#he looks so good *chefs kiss* 🤌

[xazse]

Ahhhh I loved your reader hybrid works, literal chefs kiss 😩🤌 can you pls pls pls do a bunny! Reader x Suguru and Satoru

You can’t!

Synopsis: Poor Bunnygirl and puppyboySatoru are experiencing the worst heats ever, good thing their owner Suguru is there to take care of them.

Notes: Hi I decided to bring in our Puppy!BoySatoru if you don’t like it just let me know and I’ll revise this entire thing for you!!

Pairings: Puppy!HybridSatoru x Bunny!GirlReader x Suguru

Warnings: Hybrid!Reader + smut + humping + Hybrid!Satoru + drooling + licking + penetration + lots of cum very nasty + Suguru is a good owner + collars

Suguru is exhausted when he read online that getting a hybrid would take a lot of work they weren’t lying especially Bunnygirls and Puppy!Boys.

He thought he would be ready and prepared, it should be a walk in the park! Of course bumps and falls would occur but with someone as patient as Suguru everything will turn out fine.

A year in everything was so fucking perfect, You and Satoru listened so well he really lucked out with the two of you. Most people would complain on online forums that handling was the hardest thing.

The issues started arising when you and Satoru started getting needy, you were kinda independent before but now you both are always on or under Suguru, you both felt the need to always have your hands on him, roaming his body and even touching each other. More issues started to come when it felt like you and him were so feverish and always sore.

A quick google search brought Suguru to the page of hybrid heats. It happens often and can be unpredictable, it’s slapped in his face and he isn’t sure what to do

“Please-Suguru hurts so bad..”

He surely wasn’t expecting to walk into the scene he’s seeing right now, Satoru laid on his back with you atop him, tears are brimming in both your lashes it looks like you two have been crying and whining for the longest time.

You’re in nothing but panties and a thin tank top with him sporting just his underwear. Satoru’s cock is fully hard pressed agains’t your cunt so snugly and he’s already made a mess: his cum seeping through.

It looks like this is what you two have been doing for all this time, just grinding against each other. He feels terrible, he hadn’t taken the time to fully explain what would be happening to your bodies.

He makes his way over to his dumb pets and you both follow so obediently, leaving each others arms to fully envelope in his. Satoru starts licking and sucking on his neck, he isn’t shy to rub his cock so blatantly, smearing his thick load even more.

He needs to teach his hybrids how to pleasure themselves whilst he isn’t here, he stops Satoru from his suckling. He gently has you lay down admiring just how cute you look, your ears are standing at full attention but your hazy eyes aren’t all there.

He pulls off your sticky panties, a clear line of your cum visible when they’re discarded.

He’s met with an even messier sight when admiring your pussy, your folds are glistening as well as his fingers when he teases your little clit.

Suguru positions Satoru in front of your spread legs, he isn’t sure what to do with himself besides following Suguru’s every direction.

Suguru dips his fingers in your cunt again, guiding them to Satoru’s mouth he has him suck them clean.

Satoru absolutely loves the taste of you, he groans so lewdly as he’s lapping up what’s left of your essence.

When he finishes that up Suguru grabs Satoru’s leaky cock with a rough grip and taps it a few times on your soddened clit, this elicits a few moans out of the both of you. It feels so good already, and yet Suguru can’t wait to show you both just how good cumming feels.

He guides Satoru’s hips pushing his sensitive pink tip past your tight entrance.

“Ahh..ngh…”

The whimpering starts, poor puppy Satoru’s brain can’t comprehend this feeling, he knows the pleasure part of his brain is needing more but his body wants to pull away at the same time, he’s scared at how wet and hot it feels. He isn’t telling Suguru to stop so he continues.

His bunny isn’t fairing any better, you’re gripping the pillows for dear life as a fat cock, something foreign pushes inside of you for the first time.

Suguru sets a slow nice pace, hands still on Satoru’s hips guiding him inside of your wet cavern and out again and again. He’s doing all the work but he doesn’t mind one bit.

Suguru pauses working Gojo into you and lets him feel you, for real this time. Your walls are twitching and clamping down on him so hard.

He slides down into the crook of your neck and cries right there, it’s such a sad sight but so arousing at the same time.

“Cmon Toru, gotta make bunny feel good too.”

Satoru listens and begins licking your sensitive neck, he knows that’s a weak spot of yours, always triggering it when he’s roughhousing with you. His hips begin speeding up, the wet sounds of your cum mixing together and being slammed against one another is loud and bounces off the walls.

You cry out loud letting Suguru know that you feel weird, your tummy feels weird and it’s hurting. He reassures you and says to just let it go.

Suguru teases and grabs Satoru’s balls, head diving into his first load of the afternoon, it’s a good bit of cum he produces, Suguru is going to spend a good hour cleaning the both of you up!

[mrsparrasblog]

So, hi hello, hope you're having a nice day!

Recently i stumbled upon your COD links and oh god they're good, the inscriptions, the choice, the inclusion, straight up chef's kiss🤌

And so i just wanted to ask if you could add some more of mxm videos, since aside from you i haven't seen anyone else do those. It's really up to you, but if you do, you will make at least one lil gay happy :)

That's all I wanted to say, take care <3

Hey thank you that means alot 🩷

Well you inspired me to have a PT 3 porn links

I tried to add some mxm , wxw and also mxw

Ghost the second you two get back from the mission

If you ask Simon how his girlfriend looks

Adding ghost on Snapchat

Getting breaded by Simon

Biker Simon uses you (mxm)

Johnny finally having his Lt (mxm)

Johnny and his bunny

Johnny has a mask kink and it certainly didn't result from Simon mxm

Soap doesn't know soft sex

Kyle and his good boy mxm

Morning sex with Kyle (mxm)

Kyle was always good at sharing

The cap stays on

First time with Kyle

Stress relief for your captain (Mxm)

Step dad price teaches you how to masturbate

Price loves to eat his wife out

How he fucks you when he doesn't love you

Bonus :

We've seen simonxjohnnyx you but what about Johnny X price X you (wxmxm)

Valeria getting down on you after your husband Alejandro can't make you cum (wxw)

Teen Kate X her wife (wxw)

He looks like Alejandro lol

[salfishersface]

Hello! I love your writing. I'm obsessed!! Chefs kiss 🤌❤️Would it be okay to request a Sal Fisher x Reader lemon where he is low key sadistic? (Degrading, punishment, etc). If not, I understand completely!

I hope you have a wonderful day/night 💙

Sadistic || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - Sal can be a little sadistic in the bedroom, but only for you.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Notes - Thank you so much! I hope this is something along the lines of what you were looking for!!

Word Count - 0.7k.

{Caffeinate Me}

“You like that? Hmm?” Sal asked as he fucked into you harshly. He wasn’t exactly being the caring, gentle boyfriend you knew him to be right now, but you liked it. A sharp smack against your arse wrecked a sharp cry from your lips. “Answer me you whore!” 

“Yes!” You cried loudly, hands bunching up in the sheets below you. 

“Such a good fucking slut for me,” Sal growled as he slapped your arse again. He was taking you from behind right now, one hand gripping tightly onto your hip that there would no doubt be a bruise later and the other one at his side, occasionally spanking you. Without warning, his hand flew to your hair, grabbing at it and yanking your head back harshly. 

“Sal!” You whimpered, gritting your teeth in pain. 

“What?” He snapped. 

“‘T hurts!”

“Good.” His words brought tears to your eyes, but they were tears of pleasure. Sal pushed your face into the pillow in front of you and you let out a loud scream as his pace sped up to something brutal. Both hands were now grasping your hips desperately like you might try to run away if he let go of you. “Not being mouthy are you now, slut?” You shook your head, but this wasn’t satisfactory. “Say something!” He barked at you.  

“No,” you whimpered. 

“You know what happens to girls that are mouthy?” He bent down to whisper into your ear. “They get punished.” 

“I’ve been good!” You tried to sound confident, but your voice wavered as Sal just laughed at you. 

“No you haven’t, baby,” he cooed, biting your lobe harshly. You felt his scarred lips skim over the tip of your ear before he pulled away and continued his movements, deep and painful inside of you. “You’re never a good girl for me. Always talking back and teasing me, well, this is what you get for being such a bad girl.” You wanted to argue with him. Wanted to tell him that you didn’t do that at all, but then again, that would be doing exactly that. Instead you just lay there, face buried into the pillow with your arse in the air, whimpering and crying as Sal pounded into you relentlessly. “You’re such a good fuck toy,” he groaned, head lolling back as he slowed down his movements before pulling out of you completely. 

“Sal?” You asked, bringing your head up to turn around and look at him. 

