#masterlist i guess?

[ceilidho]

'STILL WAKES THE DEEP' AU | MASTERLIST

SOAP x READER

You're an environmental scientist conducting research on an off-shore oil rig with only a few days left before you're slated to leave. The eldritch creature they accidentally awaken throws a wrench in the works.

Or: scenes from the 'Still Wakes the Deep' au

a collaboration between @bi-writes and @ceilidho

tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, Deep Sea Creature, Eldritch Monster, Minor Character Death, AFAB reader, TBA

First Meeting Warning Signs Trouble Brewing Something in the Water ...

Extras

Initial posts (1, 2) Series moodboard

[stellewriites]

cry harder, lost lamb

cw: slasher horror, period sex, non con, vague gore

you clasped both of your hands over your mouth to try and silence the heavy panting, fingers digging into your cheeks; only letting one drop when you felt your friend, faith, grip onto your shirt. you linked your hands together over your hip, both sweaty and covered in blood and dirt, but it didn’t stop either of you from holding on tight.

you heard her whimper and darted your eyes to her in silent horror.

she had clenched hers closed so there was no way to tell her to stay as quiet as possible with your desperate wide-eyed look. you weren’t risking speaking to calm her or even giving a gentle shush.

he’d found the others for less. if you had to you’d cover her mouth like you were your own, shaking hands or not.

as you shifted where you crouched, you could feel the uncomfortable stick of blood between your thighs. of all the times to be on your period. you’d bled through your pad a while back and paranoia had you feeling like you were leaving a trail behind you for him to follow even though you knew it wasn’t true, not even if you were at your heaviest. it was more likely he’d just be able to sniff you out like a shark.

regardless of blood or noise being your downfall, you weren’t feeling so lucky that you’d be able to get away if he did find you; from the lack of screams in the forest, it had seemed that the attacker had already caught the rest of your friends so there’d be no distractions to give you a head start.

bile rose in the back of your throat as tears dripped down to the tight seal of the hand still clamped tight and harsh over your mouth. you couldn’t think about the others right now, the state you’d seen some of them in, the sounds you’d heard.

you let out a slow, shaky breath through your nose and squeezed faith’s hand. there had been no noises after she’d initially whimpered; not from her or the forest.

the silence had you uneasy. it felt like he was close.

crouched as you both were behind the large, old fallen tree trunk, you wouldn’t have the best start to run for it if needed. you swallowed and tried to listen for any footsteps but there was nothing.

you frowned. you should be hearing something at least; the cicadas, or the owls or foxes, not just nothing. your heart dropped to your stomach and you scoured the forest from your point of view with darting eyes. you tugged faith to get her attention and nodded your head forward, towards the light in the distance, when she looked at you.

we need to run, you tried to convey. she understood going by the renewed flood of tears and tired slump of her shoulders. she shook her head defeatedly and you tensed waiting for her to make a noise and reveal your spot to the predator you knew was lurking in the shadows.

you squeezed her hand and nodded back firmly. this wasn’t going to be a debate, you didn’t have time and this was your best shot for survival. removing your other hand from your mouth you tried to smile at her reassuringly and wipe away her tears as she clung to your hand with both of her own. after a moment she relented and with a loud sniffle that had you jerking to look over her shoulder you both clumsily pushed up from the rustling leaves and started to run on weak legs.

“come on, come on, keep going,” you whispered desperately, breathlessly, as you dragged her along with you. he’d have already spotted you, there was no point staying silent now and faith needed all the encouragement she could get. she’d twisted her ankle and although you’d done your best to wrap it, it had made her significantly slower. “the cabin is this way. the car— if we can get to the car...”

you looked back over your shoulder as you ran, paranoid and ignoring ever horror movie rule you could remember, and choked on a wet gasp when you saw him.

he’d lost the hammer he’d arrived with, smashed gina’s head in with; the axe he’d taken from the cabin you and your friends were staying at and used to hack jason to pieces; the bear trap you’d watched him drag scott away with; but that didn’t make his presence any less frightening.

faith heaved loudly, sobbing hard, as you tried to pull her along faster, faster.

but her ankle gave way and her hand slipped from yours as you automatically kept running.

“no, wait, wait! please, no, please,” she cried and begged as you slowed and turned back to her. he was barely twenty paces from her now, if you went back you’d both be—

and the cabin was just there, you could see it, you could see the lights and the car parked next to the back shed. the keys were in your back pocket.

you turned away from her and sprinted.

