#( maybe just a drabble? I dunno but he wanted me to write this. But I s2g if you make it a thread bitch you better not match the length on

[writtenxbeginnings]

It had been a long few weeks. Crownsguard Training had been kicking Prompto's ass, not that he would change it for anything. It was all he had considered doing, since getting as close to Noctis as he did. It only made sense, after all. But it hurt, each day giving him more bruises and banged up shins than he had ever experienced in his life - and he was bullied for a good amount of his childhood. When all he wanted to do was go to his apartment and sleep, he knew that it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to his friends, and it wasn't fair to Gladio. Besides, Prompto wanted to see the Shield.

He had started to read some of his boyfriends romance books, still not fully sold on what he was already reading, but it had given the blonde an idea. It had took a few days of revisions, but he had delivered the letter this morning, asking Ignis if he would mind passing it along since he wouldn't see Gladio till tomorrow, and the advisor easily accepted. A small part of the teen felt bad about deceiving his friend, but it had to be done for his.... plan.

That was what found him then at his Noct's apartment, fidgeting where he sat at the kitchen table. He wanted to be a little more brave, but he supposed doing this at all in the first place showed that he was at least attempting to be more forward. RIght? It was when he heard the jingle of keys outside the front door, heard the latch sliding open to allow it to open, that he finally stilled, hands resting on his knees as he took one deep breath. Then another. When the door opened, he let the breath out, and waited.

The Letter Below

'Gladio - I thought about you last night, when I was trying to sleep. I couldn't fall asleep, couldn't relax, so my mind wandered. It started to think about your mouth, and the way that it felt on my skin. I imagined you kissing up my neck, your hand resting on my thigh. I thought of your fingers and the magic that you had to have, the way they hit every spot just right. I wanted to think of more, but I made myself wait. It was so uncomfortable, Gladdy, but I went to bed like that. Instead I thought about what I'd do the next day. Today.

I thought about asking Noct to stay at his old rooms in the citadel, saying I had something planned for you that required not being at your dad's house, or my parents dingy little apartment. I thought about getting their before you and sitting at the table, waiting for you to walk in the door, knowing you had read this letter, saw the picture that I tucked in with it as a visual guide (this is me after all!). I thought about the way you'd get here and pull me from the chair, the way you'd notice that I was already hard in my shorts. I imagined the way you'd throw me up against the wall, pinning me with your hips as you marked up my neck.

Let's just say there's a lot that I'm imagining, big guy. I guess it's up to you to decide if my thoughts are good enough or if you can do better. ;)

~ Blondie'

[nisuna]

I'm baaackk ha ha ㅠㅠ I just got really inspired soo...here we go!

my first multi-jjk men-mega-drabble huhuhu

I didn't include their names specifically in each drabble in case you want to think of someone else maybe :^) these are just some of my headcannons!

puuuuhh I usually write all of my stuff in one sitting, but I actually wrote this over the span of a few days the brain juices were flowing I really got into it, they turned out way longer than I anticipated, but anyway without further ado hope you enjoy

-characters aged up as needed we know the drill-

TW: dacryphilia, degradation, name calling/pet names, bitch, slut, good girl, honey, sweetheart, babe, baby, blowjob, a smidge of angst, comfort, impact play, oral m&f receiving, doggy, mating press, multiple positions, riding, missionary, choking, safe words, overstimulation, lmk if I forgot anything!!

♡featuring: toji, geto, gojo, choso, nanami, yuji, megumi♡

♡masterlist♡

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JJk Men making you cry during Sex

fushiguro toji

"Dumb bitch, can't even suck my cock right.", he scoffed and pulled your hair even tighter.

Endure it. Whats up with you today you're usually so into this, but today his words were hitting too close to home. You could feel tears gather and saliva drip onto your sore thighs.

"Damn are you crying? Are you serious?", he laughed. "Does sucking my cock get you off so much? Here take this."

He pulls your face flush against his stomach, with too much force making you gag and shut your eyes.

You tapped his thighs three times ending it with a scratch, your safe word.

"Oh fuck I-"

He cussed before you let out a deep sob covering your face with your shaking hands. You felt so embarassed, runny nose and saliva dripping down your chin.

"Shit, come here." he reached out to you, but you pulled away as soon as his fingers grazed your shoulders. your throat was burning, voice hoarse while you continued crying.

"Y/N."

Hearing your name snapped you out of your distraught state, finally looking at him. He was sitting across from you, one arm spread out while the other was patting his lap signalling for you to come and sit on it. You took a few deep breaths, wiping your face and finally allowing yourself to fall in his embrace.

"Was that too much?"

"I've just been really stressed lately, I thought this would take my mind off of things but i guess I made it worse.", you sighed.

You distracted yourself with playing with his rough palm and thick finders while he continued.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I dunno...", you trailed off when he interlocked your fingers

"Hey, look at me.", he pulled your chin up. "I know I'm usually pretty mean and strict, but I'm not a monster, you know. You can tell me stuff like that. I don't mind vanilla once in a while.", he smirked down at you

"Pft!", was what left your mouth before you elbowed him. "That's good to know. I just didn't want to look weak and sensitive in front of you..."

"That's nothing new you know? I know that in comparison to me you're way- OW"

"Alright, alright mister that's enough. You've cheered me up, don't push it.", you grimaced while pulling his cheeks.

"Yesh, ma'am.", he grinned,bringing his hand to his forehead in a salute.

You let out a sigh. "Just shut up and hold me a bit more.... ", you said while nuzzling your face in his neck

He didn't say another word and just kissed the top of your head, wrapping his strong arms around you.

You got to see a new side to your boyfriend today and it wasn't half bad. You could get used to this soft and caring persona of his.

geto suguru

He's been going at it for what feels like hours. He has eaten you out in every position imaginable. From face sitting to eating you out fron the back he's done it all today. But right now he had you spread out on the bed with your legs draped over his broad shoulders. The way his eyes were eating you up, had you constantly squirm away. The hand that was splayed over your tummy kept you in place, however. Between thrusting his fingers he kept littering your sensitive thighs with bites and sucks.

You were huffing his name, hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. You looked incredibly attractive to him, the way you were offering your whole body to him. He was getting off to that as much as you were getting off on his tongue and fingers.

Each orgasm that washed over you felt more intense than the previous one. As you were nearing the nth one this night you began smooshing your cunt into his face more aggressively and pulling his hair making him groan. Your squishy thighs felt heavenly around his head and he thought that getting smothered to death would be a fine way to go.

You were starting to sob, tears collecting at your cheeks, making him look up at you. When he was about to pull away and ask if you were okay you pulled him back against you.

"I said don't stop fuuuck!", you whined.

Eyes teary lips bitten swollen, you looked so messy and he knew that making you cry was his new kink. So he just smirked, licked his lips and finger fucked you through another orgasm.

"Fuck fuck fuck!!", your eyes shot open.

When he pulled away he grinned with his tongue sticking out. "Don't worry, we'll he here all night, sweetheart. Cum as much as you want.", he whispered biting along your thigh and kissing your ankle.

gojo satoru

When you first suggested role play he was oddly enthusiastic about it. He became hesitant when you mentioned spanking.

"Wait, babe, are you sure about that?"

"I can take it, you're not that strong.", you rolled your eyes. "And be as nasty and mean as you can. You can do that for me right, big boy?"

"Don't come crying to me later, missy."

The start was good you were taking your punishment well. He was pounding away from behind, pulling your hair in between mean spanks to your reddening cheeks. You were challenging him between every thrust and spank. He was getting ded up with you but tried to stay composed.

"That's all you got?", you mocked. Now he's had it, So he started hitting your thighs and going inwards.

"Wait hold on what are you-? Ah-", you yelped shortly after earning yourself a mean slap to your pussy for all the mockery.

"What's up princess? All that big talk just to look this pathetic.", his words were getting to you way more than you had expected.

"We din't talk about this, asshole ow-", you tried to stay strong.

"Just shut up and take it."

Those words broke the dam and your tears came spilling from your eyes and onto the pillows beneath you. At first he didn't realise those were bad tears as he teased you, "You cryin? C'mon big girls dont cry,? he thought it was part of your role play so he landed another harsh slap on your ass cheek, it stung and you lost it.

"STOP fuck no more...please. I get it. I give up."

"Babe are you alright? Shit. Hey, hey, c'mere.", he turned you around, holding you up by the waist.

As he was wiping away your tears he spoke, "Now that we know you can't handle much. How about a safe word for the future? Maybe purple, hm?"

You didn't like his tone so you pulled his ear

"Aaahhh purple purple", he giggled.

"No, it'll lose meaning if you just say it like that. And just so you know, I'm not weak, you're just way too strong.", you shot him a glare.

