hands tucked into the pockets in the front of his jeans as he teetered off the steps of the bar and moved onto the sidewalk. A few people passed by, giving him a second look as they did. That’s not obvious. Flynn strained, peeking over a few more heads but still didn’t catch a glimpse. Perhaps he’d actually meant what he said and headed in to watch that ridiculous movie. In this ridiculous town. With this ridiculous themed party going on for no other reason other than they could. Flynn sighed softly and took to the route of the next small group headed for the fair stalls and rather obnoxiously sized movie projector. “Maybe.” He breathed, swaying slightly as he walked, just trying to not draw more attention than as absolutely necessary. “Maybe if I were tall, dark and mysterious I’d want to be ...” His tongue clicked the back of his teeth and his eyes scanned the surroundings again. “Clever bastard ... where did you go?”

Dodger sat on top of the closed dumpster, swinging his feet back and forth. He felt better, more centered after drinking from his blood flask, but couldn’t muster up the energy to go back into the bar. He knew Wyatt would be waiting with a lecture for him. It wasn’t his fault that he reacted within his nature. And it wasn’t like he flung himself over the bar to bite the new resident. He had behaved himself. He hadn’t lost control. Yet Wyatt would never see it that way. He never did. Dodger understood why he was sent here with a human but sometimes he resented the man. They never had been able to understand each other.

His head snapped up at the wonderful scent of the said newbie as he exited the bar and Dodger watched from the shadows of the alley as he walked down the street. His emotions were so easy to see. The man was looking for Dodger, trying to find where he had ran off to. Hope was a dangerous feeling for someone like him to have for something like Dodger but it was here. The man was hopeful, determined even, to find him.

Well. Dodger tucked his flask into his pocket and hopped off of the dumpster.

Let the game begin.

He stalked out of the alley silently, a predator stalking his prey. He kept a healthy distance from him. Dodger didn’t need to see him to track him. Tall, dark, and mysterious. Dodger smirked, a thrill running through his body at the man’s words. Oh yes, he was built to be tempting, intriguing, to lure his prey in with beauty. “Let’s see how much you want me,” He whispered under his breath.

The man walked towards the park. Dodger cut left and made his way in before the human had. He pulled up the hood of his jacket, covering his hair. He moved through the crowd with ease and headed towards the back of the park where it was less crowded. The projector was set up back there. There was a small building where the workers maintained all of the equipment for their movie nights. He turned over a garbage can and used it to leverage himself up towards the ladder. From there it was an easy climb to the roof. He sat on the edge far enough away to not fuck with the projecting light, and sat, waiting.

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spacebarnes · 3 years

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TOM AND Y/N BEING A GOOFY AND ADORABLE COUPLE FOR EIGHT MINUTES STRAIGHT.

SUMMARY: when a video has your name, it catches your full attention.

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: none, just fluff.

A/N: I saw this on youtube and immediately knew I had to do it with some of my favs, so this came out! I want to do it with Sebastian and even with some more, tell me if you want me to do it with someone! as I always say, english is not my first language so I hope this is good! take care of yourself pls! (not my gif)

the sun was beginning to disappear and the last rays of it filtered through the thin white curtains that the apartment had. it was a warm day, but it was beginning to get dark and the cold wind was beginning to appear.

Tom was on the Spider-Man 3 set and you were sitting on the couch with a big black blanket, a bag of jelly beans and the remote control in your hand pressing buttons while you were looking for what to watch on YouTube. a video appeared with the title "Tom and Y / N being a goofy and adorable couple for eight minutes straight." and without a doubt, you said to put it.

the first clip was a instastorie which was recorded by Chris Hemsworth on the set of Infinity War. first Chris's face would appear and then the camera would flip over to show Tom and you sitting side by side laughing at something that was showing up on your phone.

"what are you doing?" Mark Ruffalo's voice was heard from the side of the camera.

"I'm recording teenage love." Chris said and with his fingers he zoomed in on the screen making the camera get closer to you two. "teenage love, teenage love." he began to say the words with some melody, creating a rhythm.

°•

"stop recording me, Tom." you said while applying a little gloss to your lips, you had seen by the reflection of the mirror that Tom was recording.

"i can't, you look so gorgeous." he said without stopping recording, then he stood by your side and I wait for you to finish applying the gloss.

you closed the small container and settled down next to him, feeling how he passed his free hand around your waist. "damn, we look good." when you put your direct view in the mirror, you could see how good you two looked. Tom wore a black suit and a sky blue tie that matched your dress, while you carried a small bag and black heels to match it.

"we do, we do." agreed with you without stopping recording. "'key, let's do a little dance, go!" this took you by surprise and you made the first move that came to your mind, which was to clench your two fists and make circles with them at the height of your shoulders.

after a few seconds, the two of you started laughing and that story was posted on your boyfriend's instagram.

°•

since the quarantine had begun, the activity that the two of you did most was listening to new artists to discover new music.

Permanent Vacation by 5 Seconds Of Summer played in the background as you two danced and jumped non-stop. the smiles were not erased from your faces and that was a moment when everyone could tell that they were soulmates.

in a slip, you slipped and fell straight to the floor, causing Tom to stop dancing to quickly check if you were okay. "darling, are you okay?" He knelt before you and took your hand. "you are so dumb." he said with a smile as he helped you stand up.

"excuse me?"

°•

"so do you have any tradition with your family for Christmas?" Jimmy asked, putting his mug on his desk.

"with my family no, but with [Y/N] i do." when he answered and your name was named, the crowd started to make noise. "we wake up and the first thing that we do it's bake cakes." he said simply and a small smile formed on his face.

"cakes? tell us more." the interviewer encouraged him.

"so, we bake two cakes, one for the dinner with the family and other just for us." he explained with hand movements. "then we decorate it and finally we sit down to watch The Grinch while we eat the cake." the smile on his face grew bigger when he heard the "aw" from the entire audience.

"that's really sweet and sounds fun." Jimmy told him with a smile.

°•

the countless interviews Tom had to do since Spider-Man: Far From Home came out kept the two of you apart. actually now he was playing with his cast friends and he wasn't doing an interview, but there was a surprise for him.

you felt nervous after not having seen him for a few months, because even though they lived together, you had to fly to Canada to be with your family and not feel alone while he was filming.

"alright, so." Jacob switched cards so he could read the following sentence to Tom and Jake, who were wearing loud music headphones. "[Y/N] ...

"what?" Tom interrupted him not understanding what he was saying.

"are we sure that he is gonna understand?" Zendaya looked at the production and then went back to reading the card. "[Y/N] is here."

"who is here?" Jake asked and brought his hands to the sides of his ears to press the headphones further. "i don't get the name."

"[Y/N] is here!" Jacob yelled at them, hoping they could understand the sentence. you appeared in the room, but you stayed where the light was not so strong so that they could not see you and you waited for the producer's signal to appear.

"wait, what?" Tom asked again. "say it slow."

"oh my god." Zendaya rolled her eyes when she saw that he wasn't understanding. "your girlfriend it's here!"

"your girlfriend it's here!" Jake guessed for Tom and did a little victory dance before removing his headphones.

"you have a girlfriend, Jake? i didn't know that." the brunette said with surprise as he took off his headphones. immediately everyone started laughing and he looked at them without understanding what was happening. "i don't get it."

"who's gonna tell him?" Jacob asked and looked at the people behind the cameras.

"tell me what?" Holland asked not understanding what they meant. you started to move forward until everyone except Tom could see you.

"that i'm here, dumbass." you spoke and you saw how quickly your boyfriend's head turned to be able to see you with surprise.

"stop playing, are you a hologram?" he asked in disbelief as he got up from the chair so he could approach you and put his hands on his waist. "you're not."

"i'm not, i'm really here." you said and put your two hands on his cheeks and then get closer and be able to kiss him after so long apart.

°•

"can anyone tell him that Isaac Lahey is a character and does not exist in real life?" your voice was heard on the speaker of your phone while you were recording Tom, who had gotten up from the couch and was right now at the kitchen counter. "because Tom got jealous of him."

"you said that he is hot!" your boyfriend's scream was heard from the kitchen.

"so what? you think Lydia is pretty." you said with a tone of indignation without stopping recording.

"but i think that you are so much pretty than she." Tom's voice began to be heard closer, as did his footsteps.

"that doesn't justify you." you crossed your arms, causing your cell phone to shake a bit.

"that's not even the point! the point is, you said Isaac was hot." seconds later, he appeared with a bag of M&M's and a glass of milk. "you're cheating on me."

"I'm dating a five years old, just to all of you know." you rotated the camera and now you were recording yourself.

"i want the divorce." he said and stood in front of you to hand you the bag of M & M's you had asked for.

"we are not even married!"

°•

"you're currently dating Tom Holland, but we want to know how did the two of you met? because you are not in the Marvel movies." James asked and settled into his chair while you did the same.

"well, everybody thinks that we met at the Golden Globes." you started talking and your eyes brightened. "we actually met at the auditions of my first movie. Tom was there for the paper of my brother, but he didn't got it."

"you met at there? I really thought that the first time you met was at the Golden Gobles." the blond commented in great amazement.

"we didn't met there, but we took a selfie in there for the first time and we talked beyond a few lines of a script." you gave the data with a big smile and looked at the audience.

"and when did you fall in love for him?" he asked and this made the crowd make some noise that was combined with your laughter.

"you know, actually the first time that i saw him i was like 'damn, shawty', but i think it was in the moment that we were at a friend's party and he approached me and told me to go to another place with him because he was not comfortable and I was the only person who knew who would say yes. " and if you thought your smile couldn't get any bigger, the moment you remembered that moment, it did.

the video ended and just then the apartment door was opened, forcing you to take a look. "hey, darling." your boyfriend's voice sounded behind you.

"hi, baby." you said and felt how he hid his face in your neck, leaning his body on the edge of the chair.

"what are you watching?" he asked and pulled away from you, not before leaving a quick kiss on your neck.

"it was a video of us being the goofy and adorable couple of all times." you answered with a smile as you watched him take off his shoes and approach you to take a seat on the couch.

"and there are no more of those?" he asked and sat next to you and then wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head on your shoulder. you took control and pressed a button to see the video suggestions.

"well, here is this one" you said and put the video called 'Y/N and Tom being the sexiest couple in the whole fucking world'.

"oh, i see what people think of us." the brunette said when he saw the title of the video.

"what do you mean with that? of course we are the sexiest couple in the whole fucking world." you wrinkled your eyebrows and lowered your gaze a bit to connect with his.

"yes, we are." when he finished talking, he leaned to you so he can kiss you.

#fanfic #marvel #oneshot #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine

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annyeongffs · 3 years

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#𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝘁𝗯𝘇 𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀.

𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁. 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌!

𝘅𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗎𝗍. 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝖻𝖽𝗌𝗆-𝗂𝗌𝗁, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧: soft / hard

◈ in my other dom! tbz headcanon, i said sangyeon would be a middle-ground dom. however i think that when it comes to brat taming, he’d be a bit harsher; likes giving you your “punishments”, talks dirty and calls you names to put you in your place, etc etc. i don’t think he’d be too fond of restraints though… he strikes me as the kind of guy who wants to hold your hands with his own instead of actually tying you up. and yes, i could 10/10 see sugar daddy sangyeon calling his bratty s/o a “spoiled little brat” while fucking their brains out. *evil laughter*

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛: soft / hard

◈ we all know how much i support the soft brat tamer jacob bae agenda!!! mans would say the nastiest things to you if you misbehave, especially in public… he’d press himself up against you and whisper “why aren’t you being a good girl, hmm?” if you try to rile him up in front of ppl. also i feel like jacob is into mild bondage when brat taming; i.e binding his s/o’s wrists with his own tie or maybe a scarf,, making them suffer by not letting them touch him.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧: soft / hard

◈ younghoon strikes me as a soft dom, so naturally i think he’s not too big on brat taming… however if his s/o is acting bratty, he probably wouldn’t be opposed to some less kinky taming; i see him channeling that icy coldness of his and refusing to give you what you want until you stop being a brat, maybe even bending you over his knee and making you count. though you’d probably have to make him pretty annoyed for that to happen, it wouldn’t be impossible.

𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐞: soft / hard

◈ mans is downright nasty. hyunjae probably loooooves it when his s/o is being a brat because it would (a.) fuel his ego as a hard dom, (b.) give him a chance for some serious degradation, and (c.) allow him to tie you tf up. i see hyunjae wanting to call you “slut” or “spoiled little princess” as he tames you; would have pretty good punishments i.e making you choke on his cock til you submit. i also think he’d be into orgasm denial with this, not letting you cum until you’re back to being a good girl.

𝐉𝐮𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧: soft / hard / in the middle

◈ juyeon gives me major brat tamer vibes! while he probably isn’t into restraints as much, i could really picture him taming you by spankings, edging, etc. i bet he’d secretly love to take you over one knee and make you count, or to see you struggling to obey when he brings you to the edge time after time. but if you’ve been a brat then you can expect not to cum that night.