“w-wait, please! don’t leave me, stop, you fucking bitch, don’t leave me, please!”

you skidded to a stop at the shed and opened the door, pulling out the first garden tool you could get a hold of - a shovel - and looked back at the sound of her scream getting cut off.

the light was dim with how far they were from the cabin’s porch light, the trees were not too tightly packed however that you saw how he knelt over her, strangling her as she kicked and clawed at him uselessly.

it would be a slow enough death that you could still get to the car without him catching you and try to drive on the shredded tire, even with the delay, but instead you ran back towards your friend.

you heard her gasping gurgles as you got closer and let out a guttural cry as you swung the shovel at the man. the monster.

his hands let go of faith and caught the metal edge with a wince and a huffed groan before it could hit his head. you heard faith suck in a gasping breath before choking on the sudden airflow and build up of saliva in her mouth.

he stood, still holding the end as you struggled to pull it back, and you saw where the edge had cut into his palms from the blow you almost landed. human after all, you almost laughed deliriously at the realisation. it only encouraged you to keep fighting back.

you tried again to pull it from him and he snarled, holding tight as you yanked and yanked until he finally let it go just as you put the last of your strength into it. the momentum caused it to reel back and you smacked yourself in the face with the handle. you stumbled to the ground with a cry, the shovel dropped and forgotten as you tried to catch yourself on the cold ground. your cheek throbbed, already beginning to swell, and a sharp ache echoed in your teeth where the handle had landed.

faith hadn’t stopped crying once she had her breath back, stuck laid prone between his feet, but when she started whimpering pleas you tearily looked up to see him lifting the shovel back up and spinning it so he had hold of the wooden end instead of the flat, metal spade. he raised his arms over his head, the shovel parallel with his body, and slammed it down, cutting off faith’s begging with a sick, slick crunch. you barely had time to look away before her blood spattered your temple and cheek.

you shuddered, your breath coming in short and thin.

“f-faith, faith,” you mumbled. you could see her, what he’d done to her, in your peripheral and it had you frozen. “oh god.”

he stepped over her, into the puddle of blood spreading ever closer to you, and crouched in front of you so you couldn’t see her.

“that was brave,” he said surprisingly softly, looking at you with inquisitive eyes. he gently tilted your face closer to his own and he smiled when you shut your eyes tight, your lips pressed closed thinly to hold back your scared sounds. “you’re more interesting than i’d thought. not so cowardly after all, eh?”

you didn’t answer as his palm drifted over to your plump cheek. it left for a moment but you didn’t dare move; his palm had been warm and the brief interlude before coming back left your skin cold in his wake. his fingertips were wet as he traced them along your cheek, dragging in the crude shape of a heart.

you opened your eyes as his hand pulled back again and saw his fingers covered in blood. faith’s blood.

your shoulders heaved with a gag and a sob while your stomach clenched as it tried to upheave your lunch for the nth time that evening.

he laughed as he watched you hunch over your knees dry heaving and stood to his full, looming height.

“i’m going to give you a chance, little lamb,” he offered plainly. “get running, let’s see if i catch you.”

you could tell by his grin this wasn’t going to be fair by any means, that this ‘chance’ was really just an extra layer of sociopathic fun for him. the hunt isn’t fun if your rabbit just lays down to die, the chase brings excitement.

you were tempted to say no, but you were well aware he could still manage to drag this out, painfully so if he wished; you could still hear faith’s chokes echoing. shakily you got to your feet and waited for him to indicate you could go, tempted almost to ask how much of a head-start he’d give or to try and dive for the shovel again.

“good girl. off you pop,” he said dismissively, and waved his hand as if shooing you away.

you scowled back, pissed that you were not only about to be murdered, but that it’d be done by a condescending prick, just to rub salt into the wound.

his smile widened and you knew your disgust was written clear as day across your face. you didn’t dawdle any further though, and instead turned on your heel to run towards the car not twenty five feet away.

you didn’t look back as you tried to pick up the pace, unsure on how long he’d give you your head-start, though maybe you should have if only to brace for the impact as he slammed into your from behind. he dragged you to the floor and pressed you flat even as you struggled wildly.

“get off me! get off!” you screamed, blubbering.

he grabbed your head and slammed it once into the ground, dizzying you and making your movements sluggish. your nose ached furiously and fresh tears sprang to your eyes.

he leant up and shuffled so he was knelt just behind your arse, keeping your legs pinned tightly together. you thought you could see lena in the distance from where you were laid, where he’d impaled her next to the fire pit.

you wanted to turn your head away but you didn’t have the strength and he kept one hand pressed between your shoulder blades while the other rested at your waistband.

“you on the rag, love? bled through a tad,” he snickered as he caught sight of the stain leaking through your jeans. you felt embarrassment wash over you and hated him all the more for it. why couldn’t he make it quick like he had with the others? or had he spoken to and taunted them the same? “let’s get a better look, shall we?”

he tugged at your jeans, letting go of your back to use both hands to pull at the sides until the button and zip gave way at the front beneath his ministrations.

realisation as to the intention of his actions came over you slowly, your imminent death clouding your thoughts until suddenly your arse was bare and his fingertips were running between your bloody lips.

“stop, what are you—?” you reared up to try and shake him off, but he pushed you face first back into the dirt. at least now you were facing away from lena.

“i just want to know if this pussy is more of a crybaby than you are,” he sneered into your ear before pushing two fingers inside. the blood helped slick his way, but you yelped regardless, feet kicking uselessly behind him. he set a rough rhythm and pulled more surprised cries from your throat.