"Sorry sorry.", he put his arms up in defeat. After a few soft kisses and hugs he spoke up again.

"Have you calmed down? Wanna go again?", he dared to ask wiggling his eyebrows, which only earned him a slap across his chest

"PURPLE!" he panicked.

"SHUT UP!!!"

choso kamo

From the first time he got to hug you he became painfully aware of the obvious size difference between the two of you. And since then he became deathly afraid of accidentally hurting you. He always tried to controll his strength around you, especially during sex when he bends you however he pleases and pushed you into positions you didn't know you could assume.

He was a gentle giant, however, so imagine his shock when you suggested that he should hurt you on purpose. You know, be a little mean play rough.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Pleeaasee, I know you're always holding back I wanna know how strong you really are.", you purred, sliding a finger across his clothed chest.

"I can't be mean to you.", he dead panned.

"Why not? You're mean to people all the time.", you blinked up at him.

Well, I actually care about you.", he thought to himself but soon gave in to your begging.

Fine, I'll try. But tell me if it gets too much.

"Yaay!! Thanks.", you stood on your tippie toes to peck his cheek.

That's how you found yourself riding him like there was no tomorrow. His cock was hitting you so deliciously deep you were starting to lose your mind. The slaps you asked to give you across your face were lighter than you'd like but beggars can't be choosers. And when he first spanked you, you could feel tears sting your eyes.

He took notice and slowed down his pace.

"Nooo mmh I like it, please, you shook your head, desperately rolling your hips into him.

"Baby look at me? You're crying!! Does it hurt, let's stop, c'mon."

"No not at all, i love it...it feel so ah good. I can feel you all the way up here. Mmh don't stop.", you mewled while pulling his hand to press against your tummy.

Fuck the sight of your pink cheeks and teary eyes did turn him on. It was making him crazy actually.

"Fuck, you have to take responsibility for being so fucking hot.", he growled and you received your long awaited hard spanks.

"Yes, hit me some more, please<3", he swore he saw hearts in your eyes. "Be mean, call me names."

"You slut...", he tried and that had your toes curl and eyes roll back

"Yeah, I'm your fucking slut, just for you. Give it to me more.", you pulled his hand to your mouth to suck on his thick fingers. After placing them on your tits he gave tem a few pinches before grabbing handfulls of your ass. Meanwhile you pressed your chest against his face, essentially drowning him in your swollen tits. You swore you came one step closer to heaven with each thrust against your cervix.

nanami kento

You were currently folded in half with your husband thrusting away at your cunt. You two were practically sticking to each other at this point. He lifted your hips up, putting your feet on his shoulders and holding your legs in place with a strong arm. The new angle made you see stars. After a few thrusts he brought his thick fingers to your swollen clit. The speed of his hips was brutal and the circles he was rubbing with his fingers felt almost painful.

"Wait if you keep that up I'm gonna- oh fuck", you gasped eyes blown wide open.

"Well, that's the whole point honey.", he mused kissing your ankle.

As he continued his ministrations you came with a loud sob, shaking when he kept playing with your clit.

"Shit, no more pleaseee", you tried grabbing his hand, tears collecting at the corners of your eyes.

He only stopped when he saw you cover your face with shaky hands. That was when he finally set your legs down and kissed your hands

"Hey, don't hide. Look at me."

"N-no, I don't want you to see me in such a pathetic state", you cried and tried to squirm away from his burning gaze.

You heard a low chuckle rumble through his chest before he grabbed your hands with one of his, pinning them above your head. He leaned down and caught your lips in a hungry kiss.

"How could you ever look pathetic to me. Do you understand how perfect you look beneath me, hm?" I know that you want to go again.", he mused kissing away your tears abd letting go of your hands.

You gave him a weak nod, slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close.

"Don't worry. This time I'll make you feel even better.", he whispered against your neck before starting to roll his hips into you once more.

itadori yuji

Earlier he was boasting to you that he has been researching how to choke someone the right way. And at first it felt just right, but once he got more and more into snapping his hips into you, low groans leaving his lips, his grip changed. Instead of light pressure that was making your head spin just right, he was almost completely cutting off your airway now.

You tried to adjust in his grip in between high pitched moans and mewls leaving your mouth at how he bullied himself inside you. But to no avail, he just added a second hand. Once you were getting dizzy you tried to mutter your safe word.

"Pine-"

"Pain? You like that, huh? Wow baby I don't now you were such a masochist."

He squeezed you even harder. Your eyes shot open, tears spilling out as you clawed at this firm hand around your neck. You could barely talk.

"PINEAPPLE!", you finally managed to shriek.

His hips immediately came to a halt, pulling out and detaching his huge palms from your neck. he could clearly see the red fingerprints he left behind

"Baby! My god, I'm so sorry are you okay-?"

A loud cough left your mouth, shutting him up. You took a few deep breaths, panic written all over your face and you tried to smooth over the sore area. At first you didn't even notice the tears that kept falling from your eyes, you were to focused to catch your breath again.

He was shocked and so disappointed in himself. He actually hurt you even after all his research.

When you continued to rub your neck, small "ows" left your mouth and that snapped him out of it. He laid down and reached his arms out. you immediately fell into his embrace.

"Sh sh its okay you're safe I'm so sorry", he reassured while gently stroking your hair. You were still shaking but your breathing soon evened out. Your ear was pressed against his chest and you could hear his heart hammering like crazy. A stark contrast to his composed, soothing voice. Must've been shocking to him as well, you thought to yourself before speaking up.

"Yes I'm fine, thank you.", you looked up and pecked his lips.

"Let's never do this again.", he mumbled while squeezing you flush against him.

"No, I did like it at first. You just have to be more careful next time. And please just stick to one hand. One is plenty, you're too strong for your own good.", you chuckled while rubbing your nose against his.

He just hummed and kissed your forehead.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up.", he said while sitting up pulling you with him. Before he stood up he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles with a soft smile on his face.

fushiguro megumi

You've been dating for a few months now, but the furthest you have gone was a few gentle pecks and light groping. Each time you wanted to take things further, he found an excuse. Until the day came that he invited you over to his.

You were sat on his lap on his bed across while he licked at lour neck and groped your tits. His cock was hitting your cervix with every squirm of your hips. He told you to stay still but it was growing increasingly difficult with each teasing motion.

It was when he moved one of his hands from your breast down to between your legs, that you felt tears swell up.

"What's wrong? You don't like it?"

"No, I love it. It's just I've liked you so much for such a long time. I'm just so happy right now, so don't mind me.", you mumbled, squeezing your eyes together.

"You're so wet for me baby. Do my fingers feel that good hm? Just look at yourself in the mirror."

"Mmh noo it's embarassing", you whined as his fingers sped up.

"Do it for me. Now."

How could you say no to him, when he spoke with that tone and with how his fingers were working wonders. So you reluctantly opened your eyes and saw him staring right back at you.

"Atta girl.", and with those words he began rocking you up and down on his lap. You were so loud and expressive, he loved every second of it.

"Good girl, tell me, who's fucking you so good right now?

"Mmhh, you do. Ah, so good, please don't stop."

Instead of speeding up he pushed your hips down keeping you in place and making you sob. "Beg some more", he huffed while he licked up your neck and dug his teeth into your shoulder.

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Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed, I'd love to hear your thoughts!!<3 Hmu if you have any suggestions for future fics 🙆🏻‍♀️ much love as always MWAH♡

[n1ght0f-nyx]

loved that short thing you wrote for graves, since you take requests, if you are interested would you maybe write some headcanons/a little drabble about graves getting physically intimate with someone for the first time? maybe someone he was crushing on for some time that he tried to get in his bed for awhile, some reader thats rather inexperienced?

you write him reeally well i can tell

warnings/tags- suggestive but not smut

word count- 635 words

Persistent but Patient: Graves has been after you for a while, throwing out cocky one-liners, casual touches, and the occasional “You ever gonna let me take you home, sweetheart?” with that smug grin. But when it finally happens, and he realizes you’re inexperienced, the bravado takes a backseat.

Hidden Soft Side: He talks a big game, but deep down, he’s not the kind of man to rush this—especially not with you. The realization catches him off guard, and for once, he slows down.

Teasing Turned Gentle: What starts as his usual teasing (“‘Bout time, darlin’. Thought I was gonna have to write you a formal invitation.”) quickly shifts when he sees the nervous flicker in your expression. He dials it back, his touch going from confident to careful.

Surprisingly Attentive: Graves may be a rough-around-the-edges kind of guy, but he pays attention. The second he senses hesitation, he eases up, murmuring quiet reassurances against your skin. “Ain’t gotta rush, sweetheart. We go at your pace.”

