#my tastes in writing and reading sync up

[breathinlove]

sticky fingers ellie williams

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synopsis: you and your best friend got popsicles on a hot day, but ellie finishes hers first.

cw: swearing, dialogue heavy at first, homoerotic friendship i fear, hinted themes, dirty minded hoes who act oblivious, a whole lotta mouth and tongue but no nothang but slighhhhhttttlyyy nsfw.

a/n: idk what this is it just came to me as i had a popsicle in the morning lmao... i js missed writing.

you're walking home with one of best friends, ellie, after a day at the park. it was a boring and oppressively hot day. you had bought yourselves ice lollies to help survive the sultry weather.

"is it good?" ellie speaks, pointing to your yellow popsicle.

"yeah, ellie, it's good." you say, matter-of-factly.

"i love pineapple." she looks away from you as you come closer to the crossing, both you looking to the sides of the road in sync.

“i know, me too." you reply shortly, not giving her the time of day, rapidly crossing the street. ellie stays silent, but not for too long.

"well..." she mutters when she catches your trail.

"yes?" you know what she wants but you still play dumb. you're not gonna give it to her.

“just a taste—" she starts whining, and you cut her off.

“nope." that's all you say in response.

you turn the stick horizontally as you get to the middle of the ice lolly, you suck on it and she's snorts heavily. she seems to drag her feet along the sidewalk.

“please, it's so hot out here.” ellie insists on the subject.

"it’s not my fault you fucking gobbled yours." you giggle, flicking her forehead.

she lets out a cartoon-like ‘ouch’ and she pushes your arm.

"bruh, it was small." ellie complains before wiping sweat off her nape, where strands of hair stuck onto.

“doooon't caaaare.” you smirk.

you bite the ice off the stick and she looks like she's mourning its loss. ellie loves pineapple artificial flavoring, despite choosing not to eat too much actual pineapple because when you two ate a bunch of pineapple slices together, you ended up with prickled tongues and mouth ulcers. it wasn't fun.

you can read her expression well enough to let out a chuckle, almost choking on the juice that pools inside your mouth. she clicks her tongue at the sound of slurping coming from you, she focuses on the noise of lawn mowers on your neighborhood instead, but they're just as annoying.

"ellie." you mutter with a heavy breath, she can hear what remains on your tongue moving. she hums in response.

you know ellie's annoyed. you were friends, but you were afraid that you had spoiled her. whenever you denied her anything, she'd catch an attitude. and you liked teasing her. you thought she looked cute when she'd look away from you with a serious face over something so small as a popsicle.

“lukami.” you say, he contorts her face in confusion, and you slurp at the juices to clear your words.

“look at me." you repeat, now coherently, grabbing her cheeks.

“yeah? what do you want?" she looks at you, and you take a disgustingly loud and final slurp.

ellie knows the pineapple stick is gone now, and she didn't even get to taste it. she pictured herself tasting it off your lips, or even your tongue. she wondered if she'd able to feel the refreshment if she sucked on your tongue after all the sucking you did on that popsicle.

“guess what?” you smile, she takes a little too long to answer and you wonder what goes through her mind.

but well, she's nasty, isn't she? she wanted it, no matter if it meant licking around one of her best friend's mouth. she's upset, but she knows it's silly.

“what?” she shrugs.

"i have popsicles at home.” you say excitedly and you look giddy, your sugary fingers still on her face.

“whatever," she looked away, forcing away from your hold. "get those sticky fingers away from me."

"that's a great album, by the way." you ignore her demand, chuckling.

you mess with her cheeks, smearing her with the syrup on your hand. you left a spot on her lips, she licked it. finally, she knows what it tasted like and she yearns for more.

“you're so messy, ya know?" she smiles wide.

you look at your hand as she grabs and holds it where it was, against her lips. you stop on your tracks completely, feeling her tongue stick out of her lips and coming in contact with the pad of your fingers, it tickles. you giggle.

she hums at the sweetness of it and looks up at you from your fingers, what a kid!

"ellie, please, what's wrong with you?" you laugh, and she does too. sugar puts her in a good mood.

“should've just let me taste it.” she speaks.

you would've thought she was done but ellie takes your index finger inside her mouth for shits and giggles, her warm as the day tongue massaging your finger as she sucks on it.

“you're so stupid.” you say, using minimal to no strength to push her face with the hand she entrapped. she smiles around your finger.

you feel the desire to slide your finger further into her mouth to wipe that shit-eating grin of her face. you imagined how ellie would look when she gagged on it, the shock in her eyes would be amusing, you assume. these thoughts run around your mind.

you think she might have an oral fixation by the looks of it,you look around, making sure no one was watching this seemingly obscenity.

"god, ellie.." you sigh in defeat when she flutters her eyes shut. you watch, mind running around her soft features and braking on her pursed lips, tainted red from her late watermelon popsicle.

then she releases your finger, after god knows how long (now that your fingerprint is practically part of her tongue’s muscle memory). you snap back to reality, freshly cut grass smell hitting your nose and unbearable sun hitting your skin.

ellie looks proud of herself.

"it really was good. what flavors you got at home?" she asks and starts walking again. you clean your now spit dirty fingers on your shirt and walk with her, enumerating the flavors of popsicles your dad had bought and stacked in the freezer.

[bedlam-barbie]

Attention

Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: Hwang In-ho x recruiter!fem!reader ; slight Salesman x fem!reader

Warnings: jealous!In-Ho; slightly obsessive!In-Ho; slightly suggestive themes and words: yearning; angst; probably ooc!In-Ho

Word count: ~4k

Author’s note: sooo this is my first fanfiction I have written in 10 years, what this man does to me… I needed some more recruiter!reader as I am so obsessed with the idea. I also included the Salesman as he is my other guilty pleasure. I deeply want to write a part 2 , let me know if you are interested!

Hwang In-Ho had always hated clubs. He hated the obnoxious music. He hated the smell of sweat and desperation. He hated people pushing into each other. He hated the shameless displays of people grinding and almost taking their clothes in the middle of the dance floor. He hated the cheap liquor diluted with water. He hated random people getting it on in those disgusting toilets. It was safe to say, In-Ho would rather be anywhere else than there. 

But there was one thing he didn’t hate about it. 

Her hair was bouncing to the rapid rhythm, her body somehow knowing how to sway to every beat of every song, sending him into a trance. She would always make eye contact with him lip syncing to the filthiest lyrics. Her lips always painted in a beautiful red color almost begging him to come over and taste them. It was almost like their own ritual. He would sit at their reserved table in a leather armchair, nursing a glass of whiskey, while she would be just within his eye reach dancing, a mischievous look behind those oh so pretty eyes. 

But tonight was different. Tonight, unless absolutely having to, she would not look at him, not address him. It was like In-Ho was not worthy of her attention. He was aware he fucked up, that was the whole reason he even showed up to this God forsaken rats’ nest. The more she ignored him, the more starved he became, a combination of anger and hurt playing at his heartstrings. 

Lust and guilt coiled tightly within him, indistinguishable from one another. She wasn’t just beautiful—her beauty was deliberate, a weapon she wielded with precision. And him, unarmed and unprepared, stood squarely in her sights. He should’ve looked away. He didn’t. In-Ho took another sip of the whiskey as he watched her dance with him as he contemplated what has brought him to this specific moment.

It was a sunny morning in Seoul, a rare occurrence in the grey autumn. He looked over at the other side of the bed, finding her sleeping peacefully. She was sleeping on her back, her beautiful hair splattered on the black satin pillow. Her chest was slowly rising and falling, his white crisp shirt covering almost nothing of her perfect figure. For the first time since he had met her 3 years ago, she looked delicate, youthful, carefree. Gone were the sassy attitude, the makeup, the expensive clothes and her sharp tongue. In-Ho placed a soft kiss between her breasts as he made his way out of the bed into the shower. 

The smell of her skin, the sound of her voice moaning, the softness of her delicate body, they were all stuck in his mind, as well as her little love confession. He was planning to get started on breakfast, make some coffee, treat her like a princess. As he exited his shower, he took a look at his phone, making sure he hadn’t missed any important work-related calls. The games were going to start in just over a week and everything had to be perfect. That’s when he saw the date. 

25th of October.

In-Ho’s heart dropped as he read it over and over again. No, it wasn’t possible. The 25th was going to be in a few days. He franticly opened his calendar checking again.

And again online.

And again, on his physical one.

And all over again on his phone.

He felt a rush of panic wash through him. Hwang In-Ho was not a man that panicked. Or a forgetful man. Ever. But even so the thought was plaguing his mind: He had forgotten. How could have that happened? Afterall, it was the anniversary of his wife’s death. He would always buy her flowers on the 25th. He would always bring them over to her grave. He would always spend at least 2 hours speaking to her, to her and their unborn child. 

Well, until now, he did at least. Uncontrollable anger burned through his mind. Anger at himself, anger at her. He was supposed to be at the cemetery. Not saying yes to her invite to have some drinks at the bar near their work. Not letting a spoiled insane subaltern seduce him with her long lashes and playful smiles. Not fucking said stupid girl who was two whole decades younger than him. 

He didn’t even realize when she sneaked behind him, putting her arms around his waist and smiling into his back.

“Good morning, handsome” her voice whispered softly. 

The sweetness in her voice made his heart flutter. Which in turn, made him even more inexplicably angry. His body tensed up under her touch and he pushed her arms away. 

“Someone woke up to the wrong side of the bed” she teased.

Under any other circumstance, he would have been amused. She would always tease him and he quite frankly found it as endearing as it also turned him on.

“It’s time for you to go” In-Ho replied coldly.

He could see her tense up as well. Her hands crossed over her body. His dress shirt which he found so unbelievably hot on her earlier now looked like a painful reminder of his own shame.

“Excuse me?” her voice was controlled but she was hiding her built up anger as well.

“I said, you should leave. You were great last night and everything, but let’s not treat it as if it was more than us scratching an inch.” His voice was measured and he looked into her eyes. He could see she was hurt by his words. Damn it, he hated seeing her in pain. 

“In-Ho, you said you loved me last night. You told me how long you’ve waited to say it, to kiss me. You kissed me as if you were dying and I was the only thing that could save you.” 

God, she was right. He did and say it all, and he did mean it. His face was cold unenterable.

“Maybe you should not listen to what old perverted men like me tell you. God, your father really did a number on you if you are dumb enough to sleep with any old men.” In-Ho knew his words would hurt her, but he needed her to stay away. It was better like this. The anger he harbored in that moment for himself and for her would only end in one way: violence. And while he was all for rough play, he would not touch her in that way. 

“I called you a taxi already”

Smack

The sound of her hand hitting him across the face echoed in the penthouse. His jaw clenched, his eyes suddenly burning of desire. The thoughts of his wife finally stopped and there was nothing but silence. Without giving it another thought, his palms found her cheeks pulling her into a desperate hungry kiss. He felt her body tense up and she pulled away.

Smack

Her eyes were burning of unspoken anger and pain, some tears threatening to fall. She angrily spit in his face. It took him by surprise. Everything was so quick.

“Fuck you” she whispered.

She turned around grabbing the remains of her dress and heels and she hurried out. She looked almost pathetic. Her figure gathering everything in the stupid white shirt. To him, she never looked so small, so broken and his heart almost ached. When she left, silence took over completely. In-Ho knew he screwed up, badly, but in that second, her feelings were the last thing on his mind. 

The next time they met was just after the games, earlier tonight. She had not tried contacting him after the incident and neither did he. Whether it was guilt or his shame it did not matter. He poured it all into the games. In-Ho tried to pretend it was just another incident that did not affect him in the slightest. At the end of the day, she was just another employee, another recruiter. He promised himself he would never betray the memory of his wife again. As long as he did not see her it was fine.

Then it came the celebration. Oh Il-Nam decided for everyone in the company to meet for dinner and a poker night at one of the most reputable places in Seoul. Their blackjack table was set apart from the others in a private room overlooking the city. It was a tradition after all, every year after the end of the games, they would come together to celebrate it. As he was very much aware, that would probably be the last one hosted by Il-Nam and as Frontman and the next in line to take his place as the Host, he knew it was mandatory for him to attend regardless of personal feelings.

At first, he told himself that it was fine. That he will see her again and they would both be acting professional for the sake of Il-Nam. While she was an attention seeker through and through, In-Ho was not about to grant her the satisfaction of regretting his choices. As expected, he was one of the first ones to arrive. One by one all appeared before the scheduled time 20:00. His heart quickened as the arrival time came and went but she was not there. He scoffed to himself. Of course she was late, always making an entrance, always captivating the eye of every man that dared to breathe in her presence. In Ho liked to lie to himself and say it never affected him like that. Sure, she was stunningly beautiful, but she was just another woman. And then she did finally appear.

Dressed in a mini black Yves Saint Laurent dress hugging every curve of her body, her red bottom heels clicking as she made her entrance. Her signature red lipstick and blow out making her look utterly ethereal. She had a black leather trench that one of the valets quickly pulled down. She was wearing tight high stockings and for a few seconds, In-ho forgot how to breathe. The officer looked at him knowingly and handed him a glass of whiskey.

She was a storm that commanded surrender, and everyone fell willingly.

Throughout the whole night, she did not even glance once towards him. She sat down next to the Salesman. God, how he disliked that one. In-Ho saw him as nothing more than a psychopath. A useful psychopath, but none the less, a psychopath. He never even bothered to know his name, for him it did not matter, he was as important like a gum stuck onto his shoe. He could remark that he was a loyal one though, every year bringing one of the biggest number of recruits for the games, as big as the ones she did. After all, he was the one that recruited him as well. He supposed his disdain for the man came from that. 

As dinner finished, the mandatory game of blackjack started. At this point it was tradition. It was Il-Nam’s favorite game and as it was most probably the last year he would take part in it; he saw it as proper to participate. However, he could not concentrate on the game. He heard her giggle, and his eyes instinctively went to find her.

In-ho saw her arrange the Salesman’s tie, while whispering seductively in his ear, her hand touching his chest for a little more time than necessarily. He felt himself getting angry as he saw the perfectly manicured hands traveling onto the other man’s body. It was not like he has not seen it before. He was perfectly aware of her flirtatious manners, at the end of the day, she acted the same way towards him. So why was he getting so irrationally angry?

“I win again. At this point, you guys have to try a little harder, it is getting exhausting to keep on seeing you lose” she said smugly as she dragged the tokens towards her, a smirk playing on her perfect lips.

“And what do I win, if I may be so indiscreet?” the Salesman’s voice purred close to her ear. 

“Children, behave, there are elders present” In-Ho’s voice rang before he could control it. He was starting to get irritated by the sound of his stupid voice.

“Oh, In-ho, it’s fine. I think it is rather exciting to raise the stakes. You know how these young ones are, they would do anything for the thrill” Il-Nam’s voice said amused. “And after all, I think they would make quite a dashing pair.”

Jealousy coiled in his chest like a venomous snake, hissing and writhing with every stolen glance he dared to throw at her. What did he even mean? The Salesman was 42 for god’s sake, and she was 25! It was not as if they were witnessing some sort of young exciting love story. No, it was a psychopath and a brat trying to get his attention. However, he gave a cold smile towards the pair and returned to his hand, wishing this night would end already. He had no idea that it was just getting started.

After about two hours, Il-Nam announced that he would be leaving. And that was the moment, In Hu knew things were about to take a turn. Until that moment, everything between her and the Salesman were casual touches. Nothing out of the ordinary, but he was aware of her intentions to make him suffer in every way she could imagine, and he was not about to let her succeed. 

“Full house” her voice sang. 

She won. Again. It would have been impressive if it was not so annoying. Did she have to be so good at everything? In Hu thought gritting his teeth. It was unfair how natural everything came to her. She was the most interesting and exciting person he had ever met. Every single move was perfectly executed with grace laced by playfulness, her fingers intertwined with a martini glass in one hand and a cigarette in another. Every time her lips pressed to the filter fascinated the Frontman completely. Every strand of hair framing her soft features, reminding him of the night they spent together.

“Not going to lie, you guys are really boring” she said raising an eyebrow. “But since I won again, I propose the following, you each owe me a drink at a place of my choosing.” 

“And where would that be?” The Officer asked.

“Oh, I want to go dancing” she smirked as she left the martini glass on the table.

“Dancing? I would rather shoot myself” In-Ho scoffed. 

“I’m sorry, did you win? No, I didn’t think so” she said looking straight into the man’s eyes.

 If looks could kill, he would have been a dead man. 

“Well, I for one would love to take you anywhere you wanted. A deal is a deal” the Salesman added, his hand slipping on her exposed back.