“please,” you begged wetly, snot running from your nose and causing dirt to cling to your face alongside the tears. “just stop—“

“bleats like a lamb too,” he laughed. “the gift that keeps on giving, aren’t ya?”

he pulled his hand free and shifted your shirt up to your shoulders. using his slick fingers he drew on your back, another bloody heart. he snorted at the sight of it.

“you and i are about to have some real fun, love,” he promised. at the sound of a belt unbuckling you clenched your eyes shut.

[the-raindeer-king]

(A/N: This is part 2 to my Mama Riley au! Thanks for all the love on the first one. ❤ no content warning and I'm trying to keep this gender neutral. Enjoy!!!)

You never expected your angry rant to actually change Simon's behavior. But it has, based on Mama Riley's weekly updates. He's stopping by more, staying longer. He's actually telling her things, mainly about his coworkers, but she's just happy he's finally opening up to her.

While you believe her, you're not seeing the change yourself. Fridays are when you have dinner with Mama Riley, and now apparently Simon too. He just… stares at you, a permanent frown on his face. As if you're the one intruding.

Part of you is glad he doesn't talk much. The few sentences he does speak, the low timber of his voice makes your heart race. Behind the scars and unwelcoming attitude, Simon Riley is a handsome man. But your loyalty lies with his mom. He needs to be a better son, and some silly crush isn't going to change your mind that easily.

Ironically, it's said loyalty that makes Simon fall for you so fast. His loyalty is rock solid, a promise held steadfast, an ache he feels in his chest every morning. There's no one Simon cares more about than his mom, and to see someone else care so deeply and fiercely about her makes you so insanely attractive to him. On top of that, your concern for Mama Riley made you willing to say something to him, and Simon knows he's off-putting and scary.

What I'm getting at is that this man is so down bad, it's not even funny. He'd literally take you to the court house and marry you immediately, if you were willing. But you're not, and he's kind of clueless on how to convince you to give him a chance. He'd rather catch a live grenade bare handed than ask his mom.

His mom who clocked the crush immediately, and is trying to help him without helping him. Even if their relationship is strained (much better now thanks to you!), she knows her son, and she knows he has feelings for you. And while she's not trying to meddle, she is trying to create opportunities for y'all to interact and get to know each other.

Opportunities that Simon keeps fumbling because he clams up so bad around you. He's never been good around people in general, and his crush on you just makes it twice as bad. Plus, he's aware that you hate him, and that's not doing him any favors either.

Mama Riley gives him time to make an attempt, only to watch him struggle and usually fail. But the attempts he's making with small talk, bad jokes, bringing you small knick knacks from deployment; it seems to be working. You're both opening up to each other, growing a friendship.

But as the months pass, nothing grows beyond a friendship. You don't want to ruin things between yourself and Mama Riley. Plus, you're not entirely sure where Simon's feelings lie. He's just as weird and off-putting as he was in the beginning, just now he tells you bad jokes and calls you ‘love’.

And, while Mama Riley promised herself that she wouldn't meddle - Simon's a grown man after all, he should be able to handle this - it's almost painful for her to watch the way you and Simon dance around each other. Nobody here is getting any younger, and after almost a year of watching you two, she decides to take matters into her own hands.

Simon's two months into deployment, when Mama Riley invites you over for routine Friday dinner. You're barely one glass of wine in, when she drops the bombshell on you.

“You know, Simon's in love with you.”

[junabuggy]

𝖥𝖠𝖵𝖨𝖢ᝪ𝖭𝖲 , STAMPS, BLINKIES, DIVIDERS & MᝪRE !!

Favicons = ☀︎ Blinkies = 𖤐 Stamps = ☾ Dividers = ❋

-- What's a favicon? Well I'm glad you asked !! Favicons are small images that represent a company or website. Although some people just collect them for fun (like me!!!!!!1!!!)

-- What's a stamp? Stamps were made popular on Deviantart in the early 2010's. They are traditionally 99x56 pixels, and can be used to decorate any blog or website :3

-- What's a blinkie? Blinkies are a type of graphic that was popular 15+ years ago on personal blogs

-- What's a divider? Well a good example is right in front of you, BUT!! Dividers are any graphic that is used to divide two things, usually bodies of text. They are useful for breaking up blog posts and signalling the end of a topic.

(Hey hey!! I yoinked all this info from @cheezitofthevalley , go check out the two posts they have on this topic!!)

A little disclaimer!!!!! ⚠︎⚠︎⚠︎ none of the dividers, favicons, stamps, etc, unless explicitly stated by me, are mine ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ᗜ^)

I do try my best to find the original owners // their rules for reposts and credit stuffz, but sometimes I come up short

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[myokk]

Hi everyone🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

I just made a wattpad account, mmyyookk (idk I just kept adding letters until the username was valid🥲). I’ve seen some people say they prefer wattpad because of accessibility features and I’ve been asked quite a few times, so I finally decided to make one! I think I’ll slowly be adding my oneshots/fic there♥️

[gaytoescvlt]

cw: mean boyfriend, degradation (not really sexual), smut, unprotected, p in v, might be ooc but I can see him being a dickhead tbh.

