#my writing: threesomes

[disgracefulthings]

AU where Luo Binghe is actually Shang Qinghua's son. Shang Qinghua has a one night stand with hot demon lord Tianlang-Jun, and the system decides to change up the story to make Shang Qinghua pregnant with the protagonist. Because of this Tianlang-Jun eventually ends up with Su Xiyan, who does not die this time because she isn't pregnant. (She and Shang Qinghua can become friends and does not mind that he is carrying her lover's child). Eventually Mobei-Jun comes into the picture, upset that his servant has been seeing other demons (Shang Qinghua has to reassure him that he's still completely loyal to Mobei-Jun, it's just Tianlang-Jun is really good at the sex. For some reason this does not make things better). Mobei-Jun decides to be the best step dad and tries to out dad Tianlang-Jun (and hints how he could totally be a better lover than he was).

Meanwhile Shang Qinghua tries to avoid the death flags that comes with being the protagonist's mother, and it eventually comes to him being kidnapped by the Hua Huan Palace Master, but he is saved by his new family, Mobei-Jun+Tianlang-Jun+Su Xiyan, and maybe some of his sect siblings because they've learned to appreciate him (and maybe they're a little afraid that the sect might fall apart without him)

And they all live happily ever after!

(Years down the line when Luo Binghe is an adult, and the system decides to spit out Shen Yuan who is very confused with what happened with PIDW. Shang Qinghua is fine with his son falling in love with his favorite anti-fan because he knows no one will love him more than peerless cucumber does)

[lilacxquartz]

Roommates | One Shot

Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto [MMF]

ABOUT: You’re late on rent again and rather than evicting you, your roommates figure out a different way to make you pay.

TAGS/THEMES: Roommates AU, threesomes, dubious consent, one shot smut, doggy style, blowjobs, sexual coercion (to keep the rent free), kissing, 18+.

Final warning for dubcon, the reader is implied into it but the consent isn’t made clear.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

You were late on rent again.

A couple months ago you had the excuse that you lost your job so you were short on your share, last month you missed it entirely.

This month you still didn’t have anything and your bank account was running dry, finding absolutely zero luck on the search—living frugally as a result.

Satoru always collected rent in the middle of the month as he was the one who owned the unit. His friend Suguru, lived in an adjacent room to his while you took the smaller room opposite.

Living with two men had certainly been an experience, but they both for the most part kept to themselves and would never bother you, but then you lost your job and your presence became more of a nuisance than just being someone in the background of their lives.

”Again?” Satoru asked as he maintained a friendly albeit strained smile, his tone not quite a whine but you could tell he wasn’t pleased either.

“I-I’ve been trying, but it’s so difficult to find work right now,” you replied, even though that excuse was starting to get stale; it was the truth, but the truth didn’t fill your pockets and that much was a problem.

His demeanour tightened as he struggled to remain polite; you knew that money wasn’t an issue for him and he could afford the entire place alone if he had to, but at the same time you could see where he was coming from.

He wasn’t usually so serious, but he did what he had to do when he needed to. The Satoru you would usually see, so carefree and vibrant, stifled down due to your own misfortune.

Suguru in the midst of this ate breakfast in utter silence as he watched the entire thing unfold from the kitchen table. You would meet his gaze every now and then by accident as he would then try to avoid you, staying quiet as he tried to eat through his good friend doing his best not to scold you.

You mustered up the courage and swallowed away the last of your dignity once more, surrendering to asking for one final chance.

“I know that it’s a lot to ask, but can you please… please give me just a little bit more time?”

His icy blue eyes flashed over your body for a moment, his body language thawing as a new idea came to mind. Instead of going back on forth with you on the topic, he took a deep breath and removed himself from your company momentarily.

His smile grew curt, laced with unreadable intent, “One moment.”

You sat yourself down on the arm rest of the sofa, watching as Satoru went off to whisper something off to Suguru. You considered genuinely just moving back home rather than bothering him further, the other prospect of couch surfing seeming daunting.