𝐊𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧: soft / hard

◈ being a big ol’ switch, i think kev would go all in when it comes to brat taming. (at least when he isn’t the one being a brat OwO) he’s probably kinky as hell so expect ropes, gags, spankings, etc… anything and everything it takes to make his s/o obedient when he’s domming. will insult you in the sexiest ways; probably puts possessive words in front of the names he calls you i.e “my little cumslut” instead of just calling you a cumslut. now when he’s the brat, it’s a very different story…

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐞��: soft / hard / in the middle

◈ remember how i said chanhee will show you your place if you act like a brat? yeah,, that place is bent over his knee. he isn’t as hard of a brat tamer as hyunjae or hak… but chanhee has no patience for spoiled little attention whores (and will tell you as much as he makes you suck his fingers). will call you names and deny you your orgasms all night long, teaching you a lesson by not allowing you to cum until he knows you’re back to being good for him. also i feel like he’d be pretty into teasing you in front of others as payback; maybe forcing you to stay quiet at a movie theater as he edges you with his mouth.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧: soft / hard

◈ his vibes are kinda tricky to nail down, but in the long run i don’t see changmin being really into taming. idk why but he feels like a lover who wants to cherish soft moments with his s/o, more than he wants to explore kinkier stuff like brat dynamics. however, that being said, everyone has their limits- and if you happen to push him to his, expect to be railed like the world is ending. he’d make you take orgasm after orgasm, overstimming to the max and not letting up until you safeword him. he might secretly have a thing for seeing you cry from stimulation too…

𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧: soft / hard

◈ with this guy? oh honey, you better say your prayers now… because haknyeon is NOT gonna take it easy on you. you wanna play? fine, but expect to be degraded, spanked, edged, and teased until your entire body is crying for release. he’d ask you questions while pounding into you, asking you why you behaved so badly and not letting you cum until he likes your answer. would probably tie you to the bed and make you beg for him to touch you… i think haknyeon is basically the hardest brat tamer out of the whole group. strikes me as the kind who’d even set some rules and who would seriously enjoy punishing you if you break them.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨: soft / hard

◈ sunwoo would be absolutely filthy as a brat tamer!! he’d probably tease you back if you’re trying to get a rise out of him in public… imagine him fingering you below the table at dinner to teach you a lesson sheesh! he strikes me as the kind of tamer who would take a lot of pleasure in the foreplay,, like making a show of it, making your body overly sensitive before he fucks your brains out. he’d probably rly be into giving overstim as a punishment: “aww, you can’t take it? too bad. you should’ve behaved yourself earlier if you can’t handle this.”

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜: soft / hard

◈ eric doesn’t rly hit me as a guy who would be hugely into brat taming… but maybe if his s/o is being bratty, he’ll step up a bit and reinforce who’s in charge. he’d probably like to make you suck him off as a punishment, forcing you to let him fuck your throat until he’s satisfied; if he’s feeling a little wild, he might even edge you to teach you your lesson, and if you’ve really pushed him then he might finish it off with some overstim. i don’t see him being very keen on brat taming as a whole though.

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Summary: Spencer finds out his girlfriend’s a virgin. But she wants him to change that.

A/N: This is an anon request that I loved writing. This is Part 1 and I’m working on Part 2 right now! If you like this and wanna read some more of my stuff check out my Masterlist, or my series, I’m On Fire.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Mostly smut, and a lil fluff

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, oral (male receiving), fingering, slight hair pulling, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 3k

Request: “Omg I’ve just found your account, you’re an amazing writer! If you’re taking requests, could you write something with virgin!reader and like season 13/14 Spencer?”

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They’ve never had sex.

They’ve kissed though. They’ve kissed so much it made Spencer feel like a teenager, well what he assumed it was like to be a regular teenager.

They’d kiss everywhere they could, in his bed, in her bed, in his kitchen, in the car, in hotel rooms, one time in a supply closet at the BAU. But mostly they ended up on Spencer’s couch. The first time they did anything more than just kissing was on Spencer’s couch, it wasn’t exactly planned it just, happened.

They were making out and she was lying beneath him, there was a sort of comfort in the feeling of his weight on top of her, keeping her fixed beneath him. She’d worn a pretty short dress for their date earlier, one she knew Spencer liked, but after all of the squirming and moving it just sort of rode up.

She didn’t feel it happening but when Spencer came up for air and looked down at her, all he could see was the skirt of her dress, bunched up around her waist, and the little pink panties she had on underneath, absolutely soaking wet.

He let out a small chuckle, looking back up at her, “Have you been wet this entire time?” he smirked.

She doesn’t think too hard about it. She’s so turned on by the way he looks right now, his hooded eyes and his softly parted pink lips are so distracting that she forgets he’s never seen her like this before and she nods.

“Mmhmm” she hums, and bites her lip in anticipation of his next move.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, soft and gentle and she nods again, a little too shy to do much else.

He starts by touching her above her underwear, pushing against the cotton, moving it around between her folds with one finger. She was already moaning and writhing beneath him with that simple touch.

When he tucked a finger inside of her panties he shouldn’t have been shocked but he was. She was so wet, almost screaming in pleasure below him and he’d only grazed her clit once or twice. He thought she might combust when he sunk just one finger into her and she was so tight and clenched around the digit. Squirming even when he was motionless inside of her.

It wouldn’t have taken long to actually make her cum, that was obvious. But he was having so much fun with it that he decided to drag this out for as long as he could. Bringing her to the edge over and over until she was literally begging him for release. By the end of it she was completely spent, her arousal coating her thighs, his hands, and a little of the couch. He took off her panties and stashed them in his pocket and she really wished she didn’t find that quite as hot as she did.

He doesn’t want to test her limits again right away, he wants her to come to him when she's ready. But it doesn’t happen again for a while. They go back to their usual dance, making out like teenagers, sometimes for hours until the point when one of them has to leave, or sleep, or they’re both called away on a case.

It’s not until a whole month has passed that things change again.

Y/N sneaks into Spencer’s room one night while they’re out on a case. He’s a little shocked to see her but he’s happy none the less. What’s shocking him more than anything is the skimpy little nightdress she’s got on, and how more notably it seems like she’s not wearing a bra underneath it.

“What are you doing?” he asks when he opens the door to her, and what he wants to say is ‘you can’t be out in the halls looking like this’, and what he really means by that is, ‘you can’t be in my room looking like this because I’ll never recover’.

“Can I come in?” she asks softly, and almost a little worried, so he steps aside to let her in.

They sit on the edge of his bed, her posture is rigid as she sits, and she takes in a deep breath before she speaks again.

“Do you like the way that I look?” she asks, tentative, and his heart just about breaks. Of course he did. He had since the second he laid eyes on her.

“Yes, oh my god. You’re the prettiest girl I think I’ve ever seen?” he rushes out, his hand reaching out to touch her bare shoulder in a comforting gesture. But she doesn’t look relieved or satisfied by the admission.

“But do you—” she braces herself, “do you think I'm sexy?”

He’s got no idea what’s happening, if she didn’t look so serious he’d think this was some kind of joke. “Are you serious?” he gasps, “Are you kidding me?” he hops off the bed and sinks to his knees in front of her.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky. You’re the prettiest, sexiest, woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” he tries to reassure, placing his hands on her knees and looking up at her.

“Then why don’t we—” she’s not even sure what she’s trying to ask, “Why do we only kiss? Don’t you want to...” she trails off, and there’s something endearing about the way she can’t even seem to bring herself to say any explicit words out loud.

“Don’t I want to sleep with you?” he guesses, knowing it’s the right answer, “Y/N, I want to sleep with you so, so badly. I think about it all the time.” he confesses and her eyes blow wide.

“You do?”

He nods eagerly, “All. The. Time.” he emphasizes, “When you play with your hair in work, when you fall asleep on my lap while we’re watching a movie, when you kiss me for hours, when you bite your lip while you’re concentrating, when you wear that little navy pencil skirt, when you show up to my hotel room dressed like this” he gestures to her nightdress, “or when I think about your little pink panties in the top drawer of my nightstand” he whispers the last part.

“I just thought…” she searches for the end of the sentence, “I thought you didn’t want to?” she pouts.

“I thought you weren’t ready” he says it so earnest, and he means it. He’d never want to make her feel like it wasn’t her choice.

“I haven’t— I’ve never— I’m a virgin Spencer.” she confesses, and she doesn’t look at him while she does, too shy from the admission.

“That’s okay” he moves his hands up to grab hers gently, gazing up at her with nothing but adoration in his eyes, “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do”

“But I want to, with you” she looks at him now and her gaze is so soft that he melts.

“I want to as well. But not here.” he sits back up on the bed next to her, “It shouldn’t be in some cheap motel with our co-workers down the hall. We can do it at my place, or yours, or we could book an actual nice hotel room in the city somewhere? Whatever you want.” she nods at him and smiles.

“I’d like that a lot” she looks happy now, content and relieved, “but could we maybe still do something now?”

He’s taken aback completely, “Did you have something in mind?”

She looks shy again, and he has to coax it out of her, squeezing her hands in his and giving her an encouraging kiss on the cheek.

“When you touched me on your couch that time. I wanted to do something for you, but I wasn’t sure— I didn’t want to get it wrong so I just chickened out” she admits.

“What did you want to do?” he pries gently.

“I wanted to use my mouth” she breaks eye contact when she speaks. He can’t take it anymore so he tilts her head softly with one of his hands so she has to look directly at him again.

“You wanted to use your mouth on what?” he’s doing it on purpose to get her out of her shell.

“On your— on your cock” she whispers out like she's embarrassed to even say it at full volume.

“You wanted to suck my cock?” he asks and she can feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she nods.

“Please?” she asks, and he never thought he'd have a girl this beautiful asking him if she could ‘please’ suck his cock. How did he get this lucky?

“Only if you want to”

“I really do” she volunteers, “but I need you to tell me… how?”

“So you’ve never done it before?” he asks, he’s been aware she was a virgin but he’s got no idea what she had or hadn’t done before. She shakes her head.

“When you, touched me, that was the first time anyone other than me had well…”

“And you’ve never touched anyone else?” he asks, soft and sweet, rubbing his thumb over and back on the top of her hand.

“I have.” she says, “With other boys when I was younger but never anything more”

“Okay” he says encouraging.

“How do we start?” she looks less nervous now that it’s all out in the open.

“Like we always do” he breaks out in a smile as he leans in to kiss her. Her lips are so soft against his, perfect as always.

He pulls her toward him and parts their lips long enough to tell her to sit on his lap. She obliges, she loves to sit like this while they kiss, he knows that too. Sitting this way she can feel him as he starts to grow hard beneath her, only the thin fabric of his boxers keeping him from her.

His hands hold onto her thighs, digging his fingernails into the sides of them as she moans into his mouth. He chances moving one of his hands up her side, and as he hovers it above her chest he breaks apart from her for just a moment. “Can I?” he asks, and she nods before he places a hand on her breast over the fabric of her nightdress. And he knew she wasn’t wearing a bra.

He couldn't stop himself from bringing the other hand up so he could cup both breasts. Massaging and kneading them, feeling her nipples begin to harden and stand out from the satin fabric.

She grinds down against him momentarily and her eyes grow wide. “Are you?” she looks down between them, clearly feeling him.

“I’m hard Y/N” he says softly, and she looks almost giddy.

“I’m ready” she breathes out and swings off his lap, taking charge now that she’d worked up some confidence. It’s not like she had no idea what to do. She’s watched porn, she’s read a few things about it, but she also knew there was no way to really know what it was like without actually doing it.

She kneels down in front of him, pulling apart his knees so that she can nestle down in between them. She’s the one that pulls down the waistband of his boxers, just far enough so that she can pull his cock out.

She feels stupid in a way. She hadn’t given much thought to how it would look but it was different to what she’d anticipated. It was flushed pink, and leaking from the tip. And it was bigger, or thicker maybe, than she’d been expecting. She had a vibrator at home and it didn’t look like this. For one thing it was purple, but it was also smaller than this. For a moment she's nervous before she realizes that this is Spencer. And she could never feel nervous with him.

“Is everything alright? If you’ve changed your mind—” he starts and she shakes her head probably a bit too vigorously.

“No! It’s just— bigger, than I was expecting” she says holding it loosely in her hand.

“Oh” he says, unable to his his surprise, “thank you?” She giggles at him, unaware she’d actually been paying him a compliment.

“What do you like?” She asks, peering up at him and fluttering her eyelashes like she’d done this a million times before.

“Well, um,” he’s the one with the shaky breath now, and he’s not sure when he got so nervous, “I guess if you lick it first, that always feels good” he’s barely got the sentence out and she’s on him. Licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock, right along the vein, reaching the tip and swiping up the pre-cum leaking from the slit there. He’s got to struggle not to throw his head back in pleasure instantly, he wants to see it, wants to watch all of it.