While going to a club was the last thing that In Hu wanted, he was not going to let him take her out of his sight. He clenched his jaw tightly. He thought about how easy it would be to simply pull out his gun on that psychopath’s head and simply end it right now. God why did she have to make it so messy? While replaceable, he thought about the hassle he would have to go through to find another man to take his job and actually do it as well. No, killing the Salesman would only create more problems for himself, but the image of her pretty face being covered in a quick splash of his blood was tempting. 

“Fine. Let’s go.”

And now there he was, watching her like a hawk, toying with his drink, while she was dancing with someone he should had squished like a bug, the second he got in power. No matter, in all due time, he would be gone. His beautiful muse was swaying seductively to the beat of the song while playing with the Salesman’s tie, her eyes hungry for more. In Hu knew that look well. It was the same look she had in her eyes while she was on top of him just a few weeks ago. Hungry, desperate, mischievous. 

“So, are you going to do something or let that piece of trash get your woman?” the Officer inquired pulling the Frontman out of his spell.

“I have no idea what you are talking about” In Hu replied coldly downing the rest of the drink. He had asked the bartender for the whole bottle; he knew he would need it the second they entered. He lit up a cigarette while pouring another glass, his eyes still stuck on the two of them.

“Come on, you look ready to jump and kill him on the spot” the other man said lighting up a cigarette of his own. While technically not allowed on the premises of the club, what were they going to do? Kick them out? 

“Maybe I will” 

“We both know that would be unwise. And besides, I’ve seen her stealing glances at you, that is exactly what she wants. So do all of us a favor and fuck her good, cause if you don’t… I just know he would make sure she screams.”

“Mind your tongue, Officer.”

“Come on man, we both know her type. Bitches like her need to know their place.”

The second the words came out of his mouth, In hu took his cigarette from his lips swiftly and extinguished it on the back of the man’s hand. He would not have anyone speak that way, not of her. The Officer winced in surprise but did not have the courage to say another word. This was a warning.

“Next time I will not be so nice about it. Speak another ill word about her and I just might shatter a glass and cut that finger of yours off. Or better yet, your tongue.”

His eyes went back to the show in front of him. There was his woman, dancing now on the top of the bar with a bottle of Don Perignon champagne. Her smile was big and seductive, her moves perfectly rehearsed. God, the more he looked at her the more stunning she looked. Her skin glistened under the club light. Her hair once styled to perfection was bouncing around wildly to the music. She moved effortlessly, like gravity was an afterthought, and the air around her seemed taut, tethered to her presence by an invisible string.

Seeing her like that, made his heart flutter. She truly was spectacular. And for a second, she looked at him again. He could have sworn the planet stopped spinning in that moment. Everyone else fading into darkness as if they were the only two people in the world. 

“Do you believe in true love?” Her question surprised him.

It was the night they met randomly in the bar by the office. In Hu was dressed in a jet-black Versace suit, his hair slicked backed. Expensive shoes were slowly tapping to the sound of jazz music in the background. He took a moment before he responded, his face staring into his empty glass. 

“If you had asked me this 5 years ago, I would have said yes.”

“And now?”

“Only sometimes. Usually when I look at you.” 

His words surprised even himself. Maybe it was the one too many glasses of whiskey, or the way she looked at him from behind those doe eyes. Maybe it was the way her knee was slightly touching his or her scent. Amber and vanilla. Always amber and vanilla, sometimes with a faint cigarette smell. She smiled and for a moment he forgot how to breathe. If only she knew the effect she had on him, he would never hear the end of it.

“Now, Sir, maybe you should stop speaking like that or I might start to believe you are in love with me”

In Hu did not respond but a smirk appeared on his lips. He leaned over to her and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. His palm then travelled onto her cheek finally resting by her lips. She looked at him, a seductive grin taking form. Carefully, she kissed his palm, and each finger, while maintaining the Frontman’s gaze. When done with her little show, she lightly took his thumb in her mouth slowly sucking on it.

“Tsk tsk, little dove, careful what you wish for” he warned her, his face stern but feeling his heart rate go slowly upwards. 

Her eyes effortlessly left his, her attention peaked by the Salesman’s voice, breaking their trance. As soon as he no longer felt her gaze, In-Ho made up his mind. He had made a mistake, one that he would do anything to fix. While he hated the way the Officer spoke about her, he was right about one thing. She was his woman after all, and this cat and mouse game was getting old. He was man enough to admit that he had lost against her and now all he wanted was to take her to his bed and fuck her hard to show her who she belonged to. He got up the sofa just as he saw her get down from the bar. 

“Finally,” the Officer muttered.

“Did I not make myself clear last time?”

In Hu’s voice snapped glaring at his colleague, taking his eye off her for just a second. His gaze went back to the spot he had left her but she was no longer there. In the dark he saw a glint of the back of her dress leaving towards the side of the bar. The Frontman finished his drink and made his way to follow her. He was not even sure what to say to her, he had never acted impulsively before. Every single one of his actions had been perfectly calculated for the past few years. 

Lost in thought he had caught up with her. That’s when he saw the scene unfolding in front of him. Her back was pressed against the wall, her hands folded around the Salesman’s neck, fingers tangled into his dark black hair. His woman’s legs were resting around his torso. He could make out the man’s face buried deep into her neck kissing it sloppily, her head tilted slightly on the side, a soft moan escaping her beautiful lips. And then she looked straight ahead into In Hu’s eyes. A sarcastic smile played on her mouth. Fuck you, her eyes said before capturing the Recruiter’s lips in a passionate kiss, her beautiful legs pulling him in closer to her own body.

The Frontman froze for a few seconds as he watched them kiss as if there was no tomorrow, their bodies busy in a seductive tango. Anger and jealousy danced within his veins fueling his body completely. Not now, he thought desperately trying to keep his mask of coldness from cracking under the club lights. But deep inside he also felt the familiar sting of a feeling he long ago buried. 

Pain. Gut wrenching pain. 

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Tip of His Tongue (Legolas x Reader)

Summary - Another inexperienced prince learning how to pleasure a woman.

Warnings - Smut, language, afab!reader, fem!reader, mention of female genitalia (reader), oral sex (reader receiving), weird descriptions (like always), lowkey brat!Legolas, slight edging (possibly), teasing, face riding, inexperienced!Legolas, dom!Reader, sub!Legolas, dom/sub dynamics, a hint of praise kink if you squint (Legolas), implied squirting (Legolas drowns in it, RIP).

Pronouns & POV - None, third-person

Word Count - 3,000+ (almost 3.1k but a little under)

A/N - Another suggested smut! "legolas learns to eat pussy. that's it." — (anonymous) Thank you for the suggestion, I hope you enjoy! I apologize that it is taking me a while to get smuts out, my health got a bit wonky which made it hard for me to focus on writing for long periods of time. I did manage to get through some other non-writing projects that had been in limbo, so it was not entirely wasted time. I am still in the process of writing some suggestions as this is being written, so thank you all for your patience and for your kindness! I am horrendous at replying to asks, but rest assured that I have seen each one and will be hoarding the kind words like a dragon hoards treasure (because you all are precious gems <3). Reader has no defining features other than soft lips, a round ass, and I will die on the hill that Legolas would not care if you smoother him. Smut below the cut!

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As the chilled caress of night air roamed against your skin, allowing the sensitive buds upon your chest to harden beneath the bitter nip of its touch, a heated gust cast down upon the exposed flesh of your cunt—shielding it from the night's bitter touch.

It was an uneven—anxious—breath. It rained down upon your glistening hole, causing it to appear as if it were sparkling beneath the orange hue of firelight, yet ever so slightly shielded by the shadow that loomed above. The warming caress of heated breath inched closer to the moistened hole—seeming to be drooling in anticipation under the anxious heat of the elven prince's breath as his lips neared it.

The elven prince's lips parted slightly, allowing the tip of his tongue to slip through the pearly gates of his teeth—swiping at the flesh of his lower lip as the weight of his head delved further between the plushness of your thighs—seeking out the sweet nectar hidden betwixt them. The warmth of his breath inched closer to the source of your lust; the tips of your toes curled in anticipation as the heat continued to rain down upon your eagerly awaiting hole.

A wait that was not for long, as the prince's restraint had begun to fray the moment he had laid eyes upon the delicious sight of your exposed cunt—drooling and eagerly awaiting the moistened caress of his unskilled tongue.

The wet glide of the elven prince's tongue swiped against the sweetened tang of your nectar; the act was a sudden, almost sharp, swipe. It was unplanned, a test of his actions as his ocean eyes bore up at you—sparkling amidst the sea of eagerness was the twinge of desperation as he awaited your response.

"Slowly." The word left your lips in a gentle breath, nearly sounding amused as you began to instruct the typically skilled prince. "Follow my lead." The bed let out a soft creak as your weight shifted upon it—your back curving forward, allowing the wetness of your arousal to press against the prince's tongue, flattening the moistened muscle slightly in the process for better leverage.

It did not take long for the air to fill with the harmony of the wooden frame creaking in sync with your weight as you rose and lowered the length of your cunt against the wetness of his tongue. The taste of your arousal was distinct; it was sweet whilst also holding a bitter tang amidst the sea of other various flavors, ones the elven prince had never tasted in his life prior—yet now they coated every taste bud upon his unskilled tongue as you guided him in the dance of oral pleasure.

Amid your guidance, the grasp you had mindlessly placed upon the smoothened sheets beneath you began to ease. A singular hand lost all hold over the luxurious cloth and quickly found itself tangled within the sea of silken locks upon the elven prince's head—furthering the leverage you held upon him as you continued to puppet him to your pleasure.

"There we go," A familiar heat began to spread throughout your hips as you breathed that small praise, yet your motions did not cease. "something like that..." The words were nothing but air escaping your lips as your neck began to crane backward, the weight of your head seeking out the plushness of the pillows beneath him as your hips continued to rock against the elven prince's face.

The praise was not lost within the chilled embrace of the night's air that it was breathed into: as ever the eager student, the prince began to mimic the motions you led him in moments ago. And it had started on a good note; the wetness of his tongue continued to lap against the length of your cunt, savoring the sweet nectar that seeped forth from it—acting much like a spoiled cat would with some cream. The motions were as slow as you had shown him, copying the exact motions you had done prior in the dance of pleasure—licking from the very top of your folds, swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves within them, and then slowly lowering to the hole that drooled so prettily for him.

Yet, the elven prince quickly found his pacing, growing more and more confident within the folds of your wetness.

It was a gradual change, the course no longer fixating on the entirety of your cunt as it quickly began to fixate on one location in particular—the drenched flesh that surrounded your leaking entrance. The sensitive circle of flesh leaked eagerly in anticipation as the focus fell upon it; it yearned for the internal caress of the prince's tongue—or other appendages—yet it was left in that state as the moistened appendage refused to delve within.

No. Rather than be embraced by the sweet, warming embrace of your inner walls—it remained upon the thin outer layer of flesh, merely circling it. The tip of his tongue grazed against your needy hole in a slow circle around the sensitive lining of your wetness, allowing it to catch every droplet of your sweet nectar as it escaped from your center.

"Fuck." The word escaped your lips in an irritated breath as the weight of your hips began to quiver from the slow strokes of the elf's tongue. Yet, the sound of your irritation did not seem to sway the prince from his actions, rather, the sound of your displeasure appeared to further his ministrations in tracing circles around your sensitive opening.

"Move." You instructed—the word escaping your lips in a mewled tone. The swaying of your hips grew more mindless against the patterns of his tongue, attempting to lure him into the warmth of your center. Yet the attempts were unfruitful as the wettened muscle of the prince's mouth refused to delve within your depths of pleasure, regardless of the beautiful ways your hips swayed against the smoothness of his face.

It would always be a breath away, the glistening entrance practically rested upon the tip of his tongue, allowing the elf to apply the faintest amount of pressure against the willing, needy hole as it flattened against it—the very first taste buds upon the tip becoming coated with the taste of your lust in the process, yet the others only lingered with the memory with the sweet metallic taste of your arousal. As before any further could become soaked in your arousal—to become welcomed in your caverns of pleasure—the prince's head would shift in the slightest of manners, refusing to give you the internal caress that you so desperately craved.

The warmth of pleasure that had once spread throughout your body began to shift into another heat, irritation.

A groan fell from your soft lips as the weight of your hips shifted against the moistness of his tongue, nearly chasing after it as you yearned to have the twitching muscle slide into your aching core. Yet, much to your dismay, the prince continued to lead you in a game of cat and mouse; shifting, swaying away from your pleasure—inching back the moment before his moistened length could sink into the overflowing fountain of your lust.

Fine. If that was how the prince wished to play his hand.

The grasp you had held upon the back of the elf's head began to tighten, at first a warning grasp to remind him of his place—yet you were soon able to see that a mere squeeze was not enough. It quickly firmed, knuckles clenching around the smooth locks as the tips of your nails began to dig into his sensitive scalp—the bitter sting of them lighting piercing the flesh of his head allowed for a hiss to vibrate against your moistened hole. A sensation that caused a shiver of pleasure to roam down the length of your spine.

"Up."The singular word hard barely lingered in the chilled air long enough for the elf to process it before the sudden, sharp tug of his golden locks forced his head backward. The action exposed every inch of the prince's slender neck to your eye as his head craned backward, yet your gaze fell upon the center of his neck—watching as the ball beneath his skill bobbed as he swallowed down a breath, as he anxiously awaited what would follow.

"Now." The elf swiftly rose from his knees at your command, his ocean gaze never leaving yours as his body straightened from the old, wooden floor beneath him—the grasp you held upon the back of his head never ceasing as he did so, merely tightening as you, yourself, shifted into a more comfortable seated position upon the bed's plushness—the blue heat of his ocean-colored eyes burnt into your exposed flesh as the prince eagerly watched how it shifted upon the softness of the bed beneath you.

"On the bed." The elven prince followed your second command as swiftly, and as eagerly, as he had followed the first. The anxious heat of anticipation emanated off of his tall, slender form as he inched closer to you; soon joining your side upon the softness of the mattress. The bed groaned as the weight of his body sat beside you, the mattress sinking inward slightly as he shifted upon the bedding as expectancy arose within him—the tight grasp you held upon his silken locks remained tight throughout this.

The tips of your nails found themselves digging deeper within the sensitive scalp of the blonde's head, embedding themselves with a snug pinch as the weight of his head was suddenly pulled backward—forcing the elf down upon the mattress. The curve of his back pressed firmly against it, his once burning gaze upon you now forced upon the sight of the old ceiling above whilst your grip remained firm upon the elf's head.

"And here I thought you would be easy to teach." The corners of your lips threatened to curve into a smirk, twitching in anticipation as you gazed upon the once powerful elven prince who laid weakened within the clutch of your palm—neck craned, eyes wide, and breath hitching within the back of his throat. Yet, you had managed to keep the corners lowered; wishing to keep your enjoyment of the elf's teasing secret.

"Regardless," The mattress creaked as your position shifted upon it, yet this was not any mere position that your body had contorted into. No. "you will learn." The weight of your heavenly figure had departed from the plushness beneath you, finding itself onto the sharpness of the elf's face—straddling it.

The plushness of your thighs encased the sides of his face, the heat of your cunt a breath away from his thin lips—lips which glid against your moistened folds as you lowered yourself upon him. The softness of his lips parting sent a shiver down your spine as the tip of his moistened muscle slid out from between the pink gates of his mouth—it swiped against your leaking entrance as if seeking permission to delve into the drenched cavern of your lust. "All the way." A command that did not need to be repeated, nor did it need to linger within the air for a moment longer as the length of the elf's inexperienced tongue dove into the wetness of your center.

A sensation you had been yearning for since this had all begun.

The act was not as swift as when the prince's tongue swiped against the length of your cunt—a shiver ran down your spine at the reminder of the act—it still held a decent pace. Every centimeter of the moist muscle eased into the warmth of your pleasure, lingering within the grasp of your welcoming walls for a few moments before the next slowly took its place within your depths.

And though the action was gradual, the elven prince adjusting to how the tang of your arousal coated every bud upon his tongue as he sunk into you, he did not dare to tease you any further—not wishing to anger the woman who straddled his face.

A satisfied groan rumbled deep within your chest, the noise slipping through the softness of your lips upon an exhale as the weight of your head fell backward—neck craning just as the prince's was—as you sunk further into the wettened internal caress. The flesh of your thighs tightened slightly around the sides of the elf's head, applying a faint pressure to his sharp, sensitive ears as you danced upon his tongue.

As a steady pattern began to form within the mindless swaying of your hips, the prince's moist muscle began to explore the inner workings of the walls of your lust. The patterns and pace he made held no true rhyme or reason—a swirl here, a flick against there, and darting in any position he could—but soon, one began to form as you led him in the dance of your pleasure.

The grasp you held upon the elf's head tightened, the tips of your nails piercing against his scalp—enough to leave angry reddened marks in their wake—as the puppeteering of his head returned. An act that caused the pleasurable vibrations of the prince's pained hiss to echo against your wet folds; the tips of your toes curling at the pulsation against your cunt as the dance of pleasure began to rise in tempo—soreness be damned.