Every now and then you’d glance back to the kitchenette from the open plan area, watching as Satoru planned something with Suguru. Their expressions were a little too casual for it to have been something serious and your stomach coiled at the possibility of mockery.

Suguru seemed hesitant about something as his dark eyes landed on you every now and then, his gaze meeting with yours and then disconnecting. Satoru continued to dispense his trademark smile, eyeing you up and down from head to toe, settling on some type of resolution.

The two men then approached you, planting an an uncertain sort of feeling in your gut—your instinct begging for you to choose flight as they both closed in.

“It’s your lucky day,” Satoru announced, his voice suddenly playful and teasing, “rent’s on the house.”

There was definitely a catch.

You stood up and took a step back, “Why…?”

He took a step forward, following you in your tracks as he cornered you.

“You’re gonna do something for us, that’s why,” he added, his words doing nothing to settle your quickly building unease.

“Do what?” you dared to ask.

“You’re a smart girl, [name],” Satoru purred, “you can figure it out, can’t you?”

You weren’t an idiot; you could put two and two together to understand exactly what it was that he was implying—rent was on the house and you weren’t a total prude, understanding that he wanted you to pay your dues with a favour instead.

You just didn’t think it would ever come to something like this. How humiliating, almost.

It was the fact that Suguru seemed to be involved too that further worsened your feelings on the issue. You were already barely into the idea of trading sex for a place to stay, but you now had the influence of two slowly approaching guys who had a different sort of idea of what to do with you.

As you pondered all of the possibilities, you found yourself so distracted that you didn’t even have time to react properly—wait.

Satoru already gave into his building curiousity with you; his wandering fingers pinched at the hem of your top, rolling up the fabric to reveal your bare stomach—your arms protested by anchoring down, but his strength relented and he pulled it off of you completely.

His cruising pursuit moved towards your shorts next, revealing the finishing piece for your bra’s matching set—how cruel it was of such fate to align on a day when you’d be wearing such a thing; both of their eyes shining with a delighted glint.

You blushed as you scrambled to cover up, your cheeks burning cherry red as your temperature turned feverish from the events that quickly unfolded.

“You look so cute when you’re all embarrassed like that,” Satoru commented as he flashed you a cheeky grin, his frosted lashes fluttering as he continued to stare at your now exposed skin.

He slipped right behind you, pulling you into his chest—his arms wrapped around your stomach, his cock pitching against his trousers, feeling his hardness pressing against your back; he wanted you so much, so soon. His lips sank as he nibbled against your neck, leaving behind rosy love bites from suckled flesh.

“Can you feel how hard you’re making me, [name]?” Satoru asked as he continued to grind—you didn’t dare reply, your voice caught in the back of your throat whenever you’d try.

Suguru moved closer at this point too, finally giving into his own thoughts within the company of your exposed form. His dark eyes brightened as he glossed his gaze over your frame, reeling his focus back onto your chest—curious hands unable to resist a feel for a second longer.

His fingertips would then trace towards your upper body, finally parking at your jaw as his fingers settled on a pinch against your chin; he wanted to keep your sights pointed towards him and him alone.

Suguru then lowered his lips to meet with yours, his tongue slowly pushing into your mouth as the wet fleshy muscle wrestled with your own to keep you subdued, pulling strands of webbing saliva back as he disconnected the kiss, just as though to take in his sight of you before going any further.

He took a step forward with intentional purpose and drive, you stepped back as he herded you, finding yourself perfectly sandwiched in between both Satoru and Suguru with absolutely zero wiggle room to spare.

It was then that Satoru once again didn’t give you any room to think as his hands brushed around your waist; greedy hands palmed around your hips before retreating to to the base of your shoulders, pushing you down to assume an entirely different position as your body listened.

Before you even had a chance to react even further, you were on your hands and knees before them both. Your knobbly joints tanking the pressure from the wooden floor, a sensation slightly painful as it rubbed you raw.

Through it, you felt some type of deeply rooted shame as you didn’t even protest, instead accepting the pursuit—you liked this, not quite knowing nor understanding why; feeling so wanted, so desired by both of them at the same time.