Cocky, but Protective: He still can’t help but smirk when you react to him, but it’s not about ego—it’s about making you feel good. The moment you melt into his touch, he’s hooked.

Graves had imagined this a hundred different ways.

You beneath him, a teasing smirk on your lips, pulling him down by the collar to finally give in. Maybe you’d roll your eyes at him first, maybe you’d mutter something about how he “talks too damn much” before kissing him breathless.

But that wasn’t how this was going.

The moment his hands found your waist, his thumbs brushing slow, he felt the way your breath hitched—too sharp, too unsure. When he pulled back to look at you, really look at you, it hit him like a bullet to the chest.

You were nervous.

Graves had been with plenty of people before, but none of that mattered now. Because you—someone he’d wanted for so damn long—were looking up at him with hesitation, with trust, and it knocked the wind right out of him.

His throat bobbed. His grip on you loosened like he was afraid of holding on too tight.

“…You sure ‘bout this, sweetheart?” His voice came quieter than he meant it to, that usual Southern drawl softened, careful.

You nodded, but your fingers clutched at his shirt, anchoring yourself. That small action sent a rush of warmth through his chest—something deeper than desire, something gentler.

“I—I ain’t mean to rush you,” he admitted, his bravado cracking at the edges. “Didn’t know it was, uh…” He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping for the first time, like he wasn’t sure he had the right to look at you. “Didn’t know it was your first.”

You exhaled, something shy in your expression. “Would it have made a difference?”

Graves let out a short, breathy chuckle, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Hell, yeah.” He glanced at you, and for the first time, his smirk was gone—replaced with something almost boyish, almost nervous. “Would’ve stopped runnin’ my damn mouth so much. Woulda… I dunno. Been a little less of an ass about it.”

That made you laugh, and the tension between you unraveled just a little.

When he kissed you this time, it wasn’t rushed or greedy—it was slow, deliberate, his lips barely pressing into yours like he was trying to memorize the way you felt. His hands trembled slightly where they rested against your sides, the weight of the moment settling heavy in his chest.

“You just tell me what you need,” he murmured against your skin, voice softer than ever. “We go as slow as you want. You got me?”

And for once in his damn life, Phillip Graves wasn’t thinking about winning. He wasn’t thinking about getting what he wanted.

He was thinking about you.

[jazzyoranges]

Saw you take requests!! Can you do a fluffy Wednesday x Shape shifter!Reader (no smut please) where it's Wednesday's writing time but she can't think of ideas so reader turns into a cat and curls up on Wednesday's lap? Basically helping Wednesday by making sure Wednesday can't get up until she writes a chapter. Thanks!

Orange kitty - drabble

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Words: 0.8k

A/n: i feel like we as a fandom haven’t been putting the orange cat x black cat trope in enough fics. this is me advocating for orange cat!r

“I feel your eyes on me, (Y/n).”

“I’m not allowed to look at my friend anymore?”

“It’s distracting. You’re inhibiting me from writing.” Wednesday isn’t fully lying. She just doesn’t add how you give her an odd feeling. An odd feeling she doesn’t like.

“Aww, do I make you nervous, Wens?” You laugh, deciding to ignore the glare she sends your way

“Keep talking and I’ll remove your voice box.”

“Please, I think you’d miss me too much” You roll your eyes, stretching on Wednesday’s bed

You turn into a cat as per Thing’s request, and you two start to play tag around Wednesday and Enid’s shared room. Thing happily bragged that you and him were better friends once. His hubris only resulted in Wednesday taking away his favorite lotions for an entire week.

The Addams girl huffs when she, yet again, makes a mistake on her typewriter. This was unlike her. The tiny trash can under her desk was nearing being full only after one or two hours of her failed attempts at writing. Wednesday put her hands in her lap after she realized her words only became futile

The abrupt stop of clacking keys makes you turn your head, giving Thing the perfect opportunity to tag you back on Enid’s bed. You quickly turn human again with almost a cartoon-ish pop, and ask Thing if Wednesday was allergic to cats

“She’s not, why do you ask?” He signs

“Do you think she’d kill me if I sat on her lap?” You sign back, not wanting Wednesday to hear

“As a human, most definitely. But if you were a cat maybe she’d tolerate you. No promises, though” Thing somehow shrugs using his thumb and pinkie finger as arms. God, you loved the weird appendage

“I can hear you two talking. I’d prefer if you’d leave me in silence.”

“Writers block?”

“No, I’m merely thinking of the correct words to use.”

“Maybe you should ask Enid for help. The woman can reach over the Twitter character limit in like… three seconds. Two if she’s really excited”

“Recommend such a horrid idea again and I’ll release you in my pen of hellhounds.”

“We both know I’d win” You cockily smirk, again ignoring what looks to be annoyance on Wednesday’s face. Then again, she always looked annoyed

“Your hubris is laughable. Let’s see how you suffice when your digestive system is ripped open.”

“Tempting, but I’d rather stay here with you”

You can only assume Thing listens with watchful… fingers? You execute your plan to him, and a quick pinkie-promise indicates he gets to bury you if Wednesday decides to kill you after the stunt you’re about to pull

“Hey, Wens?” The Addams doesn’t show any form of talking but you decide to keep going

“Did you know people say cats can lessen anxiety?”

The Addams hums in acknowledgement, so you continue

“Well, I don’t exactly believe it”

“And why is that.” Wednesday sighs. Sometimes she wonders why she indulges in you

“I dunno, just seems fake. I was wondering if you’d do an experiment with me?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Great! Thanks, Wens” You give Thing a quick wink after turning into a cat and hopping up onto her desk. Turning your head to the side as if you were asking a question, you looked at Wednesday for an answer

You were crazy, but not crazy enough to do something to make Wednesday hate you

For some reason, the Addams girl doesn’t even have a second chance to think before scooting back her chair. You’re about to jump into her lap with a paw over the edge of her desk, but you glance up to make sure Wednesday was sure. You receive a small nod

The action is enough to make you whisper a small “thank you” but it only comes out as a small meow

You circle around her lap for a good area to lay, and you quickly take your spot with a tiny smile that makes your eyes close. Wednesday scoots her chair back in, and she has absolutely no idea what to do.

Only when you start to purr a shiver goes up her spine. The vibrations are light, and something about you happily laying on her lap makes you chip away at Wednesday’s walls the tiniest bit. She contemplates where to put her hands before Thing scurries on top of you to scratch behind your ear. Wednesday shoots him a deathly glare in return, but your favorite Addams (don’t tell Wednesday) stays put

As if showing Wednesday how to pet a cat, Thing gets off of your back and points a finger in your direction. Hesitantly, the Addams girl copies the actions Thing showed her

And you? You were having an amazing time. Wednesday’s fingers were cold but every stroke of her hand was calculated. She took note of which spots you purred louder, and continued her movements

Fuck you and your ability to get what you want, Wednesday thinks. Of course your smug ass knew cats lessened anxiety. Of course.

But Wednesday can’t help being addicted to your tiny purrs and vibrations

With her left hand fondling your ear and her right on her typewriter, she decides maybe a cat could be arranged in her novel.

[neetily]

hiii omg I missed ur writings!! ur my fav stardew writer <333 do u think ur ever going to put ur fics back on ao3? i was so confused when ur name disappeared from my subscriptions

small side request

a drabble abt sam getting a hard on after seeing the farmer working on their crops in just overalls during thr summer?

hi love! thank you for waiting for me to get to this request <3 i hope you're still here LMFAO. and though i'm sure you've already seen my answer to your ao3 question, i'll answer again for those who don't know.

i will not be reuploading fics to ao3, and you can instead read all of my old fics from a google drive link on my masterlist. the only fic i will be reuploading is the kent reddit fic when i finish the next chapter, since i'll have to reupload old chapters for it to make sense! ty for asking <3

warnings: public, male solo wc: 1,312

It's really really warm today. Surprisingly so even for a mid-Summer morning, which is what has led to him sipping at his usual morning Joja Cola on the front porch while you toil away on the farm all by yourself.

And he'd love to help you out— was helping in the beginning. Slinking away into the kitchen soon after under the guise of getting you a refreshingly cold drink when really, he just needed a break from the growing tension in his pants from watching you work so hard. All hot and bothered and not from the sun this time. And yet still, the Summer heat beats down on him despite the shade he's currently under, leaving him to feel all uncomfortable and sticky in the comfort of the small bench upon your porch.

Or�� Perhaps he's feeling all gross and sweaty because he's currently got his cock out too? Fist tight around the base of it, choking himself out with light squeezes as a means to distract himself from the gorgeous view right in front of him, but he never had hope to begin with. Dunno, maybe that might have a little something to do with it, right?