“Face down bitch,” he snapped, his hand flying to your hair to rectify your mistake. You whimpered sinfully as Sal inserted two fingers easily inside of your cunt, pumping away at you until you were spraying over the sheets. “There we go. Good fucking girl,” he whispered sweetly, fingers still moving inside of you. 

“Sally please, it’s too much!” You squirmed slightly as Sal continued to move his fingers inside of you, overstimulating your poor, puffy pussy. 

“That’s the punishment baby girl,” he smirked. It was too much that you were beginning to feel lightheaded from the sheer amount of pleasure that you were feeling. “Cum for me again and we’ll see about me feeling up your filthy cunt.” 

“I can’t!” You cried out again, hips jerking. 

“Cum for me slut,” he growled, retracting his fingers before slamming his cock back into you again. The scream that left your lips was erotic, eyes rolling back into your head as you felt yourself cumming for the second time, shamelessly creaming over Sal’s cock. “Fuck yes,” Sal almost whimpered, his cock twitching as your cunt contracted and fluttered around him. “I’m gonna fill you up like the whore you are, m’kay?” It was a question, but the only correct answer was ‘yes please’. You just nodded your head desperately as Sal continued his rapid movements, cock twitching once again as you milked him for all he was worth. Hot, thick ropes of white liquid shot out of his slit and deep inside of you while he moaned your name pathetically, sadistic demeanour slipping as his orgasm rippled through him. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he cursed, hips twitching. 

“Sally,” you whimpered, your entire body shaking from overstimulation. 

When he had finished cumming, he pressed wet kisses to your back as he slipped out of your abused cunt. “You did so well for me baby girl. I’m sorry if I was a bit too much.”

You finally lifted your head off the pillow and smiled weakly at him before shaking your head. “It was perfect.” 

“I love you,” he smiled, pecking your lips softly. 

“I love you too.”

[dadsbongos]

Hi!!! Hope you’re doing well - I just want to take a moment to gush before I ask something, because I’ve really enjoyed your blog since finding it:

1: your writing is SO good I’ve reread your dunmesh fics several times now & just eat them up every reread. I’m stoked you also have funger content & can’t wait to eat those up

2: your blog’s aesthetic is just 🤌🤌 chefs kiss

3: your chilchuck’s wife fic - I’m convinced you are the chilchuck expert you characterized him so well (& the bit in the 3some fic when he choked the reader ? gulp)

OKAY on the with the actual question: I was wondering if you have any chil thoughts for the chilfuckers? Maybe some sfw / nsfw?

thank youuu :] i'm so glad to provide for the dungeon community with both meshi and funger <3 and also extra glad to make the chilchuck people proud, he's my fav lil man

i have so many chilthoughts bc i am a verified chilfucker i need that middle aged man

nsfw chilthoughts 

MEAN mean man

Likes to make his partners huff and whine, especially if they start haughty or mouthy

Facefucking, especially, for the mouthy ones. Wants to shut you up and make you drool

Lately the thought of Chilchuck fist-fucking a bigger race has been making me sweat… like yeah lil man, get up in that thang… I need to write it. Maybe some dwarven wench who keeps mocking Chil, or an ogre that feels its appropriate to pick n lift him up while working

Schrodinger’s breeder kink - sometimes its all he’s thinking about and sometimes the thought is entirely uninteresting

Touched on it a BIT in my body swap fic but i think Chil has a really sensitive neck and likes being held there (maybe not choked, but grabbed and stroked for sure)

Has a secret goon for younger partners but doesn’t like admitting to it, the taboo of it makes him all hot especially since he knows most other races can’t tell. Like a VERY poorly kept secret that could ruin his distinguished reputation

i also have chilchuck fic ideas that i haven’t fleshed out, but thought it’d be a shame if they sat in my ‘puter unseen:

Idea 1: Reader is a young elf, only about 72, and against all odds began dating Chilchuck. On his 30th birthday, it's brought to attention that you’ll be in your 90s when he dies. Leading to a spiral wherein you’re just trying to live in blissful ignorance to your races’ lifespan difference, and Chilchuck assumes you’re mature enough to handle his death, move on, and remember him fondly… lol… anyway. When Chilchuck dies you study how to maintain your own mana without a dungeon and practice minor healing spells until you can do a full revival, which fails on Chil, so you have to turn to dark magic. Basically rewinding his life until he’s the same age as when you two met and he’s upset you brought him back because YOU could get in major trouble and that’s when you confess you didn’t tell anyone when he died bc you knew you’d bring him back -- and you’re a nutcase that keeps doing this every time he dies despite knowing he wants to die peacefully. Omg loving someone so much you need them at all costs even ruining their perception of you… 

Idea 2: Chilchuck helping a 20-ish(+?) y/o half-foot negotiate a contract for themself and he thinks they’re soooooo cute so they get together, and he’s kinda nervous to bring them around cuz you’re crazy young compared to him. Not even a child to speak of GASP. The party doesn’t notice at ALL cuz they have no idea about anything about half-foot aging and customs -- but his daughters look at him sideways lmao

and this is literally not even a full fic idea but i have a note from my chilchuck master doc for you lol

im so normal about him

[zepskies]

The Boys S4: Is it just me or...

Okay, anyone who knows me knows I love this show. And I don't mean to be overly critical, but...there's something missing for me in season 4. 🤔

Episode 4 brought me back in a bit more this week, but I have thoughts and just wanted to get them out. Which of course you don't have to agree with, if you so choose to dive below the cut. 😂

So here we go! Highlights and lowlights (and **spoilers**): ⤵️

Sorry in advance for my slightly stream of conscious-style thought process.

Lowlights (so far):

Kimiko x Frenchie: Violently pushing down something you built up for 2.75 seasons? Because "being more than that/family" can also be romantic? Why do you hate the fans, Kripke? 😂

The political "satire" is getting a bit old for me. A lot of the same jokes over and over. However, the problem of taking out Victoria Neuman is a very intriguing conundrum (and Bob Singer sweating over it while trying to keep supes out of the military/law enforcement is keeping me hooked).

THAT Rob scene: lmfao come on now. This was for gross shock value and nothing else. Even the exploding dick and Love Sausage in S3 served a narrative purpose. (But I enjoyed the footnote commentary while watching it on Prime: Rob B. apparently wants to remind everyone that he's a Shakespearean-trained actor. 🤣) I’m actually more disappointed that he didn’t have a more meaningful role in the show, because he really is a fantastic actor and I was looking forward to seeing what his character would bring. (Not that lmao.)

Overall, the season just feels...emptier than seasons 1-3? Maybe that has to do with the lack of Soldier Boy's gravitas as a new antagonist, and connecting the entire narrative and various conflicts of the season -- all while shedding light on the grisly past of Payback, Grace Mallory, and Stan Edgar. Stormfront also brought that ante up in season 2 in a similar way, all while shedding light on Vought's sordid history with the creation of Compound V.

We're missing the layers here in season 4. Now, this could just be because we haven't seen the full season yet as well, but that's what I see so far.

I think it also has to do with the odd dynamic the boys side is in right now. With Butcher on the fringe of the group, and the others splintered off on their own side plots, it feels like the supes' side of things are more...for lack of a better term, "unified" in the narrative.

Which I realize is probably to reverse parallel the state of each side in season 3. But it just feels "off" to me somehow, since we're supposed to be just as invested in the boys side lol.

Highlights:

Butcher and Ryan: Butcher's doing his best there now, and it soothes my heart.

Ryan's slowly seeing the consequences of his choice to join Homelander. In fact, I'm wondering where Ryan is in episode 4. Hiding in his room?

The Khan Worm that appears to be inside Butcher is both frightening and intriguing. I wonder if this is the key to saving his life? Or just another lovely side effect of taking V24 long term. 🐛

JDM (Joe) and Butcher: All their scenes were golden. And that subtle John Winchester reference? Being willing to train up his son to be a killer? Being able to grieve at his son's funeral, knowing he "saved the world?" *Chef's kiss* 🤌🏽

(And if Butcher or Joe end up being the one to break Soldier Boy out of his cryo coffin, my fangirl heart will freak TF out. 🤣)

The way that Homelander is noticing his age is fucking hilarious. Bet you wish you had that life longevity from your father/sperm donor, dont'cha? 😂

But also the way Homelander "confronted" his past in E4 had some truly WTF/Holy Shit™️ moments, in a good way. As in, I'm once again afraid of this unhinged psychopath--kind of way. 😅

A-Train continuing to struggle internally with the place he's fought so hard to keep in the Seven, versus recognizing the evil around him, his own complicity, wanting forgiveness from Hughie, and wanting a true connection with others (namely his family).