As your hips rocked and rolled with rising speed, the bed continued to creak and groan under the vast movements, the weight of your cunt pressed further into the curvatures of his face, sinking into the sways of pleasure. An act that the prince met with the quickening motions of his tongue inside the walls of your sopping entrance. It jutted, flicked, and swirled within—soon finding itself scraping against the most sensitive spots within your core, before returning to the unplanned swirling within the hold of your warmth.

It danced within you, similarly to how you danced upon his face, guided by the silent symphony of pleasure—a tune heard by known yet known by all, accompanied by choruses only the soul knew to vocalize into the most beautiful, strained tunes of lust-driven gratification.

"Shit—" The word found itself caught within the back of your throat, hovering within the length of your neck for a few moments before it was pushed out by the rushing sound of pleasure that was your strained moan. The pace at which your hips moved had begun to shift as the heat of soreness within your hips began to burn with a new warmth—the warmth of nearing.

The fluidity of your motions began to lack, turning to sharper—almost stuttering-like—motions as the weight of your body pressed further onto the elf's face; the pressure of nearing completion made it hard to care, let alone pay attention to, keeping the prince's airway free—but he did not care.

Emboldened, the prince's slender hands found themselves upon the rounded flesh of your rear. The tips of his fingers dug into the plumpness of your arse, pulling it further against the smoothness of his skin whilst you continued to ride his tongue to your pleasure—his tongue curling inside of the walls leading towards your womb, scraping against one of your many sensitive spots.

A gasp fell from your lips at the sensation, a sound that soon masked with a deep groan of pleasure that rumbled forth from the center of your chest; the pace your hips held was fast and sloppy—the weight of your cunt pressed firmly against his parted lips, the essence of your pleasure coating his amateurish tongue whilst it continued to curl within you.

As the familiar tingle of pleasure began to rise from the tips of your toes, the piercing grasp you had held upon the prince's head had managed to tighten further, the skin around your knuckles tightening—almost revealing the bone—as you held onto his golden locks as if they were your only anchor from being whisked away into the sea of pleasure. The weight of his head rested within your palm as the weight of your cunt rested upon his lower face. The motions of your hips turned from that of stuttering into bucking motions, jolting up into the curving of the wet muscle as it scraped against one of your sweetest spots. The pleasurable tingling that roamed throughout your veins swiftly turned into the scorching burn of anticipation.

The static's intensity grew harsher, the burn within you brighter than that of a bonfire as every flick, every curve of the prince's novice tongue added tinder to the fire that spread rampant throughout your veins.

And, with the final flick of his tongue, you were consumed by the fire of ecstasy.

The familiar embrace of pleasure turned all to static, even the sounds of your incoherent moans as they danced within the air—and the hiss of the prince's lips as your nails continued to claw upon the back of his head, further angering the reddened marks the tips of your nails had left behind prior. All sensation had left your body; it felt as if your very essence had been whisked away within the chilled night's gentle breeze, yet still grounded upon the elf's face as your pleasure rained onto his tongue—drowning him in your pleasure, as you sank into the sea.

It felt as if all time had stopped whilst also speeding up all at once. As if you were everything, but nothing.

The sounds that escaped through your softened lips were incoherent, primal—a song from your soul orchestrated by the unskilled prince's tongue.

The bitter nip of chilled air slowly guided your essence back into your quivering form, the fire of pleasure being quenched by its numbing caress—yet the heavenly tingle of ecstasy continued to dance quietly within your veins. The sensations within your body slowly began to return, the weight of your figure feeling as if was weighed down by many heavy stones as you struggled to lift your quivering form off of the elf's face—the essence of your pleasure trickling forth from the corners of his thin lips, rolling down his sharp chin as he swallowed down a mouthful of your liquid ecstasy.

The bed creaked loudly as the weight of your body flopped onto it, the burning heat of your exposed form emanating beside the elven prince's head; the sound of your shared, uneven attempt of returning breaths danced within the night's air—both stunned at the prince's prowess.

He was truly a natural at his craft.

[thequeenofcurses]

Happy Birthday, Sylus 🖤❤️

cw: smut, birthday sex in the forest, kinda public but not really, forced orgasm?, sylus is sylus, im still learning how to write smut better, bear with me, didn't fully proofread so i can post in time whoops T...T wk: 3250

kinda based on the new sylus: where hearts live card, so spoiler alert?

lads masterlist read on ao3

Sweet Like Sugar

Three long hours of driving out of Linkon and you finally arrived at Sylus’ surprise birthday location. Thankfully the trip wasn’t a complete bore, with Sylus’ constant quips and questions about where you two were going for the day. 

You made the cutest “happy birthday” button—a hand drawn chibi of Sylus with a tiny little crow —that he proudly wore.

The national wildlife park entrance was bustling with cars, yet Sylus being the VIP he always is cut right through to the front, waving his black card at the attendant.

“Welcome, Mr. Che,” the attendant stamped the passes you were holding and waved you two in. “And happy birthday sir!”

Once you two traded Sylus’ elite convertible for the land rover, today’s adventure truly began.

The sun dappled through the dense canopy as you and Sylus cruise slowly along the gravel path, windows rolled down, the scent of wildflowers and pine mingling in the fresh air. The wildlife park is quiet, tucked far enough into nature that all you can hear are birds, wind, and the crunch of tires over fallen leaves. No tour guides. No barriers. Just you, Sylus, and the wild.

The drive had started like any other: casual laughter, the occasional startled gasp when a bird flew too close to the windshield, and Sylus’s quiet hums syncing to the low thrum of the engine.

He’s at the wheel, one arm draped casually out the window, the other resting lazily at ten o’clock, though his eyes often flick to you more than the road.

“You’ve been staring,” you say, smiling as you glance at him from the passenger seat.

“And?” he smirks, crimson eyes dark beneath snowy hair. “It’s my birthday. I’m allowed to stare at whatever I want.”

That smirk lingers long after the comment, heating your cheeks. You look away, pretending to focus on a group of deer grazing in a sun-drenched field. Sylus doesn’t push, but the tension between you settles deeper with every passing moment.

Eventually, you find it; a quiet grove of sugar maples nestled beyond a split in the trail. He pulls the rover off-road.

“Looks like we found your birthday treasure,” you tease, stepping out of the rover and stretching. The ground is soft beneath your shoes, and the scent of nature is intoxicating.

Sylus follows, his boots crunching quietly behind you. “Treasure, huh?” His voice is smooth, low. “I thought I already had that.”

You roll your eyes with a smirk, but heat flares in your cheeks anyway.

“Let’s see if we can actually get some of that maple,” you say, stepping toward the nearest tree.“I read that the sap’s still sweet this time of year.” You reach up, fingers grazing the bark, sticky with sap. “Mm. Sweet,” you murmur, licking a dab off your fingertip.

“I thought you said I was the sweet one today,” he teases, stepping close enough for his breath to warm your ear.

You glance back at him. “Maybe I lied.”

“Oh?” His voice is a low hum now, lazy and dangerous. “Then maybe I’ll need to remind you what sweet really tastes like.”

You break eye contact with a laugh, hurrying toward the trees before you melt under the weight of that stare.

The two of you playfully chase after the dripping maple sap, swiping at bark, dodging low branches, Sylus occasionally flicking sticky syrup at you with a mischievous grin. It’s light and innocent… until it’s not.

At one point, you stretch on your tiptoes to try and catch a drop of amber from a higher branch. Sylus comes up behind you, steadying you with one hand on your waist.  

“Careful,” he murmurs. “Wouldn’t want you to fall.”

Before you can reply, a blur of brown fur barrels into Sylus. A large labradoodle slams into him, sending both of you tumbling to the ground. Sylus takes the brunt of the fall, cushioning you with a grunt and a chuckle.

The dog licks his cheek as if in apology, then bolts back toward its owner.

The two of you stay there for a moment, breathless, laughter fading into a softer silence. The energy between you shifts, less playful now. More charged.

Sylus props himself on one elbow, his other hand finding yours, fingers brushing sticky-sweet sap from your wrist.

“You said something earlier today at the base,” he murmurs, voice a warm breath against your neck. “That I get whatever I want on my special day.”

You tilt your head toward him, your heart skipping. “I did. That was dangerous of me, huh?”

A soft huff of amusement escapes him. “Dangerous?” His hand slides to your waist, pulling you flush against him. “You know me, kitten. I am dangerous.”

You inhale sharply, your hands gripping the soft fabric of his jacket. The forest around you hums, but all you can feel is him.

“And what is it,” you whisper, “that you want?”

He leans in, lips brushing your ear like a secret. “You. Here. Now.”

And just like that, you're picked up, back against the tree, bark rough against your spine, while the sticky scent of maple clings to the air as Sylus kisses you, deep, slow, hungry. Like he’s been waiting all day to taste you. Like it’s the only thing he’s wanted since the moment the sun rose.

He pulls back slightly, eyes half-lidded and dark with want.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs, one of his classic lines, but this time, it sounds raw, honest, possessive.

You barely get out a breath before his mouth is on yours again, claiming. His hands slide under your shirt, calloused fingertips skimming heated skin. Your hips arch into his touch instinctively, needing more.

“Sylus,” you gasp as he mouths down your neck, sucking a mark just below your collarbone.

“Say it again,” he groans, voice thick with want.

“Sylus.”

His name is a prayer, a curse, a promise.

Your hands fumble at his shirt, and he shrugs it off easily, muscles flexing, eyes locked onto yours like he’s memorizing you. When he kisses you again, it’s harder, deeper, your back arching as he presses his body against yours.

“You have no idea,” he growls, voice vibrating against your skin, “how long I’ve wanted to ruin you somewhere only we know.”

The sunlight filters through the leaves, casting gold over sweat-slicked skin and tangled limbs. Clothes fall away like they were never needed. He lays you down on his jacket, soft against the mossy earth, and kisses every inch of you like it’s sacred.

The birthday boy takes his time, exploring you as you both slowly explored the park today. Inch by inch, worshipping your body, while undressing you. His long fingers find that sweet spot of yours, rubbing through your panties, reveling in your wetness.

Despite the mild temperature and the fact he now has you naked, his body above you is keeping you warm. Sylus unbuckles his belt, his scarlet eyes, never leaving yours. His pants and boxers slide off of him and he leaves you for a split second, only to return with some maple sap on his fingers.

He drags them, slowly down your chest, down, down, down, to your pussy. Starting from your neck, leaves playful bites and kisses and then licks the sap pooling down your chest, savoring in the flavor. You can’t help but moan, the sensation overwhelming. Sylus continues to go lower and lower until his throbbing cock’s tip is just reddened, begging for stimulation.

Not yet, though.

It may be his birthday, but he isn’t afraid to give you a treat, or rather, take a treat from you.

He collects more maple sap and pinches it, letting it drip down just above your pussy.

“I can’t…” he starts licking and kissing your clit, lapping up your slick mixed with the sap. “Get enough of you.”

“Nghh, Sylus,” your fingers find their way to tangle in his white locks while he utterly devours you.

“I want to taste- mhm-, all of you,” he says between licks. “Don’t hold back, kitten.”

“Sy–” You’re abruptly cut off when he quickly slides one, then two fingers into you. His tongue doesn’t relent, the warm muscle savoring every drop of you while his fingers twist inside you. They’re so close to hitting that spot. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “Sylus, please, I-I can’t–”

“Give it to me, kitten,” his warm breath tingles against your folds and his fingers pick up the pace. Finally, finally, his two fingers curl and hit that golden spot of yours. His mouth sucks your clit just perfectly, his warm tongue tapping at your nub juuuust right when you– 

“F-ffuck Sylus… I–” your red polished nails twirl his hair so hard, but he doesn't complain. Your thighs shake and tremble as they try to close around him. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his face, but when you open your eyes and see his throbbing cock, you know he wants more.

The way he crawls up to you, his face slick with your cum, the way his abs and pecs flex, how his scarlet eyes are full of desire, how his cock is leaking precum…

You grab him by his face and pull him into a deep, sloppy kiss, tasting yourself and the sap, on his lips and tongue. His arms wrap around your waist, pressing his hard body against yours.

You flip him over and straddle him, his eyes glued to your body. He bites his lip and groans, his hands running along your soft curves.

“Time for me to return the favor,” you breathe out.

“Hm?”

You give him soft sweet kisses, with cute little nibbles starting at his neck as you trail down his body. Your delicate hands grasp his length, feeling it throb in your hand. Your hand palms in comparison to his manhood, your fingers don’t even fully wrap around it.

“Kitten…” Sylus sighs, his hand reaching up to brush the side of your cheek.

“Don't worry, birthday boy,” you smile. “I'll take care of you.”

Your thumb circles around his tip, his pre-cum coating his cock. You start pumping him, earning a few low groans from him. Your lips find their way around his shaft and the first thing you do is lick up his precum.

“Fuck, baby girl, you're so sexy,” Sylus growls, watching as you bob your head on him.

The way you hollow out your cheeks, the way your tongue swishes around his cock, the way your lips pop when you come off his tip, the way his eight inch cock glistens when he's slick with your saliva…

Your mouth is so incredibly full and your eyes well up just from the pressure. WHY IS HE SO THICK!? He could kill you with his cock if he really wanted to. Your  head bobs him up and down, your hands even find their way to his oh-so-full balls that were just waiting to be milked by you. 

His fingers find their way into your hair and he thrusts up, a little too rough. You moan around him and he does it again. And again. The vibrations send his head spinning and the moans only make him fuck your face harder.

“Fuck, Kitten, wait-” You disappointedly slide his dick out of your mouth and look up at him, batting your lashes. There’s a cute trail of spit that stays connected to your mouth from his tip for a moment. It’s ridiculously adorable. 

“Yes?”

“I need to be inside you so bad,” Sylus' hand moves to cup your chin.

You sit up and straddle him again, this time, hovering just over his tip. He can feel the warmth and wetness of your entrance.

“Beg,” you command.

“Kitten,” Sylus chuckles. “Do you know who I am? What I've done? I don't beg.”

“You're the one who told me not to hold back, Sylus.” You smirk, grinding on him a bit. “Now beg.”

“Baby girl, please, let me be inside you, please,” Sylus says.

You slide down his cock, inch by inch, letting him stretch you out. He feels so fucking good.

“Good boy,” you coo, sliding up and down him, slowly.

Sylus' eyes are shut, his face contorted with pleasure. He's so beautiful.

“I love watching you like this,” you lean in and whisper into his ear.

“Like what?” Sylus grunts. He's using everything in his power not to bend you over against a tree and fuck you into oblivion.

“So pretty, enjoying yourself,”" you start going faster, his cock hitting the best spots inside you. "Enjoying me."

“Kitten,” Sylus wraps his arm around your waist and sits up, holding you on his lap. He kisses your shoulder. "I can't get enough of you. I never will.”

“Sylus,” you moan as he starts bucking his hips.

“Mm, you're so tight, baby girl,” Sylus breathes. “You're fucking perfect.”

“You fill me up so good,’ you whine, grinding against him.

“Shit, baby, I'm not gonna last much longer,” Sylus grips your hips and thrusts harder.

“Neither am I,” you kiss him and his hand snakes up to your breast, massaging and rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“You're mine, princess, say it,’ Sylus growls.

“I'm yours,” you breathe.

“Say my name, tell me who you belong to,” Sylus orders, his lips on your neck, biting and sucking.

“Sylus,” his cock slams into you, so close to your g-spot. “Sylus, I'm yours, Sylus!”

“Cum for me, kitten, I want to watch you cum,” Sylus growls, and you obey, cumming on his cock. Your nails dig into his thighs as you try to balance yourself as his pace quickens and he fucks you through your orgasm, his name falling from your lips.

“That's it, baby, so good for me,” Sylus grunts and he cums too, spilling his seed inside you. He holds you against him, your foreheads pressed together.

Not even a minute after finishing, he's hard again, throbbing, and he fills you so completely you see stars. He feels even bigger now. Is that even possible?

He lays you in the grass, on top of his jacket, like you're the most precious thing ever, never disconnecting from you. His hips press yours into the ground, his weight warm and perfect and solid. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, until the sound of his voice is lost in a string of broken moans.

Around you, the forest watches in quiet stillness, birds flitting through trees, a fox slipping between the brush, unbothered by the irony of two humans fucking like animals in the heart of their world.

“So, a Hunter just lets their guard down in a place like this?” he murmurs into your ear between thrusts.

“As crazy as it seems,” you pant. “I know I’m safe with you.”

His smile reaches his eyes. That was an unexpected answer, but one that brings him happiness.

Sylus fucks like he loves, deep, slow, passionate. You cling to him, nails scraping down his back as the world melts away into nothing but sensation. The rough, hot friction, his breath against your ear, the smell of sweat and sex and the forest and him, all him, Sylus.