Because despite nursing a heavy hard on in the wide open on such a lovely morning, the air remains thick. Suffocating in its sticky nature; especially against his exposed cock as precum rolls down the length of it to stain his white knuckles all tacky too. He's sure that he's hidden well enough from your prying eyes to stay private with his affections, positive that you're probably too busy making sure that the toil has been appropriately tilled, or that the weeds have been sufficiently removed, or that all the sprinklers you've made still function as well as they should. Too busy not paying attention to him, and the way he simply stares at you from afar. Joja Cola in one hand, and his cock in the other. There's no better way to start a morning, he selfishly thinks to himself with a final sip of his can before saving it by the table next to him.

He doesn't wanna drop it when he gets going soon enough.

And he's selfish indeed, from the way he huffs and puffs to himself in the heat of the sun, hiking his knees up just a little to rest against the fence of the porch, keeping his dripping cock out of your view so that he can pleasure himself in private. Something about enjoying quiet time with you in his own time, a pleasurable shiver running up his spine as his half-lidded eyes once again fall upon your picture pretty frame, and his cock immediately begs back in response. Twitching in his unfair hold for jus a little more, c'mon, she can't see you!

Not that it'd be an issue if you could, it's just fun getting to play this little game with you— even if you're left unaware. Because you're unaware, even. Because there's nothing more that he wants to do this lazy Summer morning than to dote on you in the secrecy of your own porch. The thrill of it all, of having his cock leak and dribble precum for anyone to rightfully see, zip down and cock fished out from the hole his boxers provide— God, it's just all so exciting to him. Has him giddy with enjoyment, offering you a wry smile when you wave innocently back at him, and his cock jerks for more of your attention.

It only helps that you've practically matched his state of undress in the unfair heat of the day unknowingly. Barely covered by the old and tattered overalls he so often sees you wearing day in and out; and y'know, he's never really thought of them as sexy before, but it's difficult to deny the way his cock throbs and eyes threaten to roll at another eyeful of your pretty side boob. The important parts still yet remain hidden, and yet still, he has to remind himself to swallow else he's sure he'd be drooling over the mere sight of you by now.

Just... Fuck sake, you look too fucking pretty for your own good. And he has half a mind to believe that you know it too, like a pestering little imp, intent on forcing him into getting off on such an otherwise pleasant morning together because you know he can't help himself when it comes to you. A low whine escaping his throat at the thought alone, and though it's quiet enough that you've got no chance of hearing it, he silently hopes you do. He hopes you get suspicious of the slight wiggling around he's doing thanks to the jacking off he promptly starts when you perfectly bend over to reach another melon, and fuck, what he wouldn't do to fuck your melons, and—

Oh he can barely breathe. Watching you through hazy vision is only making him more frustrated with himself, the grip on his cock tightening up to counteract the slippery sweat that coats his body in a light sheen. That, and the fact that copious amounts of precum spills for you and your tight fucking body, shit. He's only just gotten dressed really, and now he has to change with every slip of his fist up his cock, gasping for air on the quick tug back down. Repeating the action even as you just stand still to assess your surroundings, because he finds you that fucking hot in the sun. Surely dripping with sweat yourself, struggling to keep cool in spite of the lack of clothing you've decided to adorn— much to his cocks pleasure. And you're such a good tease too, it's too fucking easy to jack it to you. A slick squelch filling his little corner of the porch as he picks up the pace of his fist, fucking himself silly as dizziness overtakes him and he needs to cum right now, just— jus' bend over a little more. jus' a lil— fuuuuck, that's it, jus' like that—

Almost as if you can hear his thoughts, or have somehow caught on to exactly why his body shakes and jerks with every hump of his hips against his wet palm, you abide by his wishes expertly. But he's past the point of caring about his dignity already today, biting down on his tongue to hold back a loud moan when he catches sight of your perfect ass and yeah, it's all over for him with the sway of your hips when you struggle to get another weed out or whatever. He doesn't fucking care at this point.

Hasn't the capacity to, really. Unwittingly providing the perfect opportunity to him with your turned back, he finally lets loose enough to shoot a morning load against his chest, just barely managing to pull his shirt up in time so as to not dirty it too much with milky cum. Dragging his fist back down to the very base of his cock to instead hump the air to completion, fervently staring at your ass as if the combination would somehow simulate actual sex with you— but it works. As silly as it sounds, it has him milking himself empty with fast fucks against nothing but the hot and humid air, only to lay fat ropes of seed against his chest and tummy for you.

It's short and sweet and over almost as quickly as it started, but that's just the thing. He finds you so fucking attractive, you can't rightly blame him for flashing you a dopey grin when you finally turn around to the sound of his grunts and groans in the quiet lazy morning, and unfortunately see the state of him.

Though he has high hopes for the way you saunter closer to him. The weeds can wait, right?

[dollyichi]

I saw that you wanted thirsts so I'll give this a shot 😖. I really liked the way you wrote Rin in "We Listen We Don't Judge: Blue Lock Edition". That part about him crying because of overstim... AGHHHHH

Maybe virgin Rin is written a lot here I dunno 😓 But if it isn't too selfish to request, could you elaborate?

Sorry if this was too formal, I'm new to these kinds of things. Love you and your writing lots! Take care of yourself honey 💞💞

hi hi love thank you for reading my works 🥹i appreciate it a lot! you’re not being selfish you’re so sweet omg i love uu!! i ended up rambling i hope this is fine :3

edit: ALSO ANON I TALK ABOUT HOW HE FELL FOR YOU AND ALL THAT BUT I decided to write how he ended up confessing here in this small drabble lmk what you think too if you get to read it >< i got inspired hihi

when i was writing it, i thought him crying meant a lot of things. he says he doesn’t cry but you were just so different to him that it felt overwhelming. it’s more of an unconscious crying, not too much, not too subtle—it really wasn’t on purpose but he let go. i mean come on, he came when he put it in and still was hard he wants you so bad!!

rin loves you too much, more than you know, more than you do him (the reoccurring topic during your typical play fights by the way) but it’s the truth—a series of denying himself, then denying himself to you till he eventually just bursts and he’s got you finally even when he’s the one wrapped around your finger.

he prepared a lot, mentally, physically—he wanted it to be perfect. while you just wanted it to be a time for the both of you to finally be the most honest towards each other. (i am a big fan of writing them in love it’s important to me!!)

his emotions were really stirred up when you he realizes how bare the both of you were just for each other and it’s adding onto that emotional aspect so i think it’s mainly just a tender moment. got really into overstimulating himself cause it’s just him being greedy to get more from you. rin messy sex lover too!!

for rin’s first time it has to really be handled with care and guidance (don’t worry he’s a genius after anyway). i wasn’t sure exactly which part you wanted me to elaborate on, but he’s patient and eager to learn from you. because he feels so good it’s important you feel 10x more than that even if it was a moment you’ve given him for him to enjoy. had a few rounds, you already know what happened so i wont repeat (😝), second round you were teaching him how you can feel good while he did. letting you know which spots felt the most sweet. third round you were already losing your mind but you loved it so much you were already getting hooked on him.

that gentle affection from you is just so touching to him and that’s why he fell for you in the first place. and i guess from there you experimented a lot… even letting him watch you pleasure yourself so he gets even better! kinda like it when reader has a bit more experience but, them sharing a first time together is like the cherry on top of a triple sunday for me yk? and that’s like three cherries so it’s even better but either way you both wanted to spoil each other despite being intimidated by the thought of it ‘being a first’ but that’s why you’re together to have your firsts and lasts and that is so romantic to me ><

[quarterlifekitty]

Hiii I’ve just found your blog like a day ago and I LOVE how you write, especially for soap! You’re onto something with the scent kink for him imo, which lead me to this lil idea for some headcannons or a small drabble:

After reading your posts about Soap and having a scent kink (and being nasty in general 😈), I thought about him dealing with someone developing a scent kink/theirs becoming more intense after he got them pregnant. Like the hormones are all going crazy and they’re just like “mmm baby c’mere~ you smell so damn good, I need to breathe you in like oxygen!~” like it’s partially a kink thing, and just genuinely adoring how he smells because it’s comforting? Idk if this is anything I just love me some man musk honestly lol.

It’s better that getting the pregnancy pica!! Also. Let me tell you all a story. I knew a guy in college. Russian guy, very sweet, very depressed. I had a huge fucking crush on him. And everyone I talked to who knew him was like “yeah, he’s really nice, but he kind of smells?? Like he needs to shower more or something” and I was like…. I like how he smells. And that’s how I knew my life was fucked

Soap laughs when you nuzzle your face into his neck and breathe deep for what must be the fifth time in the last half hour.

“Wee bairn got ye feelin’ needy, hen?” He questions with a smile. He knows your hormones have been getting fucking crazy. Makes him wonder how fast he can knock you up again after this one is born.