It's interesting that Hughie's mom is being brought back in at this time. And even MORE interesting that she seems to be the one who gave her ex-husband Compound V. Her story of why she left her family seemed so normal that I actually got a little suspicious of her. But now, even more so. 🤨

M.M. doing his fucking best. (Except for the way he suddenly had a change of heart about Butcher in E4. Not sure about that one.)

Tilda effing Swinton voicing Ambrosius. PLEASE. My Queen. 😭🤣🤣

I actually had more lowlights before I watched episode 4. There were some really interesting moments that literally had me gasping in shock (this time in a good way), more so than in the first 3 episodes. However, I still think seasons 1-3 were stronger from the get-go.

But even with my lingering reservations, now I'm actually more so looking forward to getting into the meat of the season in this second-half coming up. 👏🏽

[gh0stsp1d3r]

new to your blog and i have to say every fic is just 🤌🏼 chefs kiss lmao

have a little request !

jj maybank x kook!reader where they’re in a secret relationship and he goes to midsummers with her 🫢

ahhh! welcome!! im so so glad you like my stuff (: <3 i love this request so much

ℳ𝒾𝒹𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂ℯ𝓇𝓈

Masterlist

Your mom swirled the glass in her hand as she laughed with a coworker. She had hosted a dinner party, for all her work friends, and you were hating everything about your life right now.

You internally groaned when one of her coworkers turned to you and began to talk.

“So, uh, y/n, who are you planning on going to midsummers with?” One of them said, flashing a smile at you from across the table.

“Uh, no one… right now.” You lied, giving them a small smile.

“Oh, well, isn’t that perfect? My son- actually doesn’t have a date yet, and me and your mom were just talking about how cute you two would be together! Maybe you’d wanna… meet him?”

Your face fell, but you just gave her a false smile, picking at your food with your fork as you gave her a small nod.

“Wonderful!” She exclaimed, making you bite back a remark and stand up.

“Where are you going?” Your mom asked with a furrowed brow.

“I’m gonna eat in my room. I’m not feeling good.” You told her, picking up the plate and practically running to your room.

You put the plate on your bed, shutting the door and grabbing your phone, immediately opening up JJs contact.

“How would you like to go to midsummers with me?” You asked him, watching the three dots pop up quickly.

“Thought you said that your mom wouldn’t like it.”

You thought about your response for a moment. “I don’t care, Pleaseeeeee?”

“You know damn well I wouldn’t say no to you”

You smiled at that, sighing in relief as you leaned back in your bed and held your phone.

“I know, see you tmr? We can go get you a suit or you can borrow one of my brothers.”

“Sure, and I’ll just borrow your brothers”

“I think I’m gonna go to sleep, goodnight jj.”

“goodnight” he told you, putting his phone down and looking up at the ceiling.

“Who the hells got you smiling like that?” John B asked from the doorway, abruptly stopping.

“Jesus Chr- can’t just sneak up on me like that, dude!” Jj jumped, hiding his phone away as he spoke. John B snickered, laughing as he walked away.

———-

The day of Midsummers, JJ stood at your door, rapping on the door with his headphones hung around his neck, hair disheveled and face surprisingly shaved clean.

He looked around the patio, picking up some decorations he saw, and smiling when he saw a little stone with your name written on it, something you did when you were younger.

“Oh, Jake, she’s just been-“ your mom opened the door, starting to talk before she looked up to see not Jake, but JJ.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she was taken aback at the boy.

“Hello, ma’am.” He said, putting the stone down and looking at your mom. “Is she here?”

She looked him up and down, a slight disgusted look visible. “Sorry, I think you have the wron-“

“JJ!” You shouted, smiling as you stepped down the stairs. His eyes widened at the sight of you, he swears he could feel his heart beating out of its chest.

You smiled and hugged him, pushing your mom and wrapping your arms around him. He smiled, closing his eyes and hugging you back, leaving light kisses on your neck.

“You look…” he started when he pulled away. “Breathtaking.” He spoke, his words making you beam.

“What a romantic.” You teased him. “You look great! I told you it would look good on you, jayj!” You said, putting your hands on his suit jacket and fixing it.

“Thanks. You ready?” He asked you, you nodded and began to turn before your mom spoke up.

“Wait, you’re going to midsummers… with him?” Your mom interrupted the moment, making both of you look at her now.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Yeah. Is that okay?”

“It’s… what about Jake?”

“I told Jake that he was a nice guy but I already have a boyfriend.” You shrugged.

She was stunned at this information, her beloved, sweet, daughter was dating a dirty pogue. At least that’s how she saw it.

“It was nice meeting you, Ms. L/n.” He called out as you both turned around, a smug smile on his face as he looked at you.

You sighed, shaking your head. “I’m fucking grounded after this. I know it.”

At the actual party, everyone seemed shocked to see you all glammed up, but with a pogue boy hanging on your arm the whole time.

The two of you seemed like opposites, your pink dress flowed around the floor, while he had a baseball cap on, looking like he threw the suit on two minutes before he came. He pretty much did.

“You okay, Jayj?” You asked him quietly when you both sat down.

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

You looked around, everyone judging him loudly and quietly. You frowned and turned back to him.

“Everyone’s looking. I can understand if-“

“Let them.” He shrugged it off. “I don’t give a fuck about any of their snobby ass opinions,” he said with a small smile, not so subtly flicking one of the couples off.

You let your worries dissolve with his words about the stares and the whispers, especially when you saw JJ looked at you like that. Like you hung the stars themselves, like you were the only girl in the world.

“Do you fancy a dance, milady?” JJ asked you suddenly in a posh accent, holding his hand out.

You gasped, holding your hand to your heart. “Why yes I do, good sir.” You played along, a smile playing on your lips as he kissed your hand and took yours in his.

[vinelark]

in return for the fic recs i got last month, here are a few fics i read recently that i want to absolutely yell about from the rooftops:

Iron, Fire, Mirror-Glass by PurpleSoot: an early batman days AU where, while slowly healing from a spine-shattering injury, bruce finds an old book about the fae. in a fit of desperation he attempts a Summoning to try to heal his spine. enter: robin.

this story is fantastic—the kind of longfic with a plot so good and satisfying that finishing it leaves you on a reading high for at least a week. one of the best early days bruce fics i’ve ever read, with honorable mentions to excellent alfred and clark and jim and selina characterizations—but robin (dick) really takes the cake here. the balance of chilling, otherworldly, not-quite-human vs. playful, earnest, Still Just a Child…chef’s kiss. the way robin’s character arc drags bruce kicking and screaming through his own emotional growth is so well-paced and well-wrought that i already want to reread just so i can experience it again. this is one of those god-tier longfics that i can’t believe i got to read for free on the internet.

mid-reading testimonial:

The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne by @theskeptileptic: a tim-joins-the-family-early fic in which tim decides to do everyone (his parents) a solid by faking his own death and running away to canada, except his weirdo neighbor bruce wayne keeps butting in and messing up his plans.

this is one of the rare stories where tim doesn’t know batman’s identity yet, and even rarer stories where that somehow makes the whole thing even more compelling. this fic has two of my favorite things: small, lonely, moderately unhinged tim drake pov, and really good pangs—pangs that are expertly teased out through flashbacks that add context to the present action at exactly the right moments. also, a very fun cameo near the end. i had a blast reading this one, physically clutched my chest more than once, and am already looking forward to rereading.

mid-reading testimonial (feat. @cairoscene):

equivalent exchange by scribblemetimbers (wip): an au set during tim’s robin days in which tim discovers 1) crossroads demons are a thing and 2) people can make deals with them. deals that include bringing people back from the dead, so long as you’re willing to pay the price with your own life.

this fic is so…🤌‼️ it feels like everything i want in a fic so far, down to two incredibly specific concepts i love (bruce, in his grief, saying something harsh to robin!tim with disastrous consequences later + tim making a big secret sacrifice gambit) which are both done so so well, within a larger plot that is also done so so well. the way this fic cuts in and out of scenes at the exact right moments for max tension feels like a masterclass in causing me to tear my hair out (in the best way), and instead of assorted pangs reading it is just one big Pang. it currently leaves off on an agonizing cliffhanger but, again, in the best way. highly recommend. (thank you again @owlbats for the rec!)

exchange between me and my friend after i sent the link, which about sums it up:

and to cut this angst with some humor:

IRIS Log #1548 by @deadchannelradio: a night on patrol as recorded by the bats’ audio logs, centering around red hood getting flung into a ditch and everyone, eventually, getting home safe.

one of the top ten funniest things i’ve ever read—spiritually up there with send to all (and if you’ve seen my fic rec tag you’ll know what a compliment that is). this makes use of the audio log format SO well. the dialogue shines, the jokes land with excellent timing, and it moves at such a clip that it’s pretty much impossible to stop reading once you’ve started. every character shines in this, and i’ve randomly choked on laughter remembering the phrase ‘good god he got thrown like a corn hole beanbag’ like twenty times in the past few weeks.

mid-reading testimonial:

[claraswritings]

Could we get some steamy chef Luca after hours in the kitchen 🤌🤌

HELL YEAAHH 🥵

This started as a blurb and actually got away from me a bit. Can’t help with with dream man Luca 😍 ❤️

SMUT BTC

Warnings: sex in a kitchen, p in v sex, no protection but they’re together, fingering, praising, teasing, creampie, Luca’s extremely well hung cause I just know he is, everything is completely consensual, just passionate smut in a kitchen ❤️

It was quiet now, just the two of you left alone. The once busy kitchen had emptied and it was now just you, you and Luca. Your Luca.