Authors note: I haven’t actually posted anything for jjk before (I was too scared lol), so if you all like this and want more, lmk. This may or may not be based off my boyfriend, cause I needed to vent a little lol, it’s fine chat. Enjoy <3

Mean bf Suguru, who’s always degrading you in front of his friends.

“Look at you! Put your tits away slut, want my friends to see how desperate you are?”

“You’re fucking stupid, skank.”

“Get a load of this dumb bitch-“

His words stung, but you do your best not to let him know he gets to you. You know he acts big and bad in front of his friends as to not seem weak.

Mean bf Suguru, who barely ever texts you back.

“Hey Suguru, what do you want for dinner tonight?”

Read at 4:47pm.

“Hey baby, I miss you! Can I drop by later?”

“Ew idgaf.”

Staring at his texts made you tremble softly, wondering why you even bothered with him.

Mean bf Suguru, who acts like he absolutely hates you, almost all the time.

“Hey, wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Sure, sounds nice.”

He scrolled through for a moment before he picked a movie that you had mentioned you liked months ago.

“This is one of my favorite movies-“

“Yea, you talk so fucking much so I’ve able to learn a thing or two.”

He grabs your shoulders with a feather light touch and lays you to rest against him. His firm grasp is warm, safe, secure. Everything you wish he was.

He lays there with you, occasionally adding in small comments about things happening on screen. He cracks a few jokes and makes you laugh more than anyone else could. It’s the moments like this that you stay with him for.

You almost miss the way he presses gentle kisses onto your shoulder and the back of your neck.

Mean bf Suguru, who shows that he loves you with the way he fucks you.

“Fuck baby, you look so pretty right now-“

You sat on his lap, bouncing on his cock at a near brutal pace. His hands firmly held your hips as he looked up at you in utter awe, like you were the most angelic thing he’d ever seen.

“Fuck your so tight, take me so well- fuck!”

Suddenly his hands move from your hips to grab at your back. He brings you down so that you’re flush against his chest.

“Kiss me, please, I need it-“

You oblige and meet his lips with a messy kiss.

Before you know it, he’s flipping you onto your side, and is pumping deep inside you in a cuddle position.

His grip on you is impossibly tight, like he’s scared that the second he lets go, you’ll disappear.

He thrusts into you like a mad man, but every stroke is filled with the upmost tenderness and raw intimacy.

“I’m close babe, can I cum inside? Please, fuck-“

You quickly nod your head, feeling your own high rapidly approaching. He reaches in between your connected bodies and begins to rub fast circles on your clit. You begin to feel the pit in your stomach get tighter as he twitches inside of you.

“Fuck I’m cumming, take it, take it all like a good girl.”

With that you release at the same time as him.

He collapses next to you, attempting to regain his composure.

“Y’need anything?”

“Water would be nice-“

“Of course, babe, don’t need you passing out on me.”

He comes back with ice water and a towel and begins to clean you up.

Once you’re taken care of, he wraps his arms around you, and you soak up the next few hours of intimacy. You know that when you wake up in the morning, your boyfriend is gonna go back to being an asshole.

[amywritesthings]

happy bi visibility day to all my bi-lovelies 💞

[whollyjoly]

i was viscerally reminded of backwards ball cap!buck in jinx (4x06) and this demanded to be made

[mattsundaes]

freeloader boarding house tenants:

roommate!kuroo

roommate!mattsun

roommate!iwaizumi

roommate!suna

roommate!oikawa

roommate!kenma

[taintandviolent]

Les Fleurs ; Sofia Falcone x reader

summary: The first time you saw Sofia Falcone, she was sitting in the backseat of the car while you and the other guy loaded the flowers into the trunk. She turned her head and looked at you through the rain-spattered window. Your eyes connected for a split second, but in that moment, it felt like white hot electricity coursed through your veins. You'd never seen anyone as beautiful, as striking, as her.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 2.3K | SMUT, female reader, no use of y/n, sexual tension, kissing, mutual fingering, does this count as a flower shop au? I don't know, uuhhh maybe ooc Sofia I don't know that either, aaaaah, timeline isn't really specified but obviously before Carmine dies, um um I dunno what else, sorry!!

a/n: AAAAHHHHHH fuck me, man. I should've decided to write this before pride was over, but I'm DUMB and very scared of not doing Sofia justice. anyway, banners by @/adornedwithlight, @/strangergraphics, and @/arminsumi!!

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The first time you saw Sofia Falcone, she was sitting in the backseat of the car while you and Danny, the owner, loaded the flowers into the trunk. She turned her head and looked at you through the rain-spattered window. Your eyes connected for a split second, but in that small moment, it felt like white hot electricity coursed through your veins. You'd never seen anyone as beautiful, as striking, as her.