Satoru’s trousers fell to his knees as he too surrendered to the floor, his sweatpants gathering by your legs as moved closer in. You felt the tip of his length tease you as he prodded against your opening before sliding into you with such welcomed ease; your pussy already soaked and taking him in without a single hint of a struggle.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you, [name]?” Satoru couldn’t help but tease, “—you’re so wet for me already~!”

Your breath hitched as you once again couldn’t reply, instead eliciting a rushed gasp as he rammed the rest of his cock into your gushing heat, filling the otherwise silent room with the sounds of smacking pleasure as his rhythm quickly surrendered to something hurried, rather than taking the time to savour you.

Suguru was next; his face continuing to focus on yours as he looked down, towering himself above you. He slowly lowered himself to his knees too, succumbing to a certain type of idea that he had in mind.

“Your eyes are so pretty,” he spoke, tweezing his fingertips to turn your chin to face him once again, “can you keep looking at me?”

You obeyed as you felt pulled in by his voice, focusing your sights on his eyes as his own hands trailed elsewhere, eager to give you a taste of himself.

Suguru aligned himself with your lips, teasing his tip as he slowly pushed himself in and filled out the rest of your mouth—you took him in so well as he continued to pack his meat inside.

He moved himself further in as he bucked at your skull with his length, delighted by the noises you made as you struggled to take him in. He relented regardless as searched for your throat, his hands weaving through your hair, brushing away stray strands to keep looking at your pretty face.

Satoru at the same time continued to pound into your pussy from behind, his hips slamming against your ass, fingernails sinking into your bruised flesh. Your ass rippled as his pursuit continued, palms hitting your cheeks causing your eyes to water while you gagged on Suguru in the meanwhile.

Struggling to maintain your balance, Suguru lifted you by your arms to keep you right where he wanted you; continuing to slide his meat into your throat, finding an almost sadistic joy in how you reacted.

High pitched whines and breathy moans harmonising with their own grunting pleasure.

His demanding gaze narrowed, his lips trembling as he succumbed to a desperate chant, “eyes on me, eyes on me—“

Satoru seemed to be close to the edge of climax as his thrusting reached relentless pace, his grip against your once blank flesh now canvassed blotched watercolour markings all around your thighs, leaving behind signatures of bloodied etching from such passionate consequence.

He groaned as he half moaned your name; his hold tightening as your own cries meshed with both pleasure and pain—he drilled into you with such anticipated drive before delivering one final pump, milking himself dry into your sopping warmth, before finally pulling out, gasping and entirely spent.

It didn’t take long for Suguru to catch up next as you adhered to his wishes quite well, taking him in like such a good girl—sucking on him as your cheeks clenched, sending him to places he could only dream to go, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat as he continued to fuck your mouth the best that he could.

His release was sudden, emptying thick loads of a hot mess that pooled in your mouth, trailing against your chin as he finally pulled out—his eyes laced with utter affection.

You succumbed to the floor as Satoru pulled you closer, eager to help you recover, Suguru sat close by as he too, surrendered to creeping exhaustion.

Neither one of them could let you go, at least not yet.

“Now, wasn’t that fun, [name]?” Satoru asked as he brushed his hands along your legs, feeling tempted by a second round. “Maybe you should skip next month’s rent too?”

You didn’t reply yet again, but both your expression and flushed complexion along with your relaxed form all pointed to a definite yes—the feeling so wrong, so right, something you wouldn’t quite mind to revisit again and again.

“You should,” Suguru encouraged as he moved closer next to you, “I’d love to see more of those pretty eyes.”

As you settled into an exhausted stupor, wedged between them both, you couldn’t deny that you loved that idea.

So maybe, you shouldn’t rush in finding a job after all.

[kurosaki-no-tsuki]

Lights Off Chapter Two: Never Satisfied

edit by naru-nisa on Deviantart The second chapter of Lights Off is finally out! Don't look at how long it's been since the first chapter. That doesn't matter :)

Summary: Grimmjow Jeagerjaques is just not cut out for an office job. No former boxing champion should ever be expected to pick up such menial work, anyway.