Your eyes focused on him watching him effortlessly lift 100lb bags of flour from one counter, ready for tomorrow. The tight blue shirt he’d worn complimenting his eyes as well as the muscles flexing in his biceps. Your gaze raked over him, admiring the pull of the shirt and how he could toss the bags from shelf to shelf as if they weighed nothing.

“Seen something you like?” Luca shot you a smirk, feeling your eyes on him as he shifted the final bag and moved back to wipe down the counter with the same precision as he crafted desserts.

“Yeah…you.” You teased gently as you approached him wrapping your arms around him from the back, momentarily distracting him from his routine.

“You done so good today, darling” you said into him, your hands gliding along the hemline of his shirt and under to touch his skin“Proud of you”

“Couldn’t do it without you” Luca whispered, turning to embrace you, his hands cupping your face with the ticking of a clock and your breathing the only sounds.

“Yeah, you could.” You stood on tiptoes to kiss him.

“Wouldn’t be the same” he said and returned your kiss.

“Something smells good, what is that.”

Usually by this late in the evening, the kitchen just smelled like cleaning products and whatever had been on the menu that week but something lingered in the air that was different. You didn’t recognise it

“Something new I’ve been working on for tomorrow” Luca answered, eyes focused on you as his hands came to rest on your hips. “I was going to bring it home to you but…Wanna try some, my love?”

Before you could answer, Luca lifted you onto the counter with such ease, placing you as easily as he’d moved those large bags of flour.

“If it’s made by you? Always” you smiled at him.

Luca went to the fridge and took out a pot of pale orange cream, and with the same expert precision he’d handle a patrons dish, scooped out a serving and turned to you.

“Open” he told you, holding the spoon towards you, waiting for you to oblige him and open your mouth so he could feed his latest dish component to you.

“Isn’t that a health and safety violation?”

“Maybe…but we’re all alone. I won’t tell if you don’t?” He said so matter of factly that it caused you to laugh as you parted your lips for him to slide the spoon into your mouth. You let out a low sigh at the mango taste “oh god Luca, that’s amazing. So…”

That’s when you notice it.

A little splash of the same mango cremeux just on the inside of his wrist. Right over the veins. An idea you cannot force down comes into your head. You can’t resist, it’s right there. It’s been a week, no two weeks, and god, you know it’s probably inappropriate and in violation of several health rules and regulations but you can’t stop yourself.

You withdrew for lips from around the spoon, holding your boyfriends eyes as you licked your lips…Right before you took his wrist in your hand and dashed out your tongue to lick straight across his pulse point, catching the little drop that he’d missed.

The sudden action caught Luca off guard and he felt the heat pool in his stomach almost instantly. You kissed the inside of his wrist.

“You missed a spot” you said and Luca arched an eyebrow. The action was so flirty, suggestive but you were looking at him with affection.

“Stop distracting me.” He replied giving your legs a squeeze. “Go label the stuff in the freezer if you wanna help me”

“I can think of a better way I can help you…” you kept your hand on his tracing over the skin with your thumb. “My poor baby you’ve been so tense these past few days…”

He’d been working flat out this week. There’d been a new menu to prep, a new junior pastry chef that he’d had to train on the basics, and not to mention the six events they’d had booked in this week. From a celebrities birthday party and a seven tier cake to a diplomats conference, he’d been working non stop Luca mentally counted in his head as he worked out it had been a whole two weeks since he’d been inside you, felt you around him, had touched you.

Fuck had it really been that long? Usually the pair of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. All of a sudden the freezer could wait.

He moved back to you, nudged your legs apart carefully, slotting himself between your thighs.

“Have I been neglecting my girl this week?” He asked suddenly focused on you, as he gently pulled on your hair so your eyes looked up to meet his. “I’ll have to make that up to you.”

“Hurry up and finish up and take me home then” you smirked.

“Why wait?” Luca began kissing along your collarbone “We’re all alone now, just you…me…big empty kitchen…”

He dropped his lips to yours, and you could taste a mix of the same mango along with the minty taste of the gum he’d had earlier. It was addictive and you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close.

“You started it.” He whispered, planting kisses down your neck and over your throat. “Can you finish it?”

Luca’s fingers worked into your hair so you’d tilt your head up and allow him access to slip his tongue past your lips, meeting yours in a passionate kiss.

“Yes” you whisper against him. He’s completely flipped the teasing over on you but you don’t even care at this point if it meant you got him.

His other hand found your hip pulling you closer to the end of the counter so he could trail slowly down to your knee and place it around his waist, before moving back down almost cautiously up your thigh and under your skirt and you could feel the satin of your underwear was already soaked through and pooling between your legs.

Luca smirked against your lips as he felt the dampness coating his fingertips. Already so wet and all for him.

“This is turning you on isn’t it, getting touched in my kitchen…” he bit your lip slightly “you thought about this a lot? Is that why you’re so wet when all I’ve done is kiss you”

“Yes, chef” you said and he pulled back a little surprised at how that went straight to his dick. Why was a phrase he heard fifty times a day so hot coming from you. The idea that you wanted this so badly had him struggling to hold back. Had you really thought about this?

The slick between your legs said yes.

His fingers slid past the fabric and your hips jerked against him as he found your clit, teasing it with enough pressure that you let out a low hiss.

“Just couldnt wait till we got home could you?” He teases “You want me to make you cum here, my love?”

“Yes chef” you repeated.

Luca spurred on by your words stroked your clit a little quicker and you let out a gasp that he swore was down right heavenly.

“Like that, Luca, god, you make me feel so good”

Luca dropped his head to the crook of your neck and sucked gently as he moved his hand to push a finger inside your and then another, thrusting them into you at a faster and faster pace until you were jerking your hips up against him, walls seizing around his fingers.

“That’s it…” you moved your hand up to bite your knuckle to stop yourself from moaning too loudly however Luca had other ideas and pulled your hand away.

“It’s okay it’s just me and you, my love, I want to hear you.” He said in that gentle but authoritative voice you knew he used in this same kitchen. Luca continued to suck and bite at your neck as he pushed in and out of your core with two fingers slowing his pace down and then picking up again. “Tell me how it feels”

You felt a sound of pleasure pull from your throat and involuntarily your hips rose up before Luca’s arm moved around to cage your hips down against the counter. “Luca…”

“Hmmm…What do you need, my love” Luca says voice heavy with lust and in your ear as he added a third finger and curled them deep inside hitting your soft spot as you seized around him, finishing on his fingers.

“Need you Luca” you whispered “Need you” you mouthed, gasping your air against his lips.

“You got me, my love, I’ve got you,”

Luca withdrew his fingers and cleaned the majority of your wetness off with his tongue before holding out his hand for you to lick your own slick off.

“Something else for you to taste.” He said before he placed his fingers in your mouth, letting you suck softly.

You could vaguely hear him unbuckling his jeans with his other hand and them hitting the linoleum floor and felt him pull your underwear to the side and groaned as he took his fingers out of your mouth and yanked your hips closer to him.

“Can’t believe I’ve never fucked you on the counter before” he said as he lined himself up and pressed himself, hard and aching for you against your folds, getting his tip wet from you. “You feel what you’re doing to me, my love”

You sighed at the pressure at how close he was to being inside you.

Luca was big, easily the biggest you’d had by far, that much you knew. The first time you’d slept together he’d had to ease into you and even now his size took adjusting to. In this moment, you didn’t care.

You could feel him now and ached for him to fill you and stretch you out

“Don’t be slow now, baby” you teased.

