#kissing writers on the mouth mwah mwah

[guest-1-2-3]

Yk what blows my mind is when i’m reading something amazing right, i am so immersed in the story the writing is beautiful it’s making me feel more emotions than i’ve ever felt in all my years of living and then the end notes are just like. “uhhh hope u enjoyed ig? haha” or “idek what this is lol” like sir ma’am my guy your writing is the most gorgeous thing i have ever read. i cried and i laughed and i screamed and i did that thing where you roll around in bed and giggle like a child at 3am. if it was the zombie apocalypse and i could only take one story with me as i fought to survive it would be yours. “what even is this lmao” a masterpiece. a fucking masterpiece is what it is

[reidrum]

porcelain doll | s.r

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

a/n: writers block is a bitch fr but somehow this came out! i just wanna say that if you relate to reader or just have qualms in general about intercourse that its okay and its normal and you're still a wonderful human being at the end of the day ok that is all i love you mwah

cw: smut 18+ minors dni, fingering, making out, no p in v sex but talks about it, reader has an ambiguous reason for it hurting cuz there are like so many gdm reasons it can hurt it's ridiculous, hurt/comfort, fluff, afab reader, spencer is a loving and supportive boyfriend, i proofread this once sorry

summary: you'd been keeping quiet about something personal that you knew you should tell spencer but just couldn't find the right time for, but now it's all come to a head in a hot heat of the moment and you're forced to confront it

wc: 2.6k

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you meant to tell spencer about it when you first started dating.

it’s not something that comes up to discuss in a natural context, like over coffee or at work. by the time you and spencer had actually started dating, you hoped there would be a quiet moment where you could tell him, but even when soft moments came and went your anxiety was the ruling emotion and prevented you from telling him.

that brings you to this moment right now— you straddled over spencer’s lap on his couch with your arms around his neck, his on your waist, wildly kissing him. you had just come home from the bar with the girls, and spencer couldn’t help himself with how pretty you looked as he pulled you to the couch and perched you on his lap.

still being in the somewhat early stages of your relationship, your intimacy with him never went past making out, with you most of the time tapping out after getting too overwhelmed. and spencer always respected your boundaries.

don’t get it wrong, you both still had a lot of fun when things got heated. if you could kiss him every second of the day you would. but being able to feel how much fun he was having always left a pang of guilt in your heart after always stopping. he’d always be heavily panting, trying so hard to hide the discomfort in his pants, and the most you could do in return was dissociate and live in false ignorance about it. it didn’t help that he still so devastatingly kind to you after.

but here you were on his couch tonight, and something felt different. a desire you hadn’t felt before taking over your senses as your bodies intertwined. it’s like every time you’re with him, he makes you almost forget all the insecurities that eat away at you.

almost.

spencer moves his mouth down your neck, leaving a trail of hot love bites before he finds your sweet spot. you angle your head more so he can get better access, and moan out at how fucking good it feels.

he moves his hand to the waist of your shorts, looks up at you silently asking for permission to remove them. you nod and he maneuvers them off, returning to straddle him. his hands move to knead the flesh where your hips meet your thighs, every movement delicate and intentional. it’s like with every touch he transfers his love for you through his fingertips to drive you absolutely crazy.

you subconsciously grind down on him, putting a pressure he wasn’t expecting as he groans lowly in your ear, “fu-uck.” it warms your heart a little, knowing the effect you have on him. your hands tangle in hair and pull firmly letting spencer moan into your mouth as he moves a hand further down your body.

“this okay still?” he breathlessly asks as he toys with the lining of your panties.

you nod again, not trusting your words at the moment. a sinking feeling starts to brew in your gut, as you can easily predict where the next events are going. he’s being so kind to you, and you feel sexy with the way he’s eating you alive with his eyes and touches. the guilt would chip you away if you had led him on this long only to stop right before the good part, just because you couldn’t handle it or something.

but he starts to stroke you outside your panties, and you have to admit that it feels vaguely good. you continue to bury your head in the crook of his neck in the hopes of masquerading any facial expressions contradictory to your words. you just want spencer to feel good, and this is the first step to reaching that goal.

spencer takes the soft breaths blowing in his ear as a sign to keep going, and hooks a finger on the cloth to pull it aside. he runs a single digit up and down your slit, swiping by your entrance to gather the wetness to spread around. when he circles back to give your clit attention you shakily moan out his name and his arm grips you tighter around your waist. you feel his finger descend again and prods around for the entrance again before gently sliding in.

the last five minutes you had been praying repeatedly and silently in your head, please let it be different this time, please don’t let me ruin this perfectly great relationship, please let my body just do what it’s meant to do.

but your prayers are left unheard, and all you can feel is hot, burning pain.

it tears through you, a feeling incomparable to walking on fire rocks even. it’s overwhelming, all consuming, things you would typically describe a normal sexual experience but here your body was, in a cruel twist of fate by being on the complete opposite end of that spectrum.

most of all, it just fucking hurts. point blank, you don’t see it subsiding anytime soon. you hoped the sentiment of making this good for spencer would overtake the signals being sent to your pain receptors. but it doesn’t, it actually intensifies the emotional pain in your heart that you know will weigh on you once this is over.

spencer being the darling lover he is holding you so gently, and yet instead your body betrays his gentle loving touches and receives them with malice. 

how dare you?

after a couple minutes, you can’t take it anymore. the panic starts to rise in your chest— from the pain, the guilt, all crashing down like an avalanche preparing to leave you stranded in the rubble.

“spencer…” you grit out.

“yeah baby?” he hums.

“can we-, i think i need to…” you strain. the pain is spreading throughout your body like a forest fire, uncontainable and devastating.

spencer slows his ministrations and pulls back a little, noticing the faint red rings forming in your eyes from the unshed tears, “hey, what’s wrong?” he pulls out his finger complete, subtly wiping it on his pants (which you’ll gawk at later because, who is this man?). even after the removal it’s left you scorned, and you feel it breaking your resolve fast.

“are you okay?” spencer tries to peer into your eyes again, voice laced with worry and dread.

you open your mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. you’re in shock, you think. and you’re feeling a lot of emotions, too many emotions all huddled up in your head begging for control.

spencer sits still below you deeply concerned and confused, “sweetheart, what’s going on?” he desperately tries one more time.

you think your brain has finally settled on what to feel.

mortification.

you squeeze your eyes shut, harshly rubbing them with sweaty hands, “i’m okay, i’ll be right back.” and you don’t give him time to rebuttal as you swing off him and bolt to the bathroom in record speed. after you shut the door and lock it, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. and then everything else falls out too.

your arms clutch your stomach in distress as the panic settles in you, sliding down the wall as you sit on the floor with your knees tucked under your chin. tears blur your vision, and the deep breaths are counterintuitive as they seem to make you more and more lightheaded.

a faint knocking seems to cast a line to bring you back down, and another firmer knock solidifying it.

spencer softly says your name, “can we talk? i just want to know that you’re okay.”

a pang of guilty shoots up your heart and you let out a big sniffle inadvertently, and spencer finds an unknowingly matching pang shooting up his own heart.

“i’m sorry if i hurt you, sweetheart.”

that was the final blow, and you fully begin to sob on the bathroom floor. how selfish of a person were you to let him feel guilty for something that was entirely your fault?

“you didn’t do anything,” you say between cries, “i’m just, being weird.”

spencer isn’t convinced, “will you let me in?” he says softly.

you contemplate the outcomes. he comes in, you tell him about your irregularity, he gets upset with you for not telling him and because you don’t work. or you don’t let him in, he gets upset with you and your stubbornness, deciding it’s no longer worth it to deal with you and he leaves.

solid choices, you think.

swiping at the tears falling still, you think you can’t feel any lower than you do right now. so you reach up and unlock the door but don’t move to open it.

he hears the click of the lock turning and knows he has to open the door. the handle turns and spencer pokes his head through, “i’m coming in, okay?”

you don’t respond, your head still finding solace in your bunched up knees. you faintly hear the door creak open and a figure move in.

if spencer’s heart wasn’t clenching before, someone’s now got it in a death grip with how distraught you look is making him feel. he doesn’t enter your bubble, he doesn’t feel it’s appropriate at the moment. instead he sits in the open doorway, hoping it offers you a comfortable space to know that he’s there but not enough to overwhelm you.

you both sit in silence for what feels like forever, spencer knows it’s ten minutes and thirty two seconds, when you let out the smallest and faintest, “i’m sorry.”

“you didn’t do anything,” he immediately says, itching to move closer to you, “i just want to know what happened, angel.”

your eyes scrunch up in frustration, “ugh, it’s not-“ you falter, this was not how you pictured this conversation going.

he waits for you to continue. “i have this…thing.” you start.

“thing..?”

why does it feel so embarrassing to say out loud, he has three phds and hunts serial killers this cannot be the worst thing he’s heard.

it’s definitely the most vulnerable though.

you turn your body 180 degrees so you’re not facing him, thinking it would be easier to confess to him if he’s not staring you down, “when i like, put things down there… it hurts.”

“what kind of hurt?”

