#rip bc i haven’t written a smut in so long and that’s what i was largely used to writing

[my-blooming-darling]

Probably gonna hold off on writing smut for a while seeing as not many people enjoy it anymore 😐

[daisynik7]

Make Me Sweat

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~2.5k

cw: written with a curvy reader in mind, canon-divergent (post-Shibuya but a happy one), all characters are 18+, explicit language, smut – cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, spit play, PIV sex (cowgirl position, mating press), breeding kink, praise kink, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, good girl), creampie 

Summary: With the start of the new year, you make it one of your resolutions to become more active. You begin at your apartment's fitness center, where you run into your muscle head, loud-mouth next-door neighbor, Aoi Todo. He offers his gratuitous advice, annoying you at first. But when he suggests a particular kind of workout, it piques your interest enough that you can't refuse.

Author’s Note: I used metric units (kg) to describe the weights. Also, I am no expert in lifting so please take all of this with a grain of salt LOL. I just know that canonically, these characters are fucking STRONG. I stopped with the tag list on this one bc technically this was a bonus fic and I wasn't sure if anyone wanted to be tagged in these. With that, please enjoy some shameless smut about our favorite JJK himbo! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

part 6 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

When you said you wanted to start exercising more, you weren’t expecting this: being bounced up and down your next-door neighbor’s impressively huge cock. Yet, here you are, getting pounded with your ass slapping lewdly on his thighs. His big hands dig into the sides of your belly, his lips on the skin of your neck, voice gruff and husky.  “Told you, didn’t I?” 

Let’s rewind to a few hours earlier.

You haven’t been prioritizing yourself lately; your obligations during the day drain all the energy from you and your bed is always so enticing for a nap. When the new year approaches, you make it one of your resolutions to be more active. The gym in your apartment complex is finally open after being renovated the past three months and now, there’s really no excuses when the opportunity is just five floors below you. Your forego your usual nap and suit up in your favorite workout clothes, heading down the elevator to the fitness center. 

Luckily, it isn’t crowded; the only other people inside are Aoi Todo, your neighbor, and his pink-haired buddy, Yuji. They’re both at the weights section, Yuji doing squats with the barbell while Todo spots him, yelling at him encouragingly. “Come on, brother. Hold it, hold it! You got this!”

Yuji grunts, holding the deadlift for as long as possible, eventually dropping it to the floor with a loud thud. Todo claps emphatically, beaming at him. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

You smile to yourself, amused at Todo’s contagious enthusiasm. When he notices you, he gives you a nod, which you return, slightly embarrassed for being caught watching. 

Have you mentioned yet how fucking ripped he is? Today, he wears a loose tank, arm holes cut low to show off his extraordinary physique. Arms bulging with muscles, an incredibly large chest, a well-defined eight-pack. He’s built like a Spartan warrior, ready for battle, destined for victory. It’s impossible to ignore a body like his, even more impossible to ignore his eccentric attitude, which gets on your nerves when you have to listen to his noisy demeanor on the opposite side of the wall. 

The cardio section is on the other side of room, so you make your way to one of the treadmills, setting the level to a walking pace for a quick warm-up. Before you put your headphones in to listen to music, you eavesdrop of their conversation, observing them from your peripheral. 

“Good shit, brother,” Todo says, massaging his shoulders affectionately.

Yuji scratches his head, grinning. “Still got work to do to match my PR. After Shibuya, my strength hasn’t been the same.”

“You’re still the strongest fucker I know. Besides me, of course,” Todo adds, chuckling. “Spot me before you go.” 

They replace the already notable weights with what you suspect are heavier ones. Yuji whistles through his teeth. “300. You’re losing your touch, don’t you think?” he teases, nudging him in the ribs.

Todo digs into a container of powdered chalk, coating his fingers with it. “I’m taking it easy today. Don’t want to over-exert myself in case something exciting happens later.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He grabs on to the barbell, smirking. “I don’t know yet. We’ll see.” Maybe it’s your imagination, but you can almost swear that his eyes meet yours for a split second in the reflection of the mirror. 

You continue to observe as Todo easily deadlifts 300 kg, as if it weighs nothing to him, repeating this ten times without breaking a sweat.

Yuji laughs, helping him rerack. “That’s crazy.”

Todo pats his back. “You’ll get there soon, brother. Once you’re fully recovered, you’ll be lifting more than me, I’ll make sure of that.” His unwavering support is actually endearing. Sure, he can be obnoxious, but this side of him is charming. 

Unfortunately, this sentiment doesn’t last long. Once Yuji leaves, Todo decides to choose the treadmill right beside you, purposefully neglecting the surrounding unoccupied cardio machines. You’re still at a walking pace, eyeing him suspiciously as he stands there, blatantly watching you with a cocky grin. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Avoiding his gaze, staring at the console in front of you, you mutter, “Excuse me, but I’m trying to focus here.”