“Gotta be patient, my love,” Luca told you as he lined up against your entrance, pressing in slowly, causing you to let out a low moan as he slipped inside you just enough to make you crave more of his length.

“More, please Luca,” your words of encouragement, your reassurance, your want letting him sink deeper into you. “Feels so good” you made an attempt to push against him but he held you steady, letting himself control the pace.

“Easy.” He said softly “You take me so well don’t you” he stopped only to kiss you “That’s it…”

Luca couldn’t but help but be captivated by how hot it was to watch himself slide inside as you’re grasping at his shoulders to dig your nails in.

“Fuck you’re incredible.” Luca said, his voice breathy now “so tight…” He met your gaze looking for reassurance and all it takes is you nodding, before he pushes further now until he’s bottomed out inside you and you’re clawing at his chest, whimpering around him.

Luca starts slow, inching out and back to you, one hand on your hip and the other right where your shoulder meets your neck. It’s achingly teasing and you want more of him. His movements speed up a little, pulling almost all the way out, leaving you almost empty before burying his cock back deep in you, making sure you’re gasping out his name.

“Luca” you mouthed his name. “Luca Luca luc-…” the rhythmic way his name fell from your lips, encouraged him and he was soon bucking his hips into yours, holding you on the edge of the counter.

“Fucking love seeing you like this.” He got out “Love this. All for me”

You could barely string a coherent sentence together as he plowed back into you again, faster now.

“For you, my Luca” you just about managed to say , choking back.

He pulled out of you only for a second to yank you off the counter, turn you around and press you into the counter before he was back inside you, wasting no time in plunging all the way in.

You let out a little squeal as he did.

The cool counter top pressing against your skin where your shirt had ridden up combined with how Luca was pounding in and out of you was overwhelming.

“Fuck you’re amazing.” He moved one hand from your hips to reach around and find your clit again rubbing and grinding into you at the end of each thrust, making you gasp against the counter as you stretched and tightened around him.

“you’re so good to me, Luca baby” you muttered unable to stop your walls seizing around his length.

“Where do you want it?” He asked voice barely coherent as he could feel himself twitch against you. “I’m close…”

“Cum inside me, Luca, please” you choked out. “Please. Wanna feel you inside me, please”

That was all it took. You asking him to fill you.

With a few more sharp thrusts, your contracting walls had him spilling deep into you as you rode out your wave together.

After a few more seconds of you both catching your breath, he was the first to speak.

“Sorry was I too…” and like that your sweet Luca is back, turning you around to face him and kissing you so gently like he hadn’t just railed you. “Was I?” He was suddenly lost for words as the haze cleared.

“You were perfect, I loved it.” You kissed him softly reassuringly

Luca sighed to himself wondering how could he possibly work tomorrow without picturing you bent over the station and secretly hoped you’d be joining him late a whole lot more often.

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dom! peter who praises and talks you through it, with dom! miguel who degrades, telling you why you deserve it?

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, praise, degradation, overstimulation *not proofread, just pure horny

[ive written so much for spiderdads x reader and they're so WKMDXNSKSMS]

MINORS DNI!!

i ♡ dilfs

I've said this before and I will say it again, they compliment each other sO WELL

the usual gentle coos and caresses from peter mix so good with the sharp rasps and rough hands from miguel

things like this from peter;

"there we go, sweetheart."

"doing such a good job, baby."

"a little more for me, yea?"

"it's alright, honey. you can do it."

to things like this from miguel;

"making such a fucking mess."

"aww, is my little whore too sensitive?"

responds to you cries of "miggy, I cant-" with "you can and will, baby."

miguel turning your face back to him when you look over at peter bc he's overstimulating you beyond comprehension

"don't look at him. he's not gonna help you." while rutting into you even harder

peter just pushes the hair out of your face before his hand slips down to flick over your clit

peter can get almost as mean as miguel but he thinks that might be a bit much

but every once in a while, he's just that delicious bittersweet tang of mean

the only time he'll get actually mean, is when he's beyond frustrated

like you're the first thing he sees that h can release his anger out on

he's ruthless when he's like that

but there's something so good about a usually calm and kind man going feral and just absolutely decimating their partner with a multitude of orgasms

just losing themselves and sinking into the being of their partner

but the aftercare is top tier chefs kiss 🤌

warm baths, soft scents, cuddles, and kisses

wearing one of their shirts to bed too

okok that's enough rambling for this 🫣

[weepingwillowwonder]

Horny Hazbin Hotel Thoughts: NSFW AHEAD [Minors DNI! 🔞] -> -> ->

This is about Angel Dust~ 😇✨️

Being close friends with Angel is a GOOD TIME! On his days off, you guys hit the club, get drunk off your ass, and dance like it's no tomorrow. But sometimes "tensions" can get high when alcohol is involved.... I mean usuallyyyy, this isn't a problem. You know how overly sexual Angel can be, but this time is a little different. All it takes is one moment for pent-up frustrations to let loose...

♡Clubbing with Angel means pre-gaming at the hotel bar and taking shots IMMEDIATELY once you arrive to the club

♡At first, there may be a group of you on the dance floor. At some point, though, it becomes just the two of you sitting together in a both.

♡Now there's a contest: Who can hold their liquor the best? Despite you both already being drunk out of your mind, neither of you backs down. "Just face it. You can't beat me, sweetheart!"

♡ Your favorite song comes on and you drag Angel back out on the dance floor, bodies squished together with the crowd.

♡ Somehow, his hands end up on your waist, and his face is buried in your neck from behind. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more room. Sure, sometimes you both can be very touchy, but THIS was different.

♡ You both are grinding against each other now, lost in the moment. When you feel him start to breathe harder against your neck, you moan softly. He curses and lifts his head slightly to look around, trying to find a secluded corner.

♡ "F-fuck...come 'er.." He murmurs, dragging you away from the dance. Naturally, you're thinking with the throbbing between your legs, rather than your head. So you follow along.

♡ He's got you pushed up against a wall, and you both take a moment to stare at each other heatedly. "T-tell me you want this..."

---

Something about good friends to fwb with Angel Dust is *chefs kiss* 🤌🏿��🏿🤌🏿 I ABSOLUTELY will be writing more of this~

[missmielyhoran]

You're losing me (2)

Part 1 // Masterlist

Face Claim- Maddison Beer

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DailyNews Popstar Y/N Y/L/N at the Brits Award brought Actor Timothee Chalamet as her date. Are the couple back together again?

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Y/Nfan1 Yesss I love them

Harryfan1 Do you think she took him cause she wanted to make Harry jealous? She knows he's going to be there👀

Y/Nfan3 Wait-

Y/Nfan2 Hope Harry's crusty ass is regretting leaving her

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Harryupdates umm guys...

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Harryfan2 IS THAT HARRY AND Y/N HUGGING?

Harryfan3 WTF weren't they fighting publicly like three months ago

Y/Nfan1 Yeah I don't like this

Harryfan1 MOM AND DAD ARE BACK TOGETHER??

Y/Nfan2 Omg yes please

Harryfan4 Maybe they're friends. Both are pretty unproblematic, won't put it past them being friends

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Yourinstagram Thank you so much for all the love you guys have shown to 'You're losing me' and in appreciation and celebration of me winning Brits Award a new song 'Hits different' will be out at midnight🩷

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Y/Nfan2 Congratulations babe you deserve it

Harryfan1 That song is about Harry you can't convince me other wise

Y/Nfan2 Maybe it's about timmy and her moving on

tchalamet beautiful date ever

Yourinstagram ever?🤨

tchalamet yes ma'am

Y/Nfan3 ugh get a room

sabrinacarpenter "love is a lie" is definitely something I said

*****

Timmy's ending-

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Y/Nupdates Timothee spotted near Y/N's recording studio

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Y/Nfan2 the fit🤌

Y/Nfan1 He brought her coffee🥺

Y/Nfan3 Studio? She's recording?

Harryfan1 and she's going on tour! multitasking queen

Harryfan3 attention seeker

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Yourinstagram Atlanta you were great tonight. Can't wait for the second night. Love you all🩷

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Harryfan1 I had the pit seats it was amazing🫶

Y/Nfan3 talk about soft launching boyfriend lmao💀

Y/Nfan2 The fit? The performance? Chef's kiss

Y/Nfan1 Oh she slays everytime

tchalamet oh who's that handsome fella?

Yourinstagram Idk but he brought food so who cares

Y/Nfan3 Harry liked?

*****

Harry's ending-

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harrystyles Satellite. Out now.

