#let em flesh out pls

[pinkbelugacollective]

as much as i love how much ppl love jay and jon, i be cringing when they holler “they should do what billy and teddy did!” like cousins, we have so much room to have fun with jon and jay, don’t marry em off so quickly 😭😭😭 three cheating arcs and at least four love triangles waiting to happen, ok? once we get timmy taylor off their writing staff, we can finally bring back imra and ash to add fuel to the fire. inshallah joe casey and dan mcdaid will see the value in writing a game of thrones arc (eventually) and we will get our jon + lor = mon arc. pls don’t disregard the hundred potential storyarcs jon has festering in the writing room just bc you’re scared they’re gonna revert him back to a hetero. guarantee you nobody will be buying any books if he does. the deage crowd is being institutionalized. damijons live in fanfiction and fanart. gayboy!jon and jayjon are here to stay. have faith. read bendis losh and kneel before zod.

[diejager]

not exactly a specific prompt or anything but - could you write more stepdad!könig and dbf!horangi pls? 👉👈

Cw: DUB-CON/NON-CON, DARKFIC, STEPCEST, AGE GAP public sex?, exhibitionism, fingering, under the table, mention of forced piercing, rough sex, unprotected sex, PinV, mention of anal sex, tell em if I missed any.

You jerked, dropping the fork in your hand and biting your lower lip to stop a moan from slipping through between them. Unfortunately, the sudden click of your fork and you shift in expression worried your mother, making her question you, brows furrowed and lips pursed into a frown. She was worried, you knew she was, but that was the last thing you had on mind, neither her quiet quarry about your health and unpredictable act, nor König’s piercing eyes and the food that was now sprayed on the table.

What truly worried you was Horangi and your own inability to hold your voice back. He looked nonchalant, brow quipped up in faked confusion, knowing that your reaction resulted from him, his wandering hand that slipped under the waistband of your short and into your cunt, pumping in and out fo you with a slow and unbothered pace. You jumped from the unexpected tap against your gummy wall, three fingers curling before they hit your sweet spot, sending an arousing pulse up your spine. You’d be fucked stupid by his fingers alone, thick and long - not as long as your stepfather, but they were better than yours - stretching your hole open to take his cock later that night.

“I’m ah-okay, mom,” you smiled shakily at her, hand gripping tightly around your knife, tremors wracking your body as you swallowed down moan after moan. “Just a stomach ache.”

“Oh dear, do you need to lay down?” She frowned good-naturedly, the skin on her brow wrinkling.

“Yeah,” you internally cheered, you’d be able to get away from this situation until later, when you’d be stuck under Horangi, ”Thanks mom.”

You were gagged, mouth stuffed with a soiled pair of your panties, drooling around your thong, down your lips while you wailed. You were stuffed with cock, legs jerking with every push of Horangi’s cock, walls forcibly pried open to take his thick shaft and his prettily trimmed pubes rubbing your swollen clit. You felt his cock carve the walls of your cunt to fit his girth, thicker in the middle with a petty and angry head and veins crawling up the shaft. It cured lightly, light enough to stand between his legs, but heavy just enough that you could feel it weigh you down, pounding away at your crumbling resolve.

He was panting, a husky and laboured breathing on your neck, his hot breath hitting you as he kissed down your shoulder, teeth scratching your soft and tender flesh, weak under his sharper teeth. He hungered for more; he lusted for eternal pleasure. Suckling the curve of your collar, teeth skimming the swell of your jostling breasts, nippled flared and wet from his manhandling. He dove back in, lips wrapped around your least swollen nub, sucking as if he was trying to milk it of all substance. You cried out when he bit down, sinking his fangs into the fat of your chest before he unlatched himself with a wet pop, leaving the indentations of his mouth on you. Then he did the same to your other tit, mind keen on fucking you, his dick ramming into you roughly while he gave attention to your sore nipples.

“Fuck, imagine these pierced,” he chuckled dreamily, a low, addicted daze in his mind, dreaming of piercing your nipples himself, “Wouldn’t you like that?”

You shook your head frantically, dreading giving them mor to use against you, more leverage to make your body betray and succumb to their whims, especially with how often your stepdad’s at home. You struggled under him as if to prove your point, feet kicking around his narrow waist, the scarred flesh a touch different from the rest of his body, pulling at the restraints keeping your hands tied to your headboard —his belt. You let out a ragged and angered scream, silenced by the gag but your body still shook with the force behind it, teary eyes closed while they rolled back in reluctant pleasure.

Horangi’s chest rumbled, a smile stretched awkwardly by the tiger-like scars on his face. In retaliation, he gave a few hard thrusts, rocking your bed against the wall, his cut head kissing your bruised cervix after brushing against your sweet, gummy wall. It punched the air out of your lungs, leaving you heaving and gasping for air, fully at the mercy of your stepfather’s friend-

“Ja, she would look so pretty,” König’s sudden appearance scared you, his mocking coo and statement reaffirming Horangi’s thought.

Your closed around Horangi, flinching away as much as you could in your restrained state, your fear and trepidation made you tighter and wetter, slick suddenly bursting around Horangi’s leaky cock. You could hear your stepfather move, his purposefully-loud steps booming in your ear, but you couldn’t see him, eyes rolled so far back in an explosive release. You felt the bed shift under him, dipping to a side while he loomed over you both, looking at your swollen nipples as if he was admiring how pretty they’d look if he had you pierced them, a rod straight through your round nub.

“Sehr hübsch, Schatzi,” he hummed, his rough hand sliding down the curve of your navel where he could feel every hard thrust and found your clit, rolling it with a big finger, “Or a piercing here, on your little clit.”

König smiled handsomely, a brazenly hungry stare covering his threatening and dominating composure. His ice blue eyes squinted mirthfully, gleaming with a dark urge, something that demanded control, that wanted submission and subservience from you. He’d fill that rimmed hole of yours after Horangi’s done with your pussy, spreading your ass around his thick and veiny cock that pressed uncomfortably against his briefs.

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[velvetsainz]

summary: [ cl16 x fem!reader ] charles is in maranello but that doesn't mean he can't help. part one.

word count: 1.3k

content warnings: smut under the cut (minors dni pls!), porn with a dash of plot, use of explicit language, phone/skype sex, masturbation, toys, overstimulation, praise kink, google-translated french (kay strikes again), fluff, i still really like em dashes

a/n: part twooooooooo! (you can totally read this before part i—this is just a sister smutlet ;) ) i've been really pleased with the response to part i, so i was super duper motivated to get this cranked out for you guys. there's mentions to previous encounters, and i'm very tempted to flesh those out in the future along with the allusions to future events. anyways, eat up! enjoy, loves! xx

You could be a tease, but Charles Leclerc was a bigger one.  

“Charles, I swear to God that—”

“That what, chérie? Hm?,” he asked as he quirked an eyebrow to you, waiting for you to answer as he watched over the Skype call.  You let out a frustrated sigh, sinking back into the bed and allowing your thighs to relax once more.

“So impatient, mon ange…,” he chided, hand working slowly, lazily over his length.  You were on the doorstep of your climax when he’d suddenly cut the power to the delicious little bullet in your hand.  He’d been teasing you for a solid thirty minutes now, listening to soft moans and needy whines as he built you up before allowing your orgasm to recede away once more.

You scoffed, brow furrowing and lid heavy with need.  “Well yes, but-but–,” you stammered as you tried to think of some good reason why you just needed to come.  You couldn’t—no reason that would be particularly compelling when he was like this.

As much as you enjoyed your games with your fiancé, your thighs were beginning to cramp and you swore you were going to have to change the sheets now, too.

You’d gotten on your usual Wednesday night call, mood worse than usual.  It’d been a long day and you were just ready to put it all behind you, bury yourself in the fluffy duvet of your shared bed, and scroll TikTok aimlessly for a few hours to allow yourself the time to rot in peace.

Charles, on the other hand, had other ideas.  If he’d been there, he’d have happily buried his head between your legs until you couldn’t put together a coherent thought and the tension had melted from your shoulders and jaw.  Seeing as he was in Maranello, though, he had to find another way to get you in a better headspace.

Enter: the vibrator.

Well, a remote-controlled bullet.  One that he could control with an app on his phone, the bastard. Some men found toys in the bedroom to be a competitor, but the Monégasque saw them as an accomplice of sorts; they were friends, not enemies.

In the moment, though, the little fucker sure as hell seemed like an enemy to you.

“Please, baby,” you whined for him, pouting with glossy eyes to the camera, “you already know it’s been a long day.”

Charles hummed, taking pity on you as he turned the vibe on once more to a low-power setting. You took a stunted breath, eyes closing as pleasure rolled through you once again.  The sound went straight to his cock, angry red in his hand as precum leaked over the vice grip he held it in.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” you whimpered fervently as the toy kicked up another speed, sending you careening towards your climax.

“I wish I could be there, chérie,” he coaxed as he watched you start panting once again, breaths coming in stuttering bursts with whines trapped in the back of your throat. “J'adore entendre tous ces jolis sons, ma jolie,” Charles purred, pulling a particularly pitiful moan from you. He laughed as he ticked the power up another notch, “Oui—juste comme ça, chérie.”

You could feel your orgasm coming at you hot and fast, mouth falling open as your hips dug into the soft material of the mattress.  A tear spilled from the corner of your eye at the sheer sting of need coming into full view, one of your hands planting hard into the bed beside you as your eyes rolled back in reflex.

“Charles, please, I-I-I—”

“C’est bon, minette,” he soothed, his own desire starting to rear its head, “Let go—let it all go for me, mm?” He set the devilish little toy onto full blast, and you didn’t wait for him to rethink his offer.

You babbled half-coherently as something melted in the pit of your belly, washing over your senses until your ears rang and your legs buzzed.  You could feel your sweat pooling in the small of your back as loose strands of hair stuck to your forehead and neck from the matching sheen that covered them, and your partner had turned the bullet to its lowest power setting to nurse you through the aftershocks that rocked your hips.  You were well and truly dripping at this point, a small wet spot forming under you on the white sheets. You really should have put down a towel before you got yourself into this mess.

