#Minawrites

[thumblemina]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ content warnings: 18+ smut, mdni, fem! reader, fïngering, dirty talk, praise

✧˚ · . word count: 940

even if he can warp time and space at the snap of his fingers, silence and SATORU GOJO are never in the same room for long.

it’s when you’re tucked under his arm, nestled on the couch, and your eyes have been following the same line in your book again and again. he’s aimlessly scrolling on his phone next to you, and even though his eyes are blocked by those solid, round glasses, you know that it’s worse that he’s probably not even doing it on purpose. he’s completely eviscerated any attention span you could have and he doesn’t even know.

it’s effortless in the way most things are with him.

so you narrow your eyes on the words once again, forcefully shifting from letter to letter, and you’re almost two sentences in before he does it again.

he swallows.

and it's ridiculous. it’s obscene how something so simple as a swallow immediately shuts down any working faculty in your mind. you feel it. it echoes in your own body, down your own spine, between your clenched thighs.

something about the way that your head is so close to the column of his throat, your head rising and falling softly with his breath, that godforsaken swallow is ringing in your ears. the sound of him drawing the spit to the back of his throat, pushing it down, releasing that hot little breath. you’re almost panting. he’s not even trying and it’s irrationally pornographic.

and when you glance up, feeling your chest tighten, he reacts to your movement. but he just smiles, presses a kiss to your forehead, unknowing. you swallow your own spit, but it’s not the same.

saliva pools in your mouth and you want him to swallow it for you.

and it’s also when you’re standing by the kitchen counter, whisking together morning eggs in a small bowl with your chopsticks. gojo’s padding in behind you, but it’s not his footsteps that draw you away. his movements are silent, trained. it’s the fucking humming.

and it’s the way that it’s low, almost a touch rough, still saturated with the sleep he’s just woken up from. it rumbles in the base of his throat. something masculine you can’t describe. it’s not anything specific, but it’s fucking indecent.

even with your back turned, something about the sound feels like it’s crawling over your skin, heating your cheeks, completely unravelling any sanity you ever thought you had.

after being with him for so long, the one thing you’ve learned is that in may actually be impossible for gojo to be quiet.

which is why it’s no surprise that when he’s got you pressed up against the headboard, folded with your shins resting against his chest, he can’t keep his fucking mouth shut.

“fuck, you hear that, baby?” he asks, as if you could even comprehend anything else. he’s bullying two of his thick fingers into you, bright blue eyes intently following them right between your folds in a way that makes you squirm. “you’re so loud for me, and just for me, right? you’re such a fucking mess already.”

a whine builds in your throat, and you all you can muster is a pathetic nod. he’s curling his fingers so deep inside of you, pressing into places you can never reach, and the lewd noises he’s creating between your thighs only flusters you more. your face burns as you hear the wet slick against his skin. and as if it wasn’t enough, he pulls back, and a thick glob of spit travels from his kiss-bitten lips to your clit.

you almost scream.

“what was that, baby? speak up, i need to hear you.”

you can barely catch your breath when he smirks down at you, and then plunges his fingers deeper again. it all feels so impossible, tight and stretched and insane, you’re scrambling to catch a grip on the bedsheets.

“‘toru, i, i- nngh,” you babble, mind delirious, eyes squeezing shut. he brushes against that spongy spot he’s always so good at finding, and you keen.

everything in the room, his mocking laugh, your soaked thighs, your sharp gasps - it’s deafening.

“i know, baby, i know,” he whispers, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “you’re taking it so good, yeah? you’re being such a good girl for me.”

his thumb brushes over your clit, and stars burst behind your eyes. a desperate noise you’d never admit to, garbled and pathetic, leaves your mouth as you reach to pull him closer. you’re throbbing now.

“oh, is that good, baby? more of that?”

when you open your eyes, you’re almost knocked out at the sight of him leaning down over you, white locks falling into those illegally blue eyes. his pupils are blown out. you shiver.

you open your mouth, but as soon as you do, he curls those sinful fingers again and all you can get out is a choked moan. instead, you nod, trying to chase both the swelling, building feeling and his touch.