She takes her mouth off of him and looks up with those doe eyes again, and now that he’s looking he can see down her nightdress. He’s got a perfect view of her perky nipples, turned on beneath the fabric and his dick twitches at the sight.

“Like that?” she pulls off him to ask, and he can barely breathe.

“Fuck Y/N! Exactly like that” he groans, chest heaving, his hands clawing at the duvet.

She smiles up at him, “and then what?”

“Uh, take it in your mouth, you don't have to take it the whole way down, just as far as you feel comfortable with” he assures her, trying to steady out his breathing. He doesn’t want her to gag or anything. “then just use your hands for the rest.”

She nods, thinking for a moment before bringing her mouth back down to him. This time she licks him again, all the way up and around the tip, just a little slower than before. Then she wraps her plush lips around the head of his cock. He moans louder than he meant to as she starts to sink down on him, further and further, taking him in inch by inch.

She didn't quite get the whole way down but she got way further than he thought she would. Taking in as much of him as she could she began to rise up again. It took a little adjusting to make sure she was breathing in and out through her nose, but once she got the hang of it she began to pick up the pace.

Sliding up and down against him, the feeling of her warm, wet mouth was almost too much. He’d gotten himself off to thoughts of her for months now and it just didn’t compare. Not by a long shot, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

She stopped after another minute and looked up at him, “Is it okay? Does it feel good?” she asks, unsure.

“Jesus, fuck. Y/N, it feels so good. You feel so good” he gasps and she looks delighted.

“Would you, maybe, put your hands in my hair?” she asks, a little nervous, and he’s shocked for what feels like the 100th time this evening, “I like how it feels” she says, shy and unsure. So he sits forward, leaning down a little so he can take her face in his hands.

“How did I get so lucky?” he plants a kiss on her lips and moves his hands from the side of her face into her hair. Gathering it up into a ponytail and gripping it firmly. She lowers down again, wrapping her lips around the head once more and sinking down. Bolstered by his compliments and ignoring her nerves she forces herself to sink further down on him this time. Taking him as deep as she possibly can until she can feel him hit the back of her throat for the briefest moment before she has to pull back.

But the strangled moan that he lets out when she’s got him that far down is so gorgeous that it might be the only noise she ever wants to hear again.

He pulls at her hair roughly as she starts to move faster and faster, and she moans at the feeling. The vibrations she creates around his cock just make him pull even harder, letting out some of the pent up tension.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so close. You can stop.” he forces out with shallow breaths, but she doesn’t budge. He tries to pull her off him using his grip on her hair but she resists, and she just keeps on moving. Up and down his length, taking down as much of him as possible on each stroke.

“Fuckkkk” he moans out as he releases, and he can feel it pumping into her throat as she swallows around him.

When she pulls off, and she’s looking up to him for approval, her eyes wide, her lips and chin coated in spit and cum as it drips down, he knows without a doubt that she’s the sexiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Was that okay?” she asks hopeful.

“Was that okay?” he rushes out in disbelief, “Get up here.” he helps her off her knees and pulls her onto his lap again, holding her close. “I can’t believe you.” he shakes his head and pulls her in for a sloppy kiss, he can taste himself on her tongue as they mold together.

“That was perfect, beyond perfect, fuck” he wipes her chin with his thumb, it doesn’t do much but it’s a gesture.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, brushing her hair back with his hands, and she’s just looking at him, beaming.

“I liked it” she says, like she can’t really believe just how much she enjoyed herself, “I can’t wait to learn more.”

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How would the Pedro guys react to arriving to your place and finding you wearing the sweater/tshirt/shirt they ‘lost’ ages ago? (Bonus points for wearing it with tiny shorts/undies)

When They Find You Wearing Their “Lost” Clothing:

Javier: This man is smirking to high heaven. He is doing that classic Javier Peña look up and down while he sucks his teeth, one eyebrow lifted. You look amazing in just his button up shirt and a pair of panties. Although it would look better on the floor and you naked in his bed.

Ezra: It’s more a necessity than something that you’ve done to look cute. You clothes were unfortunately lost when all of your stuff was raided. Ezra was off trying to salvage a part that you could use for your own busted pod from one that had crashed. You had done laundry and you were now in his sweatshirt, one that he had been missing for several cycles and your last clean pair of panties. This man is smirking striping out of his suit with a wicked grin. “Don’t you just look positively delicious, gem.”

Mando: You have a short circuited Mandalorian on your hands. We are talking about his entire body has gone ramrod straight and he is completely shut down. Error....Error....All he can see, or think about is the sight of you in his tunic, bare legs and a hint of your ass as you walk to the ‘fresher. You hadn’t even noticed him, standing at the base of the ladder leading to the cockpit. Before you come out he has vanished again, locked in said cockpit and taking care of a large problem that has popped up.

Catfish: This man thinks that this is the sexiest goddamn thing that he has seen in his entire life. He was missing that shirt after a camping trip and he could tell that you were surprised when you opened the door to find him there. It is a good damned thing that you are his girlfriend, otherwise you might have an issue with how fast he rushes you to kiss you. You better like it because he will donate his entire wardrobe for you wear just like that.

Tovar: He knew you stole it. It gave him the excuse to break into your room and wait for you to come back from the bathing room wearing just his tunic. He demands it back, face set in a scowl and his grumbles in Spanish unknown. It’s all a rouse to get you to strip for him, let him see that body he has imagined the entire time you have travelled with him. “Now let me teach you what I do to thieves.” He growls, crowding you against the wall with a smirk. Another excuse to put his hands on you, but you make a note after the forth time you cum to steal his stuff a lot.

Agent Whiskey: He’s a little pouty, to be honest. Not because he doesn’t like you in his shirt, no he fucking loves the way you look in his button up. But he would rather you just be wearing his bolo tie. However, this cowboy is smirking and sauntering up to you with an ego the size of Kentucky. “Wanna ride a real cowboy, sugar?”

Marcus Pike: Marcus is completely in love. He had told you that he wasn’t going to be able to come over, but then magically the gods shined down on him and he was set free for the night. He had a key and you had told him to come over whenever, so he thought he was going to surprise you. And it ended up him being surprised. Finding you in his button up and you claimed he took home and nothing else, sipping wine on the couch while watching a movie. He is grinning and shrugging off his jacket and removing his tie. Ready to donate another shirt to your collect because, fuck, it looks good on you.

Max Phillips: He knew you took it. “It looks good on you, sweetheart.” He grins, lazily leaning across the threshold like he didn’t have permission to come in. “It’s gonna look better on the floor though.”

Oberyn: What shirt? You stole this man’s wrap thingy and when he showed back up that was all you had wrapped around his body. Which makes Oberyn smirk and motion for you to come over and sit on his lap. It’s very sensual to see a lover wearing something of his, so you have his full attention for the moment.

Dave York: He won’t admit that he likes you in his shirt. One of the ones he uses to go running in. Your gym bags got mixed up one day and he never said a words about the missing t-shirt. But surprising you at home one evening shows you wearing it with nothing but scraps of lace under. His eyes are dark, his brow ticked up with a small smirk on his face as he hands you the file that he had ‘forgotten’ to give you. Imagining you bent over your sofa and taking his cock as he tells you to enjoy your evening and he will see you in the morning.

Marcus Moreno: Marcus gave you the shirt. At least he purposefully left it over at your house when Missy stayed with her abuela. And he pretended to look for it just to see if you would give it back, very happy when you didn’t know what he was talking about. So when he comes over to surprise you with dinner, he’s ecstatic to find you in it. His hands are on you the second the food is put down. Hope you like your food cold.

Max Lord: Max absolutely loves seeing you in one of his shirts. His jaw drops and his eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you in one of his button up shirts. He had come over because he realized that he had left on of his reports over here the last time he stayed. But to find this.....well, he’s staying the night again.

Zach Wellison: To Zach his wash and aged soft t-shirt is more alluring than lingerie. He lights up when he comes over to fix a light that needs to be replaced and seeing you in his shift. He damn near swallowed his tongue and you just smiled at him, knowing exactly what you ere doing to him. It might the slowest that he’s ever replaced a light. It didn’t help that you were shimmying your hips to so music that you put on and he wired the damn thing wrong.

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This Week In BL

June 2021 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Y-Destiny Ep 11 - a timeslip friends-to-lovers episode, interesting. I do like that YD is exploring unique concepts for BL. I thought the use of anime for the past rather than child actors was smart given the subtext, but wtf subtext? Switching to English in times of extreme intimacy was fun too, although I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe because it threw up a culture contrast between the language and the innately Thai gestures they were doing at the same time (like the cheek snuffle)? (On a side note did you notice how extremely articulate both actors were with Thai as well as English? Very pretty orators, these two.) I really like this pair A LOT. The plot though? Ohboy. Childish innocent in body of adult but... is actually a child? Gives creepy a new meaning. I keep thinking about the 80s movie Big. That scene didn’t work in Big either. (It’s a bummer because it really does work as a couple of teens discovering their sexuality.)

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 10 - Mork finally has a reason for liking Pi, it’s just weak. Maybe that’s where my annoyance comes from, this is a weak show with poor story but good actors and GMMTV’s money, a contrast that makes it consistently disappointing. Like My Gear and Your Gown all over again, only worse. They didn’t need to shoehorn secret relationship trope into this series at all, but they did just to get situational comedy and that’s not an adequate reason. This show is a bummer because Phuwin really acts a great goofball, and Pond does noble pining well, the script is just failing them.

Top Secret Together Ep 5 - dropped with subs this week (yeah!) and introduced a new couple (totally unnecessary). I always think an excess of couples means they don’t have confidence in the main pair, which doesn’t makes sense with this show, since everyone is solid. Anyway, we getting bloated in a Gen Y kinda way but I’m stil enjoying it. My favorites got an “outsider assumes you’re a couple” moment which made me happy.

Nitiman Ep 6 - There’s a lot of limping in this BL. Yes yes injured ankles = allegory for limping injured relationship, I gets it. Then they doused us with singing feelings + lots of moot pining. Plus surprise Kao (from Oxygen) and, since it’s ep 6, a kiss. It was a lot but this is still my favorite BL right now. It’s so flipping D/s, alright? Jin was like “Bbomb, you can’t commit to being a Dom and then absent yourself from care responsibilities, even as a punishment, you gotta communicate.” Look at my boy dolling out kink life lessons. I love Jin. I love this flirty confused af big bi baby. Okay? Okay. Still, what inquiring minds want to know is: Will we ever know what is UP with Kheam (or whether to spell his name with or without the h)?

Side note: I know it’s a pipe dream at this juncture but seeing Turbo in Nitman (Jay) I really do think he’d be a great Izumi if Thailand ever does do that remake of Love Stage. I want them to do the original (manga or anime) mind you, not the live action version. And Kaownah would make for a lovable puppy-ish Ryouma. Ah well, if wishes were BLs... there’d be a lot more Thai adaptations of Japanese yaoi in my life in general.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Monster in Law AKA Mẹ Chồn Dâu Cáo (Vietnam) Ep 6 - continues to be cute (slow to sub but cute). Oh the trials of gay domesticity. I love it when a show justifies my own intense dislike of both marriage and children. So far this one is doing that while still managing to bring on the queer af family charm.

Love is Science? (Taiwan) Ep 11 (BL subplot) - DELAYED, but a new one is supposed to drop next week. Good thing too, I was going into cute-suit withdrawal.

Be Loved in House: I Do (Taiwan) Ep 5 - possibly one of the sexiest yet sweetest versions of the wet towel sponge bath trope I’ve seen in a long time. Plus I love how well they are redeeming the tsundere uke and the grumpy seme by making them both, secretly, the biggest softies ever. I take back what I said last week about this not being a favorite. This ep was a game changer. This show is great and I am so grateful we’re getting a full 12 eps of it.

Friend or Lover (Taiwan) Ep 3 - been waiting for this for a while, indie project that they seem to drop only once a month or so. It’s really sweet low budget but quite Taiwanese so enjoyable.

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 10 fin - sad to see this one end but it’s really good! You Are Ma Boy might still be my favorite from Vietnam but this show really had some crazy great queer rep, so I gotta give it extra rainbow stars. Full review here. RECOMMENDED with reservations.

Breaking News

Gaya Sa Pelikula AKA Like in the Movies announced a 3 part special airing June 11, 18, 25 on Globe Studio’s YouTube channel. It’s a “making of” BTS.

Lovely Writer special ep aired on June 9th. It was cute if largely unnecessary. Like the Cherry Magic special episodes, this one is fine if you want to track it down but you’re not missing much.

Made in Rooftop is a new Korean BL that I can’t believe I didn’t know was coming! It looks a bit like Korea does a light, bright version of Life: Love on the Line. Could lean a bit Queer as Folk? We got us a manic pixie dream boy + upright serious (but lost) out gay characters. MDL has it listed as a movie, their description is pants, but this trailer on Insta gives an idea what it’s about (trailer is also on YouTube but may not last there). Thanks to @crapyouknowme for the tip.