“it’s like a…really intense pain. that doesn’t go away.”

spencer ponders for a couple seconds, “is that what happened a couple minutes ago?”

you nod your head into your knees, letting the fresh hot tears wet your kneecaps. it’s humiliating.

he inches closer, “angel, did you think i was going to be mad?”

you sniffle, “are you not?”

a tentative hand rests on your back, “not at all,” he whispers, “i was just really worried about you.”

worried. people have been angry, apathetic, even sad (for themselves) when you told them. but never worried.

you suppose spencer reid has always been different, defying any preconceptions anyone previous had imposed on you. he always offered you kindness and love when you couldn’t find any for yourself. it was unfair, how much he loved you, and how you couldn’t show him how much you loved him back.

you clear your throat, “it just makes me feel…broken? to not be able to do the one thing my body is made to do. in the past it’s been a dealbreaker for a lot of people, and understandably so.”

spencer has moved to sit in front of you, inches away. he reaches a hand up to push a tendril of hair behind your ear, letting his palm rest upon your jaw. his eyes hold nothing but love, and he waits patiently for you to continue.

“i’m really sorry i didn’t say anything, i meant to tell you when we first started dating,” your voice gets higher as the emotion floods your throat, “but everything was going so good, i didn’t want to ruin it.”

you add one final blow before receding, “i thought when i told you, i would offer you an out to go sleep with some other girl just so you could have that experience.” you lament.

spencer lets your words sit in the air for a few moments before softly saying, “can i hold you?” 

he thinks it’s better to have you in his arms before he talks, because as much as his words could comfort you he thinks it can’t hurt for you to feel physically held together after all that’s torn you down.

if he wasn’t watching you so intently he would’ve missed the faint nod you give him. you’re scooped into his embrace with your head tucked under his chin and into his neck. he has one hand supporting your back and the other drawing letters into your thighs, and leans his chin to rest atop your head.

“first of all, please don’t ever feel like you have to ‘offer me an out’, especially for things that are really serious like this.”

“but it’s not fai-“ you try to argue.

“no. you can’t do that. you won’t do that. i don’t care what you’ve been told in the past, but loving and having you means holding every part of you, especially the ones you try to hide. i am not here to pick and choose what i want.”

he holds you the way you would a porcelain doll, achingly beautiful yet terrifyingly fragile.

“my sweet girl, you are not broken. i promise. penetration is not the end all for sex, and it’s not the only way to have sex. studies show that 75% of women feel pain during penetration, sometimes it can be related to stress or anxiety, which i’m sure on top of all that you deal with, that me leaving for cases all the time can’t help.”

he cups your cheek with his warm palm and angles your face to meet his eyes.

“what matters to me the most is that you feel good, and if you don’t feel good then it’s not worth doing in the first place.” he whispers, “if this is something you want to work on in the future, i will be there to help and support you however i can. but if you don’t want to do anything, i will still be there to support you. always. there is no dealbreaker for me, you are it.”

with red stained eyes you look up at him, “are you sure?”

“i’m sure,” he reinforces, “i love you. i don’t think a version of me exists where i am not loving you. you occupy an embarrassingly large amount of my brain, and there’s a lot of stuff in there.” you giggle and spencer feels flowers blooming in his chest.

you sigh and wrap your arms tighter around him, “i love you too, spence.”

you both sit in silence, basking in each others presence.

“you looked so beautiful tonight, i don’t think i told you when you came home.” he softly speaks, stroking your hair.

fiddling with a button on his shirt you reply, “thank you, honey. penny told me to buy that dress, said it’d drive you insane.”

he breathes out, “she was right. i don’t even know if i said anything to you, i was borderline delirious seeing you come home to me.”

you lean up to place a smiley kiss on his neck, “i’ll always come home to you, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“i think i’ll be having you forever.”

“woah,” you smirk, “that sounds borderline stalkerish. better be careful, my boyfriend’s an fbi agent.” 

spencer’s eyes narrow, “i could probably take him.”

“eh.”

“eh?”

[gor3-hound]

over again

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, dark content, heavy dub-con, forced ddlg, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, fingering, p in v, creampie, mentions of past drugging, daddy kink, lots of pet names

a/n: took me forever n ever to write this ahhh sorry :/ hope you all enjoy it !! feedback always appreciated !! hopefully the writers block will finally perish.

word count: 1.6k words

14 weeks. 98 days. 2352 hours.

Leon leaves the house at 7.30 am every morning, except for Sundays. From Monday to Thursday, he's home around 6 pm. On Fridays, he isn't home until around 9 pm. Saturdays are the worst because he's home just after lunch.

Usually, when he comes home, he goes to the bedroom and unlocks the door to let you out. He threads his hand in your leash to take you upstairs, giving you a kiss on your forehead as he takes you to the kitchen to eat a meal. He gives you your food on a pink, plastic princess plate with plastic cutlery, and cuts the food into bite size pieces. More often than not, he hand feeds you.

You don't fight it. You'd learned your lesson. You refused food from him once. For 2 out of your 14 weeks locked up in his home, he'd underfed you to the point of starvation until you were begging him to feed you. He sat you in his lap, cooing all sweet as you chewed and swallowed every mouthful he'd given you. That day was the first day he slept with you.

It wasn't all bad. He was sweet. Gentle. If you closed your eyes, you could pretend he was a loving boyfriend. Someone who cared for you, not the creep who'd snatched you from the street after you had a few too many drinks at your friend's party, promising you a better life, safe from the world.

But he isn't sweet, or nice, or kind. He didn't do this for you, despite what his twisted brain tells him. You can pretend all you want that he's something other than what he is, but it doesn't change what he is. A monster.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

“Where's my little princess?” Leon's asking as soon as he walks into the house, kicking his shoes off and hanging his jacket up at the door. You recently got free reign of the home for being on your best behaviour. Didn't even have to keep the leash attached to your collar anymore. Lucky you.

“Here, daddy.” You say meekly, poking your head out of the living room to approach him, fiddling awkwardly with the edge of your shirt. Head down, so he doesn't have to see the defeated expression on your face as you force out the words, swallowing thickly to hold back your tears.

“You have a good day, sweetheart? You do any coloring in those cute little books I got you?” Leon's hands come up to your cheeks, gently stroking his thumbs back and forth across your cheekbones. You shake your head, gritting your teeth to stop yourself from saying something.

“No? Why not, baby? You don't like them? I got the one with lots of kitties. Pretty girls like you like cute things, don't they?” He coos, squishing your cheeks in his hands to make your lips all pouty so he can lean down and give them a little kiss, letting out a loud ‘mwah’ as soon as his lips make contact.

“You eat at least? I left some food in a lunchbox for you.” You shake your head again, and this time it seems to elicit a worse reaction. His brows furrow, and his hand grips your face even tighter. “No? Silly baby… can't do anything without daddy, can you? Come on. Daddy'll feed you, cutie.”

He heats up some food for you and puts it on a plate. The pink, plastic princess plate. He sits you on his lap and feeds it to you from a fork. Pink, plastic fork. The routine is the same, no matter how much you wish for it to change. When you finish eating, he presses a tender kiss to your head and rocks you in his arms.

“Such a good girl. Good girls get rewarded, princess.” He murmurs, pressing soft kisses against the skin of your neck, trailing them up until he's nosing at the hair behind your ear. His hand slides up your thigh and under your skirt, his thumb swiping your swollen bud through the already damp fabric. It didn't matter if you didn't want it. Your body didn't seem to understand what was happening - all it knew was Leon made you feel good. You hated how compliant you got when he touched you, how any thoughts of defiance melted away.

You go limp when he touches you. Docile. You let him do what he wants to you, just like a good girl should. Back-talking daddy is a big no-no. He wrote that in big writing on the rule list that's pinned to the fridge. Escape didn't use to seem impossible, yet now the thought never even crossed your mind. You'd tried, but he kept a tight lock on you. You wouldn't be surprised to find out one of the many injections he gave you when you were unruly had a tracker in. He always seemed to know exactly where you were.

You whimper as he dips his hand under the waistband of your panties. He parts your puffy lips with practiced ease as he continues on with the next part of his routine. 98 days later and he's mapped every inch of your body perfectly - found out everything that has you keening under his touch. Your hips buck as he runs his fingertip between your folds, gathering slick before rubbing small circles into your clit.

“Poor, dumb baby. She's soaking me already. You couldn't make yourself feel good when daddy was gone, huh, sweetheart?” His words are followed up by a finger burying itself in your tight heat, curling to find that gummy spot that has you clenching around him and bucking your hips. “Pretty princess cunt's been drooling for me all day.”

A choked sob leaves you when he pulls his cock out and sits you on top of it. He pulls you down until he's buried to the hilt, groaning as you tighten around his length. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, peppering it with tiny little kisses. You can't help but cry whenever Leon fucks you. 98 days later and you still sob whenever he bullies your cervix with his dick. No matter how many times he makes you cum or makes you go dumb on his cock, it doesn't change anything. He took everything from you - your family, your friends, your job.

You hated yourself more than Leon. For letting him break your walls down. For clinging to him as he tightens his grip on your waist, manhandling you on his cock, lifting you up and down. For finding yourself missing him when he's at work.