“Focus on what? Walking?” he scoffs, leaning on the handrail nearest to you. “You’re not going to get far if you keep going at a snail’s pace.”

You roll your eyes, finally looking at him. “So what do you suggest, Oh-Wise-One?”

It’s meant to be sarcastic, but of course, he thinks you’re genuinely asking. “You’ve got to alternate between high intensity and low intensity. Sprint for thirty seconds, then walk for a minute to cool off. Then repeat. Simple as that.”

As much as you appreciate the gratuitous advice, you’re already familiar with high intensity interval training. You’re just nervous to actually do it, not confident in your running abilities. “I’m not a good runner,” you admit. 

“I’m sure that’s not true. Come on, show me what you got.” He crosses his arms over his pecs, waiting. 

Deciding it’s better to relent to him rather than argue, you brace yourself, upping the speed so that you’re doing an easy jog. 

“You can do better than that!” he hollers, reaching for the controls to increase the level, making the track move faster and faster. You’re sprinting full speed now, lasting about thirty seconds before you swat him away, tugging at the emergency shut off cord to stop it. 

You catch your breath, glaring at him, sweat starting to bead on your forehead. "What the fuck, are you trying to kill me?!"

He’s unfazed by your outburst and oblivious to the asshole move he made. “Don’t be so dramatic. You did great. You have really nice form.”

You don’t let his compliments dissuade you from being angry at him. “You can’t just do that without any warning. I’m still getting used to all this.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I won’t do that again.” He watches you take long sips from your water bottle, scanning your figure up and down. A coy smirk spreads across his face. "You know, if running ain't your thing, there are other workouts we can try that might suit you better."

You continue to drink, gradually regaining your composure. "Like what?"

He leans in close to you, breath hot on your ear. "Sex."

You choke on your water, using your towel to wipe the mess. Ready to give him an earful, he hops off the track, walking towards the exit. "If you want to work up a real sweat, you know where to find me. I promise to make it worth your while.”