Gossip

Just a quick update to add I just learned about Fahlanruk the series (AKA Fhalanruk) form @heretherebedork. It’s slated for 2022 but it already has a fundraising trailer. Looks to be a strong contender in the Thai BL pulp arena. It’s using tropes we rarely see for the mains (one night stand + friends with benefits), and it tonally seems like a combination of Nitiman and the Y-Destiny players episode. I like sexually messy and identity confused college dramas (Love Mechanics for the win) but none of this is popular with BL main, and I suspect tastemakers know that. So Fahlanruk might struggle to find funding.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International subs accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

(I had to include this quote from Top Secret Together because I love it so much. It is such a classic grumpy seme complaining about a puppy uke.)

#asian bl #asianbl #thaibl #thai bl #Y-Destiny #Fish Upon The Sky #Top Secret Together #Nitiman the series #Taiwanese BL #Be Loved in House: I Do #My Lascivious Boss #Vietnamese BL #Monster in Law #Lovely Writer special EP #lovely writer #episode recaps #Gaya Sa Pelikula #Made in Rooftop #Fahlanruk

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atinydise · 3 years

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Ateez reacting to their s/o acting sexy, but being cute or unnatural instead

❦ Genre: Fluff, a little bit suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3K4.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

HONGJOONG

Your boyfriend went to the supermarket to find some snacks. He was producing since 7AM without a break. When you joined him, you practically begged him for to rest a bit. So now, you were alone in his big studio, wondering if you had been enough clear about the food you wanted. Bored and hungry, you looked around, trying to find at least a chewing-gum to stop your belly from growling crazily. When finally, a red paper sheet, caught your attention. It was not your type to read Hongjoong's stuff, but this one was titillating your curiosity.

When you made sure that you were completely alone, no camera around, you grabbed the paper. The moment, you realized the explicit lyrics on it, you couldn't help but to compare your shy actions with your boyfriend. Does he want you to act like this? But the real question was: could you do it?

When you heard footstep in the hallway, you put back down everything, and ran on the red couch. "I'm back babe." Said Hongjoong, smiling at you, not suspecting you at all. For you, it was a sign. The right moment to act. He would never expect this from you.

"Oh already! I missed you." You replied, biting your lip messily. Hongjoong raised a brow, not understanding what was going on in your head. "I left 10 minutes ago. Only." You stood up, trying to roll your hips as much as you could. "That's already too much." "Are you okay sweetheart? You look... different?" He asked when you back hugged him, pushing your chest right on his back. You roamed your hands on his abs to his belt. "I-I'm trying to make you feel good." The way your voice cracked and how your hands were tickling more than it should, Hongjoong turned around, trying to not laugh. "Y/N. Stop." He held your wrists. "I don't know why you are trying to do but it doesn't feel right." "I saw the lyrics on the red paper sheet." You said, without thinking twice about the consequences. "Oh." He paused. "Oh." He realized when he finally understood the situation. "Do you want me to be sexier with you?" "Babe that's just lyrics. Inspired by movies, music and you of course." He tried to reassure you. "Don't act sexily like this. Don't change anything, you are perfect. And you were cuter than hotter honestly." You could have been offended, but it felt like a compliment. "Okay." You pouted. "Let's eat before I end by being the meal." He teased you. You slapped his shoulder completely flustered. "Stop!" "I'm joking!" He laughed. "And you are sexy the most when you don't try to be." "Can we change the subject?" You rolled your eyes, looking for your meal. "I can't believe you tried to be sexier because of these lyrics." He busted in laughs, once again.

SEONGHWA

You've been a bit confused the last week. Seonghwa invited his friend one night. To not bother them, you stayed in the bedroom most of the time. You didn't complain, watching your favorite movie with Chinese food was all you needed. Just one time, you got out of the room to find something to drink. Before entering the living-room, where your boyfriend and his friends were, you heard one of them asking which type of girls Seonghwa was usually attracted to in high school. "Well... I can't really remember because I was mostly focused on practicing and studying." He replied. "Come on, you can’t remember your old taste?" Insisted one. "Hum... I was into sexy girls at that time. Like these ones who know what they're doing." He winked.

Since then, you couldn't stop to think about it. You were not really what we can say "sexy", just normal or cute most of the time.

Motivated to show Seonghwa what you were capable of, you asked advices to your friends and elaborated a complete plan. "Y/N! I'm here!" Greeted your boyfriend, locking the door behind him. "Oh wow, it smells so good." Seonghwa walked in the kitchen, curious to see what you were cooking. Gently, he pecked your cheek before asking: "Lasagnas? Are we celebrating something?" "I don't know... I just wanted to eat this." You started. "Or I would eat you instead." Seonghwa chocked with his saliva, not expecting you to say something like this. Proud of this reaction, you winked. Even though you tried to act the sexiest possible, it had the opposite effect. When you saw the light smile on his face, you were wondering if you should go to the next level. Not thinking twice, you dipped your finger in the tomato sauce before licking it, suggestively, in front of your boyfriend. "You cute." Whispered Seonghwa, patting the top of your head. "Cute?!" You repeated, confused. "Yeah?" "I was trying to be sexy!" You put your hands on your hips. "Yeah, but the sauce dripping off your chin makes you look cuter than sexy." He smiled, before heading to the bathroom. "Shit." You mumbled, wiping the sauce nervously. "If you act like this because of what I've said 2 weeks ago... stop thinking about it. I was a simple teenager." He yelled from the other room. "So, you are not really into sexy girls?" You yelled back. "No. I'm into you idiot." He replied, before closing the door. You smirked happily. "Well... that's everything I needed to know."

YUNHO

The whole day, you acted suggestively with your boyfriend. He noticed and counted how many times you bit your lip or whispered casual talks right in his ear. Of course, he was affected by your action, he was a simple man. But most of the time, he found you cute. Like right now, you were at the theater and your hand was resting on his thigh the entire time. The only times you were removing it, was when you rushed to plunge your hand on the popcorn pack just to touch his hand. Yunho tried several times to suppress the laugh coming from his throat. He ignored if you were doing this on purpose or just because your period week was coming. "Should we go to our favorite restaurant after the movie?" You suggested, whispering right in his ear, hand on his chest. Yunho glanced at you, trying to perceive the reason of your actions, but nothing, not the usual lust sparkles in your eyes when you are on your period. "Sure, if you are still hungry after this giant pot of popcorn." He smiled. "I'll be. But I have other plans for the dessert." You winked before turning your face to the giant screen. Your boyfriend couldn't leave his eyes from you, wondering where this sudden libido was coming from. After the movie, you walked 15 minutes until the restaurant. Inside of you, you were trying to know how you could prove him that you were the sexiest girl ever. Just before finishing the main meal, you decided to attack again. As he was resuming how went his last week, you slowly passed your foot on his legs, trying to excite him as possible. The only thing you didn't know was that you were kicking him more than anything. Yunho spotted too, the flustered look on your face. You were focusing on your mission. "Babe." A laugh escaped from his lips. "You are hitting me." "Huh?! I'm sorry!" You put your foot down, worried. "It's okay," he giggled. "But what's got into you?" "Oh, so you noticed." You hid your face behind your hands, completely ashamed. "You are really asking me if I noticed that you almost jumped on me as if I was the last hamburger in the fridge?" He held your hand on the table. "I'm just trying to add spiciness to our relationship." You sighed. "We don't need that Y/N. We are all fine and I won't get bored." He tried to reassure you. "Really?" Yunho nodded, trying to comfort you. "Okay then." You smiled. "So... we are all good now?" "Yeah." "Good." He rubbed his thumb on your hand. "But can you remove your foot in the middle of my legs now?" "Oops. Habits." You shrugged.

YEOSANG

You really thought that Wooyoung recommendation was just another action movie. Until the main actress started to make out or act suggestively with everyone, she was close to. Of course, you had no problem with that. It just made you wonder if you could act like this with Yeosang. You were not officially in a relationship, yet, but you were acting like one. At the next hot scene, you glanced at him. His eyes were glued to the TV screen, looking every actress' moves. For sure, he liked what he was watching to. Maybe you should give it a try. You had nothing to lose except your ego. But what if he laughs so much that you become insecure?

Yeosang looked at you weirdly when you slapped your forehead to erase these stupid thoughts. "You... okay?" "Yeah! I just need something to drink." You threw the blanket off and almost ran to the kitchen. You grabbed a bottle of water but didn't find any clean glasses on the cupboard. Was it a sign? You stared at the bottle and guessed if you could do something with. "Did you find water? I think that's all we have left." Said Yeosang.

"It's my time to shine, you thought."

You walked back to the living-room, bottle in the hand. "It's pretty hot here no?" You faced yourself with your free hand before tugging on the collar of your shirt. "I'm okay, but you can open the window, I don't mind." Not adding anything else, you opened the bottle and sipped into it. When you made sure Yeosang was looking, you poured 'accidentally' water on you, especially down on your chest. "The hell Y/N!" Gasped Yeosang, grabbing a pack of tissue. "Argh sorry! I'm so messy." You pouted, grabbing a tissue to wipe your chest. Yeosang stopped on his track. "Am I dreaming, or you are trying to act like her?" He pointed at the TV screen. You rolled your eyes. He was too smart. "I failed right?" "Completely." He smiled. "But nice try, that was cute." "I wasn't trying to be 'cute'." You air quoted, sitting down on the couch. "You need to practice, to be at my level of sexiness." He added proudly. "Shut up Kang Yeosang." "Sure. Cutie." He laughed.

SAN

"Hello bonobos!" You greeted the whole group when you entered the practice-room. "For the 1601st time Y/N-" Started Wooyoung. "We are not bonobos." You said at the same time. "I know Woo. I'm just teasing you because I know you hate that." "San, get your girl before I say something I regret." "Babe stop teasing him or he's going to explode." Giggled San. "That's why it's fun." "What are you doing here by the way? I thought I was the one supposed to come over?" "I wanted to practice a bit. With you." You said removing your jacket. Honestly, you wanted to see how your boyfriend would react if you dance sexily in front of him. To not be too suspicious, you wore a simple sweatpants but choose a really light and short croc-top. "So, what we are practicing today?" You asked, ignoring San's stare on you. "Thanxxx." He replied, brow narrowed. "Okay, let's go." You smiled, completely confident. You positioned on the side, behind the whole group to not bother them. When the music started, you tried your best to exaggerate every facial expression, every move, every body roll to get your boyfriend's attention. You caught him looking at you, times to times, but he didn't say a thing, too professional for that. For the breakdown part, you were freestyling as Hongjoong and Mingi while they are rapping. You tried to match San's facial expression, but it seemed so unnatural for you that you were tripping and wincing messily. The whole scene caused San to bust in laughter. Everybody looked at him. "Sorry." He apologized, hands covering his mouth. "But Y/N, you are too cute behind." You raised a brow. "You are trying so hard to be sexy, but it feels not right." He continued. A bit mad, you rolled your eyes and sat on the chair next to you. Still giggling a bit, San walked to you. "Don't be mad." He kneeled in front of you. "You wanted to surprise me? It's a success." "But I did it wrong." "Don't try to act like someone you are not." He held your hands. "But you do it all the time!" You sighed. "I just wanted to prove you that I can be sexy too." "I was impressed! Your dancing skills are really good now. And with the 'cutie' side, it was the cherry on top." You hide your face on the crock of his neck, "oh please... what a shame."

MINGI

"Candles ok. Music ok. Champagne ok." You checked all the things on your list. You made sure everything was ready for your night with Mingi. One last time, you checked at your reflection on the mirror. You applied a last layer of this red lipstick making sure it made your lips more desirous and kissable. "Y/N! You there?" Shout out your giant boyfriend. "Why is this so dark?" "I'm in the bedroom love!" "Are you sleeping already?" He asked, walking to the room. When he spotted the atmosphere in the bedroom, he stayed quiet. Ignoring how to react. "Is someone dead?" You raised a brow, how he could compare this atmosphere to funerals? "I know how stressed you were this week, so I wanted to help you out." You slid his jacket off him. "Oh my!- Your hands are so cold!" He complained. "Then remove your clothes by yourself and lay on the bed. On the stomach." "What are you planning?" "I'm just trying to help you. Lay down!" "Okay okay." Mingi removed his shirt and laid down on his bed, lazily. At the same time, you were trying to warm up your hands a bit. "And now?" He asked, trying his bed to not fall asleep. "I'm going to give you a massage idiot." You rolled your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you sat on his butt and started to spread oil on his entire back. "Y/N it's cold!" He complained again. "And you are scaring me." "Just stay still!" You replied, trying to not lose your temper. "I'll start." Slowly and gently, you passed your hands on his pale back. But when you pressed his shoulders, he gasped in pain. "You are the worse masseur ever." "Stop moving!" "I can't when you are almost breaking me in half!" "I'm just trying to massage you!" Not thinking twice of your actions, you grabbed the candle next to you. "It might be a little bit hot," you whispered. You delicately poured few drops of wax on Mingi's back. "Does it-" Your boyfriend yelped in pain, beneath you. You fell on the bed when he turned around to remove the hot feeling on his skin. "THE FUCK Y/N! IT BURNS!" "I just saw it on a sexy movie! The man seemed to like it!" You freaked out. "In a sadomasochist movie?!" He shouted, rushing to the bathroom. "I'm so so so sorry!" You rubbed your hands nervously. "You crazy!" "I wanted to surprise you!" "By what? Ripping my skin off?!" Well, seems like your romantic and sexy night was ruined. Don't believe what you see in movies guys.

WOOYOUNG

"Babe, are you sure about that?" Asked Wooyoung, sitting on this chair in the middle of the room. "Yeah!" You replied setting your sexiest playlist. "You never done this before! You don't need to do it now." "If your ex could do it then I can." Wooyoung stayed quiet. He couldn't change your mind anyway. Yeosang accidentally mentioned that he ran to Wooyoung and his ex-girlfriend stripping for him a year ago. You immediately challenged yourself. If she had the nerves to do it, no reason that you don't, right? "Are you ready?" You put your phone down, 'Careless Whisper' playing the background. Wooyoung puffed, not believing your chose this song over a thousand ones, more appropriate. "What?" You mumbled. "Nothing, just go ahead." He tried to go back on his usual poker face. Finally finding the braveness to start, you walked sexily toward Wooyoung. Even though, you tried to look confident, you couldn't make an eye-contact. Your boyfriend noticed your shyness. It caused his heart to melt for you even more than before. You stood up, in front of him, starting to sway your hips from side to side. The moves were pretty good, but it felt unnatural for him. He could see that you were trying your best. Your tongue tugged out of your mouth sometimes, because of the effort. When you judged that it was time for you to remove your shirt, your hands started to shake a little bit on your hips. Wooyoung started to feel a kind of horniness until your top stayed stuck around your head, causing you to tug on the side. Your boyfriend laughed so hard at the scene. His dolphin laugh making you shy and ashamed of your performance. "Can you help me please! One of my earrings is stuck too!" "This is terrible Y/N!" He laughed, putting your top down. "I can do it." "Do it when you'll be ready to." He pecked your cheek. "It's okay. No rush." "Wooyoung sat back on the chair, not breaking the eye contact. "What?" He raised a brow. "I can do it." You repeated, lifting your top once again. He was taken aback by your new tentative, but it didn't fail to make him laugh again. It was really a cute scene to see. "Stop you are being too cute! I can't handle it!" He wiped his eyes, arms around his abs to seduce the slight pain.

JONGHO

Your room was a mess. Clothes spread out on the floor, hanging messily in the wardrobe and few of them were falling off the chair. Why? Because Jongho can't stop mentioning that you are "cute". There's nothing bad about that. It's just that you wanted to be something else than cute.

You tried a ‘nerdy’ look, but it was a complete failure. With those glasses and the bang, he was comparing you to a shy uniform high school girl.

Useless to say that you changed your look the next day. And for what? A ‘tomboy look’. You thought that this one would work, but the beanie and the large cargo pants caused you to look tinier. It was a failure, again. So, these last days, you thought about a sexy look. You felt like this option was finally the one which will succeed. For the occasion, you pickled a black leather skirt and a revealing top. For sure, he will spot your nipples and this white see-through shirt. "Y/N! Have you seen my-" he paused, looking right at you. "phone..." You smiled proudly, satisfied by the expression on his face. "Probably under a pillow in the living-room." You replied as nothing happened. To continue this way, you placed your hair out of your neck. Exposing your skin. His favorite part on your body. "You should look there, instead of standing there, staring at me like a fish looking for water." "Sorry but... I just can't get over the fact that-" he gulped. You smirked, waiting for him to finally admit that you could be something else than 'cute'. "So adorable! He giggled. "Are you kidding me?!" You said, completely done. "How can I be cute this outfit? Especially this skirt! If I bend over, you can clearly see my butt!" "Have you seen how cute your butt is?" He giggled. "Looking cute isn't a bad thing." "But right now, I wanted to look sexy! Like the hotter I've ever been!" You pointed at your chest. Jongho's face softened. He needed to admit that you looked hot with this outfit. But you couldn't help, but to be adorable. It was just how he sees your face every day. "I can't. I just want to pinch your cheek and to drown you by a thousand of kisses." He shrugged. "Okay, I give up." You rolled your eyes, grabbing your pajama on the bed. "Oh please... don't be mad!" He chuckled following you. "Don't talk to me." You said before slamming the bathroom's door, in front of him. "Cutie!" He yelled to tease you. "I hate you!" "I'm kidding." He paused. Before adding, "cutie." "Choi Jongho!"

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uchukiyoo · 3 years

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No feelings, just fun.

prompt : your best friend and you are both alone for valentine’s day so you decide to spend the day together ;)

pairing : Johnny (NCT) X Reader

Genre : Smut

Word count : 963

You and Johnny, your best friend were laying on your bed, looking at your bedroom’s ceiling, complaining about your respective sentimental lives.

“Life sucks...” you said, stretching your legs.

“Yeah…you remember that girl I liked, Yeeun ?” Continued Johnny

“Yeah ?”

“Well I think she's doing Jaehyun…”

“Really? But I thought she liked you too”

“Shit...that kinda sucks” You said, sitting up straight

“Yeah me too, I guess I'm just too good for her.” Said Johnny, doing the same

“Yes you are”

“It's been like 3 years since I've been in a relationship and tomorrow it's Valentine's day...” He groaned.

“Oh god please no... I'm tired of watching Crazy Stupid Love every year...I swear I know every single fucking line of this movie…” you complained, burying your face in Johnny’s neck

“I can’t stand watching Ryan Gosling anymore…”

You stayed silent a moment and Johnny suddenly said :

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“We're good looking, right?”

“Hell yeah honey, we're smoking hot.”

“So how come nobody wants to fuck us?”

“I don't understand, life must be too unfair…”

You stayed quiet again.

-“I guess if no one fuck us we'll have to do it ourselves...He declared, getting in a more comfortable position.”

“Let's make a deal, if we don't find anyone for tomorrow, as the amazing friends we both are, we should do it together.”

“Deal. No feelings, just fun.”

“No feelings, just fun!”

You said, sticking your pinky fingers together.

You were so desperate, it was already Wednesday morning and you just got an email, school had been cancelled because of the snow. It meant no valentines cards in your locker, no flowers or love confessions from strangers and most of all, no chances to find, at least, a one-night stand.

You were lying in your bed when you remembered the deal you made with Johnny. So you stood up, ready to have fun.

You were about to put your shoes on when the front door opened.

Johnny entered, pinned you to the wall and smashed his lips on yours.

He moved to your cheek, jaw and this spot in your neck. He mumbled "just for fun" to your ear, before going back to your mouth deepening the kiss turning this whole thing into a make out session.

You let go of your shoes to put your arms around his neck. You could tell he was really horny because he was really really touchy.

His hands were going from your back to your hips and from your hips to your butt.

“Let's do more serious things...” He whispered to your hear, carrying you bridal style to your bedroom.

He put you on the bed and started to unbutton the lose shirt you were wearing. His fingers were gently caressing your ribs as he was sucking on your neck, leaving purple spots. You were enjoying the moment, you let out a moan which made him smirk in the sexiest way ever.

You two were so desperate for the other that the heat was already rising.

You removed his shirt to reveal his slightly defined abs and switched positions. You were now grinding on him, kissing his collar bones. You could tell that he was enjoying it by his hard-on growing under you.”

“it feels so good…” he said with a deeper voice than usual.

You were so turned on, you could feel your panties getting soaking wet. Johnny seemed to read your mind, he unbuckled you belt and slid your jeans down with your panties.

“You're already so wet…”

“Do something about it.”

You were so needy it almost made you cringe. After teasing you for a bit, he finally slid two fingers inside you, moving them at the perfect pace and hitting the right spot.

“Oh my...that' so good”

He loved so much the fact that he was pleasuring you.

“Tell me how much you like it babe”

“I…like it...so much.” you tried to say as you felt your core tighten.

He knew you were on the edge, so he instantly removed his fingers.

“What the fuck Johnny!” You said in frustration.

“Sorry, but you gotta keep that for me ~”

He put down his pants and boxers, freeing his hard member. After putting on a condom, he positioned himself at your entry and pushed slowly in, letting out a deep groan. Johnny started back and forth movements at a rather slow pace, filling you entirely.

“H-harder...”

“I'm gonna fuck your brain's out...” he whispered in your hear before speeding up.

All you could hear was breathing, skin slapping and moans.

He was trailing his finger on your bear skin, groping your unclothed chest.

He suddenly changed position, making you ride him.

“You're so beautiful Y/N…” he said, panting.

You could feel tickles in your tummy which were announcing your near the end.

“Come 'on Y/N...cum for me will you”

His voice set a sort of chain reaction in your body which triggered your orgasm.

It didn't take so much time for him to finish too.

What just happened.

That was the only thing you could think about.

You suddenly felt your cheeks blush so you covered yourself.

“Feeling a little flustered?” Asked Johnny, still naked. “It’s not like we just had sex right” he continued, chuckling, obviously making fun of you.

“Yeah…I mean, don’t you feel weird?”

He put his boxers back on before sitting on the bed.

“What? Was it bad?”

“No…actually it was probably the best I’ve ever had but you know…it’s you.”

“ I’m not following Y/N”

“You’re my best friend Johnny, it just feels like I just fucked my bro”

“Sweet home alabamaaaa” he sang before bursting out laughing. “No but seriously, I know what you mean though. But hey, valentine’s day happens only once a year.” He winked.

This is my first time writing one of those ! i hope you’ll like it ^^ also English isn’t my first language sorry if there are mistakes 😬

- Sun

#nct imagines #nct #nct127 #nct johnny #johnny suh #johnny seo #nct johnny smut #nct 127 smut #sm entertainment #johfam #valentine’s day fic #neo culture technology

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xskyll · 3 years

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The ole literally stuck together trope, tddk edition

1A is doing a practice activity, battling each other, and Midoriya and Todoroki are up against Mineta and Bakugou. Midoriya accidentally touches one of Mineta's balls, but he just takes his glove off and all his well. He keeps fighting.

But then he gets caught up in one of Bakugou's explosions and, momentarily blinded, is hit in the hand again with a ball. No glove this time, so he's stuck with it, but he got hit on the back of the hand, so it's not as debilitating as it could be.

Or at least, that's what he thinks, until Todoroki appears by his side, to regroup, but is knocked into him by Bakugou. The back of his hand hits the ball, and just like that, Todoroki and Midoriya are stuck together.

It's fine though! If anything, Midoriya sees this as unique opportunity to practice their teamwork. They go through some hiccups, getting in each other's way, but eventually they find a rhythm and fall in sync with each other, fighting like a well oiled machine.

But then Bakugou creates a large explosion, not realizing Mineta was in the blast range (it honestly was a mistake...Mineta is small and easy to lose track of). Mineta is knocked out cold and the fight is stopped as he's taken to Recovery Girl. She tells them she'll let Aizawa know when he's up and sends them on their way. Midoriya asks about the ball gluing himself and Todoroki together and she shakes her head, simply saying that she's sure Mineta will help them once he's awake.

She doesn't tell Aizawa right away. Maybe it's because she wants to be the one causing Midoriya trouble for once, instead of the other way around, or she wants revenge on him for always worrying her, or she saw chemistry between him and Todoroki and decided to play matchmaker. Regardless, when Mineta wakes up, he asks for the time, mentioning that it was Saturday and he had plans to go home after class and spend Sunday with his parents (UA has class on Saturday, if you didn't know). She rushes him out, saying he'll miss the last train if he doesn't hurry and off he goes, gone for at least 24 hours. She calls Aizawa to tell him, and "oops" she "forgot" about poor Midoriya and Todoroki. Oooh well. They'll be fine, she's sure.

Meanwhile. Midoriya and Todoroki have been awkwardly getting by, doing homework together, cooking dinner together, accidentally touching each other and finding their faces way too close together, and getting mercilessly teased by their classmates together. They're both still in their costumes, because they can't remove them with their hands linked and they feel sweaty and gross. Aizawa comes to the dorms, bearing the good bad news that they'll need to tough it out. He lets them know their costumes will be fixed quickly, if they decide to cut themselves out of them, so they can change into clean clothes. He finishes by telling them to think of it as a team building exercise.

They both want to get clean and change clothes, but how??? Just go shirtless? Yaomomo comes to their aid, making them matching shirts that are sleeveless on just one side. She explains they might be a liiiittle tight "to ensure the sleeveless side doesn't fall down." Midoriya accepts this, but Todoroki is suspicious. She winks at him when Midoriya isn't looking and mouths "you're welcome." This makes him more suspicious.

They go to Midoriya's room, cause it's closer, and go about getting their costumes off. First they try scissors, which is painstakingly slow, so Midoriya ends up just ripping their clothes off them, one handed. Todoroki has never felt so flustered in his life cause like, that was so hot??? Midoriya just ripped his shirt off, and then his own? Goddamn.

They're down to their boxers and they both want to get clean before changing, cause they're gross, but that means showering together.

They bite the bullet. They decide that they'll get in the shower together, but one will wear his boxers, at least, and they'll use a strip of fabric from one of their ripped costumes to make a blindfold. One wears boxers and is blindfolded while the other gets clean. Once done, the clean one will put his boxers on and then the blindfold will be traded so the other can strip.

It feels dumb, but it's all they can think of. One thing they forgot though is that their showers are small. And being stuck together doesn't help. Midoriya washes first, and it's awful, because he keeps accidentally bumping into him, and one time he grabs Todoroki's arm, to keep his balance in the small space, and he's nervous talking, and Todoroki is realizing that being blindfolded in a shower next to your sexy, naked friend might actually be more erotic than either of them realized. He thinks it will be better with the blindfold off, but hoooo boy, is he wrong, cause Midoriya is more than half naked, and he's dripping wet, and it turns out that seeing the blindfold on his sexy, dripping wet, mostly naked friend is even more erotic. Plus they're still accidentally bumping into each other a bit, and Todoroki feels like he's going to explode. Midoriya is getting redder and redder as he stands there blindfolded, and Todoroki can't tell if he's blushing or if he himself has been accidentally upping the temperature of the room with his right side, during his internal meltdown, and Midoriya is getting overheated.

After what seems like an eternity, they finish the shower. Midoriya keeps the blindfold on while Todoroki towels off and puts on clean boxers and shorts. Once he's decent, Midoriya tells him he can just close his eyes, instead of the blindfold, so he does. Midoriya towels off as well and gets half dressed. Together, they figure out the shirts. They have to step into them, but they're stretchy so it isn't impossible. They are tight though, like Yaomomo promised, so they end up having to help each other pull them up and maneuver their arms into the sleeve. There's lots of touching involved and they both feel like passing out. Once they finally have them on though, they realize these are the sexiest shirts they've ever seen. Also, Midoriya's is about an inch too short, so a little bit of his midriff is showing. Thank you indeed, Yaomomo.

The rest of their time together is pretty soft. They watch a movie in the common area, with some other classmates and at first they’re sitting stiffly next to each other, but that gets uncomfortable and tedious. Midoriya caves first and asks in a whisper, blushing, if Todoroki minds if they lean on each other "just to be more comfortable! That's all!" Todoroki agrees and it isn't long before leaning melts into full blown cuddling. They go to bed after the movie, in Todoroki's room, because his futon is wider than Midoriya's mattress. They try to keep their distance, but when they wake up in the morning they're tangled together. Yaomomo made them each two shirts, identical, so Midoriya rips their shirts off again (be still Todoroki's heart) and they change, then do cute stuff like brush their teeth together and make breakfast together.

As they go through the day, they grow more and more comfortable being in each other's space and moving to help each other without needing to be asked. They're both constantly thinking of each other, realizing how endearing the others little daily habits and mannerisms are, and how thoughtful the other is, and they've both always found the other attractive, but now that they've been forced to spend so much time together, in such an intimate way, they both realize that maybe their feelings aren't entirely platonic.

Of course, Mineta does return, by early evening. He laughs at them so hard he cries, but he does unstick them. Once they're alone, Todoroki admits that he sort of had fun, being stuck together. Midoriya agrees and says he thinks he'll kind of miss it, because he likes Todoroki's company so much. They fumble over their words a bit, both flustered, but eventually they agree that both of them would like to spend more time together. And it takes them a while to figure themselves out. They start spending most of their free time together. They start going off campus together, basically on dates, though they don't call it that. They start referring to each other by their first names and they start spending the night in each other's dorm rooms frequently. And one night, while they're squished together in Midoriya's small bed, Midoriya has a moment of bravery and tells Todoroki that he thinks he likes him as more than a friend. Todoroki says he also thinks he likes him as more than a friend, and asks to kiss him. They share their first kiss and it's soft and gentle and caring and everything both of them ever wanted.

#I guess the alternate version of this is they just have passionate sex in the shower #choose your own adventure or whatever idk #tddk #tododeku #todoroki x midoriya #todoroki x deku #todoizu #todomido #shouto x izuku #skyll rambles #tddk drabble #sort of?#idk what to call this #i’m writing a real tddk fanfic and this is my break from that #cause it’s kind of long and I’m like hhnnngghh #bnha

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imagineredwood · 4 years

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Summary: Angel was supposed to be home on time for your movie marathon night but he’s late due to club business. Always one for keeping promises, a guilty feeling Daddy Angel decides to let you decide how he can make it up to you.

Pairing: Angel Reyes x reader

Warnings: Sexual content, everyone is an 18+ consenting adult, vaginal sex, butt plug/ double penetration

Word count: 1.6K

***First time ever writing about butt plugs and anything related to a tushy that wasn’t a request 😂 First time for everything right?***

“I’m so sorry baby.”

“It’s ok.”

You pushed a smile, but Angel knew it was fake and he wished he could punch himself in the face. Today was supposed to be your special day together. No interruptions, no club business, no one and nothing else to take away his attention. It was supposed to be just the two of you all day, Angel spending every ounce of his attention and affection on you. That hadn’t happened though. As always something came up with the club and what was supposed to have been a few hours away turned into an all-day thing. You had gotten the house all clean and organized, prepared some snacks for the two of you. You had cut up fruits by hand and made a nice fruit salad, washed all the blankets and was gotten all the ingredients to make fresh popcorn for when you both had a movie marathon tonight.

But he had not shown.

He had walked in maybe five minutes ago, a whole four hours late. You had tried to wait up, understanding that he’d likely gotten caught up on the other side of the border, but when eleven had rolled around, you had put everything away, knowing that there wasn’t going to be movie night. Not tonight at least.

Angel was usually fairly good about keeping his word. He had always felt like he would never find someone that would love him and care for him. Then he had found you. Everything had been uphill from there. Sure, the club made things difficult and that was never near perfect but knowing that he was coming home to you always seemed to make it all worth it. He prided himself on always making you happy and even though you wore a smile and were brushing it off, Angel knew he had dropped the ball tonight. Shaking his head, he sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed your hands, pulling you to him. You stopped with the front of your thighs pressed against his knees and he reach forward, hands on your waist.

“I’m really sorry, mi dulce.”

You shook your head, already prepared to talk him down but he hushed you gently.

“I promised you that I would be here, and I broke that promise. That wasn’t fuckin’ fair.”

You shook your head gently, head down and looking anywhere except his eyes. You were the baby, the one that usually apologized. Sometimes for eating an extra treat when he said only one, others when you hid your bad days from him. Having him apologize was weird, and while you appreciated it, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. Angel’s voice was soft and smooth when he spoke again, his fingers taking your chin in their grasp.

“Look at me, baby girl.”

You allowed him to pull your chin up to look at him again. When you did, you reached up and rested your hands on his shoulders, playfully teasing him to try and lighten the mood.

“I guess you’re gonna have to be punished.”

Angel laughed for a moment before letting his face deadpan. Your eyes widened some and you quickly tried to back track.

“I was just kidding. Obviously, it’s not that serious. I wasn’t trying to be- “

“Nah, you might be onto something.”

You stared at Angel blankly, not really understanding what he was getting at.

“What do you mean.”

Angel nodded repeatedly, to himself rather than you.

“When you make a promise and you don’t keep it, you have to make it up to me right?”

You nodded once, turning your head sideways as you started to see where he was going with it.

“Well then since I didn’t keep my promise, I have to make it up to you. That sounds fair right?”

You grinned and laughed, the sudden change in roles comical to you.

“Yeah, that sounds fair.”

“Ok then. I’ll do whatever you want me to do, or you can do whatever you want to do to me, whichever you want mami.”

You eyed him, taking one hand off his shoulder to tap at your lips while you though. Angel’s hands stayed on your waist, softly traveling up and down your sides as he waited patiently.

“I want to pick what happens.”

Angel nodded, a boyish smile on his face.

“Alright, baby.”

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“Fuck, you feel so good mi reina.”

Angel groaned as you bounced on top of him, his length disappearing into you with every thrust. His hands smoothed over your back and sides, reverse cowgirl giving him a new sight he wasn’t used to. It was more than welcome though as he reached down and used his thumb to nudge at the jewel of the plug that was resting between your cheeks. You moaned low at the sensation. Being stimulated by having Angel inside of you was one glorious thing but being plugged at the same time and feeling so full was entirely another and you were seeing stars. You threw your head back, spine arched as you tried to breathe. Angel leaned up some to kiss along your shoulders sloppily, growling into your skin.

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever fuckin’ seen, princesa. Just like that. Keep riding Daddy’s cock.”

You couldn’t really form any words, so you simply reached back some and gripped his forearm, squeezing it. He used that hand to hold yours, both of you clutching onto each other. Angel hissed and cursed as you started to clench around him, walls tightening. Your moans were higher pitched, no doubt due to the double stimulation. Angel bit his lip, his body teasing as his eyes looked over you. Every part of you was beautiful deserved his attention but that little jewel kept winning out. He kept nudging at it, alternating so that when he pulled out, he pushed it in further.

Your thighs burned with exertion and you opted to grind some, low rumbling groans coming from the both of you. He was buried in you, as deep as he could get and the back and forth was forcing him closer and closer to the edge. Angel bent his legs, allowing you to lean and rest against his thighs, your hands clutching his knees.

“God you feel so good, Daddy.”

Angel grinned even though you could not see it. He stroked his hand along your back, falling even more in love with you as he watched you shudder, goosebumps popping up and trailing over your skin. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you backward, his warm chest against your back as he then hooked his hands under your knees, bringing your legs to rest on his before he began pounding up into you, the new position taking your breathe away as both the plug and Angel stuffed you full. Your eyes fluttered closed as Angel held you, your hands clutching onto his forearms for dear life. Angel was already on the edge, but as you started to climax you tightened again and Angel could feel the plug within you. Just the mere thought of how full you were was enough and he erupted, arms holding you so tight it made it a little hard to breathe. That didn’t matter though, as he reached down and swiped his fingers roughly over your clit. That was all it took, and you were unraveling, cries of ‘thank you daddy’ spilling from your lips in a chant.

Angel allowed you to roll off him, both of your bodies still feeling the aftershocks as your chests heaved. He tugged you into him, high from love and lust. He stared at you as you laid there with your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath and ran his finger over your nipple softly. He laughed breathlessly as you shivered and rolled over to cuddle into him further.

You both laid there together in silence for the better part of ten minutes before he tapped your shoulder. You looked up at him and he smiled softly.

“I gotta clean you up, mi dulce.”

You groaned but shifted off him anyway, laying flat as he sat up and crawled to kneel facing you.

“Legs.”

You tiredly drew them back, exposing yourself so that Angel could grab hold of the jewel. He tugged slightly and you whimpered, still a little sensitive. Angel cooed at you, the thumb on his free hand stroking the back of your thigh gently.

“I know baby, I gotta take it out though. I’ll be gentle.”

And he was, taking a firm hold so he didn’t waste time. He pulled on the plug gently, other hand still stroking your skin comfortingly.

“Just relax, mami. There you go.”

He stayed patient, pulling slowly until the plug slipped back out, a moan falling from your lips while a strangled curse came from Angel’s at the sight.

“You couldn’t be any more perfect.”

Your smile was tired but beaming as you looked at him, letting your legs down to rest on either side of his. Angel tried to keep his eyes on your face, he really did, but the sight of your pussy there before him, glistening from the release of the both of you had him twitching.

“Fuck come on. Let’s go take a shower.”

You grinned and teased him, lifting your leg to prod your foot at him, slyly spreading yourself a bit as well.

“You’re not trying to trick me into a round two, are you?”

Angel’s grin was mischievous as he reached forward and pulled you up with him. He held your hand as he led you to the bathroom, his cock already starting to get hard again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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amydancepants-peralta · 3 years

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Of course, definitely willing to wait! I just had this idea and you're one of the best smut writers lol. I'm not sure if someone has done this already, correct me if I'm wrong. Prompt: -Dating stage- Amy goes away for a few days, leading to desperate phone sex.

(this is way later than intended, but ... sexy phone time ahead!) 😉

(nsfw!) (ao3 😇)

hooked on you

“Ohh, mama … tell me more, babe.”

From his position lying in the bed he shares with the love of his life, Jake grins into the otherwise empty room, the hand holding a phone to his ear tightening it’s grip as the sound of Amy’s husky voice filters down the line. It’s the same voice that never fails to turn him on - though when it comes to Amy, that really isn’t specific to her voice - and if she had been anywhere other than a hundred miles away for an overnight conference, there’s no doubt that he’d be reaching out to touch her impossibly soft body right now.