But with no warning, as you basked in the afterglow of a much-needed orgasm, the toy went into full power once more.  Your eyes shot open and hips jolted away from the sensation as you looked to the screen after a moment of realization.  “Baby, no, I–t-too sensiti—,” you started to whimper to Charles as you heard the sounds of his own pleasure growing more prominent.

“Yes, mon ange,” he said firmly, hazel eyes dark with pleasure, “Just one more—I know you can.”  He watches as your brow furrows once more and your hand disappears between your legs once again.  Never did he ever think he could be so jealous of a fucking hand.

You mewled as you fought the stuttering of your hips each time you pressed the toy to your already-aching clit.  Still, in no time you were there once again, and Charles cursed and muttered under his breath as he watched the show you put on for him.

“Merde—”

“Such a good girl, yes—”

“Going to fuck you so good—”

“Fuck…fuck—”

He grunted your name once more and came with a growl, jaw slack as he spilled over the fist that held him so tightly. Meanwhile, you were coming down with glazed eyes and parted lips, breathing hard as you let out a quiet “fuck.”

“Oui,” Charles agreed teasingly as his head dropped back behind him lazily.

Toy discarded onto the bed next to you, you rolled onto your side to face him on the video call. “Why do you have to work so far away sometimes?,” you grumbled rhetorically, pouting as your body pooled in one of his old t-shirts and your breathing started to match something more normal.  Your body had lost the tension it had been carrying, those dual orgasms working to relieve the stress you’d felt when you’d started the call.  Still, a toy was a poor replacement for the man on the other side of the call, and you wanted him there with you more than you’d wanted that first orgasm.  You hated making him feel bad about being away, but damn did you need to be fucked within an inch of your life right about now.

He tsked softly, lifting his head once more to see your pout.  “I know, mon cœur,” he nodded, adjusting the lid of his laptop to angle more towards his face, “but if I didn’t come to Maranello, I wouldn’t get anything done. We’d be like bunny rabbits—like Corsica.”

Memories of that trip came back, causing your tummy to flip at thought.  You really had fucked like rabbits on that trip, and no surface was safe from the fury of your shared lust. Nothing was sacred and anywhere that had just enough privacy was good enough for one to start tormenting the other with their fingers…their lips…their—

“I don’t see why that’s a problem,” you teased back, smile finding your lips once more as you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly.  One elbow helped prop your head up while the other hand rested between the soft skin of your thighs.

“My sunburn disagreed,” Charles chuckled as you found yourself laughing with him.  “I looked like a…a—what’s the word? Homard?”

“Lobster?,” you chimed in with a smirk as you remembered just how red he’d been. You swore you‘d slather a metric shit ton of aloe on him during that holiday. The way he’d keep you warm in the cold showers, though…

“Yes, a lobster,” he sighed, dropping his head into his hands at the thought.  “Chérie, it hurt so bad—and Carlos wouldn’t wouldn’t stop laughing at me in the paddock in Spa!”

“But you would taste wonderful dipped in butter!”

“You are an idiot, chérie.”

“And knowing that, you still wanted me to be your wife.  So who’s the bigger idiot in this equation, baby?”

[billzoned]

i met gnf last summer and he intertwined our fingers and its all i’ve thought about since

idk if ur taking requests but maybe if u wanna write smth abt george gently holding ur hands while tapping it not so gently.. 👀 just a suggestion hehe love ur work

THE WAY I ACTUALLY SCREECHED, THANK U!!?? ur so luckyyy shsjsh. thank u sm for the request btw!!

ps. i went a bit overboard...

ps. #2, ill admit, i literally spent over 2 days constantly on janitor ai talking to nsfw bots trying to improve my smut...erm. we dont talk about that!! :3

desc. afab! reader x cc! george. 1.07k words.

barely proofread — nsfw under cut.

you've lost count how many times george had made you cum in the past twenty minutes. your legs shook violently as you came undone again and again.

he was in between your legs, circling his tongue around your painfully sensitive clit, and he had his fingers pumping in and out of your dripping wet cunt for god knows how long. "missed the taste of you. s'good" he says, words muffled by your thighs closing around his head. and of course, that familiar euphoric feeling of your abdomen tightening was coming near.

until it stopped. george stopped his pleasuring movements abruptly. you barely even noticed when the tip of george's cock was prodding at your entrance. he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers together before roughly pushing into you.

"f-uck!!" you moan out, before george starts to move slowly. though, that pace didnt last. before long he was thrusting into you erratically, nipping and kissing the flesh of your neck. his own moans and whimpers were slipping out, he missed you too much.

before long there were strings of moans falling from your lips as george keeps up his pace, brushing against the spot that makes your eyes roll and start seeing white. "yes- yes, fuck! such a good girl f'me. taking me so well." george groans as he pulls you closer to him, lifting your hips a little so he could reach deeper into you.

you had completely forgotten that dream and sapnap were out; they both went to the store, and at any time could open the door and see the both of you on the couch. in a way, it made you a bit more aroused thinking that they could walk in. you tightened around george, meanwhile you were looking at the door and remembering that they have been out for a little bit already. george, being aware, noticed.

"what? hm? you want my best friends to walk in? seeing you get fucked?" he laughs teasingly as he stops his movements and pulls out of you. he then pulls you closer to him before sliding back into you, deeper than before. "you want your boyfriend's two best friends to watch you get fucked by me? or do you want 'em to join in, hm?" he leans down to whisper in your ear as both of your fingers are still intertwined together.

you let out an almost embarrassing whiny moan at the thought, especially with him mentioning it. your eyes roll back into your skull and your back arches off of the couch "mm. yeah you do." he mocks you, his voice in a teasingly whiny voice. it wasn't very long until george hit the sensitive point inside of you dead on. your head falls back into the cushion of the couch the two of you rest on.

your climax was coming, and it was coming quick. george could feel how close you were getting, since your cunt was erratically squeezing around him so much. he took his hand off of your waist and used his now free hand to lightly fondle your breasts, lightly squeezing at your nipple before trailing his hand up to wrap around your throat.

"please, pl-ease! can i cum- i need t'cum." you whine as a small line of drool starts to trail down the side of your mouth. he pretended to think for a moment. "hm.. do you- mm- really deserve it?" he leans down and whispers into your ear. "tell me, pretty girl. do you deserve it?" a small smirk plays on his lips as he awaits your response.

"eeh!- yes, yes, 've been a good girl! 'lease let me cum," you beg.

george lifts himself back up before letting go of your throat and bringing his hand down to circle your sensitive clit. "huh... i think you can hold out a bit longer, cant you?" you were barely sure that you could, considering the speed his fingers were going. but you nod anyway, praying that you could hold back. "yeah.. good girl."

he decides to speed up his thrusts a bit, just to put you on edge; slowing the pace of his fingers just a little bit. his mouth curls up into a nearly sadistic smile as he watches you writhe beneath his grasp. he watches several headlights go past the window through the curtains, knowing well that one of them could be dream and sapnap. he focuses back onto you rolling his eyes at your needy whines and whimpers.

"let go, cum for me. be a good little whore and cum for me." as if on cue your body shakes violently as your cunt spasms around george. you let out a silent moan as you reach your climax. george grunts as he feels himself getting close as well, quiet whimpers falling from his lips.

soon enough, his seed spilled into you as he slowed the movements of his hips. "ooh- fuck." he groans, feeling the aftermath of his orgasm. before long he eventually pulled out, seeing his cum quickly running out of you and some spilling onto the couch; a stain he knew he would have to explain to his best friends later.

"did so good for me." he praised before leaning down to you and pulling you into a quick messy kiss. "be right back, baby." he says, looking down at your fucked out expression.

he quickly returns after walking away to get a wet wash cloth and wiped all of the excess cum off of you. noticing your tired look, your eyes already closed, he picks you up as gently as he can manage, and brings you to his room and lays you onto his bed. he covers you with a blanket and lightly kisses your cheek before going to try his best to clean off the (obvious) stain on the couch before the others come home.

right as he was finishing wiping it off the best he could, he saw the headlights of sapnap's car bleeding through the curtains. he hurriedly finished up and sprinted to his room.

the front door opened before shutting quite loudly, the voices of sapnap and dream joking barely audible from his room. he heard dream talking to sapnap as he walked to his room before shutting the door.

it wasn't long until he heard sapnap yell from downstairs. "george, where the hell did this stain come from?!"

uh oh.

1K WORDS HOORAY!! first time ive ever officially written that much :3 i also apologize for the slight delay!! ive been WAYYY to caught up with school :c

[defire]

Back to the Dregs Part 11

Part 1 Next

Notice the content warnings pls

Content: on-screen rape, whipping, forced to watch, multiple whumpers, noncon nudity

"Please--" Michael wriggled back as grips shifted and the gangsters struggled to roll him onto his chest.

As his chest smacked into the floor for like, the fourth time that week, he sobbed harder. His back was still bruised, too. This was going to be too much.

Jordie accepted the cord from Pete. Someone pulled Michael's shirt up all the way to his shoulders.

"I--I had no fucking choice!" Michael roared through his gritted teeth, keeping his head off the ground to watch Jordie's dreaded approach.

Jordie gave him an unassuming glance and twirled the cord, measuring his distance as the gangsters holding Michael down readjusted their grips to keep from accidentally getting hit.

Don't scream. Michael told himself. You're a grownup, you can't scream.

Then there was a woosh as Jordie brought the stiff cord down on Michael's back.

A grunt came through Michael's throat, despite him holding his breath, even as he felt one of the stripped wires prodruding from the end of the cord zip into his flesh, adding a cutting sting to the heavy impact.

He jerked involuntarily, choking himself off so he didn't scream.

Two hit across his hips, eliciting a choked gasp from his throat. The fourth burst the scream out of his chest. He could hardly take three of these, let alone twenty.

"Please, no, no, please!" He screamed as the cord struck again. And again.

His screams for mercy did nothing. They never did in the past either.

He'd lost count somewhere around nine, writhing and muddled and trying pointlessly to kick away the powerful hands holding him.

