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its-time-to-write · 9 months
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Hi!! I hope you’re well !! Thank you so much for keeping the Jaimie Tartt community well fed like I will forever be in your debt you’re amazing‼️‼️ My humble request is in honor of SNTV:) My favorite songs are Enchanted and Sparks Fly so maybe a complicated angsty start up to a fluffy love confession (like they just haven’t gotten the timing right until now or they were friends and then something happens to her). IDK anyway sorry for the word vomit and thank you bunches for all your hard work!!
I loved this request!! Also sorry, all my fics seem to be ending the same way this days😬 But we keep getting to the ending in new and exciting ways so hopefully no one cares! Enjoy!
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wonderstruck
You knew the moment you met Keeley Jones that your friendship was going to be a wild ride. You were still in uni, and had picked up a one-off job as one extra on a commercial shoot. The pay wasn’t bad (hey, it was extra money) and you were willing to sacrifice a Saturday for it. Keeley was one of the frontrunners for the commercial, all big hair and wild makeup. You had bumped into her by chance at the food table, started talking, and the rest was history. One random job turned into a solid four years of friendship. It was a funny dynamic between you and Keeley, because she was both older sister and antagonizer. She liked to pull you out of your comfort zone, taking you to clubs, parties, events, whatever as her plus one. Well, until she started dating a prick footballer named Jamie Tartt.
You didn’t meet him while they were together. You’d already known Keeley for two and a half years at that point, and understood she had shit taste in men. You weren’t afraid to tell her that to her face and she’d just laugh and say, “I know babes, but it’s right fun, innit?”
You’d laugh and shake your head, then go back to carefully painting her nails in the brightest, sparkliest colors imaginable.
Keeley was really, really good for you.
She called you the night she broke up with Jamie, and you came over to her house with a giant bottle of champagne only to find her and another woman, a Rebecca Welton, already proper tipsy and giggling on the floor. They were still dolled up from that night’s benefit while you were in pajamas, but you didn’t let that stop you. You downed half a bottle while Keeley and Rebecca cheered. You were glad Keeley had dumped that awful, cheating, self-absorbed prick. She deserved so much better.
You were glad when she started dating Roy Kent. He was a lot more down-to-earth than she was, and they were a good balance for each other. You wondered if Keeley gravitated toward those of a more serious nature in the same way you were drawn to those who were more spontaneous.
Post-uni, you had started your own business. It was kind of a random venture, something you had begun for a friend, but then it took off. You made the most outrageous, eccentric day-to-day dresses, taking a simple pattern then transforming it with wild patterns, tulle, and the occasional sparkle. Keeley, angel that she was, modeled some of them and put them on her instagram. And just like that, you were selling out. 
It was absolutely insane, but you were able to spend the week making two dresses and then turn over a nice profit. You felt like you were overcharging but Keeley said, “Babe, if you’re selling out, you might be undercharging.”
All that to say, life with Keeley Jones as your friend was absolutely magical. You’d do anything for her. Including going to a fucking benefit as her plus one.
“Why can’t you just take Roy?”
“Roy’s already got his own invite. He’s a coach, so he has to be there even though he’s going to fucking hate it.” Keeley laughs. She thinks Roy’s grumpiness is endearing.
“Alright, why’d you get a plus one then? It doesn’t make sense, Keels,” you counter.
Keeley refuses to meet your eyes. “It’s entirely possible that Rebecca gave me one so that you’d come.”
“Keeleyyy,” you groan.
She shoves your shoulder playfully. “She knew if she sent you a direct invite you wouldn’t go, and she said she’d let us meet up at her house to get ready together! C’mon babes, it’s going to be so much fun and we’ll look sooo fucking fit walking the red carpet together, yeah?”
She gives you her widest puppy-dog eyes, lower lip pushing out. You sigh.
“Fucking fine. Fine. But you’re coming with me to pick out a dress. And you’re buying my coffee.”
Keeley cheers and tackles you in a hug. “You won’t regret it, I swear. Worst case you can just bitch about it with Roy the next day.” You laugh. You and Roy bitch about a lot of things together.
The red carpet is absolutely terrifying. It’s louder than you would have thought and the flashes from the camera are giving you a headache. 
“How the hell do you do this?” you ask Keeley through a smile. 
She laughs for the cameras. “Loads of practice, babe,” she replies in a perfect pose. “Now look at me and laugh at something I said.”
You’re almost done and the paps are asking for a photo of Keeley and Roy, so you wait off to the side near the entrance for them. You crane your neck to try to find Rebecca, to no avail. You do however catch the eye of someone with a very nice fashion sense and very, very blue eyes. He gives you a once-over and grins. You blush and turn back to Keeley and Roy who have finished and are making their way over to you. Keeley grabs your hand and says, “Hi Jamie!” while Roy rolls his eyes. Jamie says, “Hey Keeley,” and nods to Roy. “Grandad.”
“Fuck you,” Roy replies, and you’re surprised at the borderline affectionate tone he’s using. Especially considering Jamie is Keeley’s ex. He’s not really what you would have expected, but you don’t have time to dwell on that because Keeley’s dragging you inside the benefit venue.
Jamie is sitting at the same table as you. 
Correction: he’s sitting right fucking next to you and it’s all you can do to avoid eye contact with him. You had introduced yourself to him with a barely suppressed grimace and steeled yourself for a long, misogyny-filled night. 
You were so tense that Keeley put her hand on your knee and said, “I’ve got to go reapply my lipliner, d’you want to come with?”
You got up and followed her, feeling far too exposed in your backless, purple-sequined dress. 
“Alright babe, what gives?” she asks once you’ve made it to the bathroom. “You’re wound up so tight I could stick coal up your ass and get a diamond.”
That makes you crack a smile and you shrug. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”
Keeley shakes her head. “Don’t you fucking lie to me, I’ve had four years of practice knowing exactly when you’re telling me a fib.”
“Who’s fibbing?” Rebecca says, walking in the door. “I saw Keeley drag you in here, and I didn’t want to miss out on some girl talk.”
“Oh thank god you’re here,” you say, relieved. “I’ve been looking for you for the past hour and couldn’t find you.”
Rebecca self-consciously smooths her hair. “I’ve been- busy,” she says. “But this isn’t about me. What are you fibbing about?”
You look between Rebecca and Keeley then deflate. “I have to sit next to Jamie Tartt.”
Keeley and Rebecca share a look. “I don’t see what that’s such a bad thing,” Rebecca says.
You look at her in disbelief. “Jamie Tartt? The biggest prick in all of London, and quite possibly all of England? Cheated on Keeley multiple times and all-around arsehole?”
Keeley grimaces. “Yeah, not one of his finer points in life.”
“See?” you say. “He’s the fucking worst!” Rebecca and Keeley share another look.
“Stop fucking doing that,” you say. “What?”
“Darling,” Rebecca says gently, “he’s changed.”
You’re not buying it, a sentiment that is evident in your expression.
“It’s true, babes,” Keeley affirms. “And look, I’d probably be the fucking last person to say it. But he has! He’s loads better than he used to be, an absolute sweetheart. Even Roy loves him.”
You snort.
“Okay, maybe love is a strong word,” Keeley amends. “But he likes him! Roy said Jamie’s the best player on the team, and possibly one of the best in the country!”
You’re still not buying it. 
“Listen,” Rebecca says. “Give him one hour free of bias. Forget who he was and give him a chance. You might be surprised.”
You look to Keeley, unsure. It is her ex, after all.
To your surprise, she’s smiling and nodding. “Go for it,” she says. “You never know what could happen.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you and you laugh. Only Keeley Jones could try to pawn her ex off on her best friend with the confident assurance that he’s a better man now. You know she’s not lying, or at least she believes Jamie’s changed. You’re not sure what to believe, but you’ll take Rebecca’s advice and give Jamie one hour to change your mind.
You’re not in your seat two seconds before Jamie starts talking to you.
“Why d’you look so nervous love? I don’t bite.” He grins. “Much.”
You catch yourself before you grimace and instead say, “This whole thing isn’t really my scene. It’s a lot of people I don’t know, and I’m only here ‘cause Keels asked me to be her plus one.”
Jamie still has that obnoxious grin on his face. “What does Roy think about you stealing his girlfriend? Can’t imagine he’d take it lying down.”
You glance over at Keeley and Roy. His arm is around the back of her chair and she’s leaning into him ever so slightly. 
You say, “I’ve been here longer than he has, so if anyone’s stolen her, it’s him,” and you watch the pieces click into place in Jamie’s head.
“Shit,” he says. “You’re the best friend. Shoulda known when you told me your name.”
You shrug.
“Makes sense,” he continues. “I wondered why you weren’t fuckin’ beside yourself to be sitting by the fittest bloke in the room.”
You roll your eyes, hint of a smile tugging at your lips.
He pulls his chair a little closer and looks at you again with those perfect blue eyes. “Seriously, I am sorry. I was a prick. It took Keeley breaking up with me for me to start gettin’ my head out of me arse.” Jamie’s words back up what Keeley and Rebecca told you. You’re not entirely ready to brush his past under the rug, but tell him that it seems like he did a right proper job of it, which makes him laugh.
“Do you really think you’re the fittest guy in here?” you ask.
Jamie gestures to the room. “Look around, babe. I ain’t lying.”
You laugh, and the tension dispels. You’ve 55 minutes to go, and then you can go back to hating him. For now, you’ll let him keep cracking jokes.
The hour is up, but you’re still talking to Jamie. You don’t stop to consider why he’s still talking to you (maybe because he can’t stand the idea of anyone hating him) but he is. It’s actually enjoyable, so when he asks you to accompany him to the dance floor, you look to Keeley for approval instead of outright rejecting him.
Keeley says, “Go on babe, I’m gonna try to convince this one to get out there for at least one dance,” and Roy says, “Fuck no.”
You let Jamie take your hand as he promises, “No funny business, I swear,” and you just laugh.
You laugh through three songs because Jamie has a way of making you giggle. He swings you around and executes all kinds of moves that you’re sure you could never replicate, but you assume that being a Premier League footballer means he’s got to be coordinated. Makes sense that he can dance.
The fourth song is a slow one, so you move to leave the dance floor but Jamie catches your hand.
“Stay,” he says. “I’m having a really great time with you.”
You feel Keeley kick the bottom of your shoe from where she’s swaying with her arms around Roy’s neck. 
It makes you stumble a little, just enough for Jamie to have to catch you. He grins. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”
He puts your hands around his neck and his on your waist. It’s a soft touch, but you can feel sparks shooting up your hipbones.
You’re absolutely fucked.
Jamie doesn’t say a single thing, just sways along with the soft music and gazes into your eyes. You can’t look away no matter how hard you try. 
The song ends and you let go of Jamie. He slides a hand up you waist and down your arm, lifts your hand to his lips, and kisses your inner wrist. 
Before you can form a coherent thought, he’s gone.
Rebecca and Keeley are on you in a moment.
“You’re both coming to mine,” Rebecca says. “You have time to go home and get pajamas, but I’m getting out of here as soon as I can. I just made sure my pantry was restocked.”
It’s 2am. Rebecca and Keeley have successfully gotten you to admit that you like Jamie. 
Against all odds, you like him.
Fuck.
“You’re sure it’s not weird?” you ask Keeley as you pace around Rebecca’s bedroom.
“For the millionth time, babe,” she says, “I really don’t. I think you two would be fucking adorable together.”
Rebecca nods in agreement. “I’m on Keeley’s side on this one. Jamie used to be a right little shit, but he’s really turned it around. And could you please stop wearing a hole in my rug? It’s giving me anxiety.”
You abruptly stop and plop down on the bed. “What if he doesn’t like me? What if he was only trying to make me not hate him because I’m Keeley’s best friend?”
Rebecca makes an offended noise so you amend: “Sorry, one of Keeley’s best friends?”
“Listen,” Keeley says making her way to your spot on the end of the bed. She holds your arms. “I know Jamie. He was fucking interested. And he hasn’t been that way in a while. You should just fucking go for it.”
“I don’t know,” you say slowly. Rebecca and Keeley groan and flop back onto the bed.
“You’re absolutely hopeless,” Rebecca says, but it’s laced with affection. You grin.
“That’s why you love me.”
You don’t sleep. Keeley is sandwiched between you and Rebecca on Rebecca’s absolutely massive bed, and all you can think about is Jamie’s blue eyes and the sparks of electricity you felt wherever he touched you. 
You can still feel the kiss on your wrist.
It rains for three days and you refuse to go to Nelson Road. Keeley’s out sick anyway, and Rebecca is busy with work. You are too, working on a commission in electric blue. It’s very cozy inside your flat, soft music playing as the rain plinks on your roof. You’re wearing your good sweats, the ones that match and don’t have stains. Your hair is freshly clean and pulled back in a clip and there’s a pot of tea on the stove. 