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Harryfan1 Look me in the eyes and tell me this is not about Y/N I dare you

Y/Nfan2 I can't

Harryfan2 it screams Y/N omg! wall-e is her favorite😭

Harryfan3 I bawled when stomper's battery died😭

Harryfan4 omg yes😭

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Harryupdates Y/N taking pictures with some fans at Harry's concert

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Harryfan3 Stop following him! she's literally obsessed

Harryfan4 girl you're the obsessed one if you're commenting on a post that was posted 2 minutes ago that also of someone you hate

Harryfan1 mom dad back together🤞

Y/Nfan1 She looks gorgeous😭

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DailyMail Singer Songwriter Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N back together? The couple were spotted kissing near a small coffee shop by some fans and are speculated to be back together after breaking up just 3 months ago.

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Harryfan1 I'm not crying you're

Y/Nfan1 I'm way too invested in their life it's scary

Harryfan4 ngl I knew they'll get back together they always do

Y/Nfan2 I don't like this

Harryfan3 me too

Y/Nfan3 literally no one gives a fuck about that

*****

I couldn't decide so here are two endings

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OMG HI😭😭i love your writing so much like im obsessed you’re so talented!!! i see your request are open and i just wanted to see if you do something where it’s after Yoongi and Y/N get into petty argument and Y/N is like “you know what? whatever” and gives Yoongi the silent treatment however, Yoongi hates being ignored (especially by his girl) so after giving her some space for a few hours and trying to get her to talk to him, he’s had enough oh the silence and decides to take matters into his own hands 🫣 I HOPE THIS MADE SENSE😭😭😭this thought has been running rampant in my mind for a week and i would love to see how you would write this ! there’s no rush, take your time if you don’t feel like it that’s TOTALLY okay i just want you to know that you’re writing is IMMACULATE, chefs mf kiss 🤌🏾 and that’s you are so freaking talented!! thank you for sharing your writing with us🥰🥰💕

Ahhhhhh! I love you so much! Your requests have given me such good ideas! I hope I fulfilled this one well. It turned into kind of brat tamer Yoongi who loves reader to pieces because I love everything about that trope. I really hope you love it bb!🩵🩵🩵

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“Turn left up here!”

“I know where I’m going!”

“Obviously not! The parking lot will be full by the time we get there.”

Currently, you and your husband were on the way to your favorite store to spend some more of the gift cards you got at your wedding. You received so many and Yoongi made you agree that you’d only use them for important things.

New stuff for Holly counted as important, right? Of course it did.

A few months ago, you two moved to a new neighborhood which meant you didn’t really know where everything was.

As designated passenger princess, it was your responsibility to look hot, control the music and also manage the GPS to get you places but Yoongi wanted to trust his car’s GPS more than you. Ridiculous right?

He sighed. “I know where I’m going, okay? I don’t need your help.”

Your mouth dropped, a scandalized and dramatic gasp passing your glossed lips. How dare he?!

Crossing your arms over your chest, you slumped in the passenger seat. “You know what? Whatever, Yoongi.” You mumbled.

Silence enveloped the car, only the low sound of J.Cole’s melodic voice filling the space.

Yoongi glanced over at you, a smile threatening his lips at your pouty face. Ugh, you were such a spoiled little brat but he loved you so much. He actually took pleasure in riling you up and watching you get all huffy. Everytime he saw that princess personality, it awakened something in him—a need to both smother you with kisses and spank your ass until you were crying.

He reached over to place a large hand on your thigh. “Come on baby. Don’t be upset.”

You ignored him, fully turning your body towards the window. Uh oh, your full super bratty mode was activated.

“Are you really gonna ignore me?” He pondered.

No answer.

“Baby please. I’m sorry.”

Nothing.

He guessed he’d have to roll with this.

When Yoongi pulled into the parking lot of your favorite store, he tried to talk to you again but you were already out of the car.

Unfortunately, whenever you were upset with Yoongi, you got a sudden stroke of independence. He normally opened your door for you so he knew you were really upset when you did it yourself.

You didn’t talk to him the entire time through the store but you almost broke when you passed the pillows.

“Look baby. They have those pillows you were looking at.”

You picked one up before turning to Yoongi, opening your mouth to say, “yeah they…..” but you cut yourself off, remembering your vow of silence. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to speak but you held it. Tossing the pillows into the cart, you continued through the store, hands hurting from how hard you gripped the handles.

You couldn’t fight that skip in your heart. He remembered the pillows…..you told him about those weeks ago…..fuck.

You didn’t even notice Yoongi’s sly smirk as he walked behind you. He knew this silent treatment wouldn’t last long and he was honestly kind of amused. He knew you wanted to talk to him but your pride wouldn’t allow you to break first, not until you felt like it. He guessed he’d have to put up with your silent treatment a little longer.

Besides, with you walking ahead of him, he could stare at your perfect ass in those stretch pants all he wanted. His hand itched to grab it but he resisted. He didn’t want to make you more upset…..on purpose.

Yoongi ended up having to practically fight you with the bags, insisting he’ll put them back in the cart and push them to the car. You weren’t happy but you also didn’t argue, huffing and puffing your way back to the car.

Yoongi didn’t unlock the doors until he was finished putting the bags in the trunk which was getting you even more riled up. He knew you wanted to open your own door but doing it for you was just more amusing.

You squinted your eyes at him in frustration, throat burning with the desire to tell him off but you got in the car anyway, still completely silent.

The drive home was silent, as was the short journey up to your apartment. Holly greeted you both at the door, the wiggly dog jumping all over you. You didn’t even try to go through the bags, just heading straight for your bedroom where you could ignore Yoongi better. And of course, Holly followed you, not sparing Yoongi a passing glance.

Traitor, Yoongi thought.

He sighed but left you alone. He knew you weren’t that upset about what he said in the car. You were just being stubborn. He spoiled you too much. He could also be kind of passive(he’s working on it) as well so perhaps this was proving to be a little test for him.

After putting away the few grocery items and leaving the rest of your choices for you to sort through, he flopped down on the couch.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

He liked his peace and quiet as much as the next person but the noise you brought was different. He had grown used to hearing you singing under your breath or talking to yourself as you thought about dinner or the crash of all of your hair products falling because you had so many and they didn’t fit right in the hallway closet.

You had ingrained yourself into his life—you and your own perfect little storm of gentle chaos.

He missed you. Even though you were in the next room. He missed you.

Standing from the couch, he walked down the hall to the bedroom. He couldn’t hear anything on the other side.

His knuckles rapped gently against the wood before he opened he door. “Baby?”

He found you laid on your back on the bed, phone held over your face as you scrolled through social media. Holly was resting on his dog bed in the corner, little head lifting as Yoongi entered.

“Go.” He motioned to the door. Holly tilted his head in a way that solidified Yoongi’s suspicion that his dog was secretly a human. Human or not, Holly knew better than to stick around.

Yoongi closed the door before focusing his attention back on you.

He approached the bed, leaning a knee on it. You could feel the dip but made no move to acknowledge him.

“Baby please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. Of course I need you. I love when you tell me where to go but then you get distracted so we miss the turn. Remember we were late to our rehearsal dinner?”

Your lip twitched at the memory. Of course you do. The excitement of your wedding being the next day had you so caught up in your then fiancé that you couldn’t even focus on giving directions. And thanks to Yoongi being equally distracted by how stunning you were, he didn’t even think to make sure you stayed focused enough to give directions. He missed the exit twice before finally getting on track. Nevertheless, it was still a memorable evening with his family and close friends.

And the precursor to the rest of a wonderful life with you.

You still continued to ignore him. You could hear the sincerity in his apology but you wanted to make him sweat just a little bit longer.

But even Yoongi had a breaking point and you were crossing it.

“Baby.”

No answer.

Alright. Breaking point crossed.

~

“Why do you have to make everything so difficult? Ignoring me, “he scoffed with a shake of his head and landing a sharp smack to your ass. “You’re crazy.”

Your head was buried in the blankets, shoulders pressed against the bed and wrists held tightly in Yoongi’s grip.

His hips were slamming into your ass hard enough to hurt, his thick cock stretching your walls to their limit. He was thick enough to give you that slightly searing stretch and long enough to make you feel it all the way to your deepest parts.

“Mm, Yoongi!” You cry out as his strokes became longer, pulling himself all the way out to the tip remained before slamming back inside. He grits his teeth at your walls sucking him in as if they didn’t want him to go. Thank goodness for his stamina. After meeting you, he’s had to learn how restrain himself longer than ever. He never used to cum quick before meeting you. And yes, that was one of the many reasons he pursued you. “F-fuck….you feel so good.”

You arched your back more, lifting your ass so that he could reach even deeper.