You lose yourself to the rhythm, to the way his body moves with yours, to the soft praises he mutters against your skin.

“Perfect…” he whispers. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Perfect.” Thruuuust.

Your body moves against his like it was made to be here, his rhythm relentless and sublime, your thighs starting to shake. His eyes meet yours, dark and desperate and needy. Your eyes squeeze shut as you arch beneath him, nails digging into his back as your hips stutter against his. His movements speed up, chasing his own high.

“Syy-Sylusss,” you're slurring at this point. Drunk on his cock.

“One more, Kitten,” he grunts, pounding into you. “Give me one more.” His large hands are bruising your hips as he gets a grip while his tip is kissing your cervix. Your legs feel like jelly, and if it wasn't for the fact that you're inside a semi-public area, you would want this to last forever. “C'mon, princess, for my birthday?”

“Syyy, I– ” he shuts you up before you even have the chance to finish.

Who were you to deny him? The birthday boy? The leader of Onychinus?

Sylus suddenly flips you over, and you show him the prettiest arch.

One hand firmly presses your head down and his other grips your ass as his hips snap forward, pounding into you mercilessly. If you won’t give him one, he’ll just take it. 

It's too much. Too good. You feel his tip hitting your cervix, over and over and over, practically entering your womb—the pressure almost painful, the slap of his hips against your ass, the feeling of him stretching you out, his head keeping you down. It really is too much.

The sap, your fluids, his fluids, it only made it easier for him to slide in and out of you effortlessly. He felt bigger, thicker, and the noises you were making were getting louder, echoing across the forest.

Sylus' free hand slides up your back, grabbing the roots of your messy hair and pulling, the sting forcing a moan out of your mouth.

“So pretty, baby,” Sylus says. “Mine.”

You're both covered in sweat, the leaves, and dirt sticking to your skin. The sun is starting to set and the forest is getting darker.

“I- Sylus, I-I'm close,” you whimper, tears once again forming in the corners of your eyes.

He thrusts, harder, and harder, and harder. Giving, no – taking, what’s his today. Everyday. 

“Me too, Kitten, just let go,” Sylus says.

And then you do, seeing white and feeling weightless, the forest spinning around you. Your release is mind shattering, your body shaking uncontrollably, but Sylus’ big warm hands steady you. Your eyes squeeze shut as you arch in front of him, your tight walls pulsating and milking his cock, nails digging into his sides.

The final crescendo is white-hot, all-consuming, as he groans your name like it’s the only one he’ll ever speak again.

“Y/n…” he chokes out. “Y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n.” 

He fucks you through your orgasm, hips stuttering, pace growing erratic. You kiss him, messy and desperate. It only takes a moment before he follows, and he kisses you back, hungry and starving and full of emotion he doesn't quite know how to voice.

You stay there for a moment, bodies still joined, hearts slowing. The wind rustles the leaves above, and the world goes on.

He's panting as he breaks away, eyes half-lidded, his mouth red from the kiss.

“Happy birthday,” you giggle breathless.

“It's been the best one yet, kitten,” Sylus smiles, a genuine smile. “Let's go home and I can thank you properly.”

You chuckle and nod, stealing another kiss before getting dressed.

Sylus takes his jacket, but before he can put it on, you snatch it.

“I'm keeping this,” you say, slipping it on and smiling.

“Fine by me, princess,” Sylus smirks, guiding you to the gravel path. “Now let's get back. We can pick up a few more things from the gift shop.”

“Okay!”

“You know, if it wasn't my birthday, I'd say we do that again, but somewhere even more public,” Sylus jokes.

“You're ridiculous,” you roll your eyes, but laugh, climbing back into the rover.

“You're perfect,”  he compliments, following you in.

a/n also YES these are my photos except the shirtless one lol

[homestylehughes]

i wanna taste

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: after one sight of y/n, jack has to get a taste.

warnings: smut 18+. oral- fem receiving, dirty talk, cussing, use of pet names. fluff, soft jack.

wc: 1.8k

au: hi loves! im on a writing streak (thank you spring break). im back with some jack smut woooohooooo, i realllllyyyy enjoyed writing this, i hope you guys enjoy. like and reblog if you enjoy<3.

happy reading <3

Rain softly hits the window, the soft light from the lamp in the corner of the living room illuminates the room with a soft glow. 

I've been awake for a few hours, my body waking me up at 5 am, turning over to see that Jack was sound asleep beside me, I decided to get out of bed and start my day.

Settling on the couch with a cup of coffee in my hands along with my book, this is where I've been for the last 3 hours. The book captivated me so much I didn't even check the time until I had finished it. 

The clock read 8:15, I was genuinely surprised Jack wasn't awake yet. His crazy hockey schedule kept him awake and up at odd hours, his body probably needed all of the sleep it could get. 

Getting up to get another cup of coffee, and the second book of the series I’m reading, I settle back into the couch and enter an alternate universe. 

I'm so into my book, that I don't even realize Jack creeping up behind me, wrapping his arms around my neck, nessling his face in my neck, feeling  his warm breath fan my neck. 

“Good morning pretty girl” I hear him say, as his face is still muffled in my neck. 

“Good morning” I say back as I crane my neck up to meet his face, getting a good look at his face for the first time today. 

Taking in his sleepy doe like state, hair a mess, eyes full of sleep, leaving evidence that he just woke up. Sweatpants riding scarily low on his hips, his chest bare, allowing me to rake my eyes over it. 

“Done checking me out pretty girl” he smiles down on me, catching me in the act. “Maybe, i'm not sure yet” i muttered back, my face heating with a slight embarrassment. “How'd you sleep?” I ask him, still looking up at him. “Good, really good. Would have been better if I woke up with you beside me” he says, looking down at me. 

“Sorry baby, I randomly woke up at like 5am. I didn't want to wake you up "I say feeling bad, for leaving him in the bed alone. 

“It's okay, you can make up for it now” he says as he begins to lean down, his lips meeting mine in a soft kiss. The angle makes it a little hard for me to fully kiss him, but I deal with it and push my body up further to meet his kiss. 

Our lips moved in sync for a few more seconds before Jack pulls away, resting his arms on the arm rest behind me, giving me a few seconds to catch my breath. 

“That's a better good morning greeting” Jack says as he's smiling, making his way to the other end of the couch, picking up the blanket that covers my feet and slides under it as he sits down. 

The simple movement probably means nothing to him, but it does to me, seeing him so at peace, and calm makes my heart warm. I'm quickly pulled out of my daydream when I hear Jack's voice.

“Has it been raining all morning?” he asks as he's looking out the window, the rain still hitting the window. 

“Yeah it's been raining since i've been out here” i say “it's very peaceful” he replies back softly. Turning his body back to face mine, “what time is it?” he asks, snuggling himself deeper into the blanket like a child, “9:30” i reply back. 

“Dang i slept in” Jack says with an airy laugh. I laugh softly in response, as I go to pick up my coffee mug to take a drink, to only find that its empty. 

“I'm going to go get more coffee, do you want a cup?” I asked him, raising my back from the couch to get up. 

“Yes please that sounds amazing, thank you pretty girl” he says, moving himself back to a sitting position on the couch. 

“Okay baby, I'll be back” I say as I fling the blanket off my body, not seeing Jack's widened eyes as I turn my back to him as I make my way to the kitchen. 

Making both of our cups of coffee I make my way back to the living room, I feel Jack's eyes on me instantly. 

“Here you go baby” I say, holding the hot cup out to him, “can you place it on the table for me?” he rasps out, as I go to place the mug on the table in front of us, I hear Jack speak again “set yours down too”. I look up at him confusingly as I set both cups down on the table. 

“Are you okay Jack?” I ask him, my eyes locked on his face. “Yeah i'm fine, can you come here please” 

I make my way closer to him, standing in front of the couch where he lays, Jack deciding that isn't close enough for him. He puts his hands on my hips pulling me into his lap. His hands moving to rest on my bare thigh. 

“What are you wearing?” he asks me, looking down at my body, i see nothing wrong with what i'm wearing. “Clothes?” i reply back timidly, still confused on why he's acting like this.

“Your not wearing pants” he says, tracing his hands under my shirt, circling his hands on my practically bare hips, causing my breath to hitch slightly. 

“You're walking around the house in a tiny thong, and a shirt that doesn't even cover your ass completely, and you expect me not to do anything” bringing his face to mine, close enough that I can feel his breath fanning on my face. I swallow before saying “what are you going to do about it?”

Before I know it, Jack smashes his lips to mine. The kiss is hot and wet, his tongue quickly entering my mouth fighting and winning for dominance. My hands in his hair pulling him closer to me, wishing that there wasn’t a blanket separating us. 

I began to rock my hips into his to gain some type of friction, I can feel the dampness between my thighs beginning to grow. 

I pull my lips from his and begin to trail them down his neck, kissing and sucking little love bites in my wake, softly biting his ear as I make my way down. I hear Jack's breathing beginning to pick up, moaning lowly in my ear. 

Just as I'm about to trail my way back to his lips, he pushes me off of him. My back is now hitting the couch. I look up at him breathless, waiting for his next move. 

“I have to taste you pretty girl, I've been dying to do it all morning” Jack says, eyes locked with mine as he pushes the blanket of his body. Making his way between my legs spreading them apart as he rests in between them now. 

Tracing his hands up my bare thighs, his hands sliding under the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down slowly, while keeping his eye contact with me. Once my underwear are completely off me, he throws them somewhere behind him.

Jack begins to kiss up my thighs, alternating between each of my legs. My chest is rising quickly now, I need him to do something soon, the tension is starting to kill me. 

“Pretty pussy is so wet for me” he sighs as he slides his middle finger between my folds before pulling it back out, his finger glistening in front of him before sliding it into his mouth. 

Moaning at the taste, his eyes are on mine. This action alone causes me to moan down at him, shifting my hips closer to his face. 

“Tastes so sweet, pretty girl” he says as he guides his face back down to my pussy. “ I think I wanna have a taste now, is that alright with you, pretty girl?” his eyes searching mine for an answer. “Yes jack, please” I breathlessly say to him. 

Not even a second later, jack is diving into my pussy, his tongue finding my clit instantly. My hands fly into his hair grabbing something to hold on to while jack fucks me with his tongue. 

My moans are beginning to fill up the room, along with the sounds of jack slurping up my pussy, like a man who hasn't had a drink of water in days. 

Taking me by surprise Jack pushes 2 fingers into me, continuing to lap up my clit with his tongue. “Jack fuck” I moan out, pulling his hair even tighter between my fingers, the action causing jack to groan into me, sending chills up my body.

I began to push my hips to meet his tongue and fingers, beginning to feel the coil in my stomach heating up. 

Jack senses that i'm almost there, he thrusts his fingers into me, but curves them just enough so that he hits my g-spot. 

Causing my eyes to roll in the back of my head my body arching off the couch, my hips pushing themselves further into his grasp. 

“Right there fuck jack, please dont stop” I groan out. I reach under my shirt grabbing my right nipple between my hands squeezing it in between my fingers, as my other hand starts needing my left boob. 

“Fuck pretty girl, you look so hot from up there” my breath labors at the sound of jacks rough voice “does it feel good pretty girl?” “fuck, you feel so tight against my fingers, taking me so fucking good like a good girl” he says as he brings his thumb to my clit, rubbing and pinching it hard and fast. 

Incoherent things are falling from my lips at this point, the only thing I'm focused on is jack and the dam in my body that's about to break. 

Before I know it I'm cumming, hard and fast. My orgasm gives me no warning as it begins to wash over my body, hitting me like a tidal wave. 

My moans and “don’t stops” fill the living room, my grip on Jack's hair never loosening. Finally coming down from my high, I try to catch my breath, I open my eyes that make their way down to Jack who's looking at me with wide eyes, and a parted swollen mouth catching his breath. 

Making his way up to me, so that he's now directly on top of me, pushing himself up by his arms. “That was the hottest thing ive ever fucking seen.'' Jack says before capturing his lips with mine. 

Pulling back to look into his eyes, before something catches my attention. The cups of coffee on the table. “I think our coffee is cold,” I say, trying to hold back my laugh.

“I dont give a fuck about that coffee anymore” jack says as he laughs back at me, bringing his lips back to mine mumbling “how about we finish this in the bedroom?” before picking me up and dragging me to our bedroom. The coffee being long forgotten about. 

[supercorpkid]

The Best Kind of Trouble - Final

Supergirl. Lena Luthor x Reader! Kara Danvers. Alex Danvers.

Word Count: 2745.

Part 1.

Note: Please get this fic out of my hands, I can't stop writing scenes for them to flirt, I love it way too much.

You’re addicted. You know it. Every smirk, every laugh, every look she gives you, every word she speaks—Lena has become your own personal brand of trouble. It’s not just her, though. It’s the situations she pulls you into, the way they leave you spinning, tangled in a mess of emotions you can’t untangle.

It’s the heat that coils low in your stomach whenever she gets too close, the way her voice wraps around you and sticks in your head long after she’s gone. It’s how your body betrays you, reacting to her in ways you can’t control, leaving you flushed, restless, and aching.

You crave it. The tension, the unpredictability, the way she leaves you feeling off-balance but so alive. It’s maddening. It’s intoxicating. It’s her.

And that's how you end up right… here.

“You know, I can just buy us milkshakes, right?” Lena says, raising an eyebrow as you show her the sign that reads: Free Milkshakes for Couples This Valentine’s Day! Her smile betrays her—she knows exactly what you’re hinting at.

“It’s not about buying the milkshakes!” You roll your eyes, exasperated. “Everyone else here is a couple. You could just hold my hand, walk over there with me, and we’d get a free milkshake.”

“I’d rather have a coffee.” 

“Why?” You ask, your frustration evident. She opens her mouth to explain, but you’re not done. “Why do you have to make everything so hard for me?”

Lena hesitates, clearly weighing whether to offer a clever retort or just give in. You’re quicker than her, though, and throw your best puppy eyes at her, your lips curling into a soft pout.

She sighs. “Y/N... I doubt we could just walk up and say we’re a couple and get the free drinks.”

“I promise it’ll work! Kara came here with Nia this morning, and it worked for them!”

“Is that why we’re here?” 

“Maybe. But that’s not the point.” You beam, more determined than ever. “Come on, Lena. Please? For me?”

Lena sighs, and that's how you know you got it. She grabs your hand and together, you stride confidently up to the barista.

“Hey!” you call out, a bit louder than intended, “We’re a couple! Can we get free milkshakes?”

The barista examines you both for a long moment, her eyes flicking between your faces. “Alright, let’s see you kiss.”

“Sorry, what?” You blink, caught completely off guard.

She shrugs nonchalantly. “We can’t just give them away without proof.”

You feel Lena’s smirk before you even look at her. That 'I told you so' look is written all over her face, and you hate that she’s right.

“Right... Yeah, she’s got a point.” You glance at Lena, forcing the word that feels foreign on your tongue. “What, babe? She does. We’re going to have to kiss.”

You try to keep the moment light, but when your eyes meet Lena’s, there's a playful glint in her gaze. Without thinking, you lean in and press a soft kiss to her cheek. But the barista doesn’t look convinced, arms folded and waiting for more.

Lena tilts her head, eyes flicking from the barista to you, her smirk growing. “Darling,” she says warmly, teasingly, “I think she meant this.”

Her lips press against yours, soft and slow, and you’re frozen for a moment, breath caught in your throat. Your body, however, knows what to do—leans into her, lips parting just slightly as if it’s been waiting for this. And Lena kisses you. Not like it's the first time, but as if she has your lips memorized by now. Hands holding your face as if she is scared you're going to move away. Lena kisses you. Tongue and heat and desperation, tasting like she’s been holding back for far too long. Her touch is deliberate, yet trembling—fingers curling into your skin, grounding you both in this moment. The world around you fades, leaving only the press of her body against yours, the rhythm of her breathing syncing with your own. You’re drowning in her, and you don’t want to come up for air.

But you should. You should pull away. It's been going on for too long, you're pretty sure the barista was already convinced like a minute ago. But you can’t. This is Lena. And you’ve wanted this for longer than you’d ever admit.

Oh boy, how did you go from sitting on her lap in a car, to a kiss in the middle of an ice-cream shop with a literal audience?

You’re still caught in the buzz of the kiss when she pulls back, you’re dazed, barely registering her amused smile as she says, “Well, that was fun.”

The words feel like a punch to the chest, playful but light in a way you can’t match. Your throat tightens, emotions swirling into a mess of longing and fear. Did it mean anything? Or was it just a game to her?

The milkshakes appear in front of you, breaking the moment, but you can’t seem to ground yourself. Lena takes your hand, keeping the ruse alive as she pulls you toward a table. “Let’s find a spot, my love.”