Your heartbeat has not been normal since dancing with Jamie. It’s beating in an irregular pattern, horrendously out of sync with the calming sound of rain. You can’t get it to calm down so you decide to indulge and replay your entire interaction with Jamie, as a treat. 
You’re just thinking about his hands on your waist and letting your mind wander to where else you think they should go, when there’s a knock on the door. You frown.
That’s odd. Who on earth could be at your door at 7pm on a Monday in pouring rain? You pad across the living room to the door and open it to find a very wet Jamie.
“Hi,” he says, and then he’s pulling you onto the porch and kissing you in the pouring rain.
You’re soaked through to the bone, but you don’t care. All you can feel is Jamie’s hair as you run your fingers through and his lips on yours as they devour you. It’s straight out of a movie.
You shiver, and Jamie breaks away.
“Got your address from Keeley,” he says. “She’s the one who told me to come here. Can we go inside?”
You nod mutely and let him in. “Aren’t you cold?” you ask.
He just laughs. “Nah babe, I run hot. You look right fucking freezing, though. Good thing I’m here, I’ll help you warm right up.”
You’re really starting to shiver. “You should get out of those clothes,” you say through chattering teeth. 
“Could say the same about you,” Jamie replies. “Where’s your bedroom at?” 
You all but drag him up the stairs to your room. 
You think you’re going to kill Keeley for telling Jamie you liked him, but then you’re flat on your back, bare skin pressing into the duvet as Jamie Tartt presses hot kisses up your neck, and you forget all about her.
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bobathi · 3 months
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september '23 - december ‘23 fic faves (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
hello me beloveds!! can y’all believe we’re nearing 2024 already??? 🤯 anywhooo life’s been v busy lately being a military wife and your girl’s also a pawn of capitalism working an office job lol so I decided I’ll do a quarterly faves list instead and see how this goes 😬 I haven’t had much time to read but the fics I’ve read so far?? 🤌🏻 truly these writers are something else, I aspire to have the talent y'all have fr 🫡 even though most of the fics I read are primarily bts-focused, I added a few non-bts fics that were just too good not to include hehe 🤭 pls give these fab fics a read and remember to reblog and give comments/feedback!!
disclaimer: most if not all of these fics contain mature content and many of the writers mentioned have specific rules and boundaries on minors not interacting with their works so please heed their warnings!!!
september 2023
angel by @sailoryooons
mafia!myg x sex worker!reader; smut, fluff
shadows by @pasteljeon
venom!jjk x reader; smut, angst
frost impressions by @fortunexkookie
teacher!jjk x teacher!reader; gamer au, fluff, smut, angst
the backup plan by @btsgotjams27
jjk x reader; f2l, fluff
what the moon saw by @violetsiren90
myg x reader; f2l; angst, fluff, smut
the truth between us by @jimlingss and @gukyi
editor!myg x author!reader; e2l, fluff, angst
empty space by @ahundredtimesover
undercover cop!jjk x reader; angst, smut
by the time I've figured out what it's worth by @ugh-yoongi
musician!myg x reader; angst, smut, fluff
pheromones by @rmnamjoons
spaceship captain!knj x spaceship botanist reader; smut
cheek to cheek by @augustbutwinter
kth x reader; fluff
night crawlers by @alphabetboyluvr
drug runner!jjk x sugar baby!reader; college au, smut
once upon a bracelet by @ladyartemesia
prince!jjk x sorceress!reader; soulmate au, e2l, smut, angst, fluff
complete faith by @daechwitatamic
kth x reader; coworkers to lovers, angst, fluff, smut
worth all your while by @effortandmore
knj x reader; coworkers to lovers, smut, fluff, angst
elemental by @kpopfanfictrash
jjk x reader; exes to lovers, second chance romance, angst, smut
october 2023
paradise by @minisugakoobies
stripper!jjk x reader; smut, fluff
walking in traffic by @versigny
kim mingyu (svt) x reader; soulmate au, e2l, fluff, smut (ish)
ghostie by @smileysuh
johnny suh (nct) x reader; yandere au, halloween au, smut
part time lover by @sketchguk
jjk x reader; spy x family au, fake marriage au, smut, fluff, angst
don't read dead languages by @sailoryooons
professor!knj x tomb raider!reader; smut
lose your head by @jessikahathaway
constable!pjm x assistant!reader; thriller, fluff, smut
the horrible un-haunting of elliot house by @kpopfanfictrash
ghost!ksj x reader; fluff
self-care sunday by @shina913
nail tech!jjk x reader; meet-cute, fluff
knot today by @kinktae
alpha!jjk x virgin omega!reader; smut, f2l
november 2023
the devil wears valentino by @orchidyoonkook
devil!myg x reader; angst, smut, fluff
angel in the marble by @venusjeon
michelangelo!jjk x servant!reader; high renaissance au, angst, smut, humor
december 2023
a word from our sponsors by @ugh-yoongi
knj x reader; podcast au, f2l, crack, smut, fluff
spin cycle by @miscelunaaa
jjk x reader; strangers/idiots to lovers, fluff, smut
worshippers of the sun by @jimlingss
god of sun!ksj x goddess of love!reader; god!au, fluff, angst, smut
predator by @liveyun
myg x reader; gangster au, smut
the sheets by @kth1fics
kth x reader; fwb, idol au, smut
while looking over this list, I noticed an uptick in yoongi fics since he joined my bias line 🌚 Idk there’s something about his fics that hit so different 🤌🏻 god I miss him so much even tho the tannies are gonna be mia for some time, this’ll be my little excuse to catch up on some fic reading hehe (hopefully I’ll catch up by the time they reunite…🥲) anywayyy I hope you’ve all been well and are ready for the new year!! 🫶🏻
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mrsjellymunson · 5 months
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Happy Halloween, Love ❤️
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Pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!reader
Summary: Joe raids the costume department at work and conspires to make this Halloween your most memorable yet.
WC: ~4.4k
CW: 🔞MDNI!🔞, NSFW, RPF, PWP, smut, porn with a little bit of plot, established relationship, role play, dressing up, slightly dom!JQ, choking (referenced), oral (everyone’s a winner), fingering, unprotected p-in-v sex (always wrap it irl), tiny bit of mutual masturbation, squirting, maybe a touch of overstimulation, Eddie and demons are referenced, pet names (numerous, including references to reader as a pet, minion and servant), no y/n or descriptions of reader’s appearance, demon fucking (sort of). Please lemme know if I’ve missed anything, and don’t read this if you’re uncomfortable with real-person fics or any of this content.
A/N: Inspired by the anonymous comment, “It’s as close as we can get to having Joseph Quinn dress up in the Eddie wig and have demon horns”, a scenario which got stuck in my head and wouldn’t leave. This might well be the only RPF I’ll write (they still weird me out a little). I hope this doesn’t put anyone off checking out my Eddie and Steddie stuff 😬 I wrote this fairly quick and it’s not beta-d. It’s also my first time sharing smut, so (constructive) feedback is most welcome!
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You knock on the bedroom door gently, having slipped into your new outfit in the bathroom. Halloween season was always fun with your boyfriend Joe, both of you loving to dress up and create spooky scenarios that would inevitably lead to sexy shenanigans. You’d thought you were the only one dressing up tonight, but you were wrong.
Unbeknownst to you, Joe had raided the prop store at the studio he was currently working at, claiming he needed something for a Halloween party, and he had plans...
“Come in, darling.”
You open the bedroom door, sleeping in slowly, wanting to tease Joe with a slow reveal of the short, ivory satin robe you had on, something innocent-looking belying what was underneath.
A deep, velvet-smooth voice greets you, slowly murmuring, “Happy Halloween, my love.”
It’s Joe. Your Joe. Your kind, generous, loving and silly Joe, but there’s something else about him tonight, something you can’t quite place just yet.
He’s surprised you - the bedroom is dark, lit only by a pair of spice-scented red candles and a small, warm lamp. It’s intimate, but also somewhat lair-like, and the ambiance goes really well with the red and black skull-patterned bed linens you’d bought especially for this time of year. You love it.
Your eyes rake over your man, drinking him in. Clothes-wise he’s wearing nothing but a pair of snug black jeans and a studded belt.
Fuck, he looks so hot.
He’s looking down at the floor, hands clasped loosely behind his back, putting his delectable torso on display for you.
In addition, he’s wearing The Wig. That wig.
You’ve role played with this before; he knows how much you love Eddie’s luscious, chestnut locks, and how when he puts on the voice it all combines to rile you up. One time you even got some fake blackwork tattoos and put them on his arms and chest. That was a very fun evening.
But this time there’s more…
Amongst the curls he’s also wearing a pair of long, spiralling, ridged, red and black horns. They’re beautifully detailed. They nestle amongst the soft kinks, and the curls hide the ends of the horns and however they’re attached, making the effect all the more realistic.
God, he looks amazing.
You’re not can’t determine why he’s been looking at the floor since you came in. Is he being bashful? You’re confused, that doesn’t seem to fit the narrative…
Your question is answered when he slowly looks up at you, with a menacing, Kubrick-like stare.
He’s wearing contacts. Not just any contacts, but full-sclera, black contacts, completely obscuring his natural eyes.
You swallow, hard. Your fingers toy with the sides of the slinky robe you’re wearing, and you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together, trying to provide just a little friction to the area between them. Joe notices.
“Fuck Joe, I mean Eddie, you look-“
He cuts you off.
“There is no Joe here. No Eddie either. Only… your Master.”
You gasp at his voice, how it’s even deeper than usual and slightly menacing. You’ve always been impressed by the way he can control his voice, the timbre, volume, pitch, cadence. You’re momentarily distracted by how you’re not surprised he’s always been in acting work.
“Tell me you’re mine, my loyal minion.”
You’re broken abruptly from your reverie by Joe’s commanding tone, and you willingly play along, knees weakening and a pool of wetness forming surprisingly quickly in your underwear.
“Yes, my Master, all yours-”
You gasp as his strong hand reaches forward towards your throat, wrapping loosely around it. Not squeezing (not tonight, anyway), just demonstrating who’s in charge of this scenario.
Joe your Master smiles in that familiar way you know and love, but he keeps the sinister stare, giving everything a much darker edge.
“Well done, my precious. Now, would you like to have some fun with your Master?”
You bring one hand up from your side and gently drag the the tips of your fingernails along the inside of his forearm, a place you know is sensitive.
He breathes in quickly through his nose, trying to stifle a gasp, though you hear it. His grip on your neck tightens ever so slightly, and he tilts his chin up, narrowing his eyes and looking down his nose at you.
You surprise yourself as you reply, “Yes Master, I’m yours to command.”
Ever the consummate professional, none of Joe’s excited internal monologue shows, and he simply looks at you and murmurs, stretching out the syllables,
“Good girl...”
That’s it, you’re gone. He could do almost literally anything to you right now and you most likely wouldn’t stop him. You let out a small whimper.
Even with the dim light and the darkness of his denim, you can see the bulge in your Master’s jeans.
Releasing your throat, he moves his hand to the back of your neck, gripping firmly but not harshly, bending towards you and pulling your face to his. He crashes his lips against yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth in a passionate, messy kiss, which you eagerly return.
Breaking the kiss, he grins at you again, before removing his hand from your neck and flicking the edge of your robe near your collarbone.
“Take this off.”
You obey, slowly undoing the robe and slipping it off your shoulders. As the fabric slips to the floor you’re left in nothing but the new set that you bought especially for tonight.
Joe’s eyes caress your form, taking in the sheer, red, rose-patterned lace decorated with tiny bows.
But what’s really catching his eye is the fact that your bra is peek-a-boo style, and the ribbon ties are already undone, your nipples on display.
He hisses an inhale, and runs a thumb pad gently over one of your hardening nipples.
“This all for me?”
“Yes, Master, only for you.”
He takes a step towards you and glances to your panties.
“Are these…?”
“Crotchless? Yes, Master.”
He lets out an involuntary growl and brings his other hand to your core, pushing one finger between your thighs and swiping its tip through your already-damp folds.
Feeling your wetness he can’t help but drop his head back and moan.
It gives you a perfect view of his gorgeous neck, and you want to lick it, like you have so many times before.
Seeing Joe dressed up like this and regarding you with such obvious hunger leaves your whole body tingling, and the anticipation of him touching you more makes you feel like tinder about to combust.
You need him to have fewer clothes on too.
Biting your lip, you slowly bring a hand up between you and trace your fingertips over his solid torso, tracing shapes on his skin, touching the fine, soft hair and moving down towards his happy trail, finishing at his belt line. As your fingers reach his belt buckle, you ask,
“Please, Master, may I..?”
Your Master drops his hands to his sides and, with a lascivious grin, tongue peeping out at one corner running over his teeth, he gives you a tiny nod.
You undo his belt and jeans, running your hands inside the fabric and around his abdomen until you get to his hips. He’s not wearing anything underneath, just how he knows you like it.