But tonight, the woman he hopes to one day call his wife is in East Hampton, and today had been

a long day that felt all the worse for not having her smiling at a desk across from his. So when she’d sent him a text earlier this evening, hinting at the potential for phone sex, Jake had been quick to turn off the movie and head towards their bedroom, because a) it’s Amy, and b) happy hopeful future wife means happy hopeful future life.

In the past five weeks since his exoneration, both he and Amy had fought hard to keep their bubble untouched by the outside world, favouring nights and weekends in bed over all else. (Even if he’d only ended up in jail for eight weeks, the fear of fifteen years had been very real, and each prolonged snuggle felt like a step closer to making up for lost time.) But when Amy had been invited to join other ambitious officers at a three-day conference, both of them knew that the opportunity was too good to pass up - except for the fact that now, they were both far too far away from each other, and itching to close the gap in any way they could.

Including a handy (and newly discovered) version of sexy talk, called Jake describes books he’s reading to a horny Amy.

(It holds a 98% success rate.)

(Ninja Turtle comics, he was quick to discover, are not on the Acceptable Books list.)

“It’s called Good Omens, and it’s written by two different authors, Ames. It’s a … collaboration.”

“Mmm. You’ve been reading so much, Jake.”

Grinning, Jake nods with pride. “Three Philip Roths and the whole D.C Parlov series, babe.”

“Mmm.” There’s a rustle of something on the other side of the line, and as he closes his eyes Jake imagines his girlfriend settling in to her hotel bed, the academy shirt that she ‘borrowed’ from him over two years ago just barely covering her bottom half. It was a tantalising image, even if unconfirmed, and he stretches his left hand down to nurse the erection that was beginning to build beneath his boxers.

“Now tell me about your day, hun. You went to a seminar?”

“Oh god yes,” Amy sighs again, and the version of her in his mind tents her legs, one after the other, as her underwear slinks away. “I met the leading specialist in dactyloscopy, and he called my notes from a case last year ..” she lets out another sigh, this one filled with satisfaction. “Exemplary.”

“Does that make you feel good, Ames?”

Amy responds with a muffled moan into the receiver, and Jake feels his cock expand underneath his palm. His throat starts to feel dry, the quickening of his heart never going away no matter how many times they’ve done this, and he licks his lips before asking - “Are you touching yourself, babe?”

“Mmm hmm.”

He pushes the edge of his boxers down, relishing in the sweet relief of pressure that comes with letting his erection spring free, and listens to his girlfriend sigh through the phone line as his fingers grip around the base. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

The bedspread muffles Amy’s response for a second, and when she comes back her voice is so breathy, it hurts. “You.” Jake’s eyes flicker over to the top drawer of their dresser, where the ring he bought for her finger remains hidden inside a pair of old socks, and oh how he wishes he could just marry her tomorrow.

“Did you miss me today, babe?”

“We talked about the - ” pausing for a moment, Amy takes a heavy swallow, and Jake’s grip around his dick tightens. “The importance of observation. And it made me think about that case you solved last week, just from reading over the victim’s diary. I love your observant mind, Jake. Love you.” She lets out another sigh, one that Jake recognises as completely turned on Amy, and his wrist begins to slide up and down. If she keeps going like this, there’s no way he’s going to last long. “I miss you every day you’re not around.”

Eight weeks behind cold metal and too-far-apart visits nudge into the back of his mind. “God, I wish you were here next to me.”

“Mmm. Me too, babe.”

Pushing his head further into the pillow underneath, Jake’s teeth sink into his lower lip as memories of a naked Amy take over his senses. “Ames?”

“Hmm?”

“What is your hand doing right now?”

Her smile, he knows, has turned into the slow and sexy upward curve of her lips that made him an absolute goner the very first time she unleashed it. “What do you want it to be doing?”

Jake’s eyes squeeze tight, the rotating grip of his left hand around his cock increasing as he tries to vocalise everything he wishes he were doing. “If I was there, Ames? My hands would be all over your body. Kissing every inch of those beautiful curves. Leaving marks in places only you and I will ever know about. Touching you. Tasting you. Diving into you, so deep I don’t ever want to come back.”

“Ahh! Jake …”

“But I’m not there. Even though I want to be, more than you know.” He lets out a soft moan, imagining the hand wrapped around his cock is Amy’s as it speeds up. “So I want you to touch yourself, the way I would.”

“Yesss.”

“Are you wet for me, babe?”

“Only for you.”

The obvious arousal in Amy’s voice makes Jake’s dick twitch, and he lets out another sigh. “Wish you knew how hard I am for you right now.”

“Mmm. Wish you were inside me, Jake.”

“I’m there with you, Ames. Imagine it. Your fingers are mine.” Gasping softly into her phone, Amy mumbles a version of his name, and Jake has to let go of his cock before he comes all over the bedspread. Ladies first. “My tongue is on your clit, and my fingers are deep inside. You feel so warm around me, so perfect. So amazing.”

The soft hum of Amy’s vibrator cuts into the background, and Jake realises with a grin that she’d been using her headphones all along; ever the most-prepared. Her moans gather momentum as the vibrations grow muffled, phone long abandoned on the mattress beside her; and in that moment there’s nothing that Jake wouldn’t give to be able to teleport himself right into her hotel room, just to watch his crazily sexy girlfriend fall apart the way he knows she’s about to.

“Jake.” Her voice is throaty, the shuddering breaths of a woman pushing closer to climax barreling down the phone line, and Jake’s grip around his cock returns. “You feel so good, babe. I want you here.”

“Soon, Ames.” With the steady pumping action of his hand, Jake’s not entirely sure how he’s still managing coherent speech, but the sound of Amy’s moans spur him on. “Soon, you’ll be home, and then you and I are going to fuck each other so hard that neither of us will be able to think straight for a week.” A familiar tightening of his abdomen begins to creep in, and Jake knows he’s not far away. “But for now, I want you to think about my tongue on your skin. My fingers digging into your gorgeous butt. My thumb on your clit, rubbing those circles that drive you mad.”

The sound of Amy’s responding orgasm is muffled - he’d bet good money that her teeth are sinking into a pillow right now - but just enough to make Jake’s wrist move faster, and by the grace of all that is good he manages to have the presence of mind to lean forwards; snatching a couple of tissues from the holder on Amy’s bedside table before letting it all go with a heavy moan of her name.

It takes a solid minute or two of shattered breathing on either side of the line before Jake can even try to speak, the distorted galaxy of stars behind his eyes dissipating as the high from his climax slowly fades. “My god, Ames. How you can make me come that hard without even being in the room … you really are the sexiest woman I could ever know.”

Amy’s chuckle is soft, her gratification obvious in her tone as she replies, and he imagines her unfurling her naked limbs underneath the hotel room sheets. “Just warming you up for our reunion in a day or two, boyfriend.”

“I’m counting down the hours, babe.”

His smile grows soft as he turns to look at the calendar on their dresser, noticing that Halloween is only one week away as their discussion turns to their days tomorrow; both so comfortable within each other’s presence that post-orgasm conversation really can be about anything.

He runs over the Heist Engagement plan in the back of his mind as she wishes him goodnight, the lingering satisfaction in her voice enough to give him another semi, wrapping his palm loosely around as he relives the moment over and over again.

And later in the evening as Jake turns out the light, he sends out a note of gratitude for whatever lucky dice he managed to throw that led to someone as incredible as Amy Santiago falling in love with somebody like him.

And if he’s even luckier, she’ll say yes on October 31st.

#oh hey I'm back!#phone zex peraltiago stylez #anon I'm v sorry this took me so long #peraltiago smut #b99 fanfic

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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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Cast your mutuals but it’s only Lottie because it’s her birthday 🥳🎂

I just want to say that I see you, I hear you, and I’ll deliver (even tho I’m lazy and I could never do this if it wasn’t for you)

Cast your mutual ( @imdreamingwiththestars ) as...

Marvel Man — Ant Man, Scott Lang

Wait before you get mad hear me out! SCOTT LANG IS THE SEXIEST AVENGER! First off he’s fucking hilarious without even trying. Like HILARIOUS. Everything he says has me in stitches. Second, he’s a great fucking father— literally the best fucking father. Kinda like how you’re always telling me to drink water and to go to bed. Third, he’s adaptable! He can switch between superhero, commendable dad, friend, awkward, sexy— this man is everything and you are everything. Fourth, he’s a dork. And you can’t get mad at me for that because it’s not a jab— it’s the reason we’re friends. The scene in Ant Man and the wasp where he’s doing a thousand things while bored at home just screams Lottie and the way one moment you’re sending pictures of the bracelet you made and then the next your doing something entirely different. Finally he’s sexy— he’s hot as fuck and anyone who doesn’t think Paul Rudd— America’s true golden boy— is sexy then I don’t want to know you. He’s sexy not only because he’s just plain sexy with no substance (which he’s not and neither are you) but because of all the things I said before saying that he’s hot. This fucking DILF makes me want to be a MILF.

Marvel Woman — Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff

Chaos Queen bisexual witch with nerd boyfriend— sounds about right to me! No— you don’t have nerd boyfriend but he’s out there (and maybe his name is SCOTT LANG). She loves fiercely when it comes to family and feels like she’s dying when those she loves are hurt. Family relationships get rocky at times but would do absolutely anything for her found family. She has meltdowns that rock entire towns and then, in the next second, is fine. Maladaptive daydreamer who creates the realities she would rather be in and adds the extra creative flare that the rest of the people around her are missing. That town was suffering before she showed up and gave it the ol’ razzle dazzle. Like please, take over my mind anyday. Deals with my Agatha Harkness level drama with grace. Like oh shit I kidnap you and force you to relive trauma and you don’t kill me? Wow a queen. 100/10 would bang and, yes, that needed to be added because it’s an important attribute. Also when I picture Lottie’s marvel costuming I see red and I see corsets and that’s enough for me 😌

TVD Man — Kai Parker

No, you aren’t a sociopath but neither was Kai Parker!! He was a kid who’s family fucked him over in every way because he was different and then— when he lashed out after years of straight abuse— got locked up. He’s not crazy— he’s hurt and no one’s fucking listening. He’s made mistakes but everyone would rather say shit about him instead of looking at their own lives. At the end of the day no one was better than Kai Parker despite how much they would like to think they are. He appreciates the little things— snowflakes and good food and sharp knives. He’s charming and has a voice that makes me melt— I can picture him going for walks and sending me videos about his coffee and what he bought at target. He needs a hug and a vacation and an I’m sorry.

TVD Woman — Bonnie Bennet

Is it telling that I picked another witch? Possibly. Am I gonna do it again? Definitely. Bonnie Bennet is a badass despite the fact that literally everything goes against her. She isn’t a badass because it’s easy, she’s a badass because it’s in her fucking DNA. No one wants her to be a badass— even her grandma at some points hates her— but she can’t turn it off so she doesn’t. She shouldn’t turn it off. She’s level headed but oh boy when she gets angry fucking watch out. She’s ride or die for her friends but will put them in her place when she needs to. She’s the most powerful one but no one treats her like it?? Creative problem solver with a penchant to let her powers kinda slip from time to time until a building or two is on fire. Falls for the hottest people but also might fall for your brother. She is the hottest one— full sexy— and again, yes, that’s important.

TO Man — Marcel Gerard

It was a toss up between him and Vincent Griffith but I have made my choice. Marcel is the poster boy for found family but also for knowing when it’s right to separate and do his own thing. The true king of NOLA who has exquisite taste in music. He was kinda evil at the beginning but it really only made him sexy so?? He thought he was protecting his city and vamp fam and I think that’s reasonable. Cares deeply, is beyond loyal, and would kill for those he loves. Saves a dorky awkward gay from death and that goes without saying hey thank you ma’am dorky gay here thankful for you’re consistent messages in her inbox I would be dead on here without you. Accidentally acquires a child but becomes one of the best dads ever despite her temper and unpredictable powers. Has an on off relationship with an equally sexy blonde. Himbo CEO vibes and I think that’s lovely— like you. You are lovely.

TO Woman — Hayley Marshall

Fierce, sexy, hybrid who loves two men even though they makes her so damn angry. Family drama 100%, found family drama 200%. Wolf queen who appreciates the downtime of chilling in nature with a cold drink and good people. Would die for her family but before it even gets to that point she would kill anyone who got in between her and them. Would go to unknown lengths to do the literal impossible like bring her family back from the dead. Impeccable mother— impeccable friend— impeccable leader. IS SO FUCKING SEXY. Also kinda angsty lol.

A Favourite Song — Drops of Jupiter | Train

Despite what it may seem like, I didn’t choose this because I know it’s one of your faves. I chose it because when I think about you I think about little things. Dunkin donuts and bikini tops and mugs and pink purple blue bracelets and late night talks about nothing. The verses of this song talks about all the little things she does that makes him love her and that’s how I feel about you. I love you because you don’t say hi, you say things akin to “Finn Mikaelson deserves to feel sexy like the rest of his brothers” and I think this song has that energy.