You stumble after her, your feet unsteady on solid ground. She glances over her shoulder with a soft chuckle. “You alright back there?”

“Totally fine,” you mutter, though your voice cracks, betraying you.

You both find a secluded corner, and you try to sit down without spilling your milkshake, but the whole time your thoughts keep circling back to that kiss—it was too natural, too perfect, to be just an act. To Lena’s lips. To how she kissed you like it was just another moment between you two. Like there was nothing weird or complicated about it, even though you’re sure there’s nothing normal about any of this.

“Darling?” Lena’s voice breaks through your haze, and you glance up at her. She’s smiling, head tilted, eyes filled with that same maddening warmth. “Did we go through all that just for you not to drink your milkshake?”

“Right. The shake.” You glance down at the milkshake, as if it could somehow ground you. You take a long sip, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest, but it’s enough to make Lena smile.

Wait. Did Kara and Nia have to kiss too? Or was this barista just messing with the two of you? An unease stirs in your chest. Why wouldn't Kara tell you about this extra step? Or maybe it was just this one barista with a weird obsession with making people kiss for free stuff? Your thoughts spiral out of control again, and you can’t help it.

You know Lena is watching you, reading your mess in the silence between your words. She always does. You feel your face flush, and you focus harder on your milkshake, hoping it will distract you from what's inside your head.

Lena leans in, closer than before, her voice soft but teasing. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? You look like you’re overthinking it.”

You stammer, trying to form an excuse, but she’s already smiling knowingly, her grin full of mischief and the heat in your cheeks comes back. Again. “Come on,” she murmurs, leaning closer. “It was just a kiss.” 

You swallow thickly. It's just a kiss. It's just her lips on your lips. It's just the culminating point of all the touches, lingering stares, flirting banter, and the quiet force that's been binding you closer since the start. It's just — wait —what does she mean by just a kiss?

The room starts to feel smaller, cramped, hot. The milkshake does nothing to make you cooler, very much the contrary. The fact that you have this milkshake right here with you is because you had to kiss her to get it. You kissed her. It happened. 

You blink at Lena who watches you carefully, almost as if she is noticing something is changing inside your internal monologue, even though you know it's impossible. She kissed you, and to you it meant everything. And to her it was just a kiss.

You leave your milkshake and Lena behind, escaping to the cool air of National City, looking around trying to find a hiding place, or just somewhere to make your mind stop reeling. But before you move again, Lena finds you—feet stuck in front of the ice-cream shop, mind running around itself.

“Y/N, what's wrong?” Her voice carries the weight of knowing something’s off. She’s watched you closely for months now, memorizing your expressions, the way your face flushes whenever she’s near. “Was that too much? I'm sorry.”

It’s the first time Lena has sounded like this—small, uncertain. She’s usually the cool one, always so composed. You swallow the lump in your throat and blink back the tears threatening to spill.

“Sorry, really. I—I thought you’d be okay with the kiss. I mean, we've been flirting hard for months now.” She’s admitting to everything and even though it’s true, hearing her say it is unexpected. “At least I was.”

She looks so different now. Vulnerable. Small. In a way that makes your chest ache.Wait, is Lena the one who’s overthinking now?

“We were! We are!” You step closer, the words coming out of you in a rush. You’re almost shaking now, the gravity of the moment pulling you forward. “But you said it was just a kiss, and God, Lena, that felt like so much more than just something.”

“I only said that to stop you from overthinking,” Lena says quickly, her voice steady now, though it’s laced with the rawness of truth. “I didn’t want you to spiral. But I thought you could see it. The way we’ve been together. The way I look at you, the way I touch you—it’s not just casual. It’s more. Don't you feel it too?”

Your heart skips a beat. Every word feels like it’s unlocking something inside you, something you’ve been afraid to face. Your hand moves without thought, reaching for hers. It’s like an instinct, like everything in you has been waiting for this moment.

You’re so close now, and the world outside doesn’t matter anymore. The air is heavy, thick with the weight of all that’s been building between you. Your fingers brush hers, and it feels like the final piece falling into place. “Of course I do. I've been feeling you ever since the first time I saw you.” 

Lena’s eyes soften. She steps closer too, until there’s nothing left between you but the rush of shared breath.

“I want this, us.” she says, her voice low but certain. “I want you. Not just the flirting, not just the tension. All of it and more.”

Your chest tightens, but this time, it’s not from fear. It’s from the sudden realization that everything you’ve felt, everything that’s been building inside you, is finally in the open.

“I want this too,” you admit, the words tumbling out like they’ve been waiting to escape. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

And then, without a second thought, your lips meet hers again. It’s not a hesitant kiss. It’s not a kiss of confusion. It’s the kiss of everything that’s been left unsaid between you two, the kiss of finally understanding each other completely. This kiss is the answer for all of your questions. The end to all the what-ifs and almosts and not enoughs you two had together. It ties all the banter, flirting, and the heat, into one perfect touch of lips and tongues.

When you pull away, breathless, flushed, and undeniably happy, a smile stretches across your face. For the first time, everything feels right. “I love how we always find ourselves in these weird situations.”

Her laughter is soft, her voice steady. “Oh, I’d take every single one of them over anything normal, any day.” She brushes her lips over yours, the kiss light but grounding. “I’d take us as we are, every time.”

When she pulls back, just barely, her forehead rests against yours, lips still close enough to brush against yours as she whispers your name, a soft plea that sends a shiver racing down your spine.

And in that moment, you know, without a doubt, that this is just the beginning. The beginning of new, weirdly romantic situations that you and Lena will get yourselves into—moments that will make you laugh, blush, and sweat. The beginning of the next years of longing and teasing, of bickering that somehow ends in a kiss, instead of you being left hot and bothered. It’s the beginning of something so right, so inevitable, that no one can fight it, even though you've been trying to.

It’s not until months later—after countless other weird situations that leave you blushing and even more in love—that the truth comes out.

You’re at a game's night at Kara’s apartment, sitting on the couch next to Lena, who’s laughing at something Alex just said. You’re trying very hard not to think about the fact that her thigh is on top of yours, her hand around your torso, even though there’s plenty of space on the couch.

It happens casually, like it’s no big deal. Alex throws it out mid-conversation, between teasing Kara about her card game skills and passing the chips to Nia.

“Well, it’s not like you made it easy on us,” Alex says, smirking at Lena and you.

You blink. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on,” Kara chimes in, grinning like she’s been holding in a secret for way too long. “All those little moments? We had to help you two along somehow.”

Lena sits up straighter, her brow furrowing. “Excuse me?”

“You know: the DEO projects, the whole ‘we’re out of seats’ fiasco, 'we're out of power', the couch debacle…” Kara counts the moments on her hands.

“I'm sorry, what!" Lena’s tone sharpens, her expression caught between disbelief and indignation.

“Oh, and the milkshake one!” Kara’s smile widens, her enthusiasm uncontainable.

“That was a good one! I can't believe you actually paid the barista to make them kiss.” Alex chimes in, looking so proud of her sister, like this is better than all the times she saved the world.

“You— You paid the barista?” You can’t believe what you're listening to right now.

“Hey! I thought you guys would only peck each other's lips, not fully make out in front of everyone for like two minutes.”

“You've watched us make out? Oh my God, Kara!”

“Trust me, I tried to look away, but I've been waiting for so long and you guys are my OTP!”

Alex leans back, arms crossed, looking entirely too pleased with herself. “I mean, you two were clearly into each other, but neither of you were doing anything about it. Except making it unbearable for us to be in the same room with you, with all the yearning and sexual tension. We just gave you guys a little nudge.”

Lena looks at you, her mouth slightly open in what might be disbelief—or maybe betrayal. “You knew about any of this?”

“I—no!” you stammer, feeling your face heat. “I had no idea!”

Kara beams at Lena. “You’re welcome, by the way. Pretty sure that elevator trick was genius.”

Lena glares at her. “You left us there for thirty minutes!”

“It wasn’t supposed to take that long!” Kara protests. “We didn’t account for the heat thing. That was… unfortunate.”

Unfortunate isn’t the word you’d use, considering how many times you’ve replayed that moment in your head since. Especially now that you know what face Lena makes when she is turned on, and you recognize that exact expression when she first looked at you without your jacket.

Alex shrugs, unapologetic. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it? Look at you two now completely in love, the nauseating type.”

You glance at Lena, who’s gone quiet, her gaze fixed on the table. For a moment, you wonder if she’s angry—or worse, indifferent. But then her lips twitch, and she lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh.

“Well,” she says, turning to you with a glimmer in her eye, “I suppose we should thank them. Eventually.”

You’re pretty sure you’ll never let Alex or Kara live this down. But as Lena’s fingers gently brush a strand of hair from your face and her lips press softly to the corner of your mouth—lingering, just long enough to steal your breath—you can’t say you’re mad about all the meddling.

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

I have been ferally reading through your blog, and it has taken everything in me not to spam like your writing!! it is just so full of emotion, and I'm pretty sure that your works fogged up the windows of my room. XD

Anyway, feel free to ignore if this request doesn't get the writing juices flowing, but could I please request a Simon X Fem reader who is insecure about her small chest and thicker than a snickers thighs that Simon loves?

Much gratitudefor your amazing works! -Shy Anon

READ IT HERE

Well, hello there Shy Anon. It's a pleasure to have you around.

We have plenty to enjoy and that is a compliment for sure that you enjoy my work so much that you can't get enough. And just so you know: you spam like to your hearts content. There's no penalties here for having good taste. lol jkjk

Okay, this one is right up my alley since I can very much relate to the description of reader's body. This is my first thoughts on it: Simon would devour every inch of you he could get no matter what you had to work with. He is a man of devotion and every inch of you he is ready to worship as you are the best fucking thing he has ever had because you are, as long as your energies sync that's it, he is hooked and craving you from sun up to sun down.

And let's be honest, with how much of a devoted munch this man is a nice thiccc (yes with 3 Cs), juicy pair of thighs that can squeeze around his head and make him suffocate against you as he eats his fill is going to get him so fucking riled up that he is going to be going dizzy just trying to get at you. (Add a little bit of a tummy and that man would go to fucking hell and back just to get a chance to show you all his lust; more skin is never a bad thing, not to him. That just means more for him to claim. He's a big man, he can handle it).

All he cares about is making you come as many times as he can, in as many ways as he can, because a girl as sweet and caring and thoughtful as you deserves to be overstimulated to the brink of exhaustion for being the light in his life. You are his goddess and every inch of you is like gold to him; fuck, if he isn't going to be grateful for all that wealth at the tips of his fingers.

I think we are gonna need another body worshipping Simon who makes sure that you know how much he adores your body, insecurities and all; that there isn't one bit of you he doesn't adore and want to show off. Best be ready to wile away the hours naked and writhing as he erases every last worry from your pretty little head. Your body is his fantasy and the only thing he cares about is getting to bury himself in it for hours at a time.

Give me a little to write this out and we are all gonna be in a hazy world of ecstasy before you know it.

[northsoulss]

dating you I - elisa de almeida

(a/n : i wrote this on a whim during my study break lol. this is how i think dating her would be like, of course take everything with a pinch of salt.)

whispers in the dark, trailing hands touching skin, giggles and laughter spilling from your lips. you stare at her, and she stares at you, eyes curved into crescent moons, crinkled skin with a crooked grin.

i. she looks at you like you hung the stars while you cook her childhood meal. she stares at your back from the kitchen island with a hand on her cheek as you pace around, taking different things from cupboards. you turn around, about to ask her to taste it to see if it needs more salt before pausing, seeing an intense lovesick expression on her face. in her eyes, you looked gorgeous, stray pieces of hair falling over that you tucked behind your ears, hair up in a messy bun, a light sheen of sweat on your forehead and arms. you only laugh, a massive flush creeping up onto your face. she only stares more whilst you shake your head, turning around so that she can’t see your flustered appearance.

ii. you think shes the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen as she helps you remove your makeup after a long day, eyes narrowed with concentration, lip pulled between her teeth to try not to get your makeup remover in your mouth. you laugh as she rubs your lips harshly with the cotton pad to get rid of your lipstick, a mischievous smile on her face.

iii. she thinks nothing could be more perfect than this, her lying face down with your body straddling her back. your warm hands slide up and down her tense back. you plant kisses along her spine as you make your way further down her body, each lingering touch sends an electric shock coursing through her body.

iv. after bad days, you know she would be waiting at home, despite her tiredness from trainings, with open arms and forehead kisses. her touch is comforting when you complain to her about how much of a bitch your boss is, her words like a soothing cup of tea on a cold winter morning.

v. she only realises how much you mean to her when after a fight, you still make an effort to plant sticky notes on the fridge for her to read before she goes to training.

“let’s make up? i promise good food when i’m back from work, love.”

she reads your hand writing completely smitten, looking at it as if you wrote her a poem. she takes the paper with a small smile on her lips, kissing it lightly before putting it in her wallet with the rest of the sticky notes that she has been collecting all year.

vi. you realise she is the one when hanging out with your friends, one of them asks you what is your vision of love and all you can think of is her laughter with that beautiful smile. you find her in all the small tasks you do, like finding a good song to listen to when doing chores, you get reminded of her telling you that this is her favourite song of all time, and it reminds her of you.

vii. when you’re laying in bed with her, face to face, your hearts beat in sync, and you unknowingly move closer to her. you recently read about when people hug, thats when two hearts are at their closest, literally inches apart. a small part of you thinks of that with a smile on your face and she doesn’t miss it. she wonders what you could be thinking of, but thoughts dissipate when when you tug her to your chest, so that the part of her that you love the most can be the closest to where your heart is. so that she can hear how your heart speeds up only for her.

©️northsoulss 2023, all rights reserved.

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I'm deadass so new to Tumblr, but I really want to get my writing out there so please read this, or feel free to at least xx

Part of my Ghost fanfic on Wattpad <33 (Fr1edC0rp) <- if you wanna find me there love :)

Ghost fidgeted with the lace of your thong, sliding it down, your wetness glistening as they hit the floor. He would smirk to himself, wondering if you'd worn red thongs just in the hopes that he would fuck you senselessly one day, leaving you in a stupid mess when he was finally finished. He wouldn't be surprised. The tension they had for each other had him on edge all week, the pain of holding down his hard erection becoming more of a challenge.

Ghost trailed his rough fingers along your pussy, teasing the entrance before he entered you. And that alone was enough to have you crying out for him in an undeniable orgasm.

"Ghost-" You winced before gripping his shoulders as if it was the last thing holding you sanity together before you let go completely.

You'd bury your face as Ghost curled his fingers inside of you, making sure to make you squeal as your walls clenched around him. Ghost tugged your hair back, wanting to see every expression that played on your pretty face while he fingered you without a thought.

"No, look at me, princess, you're going to show me just how badly you wanted this", Ghost grumbled, his thumb circling your clit slow but hard, having you take a sharp gasp, your mind going blank, almost euphoric.

How could a man, such a cold, ruthless man, make you feel this good? That's a question you could ask yourself later after he fucked you with his war-criminal fingers, stretching you out enough to wonder how that cock would feel, buried deep inside of you.

"Ghost, I'm going to cum-" You'd warn, your legs shaking as he rough fucked you, a third finger finding a way to fit, tight, but just enough to pleasure you even more.

Ghost pained you even more in the build-up to your orgasm stopping, making you sigh, your hands shaking as you held onto him. He'd tug his fingers out, leaving panting, almost as if you lost a part of yourself.

"I want you to cum right on my cock", He murmured into your ear, his voice challenging with a hint of a sadistic manner intertwined.

"I-" Ghost held his wet fingers up to your lips, making you lick the mess off of them. That was one way to shut you up as he aligned his hardened cock up to that burning entrance, begging to be fucked.

He wasn't a man to allow you to adjust, not when he was this horny. Ghost's length forced its way inside, having you gagged off any comments as he held your hips down, fingers digging into your skin, burrowing his dick as far as he could. You could almost see it pushing at your womb, begging to go further, to fill you up.

It was virtually instinctive as you arched your back, bouncing up and down on his cock, skin slapping against skin, having him watch back in awe as your body moved in such a desirable way. A way that could send him to an early grave the way you went. You wanted to milk every drop out of his cocky self. You wanted to show you could take it, take the burn of his dick throbbing as you'd tighten your walls around it, begging to cum for him.

"Fucking hell doll", Ghost moaned, moving in sync with the pace you went, regaining his dominance as he ploughed into your tight cunt rougher, faster, like a feral dog.

You'd whimper, begging Ghost to take it slower, the undeniable build-up of your climax overwhelming your body. Fucking him was too much to handle, yet get enough of, as he spread your legs on his lap, allowing him to thrust his cum into you, fucking it in, 'not wanting to waste a drop,' he said.

And he meant it.