After signing up to a new gym in a desperate attempt to vent his frustrations, he soon finds plenty of other ways to relieve his pent-up stress. Particularly in the form of a mouthy, orange-haired punk and his equally feisty girlfriend. Modern/Human!AU. For Day 1 of GrimmIchiRuki Weekend.

Rating: Explicit

Ships: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Kurosaki Ichigo, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Kuchiki Rukia, Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Human, Boxing & Fisticuffs, Blood and Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Gym Sex, Public Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Bisexual Male Character, Both Grimmjow and Ichigo are bi okay, Polyamory Negotiations, Double Penetration, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, Overstimulation, Aftercare

Read on AO3 here!

[walkingstackofbooks]

Sisko/Garak/Bashir where sometimes Ben's got two subs and sometimes Julian's got two Doms (and a lot of the time it's a much greyer line than that).

I really like the idea of scenes where Ben makes Garak dom for Julian. Imagine Julian being into kinks that Ben's not comfortable doing, and so he orders Garak to do them for him instead.

And also, I can imagine that initially Garak is unsure in himself about whether he can provide the necessary aftercare, which is something that Ben is eager and happy to give. And so it helps Garak relax more on occasions where he wants to enjoy his sadistic side, because he doesn't have to worry about overdoing it, he knows he has oversight and is in fact doing it because both his partners want it from him.

[taniushka12]

Thinking again abt my silly barry/zane concept where zane yoinks him into the dark place to help him produce nightless night and barry is just having a fun kinda bizarre time in this pseudo dream nightmare with this stupid sexy pseudo alan until they sit down at the theater to watch the movie and he's like hey. Hey. What the actual Fuck is this

[magpiepills]

WIP WEDNESDAY ON AN ACTUAL WEDNESDAY

Ok, I’ve been on a little bit of a tear with this idea. I’ve been working for two days at it, cackling maniacally, looking around to make sure no one can see the absolute filth I am typing on my phone, sending horny messages to some likeminded outpatients. I’m giddy over it. It is just zero plot pornography.

Hope you like lesbians!

“I thought you didn’t like girls,” she teased, breaking away from your kiss, making you blush. When her fingers found the slick seeping from your eager pussy, she laughed. “I think maybe you do like girls a little bit.” She swept two fingers up and down, gathering what you leaked onto her fingers before bringing them to your lips for you to taste, then sucking them clean herself.

And don’t worry. This isn’t just “lesbian seduces a “straight” girl.” Oh no. There’s a special guest. He will be along shortly. Of course it’s Joel. Of course they’re in the QZ.

If I can focus, I think I can probably post it tonight.

Thanks for the tag, @strang3lov3 . If I don’t get anything done it’s Uncle Ezra’s fault.

I forgot to tag folks. Ope. @whocaresstillthelouvre @schnarfer @arcanefox207 @604to647 @sin-djarin

[fistfuloflightning]

Lan Sizhui’s words are terrifying. Don’t move, don’t make a sound, I’ll be back when it’s over. And they’ve always been black for as long as he can remember. The other disciples his age have their soulmate’s last words in shades of skintone not their own, like delicately crafted scars that are easy to overlook. Warm and alive and welcoming. But his are black.

He’s eighteen when they change. He’s never heard of soulmate marks changing—fading to grey if the dead was brought back as a fierce corpse, but never changed. Like he was given a second chance—or the other was. But the black thaws to a shade paler than his own skin, the characters red and raw looking. Like they’d been cut into his arm. Like they were never meant to be there. I’ll be here when you wake, A’Yuan.

And those words terrify him even more.

Because apparently he’s fated to keep losing them, over and over again. He has no memory of the first, and his father cannot or will not answer when he asks.

And so Lan Sizhui waits for the day he loses everything all over again.

[persicipen-archive]

thankfully, i need a bit more official characterisation in amphoreus for a longer fic, so i can brew this idea for a while longer in peace and have it ready for the new blog muhehe