“Love…love you, daddy…” Your words come out more like a cry, nose all runny and cheeks wet with tears as he fucks up into you, his head shifting to hang back in pleasure. His fingers dig into your waist as he hears the words, a breathy laugh leaving him as he smiles - all toothy and bright like it always is when you say that.

“Love you even more, princess.” He grunts out, leaning back on the seat to force himself deeper into your pussy, guiding your hips back and forth so you're grinding his cock inside of you, rubbing your pretty clit against his happy trail. You gasp at the sensation, your hands gripping into his shoulders as your brows furrow in pleasure.

“Daddy… daddy…” You gasp out as your orgasm hits, your lips parting as you gush all over him. The look on your face as you cum is enough to have his balls tighten, his teeth gritting as he starts to shallowly thrust into you once more, chasing his own release. You always cry when you cum, and Leon always kisses the tears away when you do, his lips pressing against the wetness on your cheeks repeatedly. Another part of the ritual, another moment repeating day after day.

“Want daddy to fill you up, sweet girl?” He grunts, nipping at your neck as he wraps his arms tight around your waist in a bear hug, holding you steady as he fucks up into your drippy cunt. “Gonna warm you up right in that cute lil’ tummy.”

His hips stutter as his orgasm hits him, his jaw going slack as he presses the tip of his cock right up against your cervix, filling you to the brim with his sticky cum. He slides a hand under your shirt, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into the skin of your tummy.

“That's it. Keep it all in, okay? Daddy doesn't want to see his little angel spill a single drop.” He says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He holds you there for a couple of minutes, cradling you against his chest until it's time to go to sleep.

Before bed that night, Leon ushers you into the bathroom. Like every night before this one, he gently grips your jaw with one hand as he stands behind you, his other hand gripping your pink princess toothbrush as he brushes your teeth, his eyes locked onto you through the mirror. At bedtime, he tucks you in and curls up behind you, spooning you with one hand on one of your tits, and the other wrapped tightly around your waist.

Tomorrow is a Friday. He wakes you up at 6.30 am with a kiss to your head as always, a warm cup of milk in one hand and your breakfast in the other. He feeds you off of a pink, plastic princess plate and presses a kiss to your lips before leaving at 7.30 am on the dot.

[hoshigray]

i’m not sure if you’re currently writing for ushijima but if you are/will, could u write something smutty about reader telling him that they have an oral fixation 🤞 (i haven’t really seen any of your works for ushijima so i’m quite curious about how you write him. love your toji works, btw! <3)

Mouth on Body Experience

Oml you're my first HQ!! request, noonie! :00 Tbh with you, I never posted any of my HQ!! works because it was during a time when I was on and off with writing (not to mention it was chara x chara stuff bc I wasn't into x reader stuff back then), so this surprised me when I saw it in my inbox, lol. But I love Ushijima sm, like he's so cool and is definitely one of my top characters in the entire series!! Hope I did him justice in my writing since it's been so long, ty for this prompt! o(≧▽≦)o

Also, s/o to my wonderful mootie, @cu7ie, for helping me out with this!! I hope your day is going swell and wish nothing but good vibes your way~~ ☆ mwah-mwah!!

Cw: Ushijima x reader - explicit content; minors DNI - oral (m! receiving)/blowjob + handjob; implied first time giving him a bj - teasing; biting/sucking on the body (reader exploring Ushi's body with their mouth) - humping + grinding - tiny overstimulation for Ushi - pet names (baby, love) - kissing/makeout session - minor ball worship - Ushi is a bit confused but supportive - will proofread later :P. Wc: 2.6k

You peek through the door to the bedroom, taking the silence into account despite knowing someone is occupying the space. He prefers silence anyway, so it's no surprise that the television isn't even on. The only things that bring life into the room are the warm colors of the sunset painting the walls and your boyfriend sitting on the edge of his bed.

Having Wakatoshi Ushijima as your boyfriend is one of the many mysteries to the world and you. As many outside observers would think, being in a relationship with the guy has been quite a journey. Not to say that is a bad thing, though. If anything, it's been going rather well.

Going into the relationship knowing you'd be dating one of the world's Olympic powerhouse volleyball players was intimidating enough. Yet, it's a different story actually meeting and talking with him in person, his fierce aura adequate to suffocate you then and there. But as the days go by and things calm down, you two slowly but surely feel comfortable in each other's presence. You start acting like a couple and expressing your love naturally.

You knock on the door, waiting for his permission before proceeding inside. When you hear his voice call to you, you move past the entrance and enter his room.

On the edge of the bed sat Ushijima in his usual comfortable house wear comprising of a plain white tee and sweatpants. His eyes focused on the item in his hands, a book that his eyes diligently skimmed from page to page. His concentration doesn't hinder until he notices you walking up to him, his face lifted slightly to look at your figure entirely.

"Hey," you greet him, to which he returns with an incline of his head. "What're you reading?"

"It's the book you left here last night," his deep voice still has you hard to believe, but it's become a welcoming timbre in your everyday life and is now something you love to hear. "I saw the reviews on the back and it had me interested."

You lift a brow. "You read the reviews on the cover?"

He lifts a brow in return. "Are they meant to be ignored?"

The giggle is stifled, trying to exit your lips. So thorough. "No, no, you can read them. Most people will read because of a cover or if the writer is their favorite." Your boyfriend watches you sit beside him, leaning against his shoulder as he returns to his reading. I bet he's gonna read the author's notes at the end when he's done.

You chuckle at your own joke, but Ushijima doesn't pay any mind, just putting an arm around your waist to keep you close to him. The two of you relish in each other's company; the warm hues peeking through the window blinds cover your backs with an imperceptible blanket of warmth.

With the rise and fall of his shoulder, you bask in the sun's dying glow while your breathing syncs with the man next to you. This moment almost fills you with peace, embracing the domestic feel within this space between you and your boyfriend.

But, again, it almost does the job. Because you remember why you even came into his space in the first place and the butterflies in your stomach party to your dreadful dismay.

You peer up to look at Ushijima, who keeps reading until you call for his attention. "Hey, Toshi?" His olive eyes flicker to you when you use his nickname, and your heart skips a bit when he immediately shifts his engagement to you. "C-Can I kiss you?" You don't know why you stammered around your words; it was a simple request, nothing too extreme. It's not like you two have never kissed before, but the idea in your head makes it nerve-wracking.

The tall man displays no reaction outside of a slight lift of a brow, but no words are needed when he places the book down by his side and his hand rest on your soft cheek. Your eyes instinctively close when his face decreases the gap between you, and firm, smooth lips land on your plump own. Just when you would sink into his touch, he withdraws himself from you, leaving a tiny whimper to exit your mouth.

"Can..." Your hand finds its way to the big one on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek's surface. "Can I have another?"

Again, he doesn't use his words, just inclining his head towards you to kiss you. It's a few seconds longer than the last before he removes himself again, only for you to grip his shirt to restrict him. "Another, please..." your voice dials to a whisper, and a soft moan is shared when his lips return to yours. He retires again. "Anoth—"

Before long, Ushijima shushes your pleas with kisses without further approval. His hands bring you closer to him, and — before you know it — he's now on his back to the bed with you straddling him. Large palms roam around your waist and hips while you kiss him back, slowly venturing further down with each hump of the hips to gently grasp your ass.

There's no point in restraining the moans that naturally flee out of your mouth. This is what you wanted; this is what you came to the room for.

Well, to be specific, it's leading to what you came here for.

Throughout this relationship, you have yet to disclose your oral fixation. Perhaps it's because being with a man like Ushijima still intimidates you to share your sexual interests with the man. Nonetheless, it's something you've been longing to share with him. There have been instances where it would sneak in through your intimate moments, yet you choose to stop yourself and not ruin the atmosphere with your boyfriend.

So you've resorted to relinquishing this craving with activities to keep you busy: the usually chewing gum, biting or sucking on your tongue, or chewing on your nails.

Regardless, today is the day you try to initiate this part of your being with Ushijima. You've been dying to have your mouth on his body for the longest time — especially with how attractive and well-built the man is has been driving you crazy.

It all excites you, enthralls you. However, you snap back to reality when you hear a hot groan from the man you're straddling, realizing you're still kissing him. To your horror, finding yourself sucking on his tongue, you quickly exit off the bed. Heavy pants from the two of you fill the bedroom, and your wide eyes look into his hooded dirty gold ones.

"I-I'm so sorry, Toshi!" You're quick to throw apologies his way. "I got a little ahead of myself!"

"Mmm. It's fine." He nonchalantly reassures you, wiping the spit on his lips with the back of his hand.

Yet, you continue to ramble on. "No, really, sorry about that! I got a little carried away. I was thinking too much..."

"Thinking about what?"

Oh shit.

Now why the hell would you put yourself out like that? "Huh?" You try to play dumb despite understanding it won't work on him.

Ushijima exhales through his nose before hoisting himself up from the bed. "It's pointless to back out of something when you're the one who's done it." His blunt words hit like knives to your figure, internally groaning as he stands up in front of you. "What's on your mind, Y/n?"

Oh fuck, I've done it now. There is no way out of this; you'll have to tell him what's been troubling you recently.