You'd watch helplessly as his seed seeped out of your pussy right down his dick that still stayed inside you, throbbing against your walls. Ghost's hand guided your vision to his dilated eyes before your lips pressed against each other again. His kiss was weaker, his lips tasting of scotch and cigarettes; it was almost addictive. The air was now thick with lust, soft sounds of panting as he held you close, admiring the state you were in because of him. Ghost took pride in himself, a smirk playing on his lips before he let you go. A sudden groan escaped him as his half-hardened cock left your worn cunt.

You wanted to stay there forever, feeling him inside you, moulding himself into you for next time. Although, it felt as if you could never recover.

You would tie your hair into a messy bun to regain composure. Pulling your skirt down as it was halfway up your hips. Ghost was ruthless in terms of fucking. He was a man you would never forget, a man that would have you at the edge of your seat. He would lean back almost casually, watching you fix yourself up, stumbling slightly. It amused him.

"I really did one on you then", He teased as you picked your red-laced panties off the floor, almost in shame.

Ghost would buckle his cargo up, his belt echoing as the night stayed silent. He would lift himself off the chair, both hands finding your hips.

"Tomorrow night, same time," he muttered, his hands rubbing your hips in circular motions.

You'd look up at Ghost, his tone of voice was less of a question, more of a command.

"Yes, Lieutenant."

if you got this far ilysm thank you for reading!!

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Sokushitsu Part III

Lord Toranaga sees a bruise on Veil's body and before he takes action against Han, he decides to talk to Veil first and finds out she has a favorite... position. Lord Toranaga refuses to let another man please Veil in ways that he can, especially in her favorite position.

How do you fall in love? Harder than a bullet could hit you…

I panted heavily as I rested my body on the blankets on the ground beneath me. Han lightly rested his body on mine, our bodies remaining connected for a moment as our bodies shuddered from the intense bliss of Han using my body.

Our breathing was out of sync as our bodies shifted a bit in the night.

“Toranaga-sama has taken a liking to you.” he said lowly, cutting through the silence of the room. I was quiet for a moment as I rested my chin on my arms that were wrapped beneath my head.

“He’s taken a liking to my body. He and I have never had an actual conversation for him to ever like anything about me.” I replied.

“He knows you’re smart… your mannerisms and how you act is not that of a mindless and scared slave. He sees everything, he’s always been very smart ever since he was a child.” he said.

“I am only smart… because you have allowed me to be. You have taught me everything even when others frowned upon me learning… like to read and write in English.” I replied. He lets out a low grunt in response.

“What do you think of him, of Toranaga-sama?” he asked finally pulling out of me and lying beside me. I shrugged.

“I do not know him and cannot form an opinion on him. I have only heard of what you have told me about him.” I said honestly finally looking at him as he looks at the ceiling of the room.

“Does it bother you to know he may enjoy my body? Does it bother you to have to share?” I asked. Han was quiet for a moment before nodding.

“I will not lie; I have gotten used to spoiling myself with your body and company. I like your body and company when I am working for my lord.” he said. I stared at him for a moment and only nodded. He didn’t need to say anything more. I would keep to my duties and distance myself unless demanded by Lord Toranaga himself.

Days continued on and Han had many meetings with Lord Toranaga and so I was left to walk about the manor, tending to my other duties, in the strange kimono clothes that was given to me after some time. I would usually wear a red blouse buttoned up into a long skirt and under garments. But the longer we stayed, the more I was asked to wear other fitting clothing. But I wore what Han told me to wear. The women here were docile, walking with poise and grace. It seemed the way I moved about the homes following commands of Han, had me watched by many of the manor and the village.

I had caught a glimpse of Lord Toranaga returning from a ride on his horse. He looked at me and I looked at him with a bow, but hurried off to continue my duties not wanting to be caught in his gaze like a trap.

 I was returning to my room, with fresh linens for Han, when I felt a tightness in my right shoulder blade. It had been bothering me just a bit after my last moment of intimacy with Han. I slowly slide down the kimono and looked over my back noticing some mild purple coloring. A bruise. I couldn’t help but smile feeling pride of the bruise.

I am not intimate with many unless Han knows about it, but whenever I am taken on my hands and knees, I can somehow feel the man deeper inside me, and it feels so good. Han loves this position too as we both feel we can take the most pleasure from this angle. He sometimes presses my body down to the ground and holds me there so he can really move and lord it feels amazing.

I slowly covered myself unaware of the eyes that were watching me. That evening, Han and I were eating. I was still not used to the different tasting foods, but I still felt a great honor to be able to eat alongside my master.

There were footsteps approaching the door and we both looked up at the sliding doors opened and in came a woman. I had seen her many times before but never spoke to her. The woman and Han bowed to each other, and I did as well simply to show respect for her. She spoke to Han who looked stunned almost speaking fast in their language. Han looked a bit withdrawn almost displeased as he looked at me.

“Veil… this is Mariko-sama, she is going to escort you to Toranaga-sama. Her English is good.” he said before nodding as if permitting me to go. I was stunned but nodded respectfully.

“Yes.” I replied and slowly got up and began to follow the woman out of the room. The moon’s rays crept into the darkness of the halls, and I just followed the woman.

“You will be prepared for Toranaga-sama.” she said, and I looked at the back fo her head.

“Does… the Lord require my company?” I asked.

“He does.” she said calmly. “I will be taking Han-sama’s place behind a privacy curtain translating, so you two can speak.” I only nodded. I wondered why Han was not doing the translations.

After I was bathed against by servant women of the house, I was led to a different room with tall lit candles that illuminated the beautiful paper walls. I was in the middle of the room on my knees, and Mariko was already behind the long curtain blending in with the wall. The door in the side of the room slowly slid open and I turned and watched as Lord Toranaga entered the room calmly, yet his entire being exuded power.

I leaned over and bowed to the matt before slowly leaning up to look at him. He looks refined, tranquil almost as he approaches moving to look down at me but not sit himself. He begins to speak low.

“Toranaga-sama asks if you’ve been well.” Mariko spoke and I glanced at the long curtain before looking up at his piercing gaze. I gave a gentle nod.

“Please tell the lord I am well and… I hope he has been in good health.” I replied. Mariko spoke swiftly, but Lord Toranaga’s face remained still and unengaging and I wondered if he was upset with me.

If I had done something to offend, I am sure Han would have scolded me right away. Now the lord bowed his head and spoke of which Mariko replied.

“Toranaga-sama would like to offer his deepest apologies…” she paused before the lord began to speak again and then spoke. “He had accidently walked past your quarters and saw you somewhat bare. He begs for your forgiveness for staring.”

I glanced up at Lord Toranaga confused. Sure, he did not call me in here this late to apologize. He’s seen my back before.

“Please tell Toranaga-sama that it is alright and that I forgive him.” I replied. Marko translated my words and Lord Toranaga nodded with a low satisfied grunt. He then spoke again and then Mariko spoke.

“Toranaga-sama demands an honest answer to his next question. He asks… if Han-sama has beaten you before.” she said. Now I was completely thrown off and my face showed it as in looked up at the lord stunned. To think Han would ever hurt me was out of the question. I know he is capable of violence, and even killing, but I thank God every day he is not cruel to me.

“No! I mean Mariko please tell Lord Toranaga-sama, that Han has never been cruel to me or harmed me in anyway.” I replied. Mariko translated my words and now I noticed a slowly frown spread over his face. This man knows how to intimidate with a stare alone, so a frown felt even scarier. He spoke fast and Mariko replied.

“You are not stupid enough that you would lie to me.”

“I am not lying. I would never offend you by lying.”

“Has Han demanded that you keep your distance from me?”

“No. Han has never given such command to me.”

“Has his eyes given such command?”

“I cannot tell what a man wants from his eyes alone Toranaga-sama.”

“Every task you have been given is intricately placing you in locations that are the opposite of me.”

“I did not know my working routine was being watched… I do not know your routine and so I was not aware that our routines were… different?”

“I saw a bruise on your back.”

Now I was stiff as I looked up at the lord who watched me carefully noticing my visible shift. So that’s what he saw when he was spying on me. I was a bit flushed now, and I nodded.

“Please tell Toranaga-sama, that my bruise was not due to an act of violence but a result of intimacy between my master and me.” I replied. Mariko translated and Lord Toranaga looked a bit skeptical before speaking.

“Toranaga-sama believes that given your past times of intimacy that your body enjoys softer touches than violent touches.” Mariko replied. My eyes never left the lord until he slowly began to walk around me, and I looked down.

“Please tell the lord, the bruise was just a result of a different position Han-sama and I were in that we favor is all. It has happened before…” I replied. I had hoped telling the lord this did not get my master in trouble. That is the last thing I would want from him. But then again, why would a Japanese Lord care how an African slave is treated? It makes no sense. It confused me more to know that the lord memorized what my body liked during such intimate moments. The lord spoke as he continued to circle me, studying me almost.

“Toranaga-sama would like to know what this position is.” Mariko spoke bluntly as she’s been doing the entire time. I looked down some.

“My master… takes me on my hands and knees.” I replied respectfully feeling my heart clench to speak it out loud. I watched as Lord Toranaga’s lip curves slightly into a smirk. He speaks lowly and softly, and Mariko speaks.

“Toranaga-sama is surprised that you would like such a position.” she replied. I looked away a bit embarrassed to be talking about this even if it was with a man I had slept with before.

“A man feels… different inside me from that position. It feels very good for me.” I replied. There was a hesitance from Mariko before translating my words and Lord Toranaga-sama arched a brow and slowly got down on one knee leaning into me some.

He speaks lowly his warmth breath tickling my lips, he’s so close. Mariko speaks.

“Lord Toranaga-sama would like the honor to try this position with you as well. He says you may speak your mind freely with your answer.” she replies. As she translated, I noticed the lord’s eyes darkening with deep lust and desire. He doesn’t want to just try this position, no he’s familiar with it. He just wants a chance to replace Han in my mind of favoritism of man who can make me feel good in that position. I leaned forward just a bit, and he didn’t seem bothered or offended. If anything, his eyes looked down at my lips once more the look of hunger began to spread.

“Ask Toranaga-sama… is his back strong enough?” I asked. Mariko translated those words, and I watched the primal lust spread over the lord’s face before he captured my lips with his. It was aggressive yet passionate at the same time.

I had spoken too freely with that question. I had challenged his ability to please and so I was on my hands and knees, naked with two of his fingers moved in and out of me first slow, awakening my walls to his calloused fingers, then going faster, causing me to cry out from the intensity of the sensations he was bringing me. We had discarded our clothes long ago and now I feel his lips kissing a long trail over my spine, my long curls were over my shoulder giving a clear view of my back. I feel his teeth sink into my bruise a bit and my body jerks just a bit at the throbbing pain.

He speaks fast and huskily.

“Now even this bruise belongs to me.”

I could feel my walls squeezing around him, he had already drawn out one orgasm from me with his mouth while still on my hands and knees. That was knew. Now his fingers were scraping my soft walls causing bursts of stimulation to shoot up into my vagina. My body was trembling already as his other hand finally reaches around to pinch my clit and I yelp out from the sudden burst of pleasure I feel.

My thighs are wet with my juices, and I felt so dirty in front of this pristine and powerful man, but it seems he didn’t care. He moaned and growled against my body as his tongue licks over my lower back. He speaks in a breathy tone against my flesh.

“Lord Toranaga-sama asks if you’ll trust him enough to try something new with him.” Mariko translated and I nodded, glancing back at him my eyes were dark with desire. Of course, I verbally said it too, so Mariko knew to translate. Lord Toranaga caught my look and nodded as his two fingers picked up speed inside my vagina, causing more and more sharp and delicious bursts of pleasure to devour my needy entrance.

My moans were getting louder and higher as I covered my mouth. I didn’t want too loud and embarrass the lord with my lustful noises. I sounded so out of control; the opposite of how Japanese women were.

However, he snaps sharply and smacks my bottom hard sending a whip like pain into my body making me yelp.

“Do not hide your noises from me!” Mariko replied with the same tone as her lord. My hand immediately falls back to the ground and his fingers have kept their same vicious speed. If he kept this up, I wouldn’t last another moment.

Now I had forgotten about him wanting to try something new. I got my answer when I suddenly feel his thumb, against my anus and my eyes snapped open as I suddenly felt his thumb enter to his knuckle. I trembled heavily letting out a low groan at the feeling. My stomach began to tighten, and it was like my bottom and vagina were sending pleasure into each other. I let out a quivering moan at the sensations and suddenly felt my bottom press back into his hands.

“Aaahh Toranaga-sama!” I cried out as his fingers kept moving rapidly. Lord Toranaga smirks as he speaks again.

“Toranaga-sama wishes to know if any man has ever used this hole before.” Mariko asked as I felt my entire body melt to his touch. I shook my head.

“No! No one!” I cried out, feeling the muscles in my bottom stretch as he pushes deeper. The lord speaks sharply and quickly.

“Toranaga-sama says you may not come on his fingers. You are only allowed to come on his cock.” Mariko replied. I whimpered at her words, my muscles already starting to grip him.

“If he keeps using both his hands like this, then I won’t be able to stop it!” I cried out. Mariko spoke and Lord Toranaga gave a low chuckle of amusement before speaking.

“Toranaga-sama asks if you truly want him to take you like this.” Mariko translated. I nodded quickly feeling that coil inside me start to break. I even tried to move from his fingers, so that I could stop myself from coming, but Lord Toranaga’s firm and loud grunt, made my hips stop and it was enough for my body and mind to know he was warning me not to run from him. His fingers were thrusting deeper in both my holes, and I nodded.

“Please tell him I need him now!” I moaned out. After I hear her speak, the fingers stop, and I let out a whimper of desperation already wanting him to continue. I wanted him to make me come so badly. His fingers leave my body, and I shiver at the empty feelings. Both my holes were clenching and unclenching on air.

There were no other words spoken in this moment, just his hands on my hips and his sudden thrust. I let out an echoing moan as my vagina came on him from the mere connection. It was a small orgasm, but one Lord Toranaga noticed. His hips began to move into mine, I can feel his pelvis hitting mine. And now came the overstimulation of that small orgasm from his cock sliding in and out of me.

It's thick as it spreads my insides and with this angle it was heaven. He filled me up with each thrust, grunting and growling heavily from behind me as I feel his balls slapping my clit. My hips start to move in tandem with his movements and feelings that invade my vagina are intense. Lord Toranaga speaks lowly.

“Toranaga-sama wishes to know if your body can handle his strong back.” Mariko asked and my body shakes at her words. Every connection of his thrust was sending shocks of delicious and raw pleasure into my body. I was yelling heavily unable to remain quiet anymore. Han could hear me I was sure of it.

I looked back at him our eyes connecting with heavy stare.

“Kimochīi?” I asked heavily, my toes curling as he hits my sweet spot.

“Aaah Kimochīi.” he purrs, and slowly he leans his body over so his chest could connect with my back, and we moved together in such heated passion. Not even Han has pressed his chest to my back in such intimacy. He always just held my hips and that was it. I feel his lips at my ear as he breaths heavily into my ear sending shivers into my body. I loved the grunts and moans that escaped him. I can hear him whispering in my ear.”

“I love how you take me so well… so tight. I am going to buy you from Han… you will be my concubine… my Sokushitsu.”

I was overwhelmed with this addictive pleasure that I drank in his words, listening to the seeming pillow talk of his words. My mind was a fog and I would do anything to feel my own release on him as well as his release inside me. I wanted every last drop he had to offer.

His left-hand curls over my hand on the ground, and his right hand gropes my breasts as we both move in perfect tandem. Our lips find each other, and I moan as he passionately kisses me again, his tongue seeping into my own mouth, dancing with my tongue. His cock head is abusing my sweet spot, and I began to cry out desperately.

“I’m coming Lord Toranaga-sama!” I moan out hard as my walls began the familiar popping sensation before I feel it deep in my core. That doesn’t stop the lord from growling in my ear and placing his hand down on my back and pressing me down into the matts, his hips slamming into me violently causing me to scream out from the intensity that was growing from my orgasming. I was so wrong; his back is strong enough! He violated my sweet spots even more before he finally buries himself into me, and he lets out a guttural groan as he releases everything inside me. His hand was pressed into my back with a heavier amount of pressure that Han when he holds me down.

Lord Toranaga’s hips buck against my own for a moment as he rides out the high of his orgasm and groans lowly as his hip movements begin to slow. Slowly his body slides down on mine as he gently presses me into the matts, onto my stomach. We remain connected as I feel his cheek find mine and quietly, we nuzzle our faces together, his lips gently kissing over my flesh. It was… an intimate moment, like when Han had me, but this was just different. All of it felt different.

“Veil.” he says gently in my ear. With his accent it sounds like he’s saying Veiluh. I hum gently.

“Lord Toranaga-sama.” I purr in response as our foreheads gently lean in to one another.