A Favourite Movie — Treasure Planet

“You’re gonna’ rattle the stars, you are.”

A coming of age adventure story with an angsty main character and a happy ending— it’s perfect. Sometimes to find yourself you need to find a golden map, get your moms rich friend to fun your pirate ship, hire a sexy cat captain, and befriend a father figure whose also a villain. Sometimes you also have to let him get away at the end. It touches on themes of discovery, forgiveness, trauma, and self love. Jim is a capable sarcastic smart kid and his best friend is an awkward robot who talks too much— wow, it’s us. Please bring me to space school when you get accepted 😌

I hope this makes you smile on your birthday! I love you most 💕

#dizzy loves Lottie #dizzy loves lottie so fucking much #literally just me obsessing over this woman #because WOW #I LOVE HER #and she’s awesome #and pretty #and AHHHHHHH

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Both @captain-aralias and @palimpsessed did really nice posts to share their fics from this year as well as their thoughts on what they wrote, and I enjoyed reading their posts (and their fics!) so much that I thought I would take them up on their open invitation to do one too! I’m a big believer in keeping lists of your accomplishments to look at on days when self-doubt creeps in, so I encourage anyone else who might be interested to do this too! (All the questions are copied from @captain-aralias)

List of Completed Fics this year:

I wrote ten fics this year, as well as starting a ton of WIPs, which is amazing to me, considering I have only written fic once before in my life!

Slow - General, 3k

We’re Not in Genovia Anymore - Teen, 28k

Promises - General, 3k

A Privilege to Love You - Teen, 7k

Early Riser - General, >1k

Write This Down - General, 3k

As You Wish - Teen, 13k

The View from the Veranda - General, 4k

Down By The Sea - General, 2k

Just Want You to Know Who I Am - General, 1k (written in 2020, posted in 2021)

Total: 10 fics, 67k words, 100% Snowbaz

Pretty good for what is truly the first year that I have been an active participant in fandom!

Questions answered below the cut.

Best/worst title?

A Privilege to Love You is my favorite title, because I think the line is just so sweet, and it makes my heart melt.

We’re Not in Genovia Anymore is definitely my worst title, because that was just the placeholder name I gave the WIP, but then I got so used to it I forgot to change it to something better before posting. I still cringe a bit at that one.

Best/worst summary?

l am horrifically indecisive, so I have a few summaries that I like. Just Want You To Know Who I Am is short and sweet, and I think it conveys exactly what I want it to:

Baz is fine. He's fine. Everything is fine. (It just isn't.)

~A fic about being loved in all the little ways~

But I also really liked the quotes I pulled for The View from the Veranda, As You Wish, and A Privilege to Love You.

Early Riser also has a summary that I let break my heart:

Baz wakes up early now, even though Simon doesn’t.

I does very little to convey what the fic is about, but after reading the fic it hurts like I wanted it to, sooo.....

I think that Promises has the worst summary though:

Inspired by the song "Promises" from the musical Hadestown.

Simon and Baz have spent the last three years working on themselves and on their relationship. Now it's time for their next step together.

Best/worst first line?

Baz says it best to open The View from the Veranda:

I am not a man accustomed to enduring want.

However, Simon deserves an honorable mention for starting us off right in As You Wish:

Baz is such a prick.

As for worst opening lines, I don’t really think I have any. I have some that stand better as an opening paragraph than an opening line, but I place a lot of importance on the first line of a story, so I like to make sure all mine are strong.

Best/worst last line?

I am not going to spoil any last lines for anyone (I cover up the last page of books when I read to reveal it slowly, word by word, so I take last lines seriously!), but I will say that As You Wish has an adorably predictable last line that I love.

For worst last line, I have to say Slow. I liked the line itself when I wrote it, but then I learned later that people were interpreting it in a more steamy way than what I had intended, and because I feel like Slow is such an innocent fic and really highlights how important it is for Simon to not be rushed into every decision he makes, I don’t like that it sounds like he and Baz rushed into something else. (I just meant that they talked and maybe kissed a bit! That’s it!)

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

On December 31st, 2019, I was pet sitting when I came across a prompt for a Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement Snowbaz AU. I impulsively started to write, even though I had only written one other fic in my life (Check, Please!), and I had never written Snowbaz before. I kind of thought that maybe I would write one fic and that would be all, and that maybe one fic is all I would ever write, but I am so happy to have been wrong about that! I wrote way more than I could have predicted, and I even did NaNoWriMo! (I failed NaNoWriMo too, and I’m okay with that, because I want writing to be something I do for fun, not something that stresses me out.)

As a fun side note, Carry On is a fandom that I have returned to many times in my life, and it seems to have a special place on New Year’s Eve/New Year’s Day for me. I was given Fangirl as a Christmas present, and started reading it on New Year’s Eve, only to finish it and realize that the new year had arrived while I was engrossed in the book. I have spent multiple New Year’s Eves since engrossed in a reread of the book, or reading fic, and so it feels really fitting that I got into properly writing fic for Carry On as the year turned over.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

Literally all of this was unexpected, as I never planned on writing any more fic, but I think I am most surprised to have written multiple songfics. I never read many songfics, and didn’t often care for them, but I wrote Promises off of the song from Hadestown, Write This Down off of George Strait’s song, and then Just Want You to Know Who I Am because Caity got the Goo Goo Dolls stuck in my head.

What’s your favourite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

My favorite might actually be my most popular, so I’ll go with my close second favorites (it’s a tie)

A Privilege to Love You is a soulmate au, and those are my favorite things ever. I also received some of the best feedback on this one, and I feel like I did a lot of things that worked really well in this fic.

The View from the Veranda is just so wonderful for me though, it combines my love of history with absolute silliness for a friend (I love you Liz!!!), @krisrix did some INCREDIBLE art for it, and I just had so much fun writing it.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

As You Wish was the most popular, hands down, with more hits, kudos, comments, and bookmarks than any other fic I wrote. It’s also the fic of mine that I reread the most, because it makes me so happy and I love all the silly moments.

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

We’re Not in Genovia Anymore is probably the answer here. This isn’t entirely backed up by metrics, since it does have more hits and kudos than some of my other fics, but for how long it is and the work that went into it, I think it only got a portion of the attention I was hoping it would. That’s mostly my fault though! It was the first fic I wrote for this fandom, and so I have definitely grown as a write since! Additionally, while I feel like it has a lot of great moments and fantastic lines, I have some lackluster bits too, and it really suffered from not having a beta (I was too shy to ask anyone back then). It’s also an AU of a movie that isn’t as widely viewed as I previously thought, so that didn’t help either, and as I already said, this fic could have a much better title.

All that aside though, the people who have read and talked to me about this fic have really seemed to like it, so I’m glad that I did right by my fellow Princess Diaries 2 fans! (and all of the wonderful people who read it and commented nice things having never seen the movie, y’all rock!)

Story that could have been better?

Everything I wrote before asking someone to beta. I just talked about what I would improve in We’re Not In Genovia Anymore, but Promises could use some work too. Having a few wonderful friends help me edit my fics has really improved what I post!

Sexiest story?

Oh gosh, I am not someone who writes sexy things.

Having said that, The View from the Veranda was written in the style of a bodice ripper, so I think that makes it the sexiest story by default. Kris’s art also enhances its sex appeal by at least 200% (I laughed out loud when I was making the list at the start of this post, because I had entirely forgotten that fic is rated G - honestly, that tells you everything you need to know about me, my romance novel fic can be read by children haha) (I might give it a T rating at some point, just because I feel like it should have that)

**I just remembered the bonus chapter for As You Wish.... that might be the sexiest thing I’ve written haha 🤣

Saddest story?

Early Riser - I am a big believer in giving everyone who deserves it a happy ending, but this one is just an interlude of sadness and depression without any resolution in sight.

(If you read it though, please know that in my head they do get therapy and things do get better! Snowbaz always has a happy ending in my fics, even if I don’t write it out fully)

Most fun?

As You Wish - this one to me feels like the happy chaos of running and sliding around a big house in stocking feet, and I don’t have a better way to describe it than that. There’s a tiny bit of angst from Baz, and a little bit of panic from Simon, but I was smiling and having so much fun while writing this fic, and I really think it comes across.

Story with single sweetest moment?

A Privilege to Love You - I’ll let you decide which of the many sweet moments is actually the sweetest ❤

Hardest story to write?

Promises, no question about it. I had written two fics by that point, and people had been so nice, and some of you lovely folks had even started tagging me in WIP Wednesday posts and in Six Sentence Sunday posts, but I felt like I had no inspiration left and I kept worrying that I wouldn’t be able to write again. So, I forced myself to write something, and it felt like pulling teeth (and it honestly wasn’t very good), but I gifted it to the person who had been my biggest cheerleader and who had tagged me a million times, and that’s how @foolofabookwyrm and I became friends. Writing the fic sucked, but her friendship is worth it, a million times over 💜💜💜

Easiest/most fun story to write?

The View from the Veranda. I’m a historian, and I work a lot with primary sources and spend time speaking with others in 18th century language, so once I got into my “work mindset” the words just flowed. This was also a silly, happy story for me, because I included a lot of jokes for Liz, and there are a ton of details that are just hilarious if you work at the same place I do (sorry that none of you do, but let me just tell you, the descriptions of Simon are all based off of my most attractive colleague, and at least 15% of this fic is silly quotes from work). I think this was only supposed to be about a thousand words long, and I messaged Kris multiple times while writing just to tell him that it was getting out of control and I couldn’t stop writing 😂

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

Writing for Agatha in We’re Not in Genovia Anymore really made realize how much some of her (canon) story resounded with me, and I liked the deeper character study I ended up doing for her. I’m still always going to be the most in love with Baz, but I have a deeper connection to Agatha now too.

Most overdue story?

It’s still overdue. I have so many WIPs, at least seven of which are soulmate AUs, and I just keep starting more. In terms of actual planned release date though? I started writing a The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue AU for NaNoWriMo, with the intention of publishing it in January. It’s already the longest fic I’ve ever written, and I don’t think I’m even a quarter of the way done with it. I wasn’t happy writing for NaNo, because I don’t do well with creativity on a deadline, and I chose to pause work on that fic so I can actually enjoy writing it and end up with something I like once I finally return to it. Apologies to those who are anxiously awaiting the fic, I do hope to finish it this year, and I won’t post until it’s all done, so you’ll get a very rapid update schedule when it does come out!

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

I signed up for my first fandom event! I participated in the Secret Snowflake event, and wrote Down By The Sea for the wonderful @fight-surrender (and ended up with ideas for some other new fics too)! Even though I was actively failing NaNoWriMo when I signed up, I did manage to complete my fic on time, and I learned that it wasn’t quite as daunting as I was expecting it to be. (My biggest problem was my laptop breaking and having to do almost everything on my phone - I also learned once again just how amazing Liz is, as she helped me format and post to ao3, since I couldn’t do that properly without a computer)

I struggle with being creative on a deadline, but wanting to write a little over 1k in a month was much more achievable than feeling stressed about writing 50k in a month!

This year’s theme and the story that demonstrates it most:

I like the idea of the inevitability of love. I adore soulmate AUs, because I love the idea of a universe where not only does someone have a perfectly matched other person, but that there is a surefire way to find them. Even though I only published one soulmate AU this year, I feel like every time I write Snowbaz I am writing about a couple where love will, inevitably, win. In my mind they are always going to have a happy ending somewhere down the line where they are just purely in love. Even though love doesn’t magically fix everything, it’s still incredibly powerful, and I only want to create stories where Simon and Baz truly love each other.

Of course, with that as the theme, A Privilege to Love You has to be the fic that best demonstrates the idea of inevitable love - it’s a soulmate AU and a universe where Simon exercises his free will.

What are your fic writing goals for next year this year?

Finish and publish my Gentleman’s Guide AU

Finish and publish more soulmate AUs (I have so many WIPs you guys)

Plan more before writing

Work on improving dynamic scenes and the overall flow of my fics - I sometimes feel like I have too many lulls, and I want to write in a more engaging way

Promote my own work more! I am partially doing this post because there are multiple fics that I never shared on here! I plan to make banners for all of the fics I write this year, and to post them on tumblr at the same time I upload them to ao3.

The last few years have been a time of tremendous personal growth for me, and I really feel like I’m starting to understand who I am as a person, settle into myself, and like who I am. I’m thrilled to discover that fandom is still part of who I am and what I enjoy, and that I have more creative outlets in my life now than I ever expected to. My biggest goal is just to keep building on all of that, to use fic to explore who I am, to reflect what I like, make myself happy with my writing, and to hopefully make at least a few of you happy with my stories too!

#2020 fics #my writing #about me #year in review #fic masterpost #fanfic year in review #my fic #snowbaz #carry on

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