Every time she came to the shop, you felt like a chain lurched forward from your stomach and wrapped around her, fighting desperately not to pull her towards you. Your lust for her was indescribable, and violent. You longed to touch her, to feel her body pressed tightly against yours as you two explored every inch.

But, regrettably, every interaction you'd had with her was shared through a window — either the shop's or the backseat window. You never spoke to her. Never touched her. She always made eye contact with you though — and every time, your entire body felt the pressure of it.

It was considered a huge honor that Falcone Family patronized the shop. They were good customers, and usually had staggering orders that always almost wiped out the inventory. Every time that you saw Sofia though, your heart felt like it was going to explode — she held the trigger, and with a simple look, or a smile, could detonate it at any time she wanted.

You never asked what the flowers were for — it wasn't your business. And you didn't ask today, as you got the call to deliver the arrangements personally. You just marked down the address and said they'd be there within the hour. The Falcones were priority. Of course.

"You ready?"

Danny nods, slamming the trunk shut. It's out of the ordinary, this request. Usually, the Falcone family had people who came out and got the flowers from you, but today for reasons unbeknownst to you, they requested that the set-up be done by you two.

The drive takes about twenty-five minutes with traffic, and predicatably, the entire time, you're ripping stuffing over seeing Sofia again. Being in Sofia's house, sharing her air. It's been a few weeks, and you're desperate to lay eyes on her again, like a desert-stranded man desperate for fresh water. You run your fingers through your hair, tousling it lightly as Danny pulls into the driveway.

You open the car door and head up the pathway. Your knuckles rap against the wood a few times, until the door opens, revealing a cleanly dressed man. You quickly explain that you're here to deliver the flowers, and he opens the door fully, allowing you freedom to move as you need.

There. Behind the man.

There she is.

She's wearing a pale yellow mini dress that hugs her slender figure. The dress reveals just enough of her cleavage to torture you — your eyes graze the gentle swell of her breasts. Her hair is half-up, half-down and your fingers twitch, wanting to run through it.

You don't realize you're staring until Danny comes up behind you, shouldering you lightly to knock you out of your stupor. It works as he hands you the first arrangement, and you clear your throat, forcing your arousal back down.

Except… Sofia's now walking towards you. Her strides are purposeful and when she stops in front of you, the ground drops out from underneath your feet.

"Hi," she says.

"Hello, Miss Falcone."

"Set it there," she says, her finger lazily pointing to a long table near the door. You promptly obey her, taking the time to arrange it perfectly in the center. When you step back to admire the work, you feel her eyes on you. You turn slowly, and swallow the lump in your throat. You can tell she's about to speak to you, and while you're a capable talker, you feel like you're going to turn into a puddle in front of her.

"I've seen you before," she murmurs. "At the shop. You own it?"

Your abdomen clenches, knotting around itself. You feel like you're going to vomit from nerves. You shake your head. "Ah… No, no. Just work there. Danny's the owner."

"What's your name?" Everything that leaves her mouth feels loaded, like there's an undercurrent flowing rapidly beneath the surface.

You tell her, almost shyly, like you're stripping bare for her to judge. You're not sure why.

She nods, her lips purse as her tongue presses into the flesh of her cheek, swiping it softly around. She doesn't say anything else after that, just watches you. Her dark, lined eyes scanning over your features, your body, and the delicate, almost unnoticeable way that your fingers are trembling at your sides. She notices.

Eventually, you clear your throat again and offer a timid smile. "I'll go get the next arrangement. Where do you want it?"

"Depends what it looks like."

Sofia doesn't follow you back out the door, but she remains where she stands, her arms crossed just underneath her breasts. You wrap your arms around the vase, and hoist it into your arms with a small grunt. It's a massive one, filled with white roses.

Your steps are careful as you make your way back through the house, waiting patiently in front of Sofia. You can barely see her over the gathering of flowers, but you see her thinking. She looks towards the dining room, near a table that is currently being covered in appetizers. "Over here."

You follow her through the archway like a little puppy. I'd follow her anywhere, you think. The process repeats again and again; new arrangement is retrieved from the van, and Sofia orders you around like one of the hired help. You don't complain. Seeing her, hearing her voice, and mindlessly following her around are all things that you wish you had been doing since you'd met her.

"If I asked you to come with me somewhere, would you?" She takes a marinated olive from the appetizer table and pops it into her mouth, waiting.

The offer is simple. Casually asked, even. But to you, it's a dangerous invitation. Your veins flush with heat, and that same heat climbs its way up your neck.

"Miss Falcone," you murmured, quietly. "I shouldn't."

"Sofia." The interjection was terse, but the soft smile on her shapely lips told you she wasn't angry. "And yes, you should."

She reaches for another olive, and you're locked on the way her nimble fingers find one, clamping down around it before bringing it to her lips. She moves it to her back teeth with her tongue and chews casually. "Follow me."