“c’mon, use your words,” he teases, and his grin only widens when you try to shoot him a pouty look. “only obedient girls get to cum, so you’ll use that pretty voice for me, yeah?”

the pad of his thumb is pressing down, circling your clit, and you gasp. “nngh, please - ‘toru please, more, i need more-”

in reward, gojo leans in and captures your mouth with his own, sloppy in the way that he licks past your lips. you sob in relief, returning back with just as much fervor as his hand picks up the pace. and then it’s just white, and then it's just him.

and you’d listen for a lifetime.

╰┈➤ a/n: can someone pls humour me and say that they’ve also felt turned on by hearing someone literally just swallow before and i’m not a freak (for that specifically at least) thank you (also as my first time posting T/T pls be nice)

[theaologies]

We’ll Continue (to be disappointed) [fic]

Fandom: Dragon Age Ship: Solavellan (implied) Rating: Gen Summary: Charter delivers some news Wordcount: ~1700 Notes: I haven’t written anything in... so long... god. A drabble, some character introspection mostly Read on Ao3

HEAVY SPOILERS for TEVINTER NIGHTS

“Is that all?” Cassandra asks, dropping the bundle of papers that has occupied her hands for the past hour or so on the small, stained wood table their little group stands around.

The basement they find themselves gathered in this time is small and damp, the scent of fish drifting in from the port outside mixing none too sweetly with old ale that has spilled through the floorboards of the tavern above. The cramped space barely fits the four women with their table, which tilts precariously whenever something heavier than a dagger is placed upon it, and Leliana has joked more than once that if Cullen had joined them he and his pauldrons would have had to play door for them.

But this isn't a matter to disturb Cullen with. Not while he's enjoying his retirement and time with his family.

No, this little party is made up only of those absolutely necessary; Cassandra, Leliana, Lavellan, and Charter.

Charter, who is the one who retrieved this information for them.

The Elven woman nods as she watches Cassandra drop her notes, folding her arms across her chest. “That is all, yes. And since I was the only one spared we won't have to concern ourselves with cleaning up loose ends.”

Cassandra sighs, frustration evident in her voice. “I suppose you're right.” She nods, rubbing at her chin, “though I admit my confusion at your survival- he'd kill all those others in attendance, yet not you? Just because you... asked?”

“I had done nothing to wrong him,” Charter tells her, leaning over to gather the papers up once more. “The others had lied or slandered him or posed some kind of risk. I merely sought out information- and it was information he was willing to share.”

“He doesn't want to kill Elves,” Lavellan supplies, finally speaking up for the first time since their meeting began, “he will if he absolutely must, but Solas is... trying not to kill other Elves. He's still trying to recruit them into his army.” She glances up at the other Elf, violet eyes both hard and exhausted at the same time, “you said it yourself- he asked you to join. And it probably would have looked worse for him had you not returned.”

“He wants us to know he can be anywhere at anytime,” Leliana says, “even though we've officially disbanded he knows we're still working against him- he wants us to know just how big of a threat he, personally, is to us. Any of us. All of us.” The Divine, cloaked in a simple disguise, spreads a hand out over the small map of Tevinter tacked down on the table, looking over it dutifully. “We'll have to be more careful from now on- well, even more so than we have been.” She sighs, a frown etched across her lips, “I'm afraid our infrequent meetings will have to become... even more infrequent. And those of us who are traveling will have to do more to cover our tracks. It will be difficult but we can't afford to get lazy now- or ever.” Nimble fingers pluck at the tacks, carefully rolling the map back up before depositing it in a tiny canister. As she straightens she eyes both Charter and Lavellan, “I'm sorry to say, but that means being more careful around other Elves, as well- if he'd go so far as to attempt to recruit a known spymaster-”

“No, you're right,” Lavellan agrees quickly, though she doesn't meet her eye, “anyone could be one of his agents, at this point. There's no telling. Caution must be taken, especially with those Elves coming out of Tevinter.”

Leliana gives a single nod, seemingly pleased with her understanding. “Yes, exactly. We cannot, at the moment, take any unnecessary risks. Now-” her eyes sweep over the other women as she tugs at the hood of her cloak, ensuring her hair is completely covered, “I'm afraid I must take my leave. Cassandra and I must be present later tonight at the Viscount's banquet- there had to be some excuse for use to travel all the way to Kirkwall, after all.”

Cassandra makes a disgusted noise from the space by the door as she dons her own cloak. “Politics.”