"I...I wanna—Okay. So, I have this thing with my mouth, right?" You can tell the expression on Ushijima's face doesn't coincide with the supportive nod. "It's like...It's a habit of mine where I use my mouth on stuff to stimulate myself?" At this point, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Just get this over with, me! I can't take it!!

"So, I've been thinking of...you know," your mind and gut are doing gymnastics, toying with your uncomfortableness to this entire situation. "I want to use my mouth...on your body...."

Olive brown brows furrow and you quickly sprout more nonsense. "Th-That's unless you're okay with it! If you don't think you're okay with it or you feel discomfort, then I won't be hurt in any way! It's totally up to you because I can just—"

"Y/n." Your rambles are muted by the use of your name, his brows still scrunched with an indistinct expression. "I'm not following: why would you want to use your mouth on my body?"

"Well, because," your face gets hot by the second: not just from you revealing your secret, but also your boyfriend asking questions. "I like your body, Toshi. Especially with how nice your physique is, I just kinda want to...play with it a little? Make you feel good..."

Ushijima's facial expression molds to a softer tone when you confess to him, and his eyes drift to the side as if he's searching for the right words to say. It makes you anxious with how in-depth he's taking this into heart, so you squeak when his goldish orbs return to you. "Is it something that I can help with?"

"Umm, yes, yeah!" Confirmation stammers out your lips. "I mean, as long as you're up for it."

He places his hands on your waist to bring you close to him. "I am."

He looks at you with hooded eyes, and the romantic tension from before fills the room. "Yeah?" Your voice winds down to a murmur.

"Yeah." His voice lowers as his head comes down to you, and your lips once again welcome the feel of his.

And with that, Ushijima finds himself back on the bed with you on top of him. You carry more confidence than previously as your kisses become more passionate and hot, teeth bumping into each other and you nibbling on his lip, resulting in abrupt groans.

Your hands venture down to the hem of his shirt, hesitantly raising it inch by inch. And Ushijima notices your desire for access, and a big hand engulfs yours and lifts the shirt to reveal his abdomen and pectorals.

Kisses from the mouth trail down to his neck and clavicle, and he tries to stop himself from moaning to your sweet touches. Your lips pepper all that's exposed to you, quick licks onto his pecs, and gentle bites on his nipples. It's evident now that the man is enjoying your actions, limiting the pleasure in his voice while his hands stick to your waist as his hips rock with yours.

Your hand sneaks down from his well-defined abs to his pelvis, fingers intruding under the band of his sweatpants and brushing against the soft material of his briefs that shield his now erect cock from your mere fingertips. Ushijima hums with his baritone voice, large palms dare calm down to your butt and knead the flesh, and you purr to his firm grasp.

"May I use my mouth?" It was a tiny suggestion, yet there was a distinct connotation. You haven't ever given your boyfriend a blowjob before, so this was new waters you were treading cautiously with. Nevertheless, he surprises you with a nod, egging you on to resume. A feeling of giddiness corrupts your senses, placing chaste kisses on his nipple down to his abs, and Ushijima has his hand on your head the further you go to his lower region.

You're now on your knees on the floor as you pull his sweatpants and underwear to his thighs, and the image of his erection springing out in front of your eyes has you practically drooling in anticipation. Every crevice, every dent, and every vein of his dick is mesmerizing to the eyes, and your curiosity gets the best of you when his body jerks at your hands grazing his balls. How vulgar.

"Hmmm, Y/n, love," he calls to you with whimpers — a rarity to hear but beautiful to the ears. "Go easy on me..."

And you just give him a lovely smile before you move a hand on his cock, stroking the length in a slow but firm motion. He jolts to your grasp, throwing his head back and sinking into the mattress as your palm slides up and down his limb. It gets worse for him when he feels your tongue flicks on his balls, sucking on his sack prompts moans of bliss to substitute the silence of the room.

The summer sun continues to descend, the waning heat losing its touch in the room. But the warm sensation of your mouth on his shaft has Ushijima's skin hot to the touch, his hands gripping the comforter beneath him. And he hisses when he senses the work of your tongue on the tip of his couch, lapping on the sensitive glands while simultaneously stroking him and massaging his sack.

Your cheeks go hollow when you take the head to your mouth, relaxing your jaw as you gradually suck all of him at your own pace. Your boyfriend has to bite on his lip and try to not buck his hips toward you. But it feels so fucking good when the velvety walls of your throat accommodate his girth and size; your wet muscle on the underside of his dick sends electric waves every time it brushes up and down from your bobbing gesture.

As for you, it feels like you're under an ecstatic spell as you work your way to the base of his cock with every suck. The cockhead hits the back of your throat at a delicious angle that you mewl on the member, eyes shut to fully enjoy the experience and commotion between your lips. Tears start to prickle, spit and drool coat his shaft, and your brain goes foggy when his musk blocks your nostrils. The throbbing sensation between your legs gets unbearable by the second, and you grind your thighs together to ease your lust.

Ushijima has done well trying to maintain his steel composure; however, no matter how he tries, he soon succumbs to the warm and pleasurable feeling of your throat when he thrusts into your oral cavity at a reasonable tempo, going faster and faster when the notion of his release crawls up within him.

"Haaaah, ahhhh—Mmmph!" Moans fly out from his mouth, no longer attempting to keep this from escaping. "Dove, I'm about to cum in your—Hnnngh!! Ahhh, shit, shit," and he grabs your head to keep you steady as he ruts into your throat. The orgasm hits the both of you, and a few deep strokes result in him shooting his load inside you, forcing you to drink all he gives you.

And you happily do so, waiting for his thighs to stop jerking as you take in every bit of his essence. Once he's done ejaculating, you slowly remove yourself from his sock, a soft pop evidence of you two no longer connected. You swallow and gulp any remainder of his load before climbing back onto the bed to lay beside Ushijima, who turns to his side to survey you thoroughly with half-lidded eyes.

You sigh with a smile. "Enjoyed yourself?"

While his hand caresses your cheek, he hums as his response. "Did you?"

"Yes, very much so. Thank you, Toshi." You start to feel drowsy as the room becomes dark, the warm colors of the sunset dulling as the moon sheds light.

"Of course, dove."

[sanspuppet]

Hey! I know your hard hours are currently closed but you can take your time on this request I'll be patient hehe but i need YOU to write this because you're lowkey my favourite writer 🤭 but anyway could I request a san smut where y/n gets horny from reading a sex scene from a book 👀 hehe tanku ;))

San x afab!reader

W/T: lot of dirty talk (yay), kind of daddy kink, pet names (sweetheart, baby, kitten), unprotected sex (👎🏻), breeding kink

A/O: ahww thank you anon! i really appreciate it mwah <33 i hope you can like it!

Your legs shut intensely as soon as the novel you’ve been reading comes to an end. Fuck if it was a masterpiece that book, the chemistry between the two lovers caught your attention until the last sentence of the very last page. Less to say it, you almost forgot your own existence reading the scene when the two got finally to make out, they whispered little dirty things to each other ears, groped every part of their bodies, before having the most romantic and wild sex you could have ever experienced. You closed the book, placing it next to your side. Your legs were crossed and your stare lost in thin air.

“What got you so exited, sweetheart?” San was heading towards you, with a slight smirk growing on his face, his dimples popped out of his cheeks.

“W-What? What are you talking ‘bout?” you looked at him sitting next to you on the couch, lips parted because you were still regaining consciousness from the book.

“Look at you, baby” panic and shame flowed through your veins, as he pointed the dark stain on your gray shorts.

Fuck.

“You must have liked that novel so much, am i right?” his left hand rested on your inner thigh, caressing it gently. He wasn’t really expecting a reply, though. “Was the sex scene better than our personal ones, baby?” he enjoyed teasing you for sure.

Actually, you liked very much having sex with him, but at only the thought of him fucking you the way you just read, you were throbbing. Which he immediately noticed because of your light clothes.

“Tell me how should i fuck you, then.” he got close to your ear, his thumb rubbed against your lower lip. “Do it for me, kitten” he planted a kiss on your burning cheeks.

“Grope me San, please” you didn’t want to sound too much desperate, but the timbre of your voice couldn’t lie to him. San quickly picked you up so easily that you seemed weighting just as much as a feather.

He threw you onto the bed, his hands found their ways under you t-shirt. “Yeah i see, you want me to touch your soft skin, leave bruises and hickeys all over it?” San squeezed your tits, capturing your lips in his. “I can’t wait to be inside you, you’re so wet i can see it.” One of his hands went down your body, once he reached your panties, he slided one finger under them, rubbing it against your sobbing cunt. Pathetic mumbles left your mouth, your nails were already scratching his back.

“I need this pussy so bad, i wanna give you my babies and stuff you full.” The innocence in his voice was (to say the least) out of tune with the actual meaning of his words. San didn’t hesitate much to drag down your lower-half clothes and shove two fingers inside your sloppy hole.

“Fuck! San!” you breathed out, moaning at the feeling of his fingertips swirling inside your pussy. He spanked your hip harshly with his free hand. “You know how to call me”

He left a hickey on your pelvis. “Say you love me, baby” he kept biting on your skin, as he prepared your cunt to take his big cock, pumping in you with his fingers first. “Say you want me to be filled up by my cum.”