“Don’t ignore me again. Do you understand?” He landed another slap on your bouncing ass, loving the recoil.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, face feeling hot from your breath that kept blowing back from how your face was pressed into the mattress.

Everything felt too tight, too hot, too sweaty, too good.

“Yes! I’m sorry!” You cried.

Releasing your wrists, he grabbed at your braids, twisting them around his wrist a few times. Waist length were definitely a smart investment.

He pulled you up until you were “balanced” on your hands because let’s face it, those things were numb as hell. His hold on your hair was really the only thing keeping you upright.

“Sorry for what? Apologize properly.”

He wanted you to form full sentences? That was like asking Jada to stop talking about Tupac. Impossible.

Another stroke knocked your speech centers loose, third orgasm since you started bubbling in your lower belly.

Yoongi could feel your walls clenching up, your moans growing louder at each thrust. Oh no you don’t.

He stopped his hips, still buried deep in your cunt. You whined as your orgasm ebbed away, wiggling your hips in an attempt to throw yourself back on his cock but a hand on your hip made you still.

“You’re not cumming until you apologize properly. Now, what aren’t you gonna do again?”

You swallowed, lip quivering and tears welling up. “I…I won’t ignore you again.”

He grinned. “Apology accepted.”

His hips set a punishing pace, your ass ricocheting off his hips. It had you moaning in ecstasy, nearly slipping from his grasp but he wrapped an arm under your breasts to keep you steady.

“Shit, I love this pussy. So. Fucking. Good.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust.

Your hand reached back to claw at his side, the slight sting making him groan and thus pushing him faster.

He yanked your hair until your back was pressed flush against his chest, his hips never slowing down. Almost instantly, you turned your head, seeking his lips as you always did when you were close. His heart fluttered, loving how affectionate you were.

You almost miss his lips from how absolutely feral he was going in your poor cunt. Fortunately, he tilts your head better with his grip on your hair, kissing your wet pout. The tenderness has your heart swooning despite all the chaos. He sucks at your tongue, leaving a light bite on your bottom lip as well.

“Gonna cum, my sweet girl?” He whispers in your ear, nipping at the skin.

You didn’t need to answer him, you’re growing moans enough to confirm. The hand that wasn’t scratching at his skin raises up to bury in his hair, yanking his strands similar to how he was doing you causing him to grunt in delight.

The arm around your body moved down to rub circles into your clit and you swore you saw the upper room. He buried his face in the side of your neck, inhaling your sweaty skin, lips leaving kisses and bites along the side of your throat.

His hips move even faster than before, desperate to carry you to your orgasm before he lost his shit. Pent up from that brief denial and riddled from your previous orgasms, you’re quick to crumble against him. Twisting in his hold, you cry out his name that’s like music to his ears.

“Yoongiiiiiiiiii! Cum in me, baby. Want you so bad….”

Your walls grip him tighter than a vice, his hips stuttering with careless abandon as he gives you exactly what you want. The sensitivity between your thighs burns in the best ways, little gasps coming from you another tiny orgasm washes over you.

“Ugh, fuck.” The last few sluggish ruts of his hips make both of you whine and gasp, his grip on you tightening and then loosening as his body shudders.

Your body falls forward on the mattress, muscles and bones weary and your eyes drooping as exhaustion weighs on them. You feel Yoongi flop down next to you, only the sound of his slightly hurried breaths filling the room.

“Not falling asleep on me, are ya?” He asks after a few seconds. He turns his head to find you are, in fact, beginning to doze off.

“No.” You fib, rolling your achy body over and holding up one arm. “Come kiss me.”

His smile is as sweet as him. He scoots over to bury himself in your warmth. Your arm wraps around him as his head lifts to give you your requested kisses.

“I love you.” You confess against his lips.

He hums. “Love you too. Even though you’re bad at giving directions.”

You roll your eyes but continued to peck at his lips. “Marry your GPS then.”

“I already have.” He hugs you closer. “And I wouldn’t give her up for anything.”

[writingtraumaforever]

HELLO just wanted to throw my reactions to some of my favourite moments of the new courtship chapter that you posted at you.

First of all just wanted to say that I'm a sucker for unsure/anxious shadow, so right away you have me in your clutches with your writing. All the times when he used his internet YouTube training absolutely sent me. He tries so hard :') Get this man some loving friends and a family STAT.

... The fact that he went so far as to look up the most obscure stuff about hedgehog courting of hilarious to me, as well. And the payoff at the end? *Chef's kiss* spectacular. I love to see it.

Also on a side note, I really enjoy your writing style. There isn't too much exposition, but it's also not just dialogue and I think you've done a good job balancing the two. Especially with all of your descriptors on how the characters are feeling.

Ok anyways my other favourite thing has to be when you wrote 'the Utmost Living Being'. I don't think I've ever seen that variation of 'the Ultimate Lifeform' before but let me tell you when I read that I had to do a double-take. When I tell you I cackled on the second read-through, do not take it with a grain of salt;;;;

anyways there's probably more but that's all I can't remember off the top of my head lol

Have a nice dayyyyyyyy

*closes door gently on the way out*

This was SOOOOO sweet! I loved reading this. 🥹🥹

I’m so glad something I wrote could bring you joy and amusement! I had a blast writing that fic, and will definitely be continuing with little oneshots or mini-series here and there because I just love those two so much okay??? The movie-verse has a special place in my heart.

Thank you so much for the compliments on my writing style! You have no idea how much that means to me. I’m an avid reader of fanfiction, and I often get discouraged comparing my own writing to others and feel inadequate or repetitive with my own style. So to hear that you don’t just enjoy my story but the writing style itself is SUCH a lovely thing to hear and so, SO appreciated.🤍

And as for the ‘Utmost Living Being’ line??? If you only knew how many options I went through with that. 😂😂 I pulled out my thesaurus for that one and was writing down a list of synonyms I could use, but landed on that one as the most ‘Knuckles-esque’. 🤌 Glad it wasn’t overlooked!!

So glad you enjoyed my fic!! And thank you for taking the time to let me know just how much!!

[that-one-enby-ranger]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROGER TAYLOR

It is Roger Meddows Taylor's birthday today so of course I have to make it all of yours problems and yap about it.

We've gotta start off with how talented this man is. He is the KING of drummers in my eyes and will always be. Watched a full concert today to celebrate, and I was just focusing on how fast he could move, and he wasnt always looking at the drums. And his little solo in the Montreal concert and I was staring at him and oh my gosh he can move fast. He looked tired afterwards. And his voice is amazing in its own unique way. I love it. I love listening to live songs and looking out for his baking vocals. I died everytime. My favourite song to hear live is Crazy Little Thing Called Love just because of Roger's rEaDy FreDdIe 🤠. I die every single time I hear and go insane you don't even know. His backing vocals are just *mwah* CHEF'S kiss 🤌.

And his high pitched screaming in In the Lap of the Gods is amazing. Theres a video of Roger Taylor blessing your ears for an hour and a half and it's just him screaming in that song and it really does bless your ears.

Plus he's got solo albums. And unless I'm horribly wrong, he has the most solo albums out of the entire band. I don't have a favourite album but a couple of my fav songs are The Key, Man on Fire and Strange Frontier.

He's written lots of hits and great songs including Radio Gaga, A Kind of Magic, One Vision, These are the Days of Our Lives, The Invisible Man and of course, I'm in Love With My Car.

Then there's the underrated songs that I love like Drowse, Action This Day, Ride the Wild Wind and others that I forgot and I cant be bothered to look up.

He also studied dentistry in uni. I don't know if he would have actually ended up being a dentist if he hadn't joined. But just think if he did.

THIS MAN RIGHT HERE COULD HAVE BEEN YOUR DENTIST SHOVING HIS HANDS IN YOUR MOUTH.

I just watched a video while writing this called the genius of Roger Taylor and they talked about how good he is on drums and used drum talk that even though I play drums, I haven't been playing long enough to understand, so they go into more depth on how talented he is on the drums. Its called The Genius Of Roger Taylor by Drumeo.

And you've gotta talk about his heart warming lyrics.

"With my hand on my grease gun,

Ooooo it's like a disease son."

Magical.

And what makes that even better is that sometimes during concert he would mix the lyrics around, whether on accident or purpose, I don't know, but he would say "with YOUR hand on MY grease gun." Life changing.

But seriously you wanna know some good lyrics listen to the whole of These Are The Days of Our Lives. And then try not to cry.

Moving on from talent, we gotta talk about some more amazing things about him.

He's a funny little boy. Watch some clips of him and you'll see what I mean. I don't care if you don't agree with me, I know he's a funny little boy.