“Now, now, Cassandra,” Leliana chides playfully, a smirk replacing her serious expression, “I'm sure Varric won't make it too unbearable for you. Perhaps our dear friend will even give you the next copy of his book.”

The dark haired woman rolls her eyes, turning toward the door quickly to hide the blush that creeps its way up her neck.

“Charter, if you wouldn't mind passing this information to Harding when you have the chance?” Leliana requests, “she'll need to know the details of this meeting in depth and what to keep an eye out for in the future.”

“Of course, My Lady,” Charter agrees, tucking the papers away into a leather pouch hidden inside her vest, “I will get this to her as soon as possible.”

“Thank you,” Leliana says, then turns to Lavellan, “I'm sorry you can't join us tonight,” she tells her sympathetically, “If there were a way-”

But Lavellan just lifts her hand to stop her. “It's fine,” she says, “I spent some time with Varric yesterday- we caught up then. Had lunch. It's no big deal.” She shrugs. “Besides, I'm to start trek toward the Arlathan Forest early tomorrow. Varric gave me information to catch up with one of his and Hawke's friends who's been working on dismantling the slave trade there. Thought I might be some help.”

Leliana doesn't miss the way she fidgets with the hem of her sleeve, though; fingers tugging at the fabric to try to hide the dragonbone contraption Dagna made to replace her missing arm. “You had said before,” the redhead starts carefully, “that you were considering stopping by Wycome on your way. Do you still-”

“I might,” she cuts her off again, still not looking her in the eye, “I haven't decided yet. I know reports have said that some of my Clan might still be out there- but-” she sighs, rolling her shoulders to try to stave off the shudder that threatens to run through her, “I just don't think it would matter if I went back. I doubt they'd want me back, after everything. If they even recognized me at all.”

Cassandra turns back to look at the Elven woman, a soft pity in her eyes, “Inqui-”

“Don't,” Lavellan says quickly, sharply, then deflates, letting the sudden anger rush out of her. “I'm not the Inquisitor anymore, Cassandra,” she tells her with a wavering smile, “let's not pretend I still am.”

The other woman frowns, though instead of her usual frustration it's one of sympathy. “Yes, of course.” She agrees softly, “I- just know- if there's anything you need-”

Lavellan nods, looking up at the human women, a fake smile plastered across her face. “I know, and thank you. But I'm fine. I'll be fine. Truly.”

There's a pause. Lavellan returns to her subconscious fidgeting. Leliana chooses not to say anything of it. “Very well,” The Divine relents, moving to join Cassandra at the door. “We'll be seeing you, then. Just be sure to keep in touch, wherever it is you end up. I've never met Fenris personally but I know he can be... a bit touchy, as Varric's said. And perhaps... don't mention your mage sympathies.” She then looks over toward Charter, giving her associate a nod. “And you know where your duties take you next?”

“Of course, My Lady. I will continue to inform you of any developments in the Imperium.”

“Thank you. Walk in the Maker's Light, both of you.” She tells them, and then follows Cassandra out the door, the dark haired woman giving a nod in farewell to both of them.

The door shuts with a click, leaving the two Elves alone together.

An awkward silence blankets the room as they wait until they are clear to leave. Lavellan has no idea if Charter is one for small talk- they never were more than acquaintances during their time with the Inquisition- but where Lavellan used to be, she's found she hasn't had the spirit to summon the casual lightheartedness that had been so central to her demeanor all her life.

At least not for the past year and a half.

So she lets the silence be. For about an hour the two Elven women simply sit in silence; Lavellan finding a discarded crate and fiddling with the more mechanical components of her arm while Charter perches on the table itself, pouring over a small, well worn notebook. Once, Lavellan briefly catches her sleeve in a joint and curses under her breath, waving Charter off when she looks up in question. It proves to be the extent of their interaction.

At least, until right before Lavellan rises to leave.

“Wait,” Charter stops her, just as she goes to tug her hood over her head. A scarred brow quirks in the spy's direction, watching as she tears a leaf of paper from the little notebook. She looks at it for a brief moment, as though second guessing herself, before holding it out for Lavellan to take. “I don't know that Leliana would... approve of me giving you this information,” she says as the other woman carefully takes it from her, “but for him to have said it...” she hums softly, tucking away the notebook, “he allowed me my life. Delivering it to you- it's a debt paid.”