How do we fall apart? Faster than a hairpin trigger?

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OKAY but can we talk about this GIF im using for this chapter.

It definitely looks like he's smirking at Veil when she asks if his back is strong enough XDD

Anyways Part IV will be up soon and it will be the final chapter!

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Leverage S4e07: The Grave Danger Job Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

though it worries me to say i've never felt this way by tacewrites - Rated T

They pulled Hardison from a coffin four days ago. Everything’s been quiet since then. Nate calls everyone together in hopes of filling the silence, and is surprised by who turns out to be the loudest in the room.

Safe by ChronicBookworm - Rated T

Parker and Eliot take care of Hardison after the Grave Danger Job.

Got Mulch? (taphophobia) by Sirenby - Rated T

It wasn’t that bad when it started. A little mulch. A nervous chuckle after his third call for his ‘friends’ to let him out. By the sixth, he was surrounded by laughter instead of cardboard—and that was something Alec knew how to deal with. . An Alec Hardison Character Study. TW for taphophobia and bullying.

Point, Line, Triangle by Canon_Is_Relative - Rated G

Hardison is curled on his side in Eliot’s bed. On Eliot’s bed. He’s got no blankets over him but he’s wearing long flannel pants and a thermal shirt, both too big for him, and he’s on his side with his hands tucked under his face. It looks like he’s fast asleep but she stands still and silent anyway, watching his chest expand and contract, syncing up their breaths the way they’d done when he was–

kiss on your lips when you're in my arms by MoonlightBreeze - Rated T

Some wounds take time to heal, but luckily for Hardison, out of old wounds sometimes comes new beginnings.

Or, I tried to write an angsty post-The Grave Danger Job fic, and it somehow turned into the OT3 getting together. Febuwhump Day 18 - "I can't see"

Stuck In A Rut by orphan_account - Rated T

Sometimes, when he’s in bed and there is darkness all around him, Hardinson closes his eyes and imagines he is underground again.

Steady (me) by renecdote - Rated G

He wonders whether Hardison knows how lucky he is, having someone who loves him this much.

The Sweet Taste of Air by Raven_Silversea - Rated T

What was going through Hardison's mind during the last few minutes in the coffin

Out of the Frying Pan, into the Fire (of Feelings) by Hedgehog-o-Brien (Roshwen) - Rated G

‘I need you too, you know.’ Or: Hardison is Fine™ and Eliot has an Emotion. Set right after the Grave Danger Job, so, you know. Content warnings for that episode apply.

Comfort In These Long Shadows by Archer973 - Rated G

Hardison had narrowly escaped his death in that coffin. Now Eliot and Parker keep vigil over him while he sleeps, and say things neither has acknowledged before.

Rake Pick by seventymilestobabylon - Rated G

A little OT3 get-together fic set after the end of "The Grave Danger job."

Scary Night by sisaat - Rated G

It's hard to sleep after being buried alive

Dig Under, Dig Deep by M14Mouse - Rated G

Elliot’s thoughts while they rush to get Hardison out of the coffin. Tag To The Grave Danger Job

A Conversation Was Had by Glitter_Lisp - Rated G

Parker isn't used to caring about people. Eliot isn't used to comforting people. They both get some practice.

Out of the Night That Covers Me by jesterlady - Rated T

Months after the coffin and Hardison can't get through the night terrors.

We look like lightning by puddlejumperpilot - Rated T

The constant ringing of a cell phone woke Hardison. He took a moment to assess his surroundings as he answered. Wherever he was, it was pitch black, there wasn’t much room to move, the air was stuffy, and his head pounded like he’d gotten up close and personal with a sledgehammer. “Wakey, wakey.” The voice on the phone said. “Where am I?” “Well, see for yourself.” Hardison used the phone light to look around, stomach dropping as he realized he was in a coffin.

Places To Rest (I Like Your Arms The Best) by Dee_in_between - Rated T

After the ordeal that the con on the Wicketts had turned into, all Eliot wanted was a shower and some peace and quiet. That immediately goes out the window when Parker and Hardison show up at his door. Despite their smiles, something feels off. There's definitely more to this visit than bougie pizza and a movie.

Saving Bunny by WerewolvesAreReal - Rated G

It's not that Parker is scared. But Bunny is kind of silly about the dark, so it would be nice if Eliot could come reassure him. ((Post 'The Grave Danger Job'))

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Top 30 AMVs of 2024 - Intro + Honorable Mentions

So after having read quite a few “best of” amv lists over the years, last year was my first attempt at making a list of my own. I also planned to include a write up of each entry, but after some tech troubles deleted my list, I thought the playlist was fine enough. Well this year I had more time to really think about my faves, and so I decided to go the full nine yards and try doing a proper ranking ala these other editors.

Some guidelines, I am sticking to 30 because I am not quite sure I have the stamina to write about 50 amvs, but the extra entries will give me more time to build pacing and excitement. Next, I just wish to emphasize this is a purely subjective list. I am biased towards certain circles and likely missed out on a lot of great vids this years. And there are amvs I might even say are “better” or more “well-made” that won’t be making it on this list bc it is about what gets my specific weird tastes.

I am including all sources on this list, including live action, so know when I say “amv” I am speaking broadly. The ranking is also kinda arbitrary to the nature of this list. Depending on the day I might have ordered it differently, so what matters most is knowing I love something about these specific vids.

Starting tomorrow I will drop 10 new entries a day. To give us some fun though, I included some honorable mentions here, vids I want to talk about even if they didn’t make my list proper. So let’s get into it:

Gojo vs Sukuna by NinjaristicNinja

Audio: Bloody Power Fame by coldrain

Visuals: Jujutsu Kaisen

If you are a mmv fan and still aren’t subscribed to NinjaristicNinja, then this is your sign to get on the much deserved bandwagon. In a medium defined by static images, his work is always kinetic, often mixing 3D background and other assets to make fights pop to life.

This is his latest tribute to JJK, going on all in on one singular fight. In theory this should limit the variety of the vid itself, but he does a great job with set-up, anticipation, and making each turn and reversal nail-biting. There are so many smart choices that keep the action exciting yet clear to leave, that honestly most of it is likely above my expertise. But I think anyone who is a fan of seeing how mmvs and animation can be pushed, or just love a good show, will get something out of this.

A Fool’s Garden by Fay-Sa

Audio: Fools by Lauren Aquilina

Visuals: Bloom Into You

Last year I edited with Bloom Into You, and this year I took the time to read and finish the manga, so I am very attached to my girls. I had high expectations for what it means to do them right, and this vid delivered in spades.

So much attention is given to each moment of intimacy and the build up to a touch or kiss. Editing-wise, the drums get a lot of attentions, mimicking the intensity of a pounding, anxious heartbeat. Each time the chorus comes around, it feels like a triumph. Overall it just oozes the joy and thrills of a first love and taking that risk. And as a queer woman who loves the way the source material also tackles the concept of identity, it just all comes together in a way that elevates both the audio and visuals.

Uptown Funk Anime Mix by monomogu

Audio: Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars and Mark Ronson

Visuals: Multisource

Sound sync amvs are a type of vid that I am a more of an outsider to. The idea is that on top of syncing to a music track, they also add original and/or anime-based sound effects to these moments of sync. As someone who likes to treat song as queen, this usually distracts from what I tend to focus on, but I’ve admired monomogu’s sense of rhythm and how he mixes the various audio in the past.

And for this vid, he goes all out on the masking to create what feels like eye-candy it in its purest form. Each transition borders on somewhere between hypnotic and motion-sickness inducing in a way that really scratches my brain positively. Not to mention there is a lot of cheeky lyric sync that just makes me smile and really accentuates the best of its main audio’s strength. I am gonna do a lot of waxing on about all the different strengths and appeals amvs for this series, but this just feels like an extremely detailed and well-done execution of one of the mediums most visceral joys.

A Nuclear Family by Kyapture

Audio: Two Tribes by Frankie Goes to Hollywood

Visuals: Spy x Family

Fun fact, I only learned about this band earlier this year thanks to a specific video highlighting this group’s other big song, but the moment I realize just what this vid was doing I was on the edge of my seat.

This is the first time I’ve seen an action Spy x Family action amv played perfectly straight. It’s so much fun to lean into its Cold War aesthetics and spy side of the title (tbh the parts of the premise I wish the series leaned more into). When it kicks into gear at 0:35 I got so hyped up. I also love the transition at 1:35 and in general the use of some well-placed masks. POE 2024 was my first time coming across this editor, and this vid made me a subscriber. The channel description mentions they’ve recently come back from a long hiatus, so I am excited to see what else they might have planned.

[sweetangelofdesirex]

Fix me-Release me: Chapter 4 (There's Something in the Rain)

Notes: I am so so so excited for this chapter. I am starting to really love writing it, especially since this is my first fic since middle school lol.

Summary: It's been a long time since you've talked to Runt, and finally you guys are getting to hang out. Unfortunately, there's more on the forecast than rain.

Word count: 2.6K (It's a long one)

Warnings: Eventual smut, Slow Burrn, It's about to get bumpy. it's getting there and I would like to thank you for reading.

Another note: You are Spider, It's explained in Chapter 3: Charlotte's Web. Also Please feel free to check out the other chapters to this series.

Hearts beating in sync, loud and wild. There’s this need that aches with every touch. He grabs me, I scratch him, he rips a kiss from my lips, desperate and hot. I try to push him away, but he pulls me closer.

“Let me in”

His hand cups my face. He so close, head-to-head, eye-to-eye, heart-to-heart. He knows me. His eyes follows his thumb as it traces my my cheek down to my lips. There’s a tenderness that warms me, a candle flicker. His other arm wraps around my waist pulling me deeper into his embrace. I can feel his chest rising and falling with mine. The flicker has now become fire, blue and feral, threatening to consume us both. I know this is wrong.

“Please spider.”

His voice is a soft pleading whisper, and in an instant the fire surrounds us. The heat makes me want to unravel myself, for him to have all to himself. I want to taste him, my lips brushing against his-and.

I startle awake, my lungs sputtering for air. I search around my room for anything out of the ordinary. It felt so real, to me it was real. Melancholic blue washes over the empty room, and I can’t help the feeling that hitches in my throat. I know it’s just a matter of time.

Pig’s eyes fluttered opened, the silence of the city greeting him along with the grey-blue sky. He pressed his fingers to his lips.

‘So close’

He looked up at her apartment window

‘and yet so far away’

The sweat on his face chilled as the air breezed by, but he was on fire. His skin burned for her touch, and he ached to be inside her. Running his hands up his chest and neck, the burning was insatiable.

‘Yes’ His breath deepens at the thought of his name leaving her sweet honey lips. Her moans with every touch of him in her. He’s so close, and yet

‘It’s not enough’

It wasn’t enough, how long had he dreamt of her? He was tired of using his imagination. He stood up in frustration, and quickly regretted it. Bricks were not the best mattress, and what was he supposed to do? He wasn’t suppose to be here. Shit. He would be in a fuck-ton of trouble if his parole officer found out.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” He whispered gently towards her window. It wouldn’t matter to him as long as it meant you were his, and he was yours.

The days before this were sterile, filled with white and grey walls with nothing to do but to dream of her-of their time together. She played in his mind for hours upon hours. At times when he descended into nothingness, she would be waiting for him there. Her tears welling in her eyes, slowly mixing with the blood on her cheek.

“I really can’t fucking stand you.”

The words rung like a church bell in an abandoned town. Thunderous, merciless, and uninterrupted. That fucking night! That goddamn fucking night! Pig slammed his head against the brick.

‘Stupid fuckin’ pig.’ He swore at himself. Red plagued him, it’s subtle laughter mocking him into madness. Once again, he was haunted by her in red. Sorrow tightened in his chest and throat. He knew he fucked up.

drip

A wetness touched his skin pulling him from the dark just in time to see Spider rushing to the bus stop. Her hair obscuring her vision as she frantically fumbled through her bag.

‘Go easy now. Pig, he’ll make it all up to you. promise.’ This is what kept him alive when the darkness was a sweet whisper- a gentle warm hand on his shoulder, he thought about you waiting for him still standing at the very spot where you said those agonizing words. You never left even when you turned your back on him and walked out.

Time passes but I am frozen within it, waiting. I watch as cars cut each other off eagerly rushing to their warm comfortable homes.

5:30

A woman is on the phone cussing on about her cheating boyfriend (hopefully soon-to-be ex) to her bff. Her tears are are masked by the rain, still hurt speaks louder than she.

5:37

I lean against the street lamp for stability, my feet aching from standing all day. My coat is so drenched you would’ve thought my umbrella had holes in it. Each drop of rain makes a difference, a ripple in a puddle. and the umbrella?

5:43

“Spider?” A kind voice comes from behind along with a few gentle taps.

“Runt!-long time no see.” I turn to see Runt, drenched head to heel. The umbrella is nothing against the down pour. “This weather’s a bitch”

“oh yea it’s gettin’ real desperate. Sorry I’m late, My gobshite boss is completely useless, better off workin’ for a rock .” We laugh a little

” ’Stead of goin’ to that pub, y’wanna go somewhere closer?”

“Yesss, my feet are fucking killing me.” I look down at my now ruined suede heels. Money down the drain. “and I could really use some wine-fuck a margarita- 5 shots of whiskey- ”

“Fuck, the whole bar then.” She laughs at the suggestions and then she’s hugging me. A tight hug, and I know just what she means to say. ‘I’ve been so alone.’

“I’ve really missed ya pal.”

“I’ve really miss you too.” She pulls away just enough to peer into my eyes. ‘Which world are you in now?’ That’s what she’s thinking. ‘I don’t know anymore’ I really don’t know.

“Are you ready to fuck shit up or are you gonna keep being cheesy with me?” Her cackling melts away the uncertainty and it’s as if everything is back to the way it was-almost.

“Let’s fuck it up, so. We’ll drown away our sorrows with booze and more booze.”

“and food”

“booze and food.”

Arm-in-arm we go, on the hunt for booze and food and maybe the answer to that question, our heels stumbling over puddles and dying of laughter over the stupid shit that’s happen in our lives.

“Oh, how about here-’Pompeii Pizza-I read on a blog that this place is da bomb.” I said stopping us in our tracks.

“Bomb? Pizza so good, you’ll fucking explode?”

“Exactly!” We crash into the pizza parlor, seeking shelter from the ruthless down pour. Our laughter is cut short but the bright fluorescents flooding the blue and white themed restaurant. It looks like it hadn’t been updated since the 90’s*.*

“Y’sure this is the right place?” No, I must’ve gotten the name wrong, it’s a dump. I shake my head

“Oh well, it doesn’t seem too bad.” I shrug hesitantly. The only saving grace is the beer in the outdated soda case whirring and clanking through it’s endless shift.

‘Turn around’ A sudden charge courses up my spine and through my veins. Why all of a sudden is this happening to me? There’s no way in hell, unless he was following us. I turn to the door, anticipating for it to fly open.

“Can we get a large-y’want pepperoni or cheese?” I turn to Runt, my eyes shifting from the door to her and back. I keep my eyes on her while bringing the beers to the counter.

“Cheese, and these too.”

The door doesn’t open, but the feeling intensifies and I feel my eyes pull to a booth by the window. Runt can tell and she follows my gaze. How is this even possible? Out of all the places? He keeps his head down, eyes fixated on the pile of fries he’s picking at, but I know he knows we’re here. It was always like this.

“£17.83**”** I could rush out, say “Nevermind Runt, let’s hang out some other time.” I could leave back to America, act like this part of my life never happened like I’ve done for these past few years. Sometimes, therapists aren’t always right, but Runt’s face says enough. Etched in her eyes is a girl, frozen in time, held on by the past, not of this world no matter how hard she tries. Just like me.

Her words from the day we met up for the first time, 2 weeks ago, played in mind.

“It was tough, y’know, after that I just…felt like a shell. All numb so. n’ then you were sent back to America…and I was there stuck in that dorm room. I thought I was only goin’ that one time, just a visit. y’know?” She picks at her fingers, anxious and embarrassed by her confession.

“It’s fucked up, I know. At the time, he was the only one I could turn to, as stupid as it sounds. It started to feel like old times-” What was I to say? They were born on the same day at the same time. They had always found solace in each other, maybe…maybe I would’ve done the same.

“Out of 20.” I quickly hand him the cash in hopes that rationality would not reach me in time. The anger, the curiosity, the longing, the heartbreak, the why… Like why am I sitting in this booth with him? In trying to outrun myself I land in a trap. I look at him fussing at the same fry.

lift, drop, lift, drop

“Long time no see, Pig.” There is an icy chill wrapped around each word and peace in the rage between us. Another drop in the puddle.

“Hey Pig” Runt’s voice is a little more vibrant and warm. She’s the buffer between us, and slowly he lifts his head.