This time, she plucks a single white rose from the arrangement, and doesn't wait for an answer, moving past you with a carefree posture. Danny passes you with the final arrangement, and you whisper a hurried, "I'll be right back."

You aren't about to ignore her commands, so you follow her. You have to jog to catch up with her, afraid of losing her in this massive house. The rooms are wide and big, the hallways long.

Sofia closes in on a particular room, holding the door open for you. It looks like a bedroom — a woman's bedroom. Her bedroom, you realize, as she shuts the door behind her, leaning against it. The room is dark and cool, but your body temperature is rising very quickly. Too quickly.

"Sofia," you whisper. "What… are you doing?"

She brings the rose to her nose, smelling it deeply. You think she's going to ignore you again, but instead… she barks out a single word.

"Don't," she demands, taking careful steps towards you. The rose in her hand extends towards you, and she drags it along the column of your neck. You shiver; the satin soft petals are as soft as her skin, you assume.

She closes in the distance, and you feel the gentle heat radiating off her. Your noses almost touch, and you're almost certain that she can feel the hammering of your heart, even without touching your chest. The way her eyes play over your neck, over your pulse tells you that she's very aware of how your body is responding to her.

"Don't get shy now."

"What—what do you mean?"

"I know." She says, plainly, her dark brows raising high on her forehead. She drops the rose, and replaces it with your hand, and turns it over in hers. A single manicured finger glides along the lines in your palm, the nail scraping softly against the flesh. "I know you watch me."

You swallow and look down at your hand. Her grip tightens suddenly — her thumb stroking a path along the sensitive, delicate skin of your wrist.

"So show me."

"Sh-show you?"

"Yes. Show me what you want."

You take a single step, and bring your hands to her face, pulling it towards you. You press your mouth against hers — it's soft and warm, and you feel it twitch gently, amused by the sudden contact. The kiss is tender at first, months of longing tumbling out onto her waiting mouth. You move your lips against hers, but she's the first to nudge the seam of your lips with her tongue. She finds yours and tangles with it. Sofia Falcone tastes like olives and champagne, and the taste drives you closer to her.

You don't even realize when you moan into her mouth. But she does, and she finds the hem of your black jeans, fingers deftly undoing the button. You want to look down, say something in protest, but she has your mouth locked to hers, and refuses to let it go, so you don't bother trying.

One of your hands drifts down her body, ghosting over her shoulders and down her arms, along the length of her torso. With your body, you ease her up against the door. You find the soft, sewn edge of her dress and hoist it up slightly, the tips of your fingers exploring her inner thighs curiously. They're warm to the touch, and you hum into Sofia's mouth.

You break the kiss to utter an expletive over her lips. She smiles against your mouth and slips her hands into your jeans. The feeling is electric, and you moan again. The action pushes you further, and you slip your index finger past the lacy fabric of her underwear. You immediately find slick heat, and tilt your head back.

"Oh my god," you breathe. "Holy shit, Sofia…"

She says nothing, but pulls your head back down into another mindblowingly sensual kiss. There's a fucking ache in your core now, one that wants to feel her in every way. But now is not the time, you know. Her other hand snakes its way down into your own heat, long, slender fingers delving past your panties and into cunt. She circles your clit with a powerful precision — one that immediately makes you see stars. Your hips shake with the sensations, and Sofia's hand drops to your hip, holding it tightly.

"Tell me something," she says, licking your saliva off her lips. "How long have you wanted this?"

You swallow the taste of her, swallow it down like an elixir, and breathe out a shallow breath. "The first time I saw you. I don't even think — ah! —" Her finger slips into your cunt, cutting you off. "—fuck, that you even really noticed me."

"I looked right at you," she hisses. "You think I'd come to that little flower shop every time my father put in an order if I didn't notice you?"

Her slender fingers sink into your heat, over and over again while her thumb bumps against your clit, bringing you closer to the peak of pleasure. Your own fingers circle her swollen clit, delving down to tease her entrance every so often. You can feel her breath hitching against you. Though she doesn't unravel quite like you do, her uneven pants tell you that she's close, too. You fuck her then, and as your slickened fingers pump in and out of her, you hear the smallest, breathiest of moans tumble off her lips as she comes. Fuck. God, she's beautiful.

"Fuck, Sofia, please…"

"Please what?"

"Don't stop…"

She doesn't. In fact, she doubles down, adding a second finger as she plunges in out of your dripping cunt, curling her fingers to find the sensitive flesh deep inside. You feel the heaviness of your arousal as it tightens around her fingers. Through clenched teeth, you curse, and chant her name, until the orgasm ebbs. You rest your forehead against hers, looking into her black eyes. You press your lips against hers again, and linger for a moment too long.

Sofia pulls away, and in doing so, pulls her fingers from your cunt. She adjusts herself, fixing her appearance. The casualness of it all drives you up the wall — you feel like you can barely stand, let alone fix yourself. Somehow, you manage it, though.