“I dunno, I…. I just love how you smell. More than usual. Maybe it’s cause we have a baby. We’re like mates now, y’know? You smell like… like home.”

You sweet, tempting thing. “Cannae be sayin’ things like that to me, bonnie. Dinnae want to maul a pregnant woman, but y’know I’m only a man—“

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

ooh, I saw the other anon offering their soul up for a request. I will make a sacrificial offering to the writing gods for you. if maybe you could write a Bruce Wayne Drabble with a handsize difference?- I dunno recently compared hands with a guy with hands almost two finger joints larger than mine so🥴

hey nonnie how does it feel to be living my dream

anyway

Not necessarily Shop Girl and Bruce

Warnings:...Idk, none? Yearning? Pining? And me pretending to know anything about gunshot residue because I did limited googling don't @ me

"What are you doing back there?"

"Nothing," You insisted, doing your best to ignore the feeling of Bruce turning to look at you. You just continued your inspection of one of Bruce's discarded gloves, turning it over in your hands before you hesitantly slid your hand into it. You watched the glove slide down, brows raising as you wiggled your fingers in the roomy interior.

"What is it?" Bruce chuckled.

"There's a lot of space in here."

"Is there?"

"How do you grip anything properly?"

"Here," Bruce reached out, sliding the glove off of your hand and casting it aside. Before you could argue, he took hold of your hand, raising it and pressing your hands together. Your stomach flipped at the heat and weight of his palm, taking in the sight of his fingers spreading above yours. You kept your gaze on your hands, unable to look at Bruce as heat crept up your neck and spread to your face.

"...Oh," You managed lamely after a moment.

"Does that answer your question?"

"Yep."

"Good." Bruce pulled his hand back from yours, only to reach up and gently chuck you under the chin with his knuckles. "And leave my gloves alone. You don't need any GSR transfer."

"Any what?"

"Gunshot residue. It's harmless and the transfer rate is pretty low, but god forbid the cops take you in and test your hands, it could spell trouble," He turned away taking up the glove. You folded your arms around yourself, fingers wiggling as you watched him bring the glove back to the rest of his suit.

"...That something you deal with a lot?" You hedged softly.

"Sometimes." He glanced back toward you, brows furrowing a little. "...I'm fine."

"I know," You nodded. It was too quick—you could see Bruce beginning to turn toward you a bit more, an argument ready on his tongue. But you didn't want to argue—not about this, and not right now.

"I'm going to go make some coffee," You insisted. "You want any?"

"...I'll take a cup, sure."

"Okay."

You'd only managed to take a step when Bruce caught hold of your hand, and you didn't have a chance to face him fully before you felt the warm press of his lips against your knuckles. You gave his hand a hesitant squeeze before he let go, and you strode out of the room as quickly as possible, trying to ignore your pounding heart and tingling knuckles.

[toxic3mmy]

prompt: alex comes home drunk and confesses his love for you

no warnings! just fluff <3

[sorry abt it being so short! just wanted to write a quick drabble]

you were sitting on your bed late on a friday night. it was around 2 am when you suddenly heard a loud crash coming from your living room. you jump up and creep towards the front door with a bat in your hand. your body shook slightly as you walked closer to the door. a dark figure was on the floor laughing. you realized you knew this laugh like no other. it was your idiot roommate alex.

“alex? are you okay?” you ask as you put the bat down and flick on the lights

alex didn’t answer you with his words and instead he responds with uncontrollably loud laughter and at the sound of it, you couldn’t help but smile.

“where have you been, idiot?” you rolled your eyes teasingly as alex finally answered you with coherent sentences

“i was out with the guys… just drinking and stuff ya knowww no biggie”

you steadied his wobbly body as you replied,

“i can tell you’ve been drinking… how much exactly did you drink ‘lex?” you ask a bit worried as alex was falling asleep while standing right in front of you

“i love it when you call me lex *hiccup* it’s so cute y/n/n”

your face began to heat up and you swatted him in his arm playfully as you repeated your question

“how much did you drink?”

“well…. i stopped counting after *hiccup* six? or maybe seven? dunno…”

your eyes widened at his response, realizing that not only was alex piss drunk, but he definitely is going to deal with a terrible hangover the next day.

“okay, c’mon borrachito… let’s get you to bed okay?”

you laugh softly as you carefully lead him up the stairs of your shared home. halfway up the stairs, alex stops in his tracks and looks at you.

“you smell really good… like soooo good”

you roll your eyes again at his drunken words and simply continue to take him to his bedroom. you open the door and lead him into his bed. you bring some water and a few aspirin for him to take when he wakes up and you hear alex mumble something as his eyes were closed.

“hm? what did you say ’lex?”

“i said… can i tell you a secret?”

i laughed at his small almost childish voice and nod before saying,

“yes, im listening”

“but… promise me that you won’t tell y/n, okay? let’s keep it between me and you”

you gulped as you didn’t know how to respond. what if he said something really deep and personal that was meant to be said when he was aware and sober? would he be angry at you? but what if it’s just some dumb secret that isn’t really a secret? it most likely was the latter, given that alex had a history with making jokes at all times no matter if it was inappropriate or not.

“okay… i wont tell y/n”

“PINKY SWEAR!!!” he sleepily held out his pinky and you hooked your pinky to his.

“okay… i really really like y/n… and i think im going to marry her one day, do you think she’ll say yes?”

you froze a bit after hearing what he just said. you continue to tuck him in silently before asking,

“why do you think you’re going to marry her someday?”

“because i love her. she’s my best friend and my other *hiccup* half” alex smiled with his eyes closed

you felt your heartbeat from head to toe. did he really mean this? maybe he was just talking out of his ass, being so drunk and all.

“okay mister romantic, it’s time for you to get some rest ‘kay?” you slowly get up and begin walking towards the door but alex tugged on your sleeve

“stay, please? i wanna cuddle my wife” he mumbled

“okay ‘lex, im here. i’ll stay, but only to make sure you don’t drunkenly choke in your sleep” you chuckle lightly

you take off your shoes and slide into bed next to him. you draped an arm over him and played with his soft hair, watching him smile as he had his eyes shut

“goodnight corazóncito mio” he cooed as he got comfortable and fell asleep rather quickly

“night alex” you whispered

you definitely were having a talk about this with alex tomorrow.

[macaroki]

look of love, zayne (433 wc)

thinking about Zayne.. i dunno where im going w this. just a CASUAL drabble. mc is not hunter cause i said so. actually ykw take it however u want i dont mind. actually halfway writing this maybe this is not so casual. actually yes its like a unwinding w zayne after a long day. ok bye enjoy. n e way i double space it out cause it hurts my eyes reading lots of paragraph idk ( guys idk if small letter is good or like the caps in front is good.. hmmmm...... let me know plz... ) OK PLS DONT COME AFTER ME IF ITS A BIT OOC 🙏🙏 #selfindulgent not proofread bye love u

he's too busy with work, and the movies aren't so fun anymore. zayne and his soft spot for you, definitely didnt put down his work just bcs he noticed how u start losing interest w the movies.

he is too preoccupied about things he's working on, mainly about the upcoming treatment plan for his patients or the surgery, one that you can't wrap your head about. you can't be bothered to worry about the constant typing sound from his laptop with the movie displayed right in front of your eyes.

the moon casts a gentle glow through the window, dimly lighting the living room area the two of you currently lounging in. with your knees tucked to your chest, and the busy Zayne next to you, suddenly the movies aren't so good to watch now. glancing towards him, he looks so.. well, focused. always thinking, always lost in his own worlds, but right now there's just something quieter about him.

“am I really that interesting than the movies? actually.. screw that, shouldn't you be sleeping?” he asks, not looking up as his eyes glued right to the screen. his tone is a bit.. well, teasing but somehow it just feels more softer. maybe you're imagining things?

eventually, you shoots him a shrug. “shouldn’t you?”

a gentle smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, and finally, he meets your gaze. his eyes reflect your figure, and maybe just maybe the teensy little gaze of love, so so gently looking at you like you're his whole world. if the look of love is a person, Zayne is the perfect definition about it. others might see him as cold, distant, but is that really all he is?

Zayne eventually leans back against the armrest, stretching out his sore arm after carefully placing his laptop to the coffee table. you find his hand idly resting on your side, pulling you closer before a gentle voice breaks the silence. “mhm, no. I don’t sleep much.”

neither do you, actually. not lately, thus resulting in you staying with him for a while until you fixed your sleep schedule. a win-win. with the celebration and stuff, it's hard not to miss out on sleep.

the comfortable silence creeping in, again. save it for the dialogue from the movies occasionally chirping down to your ears with his gentle hand squeezing your side. something about nights like this makes everything feel.. like the world outside doesn’t matter, just for this moment.

sure, this is no different than an ordinary night, but with everything that happened, maybe this is just the kind of night the two of you needed. just the two of you basking in the comfort of love, with nothing else in between. except for the sudden screaming from the movies that startled the both of you.

[miguelsslvt]

miguel o'hara x cheshire cat! spider! reader drabble

word count: 580

TW: angst, fluff, literally makes no sense

A/N: basically as i'm writing a goth girl! reader smut, i was listening to the playlist 'alice by heart' and i just thought of a cheshire cat! spider! reader comforting a lost in grief miguel? i dunno, it probs dont even make sense. but maybe when i'm free next i'll write a smut fic of miguel going to wonderland to capture an anomaly and she ran into cheshire cat who offers him some 'distractions'? ;) anyways posting goth girl! reader smut soon!!! welcome to the club!! ^^

y/n l/n. alias? cheshire spider. from earth-444, also known as 'wonderland'. you were a skilled spider, but very irritating to miguel. he had allowed you into spider society purely for your good agility and strength. agility of a cat, powers of a spider. and the fact that you could disappear and reappear whenever you please was useful too.

on a day you wanted to bug and annoy miguel, you walked in at a bad time. he was looking through past images and videos of his daughter.

'..who's that?' you asked, as miguel's eyes widened in shock and anger. 'get out.' he said bluntly. 'no. who is that?' you asked. 'get out cheshire!' miguel snapped. 'no miguel i want to know who that is.' 'didn't curiosity ever kill the cat?!' 'tell me.' you snapped back. 'i'm sick to death of you cheshire! you just dk nothing but bug everyone, i'm sick to death!!' miguel yelled angrily, as you looked completely unphased. in fact, you smiled.

'looks like i hit a soft spot.' you said, smirking. you disappeared suddenly, your smiling disappearing last until it first reappeared beside the current video of miguel and his daughter playing together. '..y'know i'm actually good with grief?' you said. miguel raised an angry eyebrow at that. 'what?' he said, confused slightly. 'what, you think none of us cared when alice left us?' you said, raising an eyebrow. '..that's nothing compared to my pain.' miguel spat coldly. 'senseless, heartless. you won't ever give this girl's soul up?' you asked, tilting your head, miguel gave up arguing. he sighed, frustrated. '..my daughter. gabriella. i..i killed her.' miguel said quietly.

you looked down, nodding as you listened. '..was it a multiversal collapse?' you asked, as miguel nodded, looking down. '..some things fall away. you just have to accept them.' you said. 'how am i supposed so accept something so devastating?' miguel asked, sounding offended. '..just cry and it's a crisis. if you let your grief sink in, you'll be able to move forward. losing a loved one is incredibly hard, the mock turtles told me all about that, but you're living in shock here. your heart is cold. how can you protect the multiverse if you're so cold and distant on yourself, let alone your team-mates?' you said, raising an eyebrow.

miguel was shocked. for once, what you said made, some sort of sense. no mockery, no jokes, no riddle. did you genuinely want to help him..?

'i may not know how you feel,, but i'm sure that i can try to help you out of this rut.' you smiled softly. '..why are you so.. different?' miguel asked wearily. 'you're so mischievous, so snarky and sneaky, why?' miguel asked. 'hm.. i suppose that's how i was raised. wonderland is very different to nueva york.' you stated, sitting on his desk table.

'you mustn't grow up, you mustn't disobey the queen, you mustn't be late for tea..' you rambled, before smiling again. 'you mustn't hide within your shell of grief.' that caught miguel off guard. he let out a small chuckle.

'you're right, wonderland is very different to nueva york.' he said, looking down. you two sat in silence for a few moments, but it was.. comforting. the silence spoke thousands of words. it was a.. good silence. miguel hadn't heard of a 'good silence' in a while.

'..maybe you could come visit wonderland?' you offered, smirking. 'no way, cheshire.' miguel replied, breaking a small smile.

[woofwoofwolf]

Dimple piercings

Hobie x Reader

Notes: Drabble, fluff, a suggestive comment from Hobie, piercing talk, writer doesn’t have piercings so feel free to fact check me, reader remains GN, Hobie and reader are adults, no use of (y/n), no phonetic spelling of Hobie’s accent, brit written by an European so sue me

I thought I remembered Hobie having dimples in some SCs I saw, but now looking at them I’m not really sure? Let me know what you think. If they’re not dimples, then treat this as a weird headcanon or AU LOL

Pls dont repost anywhere thx ✨️

“You could get a lip piercing,“ Hobie suggested.

“Hm, dunno if I’d like the way it’d interact with yours,“

Hobie arched an eyebrow, “you mean like-“

“I just meant kissing, you weirdo-“ you whispered, as if someone was listening in on your private conversation going on on top of Hobie’s bed. He gave a low chuckle that you felt the tremors of as you cuddled up to him.

“I wouldn’t worry about that. Or- you could get it mirrored to mine, on the other side?“ He traced your lip to show you where he meant. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, with that big grin of his.

“No lip piercings.”

Hobie hummed. “How about dimple piercings?”

“but I don’t got dimples, it would look weird, no..?” you tenderly place your hands on his jaw, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “You have them though. It’s cute.“

He gave you a warm, but teasing smile. “Ah, but I wouldn’t dare get those piercings, lest I cover them up from your enjoyment, ey?”

You gave him a light slap on the cheek, which earned you a hearty laugh.

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Believe it or not, this is like the first fic I've finished since I was like 14 years old or something. I have a tendency to not finish any of my fics because I just keep thinking up agonising slow burners, lol. I think I might even finish up another fic I started while commuting home today?? Crazy right? I just whipped this up in the meantime because I thought of it when I came home, and I didn't want to lose it.

ANYWAYS. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. Like I said, it's been so long since I've finished something, I haven't even posted what I've been writing for years now. Maybe some encouragement can fix whatevers wrong with me writers wise lmao

[alj4890]

Something New

(Maxwell Beaumont x MC) in a Choices The Royal Romance Drabble

January 2025 prompts: New Relationships

Masterlist

A/N I know it's been a really long time since I last posted. My husband's cancer and surgeries have taken center stage these last few months and now that he's been deemed cancer free, I felt inspired to write something. Plus, yesterday was our wedding anniversary, so writing something a little bit sweet and romantic was a must, LOL. Taking this from Book 2 at the homecoming ball.

Also for @twinkleallnight I know it's been a while for any Royal Romance fics from me. Hope you enjoy this one.

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The Cordonian Palace grounds...

Something new was on the horizon. Riley could feel it thrumming along with her nerves that were on edge. She was simply waiting on that one last little something to show her what course to take.

Glancing to her left, she saw the handsome man walking beside her. She took in his lean muscular form dressed in his typical black dress shirt and charcoal gray pants and jacket. Eschewing a tie, he left the first few buttons unbuttoned to give a more fun, relaxed appearance.

Her eyes lifted to his profile. For once his easy going smile was not on display. An unusually somber expression graced his face. Those ocean colored eyes of his were focused ahead of the cobblestoned path they were walking.

Unsure of what to do next, Riley cleared her throat to break the silence.

"So?" She tentatively asked. "Where are we going?"

Maxwell shrugged. "Dunno. Never really have a set path whenever I take a walk around the palace. Just go wherever the whim takes me."

Riley snorted on a laugh.

Maxwell's dimpled grin popped up at that unladylike sound.

"I think going wherever the whim takes you describes you and me pretty well."

He tilted his head while considering that and nodded, smiling even more. "I guess it does."

"I know it does." She declared, beginning to tick off the evidence on her fingers. "One: I go out with you, Liam, and Drake after being your waitress."

"And Tariq," he reminded her.

Her nose wrinkled. "Yeah, but he wasn't as much fun as you three so he doesn't count."

"Understood." Maxwell replied.

Riley then continued. "Two: I agree without any thought to your proposal to come to Cordonia to be the Beaumont's suitor for Liam." She stopped him once they reached a fountain in the side courtyard. "For the record, I only agreed to it because I wanted to get to know you better."

Maxwell's eyes widened. "You did what?"

Riley huffed, tossing back the few strawberry blonde tresses that had escaped her clip out of her face.

"You were the only reason I began this wild journey." She admitted.

Color rose up her neck, engulfing her face in what she not so fondly deemed her, "tomatoe paste complexion".

She knew the time had come to admit everything to Maxwell if this was truly the beginning of them being together.

After refusing Liam's proposal, she'd only had a brief chance to talk about her feelings to Maxwell before they succumbed to temptation and basically just made out on the hotel's rooftop. Not that she was complaining, but she had intended to go into more depth about her feelings for him.

The last thing she wanted to do was to make him think he had not been her first choice from the very beginning.

"It was always you, Max." She told him. "I only agreed to be Liam's suitor to help you and Bertrand. Plus, I knew it'd give me a chance to see if what I felt for you was just a crush or maybe something more."

Clutching the folds of her white skirt, she kept her eyes upon his face watching as shock gave into rueful joy.

Rubbing the back of his neck, his lips parted, then he sighed.

"I uh, I invited you because I felt the same way." He admitted.

"What?!" Riley practically screeched.

Laughing, he shrugged. "I couldn't help but fall for you." He gestured towards her. "You're fun, sweet, and sexy as hell. What's not to love?"

"Oh my gosh." She placed her hands upon her hips. "Are you telling me that we are both this dumb to let all these months go by without ever saying a word?"

"Pretty much." Maxwell snorted. "God, we're idiots."

"The biggest in the world." She mumbled. "Now what do we do?"

"Whatever we want." He grasped her hand and tugged her closer to the fountain.

"I could live with that." She decided. "As long as you hopefully want what I want."

"What do you want, Riley?"

Straightening her posture, she took both his hands in hers. "I want you, Maxwell Percival Beaumont. I want you to continue to be my best friend. I want you to take that huge step and become my love. I want everything that comes with that new relationship while sprinkling in all we have with our old one. I want to be with you and only you for as long as you want me to."

She was fairly certain her face would remain beet red for the rest of her life. She couldn't remember ever saying this much feelings wise to any other guy she'd been in a relationship with. Granted, none of the others had come remotely close to being a Maxwell Beaumont type.

Silence fell between them making her want to squirm and find some hidden nook to crawl into until her embarrassment killed her.

Maxwell tried to speak. He had a huge speech ready to give her, telling her all that he'd kept carefully hidden all these months just in case she only saw him as a friend. Granted all the signs had been there that she liked him more than that. Always hanging out with him, dancing mostly with him, sneaking into his tent, etc., rose to his mind that his feelings definitely hadn't been one sided.

But now, he couldn't get the words out that he was madly, head over heels, probably always had been, from the moment they met, in love with Ms. Riley Brooks of New York.

He picked her up and swung her around in his arms. Her startled squeal turned into laughter as the world went by in a blur.

Once her toes touched the ground, his lips ensnared hers in a passionate kiss.

He held her close as he savored the taste and sensations only she could give with those lips of hers.

When the kiss ended, he stared into her spring green eyes and grinned.

"I want all that too Riley." A hint of bashfulness appeared in his vulnerable gaze. "I always have. I just hope I don't screw this up."

She cupped his cheek, feeling the weight of the world slide off her shoulders in the very words she had so desperately longed to hear.

"Listen to me." She said softly. "There is no way, in any possible universe where there is another Riley and Maxwell, that you could ever mess up what we have."

She gave him a playful shake. "We're the dynamic duo who win every single time!"

He swopped down and kissed her once more.

"Got it?" She asked a touch breathlessly.

"Got it."

Maxwell cuddled her close and simply held her as they looked at the fountain.

"This is our beginning." He said with nothing but absolute joy.

"Yes," she teased, "and it's about time."

[dontspillthefrijoles43]

Can I take care of you? (Drabble #2)

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Nothing major, just fluff and self care, haircare, Attempted use of he/they pronouns( writing practice)

(A/N: Thought of this after rush of finales week- 0 stars would not recommend exams. But just the thought of hair care, plus this semi alt canon/canon complaint with Leo character design, and boom this comes along.

Btw the pictures are all from pintrest, I edited the last one bc i don’t know how old it is and I want to respect op privacy. It is one of my references for Leo character design. I am inconsistent with a face claim.

Anyways, I'm still editing the new chapter before I post, hoping to get it out soon asp. Hope you all enjoy this small fic.)

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“Can I do your hair?” The question comes out of nowhere.

Leo paused mid-way through equations he had been scribbling, for the past hour. Maybe if Annabeth had considered a little bit of realistic psychics instead of complex design, but that’s beside the point.

He considers. Trying to understand. What’s wrong with his hair? Why is she asking? I mean it’s been a couple of days or two since they sat down and did a routine. 

“Umn…I dunno Cariño. I mean I just got this last equation. If I lose track I could…” They start, but can see her face shift. A mild annoyance. Is she mad at him? His lips thinned a bit. “I mean, I don't know if you want to get through all the frizz and tangles. Plus I have a bit of a tender scalp and all. And I know I’m not real good with sitting still—“

“Hey,” Breisa interrupts with a small breath, holding onto his swivel chair. Trying to break through his word stream. “I’m only asking if you want to. You don’t have to.” She’s holding his jaw, stroking his cheek gently with her thumbs.

“Ya se.” He smiles a bit. Still feeling a bit guilty. “I just…it’s so much time to spend on me. Plus working and all that. Do you really want to deal with me?”

She stops stroking his cheek, “Nada de eso.” She lets them meet her gaze. “You think too much about it. I’m not offering so I can deal with you. I’m offering because I want to.”

Breisa kissed his forehead, “Besides, Amorcito. I think you need a break.” She emphasized—looking at the stack of design sketches, blueprints scatter with equations, and trinkets half built with smudges of oil. 

Leo blinked owlishly. Looking at the mess on his desk. Then back at her.

He shrugged with a small sigh, “Meh. Why not?“

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“Cariño, tell me again. Why are there so many products?” Leo asked as she wrapped a towel around his neck. 

She scoffed out a playful laugh,“¿Has visto tus rizos?”She plucked a hanging strand from his forehead. “I’m gonna need prayer, coconut oil, and anything I can find to handle these.” 

Leo pouted, “It ain’t that bad.”

“How many times of day do you condition? Comb? And how do you deal with buildup?” She tested the water a bit to make sure it was warm. 

Their  silence was an answer. 

“Que pensé.” Breisa teased softly, taping his shoulder so he knew to lean his head back into the bathroom tub. “Good temperature?” 

Leo felt the warm water run through his scalp, his body still— debating whether or not it was sensory overload. It was not. “Good.” 

“Mind if I?” Breisa hovered her hands over his hair. 

Leo nodded, “Go ahead.”

She let her fingers sink in his curls. Using the hose, making sure to rinse out the first layer of buildup. 

He jolted a bit, the water giving him a tickling sensation. But his shoulders slowly eased down. 

She massaged his neck and shoulders. Seeing how he almost involuntarily closed his eyes, with a small quirk of his lips. 

She ringed out his hair after a while, scrunching out the heaviness of the moisture. Leaving his hair damp, she reached for the shampoos. 

“What are we feeling, guapo? Strong smell, herbal, or fruit?”

“Herbal.” Leo said quickly. Not at all needy from the lack of her touch. 

Breisa noticed, as always. “Okay.” She said snorting softly. She grabbed the old spice shampoo, making sure it was shampoo. 

Not cause of the countless times she mixed the conditioner with the shampoo, because the bottle looked the same. 

She uncapped, drizzled some in his hair, and began to massage from the base of his neck up. Gently tugging the deep tangles apart. Also trying to lather out enough of the second layer of buildup. 

As she focused on this. Leo was already lost by her movements. The small twitch became a dazed smile. His head tilted to follow the motion of her hands. Their body was completely laxed by her touch. 

He wasn’t even bouncing his leg, or fidgeting with the seat. Just completely in her care. A safe bubble.

As Breisa rinsed out his hair again, she rubbed his cheek affectionately. Lather his curls once more with herbal conditioner. Threading her fingers, while using a good brush to get the knots out. Repeat rinsing through his scalp. And squeezed out the excess water from the strands. 

“Do you have a particular style you want?” She sectioned their hair with the teeth of a comb and clips to separate his curls evenly. 

“Hmn?” They hummed, coming out of his buzz. Like Briesa washed out all the stress from their brain. He noticed her waiting for him to answer. “Oh, well…It’s kind of long huh?  Whaddya think, twists or braids? Maybe Coils? Natural?”

“I could if I had my trimmers.” Breisa considered. “It takes too long with the length. And I know you get angsty when your hair  is being tugged in different directions.”

“Only if you do it wrong, Cariño.” Leo drawled with a sly grin, almost cheeky. “I mean you’ve tugged before, those times  I didn’t really complain—“

“Ay ya!” Breisa swatted his shoulder with the comb,  burning with embarrassment. “I’ll do coils. Okay? Is that fair?” 

“Still gonna pull my hair?”

Another swat to their shoulder as they snorted. 

She then made sure each section was held up just right. Before she reached for leave in conditioner and cream.

With another hair tool she began to stylize his hair: combing it again, applied conditioner cream mix, twirled it into an even coil, and scrunched a section with a Cotton t-shirt. 

A repeated the process with each section. While managing to massage the back of his neck. Taking a small five minute break every now and then. Cracking her wrist from the process. Giving him extra kisses for being patient. 

 And admiring how his hair was coming along. It started to gain shape. Each scrunch added to the cloud of softness.

Finally she came up to the front section, facing him. Breisa could see the dopey loving grin across his face. Completely enamored with her. 

When she reached for the last few strands that crowned around his head like a halo. She felt his lips touch her wrist. 

“I’m not done you know,” Breisa muttered tenderly.

Leo kissed her wrist again, “M’know.” A few more pecks along her pulse. “Just giving you a pre-thank you.”

She kissed above his head for the hundredth time that day. Fixing the last strand. “Need me to defuse it?”

“No need.” Underneath her fingers his curls began to heat up. 

“Wait.” He stopped warming up like a furnace. 

She grabbed the coconut oil, rubbed it across her fingers and palms. Carefully and intentionally trying to cover as much of his scalp and roots. Just enough so it’s hydrated and healthy for his scalp. “Okay.”

Leo leaned against her shoulder and sighed dreamily as they warmed up. “Keep playing with m’ hair?” 

“Is that my thanks?” Breisa teased. 

He huffed, “You offered?”

She tugged on the tuff below the nape of his neck. “Bed?” 

Leo nodded against her shoulder, with a peck on her neck. 

Breisa giggled, picking him up, and leading him to the twin size comforter. 

She sank into the memory foam mattress, letting him rest his head on her soft middle. He was already a dead man, feeling content and pleasure beyond elysium, omeyocan, and any other version of heaven.

When Leo felt her palm splay on his neck and her fingers ruffled his curls to the fluffiest texture. He melted like butter….No worse he melted with puppy love. The kind they never publicly embarrassed themselves with. That was only for her to see.

Thrummed with affection, he mumbled, “When I’m drowning in stress, you know how to press out all the frizz and wrinkles from my head.”

“You should let me take care of you more often.” Breisa murmured as he looked up at her. She shifted and met his lips with a tender embrace. 

Wordlessly Leo agreed, moving up to her shoulder. Dozing off without a care in the world, just lucky to be in her arms. As Breisa gently combed through his well done coils with her own eyes growing heavy with sleep.

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[justagalwhowrites]

Some insight

Hi Besties!

I hope everyone is having a wonderful week and that life is treating you well! I'm going to stash the rest below the cut because it's just some of me kind of blathering about my life for a bit and how that might impact posting and I feel like it's just awkward and long and I don't want to make anyone feel like they need to read it? I dunno. I love you though!

Hi again! I wanted to let folks know that, because of some big changes in my work life, I might be posting less for a bit.

I'm trying to get my life into balance but it's hard. They've started a new cadence of in person work at my office and I have a long commute (which I didn't really factor in when I got this job 3+ years ago because they said we'd likely only ever be in one day a week at most in the future and now I need to be in the city an hour away at 8:30 a.m. three days a week.) I really should not complain, I know there are plenty of people who work harder jobs for less money that are always in person BUT it's already been a huge hit to my quality of life. Just trying to get through laundry this week is stressing me out. Normally, I do it in the middle of my work day because I can move the wash around between meetings and then put it all away at the end of the day or the next day during lunch. I've now been doing laundry since Monday. I hate it. I'm tired all the time, I'm emotionally exhausted because - while I am a corporate girlie - I work in comms and PR, so there's definitely a certain expectation for attitude and how I present myself. I get home from work and I'm just burnt out and I feel like I have no time. On top of that, I'm getting less quality time with my husband (we used to have lunch together most days during the week since he's fully remote) and my office is very "modern" AKA no privacy, so I don't really feel comfortable writing there, taking away the break time I used to use to put some words down.

I'm hoping that I'll find a groove (or another job that lets me be fully remote) sooner rather than later and I can settle into what life looks like for me now and I'll stop being so drained and just frustrated at the end of the day.

Ultimately, I'm HOPING I can find a posting schedule that works for my two ongoing fics where I publish a chapter of each every week and maybe a drabble or one shot here and there, too? But it may need to be only one chapter a week going up or who knows.

I'm not sure yet. I'm just tired. And I have to get up and do this again in the morning and I'm genuinely dreading it.

But I am working on a few things. I'm hoping I can get something up on Friday and something else this weekend.

I'm sorry for not being more consistent, especially lately but also just in general not keeping pace with where I was at like a year ago when I was writing Lavender and Beskar Doll. I appreciate you still being here.

Love you ❤️ very very much!

[faegoddessog]

28: You’re off the hook.

Ok loves, I've decided to try something to stretch myself creatively with this challenge. I'm gonna dribble my drabble and see if I can tie each theme into an actual story that I'll write day by day! We'll see how it goes! Wish me luck!

Here is my ongoing masterlist of this project.

My other works are here if you are interested!

Check out the fun challenge here by @slowsweetlove . Feel free to jump in too!

WARNINGS: Uncircumcised Fellatio (f)

“Hey, I have a question,” Callum says, red faced as you all resume your normal breathing. “What d’you mean your ‘keepin’ us’.” 

Both he and Austin turn to you expectantly. 

“Um,” you take a big breath, wondering yourself, just what it is that you actually meant,

“I dunno…I like you guys?” you shrug.

“C’mon now, that much is obvious and we’re not letting you off the hook that easy,” says Austin crossing his arms with a sparkle in his eyes. 

“Okay, I guess it means I don’t want this to stop, even though it obviously has to at some point.” Your voice shakes with nerves, “Or maybe it’s a standing invitation to be friends, lovers, both. I just  don't want to lose another ten years,” you look pointedly at Austin.

The room is quiet as you all process the words. 

“Well said,” Austin nods.

“Standing invitation, I like that” says Cal.

“Ok, you’re off the hook then, ” says Austin, wrapping his arms around you, “cuz i’m keeping you too.” 

The look he gives you melts away any trepidation. How he is able to cut right through you with those ocean eyes is a mystery. But there, naked in your kitchen, he sees right to the heart of you. You are forcibly reminded of that one article you read about orgasm and bonding hormones. You want nothing more than to be kept by this man. 

The taste of creamy chocolate on his lips is better than the scotch. 

The warmth of Callum’s  big frame envelopes you as he presses in behind you, nibbling your neck.  

“I may find myself in New York more often,” says Cal in your ear. 

“You know what’s not off the hook?” asks Aus, swiping his thumb across your lips, “this mouth. I want to see it wrapped around this.” 

Austin tugs gently, Callum moans. 

You turn, following his hand to behind your back where Cal’s big cock is resting in his grasp. 

There is something about Austin’s demand, his authority over both you and Cal that makes you want to drop to your knees, no questions asked. 

The pie is pushed to the side and you are lifted up on the counter. A pillow from the couch magically appears for your head as you are pushed to lie back, legs dangling off the end of the bar. 

Callum’s face is on a level with yours as he squats to kiss you. His lips are soft on yours. He pushes your hair back from your face, then stands. 

He’s not fully hard, but his cock is the perfect height for you to turn your head and brush your lips across his skin. He softly feeds you his tip You take him into your mouth, easier right now, you suspect than at full mast. His skin is soft against your tongue. You keep your suction soft and your tongue busy, rimming his foreskin with the tip of your tongue. 

“Oh god hunny, just like that,” he moans.

Second by second, you feel the sensitive flesh firm and start to fill your mouth. 

You hear the scrape of a chair on the floor and feel hands wrap around the back of your upper thighs.  

“Hang on Cal,” you hear Austin say.

Cal pulls out of your mouth. You squeal as Austin tugs your ass to the edge. Clearly he has more in mind than to just watch. 

“Go on,” he nods with a wicked grin, “don’t mind me.” He sits on the chair and pulls your legs 

“Yeah, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted,” Callum’s smile is infectious. 

You turn your head and quickly realize that his now hard cock won’t totally fit in your mouth. 

Apparently Callum is not only a shower, but a grower as well. And fuck it’s hot. 

“It’s ok, take what you can,” he says, “the naked tip is real sensitive.” 

You hold him in your hand as best you can at this angle, pulling back his foreskin and licking his exposed head. He groans as you run your tongue under his rim and suck gently. Your hand works up and down his length, in concert as you cradle his head on the curve of your tongue. Suck, release, suck release. 

Meanwhile,  Austin sits in the chair, propping your feet on his wide legs. He does nothing at first. He just watches your mouth work his friend's cock, knowing too well the way your tongue feels.  

“Oh that’s hot to watch,” his voice barely a rumble in his throat. You wonder if he wants to join you. You are about to  pull away and offer him Callum’s cock when your knees are pulled apart and fingers drift lazily up your inner thighs. 

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