“Hey Runt.” He looks just like the boy I remembered, hesitant when he knows he’s done wrong. I don’t know why I wasn’t expecting it or what I was expecting, but he’s looking at me. Straight at me-

“Long time, Spider” He smiles softly at me, and what am I to say? What do I do? I just sit and stare at him, and I wonder ‘Did you ever leave that world?’

“What’re you doin’ ere boy?” Runt says trying to break up whatever this is. I pick up a fry from his plate to remove the taste of beer.

“Ew. It’s cold.”

“Lemme try-egh. Pig! How long have you been sittin’ here?”

“Don’t know.” He shrugs at her. “Jus been sittin’ere waitin’ for the rain to stop.” He laughs and suddenly I am awakened. He’s here in front of me, and I can see him clearly, and he’s looking at me. He can see me.

1 lukewarm beer becomes 3 lukewarm beers. No one wants to poke or prod, so the talking is surface. Work and bills, Runt’s stupid boss who really can’t do shit right. With each story he loses more credibility.

3 beers become 6 beers-maybe 7 beers. The seat is more comfortable, and the laughter is easy. I talk about business marketing, and how much I fucking hate it.

“What about fashion? and-” He swipes his lips as if he putting on-

“Make-up?” Runt finishes. Sometimes, I forget that they knew the girl that I was, but not the death of her.

“Parents.” One words says enough. “They know best.” The words taste bitter.

More lukewarm beers down

“And you? What about your mom and brother? How are they?” His mother’s face pops up in my mind, she was a very kind woman. She was there when I need her the most.

“Good, good…yea. I’m livin’ with her for right now.”

“Really? do they still live next to Runt’s parents?” We need more beers for this, and god knows how much we’ve spent.

“Yea-no. New place, ‘bout 2 hours away?”

“Jeez, fuck that’s far.” How did he even get here then?

However many fucking lukewarm beers it takes to get in a jokey-laughy mood.

“Oi pig, look” Runt balances a bottle on her forehead, and we both applaud.

“Bravoooo. Absolutely brilliant, fantastic, amazing Runt does it again.” The trick is amusing, pure entertainment.

beep-beep, beep-beep

“Alright, I wanna try-”

“CLOSING TIME!” The annoyed cook/cashier/owner shouts out. Which is completely rude.

“Gasp, What time is it?”

beep-beep, beep-beep

I check my phone, 2 missed messages from - I ignore them.

“10:45!!-Oh my god.”

“What?! are you coddin’ me?” Runt is rocking side-to-side slurring away.

“Coddin?”

“You fuckin’ with her?” Pig translates.

“No! Girl it’s time to gooo!” I laugh taking the last swig of my drink.

The owner is practically pushing us outside, when lighting surges through the cloudy night.

beep-beep, beep-beep

“Still fuckin’ pouring, my fuckin’ god-” Frustration lingers in her voice. No matter how much it rains it seems the earth can’t get enough. I know.

“Spider?” Runt, I know what you’re going to say. Look I played nice, it was a great time.

“Hmm?” I can feel Pig’s eyes on me waiting to see the reaction to the question we both know she’s going to ask.

“You-your-?” Jesus how many beers did she have? I look to Pig, his sculpted face illuminated by the dim street light. I look back at Runt who’s now leaning on my shoulder.

Finally, We reach the threshold in which the unforgiving down pour meets peaceful familiarity. At least it would be peaceful, if it wasn’t for Pig. If he wasn’t here in my apartment holding the other side of Runt. We plop her on the dining room chair.

“Runt-just sit here for a sec-let me get you some dry clothes.” I turn around to find Pig waiting behind me, rain dripping down his forehead into his eyes. His gaze is soft, a blue fire flickering within. I never thought I would come back here. I never thought I would see her or him again. So much to say and just when I think I found the words-

“Babe, is that you?” The voice comes from the living room, but Pig doesn’t break contact with me.

The frost is melting, and time is starting

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

Only Her

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [Red Carpet Diaries]

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer (F!OC)

Book: Red Carpet Diaries

Word Count: ~450

Rating: General: no warnings, just fluff

Synopsis: Thomas and Alex enjoy a quiet sunset at the beach. (Set around mid RCD 3 as Thomas is still struggling to find his next project, but he's coming to terms with it)

The once brilliant sun dipped lower on the horizon. Its rays scattered through the atmosphere, painting the sky with strokes of oranges, pinks, and purples. The ocean below mirrored the beauty of the sky in its dark surface. The gentle waves lapped against the sandy shore of the secluded beach, almost drowning out the distant cries of the seagulls catching their dinner.

Alex rested her head on his shoulder, nuzzling closer as the cool breeze swept over the waters. It was truly a beautiful sight, and one she was grateful to be able to share with him. 

Thomas laced his fingers with hers, his thumb brushing softly over hers. His gaze flickered down toward the woman who would soon be his wife, a title he hadn't expected to fill, but she was different, or maybe he was different because of her. Either way, the future he expected was forever changed. He wondered if that also included the path of his career. It was a fear that had been slowly consuming him, eating away at him day by day, moment by moment. Yet, here, with her—the corner of his lip twitched up at the thought—with her, it was always easier. Between her and this view—his gaze fell once more to the serene landscape before them—here with her and no distractions, just the quiet song of the earth, he could breathe. 

He exhaled softly, allowing his breathing to sync with the tides. As they rolled out, he let go of the weight of his artistic doubts and fears that he'd never find his next project. He had to trust that inspiration would come when the time was right... and if it didn't. He shook the thought away and pressed a kiss on the top of her head. If it didn't, it would be okay. He had learned there were more important things than work. She was the one thing he truly needed to be happy—only her. He could get through anything with her by his side. 

Her attention shifted to his thought gaze, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "You okay?"

He met her gaze, nodding softly in reply. "I have everything I need right here."

The salty scent of the sea swirled around them. Her hair danced across her face in reply, tickling her features. A slow smile spread across her face as she shook her head, tossing her hair back.

"Let me," Thomas offered. His fingers gingerly brushed the loose hair strands away, tucking them back behind her ear. His hand lingered on her cheek, cradling her face.

She rested her hand over his, guiding his lower across her lips. She pressed a tender kiss to his palm. "I love you," she whispered.

He rested his forehead against hers. "I love you, too, my Alex." His lips brushed over hers, savoring the salty taste on her lips.

A/N: While I'm still desperately struggling with writer's block, I did manage to write this. It took 3 days to write 450 words, but here we are. A couple years ago when I had writers block, I started a series of drabbles with the theme of "forehead kisses", then I did a "holding hands" series, so I'm trying a stolen moments/brushing hair back series. I can't promise I can get through it, but my hope is to write really short scenes with that tender touch as a focus for each of my pairings to just try to write something!

Anyway, thank you for reading ❤️❤️❤️

[onthewaytosomewhere]

Sunday - yeah sentences & last line challenge cuz i'm lazy and doing them all in one

so i've been tagged by some lovely peeps @england-would-fall @taste-thewaste @firenati0n @piratefalls

So I need to get this thing done - as it has been lamenting on my drive waiting for me to just finish it already - and stop playing around with all the other fics so I'm posting it in hopes that might encourage me to get it frakkin' done already - and i wasted hours this afternoon tracking down one detail lol - but hey that's what happens i guess lol

So this is what I have lovingly been calling gotta sign 'em all - it's a little thing inspired by TZP and his fascination with signing a little book (and well, with him being so ACD-coded it just fits) it's a lot more than 6 or 7 sentences but i just need to get some of it out in the ether

They are nearing the end, both of Henry’s ability to continue and the line of people with books for him to sign, when the girl whose book Henry just signed peeks behind him at Alex. She turns the book to the dedication page and gestures towards Alex. “Mr. Claremont-Diaz,” and fuck if that doesn’t make him feel old, but the girl can’t be more than 13, so he sucks it up. “Would you be willing to sign the dedication page of my book? Your story helped me come out as bisexual to my parents; they’re from the US, and my father’s Mexican family is very Catholic. Seeing you have family of similar background who support you after everything happened to you made me hope mine could be as well.” Alex feels Henry’s hand grab his and squeeze it. This is one of the things that still amazes him: how in sync they are with each other. How even though Henry is drained from a taxing day, Henry is there to support Alex unequivocally. He nods to her and reaches for her book. He takes a deep, centering breath and squeezes Henry’s hand once quickly before letting it go with a smile so he can sign. Henry hands him the Sharpie he has taken to carrying in his inner jacket pockets, and he grips the pen, looking back to the girl in front of him. “I am just floored that my story—our story,” he says, gesturing between himself and Henry, because his story is and always will be intertwined with Henry’s, ever since they first started this, “gave you the courage to be yourself. I hope it all went well with your family.” The girl nods, and Alex sees the wet sheen to her eyes, the tears she is attempting to hold back, and blinks to keep his own at bay. “Yes, it did, thank you,” her smile wobbles a little as she responds, and Alex moves the conversation on for all of them. “Who am I making this out to?” Alex asks, pen poised above the page, ready to sign. He pauses a moment to read the dedication he has memorized as she gives her name.  [insert sappy – probably not good enough – dedication to Alex - probably something about you and me always maybe breaking down walls] He writes her name in the book, adds a few lines about bisexual solidarity, and signs his name with a flourish. He hands the book back to her, and she looks at the page, smiling at his words. Alex is not the most self-aware man, and he’ll admit this, but even he knows that moment has him feeling things he didn’t think it would.

oh i also got a few of last line tags yesterday so here goes for that too

He decides to help her out and says, “Hey, I see you got your copy of Henry’s book; glad ya got one before the vultures at that shelter swooped in.”

so some no-pressure Sunday tags and well if ya already posted let's just assume ya had an open tag that i snagged and i'll find it lol @adreamareads @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @dragonflylady77 @duchessdepolignaca03 @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf (hope ya had a good time in austin Val! (at least i assume based on wednesdays post that's wehre ya were)) @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @junebugclaremontdiaz @kiwiana-writes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @nocoastposts @priincebutt @sophie1973 @stellarm @sunnysideprince @suseagull04 @typicalopposite and an open tag

[scorchedthesnake]

A non-exhaustive list of things I've loved from Sleep No More, in no particular order

Gossip Girl Party: to celebrate what we feared would be the injection of our beloved niche show into broad public awareness, Jenny Weinbloom and Russ Marshalek hosted a viewing party complete with trivia, an "Is That All There Is?" lip sync contest, and a mask signed by Hecate as the prize, which I was tasked with discreetly picking up at the Hotel from Careena:

Ginger Lobby: Paul and Austin, Porter and Boy Witch pairing for the ages. As Paul said at his salon: "I met my husband in that phone booth right over there!" You simply could not beat the chemistry and intensity of those performances.

Zebra Fucking Katz: the video for "Imma Read" had some masks and the cast loved it so they got him to play in the Rep Bar after the Valentine's Day show

OG Mayfair: pretty hard to beat the wildest, most surprising, most drama-inducing party in the history of the hotel

HELLHOUND: Every time I walk by the wolf in the laundry area on 5 I think of you, Alex Smith.

The thing with your legs: The way Will Seefried would squeeze your legs together with his while doing the Porter 1:1 – one of the best variations ever done in that scene!

Your Heart Sings: and basically every other improv moment with Nate Carter.

How would you like a chocolate penis?: in the wake of Gossip Girl, the hotel found itself the destination of some number of bachelorette parties. One night mid-performance I stopped by Manderley for water and suddenly heard Calloway call out, "EVAN, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE A CHOCOLATE PENIS?"

Team Hard RT: When Bowmore Spirits set up a promotional event with a tasting and show combo ticket, they did a giveaway on Twitter which you could enter by retweeting their posts. Several of us combined as Team Hard RT (remember the only way of retweeting? RT @ soandso? Well, then a dummy account the brand owned won, and we called them out.

Teaser Trailer: my finest creative moment in this whole blog

Kelly’s Drink: New Year's Eve 2011 - Kelly Bartnik wanted a gin and tonic in the show, so we brought a flask and glass along and assembled it for her in Bald Witch's shrine.

Mayfair 2 with Will: Will's improvised Porter 1:1 at the gate is one of my favorite performance moments of all time.

MIT Media Lab: My entire experience with this project was an unending list of incredible moments. Working with Felix Barrett. William, Alba, Ben and Careena doing awesome things. Repeated 1:1s in the padded cell. An NDA. The whole thing was a fanboy's dream come true.

My name’s Malcolm: Ben Thys' final show as Malcolm, he ran from the ballroom into the stairwell and surprised an unsuspecting audience member who exclaimed "Jesus!" Ben didn't miss a beat and as he ran past her shouted back, "my name is Malcolm!"

Clyde: If you never got to see the original Lodge, I just feel sorry for you. It was the most excellent little cocktail bar imaginable. It also acquired a groundskeeper, Matt Downs, who in the character of Clyde managed to convince an awful lot of people that he worked there.

Oh but the Hotel only has 5 floors: At my 10th show I still had never been to the 6th floor. I found myself in a conversation with Violet. She asked if I had seen everything in the hotel in my many visits? And I said well everything but the 6th floor. "Oh, but the Hotel only has 5 floors," she said. "Let's see what card you're holding." I showed her my Ace. "Oh you aren't going to want to go with them. Or the 2s or the 3s. In fact, why don't you have another drink and I'll come get you when the time is right."

Every Recap About This Time: this little collab with Kevin Cafferty is some of the only good comedy writing I've ever done, and I'm thrilled any time the tropes in it resurface.

Julian’s elevator: When Zach Martens was on as Man-in-Bar as Julian... I often just outright skipped the show. And he gave me the best solo ride in the elevator I ever could have wished for.

We haven’t been properly introduced: At a Pride party a few weeks after all that May Fair stuff happened, I met up with Nick and Paul and finally got to meet Austin, who walked over and greeted me with "we haven't been properly introduced" which disarmed everything.

Do you know who we are?!?: aggressively making out with a friend and fellow fan at one of the Infernos up on the mezzanine, some random party guest walked by and said, "gentlemen, please!" and we both turned, glared at him and in unison responded: "do you know who we are? Do you know whose house this is?"

Heather Matarazzo: The star of "Welcome to the Dollhouse" hosted a storytelling hour in Manderley one night after the show. Being that I had been at the show, I was animatedly talking with people about everything that happened that night, which got me an aggressive shushing from one of my teenage icons. I may have shouted back that it was my bar and I'd talk as much as I pleased.

NYE Balloons: that I got to be at the center of such an iconic moment was a tremendous gift I will cherish forever

Getting my avatar: Oh how I wish I could remember your name, kind fan who made the pineapple dress and the coins and then made this wonderful sketch of me in my confusion as you presented me with the coin. I use this avatar everywhere and I just want to say one more time – thank you, this is the best kind of magic.

Luke Taxi: for whatever reason, despite being a long-time Punchdrunk veteran, Luke Murphy is basically never in roles with 1:1s. Macduff, Macbeth, Neoptolemus, etc. So when I found out he was occasionally doing Taxidermist, I patiently stalked and hoped someday I'd luck into a show and then somehow actually get it. And sure enough, it was very worth that wait – he hit every note of that creepy 1:1 perfectly. Months later as his departure drew near, I lucked into another night he was in the role. Frances Koncan and I followed intently but when the time came and it was just the two of us with him, he looked at us, sighed heavily, and retreated into the bathroom without either of us. Bless that wonderful man, he knows how to keep us wanting more.

WTF Breaks: in the days before the phone lockdown, the bar reopening after first loop was a great time to meet up with people, express shock at casting and/or pulls, and send some insane tweets about what was going on. Kinda miss these tbh.

Scorched haha the Snake: Tony Bordonaro gave me the meta moment I had long worried would come one night when, as he concluded the Banquo 1:1, he said, "they have (long paused) scorched HA HA HA the snake... not killed it."

Is this making out? Brandon made some excellent memes and this one is my favorite. So I'll take the opportunity to shout out the 3 Speakeasy Barmans and 1 Taxidermist who actually did make out with me.

Telegram_mrsnake: That they made this for me when I came back from unemployment, and gave it this file name... man, it moves me to tears even still.

Macbeth is Evan Matthew Cobb: when Evan Copeland first appeared in the show, this was sent to the cast list. A totally honest mistake, to be sure, as at the time if you googled Evan + Sleep No More, I am indeed the one that would come up:

The Fraggle Room: it's fucking real.

Reverse Porter: Nick Dillenburg, you were in the show for exactly 37 seconds and I stalked the hell out of you and got 7 1:1s across all your roles and they were all wonderful, and I am so glad you took the risk of the Reverse Porter on me... it was unforgettable.

Carnival des Corbeaux: of all the party photos, this one will forever be my favorite. If I had to pick one photo to sum up everything that ever happened in the McKittrick Hotel, it's without a doubt this one: