#my tastes in writing and reading sync up

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia

I'm curious, do you enjoy reading fics with trauma recovery as much as you enjoy writing them?

And is there anything you enjoy writing but hate/dislike reading? And vice versa?

Hi anon!

I do enjoy reading fics with trauma recovery! It's mostly what I read when I'm looking for something longer, however, I don't like trauma recovery just because it's trauma recovery? It needs other stuff too. A lot of folks assumed I'd like the Steve/Bucky Marvel pairing because Bucky has PTSD, but I actually can't stand that pairing (though I like both characters) and don't care as much about those specific narratives of PTSD (interpersonal trauma recovery interests me more than military or natural disaster trauma recovery, for example).

I don't know if I enjoy reading fics with trauma recovery as much as I enjoy writing it. In fact I'd say that's not true anymore because I've read very few fics with trauma recovery since I started writing Falling Falling Stars and I kind of realised I could write exactly what I wanted. Ever since then, reading the fanfiction of other folks doing trauma recovery is a harder sell to me personally, though I still do look for hurt/comfort etc.

I do still reread old fics I love, and old novels with trauma recovery / hurt/comfort that I love. But I don't... reread that content as much as I write that content, so if we're talking about 'time spent reading trauma recovery' vs. 'time spent writing/editing trauma recovery' alone, then I would definitely like writing it more.

Most of the original novels I've recced here and on Goodreads, particularly in romance but not always, generally have trauma recovery as a centralised theme or major part of the story.

As for stuff I like writing but hate/dislike reading:

Horror and supernatural horror (can't watch it, don't love reading it, really enjoy writing it)

Stories that are too long (lol)

Probably other stuff I'm forgetting.

And for stuff I don't like writing but really like reading:

Like, too much to list! I don't like writing nonfiction novels but I read a ton of nonfiction novels, lol. I don't really like writing high literature but I still read it. I don't like writing plays for the stage but I'll read 'em.

I mean isn't this true of most writers? Most of what we haven't written and/or don't enjoy writing is often what we're still going to really love, because we can't do everything. Idk, I have no interest in writing The Great British Bake Off, but I really like watching it. I have no interest in writing police procedurals but I love watching them.

Specifically in terms of romance fic, I'm not sure. Probably areas where I'm extremely concerned about the level of work involved in making a slightly accurate fanfiction - like getting terminology, customs and costumes right in certain fandoms like say, Natsume's Book of Friends or Mo Dao Zu Shi, and the actual process of writing seems extremely intimidating but I like reading (or have liked reading) stories in those fandom/s where other people are willing to do that work. I've definitely been thinking about researching this a bit more with an intention to writing fic going forward though.

I can be a really lazy writer, but I'm also a writer who can really appreciate when another writer has done the hard yards in areas of fandom where I want to read, but writing fills me with :/ feelings. Like, I really respect when you can see an author's care and research, but it's not weighing down the page and I don't feel like I'm getting a lecture that feels like a Wiki page that's been condensed down. Some of my favourite fandoms for like weird random niche knowledge included Dragon Age: Inquisition, and that was a fandom where I ended up doing a ton of research myself (i.e. what did horses eat 200 years ago, how did you prepare and store their food).

In terms of genre, there's not a ton of difference honestly. I don't love writing or reading gen. I don't love writing or reading fluff in the absence of hurt/comfort. I don't love writing or reading hurt-no-comfort. Maybe the biggest one is that on the very rare occasion I'll read a heterosexual PWP that has a kink I'm really looking for, but I don't intend to ever write het again.

(Finally pressing post on this after forgetting I had it in my drafts for ages!)

[breathinlove]

sticky fingers ellie williams

read this

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.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Love you writing, though i don't have a favorite Alfred's boy is in my current list to reread. I had an idea that i saw about Dick and his taste in partners and Jazz fits the type competent red heads. Anyway my prompt is Dick gathering his exes (Wally, Babs, and Kori) to meet help him woo his current crush Jazz Fenton. From there it could btanch off many different ways like Jazz showing off Wack Fenton shenanigans or maybe like midway he sees one of his brothers making more progress with their crush on Danny. Or adding a twist of a deaged Dani or Danny.

"Don't make it obvious, but she just walked in," Dick whispers to his friends. However, Babs is the only one who actually listens since both Wally and Kori nearly break their necks by how fast they turn around.

A woman with long, fiery hair walks in with an adorable pair of five-year-old twins. She again carries the books the teens had borrowed and makes a beeline for the return box.

Like clockwork, once the books are returned to the metal box, the twins tug her toward the astronomy section, babbling about star facts in perfect sync.

Her hair bounces with each step, swinging behind her like a waterfall made of sunsets.

It was her long smooth hair that had first captured Dick's attention (he has a type sue him) when the small family had first started appearing at Gotham's public library. He had been bringing Babs some lunch that day, hidden behind the counter so Babs' boss wouldn't see him, and had been in prime position to watch one of the twins flout up to reach a book on the top shelf.

He was intrigued by the boy's apparent meta abilities, but what really surprised him was how easily he used his powers. Maybe it was due to his young age or how the woman didn't discourage his powers.

She reminded him to use "Indoor flying" in the same tone he heard parents tell their kids to use their "indoor voice". Metas weren't as rare as people wanted them to be but to see someone so casual about them was.

It was honestly uplifting to see a family so open about it. The little girl with her also seems to be a meta, for not even minutes later, she phases through an aisle instead of walking around, and the woman doesn't even bat an eye.

She only sticks her hand out the aisle to tell the little girl to not walk away from the science fiction section.

Dick hadn't been able to take his eyes off her, even when she made the little girl blow her nose using tissue from her purse or when she had started lecturing the children for running around in a foreign language.

Since then, he has returned to visit Babs every Thursday at two. The woman would bring the twins every week at the same time and even thought Dick had attempted to walk over to her, it seemed as if the universe it self got in the way.

She would get a call. The kids would need the bathroom. She began reading to the children, or they would rush in and out. He didn't want to come off as creepy, so he didn't follow her around, only watching her when she wandered back into sight.

To avoid being a creep, he also refrained from asking Babs any information about her. He wanted to introduce himself to the Libary goddess himself.

He found himself daydreaming of her. Fantastic conversations and dates. Could even picture introducing her to Bruce and the others. It wasn't long before he let it slip about his fast-developing crush to his friends- and exes- who were excited to see the first civilian he's ever been interested in.

Walley and Kori had strong-armed him into bringing them along this week, insisting they could help him speak to her. It's not that Dick couldn't. It's been so long since he genuinely wanted to flirt with a civilian.

He long ago mastered the art of flirting, but it was to make a watered-down version of Brucie Wayne. It was nothing but a mask to keep his second life a secret. He was worried he had gotten too used to dating heroes and would scare her off before they could really be something.

"I said don't make it obvious!" He hisses as Babs chuckles. She is typing away on her laptop, not bothering to raise her eyes as she waves her hand.

"Relax, they aren't even looking at us."

"She's gorgeous!" Kori gasps.

"She's a redhead," Wally observes with a smirk. "Why am I not surprised? Who are the little ones?"

"Her younger siblings," Babs answers, surprising Dick. He had thought she was their mother by the way she behaved. He had been a bit worried she was married or already had a boyfriend, but if she had been a single mother, he would be happy and willing to step in as a father. "The whole family just moved to Gotham. Their parents are opening a new business here I think."

"What kind of business?" he asks, his eyes tracing the way her face lights up with a laugh. He can't hear what the little boy says, but it must have been humorous since she is chuckling for a while with him.

His heart flutters a little. He's never seen a smile so perfect and genuine before.

"Ecto-research and Ecto-defenses," Babs says with a straight face.

"What is that?" Kori asks, leaning on the counter to read over Bab's shoulder. Technically she shouldn't be sitting on the counter like this, nor should Dick or Wally be on the other side with Babs, but her boss was out for the day.

And Bruce owned the building.

"I'm not sure. I've been trying to look into it since Jazz told me about it on Monday." Babs replies, clicking between a webpage titled Fenton Works and Ectobeings. "It's not that they hidden the information, but it's a bit out there. The term ghost appears a lot, so I'm assuming they are ghost hunters and researchers."

"A daughter of ghost hunters.....almost as odd as a son of circus performers." Wally nudges Dick with his elbow, making the other smile, even if he blushes a little when the little girl snaps her gaze at them. "You have a change, Wonder Boy!"

"Please don't call me that. People are going to think I'm associated with Wonder Woman."

"Please, as if Wonder Woman would waste her time on you," Wally laughs, then leans closer. "I bet you could ask her about the family business over dinner."

"That would be a great opener," Kori agrees. "From my personal experience, men become much more attractive if they show interest in my family business."

"Your family business was being royal warlords," Babs tells her, which makes Kori stand up with pride.

"We had a long history of battle!"

Dick opens his mouth to answer, only to have a young voice cut him off. "You're royalty, too?"

In shock, he glances down, not realizing the little girl had sneaked up on them. She blinks large blue eyes at him with an innocent expression that only children this young can make. She is holding a book about the fictional Prince Dorathea and her tales of the Dragon necklace.

It was a new young adult novel by an anonymous author, taking the fantasy genre by storm. Dick should know since he was obsessed with reading the series too.

"I am. Princess Kori, heir to the throne." Kori tells her with a smile. She had never been that worried about her secret identity even though she appeared human right now- she was wearing a glamor necklace that Zatanna had whipped up for her so she could walk around like a regular person. She then winks, "Don't tell the government."

The little girl nods seriously as if she would take the secret to the grave. She's adorable. "I won't. I'm hiding from them too."

"Why's that?"

"I'm a princess." She says, lowering her voice into a stage whisper. Dick's heart melts. "My brother's the king."

"Danielle Fenton, what did I say about wandering around?" The goddess herself demands, striding over to them. Floating behind her is the little boy staring at the adults with wide, gleeful eyes.

Instead of becoming scared of a scolding like most children, Danielle throws a fist into the air. "I shall not be contained!"

The woman snorts. "I'll ground you."

"Let's not be too hasty," Danielle answers quickly as the little boy starts laughing, slowly turning in the air with his laughter. Dick watches, intrigued. It almost seems as if he was lying in an invisible hammock.

The redhead rolls her eyes, turning her gaze to the rest of the adults with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about her."

"No worries, Jazz. Danielle wasn't a bother, but you should listen to your sister and not walk around alone." The last part is directed at the little girl who starts to float upwards. "By the way, these are my friends. Wally, Kori, and Dick."

"Nice to meet you all." Jazz replies, and Dick can only offer her a wave as his tongue seems to have become lead. What is wrong with him?! "I'm Jasmine Fenton but call me Jazz. This is Danny and Danielle. Can we check these books out?"

"Sure. Guys, move out of the way for a bit." As Babs helps her, Wally yanks Dick to the side.

"Dude, are you okay?"

" I think I'm in love."

"Oh no." Says Kori with wide eyes. "We lost him.

None of the three notices the glowing blue eyes of a flouting little boy watching their huddle, nor do they notice the immense power resting behind such a youthful face.

[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. 

[schoenpepper]

Topsy Turvy Table Games

Intro: A game of truth or dare is always fun when you can’t lie to your soulmate.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, shipping crumbs, not proofread, i think it’s more crack than fluff my bad, reader might be yuu because they know about teletubbies lol

A/N: It's like routine that I apologize for lame upload schedules, but I haven't been feeling too much like writing lately. I don't know, I keep getting distracted by random stuff. For @fsh1, on my event.

Masterlist

Unbirthday parties usually have croquet games and beheadings. It’s certainly a surprise when, one faithful afternoon, the party activities take a turn.

It started with a Magicam trend.

And as all Magicam trends go, Cater is caught up and wants to reenact the thing with the dorm members of Heartslabyul (“The more, the merrier!”). Riddle doesn’t find the concept all too interesting, but midterms had just finished, so his card soldiers look at him with pleading eyes and, well, he folds. It’s just a silly game anyway. If it pleases his dormmates (and you, his lovely soulmate) then he will oblige with said silly game.

“Truth or dare,” Cater places his phone down at the center of the table, “but the app decides what dare we do or what question we answer! The pool is like, totes random, so it’ll be fun, I promise~”

It is debatable whether or not it’s actually worth doing something that Cater deemed fun (to Riddle at least).

His doubts all fade away when he looks into your eyes.

Has that golden speck always been there? Maybe he’s just imagining it. But the way the corner of your lips curve into a smile; it makes his heart beat a familiar rhythm, one that he knows syncs with yours. “You may play,” he sighs in resignation, “but only because Y/N wants to, and I want to make them happy.”

And there’s the curse.

He blushes red as his hair, sipping at his tea furiously while attempting to ignore his dormmates’ badly hidden snickering. It was highly inconvenient when your mouth runs off in the presence of your soulmate, but Cater had happily declared that only dorm members with their soulmates present were allowed to participate in the game. Though it made sense, it was still quite the unsavory statement (both for him and those of his dorm that have yet to find their other half). He’s sat on his throne at the head of the table with you next to him on your own, heart-shaped throne the same color as his. Trey is sitting with Cater while the ADeuce duo are bickering as they’re crammed into one seat.

(Why are they even sharing a seat?)

“Is everyone good to go?!”

There’s loud yells of agreement from the crowd of rowdy teenage boys, and he glances at you when you shout with them. Cater’s voice is ringing in his ears, the taste of rose milk tea lingering on his tongue like the almond rose water cake-flavored kiss you’d shared with him in the gazebo last week.

“First is—”

He would’ve beheaded the person who came up with the idea of spinning his scepter on the table, had it not been you.

The crown points to Ace.

“Acey~!”

“Wah, me?! Hey no fair prefect, your spin sucked!”

“Ace, just be a good sport.”

“Oh shut up Juice, you’re only smug because you want to see me embarrass myself.”

“No I do not, you know I love you!”

Riddle sighs and Cater leans forward to tap on the phone. “Truth or dare, Ace? Hurry up.”

“Dare!”

The ginger junior reads out the prompt from his screen with a giggle, Trey holding out an arm to stop him from falling into the croquembouche, “Okay okay, you have to color your two front teeth with lipstick and leave it like that for the rest of the day.”

Cue laughter and screaming and Ace grumbling. Riddle has no clue where anyone found a tube of lipstick (is it expired?), but Ace ends up looking like he’d bled through his gums. Perhaps it’s luck that the scepter avoided him for several turns after that, when Trey was forced to try to peel a banana with only his teeth, some second year was made to drink water out of his shoe, and Cater talked about the time his sisters bought him lacy lingerie as a birthday present. In any case, luck ends at some point.

“Housewarden!” the crowd is practically vibrating, “Truth or dare?”

Riddle frowns, but he feels your hand gently patting his own, as if to soothe him. He rolls his eyes and answers, “Truth,” while warily eyeing his dormmate who was trembling in his soulmate’s arms after drinking out of his stinky leather shoes.

“Have you ever dressed up as the opposite sex?” Cater reads the prompt aloud before laughing, “nah, let’s get another one—”

“I have.”

Silence.

His friends are staring at him with their eyes wide, jaws slack.

He can see you out of the corner of his eye, trying desperately to hold back your laughter as you latch onto his arm, burying your face into his shoulder. Riddle clears his throat, trying to fan away the building heat of shame on his face as he replies, “Y/N bought me a, er, bunny maid costume last Easter…”

He really wished, now more than ever, that the ‘always telling the truth when near your soulmate’ thing could have an off switch.

As expected, they freak out at his words. Their ruckus causes such chaos that the plate of madeleines almost spills onto his lap, but he can’t find it in himself to do anything other than curl in on himself.

“And you wore it?!”

You perk up at the question and answer it for him.

“He did! He looked so adorable and I took at least fifty pictures. I ordered three more outfits for Halloween—” you cover your mouth in shock, looking at Riddle with a sheepish smile, “oops. That was supposed to be a surprise. Don’t worry though, I’m sure you’ll look great as a Teletubby!”

“A what?!”

[rin-fukuroi]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 [𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

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Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail Pairings: Jing Yuan x Fem!reader x Blade Warnings: NSFW, !dark! content, i guess, yandere, non-con, threesome, oral sex, anal sex, creampie, squirt, a little rough treatment from Blade.

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq 

Yeah, i can't stop writing threesome wth my favorite men. But these two look especially good together…

You'd rather die than be trapped between two incarnations of the devil himself.

If it once seemed to you that Jing Yuan is soft enough against the background of a ruthless and cruel Blade, then this is not so at all. Right now he doesn't pay attention to your words of protest, or the tears running down your cheeks, or the way your legs are desperately trying to push his face away from your crotch, while Blade calmly fixes your wrists at the head of the bed. The general is gentle only in showering you with sickly sweet speeches and praises, from which your stomach twists in vomiting. The smile, forever frozen on his face, from the outside may seem soft and saturated with love when his gaze meets yours, but how can «love» and Jing Yuan get along in the same sentence when his tongue collects the moisture of your treacherous excitement, completely not caring about how your body trembles with fear and the look of fear rushes from the greedy eyes of the General to the quietly chuckling Blade, unbuttoning his fly.

— Mmm, you are amazing, dear, — Jing Yuan, after what seemed like an eternity, finally breaks away from your wet folds, contentedly licking his lips shiny from your salty slime. — Blade, come here.

— Tsk, — you almost exhale with relief when the gloomy tall figure of Blade moves away from you, moving to the edge of the bed, where the smug General is sitting. — What do you…?!

Both yours and Blade's eyes seem to expand in sync with shock when Jing Yuan bites into his lips in a kiss. You can almost feel his tongue sliding into Blade's mouth, like he's doing it to you. Blade's face expresses silent displeasure, but he doesn't try to pull away. It makes you sick to realize that the tongues of these men now share your taste. How disgusting they are. You take advantage of the moment and check the strength of the ropes that bind your hands. As expected, Blade is too good at everything that concerns your torment, so the rope painfully cuts into the skin of your wrists, preventing you from even pulling tight threads, no matter how you try to do it.

— Bastard, what are you doing? — Blade finally pushes General away, wiping his lips irritably with the back of his hand.

— I share with you the taste of our princess, — you again feel the weight of Jing Yuan's gaze from under half-closed eyelids, when he looks at the curves of your naked body without hesitation. Amber eyes rest on your trembling thighs, which are desperately trying to stay closed in a futile attempt to prevent any of them from thrusting a dick into you. But you know perfectly well that it's useless.

— You're too gentle with her, Jing Yuan.

You try to shrink, hide in a corner, do anything to avoid Blade's touch when his hands reach for your closed thighs, but strong long fingers inevitably press into your soft flesh, spreading your legs wide apart and opening up a view of your crotch for him. You whine, trying not to die right there from shame. Blade has always been intimidating. His habit of scrutinizing the most intimate parts of your body has always made you burn with embarrassment and disgust. You always knew that after that his heavy cock would painfully stretch your insides, but you just wanted to get it over with faster and hide from the eyes of two bastards using your body as a toy to satisfy their perverted needs.

They've never used you together before. It always had to be either Jing Yuan or Blade, and you honestly can't tell which one was less disgusting. But now that the sickening pretense and hypocrisy have merged into a hellish mixture with cruelty and cold-bloodedness, you really began to think that it would have been better for them to finish you off the day they both laid eyes on you. How much you must have angered the whole universe if it has prepared such a test for you?

— You're being too rude, Blade. I like to stretch out the pleasure, while you just use it as a thing. It's wrong, she should enjoy us too, — Jing Yuan's lips are still stretched in the tenderest smile as he gets up from his place on the bed, slowly walking to the head of the bed and stretching out his hands to the rope. — Come on, honey, don't cry. I think I should make you comfortable, huh? You won't be able to accept both of us in this position.

— Tsk, bastard, are you serious? I wasn't going to share her with you at all, — Blade exhales irritably, but pulls away from your hips, allowing Jing Yuan to arrange your bound hands on his shoulders as he embraces you, arranging you astride his body while he lays down on the bed.

You can feel his hard cock pressing against your clitoris, sending a sickeningly pleasant shiver through your body. Bitter tears are dripping from your eyes again from the realization of how humiliating it is to feel like such a helpless doll in their hands, especially when the warm slime of betrayal of your body flows down your thighs, surrendered under the pressure of primal desire, which at some point began to rage in your body along with fear of these two every time, when they visit the room allocated for you with one single purpose.

Jing Yuan purrs velvety into the curve of your neck while his heavy palms forcefully press on your hips, forcing you to descend on his dick, the oozing head of which has already aligned with your entrance. You whine and try to pull away from the touch of his lips to the skin of your throat, turning your head to the side. Stretching is so painful, but merges with a pleasant feeling of pleasure because of how slowly his big cock pushes deep into your vagina. Maybe it's because you're trying your best to prevent his big palms from pressing, or maybe it's because the General has always been famous for his addiction to harassing you to madness, it seemed to last forever, nauseating caresses and irritatingly slow movements, which sometimes stopped altogether, forcing you stay impaled on his dick for who knows how long until he gets bored of it.

When the head of Jing Yuan's cock rested against the cervix with a dull pain, making you shudder, completely lowered onto his hips, you almost forgot that there was another person in the room, drilling your figure with a burning predatory gaze, waiting for the moment when he could bloodthirstingly bite into the flesh of his victim. A short cry escaped from your throat when you felt the rough compression of your buttocks by Blade's cold hands. A sharp shiver shot through my spine as a terrifying thought popped into my head about exactly what Jing Yuan meant when he said that you should accept them both.

— N-no! No, please! — you desperately shifted on Jing Yuan's lap in a sudden panic attack when you realized what the man behind you was going to do. Your futile attempts to escape were instantly stopped by the painful pulling of your hair, forcing you to throw your head back.

— Shut up, — Blade growls, leaning over your ear. You freeze when your eardrums are struck by his terrifyingly low, husky voice. It always sounds like the call of your imminent doom, to which your imprisonment here must inevitably lead. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to finally be free of this torment, but you knew they'd never let you die so easily.

Jing Yuan, on the other hand, simply enjoys the view of your throat that has opened up in front of him, the way your muscles tighten when you swallow convulsively, opening your lips and exhaling air intermittently from your painfully constricted lungs. You are so seductive in your defenselessness and weakness. General's lips find their place on your neck again when he lifts up, pressing into your vulnerable throat exposed in front of him, lifting your hips on his cock.

You whimper when you feel another hard organ pressing against your ass, but these pathetic sounds instantly break into a scream when Blade's dick ruthlessly, without any preparation, penetrates inside. He has always been so cruel and seems to be indifferent in his ugly love for you, allowing himself to use you solely for his own pleasure, not caring that he causes you more and more pain over and over again.

The feeling of two members settling into your insides is simply unbearable. You stagger on the verge of insanity when they both start moving in turn, not leaving you for a second free from the weight of their hard organs tearing you apart from the fusion of the feeling of hellish pain caused by Blade and the pleasure that Jing Yuan gives you, steadily pushing up towards your hips, while one of the his palms are persistently caressing your clitoris. Blade, on the other hand, seems to be less ruthless than usual, filling you deeply and roughly, but as if enjoying the feeling of the tightness of your walls, tightly contracting in painful spasms around his impressive girth.

One of Blade's palms rests on your ass, pressing even harder than Jing Yuan's hand, setting a faster pace to your movements.

— How impatient you are, Blade, — Jing Yuan coos into the warm skin of your neck, moving the palm resting on your thigh to Blade's fingers pressing into your elastic flesh.

— Idiot, stop groping me, — Blade growls again behind your back, pressing even harder on your delicate skin, it seems, instantly leaving bruises on it when you feel how their movements become more careless and energetic.

— But I love both of you!

You feel sick every time you hear any words of love from them. These people are not destined to ever understand true love. What they call love is nothing more than the ugly obsession of two sadists who torture you into unconsciousness every time one of them appears at the door of your room.

Your sobs gradually turn into stifled moans. No matter how much you want to feel disgust, it is drowned out by the treacherous pleasure spreading in the bottom of your stomach. Blade pulls your hair even tighter, forcing you to put your head on his shoulder while his hips meet your ass with loud pops. You can feel the heat coming from his sculpted abs and muscular chest, which meet your back whenever his cock returns to your insides. Hoarse moans and growls come out of his throat, stirring your eardrums.

Jing Yuan, on the other hand, behaves quite quietly, as if just enjoying the sounds of your and Blade's pleasure, trying to keep up with the pace set by the Stellaron Hunter. His lips roam over your skin, making their way from the bruises to your chest, where he stops to painfully squeeze one of your nipples between his teeth.

All this is so disgusting and just drives you crazy from the feelings of shame, self-loathing and fear that are tearing your heart out because your body really enjoys the violence that is being done to it. Their members synchronize at some point, making you scream from the way they seem to stimulate all the sensitive places in your insides when they meet each other through the wall separating them from each other. Your nails desperately dig into your own palms, tearing the skin to blood, but you are no longer able to feel this burning pain when your body is tormented by so many sensations that you are not able to cope with. The dimness of the room gradually swirls and fades before your eyes, and the sounds that uncontrollably fly out of your mouth subside when you feel a tight bubble exploding in the bottom of your stomach, scattering into tiny fragments that travel through every nerve in your body. You give up, you go limp, squeezed between two ruthless men who do not pay any attention to how consciousness leaves you, too keen on how your walls are clamped in a tight vice by their members when an orgasm crushes you. Your warm moisture streams onto Jing Yuan's embossed abs and chest, causing his body to shake in a guttural chuckle. Usually he needs more time or he just likes to stretch out the pleasure, but now he feels like his culmination is steadily approaching the bottom of his stomach, and he is unable, and has no desire to hinder it.

Blade feels the same way, spellbound, watching from under heavy eyelids for your extinct face resting on his shoulder. The sight of your impotence makes his massive cock throb and swell in your tight insides until, almost in unison, moans break from the lips of both men, marking the onset of their culmination. Your still-spasming walls are filled with portions of hot sperm, while Blade lowers his head on your shoulder, and Jing Yuan buries his forehead in your chest, catching his breath after a surprisingly intense orgasm.

The men remain motionless for a while, until Blade finally pulls his hand away from his thigh, irritably freeing himself from under the weight of Jing Yuan's palm and leaving your insides, allowing the sperm to vulgarly flow from your ass down the General's cock and his thighs still resting in your vagina. Jing Yuan picks up your body, gently emerging from under your bound hands and also slipping out of you, arranging your limp figure on the bed. The golden irises involuntarily glance over your vulnerable fragile body, stopping at your thighs, between which the pleasure fluids of all three of you have mixed.

— How wonderful. She's really made for both of us.

The General chastely removes the disheveled hair from your sweaty forehead, admiring your relaxed sleeping face. Blade is silent, taking one last look at you before grabbing his scattered belongings from the floor and leaving the room.

To your great regret, it seems that they both came to the same conclusion, although only Jing Yuan dared to voice it out loud, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek before untying the rope on your wrists and following Blade into the bathroom.

[jaded-jezz]

Your American.

My first Formula One Driver story!

Obviously had to do Logan as he is my favourite. And I want to pretend that he is going to be here next year! (James better watch out).

Please do not repost, reblogs are appreciated.

Logan Sargeant X F!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (mdni 18+), kinda sub Logan I guess, annoying coworker at start, timeskip, 2.3k words. First time writing smut so don’t tell me if it’s bad!

Leah please don’t read this

Logan’s been away from you for this amount of time before but he’s not normally this clingy when he comes back. His hand has been either linked with yours or on your hip the entire night. He only let go when you had to make a speech thanking your company for another successful year.

You are finally making your way out of the ceremony hall after many awards, speeches and long goodbyes. The music from the dance floor had slowly started to drown out due to the distance you had walked and the whispers from Logan in your ear.

“Hey Y/N, I missed you all night!” Jack, your colleague shouts. You and Logan sigh in sync. Jack is that guy at work who nobody likes yet he seems to think he’s the company favourite. Since the day you started your job, he’s never left you alone. Even after you and Logan went public he would still sit next to you and talk about himself every lunch break.

You think about speeding up but it’s very obvious the couple can hear him as the entrance hall is completely empty.

“Hi Jack.” You grimace and turn to him as Logan grips your waist harder. “We were just leaving, it’s getting quite late.”

“Without saying goodbye to me?” He pouts. I feel Logan shake as he tries to suppress a laugh due to the fact that there is a grown man pouting like a two year old in front of us. “Irish goodbyes are the quickest.” I respond as politely as possible, turning into Logan’s grasp hoping to leave.

“Well I actually needed to talk to you about your final hand in for the year… and by that I mean you need to do more” he laughs, as if it’s going to make everything ok.

“More? Mrs Randall said my work was fully complete and the best of the company. I’m not doing more unless she tells me!” I snap back just wanting to leave and relax with Logan due to the fact that it’s his winter break too.

“Yes, exactly the boss says yours is the best. So I need you to do mine! I’ll email it all over- oh actually I’ll just come over tomor-“

“No mate it’s our time off now.” Logan steps in realising how tired you are of Jack and his antics. “Cmon Y/N/N let’s go home.”

“You don’t have to listen to the American, be the independent woman that I know you are” Jack pokes, as if he’s trying to anger your boyfriend.

Yet that last remark is the final straw for you, you’d had enough.

You reach up to your American, grab him by the face and pull him into you. Your lips don’t have to fight for dominance as Logan knows you want to make Jack as uncomfortable as possible. If his eyes weren’t closed, they’d be rolling to the back of his head due to the pleasure that your possessiveness gave him.

Logan knew how annoying Jack was for you, and how often that you’d turned him down or made it obvious you were not interested so he’s never thought he’d be grateful for Jack’s perseverance (if you could even call it that). And, weirdly, in this moment he’s never loved kissing you more.

Quiet, desperate whimpers arise from the couple and Jack finally takes the hint and moves away, occasionally looking back hoping that you’d follow him still.

“Babe your anger is turning me on so much right now, can we go?” Logan pulls away, whispering quickly before being drawn back into your taste. You break apart giggling and gently push his face away from yours before he reconnects his hand around your waist and walks with you to the car park.

During the car ride back, you calm down listening to the soft radio and hearing murmurs of Logan talk about your actual work friends.

“Y/N are you there sweetheart?” Logan’s inquiry brings you back. His hand on your thigh brings a redness to your face, you’ve missed his touch. How can someone be so hot by just driving with one hand?

“Yes sorry, I was just trying to get over Jack being a dick.” You roll your eyes at the memory. “I mean seriously who does he think he is? I’m gonna write an email and-“

You are cut off by Logan gently turning your face towards his. The car had been parked in front of your home for a while but you hadn’t noticed due to your ranting. “Baby, I know how much you love to write emails but let’s forget about him until January yeah? Tonight I just wanna be with you and hear only positive things please.” His eyes soften as you relax into his palm.

After a quick peck, the blonde rushes out of the car to open your door before holding your hand all the way into the house. Once inside he carefully drops to his knees to remove your shoes and puts your bag on the side before standing up again.

The silence is thick with tension as you stare at each other, only a mere metre away, waiting to see who breaks first.

You both give up as you violently embrace each other in a sloppy make out session. Walking backwards, you drag Logan by the tie into your bedroom and push him onto the bed.

Logan wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you in between his thighs. He looks up at you through his eyelashes “Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” You try to wiggle out of his grasp in a blushing mess but he pulls tighter. “Everyday I am grateful to wake up knowing I am yours.”

He slowly rises, kissing up your arms, across your collarbones and to your neck finding that one spot that makes you whine for him. His hands make quick work of undoing your dress and he lets it drop to your ankles. Logan’s eyes rake up and down your body in a surprisingly wholesome way. You have never felt more loved than now. Even being basically naked here makes you feel warm.

“Logan…Please” you try to say in a demanding tone but Logan doesn’t notice as this is all it takes for the blonde’s lips to be back on yours, it feels like he’s trying to slowly consume you and you are already so far gone you might let him.

You claw at his shirt trying to pull it up and unbutton it, until he eventually helps. Running your fingertips up and down his abs, Logan lets out a breathy whine as your nails catch every so often. He grabs your hands to stop you and gently lets them drop as he removes his tie, giving you a look.

Without a second thought, you’ve tied his wrists above him on the headboard and you are straddling him, mouths reconnecting with no intentions of breathing at all.

“Use me,” Logan whispers.

It startles you. He’s never acted like this before. Sure you’ve been on top before but he was still kind of in charge. “Fuck out your anger sweetheart.” He looks into your eyes with full trust, confidence and honesty.

A wave of confidence floods your system as you start to grind down lightly on his crotch. A light gasp comes from the man as he already forgets about the tie and tries to grab your hips. You ignore his struggle and nip at his neck like he did to you only a few moments ago. Marking him more and more as you move down his chest.

You carry on your trail nipping and marking, kissing and licking until you reach his belt. You haven’t stopped grinding against his lap until now, you reach for his face. This time, the kiss you share is filled with love and passion. As you pull away Logan tries to follow, not wanting to leave your orbit but you push him down. “I love you Logan.” You say.

You hastily reach for his belt before looking up to see an impatient look grow in his green eyes, not wanting to tease either of you for any longer you finally undo his trousers.

You were surprised that either of you lasted this long tonight due to how much Logan had teased you before leaving the house.

*Four Hours Earlier*

“Logan are you dressed?” You ask before walking out of your room trying to find the blonde man.

“Damn!” You hear the American whistle behind you as you spin to see him lounged out on the sofa. “Yeah I’m dressed, but I wish you weren’t” he winked at you as he got up and made his way towards you.

“Is it ok? I have time to change!” You start to panic as you overthink your outfit. “No Y/N” Logan lunges towards you with a worried look “I meant you look hot,” He cups your face with one hand and grabs your palm with the other. “You look more than hot but I’m not really smart enough to think of any more words. You’ve actually left me speechless!”

You laugh together, holding hands, looking into each others eyes. You want to stay here forever but you both know that this end of year ceremony is important for both your team and yourself as you have been selected to win an award and make a speech.

Logan sees the realisation set in but knows exactly what to do to take your mind off of it. With one hand around your waist and the other still holding yours, he starts to sway you and hum. Very badly.

You screw up your face as you try to work out the song he is attempting but it makes him laugh and the humming is lost to his chuckles. “Your speech is both on your phone and printed in your bag. I also have a spare in my pocket. Please breathe Y/N, I can’t have you passing out before we get there!” He places a kiss to your temple as he pulls the printed copy from his pocket, placing it back and patting it for safekeeping.

*Now*

You sit bare and start to move back and forth on his hard cock while Logan writhes and moans above you, wordlessly begging for you to put him out of his misery. Your nails trace his abdomen and thighs again in a soothing manner before you sit above him to run his tip from your clit downwards. You sink onto him slowly, quick breaths and moans leave the pair as you grab at his hips and the bed sheets. Anything to keep you steady.

“You feel so good, Logan” you look into his eyes, you can see the lust pouring out of the green irises. “Don’t stop Y/N, I’ll do anything- just don’t stop.”

You can feel him getting close. You cant take it anymore, and you can tell that if you wait any longer- Logan will snap the headboard. So you hastily reach up and remove the tie from his wrists. You go to stroke the red marks in an apologetic way but Logan is too fast. He grabs your face and pulls you in for a passionate kiss before running his hands across your body pulling shivers from you previously missing his absence.

He holds your waist as you place your hands on his face and shoulders, bracing yourself. He bucks up into you creating a consistent rhythm bringing you closer and closer to the high you’ve been chasing.

“Y/N, baby, I’m so close. Please.” He whines into your neck before biting down at you again to attempt to conceal the uncontrollable noises.

“Let me hear you, honey, you’re being so good for me” You gently pull the hairs at the nape of his neck.

A wet line of unshed tears lines his eyes as he is pulled back. Tears of both pleasure and frustration as he just wants to release into you.

“Come.” You whisper into the air, so quietly you don’t know if your boyfriend has heard. But his actions speak louder than words as his hold on you tightens and his strokes become harder.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾༓･˚⁺‧͙

After a few moments of comforting silence, Logan moves you to lay on your back and he moves to hover over you. “Let me clean up the mess we made.” He says as he holds strong eye contact with you.

He lowers himself back down to your dripping pussy and gets to work. His tongue is pulling obscene noises from you as he slurps and strokes against your core, his nose occasionally bumping at your clit. Your hands reach for his hair and he knows you’re close once again.

His hand reaches up and two fingers are pushed into you, pumping as he continues to eat you out. Your breathing has quickend, your body is getting hotter and your ears are starting to ring as you get closer and closer to orgasming.

He desperately wants to taste you and his moans vibrate through you making you wetter at his begging.

With one final tug of his blonde strands, your back arches and you come with so much pleasure your vision only shows white.

Your eyes flutter shut from exhaustion and Logan slowly moves away and into the bathroom to retrieve a damp cloth to actually clean you. He pulls you in close under the covers of your bed and strokes your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you fall into deep sleep together.

My first F1 and smut wow

Requests are open as always and I will be making a list of who I write for being both drivers individually and different fandoms.

Please do not repost, reblogs are appreciated.

[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.

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[myblogforeverandalways]

𝘊𝘖𝘋 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵- 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵

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!!

[sturniolos-blog]

Mixed signals - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot ‼️

warnings: smut, p in v, swearing, kissing

(i know some of you said no but im petty soo im writing it for the people that want to read it)

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Sharing a house with 3 boys was exhausting, honestly it was crazy. But since they were your childhood bestfriends you let it slide.

“Chris, come clean up your trash!” I yelled as i wiped down the counters.

“It’s not mine!” Chris yells from his room.

“Chris, come clean it up!” I yell back, I know it’s him i watched him eat, i sigh, hearing footsteps come up behind me.

“God, finally what were you-” I turn around to see Matt.

He smiles, “I’ll do it, we both know he’s not gonna..” Matt says politely, cleaning up the burger king wrappers and soda cup and throwing it in the trash.

“Thanks, Matt.” I smile at him, throwing the dirty paper towel i used to wipe down the counters away now.

I roll my sleeves up to start washing the dishes, turning on the sink when i feel arms wrap around my waist. I smile slightly to myself as my hair gets pulled away while Matt gets access to my neck, kissing slightly, pressing up against me from behind.

I let out a sigh as i try to focus on washing the dishes.

“They leave the house soon, chris wanted to go shopping for some reason and nick said he needs new clothes anyway.” Matt mutters as he kisses below my ear.

I pick up a plate and scrub with a sponge, “Oh yeah? you’re not gonna go with them?” I asked.

Matt let out a hum that sounded like a no, “I told them I had a bad headache, so they’re going to take an uber, which means me and you get the whole house to ourselves.” He smirks against my neck, sucking softly.

“Sounds nice but todays cleaning day, bud.” I laugh.

Matt lets out a groan, “You can clean later, please. I’ve been thinking about you all day.. fuck how good you sound, how good you taste, i can’t take it, n/n.” He bites my neck softly.

I sigh, “Maybe later, Matt.”

I fell him smile against my neck, kissing softly before pulling away, “Thank you.”

I then hear another set of footsteps as i turn and see chris, “Okay fine i guess i’ll-” Chris started but stopped when he saw there was no trash.

“Y/n There’s nothing there! God you made me lose against nick.” Chris groans, running back to his room.

I hear Matt laugh,

I scoff, “Shut up.” I shake my head.

“Yes ma’m.” Matt lets out a chuckle.

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“Okay, we are leaving now!” I hear nick yell from the front door.

“Okay!” I yell back from my room. I was laying on my side on my phone, about to fall asleep as tiktok played.

I hear a specific pattern of knocks on my door, one matt and i made up for each other.

“Yes?” I say, my voice groggy.

I watch as Matt opens the door, smiling as he walks in, closing and locking it before walking over to the bed.

“Matt, i’m so tired and i know i said later but can we hold off-”

“I’ll do all the work.” He says quickly. I sigh, “Please, I’ll do all of it..” He sits down on my bed, his hand going to my waist and to the hem of my leggings.

“But-”

“Please?” He whispers. I let out another prolonged sigh, “I hate you.” I scoff.

“I know.” Matt smirks.

He leans down and kisses me, grabbing my phone that was still in my hand and putting it on my nightstand, our lips syncing together as he climbs on top of me,

one of his knees was in between mine and the other was on the outside of my left one,

He lifts my shirt up and pulls me to sit up as are lips stay connected, “Arms up.” He mumbles into the kiss, as i comply he takes my shirt off for me, throwing it somewhere in my room,

he lets out a hum into the kiss as he reaches behind me and unclasps my bra with one hand, “Fuck.” He whispers as he looks at my breasts, using one hand to massage one and latching his lips on the other,

I let out a whimper, bucking my hips up.

He noticed my whine and started to tug down my leggings, i lifted my hips up slightly to give him better access, he pulled my underwear off to, exposing my already wet slit, as he helped me get my leggings all the way off he kissed down my stomach, to my belly button, and to my clit.

I let out a hiss ass he placed a sloppy kiss on my bud, “Matt..” I whimpered.

He smirked at me before rising up and taking off his shirt, throwing it somewhere in my room also. He leans back down and my legs go over his arms as he wraps his arms around them, diving into my heat.

He licks and nibbles, making me moan out, moaning his name. My hands tug on his hair, “F-fuck, matt!” I moan out, my back arching,

“C-close!” I warn as his tongue speeds up, plunging in and out of my whole, his teeth still grazing my clit as i moan.

“I’m cumming!” I practically yell, my hips bucking into his face as he sucks up my orgasm, licking me clean as i gasp, my breaths slowing down.

Matt smirks and leans up, kissing my lips with his wet ones, making me taste myself.

“So good..” Matt mumbled against my lips,

He then takes off his jeans, showing his hard member.

He strikes it a few times, smearing the pre-cum over the tip, “You still on the pill?” He asks as he hovers over me.

I nod, “Y-yeah, please hurry up,” I whimper.

His hand goes up to my collarbone, practically holding me down, “I know, baby, i know.” He mutters as he rubs his tip up and down against my slit.

He slowly pushes in, making me let out a strain of a whimper.

“So tight, f-fuck so good.” He praises.

His thrusts speeds up as his soft hold on my neck stays there. “Oh my g- mm, fuck so good for me, all mine, g-fuck.” He groans, his groans are so hot.

I felt my orgasm start building again, “M-matt..” I whimpered, my hands going to his hair and tugging as he let out soft open mouth gasps.

“Y-yeah, i know, me too, so close fuck, let go for me baby, go ahead.” He gave me the okay to release, with a loud moan i released for the second time, clenching around him as he soon cummed in me too.

I milked his orgasm as he pumped in me a few more times, “Fuck, so good,” He moaned as he placed his head into the crook of my neck.

He pulls out and immediately starts to get his clothes back on, leaning down and kissing my cheek.

“Need anything?” He asked me as my breaths slowed down, he grabbed a towel from my bathroom and cleaned me up.

I muttered a thank you as he nodded and kissed my forehead now.

“Thanks, i needed that.” He said before leaving my room.

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changed to oneshot!!

[arieshjournalsstuff]

♡ Iwaizumi Hajime x reader smut ♡

No plot just pure smut because l've been having an Iwaizumi episode since yesterday...so MDNI and mature Iwa fans enjoy ♡

CW: no plot, nsfw, mdni, 18+, cursing, both struggling to cum ldk why but it's just hot, continuous writing, doesn't make sense cause l jump write only to tge good parts..so it's silly, not proof-read

It's no secret you wanted him inside you the moment Oikawa introduced you two. You were shy and uncoordinated and he was stern and unwavering. It was awkward at first but gradually smoothend out. You may have underestimated him at first, hyping yourself up into taking him. That was all prep talk before you actually felt his fat tip greet your tight entrance. Iwaizumi's dazed, loving eyes stare into yours as he slowly feeds his hard cock into your sopping hole. Damn, did it hurt like a motherfucker as your walls tightened around him. "That's it, your taking me so well" he says as he slides in more and more. It felt good to be here, like this. To be his and at his mercy. Iwaizumi let's out a deep satisfied moans as he starts to slowing move so as to get you accustomed to his size. His cock beautifully disappearing in your warm, moist gummy walls. Your driving him insane and his scared he'll ruin you if you utter a single moan from this. Just when you thought you wouldn't get used to his massive size you felt him hit the one spot that made you see stars. "Fuck...Iwa" you moaned out from that sharp sense of pleasure, your head thrown back as your mouth gaps wide. That was Iwaizumi’s chance to abuse your spot, delivering slow and hard deliberate thrusts. His hips grind so well into yours, his large hands gripping the flesh underneath your thighs as he angled your knees up against his torso, leaving only your ass cheeks to support you underneath. You desperately wrap you hand around hid neck, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows from how your warm walls clench around him. The position allowed for a deeper penetrative which both of you deeply found satisfying. The room filled with your synced unholy moans, the sound of flesh meeting and the squelch of both your sex mingling. It continued for a while - rough, calculated thrusts that were sure to rip an orgasm but somehow you struggled to tip over. Both of you. You felt something missing. That's when Iwaizumi stopped thrusting as if switching over to cockwarming. "Fuck, it's just not right" he hissed.l and panted.

Your painted nails cupped his cheeks as he huffed. "I...I wanna fuck you right"

With that your lips latched onto his pulling him into a passionate kiss. He loved how you owned him by a mere kiss. "Mhm....ah you taste so good" you moan in his mouth as Iwa now feeds you his tongue. His fingers gently hold your chin as his mouth forcefully parts yours. His tongue forcefully dominating yours . Iwa wanted to devour every part of your red cherry lipstick. He pulls away and carries you to the bed. Gently setting you down before he parts your legs and thrusts like your nothing to him. It wasn't long until your orgasm ripped through you so hard you definitely shed tears. You chanted his name as his hot milk filled you up. "You like it when l fill you up huh?"

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Thoughts and comments are greatly appreciated even in my inbox

[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

[astoldbyaja]

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

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 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 intimate 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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I NEED I PLEAD AND BEG FOR MORE CUTE BEOMGYU SMUT🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

beomgyu meets the parents (s)(f)

a/n : hehe because you asked so nicely!! also, i deeply apologize for not posting in a while. i have a couple of drafts done with but not happy with, and i really want to write something good for you all!! thank you for all the love too<3 and while we wait here you go!

warnings : meeting the parents (mom and dad), blow job

paring : sub!beomgyu x gn!reader

wc : 0.8k

your relationship with beomgyu picked up faster than you expected. not because you were rushing, but because it felt easy. when you began to label your feelings, you felt as if you were meant to be.

your friends were surprised about how quickly you both were compelled open to each other. when you mentioned beomgyu to your mom, she was jumping up and down with happiness since her child had finally committed to a romantic relationship.

when you were both cramming late at night studying, beomgyu was laying on your stomach as he re-read his philosophy essay out loud. the way beomgyu’s eyes carefully scanned each word to spot any grammatical errors, his perfect pouty bottom lip caught between his teeth becoming a light pink, and the warmth he was giving made you pop out a question without thinking.

“do you want to meet my parents?”

now it’s the weekend, and you were both driving to stay the night at your childhood home. the weather was nice and calm, perfect for rolling the windows down and listening to music. beomgyu’s slim hands stayed on top of your thigh as you directed him where to go, and cheerfully showed him your favorite spots as a kid.

but you weren’t surprised when beomgyu parked the car infront of your home and didn’t want to get out.

“gyu i can confirm that they already love you!” you held his hand as he nervously exhaled. “but what if i say something stupid? what if they think i’m no good for you?” he finally meets your eyes and his sad expression makes your heart crumble.

“do you think i’d listen to them if they don't like you baby?” you reached your hands to cup his face. beomgyu slowly shakes his head. “exactly. i promise, they know that you’re the perfect boy for me, okay?” you reach out your pinky finger like a little kid.

beomgyu doesn’t miss a second and intertwines his pinky with yours, as you both kiss your thumbs in sync.

and you were correct. beomgyu had been so stressed for nothing. your family loved him before tonight, and getting to know his bubbly personality made their love grow even more. your dad even pulled him aside to give him a manly handshake as your mom hurried you both to bed with comforting hugs.

the whole night was intimate, although you wanted to verbally shout how happy you were, you began to quietly observe instead. your eyes followed beomgyu as he took in your childhood bedroom as you changed into one of his shirts. he looked like he belonged, like he had been in this room first hand and was there for many of your core memories.

you came up behind him as he looked at your old posters, wrapping your hands around his waist.

“thank you.” you laid your head sideways on his back and felt a chuckle erupt in his chest. “for what?” he simply asked.

“for coming.” you stood there taking his soft scent in while beomgyu’s hand crawled on top of yours.

beomgyu turns around swiftly and looks down at you for a beat, before coming down and kissing your forehead. when he’s done, he moves on to peck your nose, then your cheek, and then pauses as he hovers over your lips.

the room is still and quiet. “gyu.” you whisper, and finally he interlocks your lips. unlike the many make out sessions you’ve had with your boyfriend, this felt like no other. the taste and desire in both your tongues was different, you could tell that you were both hungry for more.

beomgyu quietly groaned against your lips and you pulled apart. “shh, you just made a good impression baby, don’t want to ruin it, right?” beomgyu quickly nods his head and watches you pull his sweats down.

his bulge was pulsating beneath his boxers as you sank down on your knees and helped him out. “you have to be quiet for me gyu.” you give his tip kitten licks as you taste his salty pre cum on your tongue, looking up from your lashes under him innocently. “mhm. i’ll be the quietest for you.” his voice is strained and sounds choked.

it took you a while to get used to his size in your mouth, but you’ve mastered making him feel good with your tongue. swiping under his length and hollowing your cheeks around him made beomgyu slap his mouth with his hand and his hot cum slide down your throat.

you got up from your knees as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, pressing a chaste kiss on beomgyu’s perfect lips. he panted as he saw the small tears of pain drip down from the corner of your eyes, swiping them away and kissing your forehead.

“i love you, y/n.” he crashes his sweaty forehead against yours and places his hands on your waist.

“i love you too, beomgyu.”

also want to say ty for all the love and support for my writings!!! truly makes my heart gush in the best way possible, ily!!