"I'll see you next time."

There was a coldness to her voice, but underneath that, a promise. She would see you next time whenever that was. As she'd seen you all the other times, but next time, you knew would be different…

She opens the door for you. You walk through it, and don't look back. Another look at her would surely arise suspicion, but more than that, it would drag you back into her orbit — something you couldn't risk. Not only did you know what she felt like, you knew what she tasted like and that was a dangerous thing to play with.

Danny has clearly finished with the arrangements because he lounges against the doorframe, thumbing through his phone casually. Guests are starting to arrive. You tuck your shoulder in as you duck past one, and clear your throat, alerting Danny of your presence.

He lifts his attention as you approach him. "Finally, you ready? We oughta' get outta' here."

"Yeah," you say, almost defeated. You move around him, thankful for the fresh air. It hits your sweaty skin immediately, cooling it.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing," you hiss. "Sofia just… wanted to talk."

Danny raises a brow before unlocking the van. "Sofia, huh? You two are on a first name basis?"

You don't answer.

[gossippool]

gossippool's fic masterlist

because my intro post is getting too long LMAO. fics sorted by uh. however the hell i want

ao3 | poolverine collection: xoxo, gossippool

tracking #gossippool writes

unhappy man syndrome (32k words, 8/9 chapters) (x) 2/10/2024–

A month after moving in with Wade, Logan's nightmares stop completely.

the love i've found (days gone by) (2.8k words, 1/1 chapter) 19/4/2025

It's inevitable that something's got to give, after so long.

dead dogs don't bite (1.7k words, 1/1 chapter) 14/2/2025

There's a dead dog on his doorstep.

the angry house (6.4k words, 1/1 chapter) 19/11/2024

Wade takes up a job from Sister Margaret's, a job that should be simple but isn't. In a rundown house owned by a cokehead couple, he finds himself seeing his past in an unlikely stranger.

sunday morning synesthetics (6k words, 1/1 chapter) 15/9/2024

An old ghost comes back to haunt Wade, who infiltrates all of Logan's senses like tar.

diner blues and birthdays (1.5k words, 1/1 chapter) 27/8/2024

Logan has some revelations about Wade in the void's diner that he refuses to acknowledge. A year later, they revisit that moment in another '50s diner down the block—this time, with a celebration.

q: how do you make an onion cry? (5.3k words, 1/1 chapter) 22/8/2024

There are many things Wade brushes off, but words hit different when they come from someone you might probably definitely love. With time, Logan begins to unpeel Wade's many, many layers, and finds a man underneath it all.

the same train home (<1k words) (ao3) 26/10/2024

It's after their first mission together that Wade and Logan share their first kiss.

[attemptinghaikyuu]

When you’re sick..

Sakusa Kiyoomi is way too close to you. He insists it’s fine.

He’s got gloves, a medical grade mask, and he’s spraying everything the two of you touch. He says it so proudly. He acts like drooping himself over your prone form, as you shuffle to the kitchen for a cup of tea is going to help you. Like since he’s your own personal knight-if a knights job was to constantly clean you-he’s doing no wrong.

And sure maybe his presence is nice, but you know you don’t appreciate the glares you’re getting from coughing. It’s not like you can HELP it.

He double downs on his glare when you point out how it’s not helping to get rid of your cough. You sigh as you suggest he stops and distances himself. Again.

He pauses and looks at you, and says your name carefully. It makes you look up at him with a little frown, and he wants to kiss it away but instead he’s lifting your hands and cleaning them, asking if you’ve touched the kettle yet.

You continue to grumble throughout the day, nursed back to health by your germaphobic boyfriend. The one you’d thought would be the first to get as far as he could from your sick self. He finishes his care off with the silliest thing you’ve ever seen from him, a kiss blown to you that he tells you to catch.

You suppose you can live with Sakusa Kiyoomi’s nursing for a day or two.

——

When you’re sick..

Komori Motoya is staying the fuck away from you. He loves his baby, but he isn’t getting sick for you. <3

[itsmiyamore]

drunk (on you) — miniseries m.list

in which Sakusa Kiyoomi is very drunk and very down bad for you

— (isolated drabbles about drunk!Sakusa Kiyoomi)

drunk (in the front of your car)

cried like a baby (coming home from the bar)

tba

tba

[argylemnwrites]

Anyone Still Here?

So... it's been a while. I had a baby. I traveled with her internationally for a wedding. She turned one. I built a house and moved into it. I had a dental emergency a few days before my closing. Everything in the new house is now toddler proofed... until she thinks of a new way to get into a dangerous situation. I think that many life events safely defines my hiatus as "extended."

The Choices fandom is, I'm guessing, dying. I've not been on Tumblr or even the Choices subreddit with any regularity in over a year at this point, so I don't know this as a fact, but I have my suspicions. The mass culling of PB staff, the acquisition of PB by an AI company, former talent from PB starting a competing app would tend to indicate trouble on its own.