You push the fabric downwards, dropping to your knees as you go, just how you know he likes it.
His cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen, fully hard already, and you drool at the sight.
Stepping out of his clothing, he positions himself in front of you, abs tensed and legs slightly apart, looking down at you with those completely black eyes, a curtain of dark curls framing his face.
“What are you gonna do for me, my servant?”
“Whatever you want me to, Master.”
You stick out your tongue as far as you can and languorously lick a broad stripe from his balls up the base and shaft of his cock, past his frenulum and all the way to the tip, where you pause at his slit, swirling your tongue and collecting a bead of precum that’s collected there.
Glancing up again, you notice he’s pursed his lips and his breathing has become uneven, all signs you’ve learnt are indicative of him enjoying what you’re doing.
Lifting both hands you gently grasp his base with one, pulling his tip slightly towards you, and caress his balls with the other, as you open your mouth and slide slowly down his length. Pausing after a couple of inches you return the other way, repeating and going further each time until your lips are touching the fingers you have wrapped around him.
He’s fully panting now, lips parted and brows gently furrowed.
“Fuck, precious, you’re gonna fucking kill me one day.”
Taking this as an indication to continue, you hollow your cheeks and suck, earning you a deep moan from his chest.
You move up and down at a slightly faster pace, sucking and licking, enjoying having your face stuffed full of him, until he’s suddenly grasping your chin and pulling you up towards him. His cock leaves your mouth with a soft pop, and you’re soon standing in front of him, eyes locked. Gruffly, he mutters,
“That’s too good, sweetheart, and I’ve got plans for you. Get on the bed.”
You obey, sitting your bottom on the edge of the bed and shuffling backwards until you’re in the centre, leaning back on your elbows.
He climbs on behind you, and using his hands and his knees he roughly pushes your knees and thighs apart, slotting himself between them.
He bends low towards your thighs, inhaling deeply and pausing for a moment, humming and enjoying the scent of your arousal.
At any other time you might be embarrassed, but his behaviour fits so well with the whole demon vibe and you find yourself heating up even more at the action.
He exhales a long, hot breath, which fans over your core, tantalising you further.
Dropping his upper body between your legs, he lets out a series of low growls as he sucks wet, biting kisses up your inner thighs, pausing occasionally to suck hard on the soft flesh. You moan at the sensation, wondering if he’ll leave bruises, excited by the idea that he might.
You use the opportunity to touch the horns for the first time, feeling the details and ridges, enjoying the contrast with the soft, flowing curls.
He eventually reaches your centre, and marvels at the lingerie framing your delicate, glistening folds.
With a gruff, animalistic hum he licks a stripe from your shining hole all the way up to your begging clit. You cry out, the most sensitive part of you finally receiving the attention it’s been craving.
Wasting no more time, he sticks his tongue out as far as it will go and pushes it inside you, moving and licking and devouring you like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
You watch him with hooded eyes, trying to sear the image of this demon-god between your legs into your mind, before your arms give out and you flop backwards onto the bed, just about managing to vocalise,
“More, Master, want more of you.”
He takes the hint, bringing one hand up and pushing two fingers easily inside you, and moving his mouth to lick and suckle at your clit. You moan loudly, pushing your hips down the bed and grinding into his hand and face. He moans at this, and the vibrations start to drive you towards your peak.
He chooses this moment to curl his fingers towards your front wall, hitting that spot inside you perfectly, and you begin to see stars. He keeps up his ministrations, your moans eventually turning to wails as he gradually increases the pressure on your clit, and you can hold off no longer. Your vision turns black, your limbs lock, and for a moment you stop breathing, a bubble of euphoria bursting within you as you come undone with a scream.
He reduces the pressure on your clit but doesn’t stop, forcing you to ride out aftershock after aftershock on his face. Eventually he removes his fingers from your swollen cunt, replacing them momentarily with his tongue, before pulling off entirely. Looking down at you he lets out a feral growl. Licking his lips, he wipes his chin with the back of his hand before licking it clean, before muttering,
“Fuck, so fucking beautiful…”
As soon as he thinks you can manage, he’s pulling at one hip, assisting more than forcing, as he says, “Turn over, baby, stick that beautiful ass in the air for me.”
You do your best to manoeuvre onto your front, keeping your face and chest on the mattress and putting your knees on the bed, lifting your butt. He kneels behind you, parting your knees a little further, running his hands over the globes of your ass, fully exposed and framed prettily by your red thong.
He lets out another, “SO fucking beautiful”, before slapping one palm hard cross one cheek, making you whimper, immediately moving in to kiss the stinging flesh, laving it with his lips and tongue.
He notches his tip at your hole, and, remaining in character, murmurs, “I’ve gotta fucking have you, my beautiful little -uh- pet!”
On the last word he sheathes himself fully inside you, no consideration given for the usually slow and gradual way he’d enter you, animal passion taking over and both of you more than ready.
You groan loudly as he bottoms out, adoring the feeling of him filling you up and how he rearranges your insides every time he does.
He moans as he remains seated within you for a few moments, groaning gutturally and gripping your hips harshly.
You don’t have much of a respite, as after only a moment of acclimation he’s setting a brutal pace, pumping in and out of you with feral force and abandon, wet and breathy sounds filling the room, his cock jolting your cervix with every thrust.
He starts to mutter almost unintelligible phrases in his demonic voice, but you make out,
“So fucking perfect, so fucking good for me, taking me like the cockvessel you are, my good little minion, my pet, my beautiful, beautiful pet.”
It’s all so exquisitely overwhelming, and you start wailing into your pillow.
He chooses this moment to slip one hand around to your front, immediately finding your sensitive, sopping wet bud and pressing small, form circles into it.
This brings you almost immediately to another precipice, and you cry out, “Ohgodohgodohgod!”
You can feel yourself clench down on his length, and he growls out,
“Jeezus fucking christ, squeezing me so tight, fuck!”
Euphoria washes over you again, a tingling heat beginning in your pelvis and spreading through your entire body. You go limp, but your Master holds you to him with one strong forearm, fingers continuing to circle your clit until you move and twitch, body trying to deal with the dissonance of wanting to get away from the overstimulation but enjoying the aftershocks.
As he continues to help you ride out your second orgasm he’s desperately trying to stave off his own, and eventually pulls out abruptly, your sweat mingling as he rests his forehead on your ass, breathing deeply.
You whine at the sudden emptiness and loss of contact, but are grateful for the opportunity to slump onto your side, enjoying the potential for a short rest.
He comes to lie behind you (if you’re honest, one of your favourite positions in which to get railed), but you realise something.
“No Master, not from this angle. There’s no point in you looking like that if I don’t get to enjoy it.”
Growling again (and seeing your logic) he deftly flips you over onto your back, slotting himself between your plush thighs, tip nudging your entrance as he stares into your face.
He moves both of your arms above your head, running his hands up the soft skin of the undersides and holding them there, hands clasping your wrists and pushing them into the mattress.
He seems to consider something for a moment.
“Hmm, I haven’t given these lovely tits nearly enough attention, my love. Especially considering you decorated them so prettily for me.”
That lascivious smirk is back, and with his free hand he opens the slit in the lace on one side and hums as he licks the flat of his wet tongue over one nipple. As he moves away he lets out a sigh through his nose, cooling the flesh delightfully and causing your already hard nipple to peak even more.
He massages each breast with his free hand, but decides that’s not enough, so commands you to, “Keep those there for me, my pet”, letting go of your wrists and starting to use both of his hands on your soft mounds. He’s enjoying pushing his fingers under the holes in the lace, pushing it to the side to expose your soft flesh, squeezing and squashing, pinching your nipples and licking and sucking on your sensitive nubs. You arch your back and moan with delight at the sensations.
Eventually satisfied that he’s given your tits enough attention, he licks a wet stripe all the way from your sternum, up the side of your neck all the way to your jaw, making you shiver in delight and anticipation.
He hovers over you, tips of his curls tickling your forehead. He plunges his tongue inside your mouth again in another passionate kiss, and you can taste the musk and salt from your own skin combined with the unique taste of him.
He returns his focus to getting himself seated inside of you again. He leans forward, holding your wrists with one hand, with the other lining his member up with your hole as he moves his hips forwards.
He slowly slides into you, filling you up yet again. He fucks you slow but ever so deep, the languid pace a welcome change that allows you to feel every vein and ridge of him against your sensitive walls. You’re both trembling, all of your nerves alive with sensitivity.
“Like me fucking you like this, my pet? Want your Master to -mmm- make you cum again?”
Though you know without doubt that would be an absolutely delectable option, you decide you want to do something for him now.
“I want to be good for you, Master. I want to sit on you, wanna ride you so bad.”
His eyes widen and that signature grin spreads across his face.
“Well, what my pet wants, my pet gets, doesn’t she?”
He slowly pulls out of you and releases your wrists, and in an attempt to conceal his excitement, languidly moves up the bed to lounge on a pile of collected red and black, silk and fur pillows. Abs tensed, knees spread wide and slightly bent, cock in hand and giving every appearance of being cocky and arrogant, he’s the perfect vision of a commanding demon. He’s sitting like he’s on a throne, like he deserves this. It drives you wild.
He lazily tugs at himself as he watches you crawl up the bed towards him, though he furrows his brow slightly as you pause halfway to sit on your heels, knees wide apart, displaying yourself for him.
“What’re you doing, my pet?”
You start touching yourself, parting your folds and sinking a finger easily into your dripping cunt, your free hand coming to massage one nipple.
His eyes widen and his mouth opens slightly, and you see his grip on his dick get tighter. You know he loves to watch.
You mumble, as innocently as you can,
“I couldn’t wait, Master.”
He watches for a few moments, entranced, but then remembers what’s on offer and points to his lap, raising his voice a little, aggressively muttering,
“Get up here, minion. Obey your Master!”
His domineering tone sends tingles up your spine and to your core, and you instantly comply, clambering the rest of the way up the bed and straddling his hips.
He holds his cock steady underneath you, running it over your slit, the wet noises exciting you even more.
You place your hands onto his shoulders, stabilising yourself. You take another moment to admire his outfit and presence, holding his gaze before starting to sink down onto him.
As you seat yourself into him fully, that delicious stretch and feeling of fullness returns. You take a moment to enjoy it, before starting to move, lifting up, slowly at first and not too far, before lowering yourself back down. He’s at a fantastic angle, and feeling him so far inside you is intense. You whine out,
“Fuck, Master, you’re so deep…”
He bends his legs behind you and plants both feet on the bed, encouraging you to prop yourself against them. He knows you love to lean back, giving him not only a delicious new angle but also an exquisite view of your tits jiggling as you move, and it also gives him purchase to occasionally buck his hips and slam into you from below.
He’s full-on panting again, and, huffing, he breathes out,
“That’s my good little pet, fucking me so well. You gonna make us both cum, my sweet little thing?”
Wanting to do a good job, you use your thighs to bounce up and down on him, his cock hitting that spot inside you and rocketing you towards yet another high. He’s grabbing at your tits, your ass, your hips, anywhere he can reach, grumbling and growling and clearly desperate to feel every inch of you.
His pelvis is hitting your clit in just the right way, but you need more, and you grab one of his hands and bring it to your front. He immediately begins rubbing his thumb against your clit, and you start to whimper, already close. Before you lose the power of speech he asks,
“Do you trust your Master, baby? Gonna let me try something?”
You trust him implicitly and, although you have no idea what he has in mind, you nod. He moves one hand to your sacrum, stabilising you. The other thumb continues circling your clit, but he pushes the flat of that hand against your belly, like he sometimes does when he wants to feel himself inside of you, except this time there’s more pressure.
You’re rolling your hips against him now, all the different sensations combining to bring you closer to your release. You can hear him panting too, feel him tensing, and you know he’s not far off either. But there seems to be a different kind of pressure building in your abdomen.
You try to say something, but full sentences won’t come out. All you can manage is parts of words, like, “Wait-, no-, someth-, it’s diff-, oh fu-“
Unable to control anything anymore, your release washes over you in a searing wave, but there’s something else too - you feel a hot, wet gush coming from you and soaking his hand, wrist and abdomen.
Unable to process what’s just happened, you simply look at him, open-mouthed but still euphoric.
That’s it for him, he can’t hold off anymore and his release hits him, hard. He pulls your hips down onto him at the same time he slams up into you, face slack and breathing ragged, and you feel his hot, sweet release paint your insides, simultaneously letting out a long, low, broken groan.
Unable to process anything else, his eyes close and his head drops back against the headboard. You get another glimpse of that delicious neck, and run your hands over it and his collarbones as he comes down. He always looks so beautiful like this.
You both need a moment to let your heart rate and breathing come back to some semblance of normal. Evaporating sweat leaves you both with delicate goosebumps on some of your exposed skin, but the change in temperature is welcome.