Woosh. Split. Blood trickled down his ribcage and thighs as he jerked, wailing after every lash. No more words ame to his mind. Just relentless agony over his entire body.

It felt like forever, like it was never done.

And then suddenly it stopped.

He glanced back at Jordie, then he felt a twisted relief as the man tossed the bloody cord over to Pete, who picked it up distastefully.

Michael rolled onto his side with another wail as the stinging, bruising bites all over his back and legs started to fully register. There was no energy to sob. Just the breathy whinies that didn't express even a tenth of the pain.

"Alright," Michael heard Pyscho walk closer. "Now strip him."

Michael tried to get up, cursed, and moaned as he barely moved an arm and leg. He wanted to at least crawl away, get his back to that wall of crates behind him.

They were already pulling off his shirt, despite his weak resistance and wordless cries. Someone's fingers hooked into his underwear, scraping down his butt as they pulled his pants don. The cloth had been stuck into the wounds on his legs, and it burned and stung even more as they ripped it off.

The pain didn't take away the humiliation and horror of being stripped naked in front of these monsters. And his scars down his arms burned so much they almost echoed hte bleeding rips down his back.

He could see drips of his red blood on the seasoned pine floor.

"Start the call," The boss said. "And who's up for this?" He gestured at Michael, still moaning on the ground. "Somebody oughta make use of him. It's our last chance to lure 'em out before the Huers are too strong."

Michael rolled onto his knees with a gasp of anguish, old tears dripping off his nose as he tried to crawl away from the man behind him.

A hand landed on his naked leg, slipping in blood as Michael jerked it away.

Then Jordie's boot came down on his back. He screamed as the wounds lit up again.

The other guy walked up behind him.

He heard him kneel, unzip his jeans, and touch his butt, running his fingers up form his balls to between his cheeks.

Chills ran up Michael's spine as he gulped back nausea and shame.

"You don't have to." He choked out. "I can sell it for you."

The guy behind him chuckled.

"I know," He said, "but I want to."

He felt it twitching between his cheeks and gritted his teeth as the man spread him, then pushed inside slowly. It ripped, and ripped, wider and wider, and Michael screamed and lurched, but the nails of the rapist dug under his hips and pinned him as he drove in.

"Hold still, or I won't be so gentle."

Michael cursed and cried, trying not to buck again as the man rhythmically ripped him apart inside.

"So what you're telling me is no one from Columbus answered." Morgan paced backand forth, intermittently raking his nails over his scalp until it burned.

"It's not like there's a time constraint, is there sir?" Al answered.

Morgan ground his teeth. Of course there wasn't. Acting like there was a time constraint would be walking straight into the Westsiders' trap.

"Alright, fine, then." Morgan said. "We're going in with who we have."

"Sir, uh..."

"Are you questioning me?"

"No sir, no." Al replied hastily. "But... if you could tell me why you're in such a hurry, we could put our heads together.."

Morgan moved over to his laptop.

"Yeah, you're right. See... They've got Huer property." He opened up the email, frowning at the icon of the video. "And they're rubbing it in my face." He clicked his tongue. "I'm sending this to you. I want you to show the others. I'll call a meeting in a couple days or so and see what friends we can rustle up."

"Days? That's not going to be--sir..."

"Did I stutter?"

Morgan's irritable orders were cut short by the sound of a Skype call notification.

Immediately he hung up. it was the 0605 number. He recognized it from last time.

He stared at the screen, then noticed the messages they'd been sending him.

"Come and get him if you still want him."

"He's really getting it."

"You might want to hurry."

Morgan rolled his eyes and growled a curse. Then he hit the green icon and put his thumb over his camera while he tried to figure out how to turn it off.

The screen lit up and Michael's weakened screams filled the room.

"N--no don't, please!" His trembling vioce pitched upward into a whine of agony. His grimacing face was barely visible in the corner of the screen, the rest being filled with a mass of red and orange blur. For a second Morgan couldn't process what he was looking at.

Then it registered.

Michael was naked. He aws crying. Actually crying. He was covered in bruises, dripping blood down the back and legs. Morgan had a sickened feeling as he recognized the effects of a flogging. Narrow fingers curled around his brother's bloody hips, starting to thrust in rhythm. Rape. They were raping him.

Morgan hissed and turned away, rage heating up his hands, balled up into fists.

He tried not to hear the pained grunts and whines coming from michael. He shouldn't be reacting like that. That wasn't how Michael was. If it wasn't enough to make him scream, Michael would be begging, reasoning... And with what was happening, screaming in pain for sure. The man was being cruelly rough. But even though Michael's mouth opened as if to yell, all that came out were unbelievably high-pitched sobs.

His hoarse voice sounded broken. And the tears and blood. Fuck.

"You want us to stop?"

Morgan recognized the voice as Psycho, the self-proclaimed leader of the Westsiders.

"You gonna let us keep raping the Huer property--"

"No!" Morgan's shout erupted from his chest without warning.

Then he shot a hand out and slammed the laptop shut.

Fuck it, they were going in now.

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Whumped-by-glitter thank you for the writing assistance for the first half of this chapter!

[dontsh0vethesun]

emily prentiss x reader, jealous emily pls?

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18+ : smut; fingering, office sex, choking, degradation, hint of praise, possessive and jealous emily asf, she's also a bit patronising at one point but in a sexy way

(pictured her in the white shirt and then the other pic is BEEF)

a/n - idk if smut is what you wanted but i'm a slut so

You'd been counting down the hours today, just watching the ticking of the clock over boring paperwork and hoping the mundane isn’t interrupted with a case to spoil your evening. 

And you were in luck because the hour struck and the calmness stayed and papers were stacked throughout the bullpen, chairs rolled out and coats pulled over shoulders with chatter about evening plans. 

“What about you, Y/N/N? Ready for your hot date?” JJ asked you, perching on the side of your desk with her bag looped over her arm.

“I don’t know about hot but I suppose so yeah.” You laughed. 

“Finally getting on the online dating scene huh?” Derek smirked and you rolled your eyes. Emily’s ears perked up at his words from her office, immediately her jaw clenched and her pen slammed onto her desk. She pushed her chair out from behind her before heading to the door, listening in on the rest of the conversation. 

“I thought I could see what it’s about. Maybe show that I have more game than you, Morgan.” You added smugly to which he feigned deep hurt as JJ giggled.

“Confident words, I like it.”

“Well, I’ve gotta run home to change so I have to-“

“Y/L/N.” Emily called from where she leant against the doorframe. “I need to go over something with you before you go home for the night.”

“Em, can’t it wait until the morning? I’m already running late an-“

“Now, please.” She interrupted and the three of you shared a look when you saw her turn back into her office. 

“Have fun.” JJ whispered as she left, chuckling with Derek at the annoyance on your face. 

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked her when you walked into her office, she was leaning against her desk with her arms folded over her chest and an aggravated look on her face. She only looked at you, stepping over to you to lean behind you to shut the door before guiding you backwards into it. “Emily, what are you doing?” You breathed, barely able to get the words out with how close her body was to yours,

“Tell them you're not going.” She muttered with her body pressed against yours, reaching into your pocket for your phone and holding it out to you. 

“What?”

“Message whoever it is you’re meeting and tell them that something came up.” 

The way she uttered the words left no room for you to disobey, your thumbs nervously tapped at the screen under her gaze and she didn’t wait for you to be done before her hands grabbed onto your waist. She discarded your phone on the way, roughly guiding you backwards until the back of your thighs hit into her desk.

Lips pushed into yours roughly and without warning, stunning you for a moment until the feeling sunk in. The feeling of the woman you’d secretly harboured a crush on for far too long finally closing the space between you. 

It wasn’t the gentle and sweet first kiss you’d imagined, it was carnal and possessive, with haste and tugs of your bottom lip between her teeth. You could taste the remnants of cinnamon gum on her tongue when it licked into your mouth, pushing against yours strongly whilst one of your hands got lost in her hair, the other grasping at her back to pull her ever closer.

Her hands were just as strong as you’d have guessed when they grabbed onto the side of your thighs where you sat on her desk, squeezing roughly at the flesh as her lips ghosted across your skin, kisses along your jaw and onto your neck.

Her tongue licked over your neck with a suck at the skin over your quickening pulse, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh in a way that made you wince, making sure to leave her mark behind. You pushed her blazer past her shoulders letting it drop to the floor, feeling her toned arms beneath your palms with her shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

“You belong to me - no one else can have you.” She rasped, such possessive words uttered with her lips against the shell of your ear and her breath warm on your neck. “Guess I should’ve known a slut like you would find some stranger to fuck.” 

The way she hissed the phrase through gritted teeth made your head spin and the way she pulled your shirt from your body just made you melt. She truly had you in the palm of her hand, a harsh bite of her teeth into your collarbone and a hand on the side of your neck when your head tilted backwards.

Her thumb pushed onto your throat and she smirked against you at the way you whimpered, it only spurred her on. 

“You want me, hm? Want me to fuck you on this desk like the needy little thing you are?” 

“Fuck, yes. Emily, please.” You didn’t care how pathetic you might sound, all you could think about was the ache between your thighs and the fingers tugging at the button of your trousers. Her pink lips and darkened eyes, looking down at you intently, watching each and every reaction for her own entertainment. 

“You’re so wet, baby.” She spoke, teasing a finger through your folds, groaning at how soaked you were. “Is this what I do to you, hm? Poor baby, so needy - so desperate.”

She mocked you with a smirk, sliding two fingers into your pussy painfully slowly as you unbuttoned her shirt, marvelling at the soft skin of her chest, breasts spilling out of the top of her lacey red bra. You’d longed for this, to press your lips against the skin you’d wished to see, to hear her sigh in pleasure at the hand that squeezed at her breast beneath the material, pinching sensitive nipples much to her delight.

You’d always wondered how it’d feel to suck at the flesh of her chest, to leave a pink mark behind as a memento of where you’d been. To hear her praise of you being a ‘good girl’ when you rolled a nipple between your fingers deliciously and how it’d feel to have her digits curling into your cunt. 

To have her thumb drawing circles over your clit so deliciously, making your hips buck into her hand and your belly tighten with pleasure. 

You could hear the sounds of your own arousal with each thrust of her fingers burying into you, perfected motions, perfect precision as she brought you closer and closer to the edge with your cheeks flushing hot and your laboured breathing finding it tricky to muffle the moans at the back of your throat. 

Emily could feel you clenching around her, wetness dripping down her svelte fingers and she claimed your lips in a firm kiss to keep you quiet - away from any prying ears of any colleagues still milling about the bullpen. The kiss was sloppy, rushed yet passionate, a hunger not there before; your hand scrunched in her hair as you came onto her fingers. God, the way you moaned into her mouth just made Emily need you more, she’d always wondered how you’d sound. 

She pulled away with a bite to your lip, harsh enough to leave a faint taste of metal behind but you couldn’t bring yourself to care with the way she’d made you feel, still coming down from your high as she looked at you with parted lips and hooded eyes. She looked ravenous, positively starving, you’d given her a taste of what she could have and now she needed more. 

Her fingers pushed past your lips, hooking around your teeth as you sucked them into your mouth. She wouldn’t let your eyes unfocus from hers as you licked them clean of your own taste, holding onto her exposed waist while her free hand rested on your thigh. 

“You’re coming back to my apartment.” She stated, immediately buttoning her shirt and motioning for you to do the same.

If you’ve learned one thing tonight it’s that the green of envy is her perfect shade.

[storiesofsvu]

CM 17.3

Alright!! 17e3 here we go!!

(I meant to rewatch the first 2 eps before this but didn’t get around to it, so a more in-depth review/more film student analysis is still to come.)

Enjoy this chaos with no context for now! (a lot of it likely isn’t gonna be fully fleshed out cause I have a full thought/reply and try my hardest to type it all out super fast before the show moves on but I have to stop to pay attention OR something else comes up and im just SCRAMBLING)

Absolutely hate there’s no subtitles right away for this but I mean.. I could wait a couple of days til its on Disney I just have no patience.

GOD why is it so fucking dark.

Thank you Emily for not letting luke spill the beans, like, kinda like Rebecca as a person, but can’t trust her as long as her job goes

Okay, em is in the right here, both in the sense of keeping it quiet originally but also making luke keep hush. Cause im sorry but she’s right. It would’ve 1000% drove the team to the brink and split them apart AND made them spiral so deep about what was on the site/other people seeing them/trying to cleanse the web of them (which obvi is impossible). Esp jj of all people? Like I’m not really sure *what* is on there, but jj is the one with KIDS, a full family, she’s still in contact with her parents (at least the mom?) she’s probably likely known in the circle of the boys friends parents? Like that’s SO much damage control to stress over??

Im so fucking excited for prentiss’ wacko neighbour to come back loool

LOOOOLL em’s “oh.. oh no…” reaction. I love this.

Did pen just say “tik tack” instead of tik tok? or was I not listening properly lol

“what are you gonna do?” “put out fires” that is LITERALLY a boss’ job. This being said as a boss.

“I don’t want to say no to your face…” SAME girl… same

GOD Emily is so fucking beautiful

This back and fourth with Garcia and her opinions on tyler is SO annoying. At first she hates him and doesn’t want to even look at him, then they’re flirting, then they’re fucking. Then she’s all twitterpated and wrapped around his finger. Then she AGAIN wants nothing to do with him?? Even though in the last ep she was all high school girlie about working with an “ex”?? I GET that the writers/showrunners are piling the comic relief onto her/the situation but come ON.

“I didn’t call you” “your landlord did” BRUH. COME ON. I don’t care how crazy things are, you ALWAYS double check that! I once saw a dude backing into my driveway with a ladder and immediately went outside to be all “uh..hello?” he immediately pulled out his phone, named my landlord, pointed out what he was there for (damage to the siding of the house, I hadn’t noticed cause I hadn’t left the house and live in the basement) AND offered to call my landlord. ALWAYS BE SUSPICIOUS.

WHY THE FUCK ARE JJ AND LUKE PAIRED UP!!!!????? Jj’s a profiler, she’s obvi gonna be able to get it outta luke, or press him for details, or whatever. If he’s supposed to keep shit quiet why tf are they off together. (or were they specifically asked to be together by voit? Cause that’s just him playing into his bullshit again)

“Emily practising deception isn’t a lie. It’s good leadership” THANK YOU.

Also...to feed all the jemily shippers out there… if this was a fic written by me.. it would be bundled into the AI shit, but there would be pics of Emily and jj hooking up that were very easily proven to be legit and the entire situation would out them and that’s what the actual issue was/is with the site…

I understand jj is outside with Sydney and luke’s job is to keep the girls distracted inside but of COURSE its himbo’s first reaction to pull out the soccer ball INSIDE.

Okay is that just some weird direction/camera angles or are we eluding to the older sister being a cutter?

Emily’s reactions to brian were perfection.

JFC NO! who’s out there stalking them? Uggghh (though I will say that the moment something clinked in the parking garage I said to myself “pls don’t let her get kidnapped in ep 3…”

I KNEW IT WAS CARBON MONOXIDE!! So smrt

Why does it feel like tyler knows more about gold star than the bau does?

Oooo but he cloned the phone! Good boy!!

Penelope: in charge of tracking down tyler

Tyler: texts Penelope “I need to see you”

Penelope: “NO!” doesn’t reply….

Ah yes.. I was right about the cutting… oof. Uugggh talk about heartbreaking..

LOOOOL tara teasing rossi! “I think I pulled… everything…” HHAH

Im not gonna lie, I absolutely HATE that they went down this AI *porn* route, as if these fucking poor characters haven’t been through enough, and like, again as I said, JJ… she’s got the most damage control to do no matter what, and poor girl hasn’t dealt with more than half her trauma so far…

“but I didn’t exactly get it legally, so you know what rebecca’s gonna say” THANK YOU. But also, like fuck that. cause this show has ALWAYS been above the law in that sense. I can’t remember if I said it in last week’s summary or if it was another random post, but CM vs like, SVU is WILD because we NEVER see things past the cuffs being put on/the unsub getting killed/killing themselves. We never go to court, we never see the legal side of it BECAUSE 99% of them would be not guilty due to mental…defect? LOL I know that’s not the right word/phrase but you know what I mean. CM is about the mind of the criminal and chasing them down and finding out the trigger and stressor and figuring out the pattern, not seeing things through to court and prison.

and while I love the addition of her character (Rebecca), it’s making other characters act in ways they never have before/never would simply because now the show is implicating the legal side of things. again, love having Rebecca and that boundary in line for the team but it is messing with the normal dynamics we are used to. Like..as IF Penelope would have any issue using an illegally cloned phone in the past. She was all “don’t ask questions” “well yes I *could* get access to that record, but it is technically sealed” and hotch would be all “I didn’t hear anything…”

LOL Emily with a full bottle of wine at her desk. Love her. god she’s SO annoyed with brian and I love it.

SEE this is why luke never should have said anything. Cause it doesn’t matter how hard you try not to look, you’re never going to be able to resist being able to look it up, no matter how bad it is, how fake and evil and ugly it is, you’re still gonna want to know and jj didn’t need to see that/know about it. How is she supposed to go home and act ok now??

“okay they’re here… somehow” DUDE YOU KNOW BETTER EM! Doesn’t matter that youre in an fbi parking garage, no cop gets there that fast!!

Also..that red coat is TRENCH COAT. YEESSS

Oh FUCK YOU BRIAN

“FUCKING BRIAN!” thankkkkk you em

THAT’S HOW IT ENDS SEERIOUSLY? Ffs.

Also…in all seriousness. Em was in HER office at the BAU, somewhere you (I assume) need clearance to get on property, much less in the building or into the parking, so WHY/HOW the FUCK were both brian, the guys who beat him up and whoever took the pictures get clearance?? SHOULDN’T QUANTICO HAVE SOME PRETTY FUCKING HIGH SECURITY LEVELS???

[thrawns-babygirl]

I Need Your Love (Crosshair x F!Reader)

I needed to write something really fluffy for Crosshair after the last episode because lets be real our man needs so much loving right now.

This also starts off my collection of fics that are very loosely based on Half Alive songs. This one was inspired by Brighton on the Conditions of a Punk album becuase gdi i love that album so much. and if anyone is a bit of a soft punk it's Crosshair. Pls give feedback

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Unprotected PiV, Creampie, Emotions Word Count: 1100+

Masterlist

He enters your quarters, wordlessly, dressed only in his blacks.

You were laying on your bed, already in your sleep clothes flicking through mission reports on your datapad, blankets draped over your form, the Kamino rain pelting against the tiny windows of your room. He doesn’t say anything to you as his long legs bring him over to your bed. He pulls back the covers and slides in next to you, head resting against your shoulder, as he watches you work. Your hand moves to the crown of his head, stroking through the soft strands of his silver hair, still damp from showering and he sighs.

“How were the missions, Cross?” you place your datapad down on the small table next to your bed and turn so that you’re facing him, resting on your elbow as your other hand soothes down his arm, feeling the tense muscles under the course fabric of his blacks.

“Don’t wanna talk about ‘em” his voice is muffled from where he presses his face into your chest, his long arm slung around your waist as he runs his fingers across the skin of your back where your sleep shirt rides up. You just lie together like that, for ages, pressing soothing touches to one another and just being together in the same room again, breathing the same air, after far too many rotations apart.

“That bad huh?” you chuckle, still stroking his hair.

His hand moves down, softly massaging the flesh of your thigh before moving it over his waist. Your hand moves from its place atop his head to rub his back, effectively caging him in your warm embrace. He lets out a sigh that is far too weathered and weary for your taste. This man, your man, deserves more than being sent out on mission after mission, planet after planet, into countless warzones.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as Crosshair begins placing gentle kisses on the exposed skin of your stomach, lifting your shirt as he travels upwards, a definite change of pace from the hurried fucking to two of you tend to engage in when he returns to Kamino after being apart for so long. He places his mouth around one of your nipples, running his tongue along the bud, then moving his mouth over to the other one and giving it the same loving treatment.

You sit up so that he can remove your shirt, leaving your chest exposed to him as he continues kissing up your neck before placing a passionate kiss to your lips. He gently guides you to lie back against the pillows, mouth never leaving yours as he holds himself over you. Cycles of emotions and longing seep from him into you as your tongue meets his in a loving embrace. Resting on his elbows, his hands find the thin material of your sleep shorts and you move your hips to help him peel them from your body until you are totally naked before him.

He pulls away, lips slightly swollen, face flushed and eyes wide as his eyes trail down over your nude form before he’s tugging off the top half of his blacks and connecting his mouth with yours again as he works on ridding himself of the bottom half. Your hands find their way to his face, just holding him close to you, reminding you that he is here, he is alive and he is safe. It won’t stay that way forever, but for now your man is here, with you, and that’s all that matters.

You reluctantly break apart for air, just staring into each other’s eyes. He places his forehead on yours as one of his hands makes its way down your body, between your thighs to your clit where he starts rubbing tight circles against your sensitive bud. Your eyes fall shut, head falling back into the pillows lost in the feeling of his talented fingers against you, bringing you towards the edge with a practiced ease. No one else has ever known you like he does, no one else could have your body singing and nerves on fire like he does. Your soft moans and whimpers spur him on as he dips a finger into your entrance, then a second as his thumb continues where they left off, swirling against your clit, your hands tangling in the sheets, looking for anything to keep you in the here and now as your peak approaches.

The friction on your clit and the feeling of his long, deft fingers against your walls has you tumbling over the edge with a long, drawn-out moan of his name. Your chest rising and falling as you pant, you open your eyes to find him staring down at you.

His eyes are full of emotion. You know he’s never been the best at expressing his emotions, but right now he doesn’t need to. Your eyes flutter closed as he pushes his length inside of you, his girth almost feeling like too much after so long apart. He groans, lost in the feeling of your tight walls choking his length, stilling for a moment to let you adjust to his size. Its only after you start squirming that he begins slowly thrusting in and out of you, keeping a leisurely pace, lost in the feeling of you.

The arms that are holding him up are trembling as you run your nails down his back, thighs wrapping around his hips to pull him deeper inside you, closer to you. You open your eyes to see him eyes closed,  panting above you, scarred chest heaving in ragged breaths as his pace quickens.

“Been… a while…” he pants out above you, neck muscles tense like he’s already about to tip over the edge and spill inside of you. One of your hands moves down your body, stroking your clit as the intoxicating drag of his cock through your walls drags you closer and closer to the edge of euphoria.

You moan his name as you cum, your cunt spasming and clenching around him as you chant his name like a prayer. His groan rumbles low in his chest before he moans your name and shoots ropes of hot cum inside you, cock throbbing as his release washes over him.

The two of you lay there panting, Crosshair still holding himself above you on tired arms as he pulls out and lies down next to you on the bed, wrapping himself in your blankets that are softer than the standard issue pieces of course fabric the Republic try and pass off as blankets to the clones. He wraps an arm around you and pulls your back to his chest, resting his chin on top of your head as his long fingers draw patterns over your stomach.

“I love you so much” you whisper to him, scared to break the comfortable silence you’ve found yourselves in. He pulls you closer.

“Good… I need your love” he whispers back, placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

@where-is-my-mind-tho @starborncyare @antishadow2021 @healingskywalker @crosshairlovebot

[forlorn-crows]

Crowwwwwwwww I'm thinking of trans Mountain crying while getting peggeddddddddd can u help pls 🙏

trans ghoul tuesday, all this pegging talk . . . you know i had to do it to 'em.

enjoy my love

"These really do fold up nicely, don't they?" Cumulus teases as she pins his knees to his ears. Mountain’s wet with slick and saliva, cunt puffy and red where the air ghoulette had been teasing him with her mouth. His clit twitches as Cumulus traces the head of the dildo against it, slow and even. Mountain moans at the pressure and digs his claws into the sheets. 

“You’re so pretty like this, sunflower,” she hums. “Been waiting so patiently for me to fuck you, huh?” He whines at her words, another rush of slick drooling out of his hole as he clenches around nothing. He’s always like this under her: wet, blushy, needy. 

Mountain’s mouth hangs open in a wordless cry as Cumulus drags the strap through his folds, so slick and velvety. “‘Lus, please,” he breathes. “Please, been so good for you.”

“Aw, you have, haven’t you, darling?” She rubs a soothing hand over the backs of his thighs, over the scattered marks just as purple as her toy. “And you’re still being so good, look how wet you are,” she coos, dipping a finger between his folds. Mountain moans softly as she swirls it around his entrance, smiling when it comes out glistening. 

Cumulus’ gaze flicks up to his face, flushed a deep pink. He bites his lip as he watches her hold up the slick-coated digit, hovering just in front of her face. She reaches up to him then, smearing her finger over his mouth, grazing ever so gently against the chipped fang poking out over his bottom lip. He moans, immediately darting his tongue out to taste, to welcome her into his mouth. 

“There you go, have a taste,” she purrs, petting his tongue as he suckles. She continues to stroke over the soft hair on the backs of his thighs, admiring the goosebumps that pop up in the wake of her touch. He throbs when she gives the sensitive skin a little pinch, his little dick so fat and full of blood even without her touching him. 

Mountain moans around her finger and bucks his hips, pleading with glassy, half-lidded eyes. 

“You want me to fuck you, little clover?” Cumulus pulls her finger from his mouth, a thin trail of saliva stringing out between its tip and the corner of his mouth. 

“Yes,” Mountain says eagerly. His legs are just barely beginning to tremble, and his clit still throbs with every little pinch. The earth ghoul wraps his hands along the backs of his knees, holding himself open for her. He cranes his neck back with a groan as she dips that finger in between his folds again, prodding slightly deeper and making his back bow off the bed. 

“Please, Lus,” he begs in a broken voice. 

Cumulus brushes his damp hair back away from his face with her free hand, tucking it back behind his horns. “Okay, okay my darling. Let me give you what you need.” She gives him one last thrust with her finger before she pulls away, teasing his plump clit on the way out. Mountain gives her a surprise trill in response, a noise that makes him blush with a thread of embarrassment. 

“That’s awfully cute, sunflower,” she smiles, rubbing the excess slick onto the toy. Cumulus presses her hands into the backs of his thighs, just below his own hands. The toy rests neatly between his folds as she thrusts slowly, taking her time slicking it up. There’s no shortage of it, not when Mountain whines and clenches out another glob that attaches itself right to the base of the strap. 

“Doing such a good job,” Cumulus chirps. She runs her hand over the silicone briskly to coat it the rest of the way. She rubs the tip of the toy around his entrance, teasing the first centimeter of it inside. Mountain’s nails dig into the flesh behind his knees, tendons flexing in his hands. The softest of noises bubbles up in his throat as he fights the urge to pull Cumulus in. 

The air ghoulette hums and presses more of her weight onto Mountain’s legs, slowly pushing the length of the toy in. 

“Fuck, that’s—oh—” is all he can say as she fills his cunt, stretching him just enough. She slides in easily, a fact she continues to praise him for, until her hips are flush against him. Cumulus gives a sympathetic groan as the earth ghoul huffs out little uh’s as he’s made to sit with her deep inside. 

Cumulus places little kisses to his calves, smiling at the way his eyes screw shut and his mouth hangs open. “Just what you wanted, huh, little clover?” She rolls her hips ever so slightly, earning another gasp. 

“Uh huh,” Mountain moans, pressing onto the toy with any leverage he can. “Please, ‘Lus, need you to fuck me.”

Cumulus leans down to capture his mouth in a tender kiss. She rolls her hips again, still kissing him sweetly. Mountain whines through his nose, letting go of his knees to grab at her face and lick against the seam of her mouth, trying to turn it filthy. 

The air ghoulette pulls away before he can get a proper taste. Mountain’s legs follow her body, unfurling to rest on her shoulders as she inches out, slow and deliberate. The earth ghoul’s trembling now, breath quick in anticipation. 

Without warning, she drives home, burying the toy to the hilt in his cunt. Mountain keens, thighs threatening to squeeze together as he throws his head back. She pulls out again, thrusting back into him with the same enthusiasm. His clit throbs with it, fat and flush in the middle of his folds.

It doesn’t take long to set a comfortable pace, one that has the earth ghoul whining steadily and clutching at the sheets. 

“So good, ‘Lus, fuck, so so good,” he starts babbling after a few minutes. He can barely keep his eyes open now, alternating between rolling back into his head and staring through droopy eyelids. 

“You look so good, So pretty on my cock, sunflower,” Cumulus praises. 

“Fuck.” Mountain’s hands roam over his chest at the comment, feeling himself up. 

“Even prettier when I touch you . . .” she trails off, running her hand down the earth ghoul’s leg and coming to rest just above his pubic bone. Her thrusts slow substantially, reaching a lazy, teasing pace. Mountain’s chest heaves, every nerve under her hand alight with need. Her hand dips lower, lower, lower, until: “Here.” Cumulus presses her thumb to Mountain’s clit just as she presses all the way in once more.

“Yes, like that, just like that,” he chokes out, stomach twitching with each pass over his dick. He’s almost dripping now, Cumulus’ toy sliding in and out of him with no real friction as she picks up speed again. She shifts the angle of her hips, focusing her thrusts upward and using her free fingers to press against Moutain’s lower belly as she thumbs his clit. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Mountain chants, slipping his own fingers under her thumb instead, guiding her hand to press more firmly against his abdomen. 

“That’s a good boy, darling, there you go.” Mountain groans long and loud at that, fingers stopping and starting against his length with each thrust. 

“‘M gonna cum, gonna—fuck oh fuck—” His moan cuts off as the wave of pleasure crashes over him, body spasming and bowing off the bed. Cumulus fucks him through it, slowing only when he collapses against the bed half a minute later, gasping and twitching, hand still idly circling over his clit. 

“‘Lus, please,” he begs, knees pressing together in front of her face. 

“Oh, I know you’ve got more in you, don’t you little clover,” she says, a little meanly. 

“W-wha—” Mountain barely has time to ask the question before Cumulus is flipping both of his legs to one side, holding him in a slight twist. She leans back and thrusts deep and hard, reveling in the confused and fucked-out look on his face. 

“Oh fuck oh no,” Moutnain says through ragged gasps. He’s still twitching and throbbing with overstimulation, forced to take what she gives him. It’s nothing less than the hottest thing she ever does to him. He can feel the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes already, threatening to spill in hot, angry lines down his cheeks. 

“Aw, let me see those sweet little tears, sunflower,” Cumulus purrs, digging her nails into his thighs. 

Mountain sobs as another orgasm rips through him, tears spilling from his squeezed-shut eyes, flowing freely. 

[ramu-ego]

(nsfw) BONDAGE :: x femdom!Reader

the first request of the new account should go to my beloved @kisa-rae so pls enjoy ♡ - askbox open cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, aged up, handjobs, bondage/bdsm themes word count: scenario headcanons character(s): multiple

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

Shackled to the bed; spread, bound and tied with aching cock on display for you to smile as you drag your fingertip up the underside of his cock. Your meager motions bring out an almost animalistic groan to them. Paired with the twitch of their cock leaking an even fatter bead of precum down their shaft. As well as the pull against their bindings. He seems lost in the moment as the soccer player straddles pleasure and punishment, unable to do anything but take it as you set the rules the moment they were bound. "This excites you, doesn't it?" You tease as you take a polite seat on the edge of the bed. Giving him breadcrumbs of your attention only. First a hand on his thigh. Snaking it's way up until he finds you slowly jerking him off with one hand and the evilness of your other hand rubbing your palm over his slimy soaked slit, "Being tied down...at my mercy."

No answer aside from pinched brows lost in pleasure. But the leak of precum down his shaft as you pull away and watch his cock bounce up and down against his abs leaving stringy precum in its wake lets you know how much your cute boy loves these bindings.

Naruhaya, KUNIGAMI, Bachira, Isagi, BAROU, Hiori, Rin, RAICHI, Chigiri

"Look at you." Patronizing coo leaving your lips just as your fingertips drug down his chest. Each muscle tensing where your fingers once were. The very detail in his chest flexing as he kept his hands above his head just as you'd instructed, "Such a good boy."

Hands linked behind his head. The only thing he needed was your words to keep those limbs at bay. You could pepper every inch of him in affection and torture knowing he'd never break from your command.

"Keep 'em off, you hear me?" Your words more than any leather strap or satin tie could ever do.

As a reward for such obedience you couldn't help run your hands down his chest. Feeling the muscles twitch and tense under you. Leading you right to your favorite thing. Gently cupping his sensitive balls with one hand, encircling your fingers at the base of his cock with the other. Leaning over with tits on display as you slowly began jerking him off. Poor leaking red tip begging to be sucked, licked or fucked. Your only reward for such obedient behavior was your hands pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Knowing though if his hands stayed where you told them to be. A bigger reward was on it's way.

GAGAMARU, Niko, Nagi, REO, Kenyu, Kunigami, Kurona

It was pointless. Leathers, satins, metal, spread bars, bed post ties and anything else you could slip on his limbs weren't useful. The monster would consume in the worst way possible. One touch down his chest even and it was like you could only ride the waves of your needy boy.

Groping, tasting, squeezing and needing more his hands would and could wander all over you. Swearing he was pathetic enough to cum from a simple handsy make out session like this. You knew it only heightened the experience to let him feel out his own instincts under your guidance.

"Good, huh baby?" You squeezed your fist up his cock slowly. Clear precum leaking from his tip as you continued to milk him. Slathering his own juices all over him once more so your fist could slide up and down even easier, "Jeesh, you're so wet."

Muffled agreement when his mouth was full of your tit. Sucking and swirling his tongue around your hard bud as his hands roamed over your body. Tits, hips and ass all available for him to squeeze until your flesh dimpled under his touch. He'd need you to get him off. Too pathetic with his own needs the greedy fool could never keep his hands to himself the second you touched him.

ISAGI, Barou, KENYU, Sae, Reo

[robobotomite]

I'm curious about your pokémon ocs, pls talk about them :3

:D !! fuck yes... fuck yeah i will say right now, they're all OC x Canon as a fair warning!! and now. i blabber about them beneath the cut <3

there will most DEFINITELY be more in the future, but for now, i have about... 7? some in the works BUT...

BEA - a snobbish, preppy type gal... pink hair, dont care, internet celeb!! she's partial to grass types, but also really secretly loves bug types!! her ace is Lurantis <3 she is shipped with... guzma :] she has plenty of trauma and stuff... tehehe.

DANTE - referenced sami's personality for this fella... he's very partial to fire types... his ace is a (shiny) ninetales!! he is a cook. kinda. not professionally, but he's good at it. he is shipped with kieran <3

GAILE - shipped with hop!! partial to ice types(his ace is an Abomasnow)... he doesn't talk much, and is pretty awkward socially and yknow. not... shy, per se, but? the opposite of confrontational. he dipped out of the galar champion cup because the thought of crushing hop's dream was too much. he becomes an ice-type gym leader!! also, has an (adopted, kinda) sister named WREN-

WREN - shipped with... umm... bede <3 loves steel types. loves her scizor, steelix, etc. she initially didn't care about the gym challenge and didn't have any goal to become champion. but. bede comes along and is a massive prick, and she is fueled out of spite to rise up the ranks and crush him. also, her dad maaaaay or may not be chairman rose, so she also wants to stomp him down. <3

LUKA - for arven... <3 luka!! loves ghost types. he's kind of odd... seems like a very sleepy, aloof lil fella. blunt and perhaps a bit of the Tism... well, he may not exactly be human. let's just say... heh... he is a lot like professor turo. <3 oh, his ace is a dragapult!!

MELANIE - she has 3 entire lovers... can you believe it!! despite being a bit silly and empty-headed, looking like she might be a grass-type trainer or something, she is a dragon tamer. she loves hau, gladion, and lillie!! she loves her deino...

SIO - he gets... volo :] sent from the future back to hisui... hisuian typhlosion is his bestie!!

i haven't totally fleshed all of them out, yet, BUT. i have some art of them by the beloved @gorepill !! the wren and melanie are by me, but the rest are by bf !! crunchy quality on purpose BUT- i don't have art of all of em yet, but here are some !!

[dykeyote]

[this poem is abt being bigender and the way people treat being a man as of it overpowers being a woman i do not agree with the allegories here and i am in fact condemning them please god do not misinterpret it please please pl . its also not abt misandry or some bullshit i am a lesbian please god plea]

manhood is a man in a wifebeater, tall, imposing, a threat simply by his frame, coming home to womanhood after a long day at the bar, stinking of alcohol, stinking of who he is, and when he throttles weak, helpless womanhood, that stench infects her, steals away her vanilla-sweet perfume, her signifier of who she is, that scent that lets you know oh lord above this is a woman

manhood is red food coloring, dropped into the clean water of womanhood as a children’s science experiment, so the gentle girls and rowdy boys can come close and watch as it takes womanhood over, destroys it, leaves it stained, leaves it corrupted, takes away its purity through the corruptive influence of its touch until it is womanhood no longer, simply manhood dilute

manhood is a coyote and womanhood is a lapdog ready for the taking - lying on the ground, ready to be devoured, torn into shreds - set that meat down before the beast so he can tear into it with his teeth, leaving nothing left but the blood on his chops, showing the crimes he has committed against the gentle, the demure, the helpless, the weak, the whimpering, the defanged -

- but when i stand at the barn door and someone tall stands behind me and tells me that old mangy dog manhood has gone rabid, maybe always was, and i need to put it down and dig out that sweet puppy deep inside, clean that fur of blood and set her up pretty and tame her so she can be my prized little show dog, i don't know if i have the strength to get my shotgun

i tell them my fangs belong to the dog inside and not the dog she’s within, i tell them that my growl is not manhood speaking through me, but they say it growls louder - overcomes any voice i may claim to delude myself that i hear, barks and hisses and threatens and needs a muzzle before it bites with teeth that are not my own and will never be my own and will never mesh

even if womanhood is freed, her fangs open and visible, rough-em-tough-em and strong and capable, able to bite and tear through flesh and stand up for herself, she can never stand with me, i can never bite how she does, never enter her pack, without something weighing, without my teeth being sharp in the wrong way, without the fucking stench of it giving me away as false

[celestie0]

ellie my love,

it is time i shower you in praise because god damn you DESERVE IT ALL 🥺

you deserve ✨ ALL ✨ the love and praise you get and you ✨ARE ✨an incredible writer.

god, i admire you so much, and it’s such a shame there are people out there that are making you feel less than you’re worth. it pisses me tf off, like seriously let me at em. 😤

people can be really inconsiderate unfortunately…it’s really not easy to write such a fleshed out story and yet you manage to do it with grace.

the amount of care and love you put into your stories is so fucking evident in the way you write, i can absolutely FEEL the love and the passion radiating from your stories as i read them.

i really hope these asshats don’t make you lose that passion 🥺 you literally have a gift, and they are ignorant to how hard it is to write.

the characters feel so real, the tension is built up beautifully, the dialogue is so organic and entertaining as hell. girl i literally fucking LIVE for the banter you write, i eat that shit up 🤭 i would read paragraphs of just that, i dun even need no smut that’s just a plus for me 🤷‍♀️ a little cherry on top.

i can imagine how much ihm means to you, considering that you’re a med student yourself. that itself makes the story even more incredible in my eyes because you are sharing a beautiful piece of your own life experiences and perspective with us.

just want to say…thank you for blessing us with your writing. i will always love and respect the work you do 🫶🏻🥺 im here for the long haul girl, always in your corner cheering you on.

much love 🫶🏻

- aly 💗

hi aly oh this is such a sweet message and i appreciate you so much for your kind words 😭 i can’t even really explain what it means to me, just know i feel like a PHYSICAL warmth in my chest upon reading this hahah

i’m so happy u can feel the love and passion from my stories :’’) i just was feeling so down yesterday bc of the anon ask (and i got another similar one too which i initially deleted n then when i got the second one i was like 😃 ok it’s on sight…no more mr nice guy LMFAOAOO) but yea like i just really felt like oh my efforts must be goin nowhere if ppl still want smut so bad 💀 so to hear your praise like this i really don’t know what i did to deserve but i’m so grateful for it 😭…i know how passion can be such a fickle thing, and i definitely don’t want to lose it to ppl that don’t deserve the time of day. but i feel so replenished w passion after reading this!!

HAHAHA i’m so happy u enjoy the banter pls i have like a gigantic doc of JUST banter written for ihm 😂 they rlly be quarreling like toddlers. and yes :’’) i wasn’t a nurse but i did work the night shift as an emergency department scribe while i was in college and also worked at an oncology clinic, and like even though reader being a nurse n her mother being sick are technically “side plots” to the romance, i still feel so therapeutic in getting to channel some of my opinions of healthcare and my experiences w it as well, esp as a future physician

thank u, omg, i just feel really wonderful to know that i have you as a reader! it’s such an honor, seriously

sm love -ellie!!

[velvetsainz]

summary: [ cl16 x fem!reader ] corsica continues to inspire, even when away from the heat of the sun. part of the hot monaco nights series.

word count: 2.8k

content warnings: smut under the cut (minors dni pls!), a lil hint of plot, use of explicit language, unprotected sex (plan appropriately, folks), p in v, creampie, oral (f!receiving), google-translated french (i cannot and will not be stopped), em dashes strike back, once again time is a social construct

a/n: more horny fuckers in corsica (crowd cheers)! longest one yet!! struggled getting this written but ultimately happy with how it turned out, so hopefully y'all are, too. my biggest thanks as always to @lecrep @leclerc-hs @multiseb21 for their support & encouragement 🤍 enjoy, bbys! xx

As always, this was Charles's fault.

Well, kinda.

Okay, not at all, but, like, that’s beside the point.

What the point actually was that this was your favorite way to have him.

His hands gripped tightly into the plush of your hips, thumbs guiding the way your pelvis lazily drew patterns.  His cock was hard and hot and buried deep inside you, and the Monégasque was fighting all of his instincts not to roll the two of you over so he could find a way to sate the burning heat in his own core.

“Chérie,” he whined, hazel eyes still heavy-lidded as he’d only awoken a short while before.  Other parts of him had been awake for much longer, though, given the way he’d been grinding his cock against your ass before you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Relax, baby,” you chided with a heavy sigh, one hand on his toned chest while the other toyed with your pearl.  “You’re on holiday—enjoy it.  We don’t have anywhere to be.”

“But this is torture, mon cœur,” the man groaned, hands trying to urge you faster.  Still, you resisted and shot him a devilish look.

“This,” you rolled your hips tightly and flexed your walls around his throbbing member, “is nothing.  I can make it torture if you’d prefer that, though, hm?”

He let out a frustrated sound through his nose, a groan stifled in his throat.  His hands traced over the tanned expanse of your thighs before trailing to the small of your back under the faded oversized shirt of his you’d donned after he’d fucked you within an inch of your life the night before.

“At least let me kiss you, hm? Donne-moi quelque chose, s'il te plaît,” Charles nearly begged, the French tumbling from his lips as you ground yourself in slow, lazy circles.  He needed more—more friction, more skin, more touch, anything.  He wasn’t one to beg, usually, but he was more than willing in this instance.

“So needy,” you teased, but the way his hands tangled in your hair and his tongue slid against your own had your hips bucking in such a way that gave away your hand; you had a straight flush but his was royal.  A choked sound left the back of your throat as you moved your hips quicker, one of the hands in your hair moving to grab the flesh of your ass to urge you on.

As you pulled away for a moment, Charles didn’t waste his chance and used his other hand to pull back the hem of the t-shirt you wore and latch his plump lips to one of your pert nipples in a way that made your toes curl and your eyes close tight as stars sparked.

“Fuck,” you swore, “I–”

“So needy,” he teased like an absolute little shit before you swatted at his head and he took his golden opportunity.

Banding an arm around your back, the driver pulled you tight to his chest and planted his feet into the bed before driving his hips up into your own in a way that made your insides feel like molten lava. With a filthy cry, you grabbed tight to the sheets on either side of your boyfriend as he set the new pace.

“Je pensais que je te l'avais enlevé hier soir,” he grunted in your ear as he speared against something blindingly delicious within you, and his hand palmed at your ass with your tits pressed tight against his chest.  You knew it was good for him, too, when he started slipping into Italian, blurring the lines between the languages he knew so well until they were practically an unintelligible mess.

“Charles–I’m gonna—ah!,” you started to warn as the edges of your vision blurred and the heat in the pit of your core started seeping through the cracks in your bones.

“Je sais, minette,” he grit as he felt your cunt spasm tightly around him, his own orgasm careening towards him at a blinding speed like an avalanche in the Dolomites.  “Putain–,” he swore as his hips bucked spasmodically into you, pressing into the wet velvet heat as far as your core would allow as every part of him chased whatever would bring him closer to his completion.

You felt him shudder beneath you as his hands held you tight against him; he wanted to feel all of you, and you certainly were in no place to complain as your own orgasm started to recede.  You basked in the warmth of one another, the way your hips slotted so perfectly against his, how your hearts pounded against each other’s chests.

Part of you didn’t want to break the blissful quiet of the post-orgasm glow, but your pride had other qualms.  “You’re a sore loser, you know that?,” you teased as you rolled partway off your partner, hissing as you lost the comfortable stretch of his cock inside of you.

Chuckling softly, he shrugged as he turned his head to the side to see your heavy eyes.  “I have no idea what you are talking about—I was simply exercising a-a new strategy!”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.  “You are unbelievable, Leclerc.”

“Unbelieve...ably good?,” he asked with a stupid grin that made you roll your eyes once more before you leaned in to kiss him once again.

“Unfortunately yes–”

“Say no more!,” he beamed before shooting out of bed, reinvigorated.  He disappeared for a few moments, your eyes closing as sleep tempted you once more.

You heard him pad back in and around to the side of the bed you’d rolled to, something warm and wet touching the inside of your thigh.  Gently, he cleaned you with a warm washcloth before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Sleepyhead,” he teased gently as you popped your eyes open for just a moment to peek at him as he went about the room, tidying up from the night before.  You two had gotten a bit…wild, to put it mildly.

“I resemble that remark,” you quipped, eyes closed once more as you raised a finger in the air.  Soon enough, though, you were drifting back off to sleep, only to wake several hours later in the late afternoon.

There was a note on top of your phone on the bedside table, scribbled in his surprisingly neat half-print, half-cursive handwriting.  “Out for a run,” it read, a little heart and smiley face with its tongue sticking out accompanying it.  Unsure when he’d be back, you finally convinced yourself to slip out of bed and into a much-needed shower.  You smelled like a mix of salt and chlorine and citrus—heaven, to Charles, but the grit of it was a bit much to take.  Besides, you needed to wash your hair as the two of you had plans for the evening, and your hair had become a mess over the past few days.

Stripping out of the shirt you’d haphazardly thrown on the night before, you ducked under the warm spray of the shower once you’d managed to settle on a half-decent playlist.  Humming to yourself, you didn’t hear Charles come back as you neared the end of your shower.

Sitting on the bench at the end of the unmade bed, he watched you through the half-fogged glass of the shower as the scent of your soap drifted through the air and the warmth of the steam lingered at the threshold between the two rooms.  He shouldn’t want you as badly as he does, but there’s something about your connection that was more intoxicating than any alcohol or drug could ever try to rival.  Everything about you drew him in, pulled him closer and closer like he was caught in a whirlpool; you’d bewitched him—mind, body, and soul—and under no circumstance did he want the spell to be broken.

You caught sight of him as you stepped out and began toweling off, asking, “Good run?”

He nodded as he stood, finally kicking off his shoes and shucking himself out of his shorts and briefs.  “Not as good as this morning,” he wrinkled his nose at the qualifier, pecking your lips before restarting the shower so he, too, could join you in your newfound cleanliness.  “Good shower?”

“Not as good as this morning,” you conceded in teasing as you watched him slip under the water with a laugh.

As he showered, you went to work at the vanity, going through your neglected skincare routine and brushing the tangles from your freshly washed hair.  By the time it was wrapped in a towel and on its way to drying, Charles had finished his own shower and was drying off with the lone clean towel you’d left him (you desperately needed to do some laundry tomorrow).

Towel wrapped around his waist, he took up his seat on the bench once more, scrolling aimlessly on his phone to distract himself from how you leaned over the vanity as you carefully applied your makeup.  You’d abandoned the towel that had been around your body, tired of having to fight the damn thing to stay secured every two minutes.  Besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you naked before.

Charles, of course, did not mind this, but it certainly made it difficult to keep his focus on anywhere except the peek of your slit between your thighs and the curve of your tits every time you lent closer to the mirror in inspection.  It was dizzying, the way the blood rushed from his head to his…other head just at the mere sight of you.

Twitter half-held his attention for another five minutes, but that was all he could muster before he was stalking back to you and on his knees no less.  With a start and a gasp, you felt the heat of his tongue where you loved it most, eyes rolling back before you could catch yourself.  He hummed in response to the pitiful keening that left your lips.

“You are—fuck,” you started, caught off guard by the earnest press of Charles's thumb against your clit, “insatiable.  How do…how?” You had no idea where he pulled the stamina from, but you certainly weren’t complaining nor upset.

Stubbled open-mouth kisses pressed their way up your spine until he was standing behind you, caging you in with a hand on the vanity counter on either side of your hips.  “Quelque chose sur vous,” he breathed into the nape of your neck before planting a searing kiss there.  “I don’t know,” he shrugged with a groan as he rested his brow against your shoulder.

“Like I said earlier,” you teased softly as you turned in his arms, in the small cage he made with his arms against the countertop, “so needy.” The smell of his soap was still strong, but there was also something uniquely Charles, something you yourself could never get enough of.

He laughed at that, and you could feel the rumble of it where your abdomens met.  “Maybe,” he relented with a devilish twinkle in his eye, “but something tells me you are just as–”

You tutted, pressing a finger to his lips. “Don’t you dare finish that thought. At this rate we’ll never make it out tonight if you keep trying to fuck me,” you warned with a tilt of your head.

“But–”

“No buts.”

“Not even this one?,” he smirked, thinking himself something of a genius as the little shit fully palmed each cheek and pulled you in closer to press tightly against his toned body.

“Especially not that one!,” you swatted at his hands before he started running away from you and your faux-outrage, leaving you alone in the bathroom to finish getting ready.

An hour later he peeked his head in once more, dressed in a linen outfit perfect for a hot, humid, night on the Mediterranean. (Of course, this was something you’d helped him pick because Lord knows this man couldn’t be left to his own devices when it came to style; he had the style sense of a 14-year-old boy, and yet you loved him despite it—you were truly a saint.)  “Almost ready?,” he asked, eyes raking over the mid-length sleeveless silk dress you’d chosen, hair pulled into a messy French twist with simple gold accessories.  It wasn’t until he saw the slit clear up the middle of your thigh that he let out an exasperated sigh.  He was in for a long night.

Turns out, it wasn’t the worst thing ever.  Because by the time you’d made it back to the villa, you were both half-drunk on sangria and unable to keep your hands off one another…or, at least, more so than usual.

You’d gone to dinner and afterward, a small club where, in the darkened corner away from the flash of colored lights and drunken laughter of other revelers, you two made out like you were teenagers again.  He whispered naughty things in your ear, hot insistent hands slipping under your dress to grasp at the skin he so badly wanted to be pressed against—especially with how you’d toyed with him all night.  If you thought you were going to get away with grinding your ass against him, trailing the toe of your sandal up his legs during dinner, and whining in his ear with no shame…you had another thing coming.

With you bent over the back of the sofa, Charles shoved your dress over your hips where he chuckled in disbelief.  You smiled a Cheshire grin, knowing what he’d finally discovered for himself: you weren’t wearing any panties.

“You dirty girl,” he tsked in your ear as he pulled your back flush with his front, a strong arm around your middle in a way that was reminiscent of your midday fuck.  His hand smoothed over the plane of your belly and dipped into the sacred heat of your cunt to draw a whimper from your lips that he’d been desperate to hear all evening.  “So needy,” he teased as he ground his hard length against the curve of your ass and into the small of your back.

“Please–,” you pleaded with him, your sangria-addled mind having one desire and one desire, alone.

“Ne t'inquiète pas, chérie,” he hushed you as you bent back over and started arching your back for him: you were going to make this an offer he couldn’t refuse.  Groaning at the sight, he pressed the tip of his cock against your soaked entrance before slotting his pelvis against your own in one fell press of his hips.

He cursed, dropping his head down to rest against the space between your shoulder blades.  You wiggled your hips in desperation, needing friction—needing anything—to ease the ache between your legs. Hissing at the sensation, Charles nipped at the skin over your spine before soothing it with his tongue.  “Je sais, minette,” he groaned before starting a truly punishing rhythm with each stroke.  His hands gripped tight at your hips, only stopping for a moment to help you hitch one of your legs onto the back of the couch you were bent over which allowed his cock to grind against something deep within you.

You were hurtling fast and hard to your climax, and you could tell your partner wasn’t far behind with how his praises and curses tumbled from his lips in equal measure. The Monégasque was a talker in bed, you’d come to learn, but even more so now that his mind’s filter had been soaked in shitty sangria.

“So close–Charles, pl-please,” you whined pitifully before a hand entwined in your now-ruined bun and tugged, wrenching a choked gasp from your throat. You babbled half-incoherently as he held you against him once more and his other hand snaked around the front of your hip to rub tight circles over your pearl with that perfect rasp of much-needed friction.

“Jouis pour moi, chérie,” he gritted in your ear, and you didn’t need to be told twice as waves of pleasure crashed over your body.  Warmth spread from your core to the tips of your toes, breath caught in your throat as you rode the earliest waves.  Your hips bucked insistently against him, his own losing their rhythm at the feeling of you clenching so tightly around him and pulling him headfirst into a blinding high of his own.

With a choked gasp and your name on his lips, you felt as he came inside you just moments after your own orgasm. Panting and positively fucked out, you dropped down over the couch once more, slowly but surely floating back down into your body. Charles draped over you in exhaustion, catching his own breath as one of his hands found yours and traced over it mindlessly with gentle fingers.

“I was wondering how long it’d take you to figure out I wasn’t wearing any underwear,” you pondered aloud like the thought of your bare cunt under that dress hadn’t just resulted in the fuck of your life.  You were a tease—and an unabashed one, at that.

“Mon Dieu, chérie.”

final note: one more part for our stay in corsica before we depart the island! hoping you guys will enjoy it! 🤍 as always, you can follow my writing sideblog @velvetsainz-writes where i reblog inspo & recs!

[this-is-krikkit]

For the ask:

3²+2

24/3+6

18⁰+17

This is cause you called me a math nerd grrrrrr

(Or maybe because I'm just tired and icecubed and made myself a too strong drinkkkk)

😘

ahskfdmfgkdmsj thank you for the ask but also pls go see if it's raining?? i hate you ughhh!! (i'm sorry about the 🧊 hope you're better today love you 🫂)

send me more writer asks

11. do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

do i strike you as the kind of organized person who would do that, nube? really?? HONESTLY???? well, get shooketh, bc i do! i mean.. i have some vibes playlists for like angst, fluff and smut, but i only use em if i need to fix a part of a fic that doesn't feel right. usually, i link a fic to a song or two (whether i wanted to bc of lyrics or it just accidentally happens) and then i listen to that song endlessly until i'm done writing the fic and i can't stand it anymore x)

14. if you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fanfic would you pick?

oooh that's a great one. hmmm.. i guess i'd pick right as rain since it's so different from canon and one i clearly envision in my mind bc it's so long, or maybe no shortage of nutcases because it's hilarious imo and i would looove to see a snk x bsd x bd x yoi AU art/anime, like how fucked up would that look?? hehe

18. what’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

i'm gonna pick 4 (i got carried away, let me bask in the sudden self-appreciation ok!!!) and they're all smut-ish. who's surprised? not me. and not you, either, you know my mind lives in that gutter ugh

🔞 under the cut

i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies (bsd, soukoku)

He has half a mind to break the kiss, if only to remind Dazai he’s never going to be able to last long enough to make them both finish this way, not when he eats about three meals a week and doesn’t look like he’s properly exercised in years. But the wet heat of Dazai’s mouth mixing with the breathy whines he feeds him without restraint, the perfect fit of Chuuya’s hands over his shoulders and of his locked ankles over the small of his back are too good, too perfect to be worth such a low blow.

get off with you, chapter 4 (yoi, victuuri)

Yuuri’s free hand comes up to cradle Victor’s face, gentle caresses against blushing skin even as his tongue slides between Victor’s fingers and his pelvis rolls in excruciatingly lovely circles under Victor’s, that perfect mix of raw desire and infinite tenderness that makes up Katsuki Yuuri’s unique, irresistible brand of beauty.

we built this town on shaky grounds (snk, levihan)

Levi doesn't think he's ever going to get enough of this; of them like this. Of the strong, overpowering stream of desire he can feel leaking so easily from every pore on their skin and entering his body, heart and soul through their hungry exploring hands, through the hips that eagerly respond to his own deliberate thrusts, through the tightening grip the most intimate parts of them have on him that's making it so fucking difficult not to plunge into the abyss of his own pleasure before he's managed to bring them there with him too.

scars (snk, levihan)

His fingertips relentlessly follow the trail of these dozens of secrets mapped out on their skin, some he's intimate with as he witnessed the event that tattooed them into their flesh, some he longs to uncover. All the while, Hange arches every muscle they can to increase the contact with his hand, and they either snicker knowingly whenever he traces a defect they know he's familiar with, or hum like they can feel his impatience and are silently promising they'll fill him in later about the ones that are still a mystery to him.

[yarssz]

Spud Muffin and how he travels to different malls

A normal botbot day n' stuff until someone else...another flesh being/human was hired

Kikmee: Double the trouble?! I thought Dave was the only mall guard around here???

Burgertron: Wait a minute...

???: Hello??? Spud Muffin??? You there???

The lost bots: *Gasp*

Bonz-eye: What's Spud Muffin doing with a flesh being?!

Burgertron: I don't know but we have to stay here and not get caught!

They see Spud Muffin running up to the flesh being.

Spud Muffin: SHUSH! They can be anywhere remember???

???: Ah piss,right...

Spud Muffin: We're going the other mall that you know has botbots too right?

???:That mall really loves you huh?

Spud Muffin:They like you more and who's gonna take away that fact?

???:Me.

Spud Muffin:COME ON BRO! Anyway let's go!

Ulf was there and was annoyed of what was happening so...

Ulf: SPUD MUFFIN!

Spud Muffin and the flesh being looked at Ulf

Ulf: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Spud Muffin: Talking to someone, obviously talking to someone, so pls go away!

Burgertron also comes out

Burgertron: She's mad that you revealed yourself to a flesh being...

Spud Muffin: Oh that? Nah, it's nothin'!

Burgetron: You also said that-

Spud Muffin:Were Going to another mall??? Yeah, tell em' Mussy!

Mussy: Basically we're going to another mall with a lot more bots!

Burg,Ulf and The lost bots: Wow!

Spud Muffin: Actually, you know what?

Spud jumps down from Mussy's arm to the floor.

Spud Muffin: I'll invite Burgertron and the Lost Bots!

Ulf: What abt me???

Spud Muffin: Their the ones i really have to apologize for what iv'e done...

The lost bots exept for Dimlit: Yay! Adventure!

Later in the bag...

Spud Muffin: You ok bro???

Burgertron: ...