“Y-yes daddy, i want that. Want it so bad” you kind of hated how pathetic and needy you sounded, but oh fuck if he knew how to foreplay.

“Good girl. You’re stretched enough, ready to take it?” San pulled out and dragged his boxers down. His dick was extremely hard and you could tell he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Before you’re too fucked out to even speak, any other particular from the book?” he parted your legs to make room for himself.

“Just fuck me dumb, please.”

“Gonna drive you cockdrunk, kitten, i know you like to” San lubricated his tip, rubbing it against your soaking folds, before sliding inside you all at once. His hands pinned your hips down, stopping you from every move as he started to thrust in you with all of his force. His pounds were deep and decisive, searching for your g-spot.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Right there, t-there. Daddy” you whined out as soon as you felt his cockhead kissing your core. He sped up his pace, pounding rougher, making you tearing from pleasure.

“Take it, just like that. You’re tight pussy’s squeezing me so well” he leaned over you to inhale your sweet scent, the perfume you wear every day that he bought for you, he loved smelling it on you. San giggled in the crook of your neck, then he bit on your burning skin to repress a moan. “Fuck baby, it’s so wet that’s so easy to thrust into it, im not gonna last long”

Your hands cupped his cheeks, planting a messy kiss on his lips. “Please, cum with me, i’m so close daddy” He grunted highly in pleasure, his thrusts got faster but also sloppier. The squelching sound made him so fucking horny, your moans were like music to his ears.

“Yeah? You’ close? Then fucking take my cum.”

San did a few last thrust into your soaked cunt, before you could feel his warm seed flowing into you. He didn’t stop though, he kept pounding to spurt it deeper inside you. His hands caressed every inch of your body, as he murmured praises to your ear:

“Did so well for me, always taking it all. Such a good little girl, aren’t you? You’re so pretty like this.” he layed next to you, leaving sweet kisses all over your neck and face.

“Now tell me, was it better than that book?”

[h0ney-mochi]

It has been some time since my last ask, but happy new years!! (15 days late woohoo)

But I have an idea (hehe) nsfw content, though. Blindfolded Wanderer and Xiao being jerked off and from behind by the reader, and they're receiving a bunch of marks and hickeys on their neck + shoulders wahahhaha

And we're overestimulating them. Why? Well, Wanderer's bratiness is self-explanatory. Xiao on the other hand, maybe him and reader live at the Inn together and kept receiving noise complaints, and instead of not having seggs, reader kinda js punishes him by making it even harder for him to stay quiet 💀

Just an idea lol, have a wonderful day <333 mwah

Overstimulating as punishment !

Characters: Xiao, Wanderer x reader (separate)

NSFW/SMUT CONTENT (overstimulation (duh), marking/biting, blindfold, begging, dacryphilia sorta on wanderer's, reader shoves fingers in xiao's mouth lol, rather short scenarios, wanderer gets called scara)

Summary: Jerking them off while they're blindfolded due to one being a brat and the other being loud <3

A/n: Sorry for taking such a long time on this- but ah, happy late new years! These two sound so cute when you're overstimulating them aahhh they're begging you to stop, slow down, whatever, but will you? No. They need a lil lesson <3

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

Xiao

Yes, he was aware that you two had gotten another noise complaint. He felt embarrassed about it.. Jeez, how many people heard you and him? Again..?

He could tell you weren't happy about it, but you immediately changed your expression to a smile. You just say that you two should be more quiet, you know?

That's what you said last time and before it. Except this time your smile seemed different. Your touches as well. You had something on your mind. Xiao wasn't sure if he should be worried or..

Well, all those thoughts dissapear when his back is against your chest. You're putting a blindfold around his eyes, kissing his cheek from behind. "Let's be quieter, okay?"

...

He's biting his lip, trying to be more silent, but he still fails miserably when you jerk his dick. You leave kisses on his neck before sucking on a spot, leaving another mark and speeding up your hand.

His head falls back on your shoulder, hands holding onto the sheets below him. Meanwhile you suck another dark hickey onto his neck.

Xiao moans loud when he cums, you slowing down just a little. He groans, catching his breath, but that's when you speed up again It makes him jolt, starting to gasp, hand immediately going to hold onto your arm.

"Stop, wai- that's, ah-! too much!!'' He moans, trying to move. You chuckle, sucking another dark mark on his neck, continuing to jerk him off while he moans high, louder than usual. You pull away after finishing a mark, whispering, "Oh, but you'll have to endure it. You're always being a little too loud, Xiao, and we get these noise complaints."

He whines, gripping your hand, thighs closing. You put a hand between them, pulling them back. "Ah ah, don't do that. Be a good boy and stay quiet, okay?''

"I'm sorry-! Fuck, ah- fuck, it won't happen aga-AH- again, 'm sorry! Fuck- slow down, [name], fuck slow down, please, too much toomuch-!" "Hm," you hum, going to jerk his tip, making him tremble, "Be more quiet." Xiao tries, biting his lips, turning his head away, but fuck! Is it hard.

You're touching him too good, too quick, too loud. His other hand goes up to his mouth, just so he could be muffled. That's no fun.

So you pull it away, holding it tightly. He whines, trying to close his mouth again. "Where's the fun if you can easily put a hand on your mouth?" You whisper, kissing his shoulder, "Find another way, pretty."

Xiao is trying to move away from you again, it's too much, but fuck.. it feels good. He turns his head to try hiding his moans in your shoulder. You smirk at his attempts.

You take your hand away from his wrist and tell him to turn his head away from your shoulder. He does, with a whine. You shove your fingers in his mouth, laughing. His noises slightly become quieter as he sucks on your fingers, moaning against them.

Xiao's still shaking in your hands, trying to beg you to slow down. Yet all you can feel is his tongue on your fingers and hear slurred words. You suck another bruise on his neck before whispering in his ear.

"Psh, you're cute, look at you. A mess."

Wanderer

Another day of traveling, another day of Wanderer being a bitch. You know how it is. Both of you were rather tired from trying to find some kind of material for your cooking, so you returned to the current location you two were staying at.

You were fed up with his attitude from today, and you just wanted a break, when suddenly a good idea popped in your mind. Enough of Wanderer being a bitch to you, saying how you still need to learn to properly fight, how the material you're looking for is stupid, wondering why you're so quiet and disturbing your concentration. The usual.

When he pulls you towards him, indulging you in a kiss, and more, you know — plan is in action, for sure. .. He did roll his eyes on you wanting to blindfold him. But let you do it, of course.

...

He sighs when your touch is where he needs it. Jerking him off, you leave gentle kisses on his neck, making Wanderer groan. Then you bite him, just how he likes it. Bites from you. The feeling of your breath on his skin and you leaving marks has him tremble a little, for he can't see it.

His head falls on your shoulder when you speed up, moans becoming more frequent. You bite at his neck, another dark hickey on his skin. Wanderer's hands go to your legs, trying to ground himself, Archons, you make him feel too good.

He bucks his hips in your hand, curses falling past his lips. When he cums all over your hand, you slow down a bit, have him breathe. You didn't wait too long. You start jerking him again, making him suddenly moan.

"Wai- what are y- fuck, agh—! Stop, AH-" he's trying to move away, but you don't let him, wrapping your other hand around his waist. "Ah, you didn't think I'd stop right there, did you?" Your voice makes him tremble as his head falls onto your shoulder again.

"Stop- fuck, s- slow down, mmmh—!" His voice goes higher, moans turning into desperate noises and gasping. "You've been a brat all day, Scara. Seriously you didn't think I'd do what you want right now?" You say and go back to leaving more bruises on his skin.

Soon enough, when you look at Wanderer, you notice wet streaks on his cheeks. You can't help but chuckle against his skin, going to jerk around his tip. "You're crying, huh?" You whisper, "You're full of surprises. Where's that previous attitude?"

Wanderer's hands grip your legs as he starts to beg, swallowing all pride he had left. "Please— slow down, AH- stop, fuck, I'll-! mmmh, I'll be good, please—!"

"Don't you think it's a little too late to beg?"

Thank you for the request and thank you for waiting !

© h0ney-mochi 2023 / Please don't copy or repost my work and writings! <3

[ddejavvu]

lover! i’m turning 20 in a month and i have a special request ……..

i usually don’t ask for anything on my birthday but you are my fav and your fics are my fav and i was hoping you would consider writing me a lil bday peter parker smut fic !! like old times :,,,) because truly no other writer makes me feel the way u do and i would like to experience true, filthy joy on my bday </3

as always no pressure- i am grateful just for your existence and i will enjoy my 20th nonetheless. but if you decide to…. a smutty lovely perfect fic from you would truly make it the best bday ever.

so this is my request, a month in advance to give u plenty of time <3 ily ily ily mwah mwah mwah

always yours !! 🪐

happy birthday my sweet baby!!!! you are so precious to me, you've always been so kind and sweet to me and my writing that i can't help but adore you just as much <3333 i hope you have a fantastic 20th, and i hope you're feeling better and not so sick!!! i hope this is everything you wanted and more <33

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Let the record show that Peter does not need to smear cake icing over your tits to want to suck them. In fact, he's spent many a night drooling down your chest, moaning and groaning against the heated flesh of your breasts. Tonight, though, is special, because tonight is your birthday.

He reaches blindly behind him to find the cake you'd made together, hand running into it faster than expected. It stains his entire hand sticky with the white icing, but he takes an extra large dollop on his pointer finger, smearing his hand over your stomach while keeping the single finger elevated. You watch him entranced, breath vacating your lungs and leaving you dazed as he paints your skin with sugar.

Once the rest of his hand is clean, and your stomach is his next target, he reaches up to press his finger into your open mouth, relishing the feeling of your smooth, soft tongue curling wetly around his finger to lick the icing off. Your stomach is calling his name, soft and sweet and smeared in frosting, but he can't help leaning up for a kiss. His tongue slides smoothly over yours, lapping at the sugary icing as his nose presses into your cheek. You arch at the contact, pushing your belly into his own and probably sticking frosting to his skin. He's sure you won't mind the treat, either.

He holds the side of your face, forgetting that his hand is still partially sticky. And you squirm when his finger dots icing into your hair. He breaks away panting, licking his lips clean of the sugary frosting and moving to press wet kisses to your cheek. He trails up the line of frosting, apologizing softly into your hairline at the dollop stuck to the strands. Later he'll run you a bath and let you melt into him while he washes your hair, but for now he's hellbent on cleaning you off with his tongue, not with soap and water.

"Sorry," He breathes, trailing his sticky kisses back down your face and dotting them over your lips in staccato, "Sorry, I- I forgot my hand was sticky. I got distracted."

"I know," You giggle breathlessly, chest shaking slightly, "Your eyes are glazed over, Pete."

"Stooop," He whines, snuggling his burning cheeks against your skin as he buries his face in your neck, "It's just- mm-fuck, this- this feels like my birthday present, sweetheart."

He punctuates his words with a flick of his tongue over your smooth skin, and your breath hitches. He licks a wet trail down your throat, over your collarbones, and back to your tits, pursing his lips around your nipple and suckling, the distant taste of frosting residue flooding his mouth.

"No, no it's-" Your hips lift slightly when his hand plants itself between them for leverage, and he gets the memo, thumbing gently at your clit through your panties, "It's mine! It's definitely- fuck, my present. God, Peter, you're so- aah! So good!"

"Sweet girl," He hums against your skin, flattening his tongue one last time over your nipple before breaking the suction, pulling back and licking down your stomach. His tongue leaves ticklish trails of spit shimmering in its wake, smeared between globs of frosting that he makes quick work of. The feeling only adds to the gush of slick you feel pooling in your cunt, that Peter's about to release as he thumbs at your panties.

The second he feels the fabric beneath his fingers grow wet, having pressed slightly harder against your slit than before, he groans. Deep and low, gutturally against your stomach. He leaves a wet kiss just below your belly button, swallowing hard so that the sugar from the frosting doesn't interfere with what he's about to taste. He uses your thighs as a pallet cleanser, dipping his head between them to suck and lick at the sensitive flesh.

Maybe it's the birthday excitement, or maybe it's the sight of your body smeared in stiffening spit and frosting, still warm, or maybe it's the rolling motions Peter holds tight to your clit with his thumb, but whatever it is, you know you're already halfway to cumming.

The second his tongue hits your slit you moan, bucking your hips against his face as he chases to keep up with you. He's like a man starved, head darting to follow your aching cunt wherever your hips send it. He locks you down with a hand over your thigh, the other still thumbing at your clit.

"You taste- hnngh," Peter groans into your cunt, tongue going slack as he nearly blacks out at your taste, "-Better than the frosting, sweetheart."

"Please," You whimper, tugging at his soft brown hair, "I need- more, I need more, Peter, please!"

"Mhm," He nods, nose bumping your clit at the same time his thumb circles it. You cry out, feeling his thick tongue lap fervently at the slick coating your cunt.

It's like he's making out with your cunt, tongue sliding this way and that in repeated, calculated strokes. You feel each and every one in your very core, adding to a burning ball of fire that'll explode at a moment's notice. When Peter switches his mouth to your clit and his fingers to your cunt you nearly faint, feeling the pucker of his lips around the sensitive spot while his fingers press to your core.

The steady pumping of his fingers, in and out, in and out, in and out, coupled with his tongue sliding hot and wet around your clit, then flattening against it, have bliss rising rampantly below your belly. It approaches like a wave, a tsunami that Peter sees coming from the stiffening of your legs.

"Come on," He croons, speaking against your clit, "Go ahead, sweetheart. Let go, okay?"

His soft, sweet words are almost comical when paired with his devious actions. But it doesn't mean they don't have your legs trembling, and you let yourself fall victim to the tsunami, trying not to crush his head between your thighs as you cum.

He's an expert on your body, and his fingers guide you steadily and mind-numbingly through your orgasm. He's still on your clit, though, and it's starting to burn with overstimulation. He seems to sense it, pulling back slowly and pressing one last fond kiss to it before dipping his head back down to lick you clean.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart." He murmurs, vibrations rolling through your cunt in shockwaves that make you whimper.

Your heavy breathing is the only sound accompanying the squelching of his tongue in your wet cunt. He backs off only when you start whining about being too sensitive, though he'd love to tongue-fuck you for hours.

"Okay," He stands, his own legs shaky and a bulge prominent in his jeans, "Bath time now?"

You sit up slowly, head spinning as you lift it from your pillow. It means you're at eye-level with his abdomen, and you lean in to sloppily lick a smear of frosting away.

"Mhm," You nod, mouthing lazily at his abs, "And- and cake."

Peter looks warily at the dessert, frosting askew and mostly gone, "Uh, yeah baby, but let's refrost it first, okay?"

All you can do is nod, lips still parted against his skin, "Will you feed it to me? 'M too tired."

"Of course I will," Peter lets out a breathy laugh, stroking his fingers through your hair as you clean his stomach off, "Anything for the birthday girl."

[hythlodaes]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love💗 (hi gigi MWAH!)

tysm azia <333 this got a lil long, but it was so fun and encouraging !!!

In Your Blood - Emile/Estinien

“Concern yourself naught, Warrior of Light, just up ahead here.” He gestures to one of the towers before them, its silhouette rising in the dark. They don’t speak as they ascend the steps that wind up the perimeter, but they make quick work of the climb with their long strides. At the top, the whole world opens to them, a sea of forgotten ruins under the moonless night, still shining, still alive. 

A feeling rises in Emile’s chest, something like awe that trembles through him with the cold. It loosens the weight in the back of his mind, and the two of them stand together, shoulder to shoulder, leaning over the stone parapet. He looks over at Estinien, ponytail swaying with the breeze, clear eyes lined in silver—he’s like a ghost, like something came back to life but only halfway, and it makes sense somehow, the whisper of him, starlight tracing the hard line of his lips. For a second, for just one fleeting moment, Emile wonders what it would be like to meet his mouth with his own. 

On Your Mind - Emile/Estinien

It’s like this:

There are kisses that burn, ones full of desire and need—all consuming and powerful. There are kisses meant to comfort, ones that feel safe, that say, I can’t fix this, but I’m here with you. And then there are kisses like this, that happen in simple moments, that come merely from sharing space together, with only one real meaning behind it. 

Emile parts his mouth against his, lingering in the fading but still warm sun, and this kiss feels like home. 

I love you, comes to mind so, so easily. 

Until We Get It Right - Emile/Estinien

He thinks Emile’s the only person that knows this side of him. He’s the only person he’d let see this side of him. They’re in this together, and sometimes that feels like a vow of its own. They’re married to their vengeance, and they will see it through or they will die—they would rather walk through hell than leave the crimes against them unanswered.  

It’s something only they can understand now, and as much as they rile against each other, it binds them together. 

This Fire is Bound to Burn - Emile/Estinien

“Emile,” he says, his voice like gravel, and it’s then that he tilts his head up to meet his gaze. He doesn’t say anything else, and all they can do is watch each other as the silence continues to fill the space between them and wear at Emile’s heart. I’m trying to understand, he wants to say, always this same feeling again and again, and tonight it sits heavily within him. He clings to it, searching Estinien’s gray eyes dulled by the night, but the answer is still just out of reach. 

Estinien’s shoulders deflate, and the moment passes. Still, a small smile pulls at the corners of his lips. “Goodnight.” 

Please. 

Emile nods. “Goodnight.” 

Ivy and Twine - Revan/Malak

She doesn't know what to say, but it doesn't matter. Malak reaches over, his hand finds hers in the dim light, and he threads their fingers together. Her heart continues to pound away, and this is it, isn't it? This is the now before the never.

Finally, Revan looks at him. His eyes are steady on her, but they narrow when she curls her legs up so she can kneel beside him on the couch. She brings her other hand up to meet their embrace, and the dark covers him as her fingertips ghost over his cool skin, stretching out his fingers so she can line hers up with his, palm to palm.

"Tell me" she says, and don't his eyes look so dark right now? The shadows pool in the hollow spaces of his skin but she can see the intensity in his stare. "Please...just tell me what I'm missing."

[crimsalwaysawake]

Speedrunning multiamory march!

Day One: Kiss

I am the only writer for krerdsei it is painful.

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"Kris… I want you to kiss me."

Kris looked over from across their bed. There, Ralsei was clinging onto them, his paw gently on their cheek.

Kris held in a yawn and complied with Ralsei's wish, pecking him on his furry cheek.

"Berdly's gonna be… jealous… I think…" Kris muttered, finally letting that yawn seep through and consume them.

Ralsei followed through with his own yawn before replying, "I'll kiss him next."

"He's probably working, or something right now." Finally, Kris sat up. "You can try."

Despite looking more tired than days where he, Kris and Susie had to do prophecy-related things, Ralsei sat up as well and smiled deviously at Kris, "do you want to join me?"

Kris nodded.

Come on, come on! Was this person seriously cheating?

Berdly groaned. He had spent a good hour or two… or maybe four… preparing for this streamed event match of Earth of Electric Vehicles: Online (Deluxe Edition)™️.

Some novice was spamming attacks his way and clearly seemed like they only had prepared for five minutes! It was ridiculous how this person had gotten this far into the rounds!

(He was not going to acknowledge the fact that maybe this person was actually just better than him and they weren't actually spamming.)

Both his and their electric vehicles were on their last bits of health points.

He almost had them.

It would be perfect, just as long as he didn't get distracted by anything-

"Mwah!"

Berdly felt a fuzzy mouth kiss his feathered cheek, and a smoother mouth kiss his other.

The game flashed him with a GAME OVER screen, which he'd normally be mad about.

But here, he didn't care.

He looked over at Kris, who seemed to be hiding a laugh from the defeat.

He then looked over at Ralsei, who was going in for the hug.

"Alright, alright, you two have swoon me over," Berdly announced which standing up, "I shall join you both."

They walked back to bed.

[winterwhisperz-blog]

Okay okay okay okay so so so so

I’ve never rlly does these before but I am in dire need of more Kuras content so 😇

I apologize if these are dumb, or have been done before- I consume a lot of media and also can’t remember what I have had for breakfast so I might accidentally repeat stuff I’ve seen.

ALR

HERE WE GO

Are u ready…

please sound more enthusiastic, I need you to go: YEAHHHH LES GOOO

Ahem ahem

We’ll work on it.

Kuras x Mc headcanons

Warnings: None? Unless you’re like me and swoon so easily you accidentally hit ur head on your writer’s desk. There’s a price to pay by being too dramatic you know.

KURAS WEARING HIS GLASSES WHILE READING A BOOK TO YOU.

Imagine, you’ve had a really rough day, you’re overwhelmed, exhausted, your head is pulsing with an incoming headache—

—and you walk through the door and Kuras turns to you with a small smile, opening his mouth to greet u before he takes in your condition. INSTANTLY, he gets some tea going, a hot bath, some comfy pajamas, and after all that, he sits down, golden glasses resting atop his nose, book in hand. He pats his lap and while you rest your head down while he reads to u iN THE MOST CALMING LOW VOICE. Mwah mwah, perfection. Thank you Angel husbando.

And before you completely drift off into dream land, you feel the soft, plushy feel of his lips on your forehead that shoos the headache away.

AHHHHHHHH

ALRIGHT MOVING ON

You know that lore that’s like…’if ur left(or right?) ear rings, an Angel is trying to talk to you?

That happens to u every time Kuras is desperately wanting to speak with you but he’s either too busy, or you’re too busy to chat at the moment.

And when he falls for u, it starts happening way more frequently. Like, you’re taking a sip of your coffee or tea or whatever, and suddenly your ear goes EEEEEEEEEEEEE

Dang that was funky

But then it happens again when you’re at work, when you’re talking with one of the other LI or friends, when you’re picking up dinner, WHEN YOU’RE TRYING TO FRICKIN SLEEP >:0

It gets to be such a bother that you HAHAH, actually go see Kuras about it. You walk in like, ‘Kuras, my man, can u please check up on my ear, it’s been buzzing nonstop.’

And after some questions, he starts to realize…oh dang, has he really been thinking about you that much? Dang, what a simp he has become. That’s his true monster form all along. A massive, mullet haired simp.

He does find a way to help you. Though he still thinks about u just as much.

OKAY OKAY NEXT ONE

Is it just me or does Kuras seem like a guy that constantly radiates warmth. Like his hands? Always warm like he’s been holding a hot cup of tea. His hugs??? Just like being wrapped up in a blanket right outta the dryer(drier?).

I feel like if you easily get cold, he does the thing cold handed people do and sometimes just surprises u by putting his warm palm on the back of your neck.

ALSO ALSO ALSO- if you’re strolling with him during either a cold rainstorm, or when it’s winter and snowing—you say something like- “My nose feels like it’s going to freeze and fall off ):” and you’re right, it’s gotten so cold you’ve now become Rudolph. Your cheeks are pretty red too.

NOT TO FEAR

Kuras will then gently brush your hair out of your face before planting a warm little smooch on the tip of your nose and then a BUNCH of kisses across your cheeks. Warmth blooms across your entire body and BOOM. Problem solved.

Because you’re probably also blushing now too.

He also rushes you home faster too- YOU ARENT GETTING A COLD ON HIS WATCH ):<

FOR THE LAST HEADCANON—or rather, this is just an artistic vision…

Kuras with Miku style pigtails.

OKAY WE’RE DONE

I hope you enjoyed those, and that they’ve haven’t been done already. I just love my tall Angel husband and hope he gets more content.

Anyway, I hope you have a rlly good day and drink perfectly cold water and find something that makes you happy. 😙

[lovelylotusf1]

Thank you for the tag @fueledbyremembering mwah!! :*

How many works do you have on AO3?

Since yesterday, 18. That’s a lot!!

What's your total AO3 word count?

AO3 says 96,173. Will I make it to 100k before the first year anniversary of my profile? I doubt it but anything can happen :D

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Love through the hook [751]

The Pet Name Challenge [721]

Open mouth, on my knees (for you) [674]

Sweet Kitten [585]

From crashes to kisses [465]

I really need to reread some of these, especially Pet Name Challenge because I do not remember much of what I wrote lmao. But thank you to everyone who likes my works, you’re the best <3

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I love interacting with readers and also thanking them for taking the time to leave a nice comment. In the past, when I wasn’t yet a writer with my second account, I always got scared to comment if I saw authors didn’t reply, so now I am trying my best to answer! It sometimes takes some time for me to get around to them, but I love responding :D

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I do like to write angst from time to time but a completely angsty ending? I guess the ending to Cut open your Heart counts? Carlos didn’t have a good time there.

And maybe the freshly released Drowning (with you, in you) could be read as angsty, but in my mind, the fic is the first step towards a better ending for Pierre and Este! So, I intended it to be a bit ambiguous but hopeful at the same time, might still come across as angsty though. Maybe.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

That’s really difficult to answer because most of them end quite happy! Probably Eterni Rivali, though. I gave lesbian lestappen their cottagecore retirement + marriage ending.

Do you write crossovers?

Crossovers not really, but I like writing fusions! I don’t like to write “characters from fandom A meeting characters from fandom B”, but I DO like shoving f1 drivers into AUs, and sometimes that AU is based on another type of media (mentioning Eterni Rivali here again, because it’s a Pokemon AU).

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Thankfully no! I only ever got really lovely comments, and for that yet another big thank you for everyone <3

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! I like writing smut that turns into a character study. Smut that says or shows something about the relationship of the characters I’m writing. Smut as a vehicle for characterisation, if you want to say it like that.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I … hope not? At least I’m not aware of it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I did! The first chapter of Sweet Kitten has a Russian translation and it makes me so happy that someone would spend so much time and effort on translating my silly stuff.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Technically no. But if you count RPing back in the days for a different fandom that ended up as an almost fully-fledged fic until my RP partner never responded back? Then yes.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Very difficult question. For F1, probably Landoscar. They���re my silly little cats that I can put into SO many situations!!

For other fandoms, there are so many Fire Emblem ships that I fondly think of. I couldn’t list all of them. (that’s also where my obsession with rivals/enemies to lovers comes from!)

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I have a rival bakery lestappen AU from … December last year??? I don’t think that’s ever seeing the light of day, but I don’t have it in my heart to move it into the Abandoned folder.

What are your writing strengths?

Oh no, not the being nice to myself question! :((((

Coming up with fun concepts? I once got the compliment that my writing has a certain whimsy to it and that was so nice, it almost made me cry.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I have certain word “friends” (which are filler and don’t do anything) that I need to search for every time I’m editing. I also know like two (2!!) rhetorical devices that I tend to overuse.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Only if the translation is easily accessible. Like creating footnote links (the links! part is especially important. I don’t like manually scrolling to the bottom) or having that cool AO3 work skin that lets you hover over a word with your mouse and it shows the translation.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I’ve been creating OCs and writing little self-insert things for Pokemon since forever. But properly writing? Fire Emblem Fates, if you count RPing as writing fics!

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I want to write something for Strollonso someday! They intrigue me greatly. Also Oscarmark, maybe, because I enjoy the rancid vibes.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Another really difficult question! Both my carcar fics are very dear to my heart. But “When the blood is dripping” was also so much fun to write!! I really can’t choose between the three.

Thank you for reading this long Q&A!

I’m tagging @wisteriagoesvroom @v3lnys and @1425fivefive if you have time and want to do it <3

[yinyuedijun]

HELLO i have been absolutely consumed by Translation and it is YOUR FAULT!!! i can't even really personally relate to the subject matter but the way you wrote it made me feel it like i have?? if that makes sense??? it's so viscerally personal that it honestly gutted me 😭😭

i read it the day you posted it but nothing i've typed feels adequate to express my love 😭😭😭 im so serious... it doesn't just live rent-free in my head, IM paying rent to IT. ohhhhh my god.... the structure of that fic... the way you pieced it together... your characterization.. the way you describe emotion like im living it?? your prose???? i am on the FLOOR and i am CRYING and FOAMING at the MOUTH !!!!! im trying to think of specific examples but i swear to god it's the WHOLE FIC!! EVERY SENTENCE MAKES ME FEEL THAT!!!!! you are a superb writer and it's massively inspiring. fantastic work mwah mwah chef's kiss xoxoxoxo

- mario.mp3 anon

HELLO LEGEND I hope you've been doing well <3 thank you so much for saying such kind things abt translation!!!! it honestly means so much to me that it was such an emotional experience for you even tho you don't have a personal connection w the themes - I think it's usually one of a writer's biggest goals to get their audience to emotionally connect w the characters no matter how far removed their reality is. so thank you for sharing that feedback w me <333

AND OFC THANK YOU FOR SAYING SUCH NICE THINGS ABT THE EXECUTION 😭 it made me beyond happy I can't thank you enough!!! fsjdkwjdj you paying rent to IT plz you are so funny . BIG KISS FOR U

[dont-f-with-moogles]

It’s me…sliding into your asks to join in on the Writer’s Bingo Ask Game!

1. What’s one of the ideas you had in the middle of the night?

2. Is it coffee, tea, or both? How do you take it (cream, milk, sugar..)

Love you! Mwah!!

Slide my way, Sailor! Love to see you in my inbox ;)

1. What’s one of the ideas you had in the middle of the night? This one is pretty dark so trigger warning people. I had taken a tablet before I went to bed and, as I moved it around my mouth, I was struck with the image of one person passing it to another on their tongue. A self destructive kiss. The next thing I knew, I had a Dazai x Reader fic in my head. I know, I know, it's twisted, but the fic itself is thoroughly tagged.

2. Is it coffee, tea, or both? How do you take it (cream, milk, sugar..) I can't start my day without coffee, so if writing is the first thing on my mind it'll be something hot and foamy like a capuccino or a latte.

However, tea is undoubtedly the best drink in the universe. I always have a cup of tea next to me whilst working or writing. Peppermint or camomile and honey if I'm feeling out of sorts. Green tea paired with a savoury snack. Otherwise I like breakfast tea dark and strong with just a shade of milk and a little sugar.

[sassmar]

wip game

ahhh tysm @pancakehouse for the tag !! mwah xx <3<3 imma copy yr abbreviated version & just post a snippet bc 1) lets be real i have like THREE wip docs total and i have written so little lately/already whorishly posted so much content from them i cant even remember what's new to anyone at this point ??? and 2) lazy :)

so yea here's something i'm pretty sure will be new to most everyone from the weird darkish snape-pov wolfstar prankfic that is like. just this side of crack & v low priority like honestly i cannot promise it will ever see the light of ao3 so !! at least we can air some juicy paragraphs here lol

“I want,” said Black, low and into his ear, hot breath hitting Severus’s cheek, “to tell you something.  Because I don’t trust Dumbledore to have properly gagged you, the old man’s too bloody nice by half.  I want to warn you that if you tell a soul—if you so much as breathe a word about Remus’s condition, if you even think it too loudly—I will kill you.  Do you understand?  I will kill you, and I will not need anyone else’s help.  You ruin his life and I will ruin yours, I will have nothing to lose and I will stop at nothing until I have destroyed you.”

Severus forced out a laugh.  “You’re all bluster and bravado, Black.  You couldn’t kill me the first time, even with your pet wolf, and I dare you to try again.”

A slow, strange smile crept over Black’s face.  “I thought you might say something like that,” he murmured.  And then, without warning—Black kissed him.

Black was a sloppy, rough sort of kisser; he mashed their lips together wetly and shoved his tongue into Severus’s mouth, lapping it around indiscriminately and conferring what felt like actual spoonfuls of saliva.  Severus tried to duck and pull away but Black grabbed him by the face with both hands, held firm.  When it was finally over, his lips felt swollen, slick.  Severus wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, grimaced and swallowed.  He felt slightly dazed and shook his head as if to clear it.

“What’s your name,” said Black.

“Severus Snape.”  But he hadn’t meant to reply so quickly, he hadn’t meant—

“Was that your first kiss?” he asked with a wicked little smirk.

“Yes.”

umm tagging @shipsnsails @heart-axe @pomegranate-pill @broomsticks @squidgilator @billsfangearring (cause i know you are a full fledged fic writer now okurr !!) would love to see wip snippets :) :) umm i feel like half of yall have already been tagged maybe so feel free to ignore but the pressure of tagging has made me suddenly forget the existence of like ... everyone ... my apologies <3<3<3

[outer-edges]

20 questions for fic writers

thank u for the tag @freetobeyouandmichi-me

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

19

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

91k

wow didn’t realize id published so little. this is purely because i am a miserly old man who hoards fics. i have probably twenty finished lucifer fics sitting in my drive. and no one will ever get to see them 💙

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently? really none. in the past? mainly miraculous ladybug, lucifer, carry on (simon snow) & the last of us

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

it’s how we show love - tlou

game? im not playing any games (unless you count the ones i play with beatrice) - lucifer

sharing is caring - tlou

we’re not dating - lucifer

a police consultant, a sandwich, a neatly sliced apple, and a cup of tea - lucifer

im linking all of those but be warned the lucifer ones are SOOOOOOOO teenage mattie cringe i was like a sophomore in high school when i wrote those.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

YES!!?!?!?!?!!!

i love comments. im actually kissing all of my commenters on the virtual mouth. mwah. if I’m normal in a comment reply just know I’m actually giggling and kicking my feet.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

EASILY gotta be someone better bc it’s just a canon compliant little drabble from lucifer 3x21 (iykyk)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

honestly all of them pretty much have happy endings??? i think happiest is gotta be meet me at our spot because that’s overall the fluffiest fic I’ve ever posted

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i dont think I’ve received anything within driving distance of hate which i am very grateful for. but i also know it’s because my fics reach very little people so it’s a little hard to get hate if haters aren’t seeing ur fics

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do not

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

that I’ve published?? no. have I EVER written a crossover? a million times yes. every fandom I’ve ever written for has been crossed over with each other in every permutation. favorite one has to be aos x lucifer. the craziest one is probs the harley quinn x icarly one i plotted out (it’s called iHarley and i started it for a writing even but never finished).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no because much like the hate thing it is a little hard to get hate when you’re unknown. there are perks to it

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no but omg I would LOVE to

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

dude this is too hard to choose from. either kastle or deckerstar

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

will i be shot if i say the time loop 🫣

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think it’s dialogue? i mean what does the audience say?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

ummmm. does finishing things count 💀

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I haven’t ever really tackled it before because I only speak english with a minimal command over spanish but i have included a couple words of spanish here or there in tlou fic! it is just very Daunting

19. First fandom you wrote for?

pretty little liars!!! i ran an instagram account with like 1000 followers where I posted fics in the comments at the ripe age of nine 💙

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

THIS IS SO HARD ITS LIKE ASKING ME TO CHOOSE A FAVORITE KID—

it’s the daisycoulson one

(honorable mention for the miller fam vacation 💙)

and honestly if u see this and want to do it consider urself tagged i am too lazy to tag people right now sorryyyyy

[judasofsuburbia]

3 & 29 plsssss! <3

eeee thank you dot<3 mwah mwah

3. what work are you most proud of (regardless of hits/kudos)?

might be a cop-out answer but i am really, really proud of the series the darkest hour is just before dawn which is my spicy six zombie apocalypse au. i poured so much heart into that series and i loved being able to explore each couple's particular dynamic and issues. songs from the playlist ended up really high on my spotify wrapped (one even in my top 5) and it made me happy :,)

29. favorite line or passage you wrote this year?

SUCH A HARD QUESTION!! so i will go with the first thing that came to mind which was this passage from my cowboy au: wanna be the only one for miles and miles (except for maybe you) 

His stomach twists as he props himself on his elbows and says, “No one’s ever made me feel like this.” “Feel like what?” Steve practically slurs.  Eddie's mouth twists in thought before he whispers, “Precious." Steve stops in his tracks and blinks at him. Eddie wonders if he’s said something wrong but Steve hushes his thoughts with a soft kiss. The simple gesture rattles Eddie's entire being and he wonders if he might cry.  “I don’t care what they say about you. I don’t care what you’ve done before I started payin’ attention. I don’t care what you go to do tomorrow or the next day. But I want you here with me when you’re done,” Steve whispers into his mouth like he’s repeating a prayer. Like he’s wishing on a shooting star.

ao3 wrapped (writers edition)