You’re the first to speak as you look down at his wet belly and ask,
“Uh, Joe. What the fuck was that?”
His face turns slightly pink as, voice back to normal, he bashfully admits,
“I, um, just wanted to see if I could make you squirt, that’s all.”
He looks a little sheepish as he continues, slightly concerned,
“Was it ok? I mean, did you hate it?”
“God no, it felt… amazing! Just, y’know, maybe warn me next time?”
“Of course my sweet. Anything for my baby.”
He plants some wet kisses across your cheeks.
As if wanting to illustrate how much he enjoyed it, he brings his wet hand up to his mouth, sucks his fingers, and slowly shakes his head in delight as he adds,
“Mmm-mm, it was really fucking hot though!”
You slap his chest playfully, rolling off him to settle in the crook of his arm, your head against his chest, running a hand up and down it.
Ever the considerate lover, after a few moments he inquires,
“How was it overall, baby? Did you enjoy it?”
Full of endorphins and the love of your man, you gush,
“Fuck yes, Joe, it was incredible.” As you toy with some of the ends of the wig, you add, “Thank you so much for doing this for me. For us.”
He replies, “Oh love, it was, and I mean this quite literally, my absolute pleasure. I’m such a fucking lucky bastard.”
You both giggle a little at this. Joe delicately removes the horns and wig, laying them reverently on your bedside table so as not to tangle or damage them, another testament to his devotion to his craft, and you snuggle into each other, continuing to murmur sweet nothings and enjoying the afterglow.
After a few minutes Joe admits, “Sorry, I’ve got to take these bloody things out babe, they’re really sodding uncomfortable.”
You both laugh again, as he rises from your shared bed and makes his way to the bathroom to remove the contacts, returning with a warm washcloth, which you take gratefully. As you clean up he picks up the horns, examining them and twisting his fingers around what you now see is a sturdy headband.
He takes the washcloth from you, retuning it to the bathroom. As he comes to sit by you on the bed once more, you spy a small smirk on his lips. You know that look, devious yet playful. He’s got some kind of plan.
“What is it, my treasure?”, you goad, using your fingertips to gently tickle his happy trail and tease at his exposed belly.
He replies,
“I was just thinking, next time, maybe you could wear the horns…?”
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stars-and-the-min · 12 hours
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☆ the wrong way to hard launch (1) | OP81
summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au
pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc
a/n hello, this is called welcome to part 1 of a fic no one will read :) also i have a taglist now (yay?) so shoot me a reply if ur interested in being added <3
masterlist | prologue | part 1 | next part (tba)
TWITTER
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lina !!! @EB_selina · 2h omg my f1wags debut??? y'all i've really made it 🫶
EB BAR @theemptybottlesbar · 2h us when our frontwoman decides to hard launch her relationship that we were scrambling to denounce: 🙂🔪🩷 ↳ camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 1h the EB Bar admin working overtime bc lina insists on stoking the flames of this ridiculous rumour ↳ lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 1h media literacy where? this is a fucking confirmation bestie
INSTAGRAM
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selinabui me when i lie to myself and go date yet ANOTHER athlete 🤠👍 this one goes vroom vroom in expensive cars (p.s. dear news sites, pls stop using my old photos)
cameliazzz all that expensive media training chucked down the drain i see
eb_jonno the orange jumpscare holy shit lina it's like u hate him or smth ↳ selinabui @eb_jonno wdym he's very cute 🫶
landonorris Oh hello there ↳ oscarpiastri @ landonorris 😀 ↳ mclarwins @ landonorris OMFG LANDO WHAT ↳ selinabui @ landonorris bro why are you acting like we've never met or smth ↳ pi4str1 @ selinabui there's something about her that's so 😭
TWITTER
🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 5h ok i fear we need to start weighing up the pros and cons ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 5h pros: WE'RE FREE FROM AMERICANS, he's actually cute, we already follow f1 bc of guanyu, he's aussie <3 cons: white, he's another fucking athlete, orange ↳ 🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 4h 'free from americans' SO TRUE we were in the trenches with t*mmy
piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 3h everything i find about this girl is just 😬 ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 3h oscar, get the FUCK away from that girl ↳ clovie @ luvyouvie · 2h omg why, what's up with her?? ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 3h kinda the classic rockstar shit and her ex is tommy howard (nfl running back)
liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 18h SELINA WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS??? WHERE DID THIS ENERGY GO 😭😭😭
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↳ emme @flowersforcami · 18h as smo with a footballer ex, the comment on massive egos is so true T_T
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↳ Ryan Forrest @ryanforrest93 · 17h Every time that interview pops up on my TL, I just get reminded of how YOUNG she was going through all of that nonsense. She was barely 20 and totally being gaslit by that arsehole. ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 17h ^^THIS!! yes!! it was crazy that ppl gave her so much shit about staying with tommy even after the cheating but it was her first real relationship and it fucked her up massively
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zhouguanyu24 Went to go check on the baby sister 💪
selinabui my personal photographer fr (good luck tmr 💚)
emptybottlesbar Always stoked to have family stop by for a listen! Best of luck on the track 💪 ↳ selinabui @emptybottlesbar he doesn't need luck. he needs his team to fix the pit stop problem. he needs divine intervention
zhouguanyu_br piastri is dating zhou's sister?? ↳ jemma.wren @zhouguanyu_br cousin actually, in chinese culture they refer to paternal cousins as just siblings
stakef1team Looking forward to seeing Lina in the garage ↳ selinabui @stakef1team oh lmao that's not happening 🥰 ↳ pastry81 @ selinabui IJBOL she said you ain't SHIT see you in the papaya garage
cameliazzz thanks for dropping by on ur race weekend <3 hope it was worth your while (and family-friendly 🤫) ↳ zhouguanyu24 @ cameliazzz Thank you for keeping her alive ↳ selinabui @ cameliazzz why has it taken you over 20 minutes to go get pizza 🤡 ↳ cameliazzz @ selinabui why are you asking in ur cousin's comments 🤡🤡🤡 (they need to cooka da pizza)
MESSAGES
from the phone of selina bui
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emme @flowersforcami · 34m walk with me here... if zhou went to friday's show, do you think oscar did as well? and if so... did they just watch empty bottles' almost 2 hours set of lina and kas flirting 😭 ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 22m i literally can't think of anything else now :) do you know what the encore song was? ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 21m kaslina duet of we don't talk anymore (og by charlie puth) ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 20m oh how do we even defend them
EB BAR @theemptybottlesbar · 1h whole team in shambles... @EB_selina we hope it was worth it
oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h every linami realising they need to defend her stage persona to piastri fans... ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h WE SWEAR ON OUR HONOUR THAT THIS GIRL IS A TOTAL LOOOOOSER. SHE'S NOTHING LIKE WHAT THE MEDIA WRITES HER AS. HER ONE HOBBY IS SUDOKU. SHES A COMPLETE DOORMAT 😭😭 ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 1h ok well, hang on... i think they get the point
piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 5h after a literal night of deep-diving, i take back everything i've ever said about selina bui bc she's such a cutie honestly i get it, i kinda want her now
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oscarpiastri Finally got the green light to 'hard launch'
selinabui sorry i needed to be vetted so hard :/
logansargeant Oh so we're keeping secrets from each other now #fakefriend ↳ oscarpiastri @ logansargeant Sorry, did i forget the bit when you were there when we met or something 🙂
2cami4lina oh she let him in the studio, we're fucking done for
ausgp Some extra Aussie luck for the home race ↳ pi4str1 @ ausgp she's australian??? ↳ emptybottlos @pi4str1 do a simple google search first - the whole band is australian 🤡 they all grew up in sydney
piastri_lina but wait, the way i lowk manifested this... ↳ emptyb-aid @piastri_lina lock ur doors i fear i'm coming for you
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prettyinpink350 · 4 months
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❄️Candy cane lane❄️
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(iPhones don’t have the candy cane emoji I swear they used too but whatever)
☃️⛄️Holiday fic!!!! Happy holidays everyone!🩵
Alpha Steve!rogers x omega!reader, CEO!Steve rogers x secretary!reader, Boss!steve rogers x employee!reader.
Some warnings will not be listed because the fic is not finished yet and I don’t know if there are any specific ones that I will need to add so be aware! (This list will be most of the warnings but just in case I’m letting you know because there might be one or two warnings that might pop up in the fic or in the real fics warnings but it might not be in this list)
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Warnings: (minor spoilers, lighter topics/warnings are listed at the top and the father down the more graphic or sexual) readers body type or any physical characteristics/ features (like race) are not included or mentioned! This fic is for everyone except minors!!!!!!!!!! Fluff, Cuss words, boss employee relationship, hugging, holding hands, yelling, reader and Steve celebrate Christmas but no talks of religion!Steve gets angry at one point, other male attention that is not from Steve! Possessive behavior, slight obsession towards reader, Smut!: male masturbation, slight daddy kink, alpha x omega, biting (claiming), breeding, talk of having children! spanking, reader takes on a more submissive role, rough sex, p in v sex, condom is not used, reader is not on birth control, pussy slapping, breast play, oral sex (female receiving) ball play (reader plays with Steve balls) , more to be added I believe 🫣😬
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The sings that got me in the holiday mood to write this 🤲💁‍♀️
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Hey hey heyyy! It's me , the anon who is terrified of cats- not only cats, basically every single creature but lets not get too deep into that! I absolutely loved your writing style♡ I was wondering if you could do an angsty prompt about Satan with a MC who has family issues back in the human world. Like they had a pretty toxic childhood which included getting hit and yelled at often. And their family still acts like that even when they're an adult. Basically his reaction to it!
It's okay if you can't though, take your time, and most importantly take care of yourself♡♡♡⊂⁠(⁠・⁠ω⁠・⁠*⁠⊂⁠)
-𓆝 anon𓆟
Hello, sweet cake❤️ Thanks for your support, that means a lot to me)
I'm sorry for this fic to be so short, I'm still trying 😬
promt: angst, hurt/comfort
TW: family abuse, insulting, mention of violence, panick attack
Satan x fem!MC
You thought it was all over.
You really thought it was over.
When you grew up, when you moved into your apartment.
You thought that you had become independent, that no one could influence you now.
You were wrong.
You've been sitting in the library for 15 minutes, silently holding the phone next to your ear and listening to your mother's screams. You didn't even understand exactly what she was talking about, how it all started. However, you couldn't say a word.
Looking at one point, you replayed your whole life in your head over and over again with these people who, in front of strangers, sweetly call themselves your "family". It seemed like you couldn't find a single vivid memory in this dark cycle.
"Why can't you do anything right?!"
"Look at you, you've grown fat like a cow!"
"Useless fool!"
"If you can't do it well, don't do it at all!"
And again.
Hit.
Slap.
Kick.
Cut.
Time after time, you didn't realize what you were doing wrong. Why, for everything that your friends are praised by their parents, your parents once again raised their voice and raised their hand at you. Every time you tried to please them, you were called "useless," "incompetent," and "disgusting."
And you believed it. You believed that you were useless, incompetent and disgusting. You believed that you deserved every blow, every punishment.
There were no tears, but everything blurred before your eyes.
You were suffocating.
Satan has been standing at the entrance to the library for 15 minutes and looking at your lonely figure, illuminated only by the light of the moon. He finally got his hands on a book that he couldn't get for more than six months, and the first thing he thought about was finding you faster and starting to read together. All this time, you shared with him this agonizing expectation of a new fascinating story.
But now the book in his hand was forgotten.
You sat straight as a string and stared unblinkingly at one point. A phone was pressed tightly to your ear, from which screams and curses were constantly pouring out. At first he didn't understand what was going on, but then a memory flashed through his head, where you tried with great difficulty to tell something about your family, and never told him the details.
The puzzles gradually began to take shape.
He didn't want to violate your personal space, but it was getting harder to control himself by the second. He could feel the painful acid starting to boil in the back of his mind.
How can they talk to you like that?
How can they compare you to dirt?
How can they call themselves your family?
A muffled wheeze brought him out of his furious trance. You clutched at your throat, still holding your phone to your ear, and tried to take at least one breath. But your throat felt like a steel vise and letting in even a drop of air was simply an impossible task.
Satan burst into the library like a hurricane. You didn't hear it, you remotely felt the phone being taken away from your ear and thrown somewhere to the side. A thousand thoughts raced through your head.
I can't breathe.
What am I doing wrong?
I'm suffocating.
I'm just useless.
I'm going to die.
I wish I was dead.
The next second, you felt yourself being pressed against a warm chest. The painful sigh that you managed to make was mixed with the smell of men's cologne. Your head was spinning, your tongue was numb, but you felt hot tears running down your cheeks and a bitter scream cut through the silence of the library.
Satan held you tightly to his chest, as if if he loosened his grip, you would crumble into pieces. A dull howl echoed in his heart and he himself began to feel the corners of his eyes sting. He let you cry, quietly saying words of support to you and rocking you like a little child, hoping that it would calm you down a little.
- It's okay, I'm here... I will always be there for you... They will pay... They'll pay for everything, I promise.
The next morning, you barely remembered what happened the night before, but you woke up next to a warm body next to you. Big hands wrapped protectively around your shoulders, and his nose was buried in the edge of your hair.
There was a forgotten book on the table.
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Sorry for grammar mistakes, if there's any, I'm not native
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eternal-transcience · 3 months
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End of Year Fic Recs!
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I'm prefacing this to say this isn't everything. Some things are so far back in my blog that I can't find them through Tumblr searching, some of them I could find in my notification through filters but tumblr has a habit of deleting notifications, and if I were to list everything you guys would be here forever. Anything I reblog I recc to you, but these are some the fics that stood out to me (and some were lost in my likes. Some are lost forever). I also got busywith my own ratings and arts and forgot about this 😅😬
I'll have a far more OC based one in a couple of weeks when it's my birthday <3
Merry Christmas all of you!!!!!! 🎄🎄🎄✨❄❄❄🌟⭐
Authors that I've not got any reccs for specifically, but I enjoy reading, and just didn't have time to put down any reccs for are as follows (please note, I've probably missed someone I've read the works of!): @anxiouspineapple99 (i've still not read much, and I've yet to continue the Tech x Avery fic, but from what I remember reading it's great) @cloneloverrrrr writes spice that is usually varying levels of dom based and Gabi is, truly, one of the sweetest people. @freesia-writes (i mean, everything I've read has been great) @reader6898 has multiple OCs with multiple Cones and a variety of genres!
Rex
With You by @starrylothcat (I did request this, so 'm biased, and it is Rex x Reader, so extra biased, but I still scream in fluff and soft over this. I think about him bringing in coffee. I'm not a coffee enjoys, but hot chocolate or a cupof instant horlicks n th morning would do me just as good!)
Heaven by @starrylothcat (Smut so Minors DNI with this. Rex x Reader, again. Mesh'la Between Legs Got Me)
Hardcase
Untitled First Kiss prompt by @sunshinesdaydream. A newer read to me and I'm gonna be thinking about it for a while! It deserves more than the notes it has!
Cody
A Little Trust by @starrylothcat (Smut. Cody. I'm not a Cody simp, but this made me 10 percent of one which is ground breaking considering I'm fussy over dom vibes and am easily/quickly put off! This was a nice balance!
First Kiss by @multi-fan-dom-madness (Always on my mind. Always. Always. Alterd Brain Chemistry.Sort of. ) All of Me by @vodika-vibes (basically ust after care with a love confession that's someaningful IMO!)
Hunter
Peace by @starrylothcat (Hunter x OC, Sora. I love them together and this fic was sofuffy I cannot!)
Beautiful Meal by @starrylothcat (Spice. This just my brain chemistry for the man honestly)
Wrecker
Drinks and Decor by @multi-fan-dom-madness (Honestly, the kiss got me making faces. I normally don't read wrecker fics (or crosshair) because my brother is way too similar to both of them in one man for me to be entirely comfortable, I know, but I had to read this and I'm happy I did!)
Alpha Clones
Another Stolen Moment by @sev-on-kamino! (I've still only read this one Fordo fic, and I still don't really know who he is, but this fic gave me a smol soft spot for him! It's smutty!
Republic Commando
First by @vodika-vibes (Sev x Reader, Spice. Some bangin' lines! Heh he heh.... *hides in a cave*) Training Session by @vodika-vibes (Boss x Reader Spice! Filled with so much goodness I'm not even kidding)
Misc
Punishment (Boba Fett spice x F!Reader. I usually don't read to much Boba or anything to do with punishments (I have a minor squick so I'm extra fussy), but this one isn't Dominant. It's soft but firm and not degrading or anything like that!) Promises and Pastry by @dystopicjumpsuit (Jango Fett. I've readtwo Jango fics and this one with Boba had me so soft. I hope they did visit again! Even just the once!)
Clone OCs
Untitled Flicker Spice by @sev-on-kamino! (I go googoo for Clone OCs and whilst Blzzaard is, I'm sure, my fave of Sev's that I've come across... this was the second Flicker fic I read and Sev's OC's and writings are so good (I need to read more))
Fly The Night by @sev-on-kamino (The Blizzard fic that makes me want to be in a fighter with any lone, including him <3)
Movie Night by @dickarchivist (Their Boy Banshee x Reader. Reader does have depression if that's a problem for you guys, but honestly we all need a Ban. Also want to add that the first Clone OC Squad I saw was Grave Squad and it made me realise there was a placehere for me to post about my boys when I was really struggling to find any interest or desire fr Clone OCs here, which sounds bonkers but I had just arrived in the Fandom and I was writing more x readers and getting less interest in my bread and butter: OCs. So thank you, Archie, for indirectly doing that!)
Captain Mumbles by @dickarchivist (If I was to say if Captain Ghost asked me to marry him, I'd say yes instantly, and have many more of these silly fluffy moments, would that be rec enough? Of all Archie's Grave Squad, I'd marry him without question honestly) I will know you forever, Even in Darkness by @dickarchivist (Spice. I love Ghost. This is so damn good. The smut's good, but honestly? I read this for the relief, the tears, the feelings. I'm marrying him.)
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you @morallyinept and @nerdieforpedro for the tag. 💜 I'm dropping a couple of snippets from the Dieter Bravo oneshot that I am currently working on for the @pedrostories secret Santa event. I will get back to D & D after I finish this one since it is a Christmas gift and has a deadline. 😉🎄
Summary: Our dear Dieter is out Christmas shopping when certain events unfold that change everything. I plan to do alternating POVs for this one. Dieter will be his eccentric and chaotic self. This should be generic enough to not give anything away...I think. 😬
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Including a second short one, just because it's so Dieter coded. 😂
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I have 100% lost track of who has been tagged and did a WIPW already for this week. So, anyone who wants to join in, please do!
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Divider courtesy of @silkholland
If you would like to be added to the taglist for this fic, let me know in the comments. 😉 Tagging the usuals for a preview: @chaoticfestninja @survivingandenduring @partyofone3413 @wannab-urs @cakipy-blog @titlee78 @poodlebae @guelyury @missladym1981 @maried01 @alokaerza @samiamproductions @misstokyo7love @themonadiaries-blog @madnessofadaydreamer @darkheartgatita @avastrasposts @weho2kcmo @harriedandharassed @tkchaos @girlofchaos @yghuibt @musings-of-a-rose @secretelephanttattoo @maggiemayhemnj @legendary-pink-dot @linzels-blog @morallyinept @undercoverpena @sin-djarin @trulybetty @jazzloveslatte @timpletance @myloveistoolittle @annieispunk @bitchwitch1981 @readingiskeepingmegoing @runningmom94 @for-a-longlongtime @hisandsnakes @sarcasm-theotherwhitemeat @rhoorl
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okay, so i've been doing some thinking. i've been scrolling through your blog and i stepped upon these "cheating on cove with Baxter and the other way around" scenarios. (i'm sorry, i wasn't able to read them, my heart couldn't take it ;-;) but!
what if mc was like, in a normal relationship with Baxter. you know, a couple, maybe married later and stuff, while of course still being besties with Cove. later mc and Baxter have a kid together, maybe still a small baby but! plot twist! Baxter gets into an accident or something and dies. (i'm sorry, he's my favourite man but i had to kill him for that scenario:'))
mc is completely devastated and also a little panicked, because what about the baby? and then Cove stepps in, deciding to help his best friend take care of the little one and basically becomes its father. i recently watched a video of a dog "helping" a cat take care of her kittens, and there you have it.
this one may be boring, so feel free to ignore, but i can't stop thinking about it.
ITS OK<333 I figured some ppl didn't read it bc angst n pain</3 trust me I skip over angst all the time
(I even have the tag blocked😬 sorry angst writers but I will read it and not be the same for months, I read a kiribaku angst fic years ago, and was devesated for 4 months afterwards LMAO)
okay i... I cannot expand too much on this bc OUCH
(eta now that I've finished. who am I fooling? I rlly said that like I haven't wrote a whole novel 💀 anyway <3 this clearly made me pop off more than I thought I would bc I read this at first n was devastated!!! I had no words!!!! well clearly I found them LOL)
ALSO BORING??? ANON PLEASE.. BORING WHERE<///3
n im gonna fix the format later but for now here is the bare minimum. I'm going to bed rn so nini everyone enjoy a bit of angst I promise its fluffy as well<333
tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
p/n = parental name, since I wanted to leave flexibility for all the readers here <3
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but anyway yeah cove would so step up for you
will follow you to the end of the earth and do whatever you need to help you work through this and to adapt to this sudden and unfortunate change
if/when your relationship starts becoming something romantic, cove would absolutely put the brakes on everything and you'd go so slow...
I imagine he'd probably move in with you or you with him, and he'd stay somewhere else (if you're living in his house he will leave anyway, he's a gentleman like that fr) so that way you can figure out if it's not just bc he's doing all these things n you're mistaking admiration for love
you'd spend the first year going super slow, as if you've never known each other before
which technically you haven't, since you've never dated before. but cove would go so far as to find out your favorite color, song, animal, food.. all over again, even though he has it memorized and knows your likes better than his own.
once cove is sure you're ready for this (after much talk between the two of you and even with your therapist that yes you've made enough progress and are emotionally ready for this) does he finally put a label on it
now if you get married...
I imagine cove won't propose at all
like I think you'd have to talk n almost beg him...
in that case he would do a small but grande gesture to propose. or he'd propose to you before you've even left the bed for the day... no inbetween
but like 8 times outta 10, you're gonna have to propose to him
he'd cry and hug you n say yes of course.
and unless you want to keep this outta your wedding, I think cove would include baxter in your wedding.
first, ofc you'd have the picture to honor his memory
but I think he'd even go so far as to have smth in his vows. but to start, he'd say smth like:
"I know the reason we became closer was unfortunate, but I'm so happy to be able to call you and [Child] my family. and I hope I can be a good father and husband"
and "baxter will always have a place in our hearts. even though he and I didn't get along at first (watery chuckle)... I'm glad he got to love you, and I hope he trusts me to love and cherish you the same way as well.."
also if you don't want to give up your wedding ring from baxter, I think cove would even go so far as to suggest combining it with his.
!!! omg I was gonna say your and baxter's wedding bands would be black, but I have another idea
okay now, for YOUR bands, I imagine they're either black or silver and yk those infinity(?) bands? that has the 2 types of metal or whatever
that's what cove would suggest doing. and if you are worried abt people asking why your bands are different, he'd get the same twisted band but silver with say a black diamond or smth. just smth to make it look like it's intentionally different colors but same design or smth
(im overthinking a bit but it's an idea right?! I'm not crazy??<////3)
or if you don't wanna do that, I imagine you can just slip it on a necklace or leave it as is, whatever you want. he wouldn't mind even if you kept wearing it, cove would never ask you to get rid of baxter's image or memory in any way, not unless it was a real problem and your attachment to him/his things was unhealthy anyway.
now for baxter's band... well if you didn't bury it with him, I imagine you'd give it to your child
another thing I think you could do w your wedding band as well, and give them both your bands to do whatever they want with. or if they don't want it of course you're not forcing them to keep it
even though they didn't get to know baxter, the way you and cove still cherish baxter's memory does help them feel something of a connection.
I also imagine baxter would take lots of photo n video w the kid, even though they're young n just a babe, theres so many videos of baxter looking n acting so loving w them
and even a couple where he's teary-eyed n all "imma do you right by you. I love you so much.."
of course, if the kid doesn't feel that connected to baxter since they were too young to know or rmbr anything, and they don't feel anything much other than sympathy and the occasional sting when they see how much baxter loved them, you don't force it.
you both know that baxter was basically a stranger to them and even though they still respect baxter and he has a place in their heart, they don't feel like they're lacking anything.
"I don't really know what to say.. or how to feel... I see how much [P/N] misses you sometimes, and we have pictures of you, and they talk about you and stuff...
but I don't feel like im missing a dad. I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings, I wish I knew you too. sometimes I wish you were still here, so I got to know you as well, even though I'm still happy to have dad cove for my dad.
I just wanna know what you were like. I wanna experience what you were like. I... I wanna miss you like everyone else misses you too...
anyway, just know that dad is great! he takes care of me and [P/N] really well! he makes breakfast in bed, and he does/used to do this thing where he lifts me in the air before bed! he's so cool. I see how he makes [P/N] happy as well, so don't worry. although, [P/N] said you always thought cove was reliable and a good guy so maybe you aren't worrying anyway.
well... that's it I guess. i hope ill get to know you one day, and maybe you can tell me you're glad to see dad took good care of us. goodbye,
baxter."
pa."
cove happily listens to anything they have to say on how they feel abt baxter btw. he accepts any of their feelings, be it that they don't feel anything at all, sympathy for others, or they feel sad abt losing him.
if they do say smth like how even though it's unfortunate and they feel bad for everyone who mourns baxter (for example/especially you), they see cove as their dad and don't feel like they're missing anything and they're happy to have cove for their dad.
ofc he cries n hugs them n tells them he loves em and he's happy n he comforts them if needed of course
I also think cove is very scared abt being a father
especially in this way... even if the kiddo doesn't remember anything, or it's hazy at best, he worries about replacing baxter.
he'd probably worry abt not living up to baxter
baxter was always much more mature, at least it seemed that way most times. cove just worries about if he has the backbone and the ability to parent the child well and be someone they can look up to and/or appreciate for being a good father
cries if they call him dad btw
if they do it before you start dating, I imagine it's one of the catalyst that cause you to talk abt your feelings for each other. or if it's in the early stage..
cove prbly freezes and runs away to the other room n freaks out, definitely cries. if you don't talk to him like right after he calls his dad n cries n shares his worries n fear
either way, when you do talk he's biting his nails n trying not to pace around the room and he's like "if you wanna distance yourselves so that they don't call me dad any more I totally understand, I mean idk it's prbly weird for you-"
n he just rambles. like none of it makes sense n u have to physically shut him up. kiss him, yell, throw a pillow, hit him w the child's stuffed animal, throw a single lego brick at his back and watch him fall to the floor like he just got a nuke thrown at him
if it's later on n theres nothing to worry abt bc youve talked abt this or saw it coming or its just the otherwise most natural step, he cries of course
but he doesn't fall apart from being his in the back w a single fucking Lego as if it hurt 🙄🙄🙄🙄 (I hate this man he's DRAMATIC)
well... actually no he does
hit him, kiss him, hug him, run him over w a hotel wheels truck.... he just cries harder
adopts them like immediately basically
I imagine you do it soon, like maybe before the wedding just so that way you can have a private moment (just to save him some embarrassment from ugly crying in front of your families. in fact he just might faint fr)
n you + the kiddo surprise him w adoption papers (depending on how old the babe is at this point, they have like no idea what's going on but they know that cove is now officially recognized by the whole world (even by the unicorns n wizards n warlocks) as their daddy))
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imagine laying in bed w cove n the kid in between you two
and when you wake up, cove is alrdy awake and was watching you two. he was petting the kids wild hair and he had pulled the two of you in and kept you under his arm..
and the sunlight is coming in, the day is just perfect. n the look on cove's face is full of so much love but also a bit somber this time
(cove feels awkward being here like this sometimes. during times like this you have to remind him it's okay, and you pull him back in. of course he does the same for you on those days.)
"I love you two. so much..." he whispers, tears sticking to his lashes
the kid flips over, curling into cove and they stop their sleepy mumbling now that they're tucked into cove's chest, feeling warm, happy, and safe.
you whisper equally as tender. "we were meant to be like this too."
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also!! smth I just thought of...
imagine the kid looks mostly/very much like baxter. they act very much like cove's kid
like you would think cove n baxter had a kid together LOL
(if the resemblance is too much, they ask if you're the step parent </3 pls Ik it may not make sm sense but I just think it'd be so fuckin funny)
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moonliched · 2 months
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Sorry for the spam questions, I really like thinking about your fic. So, is there anything you'd like to ramble on about that I haven't asked?
you're good! i get screen fatigue and headaches, so i've been pacing myself through the asks. you can't imagine how exciting it was to open my inbox and see questions about my fic!! i love talking about it and this has been lots of fun, thanks so much✨☺️💕💕💕💕
rambling under the cut bc it's super long!
i've been trying to write this into the fic, but idk how well it'll come across, so i might as well say it here! Y/N refers to one of their parents as their 'guardian.' i picture Y/N's guardian as being a careless parent, not bc they don't care, but bc their culture raises children in a more independent fashion. with very little actual raising. they kind of just let them do their own thing, so their guardian was super uncomfortable that their weird hybrid child actually needed a lot of assistance to survive.
Y/N grew up feeling like a burden, and that asking for help or relying on others is evidence that they lack the intelligence and capability to do anything themself. communities are more for convenience than the necessary relationships that humans need by nature, so when people move away they don't keep in contact. this includes blood relatives. communities also scatter to rebuild elsewhere frequently, so by leaving their home planet Y/N understood that they would likely never see anyone from their community, including their guardian, ever again. no one they were leaving behind would see anything wrong with this.
Y/N was seen as bizarre for getting attached to people to the extent of wanting to keep in contact after they moved. as a consequence, Y/N generally fails to keep in contact with anyone they meet unless it's a requirement of work, and they figure everyone will think they're weird if they try to keep in contact. they have turned out quite asocial. you'll notice Y/N rarely seeks out Moon even though he's always coming to visit them. all the same, they can't quite kill the human part of themself that wants people to stick around even when they're drained from too much social interaction.
also, Y/N's other parent is a victim of this. they're human, and left one day for some reason - work, travel, to earn more money for their family. they returned one day only to find their partner and child gone, because their partner did not consider or particularly care that they might want to find them again😬 Y/N works this out as a teen, but there's no way for them to seek them out.
... okay let's do some nicer ones!🍰🍓
🍓 Y/N thinks about eating fish eyes a weird amount. fish skin too. this is because i am rabid about eating chicken skin and also raw meat (prepared ofc) and when i was a child i used to go into the butcher's shop or visit the raw fish on ice in the supermarket and breathe in the smell longingly, and freak out my parents :[
🍓 Moon's love language is biting, unfortunately
🍓 BON-BON sometimes wants to hug Y/N but he got no arms :( he also sometimes wants to fight them too
🍓 BON-BON sometimes just turns on the closest monitor and stares out of it silently while Y/N is doing stuff. he wants to hang out like when a friend comes into your room to chill on your bed without speaking. but all the stuff he does is digital, so Y/N can just see him blankly staring at them and it looks very odd from their perspective lol
🍓 Y/N runs funny bc they learned to run on a flimsy floating community that rocked with the waves
🍓 the Glamrock team are all aware by now that Vanessa is incessantly antagonising Y/N. generally they're wondering if Y/N may have done something before they arrived to trigger Vanessa into launching constant verbal attacks on them, and are feeling extremely uncomfortable on Y/N's behalf. no one wants to be the one to address it with Vanessa
🍓 Y/N has no idea what pizza is, but bc of the name they're picturing some sort of spiky dish like a sea urchin
🍓 Y/N is actually eating more seafood dishes as of late than they usually would bc Vanessa keeps commenting on it, and it makes them feel resentful. so then they cook more fish in rebellion and it becomes a cycle
thanks for reading!!😋✨
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salvador-daley · 6 months
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Dead Sexy 💀😵🩵 Updated!
An Umbrella Academy AU feat. Pathologist!Dave + MorgueRegular!Klaus
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A/N: Yo! This fic just hit 50 subscribers so I figured I should probably update it. 😬 Apologies for being the world’s slowest writer. I humbly offer this chapter as restitution for my tardiness. If you like it, please leave me a comment. If you don’t, well, just keep that shit to yourself. 😘
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Summary: Dave is a pathologist working at the city morgue. And Klaus… well, Klaus just keeps turning up.
Snippet from Chapter 4:
It sometimes takes a little while to rouse him. A breakfast burrito waved under his nose (Dave has started buying an extra one during his Monday morning commute) normally does the trick.
But then eventually Klaus’ eyes will blink awake and he’ll be back on the mortal plane; yawning, stretching, scratching and subjecting Dave to more of his incorrigible flirting.
It’s strange, really, how quickly they’ve fallen into a kind of routine.
Klaus exhausts the supply of wearable items amid the sparse and ancient offerings of the lost and found box during his first few visits. Dave invests in a multipack of cheap white t-shirts and picks up a dozen pairs of sweatpants and some worn shoes from goodwill so that he can at least provide Klaus with something halfway decent to walk home in.
Not that Klaus always turns up naked; he doesn’t. Sometimes Dave will unzip the bag to find the guy still wearing the outfit in which he met his end: a leather gimp suit with straws poking through the nostril-holes (breathplay accident at an orgy), rainbow ice skates (pond not fully frozen), purple parachute pants (parachute not included).
The more Dave learns about Klaus, the more of a mystery he becomes. He doesn’t appear to have a permanent address, but then never seems to be strictly homeless either. Klaus apparently exists in a perpetual state of couch surfing and bed-hopping - without any shortage of couches to surf and beds to hop into.
Klaus’ sexual exploits are one of his favourite topics, the stories all delivered with a nonchalant hand wave but punctuated with a knowing glimmer of the eyes, as if told purely for Dave’s benefit.
Dave would never admit that he occasionally feels the prickly fangs of something green-eyed when Klaus is sat cross-legged on the autopsy table, delivering yet another tale of naked debauchery. But he does sometimes give Klaus the smaller burrito as a form of punishment.
Read the rest on AO3
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francesroserecs · 7 months
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🔮✨ Rose Recs:Magical Mystical Tour ✨🔮
I’ve been wanting to make this rec list for awhile. It’s definitely going to be a Bee Stan page @gallawitchxx! She’s our resident expert. But I’ll include some others too. This is technically a Part One, because I couldn't include all of my favorites, so expect more at some point. Obviously the definition of magical/mystical may be open to your interpretation. So please accept my offerings as intended and excuse any terminology errors. I love Ian and Mickey with powers that are witchy or supernatural in nature. (Not Supes. That was a separate post you can find here.) These are fics with witches, ghosts, curses, tarot cards and oops, one a/b/o. 😬 Give them all a chance and I expect you’ll be enchanted! ✨✨✨🔮👻💖
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Artwork by my beloved @suzy-queued
I’ll start with our witchy expert Bee @gallawitchxx because she has THREE on the list! Not to mention her current Crystal Ball Weed Bong Mickey Galladrabble series (run to read it now!). Bee is all things magic! 🔮👻✨
This first ghostly, magical Bee fic is actually a soulmates fic (my favorite trope remember) and a post season six fix-it (?) as well. 😂 So it's a three for one. Bee just out here giving the people what they want! A year after the infamous "Svetlana paid me" scene, 😭Mickey dies in prison becoming a ghost. A mysterious Mandy comes to him offering him a chance at life, if he can get his soulmate to see him. Guess who that is! He's got two weeks to do it and live again. Omg people! The emotions!! It's just incredibly moving and beautiful. In my opinion, WIEAYB is the blueprint for any mystical fic. It has it all: ghosts, soulmates, mysterious being, urgency, love and healing. Nicknames, puns, canon references, THE tattoo! I'm going to cry just thinking about it. Definitely an HEA! It's everything a magical fic should be. Favorite line: "He'd belonged to somebody, and somebody had belonged to him." 😭😭😭Seriously, go read it. If you've read it, do yourself a favor and go reread it. It's breathtaking every time!! 💖👻✨😭
where i end & you begin by gallawitch
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Next up in the Bee love fest, a sweet meet cute with a Witchy Mickey reading Ian's tarot cards. He reads cards "by appointment only". He thought his life was one way, then Ian walks in for a reading and Mickey's life is turned upside down. Omg! There are dates and Mandy and one particular magic oc that I would die for! I knew nothing about tarot cards and readings, and I still don't know much now. But I spent some time googling various meanings while reading this one and it was beautiful and fascinating! The meanings of the readings is just so touching and incredible and you'll just have to read it to understand! 😂This is a sweet, easy read with some spice and very little angst. Just sweet sweet Mickey and Ian and a lovely, magical, tarot reading ride. Read it ASAP! You will love it! 🔮✨💖
an exception to the rule by gallawitch
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Okay. Remember when I said I would only ever recommend one or two more a/b/o fics? Well, this is one of them. This was a fandom sensation during Gallavich Week 2022 hosted by the always amazing @gallavichthings. I think we collectively went crazy last summer over this one! If you don't think you like a/b/o, I encourage you to give this one a chance. Wow! Incredibly original!! Ian and Mickey meet through an online dating app for the unmated. Bee sets just the right tone of realistic in a magical world. You have to be open and let the story take you. It's everything we love about Gallavich in a modern a/b/o. Just really angsty, feral, sweet and lovely too. So so clever! Give it a whirl, you won't be disappointed! ✨🔥💖
M8TE by gallawitch
@gallawitchxx
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This next fic was the first Gallavich supernatural fic I ever read! I was so surprised! I didn't think I was a huge fan of the supernatural, but this ghost story quickly drew me in. Ian is a ghost, that's not a spoiler obvs, Mickey moves into his apartment. This is not a dark ghost story. It's light and lovely and beautiful! Ian grows tomatoes, Mickey plays the piano, and the music is incorporated so wonderfully! I love this soft ghost fic so much! The writing is spectacular and nuanced, proving that fanfic is REAL writing and legit literature. There's a lot of mystery involved, a little angst, but there is an HEA! Never fear! Give it a try, you'll laugh and cry. Probably at the same time. Go read it!!! 👻💖✨
Ian the Friendly Ghost by Ravenheart 
@purplemagpie
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Now, a one-shot! There's magic afoot! There is a cursed house on Trumbull Ave. and the Gallaghers are having some supernatural problems. Ian feels drawn to the house. It's told in dual povs and it's wonderful! The Milkoviches have left town and Mickey is practically forgotten. But there's a giant mystery there and Ian's going to solve it! A little bit of Gallaghers, a little Mandy and a beautiful story of "ghost" Mickey and Ian united. HEA of course!! I know you'll love it!
Hysterical Light by quietcoast
@sentimentalspiders
There's an incredibly detailed review and better analysis than I could ever give here, by the incredible @gallavictorious.
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Thanks for all the continuing support for the blog! I love you all so much. I've actually been organizing some themes into drafts with links already, so my next recs should come more regularly now that summer is winding down. Shout out to my fic bestie Nosho @creepkinginc for picking "magical" as this week's rec theme! Thanks for everything babe!! Next up is a surprise, because I'm not even sure yet! 😂But I have ... wait for it ... twelve! posts with varying themes in my drafts! So a lot of recs coming your way! As usual, let me know if you're loving something I recced. See you on the other side! 💖💖💖
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daisymae-12 · 5 months
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weekend WIP game
thanks @welcometololaland for this fun game (the perfect way to spend my saturday night 😂) and @kiwiana-writes for the tag ❤️ I only have one art WIP right now so I opted to do the writers questions !!
Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more). (questions for artists/gifmakers here).
1. WIP List: ok this question made me actually label my WIP's because they're all just titled "Fic #1", "Fic #2" etc in my google drive 😅
Roommates/College AU
5+1 bestfriends to lovers [Alex accidentally keeps friendzoning Henry lmao]
Supermarket meet-cute (but not cute because Henry manages to piss off Alex)
Fake Dating/College AU [inspired by how my husband and I met]
Vampire Henry
Artist Alex [Bea commissions a gift for Henry]
Canon Divergence from Kensington
Roommates AU ft. stardew valley
Coffee Shop AU
Canon Divergence from Lakehouse
Neighbours AU
Fake Dating/High School AU [also inspired by how my husband and I met lol]
2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?
Fake Dating/College AU !!
3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?
Fake Dating/College AU - it's the only one so far that I've made an outline for because I think it'll be long-ish 😂
4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?
Right now it's my Vampire Henry fic ❤️ enjoying it because I'm not struggling too much to write it - and the ideas have been coming easily 😌
5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?
ooo probably the two canon divergence ones? mostly because they'll probably be the fics with the most angst - yikes
6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?
gosh - all of them? I haven't published new fanfic in over 6 years so it's definitely been nerve wracking even sharing snippets over here for wip wednesday 😅
7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?
Maybe for the longer fics? I'm not sure if I will! We'll see if I ever get to writing anything long enough 😬 I am sort of warming up to the idea of google doc cheerleaders? I dno, I'm such a slow writer though so it might stress me out 😂
8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?
yess the Roommates/College AU - this was the first rwrb fic I started all the way back in June LAST YEAR 😭 I wrote bits and pieces of the first two chapters and still haven't picked it back up since 😩 I've also hit writer's block with the 5+1 - I thought this would be the first fic I'd publish for rwrb AND the first fic I'd ever finish but I got triggered when writing one of the scenes which shocked me because I didn't expect it to? I'd even say this fic is light-hearted but yeah I had to stop. Hoping to finish writing that one after Vampire Henry though !!!
9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?
ooo so far the only fic with an OC is Fake Dating/College AU but I can't say more without spoiling 👀
10. Which WIP is the sexiest?
Everything is such bare bones atm, so I truly don't know 😂
11. Which WIP is the angstiest?
Probably Canon Divergence from Kensington 😅😅😅
12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?
Hoping the characterisation is ok on all of them but right now they're all so short still that I can't pick one out 🙃
13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?
Gosh I am BAD at this - will probably end up being the Coffee Shop AU because cafes are my second home but we'll see 😅
14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?
As of right now - been working the hardest on Vampire Henry fic but I anticipate it'll be outdone by Fake Dating/College AU - that one will take me a long time to write based on the outline I've done 💀
15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?
ahh I'm not sure! Maybe Fake Dating/College AU? I can already tell that fic is going to be my baby and I hope everyone will like it too
16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?
Not really but I do daydream about them in the shower 😂
17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?
hmm not sure since everything is still quite bare bones so I'll answer this next time !
18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?
Right now - Vampire Henry 😅 but not really ??? but yes the most in comparison to everything else so far LOL
19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?
Nope but I do want to write a fic with an outside POV one day!
20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.
Vampire Henry fic will probably be the first fic in a series 😬 I have ideas for a sequel OR extra scenes that will be ficlets 🥰
Yay that was so much fun! Love reading about everyones wip's but no pressure ❤️ @myheartalivewrites @heybuddy-drabbles @read-and-write- @suseagull04 @gwiazdziarka @adreamareads @sprigsofviolets @cultofsappho @anincompletelist @lizzie-bennetdarcy @notspecialbabe @littlemisskittentoes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @heartitinthesilence @inexplicablymine @raysletters @tintagel-or-cockleshells @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @sherryvalli
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ramonaflow · 3 months
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Fic Writing Review 2023
I was tagged by @hippolotamus @mammameesh @a-noble-dragon @smblmn @flowertrigger @smallumbrella369 thank you ❤️🥰
Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.
I wasn't going to do this because, well, with the amount of actual words I've written, can I call myself a writer? 😬🤣
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14,249 words published to AO3
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Most recent fic: Honey
Longest fic: Summer Days Still only short though
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I'm hoping I can finish something lol
I haven't been around much so I'm not sure who's already done this. Sorry and just ignore this if you've already been tagged
@beaiola @trickiwooao3 @wordthieve @jamilas-pen @njwoman @demora00 @characterassassination-at-9am @mallpretzles @statueinthestonetoo @carolrain @l56895 @russolaw else who wants to 🩷
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jahayla-parker · 8 days
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📱SMAUs: The 2 request limit for this applies to 2 of the same character (in other words, you can send in more than 2 SMAU requests so long as it’s a max of 2 per character) this can include fictional and nonfictional characters. Please include any side characters, events/details, or other information surrounding the SMAU request. If you want it to be with a specific type of reader, please be specific. You’ll get a SMAU fic with at least two posts from the reader and 2 from the character chosen.
what about tom holland x gf!reader where she constantly tries to keep him from spoiling things about "upcoming" marvel movies (she's also an actor)
Spoiler Stopper : Tom Holland x Reader SMAU
Descr: reader is an actor who is dating Tom Holland and tries to stop the king of spoilers from spoiling more details about his Marvel projects
Warnings: a few curses, Tom being a div who spoils things, that's all I believe
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yourusername: BTS of an upcoming project 🤫 Excited to be back on a set again! Can’t wait for you all to see what’s coming!
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tomholland2013: excited xxx ❤️
hazosterfield: 👀
ynfanforever: New project?!?!
btsyn: what do we think it is guys? 🤔
tuwaine: wow, way to taunt us fans y/n smh 😆
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tomholland2013: BTS 🕷️
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yourusername: Tom! 🤦‍♀️
yourusername: baby, ily but I wouldn’t post this one either 😬
tomholland2013: okay, now I just think you’re being a bit too nitpicky love
hazosterfield: yeah y/n, we love a good BTS 😂 mate, really?!
tomholland2013: you two lost BTS all the time but I can’t???
yourusername: T, we’re not MARVEL! And there’s a difference between a generic BTS post and a spoiler post 🤦‍♀️❤️
hazosterfield: mate, listen to your girl 👏
tomholland2013: I think this one is fine guys
peterspideylove: NO WAY!!!
hollandforlife: ummm Tom, I would listen to y/n on this one 🫣🫣🫣
mculuver: oh. My. God. He IS in space!
tstanleyh: GotG and Spider-Man?! Screaming!!!
tomholland2013: I see the issue now….
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yourusername: thinking of stealing this outfit from set to wear for a night out, or maybe even a fancy breakfast? 🤔💎
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tomholland2013: 😍😍😍
florencepugh: I think I know just the place 😘
hazosterfield: looking very posh y/n, xxx
tuwaine: from set huh? Another new project or is this the same one? 👀
zendaya: Queen 🙌
ynfansdaily: predictions?
ynwifey: breakfast at Tiffany’s?! 💎
enews: The suspense is killing us!
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tomholland2013: Anyone else feel this way on Mondays? 🕷️❤️
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hollandpeter: 💔 oh no! Why do you look so hurt???
hollandwife4life: ouch!! But the suit???
yourusername: T, honey, I wish you’d run these posts by me first 🤦‍♀️
tomholland2013: based on the comments I’m realizing they didn’t know about the suit or the injuries from any of the trailers so far, huh? 🫣
yourusername: no sweetheart, no they did not 😂 you’re lucky you’re too cute for anyone to stay mad at, including Marvel 😘
hazosterfield: we’ll see how long that lasts 💀
peterandmj: why is he in a black suit?!
mcufanatic: what happened to the stark tech suit…
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the-doomed-witch · 1 year
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She was Sunshine, I was Midnight Rain
✦ wanda maximoff x fem!reader | college AU ✦
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Summary : Wherever you go, the anxiety follows. The only way you feel safe is when you’re alone with Wanda, but she loves partying a little too much. (Read warnings)
Word Count : 3.4k
Author’s Note : hi! my first fic on here. i’m kinda nervous 😬 any opinions / reblogs / etc are welcome 🖤 my gif btw!
Warnings : 18+ MINORS DNI. anxiety attacks, smut, dom!wanda, fingering, face riding, slight teasing, homophobia, angst + fluff if you squint. Also Wanda comforting reader <3.
YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO REPOST OR COPY MY WORK
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You held your hand up, placing it in front of Wanda’s. Her hands were a tad bit bigger than yours, but mostly they were warm. “Detka, your hands are so cold, I’m a little concerned.” she said, as she intertwined her fingers with yours.
“Um yeah Wands, it’s probably because of Professor Fury’s class, I’m kinda scared of his constantly unpredictable and upgraded techniques.” You try your best to chuckle it off but the brunette wouldn’t let go of your hand. Instead, she took both of them in hers and kept them in her lap. “Tell me what’s wrong.” she asks, with a firm stare towards you.
You don’t know what reply could count as adequate, so you just lie. “It’s nothing, in all likelihood it could be the air conditioner, I don’t know Wanda.” She knows you’re lying. You know that too. Thus, she takes a deep breath and places her hands on your cheeks. It feels so safe all alone with her, you close your eyes and wait for her to lean in.
She comes forward, bringing your lips together. Her left hand goes from your cheek to your jaw, the right one on your nape. She pulls you even closer, and moves her hand from your jaw to your waist, allowing you space to place your hands on her comfortably. So you do. She kisses you as passionately as always, like she couldn’t dare to live without you. And you would let her in, so enthusiastically, it seemed magical for a moment right there. You were living in magic as of then.
Both of you break the proximity of your lips to catch up. It’s so enchanting, and so gleeful, you start laughing with tears in your eyes. Wanda is flabbergasted for a second, but she knows her way of loving you too well to judge it, so she joins you. You tumble down on the bed with the pain in your stomach due to laughing, and pull down your girlfriend with you.
“We need to get ready for your favourite class Y/N.” she warns you jokingly. Of course the first class was Professor Fury’s. College was a few blocks away, and you barely had 20 minutes to prepare yourself mentally.
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As soon as both of you set foot on the campus, you knew what was next. Steve Rogers and his infamous homophobia. “Look at those girlies go! Will they kiss each other? Sounds terrifying to me!” he derided loudly from where he was standing along with the other jocks. It isn’t easy for you to not pay attention to his shit behaviour, but Wanda knows how to shut him up. So she grabs your hand, walks towards Steve, and says, “Hey Rogers, you might wanna see this!” Without further ado, she grabs your chin and kisses you intensely right there. It didn’t make sense; you were enjoying it, while your anxiety was eating up pieces of you.
When both of you let go, Steve commented yet again, “Ew, how do you even do that?”
“No one is stopping you from kissing guys Rogers, if that’s what you mean.” Wanda snapped right back at him, enough for the crowd to listen. The whole campus, including the security guard, started laughing at Steve. His face was burning with shame.
“Where did you get all those guts from Maximoff?” Natasha asked, as soon as you were in the corridor. People had probably found the gossip for the day, and it made you anxious to be the crux of it.
“Just a little bit of how much I love Y/N.” You simply blushed, too stressed out to form a reply. Wanda understood you immediately and tried to excuse the both of you, but Nat called both of you again, for a reminder. “You both are coming to Stark’s party tonight right? Don’t tell me you aren’t, or I’m gonna throw tantrums around.” There it was, what you’ve been avoiding all morning.
“Of course we are coming, Nat. On all voluntary levels, we want to see you get drunk and run off with Maria again!”
“Shut UP!”
Giggling at Nat’s red face, you and Wanda walk away. You just wanted to get this done with.
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The rest of the day at college was the same, and a little weird. People were looking at you, and Steve Rogers didn’t annoy you at all. Smooth as silk, the classes ended by the afternoon.
Wanda dropped you off at the bookstore where you worked, and went back home for a little refreshment. She told you, “I’ll be back in half an hour Y/N, back me up till then.” It was the easiest task ever, you loved annoying your boss anyways.
The day was as simple as ever, there was nothing new to worry about except the Stark party. It physically hurts your stomach to even think of being surrounded by the number of people there. And Wanda would probably talk to all of them. It was frightening.
By the evening, you came up with a hundred different excuses to not go to the party, but none of them were going to convince Wanda. She knew you too well. There seemed to be literally no escape.
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“Malyshk, are you ready? It’s been almost an hour. Do you need my help?”
“I’m coming just-” and all that Wanda heard was a zipper being zipped up, followed by a shriek. She came running inside the room and started chuckling. Between bursts of laughter, she managed to say, “Caught your side boob in the zipper again, didn’t you? Let me help you out.”
You raise your left arm up so she can pull the zip down. When she did, you had a little bruise on your side. Without thinking twice, Wanda kisses it softly. Being under the pain of the bruise all the while, you didn’t notice how gorgeous Wanda actually looked in her wine coloured dress, her brunette hair all curled setting down on her shoulders. Her dress barely reached her knees, so you could see the tattoo on her outer thigh.
With a wide smirk, Wanda gives you a little bite and if you hadn’t controlled yourself, you would’ve moaned out loud enough to let your neighbours listen. She laid you down on the bed and put her hand inside your dress to massage the breast. She did it like an expert, you felt too aroused considering it hadn’t even been a minute.
“Darling, please…” was all that you could say with tightly closed eyes.
She zipped your dress back up again, and grabbed you by the waist. She looks at you and asks you innocently, “Yes detka?”
It wasn’t fair of her to tease you this way. So you continued with her game, even though you needed her so badly. “We are going to be late for the party. Again.”
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It isn’t your first Stark party, but even looking around seems like a scary thought to you. You’ve been here thrice in the past two weeks. But there are so many people around, it is probably half of the town. Wanda holds your chilled hand and walks inside beside you, with an air of confidence while you barely manage to crack a smile.
“Y/N! Wanda! You’re here, finally! Look at you, so gorgeous.” Natasha escapes from a larger chunk of a crowd when she notices you. With her comes Maria Hill. You could call them girlfriends, but they keep on saying it’s nothing official. The entire college knows otherwise.
You let Wanda do all the talking, signaling her to reply by tightening your grip on her hand. “Hey Nat. Hello Maria. And please, y’all look stunning. How long have you guys been here for?”
“We came here immediately after leaving college.”
“What?! So you’re telling me you’ve been partying for almost half the day already?”
“Uh, pretty much yeah. There was a before-party party.”
“What the fuck does that even mean?” You let out a little laugh, looking at Wanda’s shocked and confused expression.
Nat takes notice of you and says, “Look at this beauty! You’ve been all quiet Y/N. Is everything alright?” Your hand which was held by Wanda started trembling. You felt so not ready to be at yet another party with people you don’t know, or even talk to anyone. “Yea-yeah Nat, everything is alright.”
Maria suddenly recalls something she had been meaning to tell, and pats Wanda’s shoulder lightly. “Wanda! Do you know that Rogers isn’t showing up here tonight? Tony told me that Rogers had errands to run. Me and Nat just couldn’t stop laughing. You just silenced his homophobic ass.”
When you’re done talking with a few more people, Wanda takes you to a corner of the room and asks, “Lyubov, you’re getting extremely anxious again. Do you need something?” You don’t know what to say, your hands are shivering and you’re holding on to Wanda for dear life. “Wands, it’s okay. I just want to get this done with. I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure Y/N?”
“Yes, love.”
She gives you a quick kiss on the corner of your lips and places a reassuring hand on your back. You give her a smile, and she walks around the room fulfilling formalities. You find yourself a comfortable spot on the couch to stress about.
On your phone, you seem to find nothing interesting. All social media is filled with pictures of the party you’re at. No fanfictions to read. You cannot listen to music because the one that’s being played is too loud. So you decide to have a look around in the Settings because it was the only possible option to make you seem busy.
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Almost two hours passed, and you had already figured out that Wanda might be dancing around somewhere on the dance floor. She was quite the party person, there was no denying in that. And you definitely didn’t enjoy parties. Against your will, you decide to get up and search for Wanda.
On the few metres’ long walk to the dance floor, about thirteen different people asked you to join them for a drink, or a dance. Some of them were too crazy to even ask, they just tugged at your arm. However, you managed to reach your girlfriend.
“Y/N! You’re here! Come on in, we love this song don’t we?” She calls you. You don’t even recognise the song, there are too many people. The lights are so dim, colours fluctuating so bright, music too loud. You could easily fall down crying in this moment, so you walk away to look for Tony.
After deep breathing for several minutes, you find the host. He’s passing sarcastic comments around with Peter Parker, it was kind of foreseen anyways. “Hey Tony,” you greet him, “You’ve hosted a wonderful party once more.”
“Why, thank you Y/N. Did you have something?”
“No I haven’t yet, I just need a quiet place to relax myself, I’ve been kinda tired from all the… partying.” you lied.
“Alright I’m gonna lead you to a quieter space.”
In the room, you filled yourself a glass of water and sat down. You needed Wanda but she was too busy having fun. You didn’t want to spoil her mood, especially when college research tires her out every day. You can’t go home leaving Wanda right here.
It feels like being a red brick in a group of pebbles. So easily falling apart, but so hard to break through.
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[ Wanda’s POV ]
I don’t seem to remember anything. A couple of minutes ago, Y/N was standing in front of me, now I cannot find her. Did she go back to our apartment, because I left her alone? No, I don’t remember anything! The car keys are with me, how did she even go? Oh my God, I hope she didn’t walk all the way back. I only wish she could get mad at me for once, why does she like punishing herself this way?
Maybe she informed Natasha before leaving, I could ask her.
“Hey Nat, have you seen Y/N?” I asked her.
“I don’t know, I last saw her with Stark about an hour ago. She is missing?”
“Uh no no, she told me she would be back in a while so yeah. Nothing serious.” I made it up so the party didn’t get bummed out. Y/N wouldn’t like all the attention diverted towards her for the second time today.
Alright so, Stark. He might be with Pepper, because I saw Peter leave for the night. I just hope he’s not with Jarvis. Anyone but Jarvis.
Luckily enough, Tony was with Pepper. So I approached them and asked, “Hey Tony, any chance you might have seen Y/N?” To my surprise, he told me how she had approached him for an undisturbed place. He guided me to the room where Y/N would be, and I thanked him.
Turning the door handle gently, I went inside. The room was kind of, like, super huge. On taking a glance around, I saw Y/N sitting on the bed, a blanket wrapped around her. Her mascara was ruined. Oh my God.
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[ Narrator's POV ]
Wanda was too astounded by the look on your face to say anything.
The moment was too sensitive, too broken for either of you to say something. She felt like a burden on you, you felt like a burden on her.
She tried to say something, “Y/N… you- I’m so sorry-”
“Hey, Wands, it’s alright. Come here. I missed you.” You open the blanket for her to join you. She takes off her boots and climbs on the bed, wrapping you up in her embrace.
“Talk to me, detka.”
“There’s nothing to talk about honey. I guess I'm just not the type of person you could have fun with.”
“Shush! You’re the person I would spend forever with. What do you mean?”
“I’m sorry Wanda, I know you love parties. I know you love being around people and loud music and party lights and drinks. I know you love dancing around and I know you love doing all of that all throughout the night. I am so sorry I am ruining your party, I know you get stressed out because of college and need to feel a little fresh. I’m sorry I cannot be like that. You can feel free to leave me all you want.”
“Hey, not a single word about me leaving you. Or you leaving me. You don’t have to be sorry for being who you are, malyshk. Yes, I love parties but not at the cost of you. I’d rather not have a party for years than make you cry all alone every time I go to one.”
“Oh my goodness, no! I feel like I’m being so toxic about this. I don’t want you to cut off everyone else for me, or stop having fun because of me. Gosh, I can’t-”
She softly places a finger on your mouth, motioning for you to pause your overthinking. “You are not being toxic, it’s okay to feel this way. Anyone in your shoes would feel uncomfortable and insecure, I understand you completely. Don’t apologise, dear. I love you so much Y/N/N.”
You smile wide at her, and reply, “I love you too Wands. So so much.” Thanks to an occasional idea that you got, you shift your position to sit in front of her, straddling her lap. Holding her face between both your hands, you bring your lips together. The kiss wasn’t heated, but it wasn’t soft either. Just the perfect bit of each. You push her against the headboard and intensify yourself by seeking access. She permits you, and your tongues meet. She tastes a bit like alcohol, but mostly her own sweetness, and you’re so here for it. Her hand goes for your lower back, and the other in your hair.
When a small distance is created between the two of you, she pushes you down on the bed so she could be on your top. Once both of you had caught up on your breaths, she kissed you again and again all over your face, making you shut your eyes and grin. With each kiss that she planted, she muttered a little “I love you” and it fluttered the butterflies in your stomach. It was kind of difficult, but you began grinding against Wanda, but she stopped her kisses and held you in place. “Baby, let’s not mess up Stark’s bed. I’m gonna take you home, can you be a little patient for me?” Reluctantly, you nod. She was right.
Both of you get up, and rearrange your clothes. She helps you adjust your makeup, and does her own too. Ten minutes later, you’re both in the car, the only thought of Wanda touching you at home keeping you from going crazy.
— ✦ —
As soon as you enter the house, Wanda holds your waist and whispers in your ear, “My pretty baby,” then kisses your cheek, “Such a pretty baby. I love you.” You are practically breathless. You know she’s teasing you by showering love in all the different ways except the one you desperately need right now.
“This lavender dress, it’s too beautiful. What a shame the zip hurt my baby. Should I tear it?”
“No…” you whisper.
“Well then, if you say no, then it’s a no. We only have one way left, and it’s the zip.”
You know she’s being annoying on purpose. And it’s getting on your nerves. She takes her time to lower the zip, so carefully that the exact moment you step inside the bedroom, the zip reaches the bottommost point. She takes off your dress and puts it aside. “Relax yourself, lyubov.” You sit on the edge of the bed waiting for her. She got rid of her own dress and walked towards you. Placing a finger on your chin, she lifts your head up and asks you, “Pretty baby, what do you want?”
You had enough. So you decided to play her game yet again. “I want what you want to give me.”
“And what do I want to give you?”
“Three fingers.” Her eyes widen at your sudden bold response. Your own did too. “Alright, if that’s what you want.”
You rest your head on the pillow and pull her by the neck, “Fuck me, Wanda.”
“I’d be a fool not to.” was all that she said before taking off the rest of your clothes. Gently, she pushes two fingers inside your heat. “You’re drenching, and all for me detka.” Pushing a third digit in, she repeats, “All for me.”
It felt too much. You hadn’t thought it through but you were thankful you didn’t, because she started hitting all the spots that elicited raw screams out of you. She knew how to make you feel good like the back of her hand. Echoes of Wanda’s name filled the apartment, you could barely control your volume. And Wanda was enjoying all of it.
Her free hand reaches your chest, softly encouraging your moans. “Y/N, you look so fucking beautiful.” You were getting all worked up, so she started focusing on stimulating your clit.
Not so long after, you try warning her between pants and moans, “Wanda, I-”
“Yes, my pretty baby, make a mess for me, look at me when you do.”
You manage to stare at her when you come. She rides you through it, and looks into your eyes fondly. Once you calm down from your high, she takes out her fingers and cleans them up with her tongue. The sight itself is magnificent, but she adds a whole different effect by humming. It makes you want to fuck her all night long. You smile at her, as Wanda moves away strands of hair from your face.
“I love it when you call me that” you tell her.
“Call you what? Pretty baby?”
“No. Your pretty baby.”
She blushes, and kisses you hard. “Yes, you’re my pretty baby. You’ve been such a good pretty baby.”
“Does that mean I deserve a treat?” You say, and stick your tongue out. Wanda’s face goes insanely red, she’s too flushed to even say something. “Don’t talk to me like that.”
“If you want me to shut up, you need to sit on my face.”
“Okay but don’t talk to me like that.”
“I will, because I’m gonna get a treat.”
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