But a dying fandom is one that is more worth coming back to, though. I firmly believe that. When the original content is floundering, when fan engagement is dropping, that is the time that fan works matter the most. So, knowing that my readership is likely going to be non-existent and that my series have probably been written off as dead for quite some time, I'm looking to come back.

I've been "writing" in my mind on my commute again lately. Found myself missing engaging with these characters. Most of all, I want to finish my current WIPs. I don't know if literally anyone who was reading them before is still around. But if anyone is, I want to know if you have preferences about how I go about tackling finishing up my two unfinished TRR canon divergent series - Why Are We Still Waiting? and Fight or Flight. (And yes, I still remember how they both end, hahaha)

Not sure there are enough people to warrant true polls, so just going to post this here:

Do you prefer that I alternate between my two ongoing series, or is tackling one first, then moving on to the other preferable? If the latter, any preference on which series I start with?

Do you prefer I post as I have a chapter done without any regular schedule, or would waiting longer for me to finish the series so I am able to guarantee posting dates be better?

Would links to AO3 be acceptable if I find myself getting annoyed with Tumblr formatting, or will you only read on Tumblr itself?

If you have opinions, I want to hear them. If you've left the fandom, I hope life is treating you kindly and don't worry, I'll be posting a tag list clean up post before I start posting any writing again so you won't get spammed. If you've straight up forgotten who I am, no worries. It's been ages. Trying to find my most recent tag list is a joke at this point. I think this is my "up to date" version for my TTR stuff at least, but sorry in advance if you either should or shouldn't be included and weren't/were respectively.

Perma: @forallthatitsworth @mom2000aggie @kingliam2019 @lovingchoices14

TRR/TRH: @motorcitymademadame @iplaydrake @princessleac1 @twinkleallnight @marshmallowsandfire

@axwalker @sirbeepsalot @iaminlovewithtrr @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @hedgehogs-dilemmas

Drake x MC: @rubiwalker @walkerdrakewalker @petiteboheme @mskaneko

ICWAM: @sunnyxdazed

FoF: @burnsoslow @monstercyclops

[solargeist]

AUGHHH ok i made a page dedicated to explaining EvoAU and Xelqua, along with links and tags, [HEREEEEE] and i even put it in my bio. amen. if its broken im so sry i haven't touched tumblr editing in a million years

[stsgluver]

i hate smokers but like if it's geto idc i would make out with him EVERY TIME

LITERALLY

someone reblogged about if yn made a comment about the smell. THIS MAN WOULD THEN CARRY SPRAY OR SHOWER BEFORE HE’D ANYTHING WITH YOU. he’s so attractive and protective and also a little worried that you won’t like him as much for it.

imagine you'd both gone out with shoko and gojo and geto had gone for a quick smoke with shoko whilst you and gojo played air hockey and now you're on the way home in the car and geto's driving and he hasn't kissed you in like half an hour and your girl needs her fix.

“geto suguru if you do not kiss me right now, i will jump out of this car,” you cross your arms in front of yourself, letting out a dramatic huff as your boyfriend lightly laughs at your childishness. he hadn't been cold or distant to you at all - in fact, he'd been rather the opposite with his pet names and opening and closing the car door for you like the gentleman he is.

however, since returning back with shoko, he had swerved any form of intimacy that meant that he was too close to you. as if though one cigarette would be enough to repel you.

“you’d jump out of a moving car because i won’t kiss you?” geto glances at you for only a second and you get a glimpse of the amusement that twinkles in his eyes. he loves you so much. maybe it's because he's usually one to give you whatever you want whenever you want that you feel the need to act so spoiled and hard done by over a simple kiss.

“yes. so pull over,” you demand, as if though that is actually a possible feat given the fact your door is locked and controlled by a panel on his side of the car.

“we’re almost home, princess,” geto counters, his hand grazing your thigh between switching gears, “i’ll shower and—“

“suguru,” you dragged out his name in a tone.

“princess,” he copied you with another half glance and a grin.

“you have a girl begging for just a mere kiss and you’re barely even paying me attention.”

he scoffs lightly under his breath, muttering a 'not the first time' that you definitely hear. instinctually, you lightly swat his arm, letting out another huff as you shuffle to the opposite side of your seat away from him. as if though you wanted to be reminded that every girl fell to their knees in front of your man.

the light clicking of geto's blinkers fills the silence as he pulls into a quiet dimly lit car park. it takes everything in you not to visibly show your joy.

geto turns off the ignition once he's parked and rests his head back against his headrest, tilting it slightly in your direction. “c’mere,” geto clicks his tongue and pats his thigh. your brain hasn't even had the chance to process the request before you're already scrambling across to take purchase on his thighs.

you waste no time in grasping his face between your palms and pressing your mouth to his. your tongue pokes out to swipe against his lower lip and you'll never get enough of how he tastes - peppermint, orange sweets (courtesy of gojo's arcade tickets), and that faint trace of tobacco that only geto could make delicious.