"He threw my best fucking pair of maracas. Great sounding maracas, took me HOURS to steal them, and he just..." I can't write the next part without it seeming like it's a roleplay because it's a motion he makes of throwing stuff away in the air.

Anyways, it was his idea to dress up in drag for the I Want to Break Free video and that was one of his best ideas ever. Rogerina looked amazing.

What a goddess. And when I Want to Break Free got canceled in America, he would help stand up for the video and wouldnt feel ashamed that they did it and said they had a great time and it was fun.

And somewhat similarly, but more importantly, after Freddie died, and the press were being homophobic perverts and saying stuff like Freddie had it coming, or he lived a promiscuous life style, Roger (and Brian) would go on TV and stand up for Freddie and would be like "thats not true at all, you fucking pricks." That's not what they actually said. And he would then go on about how the press were massive dicks to Freddie while trying to get into his private life especially towards the end.

Hes adorable. Sweetie. My love.

"I'd like to make it.. naked 😏, and raw."

"1 and 3/7ths sugars please." "No one and 3/7ths 😠"

"I've just written this new one, WHICH IM REALLY EXCITED ABOUT"

"ITS PERFECT"

Just some quotes there.

Also, APPARENTLY, my sources are shit, I've only heard this once, has not been backed up, but I'm including it anyways, but apparently when Roger wasn't allowed to have Stone lions out the front of his house, he thought outside the box and put up hundreds of glow and the dark gnomes.

He also apparently had to legally fight his neighbour to keep his giant statue of Freddie Mercury he had in his backyard because the neighbour APPARENTLY thought that it was "rUiNinG tHe laNdScApe"

He kissed Brian when he was drunk.

He was called sex on legs.

Grew a beard because people kept mistaking him as a girl.

His eyes.

"There was lots of sex and drugs. Actually there wasn't that much sex and ... Well there wasn't much drugs"

There's also some lovely sad stories with him. Mainly the 300 yards and I don't feel like crying again so I'm not gonna write it out.

I'm gonna stop this here because my finger feels weird from having a plaster on it for three days and I wanna focus on more Roger videos that I've been watching in the background for about an hour now. I'm just gonna say he is shemxy.

And then you've got this:

Love him. Appreciate him. I'm gonna marry him one day, mark my words.

There is a lot more on him. This is all I've got. For now.

[lethalchiralium]

hiiiii!! first off, I absolutely love all your content. The way you write is just *chefs kiss* 🤌

would you consider writing what it was like for reader when mellie was born? being in the hospital alone, crying out for Simon even though she knew he couldn't be there. Feeling like she couldn't do it without him. that had to be so so difficult for her. I'd love to see your thoughts on it. 🩷🩷

- 🧀

cheese anon you wound me 😭

happiness canon 🥺🫶

warnings: mentions of labor and birth!

“It’s okay, Mama’s okay, Winnie.”

Your daughter sat beside you on your bed, the last day she’d ever be an only child, the last day she would be your only daughter. Your hands gently petted her curls, her eyes were full of worry for you.

“I’m so proud of you. You called for help and got me help,” Your hand gently held her cheek. “You are so good. Roach is gonna take you to go to sit and wait, okay?”

Your husband’s friend stood quietly a few feet away - he was the only contact of Simon’s you had since he used to babysit Winnie for you when you had emergencies back home. He was nice and very apologetic that even he couldn’t get in contact with anyone from the 141, let alone Simon.

Winnie leaned forwards and kissed your face, you kissed her cheek back as your right hand clenched onto the blankets beside you - you could feel the start of another contraction.

“Go. Be good for me.”

“Okay, Mama.”

Roach scooped up the four year old, he gave you a smile before carrying your daughter away - now you were alone. No one you loved could be here in time, and the most important one didn’t even know you were pregnant, let alone laboring and delivering alone. Your parents were stuck in Maine for another day due to a bad storm, your oldest brother Jake was deployed, and your two younger brothers, Tommy and Dave, were too young to travel by themselves. You had no one, but you had assumed you would the entire pregnancy. The only person who came through was a friend of your husband, but you needed Winnie to be safe before you needed support. As soon as they were out the door, you called out for your husband, a weary voice mumbling, “Simon, Simon, Simon…”

Heart beating out of your chest, another wave of intense pain ripped through your stomach, hands gripping onto the handles of the hospital bed as you let out a yell; the nurses that bustled around your room didn’t even bat an eye. One of them instantly came to your side, holding your phone which you had given her an hour ago. She gave you a sorrowful look.

“I’m sorry, he still didn’t answer.”

You nodded, still gripping the handles of the bed and trying to breathe.

You can do this. You can do this. Do it. You’ll be okay.

Fear had been written into your entire body with fire, burning the underside of your skin with every move you’ve made for the past however many hours you had been in the hospital. The harsh light, the ice chips, the IV that always seemed to go off whenever you finally got some sleep - it all made you feel uncomfortable. You weren’t ready. You wouldn’t be ready until Simon appeared by your side, taking your hand and telling you everything would be alright - but he wasn’t coming.

The nurse took your hand from the handles of the bed, squeezing it with her own and she smiled at you. “It’s okay. I’ll be here the whole time, whatever you need. Let’s meet this baby, yeah?”

You cried when she said that.

“I can do this.” You spoke quietly.

She nodded. “You can do this. We’ve got you.”

•••

Your phone was left on the side table, quiet. Your newborn was just placed on your chest after she had her checks, wrapped in a small blanket. You hadn’t even seen her eyes yet, her cries has quieted as she pressed her little baby face into your collarbone with a mere squeak.

Your arm held her up, your free hand smoothed out the small H/C strands on her head. Your fingertip traced the shape of her eyebrows, the apple of her tiny cheek, her button nose - there was no mistake that your daughter looked like her father. It made you smile.

“Hi Melody. I’m your mom.”

She cooed as you gently tapped her nose, your nurse gently cleared her throat. You didn’t even look away from your beautiful baby.

“Melody Riley.”

“No middle name?” The nurse asked from the bassinet, writing your daughter’s name onto the paper placard.

You shook your head quietly, admiring the little human you made. The way her skin was warm and soft, a comforting weight on your chest as you memorized her little face. Her little eyelids squeezed together as she sneezed, you almost muttered a ‘Bless you’ if it wasn’t for her opening her eyes. They looked exactly like Simon’s, and it made you smile.

“Not yet, my husband gets to name her too.”

the happiness asks give me life fr fr

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[tealeavesand-roses]

Status: read Rating: 4.5/5 🌟🌟🌟🌟✨

Truthwitch by Susan Dennard (The Witchlands, #1) 🗡️👁️📜🫴🏻🧵 It's a travesty that I was unaware of this series until recently. I just finished the first book, and I'm hooked—wow. Dennard's world-building in the Witchland Series is intricate, beautiful, and, above all, magical.

Truthwitch by Susan Dennard is the first book in the Witchlands series. It is a story about two unregistered witches, Safiyah, a truthwitch, and Iseult, a threadwitch, who are on the run from various opposers, such as empires and mercenaries. Both Safi and Iseult must navigate a tense and scary political landscape. Along the way, they encounter allies and foes, including Prince Merik, a windwitch, and the bloodwitch Aeduen.

To give a little backstory, I had begun rewatching Avatar: The Last Airbender, and as with every rewatch of Avatar, my heart swooned for Zutara. Listen, the first season came out when I was 13; I fell hard for Zuko and never looked back. I also immediately questioned why he and Katara didn't end up together once the series concluded, as their chemistry and scenes were *chef's kiss* 🤌🏼. Moving on, I wanted to know if any books/series exuded similar ATLA attributes/were identical in any way. I ended up finding A Clockwork Reader's BookTube video that recommended books for fans of the Avatar: The Last Airbender series. Thus, I was introduced to the Witchlands series. 🌬️ Side note, I love that A Clockwork Reader is a shameless fan of Zutara like myself, and she mentioned how she got a chance to chat with the author, Susan Dennard, and apparently, two characters in the series were inspired by the dynamic between Katara and Zuko, which of course piqued my interest even more.

⭐️⭐️SLIGHT SPOILER⭐️⭐️

Overall, I loved this book! I haven't read a YA fantasy in a while, but it's such a good read. I'm starting book two next week; I'm swamped with homework, so I need to put that first 🙃 Also, um, I'm sorry, the phrase Aeduan said to Iseult in her native tongue quite literally tugged at my heartstrings and nearly brought me to my knees. Like-are you kidding me?! I gasped when she divulged what the phrase meant, like...that's something heartmates say to each other, not a girl you swore you'd kill the next time you'd cross paths. Lmao. They've had such minimal interactions, but I'm obsessed with them.