Lavellan wills her hand not to shake as she looks down at the parchment, a sudden weakness trembling in the pit of her stomach.

“When you report back to the Inquisitor... Say that I am sorry.”

“For all that it's worth,” Charter continues, moving to stand, “it did sound like he meant it.”

There's the silence once again as Lavellan's eyes stayed glued to the page, that weakness trying to decide whether to manifest itself as sadness or anger. It's such a shock, for him to address anything directly towards her after all this time, that when if finally hits her throat it culminates as neither- a tiny, humorless chuckle escapes her mouth instead. “A teahouse.” Is all she can bring herself to say; just a whisper of the word, with an almost unwilling fondness trapped behind her teeth.

Charter smiles- just a little, with just a hint of pity- and lightly claps Lavellan on the shoulder as she slips past her and out the door, disappearing into the quickly setting sun.

[homesteadchronicles]

OC Theme Song Tag Game

Hello, o’ glorious writeblr community!

While I rarely have time to fill out lengthy tag games, I wanted to throw my hat in the ring and design a game that can take as little time or as long as you’d like!

Rules: Come up with the name of your OC’s theme song(s), were they to appear in a movie/show/game/etc. and tag one person per OC included! Musically-inclined participants can include how the songs would sound, such as what instruments or vocal parts would be included, but this is not required.

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Royan Godewine: “A Path Premade” Oeden Sincairn: “Apocalypse Unshackled” Sigurd Godewine: “Phantom Pain” Isolde Godewine: “Frostbit Lips” Sigrid Godewine: “Birthright Revoked” Eirys Godewine: “Blind Eyes Can Still See Sin” The Theophany: “Ex Cathedra (Exalted Incarnation)”

Jerial: “Dance for the Damned” Farukh: “Smile, You’re a Rebel” Esmaire: “Desire is a Sold-Out Dream”

Carmila Ramos: “Love Speaks (But Money Preaches)” Cesar Ramos: “A Future Reforged” Emerico Castillion: “The Sun Still Shines (At Least on the Other Side)” Jacinta: “Three Shots, Two Swords, One Sail, No Soul” The Ambassador: “Currency of Niceties” Banker of Evelis: “Keep the Change”

Kasumi: “Darkness Unmasked” Yesenia: “Blood of the Beast (It’s a Feast for Me)”

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Tagging: @ardawyn, @ratracechronicler, @incandescent-creativity, @lynnafred, @alittleyellowdinosaur, @perringwrites, @minawrites, @jewellsfrommaruss, @hannahs-creations, @writingamongthecoloredroses, @myhusbandsasemni, @cogesque, @fatal-blow​, @odysseywritings​, @lady-redshield-writes​, @paladin-andric​, @quilloftheclouds​, @songsofaleria​

[ao3feed-karabita]

Monsters Lurk

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by Bunnini, MinaWrites

“They say there’s a disease going around,” The TV drones, the quote suddenly catching everyone's attention. “It seems lots of people have been disappearing lately while others have been seen speaking of monsters. We have yet to see any footage or pictures, but something serious may be going on. Please stay indoors until we get more information- stay safe!”

The news clicks off.

Words: 1222, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: おそ松さん | Osomatsu-san (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Matsuno Osomatsu, Matsuno Karamatsu, Matsuno Choromatsu, Matsuno Ichimatsu, Matsuno Jyushimatsu, Matsuno Todomatsu, Yowai Totoko, Hashimoto Nyaa, Iyami (Osomatsu), Chibita (Osomatsu), Homura (Osomatsu), Dayon (Osomatsu), Dekapan (Osomatsu), Hatabou (Osomatsu), Matsuno Matsuyo, Matsuno Matsuzo

Relationships: Iyami/Matsuno Osomatsu, Matsuno Choromatsu/Yowai Totoko, Chibita/Matsuno Karamatsu, Homura/Matsuno Jyushimatsu, Dayon/Dekapan

Additional Tags: Monsters, Apocalypse, Minor Character Death, Character Death, Gay

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2HtQGPA

[terramina]

Base so deep My voice shakes Lights flash Wash away colours. Sounds press against My skin Heat bleeding Into me. Heart just Dancing to the beat. This drink Makes my skin Feel tight. Take me home Tonight.

Dance in the Dark - minanoe