And with that, he's gone, leaving you speechless. And intrigued. 

~~~

After dinner, you take a long shower, Todo’s unconventional suggestion replaying continuously in your mind. You’re almost certain it’s a ridiculous joke, though the more you analyze it, the less ridiculous it seems. In fact, by the time you’re drying off in front of the mirror, checking your reflection carefully, you’re seriously considering it. You’re not particularly tired from earlier, so maybe you have room for one more workout. And hey, if the offer still stands, why not take it?

You slide into a different pair of leggings, one that shows off your curves, and slip on a t-shirt, fulling prepared to exercise. In your running shoes, you walk the few steps next door and knock twice. When he doesn’t answer within the first ten seconds, panic sets in and you’re tempted to turn on your heel to retreat. Before you can, the door swings open and you’re greeted by Todo’s bare bust. He smirks, not at all surprised to see you standing in front of him. “Hey.”

Swallowing the thick saliva gathering on your tongue, you let out a meek, “Hello.” His enormous frame towers over you and you can’t help but salivate at the sight of him. You always assumed he’d be the type of guy to walk around shirtless in his apartment. Not that you’re complaining.

He beckons you inside, closing and locking the door shut behind him. “Can’t stop thinking about it, huh?”

You roll your eyes at him, cracking a smile simultaneously. “Well, it’d be rude to turn down such a generous offer, right?”

He lets out a small laugh, stepping towards you, gripping at your hips to pull you into him. “I knew you were a smart girl.”

You’ve severely underestimated how much bigger he is than you until this moment, as you peer up at him eagerly. “Todo.”

He bows his head down, mouth grazing your ear. “Aoi.”

“Aoi,” you repeat, breath hitching. 

“Good girl,” he praises, making you shudder with anticipation. “Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You paw at his chest, admiring his sculpted muscles, pressing your fingers into them without even making a dent. “I want you to give me that workout you promised me.”

“Yeah?” he croons, his noticeable erection strained in his sweatpants. “You want this fat fucking cock, don’t you?”

He’s as vulgar as you imagined he’d be and it only spurs you on. You link your arms around his neck, on your tippy-toes to meet him for a kiss. Instead, he hoists you up, holding you with his hands below your ass, your legs wrapped around his waist. His boner throbs as you buck your hips on him, desperate for friction on your aching clit. “You feel it, don’t you?” he purrs, grinding you against him. “That’s all for you.”

He carries you into the bedroom, kissing you sloppily with his massive tongue invading your mouth. When he can’t take it anymore, he tosses you onto the mattress, stripping his clothes off swiftly, you doing the same. He crawls on top of you, ogling your naked body, a lustful gleam in his expression. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“You’re so fucking big,” you blurt out in response, not knowing a better word to describe him. Because everywhere you look, Aoi Todo is big. Big biceps, a tremendous torso, a huge fucking cock ready to fill you the fuck up. You spread your legs open for him, practically begging for him to fuck you. 

“Look at this perfect pussy,” he coos, face inching closer to your cunt. He hocks a thick wad of spit directly onto your clit, smearing it with his tongue. “So wet for me.”

You squirm beneath him, unable to control yourself. “Fuck, Aoi,” you swear, toes already curling from the sensation. 

“I’m going to make you come first. Make this pussy extra creamy for my dick. Is that okay, sweetheart?” He massages circles into your clit with his thumb, looking up at you from between your thighs. 

“Yes,” you whine, trembling with arousal.  

“Good girl,” he says again, and you realize how fucking sexy it is when he praises you like this. “Can I finger you too?” 

“Oh god, yes,” you moan, growing impatient, needy for whatever he’s willing to offer you. 

With his lips latched to your clit, he teases your entrance with his middle finger, slowly sliding deeper until he bottoms out. He adds another digit, pumping inside you while he sucks on your bud, tongue swirling around it. You rock your hips against his face, greedy for more. Todo hums, encouraging you, the vibrations spurring you on until it’s too much. You come for him after a few more strokes, gushing all over his face. You reach down to grab his hair, trying to pry him off you, but he’s obviously way stronger and more resilient. “One more,” he muffles, chin shiny with your slick, his tongue flicking your clit. “For me.” He flashes you a cocky smirk that makes him even more impossible to deny.

You throw your head back into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, hazy-eyed from the pleasure. The squelch of his fingers in and out of your wet cunt is obscene, combined with the shameless moans pouring out of you. After your second climax, or maybe it’s the third (you’ve lost count), he finally eases off you, slurping his digits clean to swallow up your juices. “You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.” He strokes his cock in his fist, tapping the glistening head on your swollen clit. “It’s going to feel fucking amazing.”

You hum, the only response you can muster in this fucked-out state. 

“How do you want it, sweetie?” He lifts you off the bed, having you straddle his lap. “You want to ride me?” 

You nod, resting your head on his shoulder, yearning for anything. “Yes.”

“Fuck yeah,” he growls, slapping your ass before guiding his cock into your slippery cunt. You gasp, astonished by the extraordinary girth of him filling you up to the hilt. “You’re swallowing me up.” He spreads your cheeks apart, squeezing your ass in his grip. “That’s my girl.”

You gaze at him, pressing your forehead to his, sticky with sweat. “Fuck me,” you whimper, kissing him fiercely, completely enraptured by him.

He does, bouncing you on his lap, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you’re unraveling for him once more. “Told you, didn’t I? Told you I’d make it worth your while.”

Whatever semblance of rationale you had is gone. All you can think of is Todo’s manhandling you like a fucking rag doll, pliable and yielding to his every touch. Before you reconsider it, you spout the words, “Breed me,” wishing nothing more but to have his hot load leaking out of your cunt.

As if he wasn’t already feral enough, he most certainly is now, planting his feet on the bed to fuck up into you faster and harder. “That’s what you really want? You want my fucking seed in you? Oh fuck. I’ll give it to you, then. I’ll give it to you so fucking good.”

It happens quickly; you’re on your back again, folded nearly in half, knees to your chest, Todo fucking you in a mating press like his goddamn life depends on it. The mattress creaks noisily with each savage thrust he delivers. Sweat drips from his face onto yours as you kiss each other passionately, his massive body surrounding you as he floods your womb with his cum. “Fuck, milk it all out of me baby. That’s it. That’s my girl.”

You stay like this for a moment, allowing yourselves to catch you breaths and cool down. This really was a workout. Todo takes his time, reluctantly pulling out and watching his cum ooze out of you. 

“I can’t believe we did that,” you sigh, hiding your face in the pillow.

He gets comfortable beside you, giving you a smooch on the forehead. “Honestly, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“Really?” You look at him, cupping his cheek gently, wiping the perspiration off his brow with your thumb. 

He smiles, nuzzling into your palm. “Yeah.”

“Then maybe we should make this a regular thing,” you suggest as you snuggle into his arms. 

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he agrees, embracing you.

And just like that, you have yourself a new and very, very personal trainer. 

[j2zara]

Hiiiiii~ 2, 4, 7, 10, 22, 24, 30 for the fic writer game! 💖

Hiiiii friend! Sorry this took all day my brain is dead rn

2. a character whose POV you’re currently exploring

Lol i'm banging my head against the wall getting killed by LJ3porter fic so i'm like. Right in Girlfail Ellie J4 POV hell rn!!!! She's so fun and i do think writing for her is both easy and hard in that i enjoy doing it (and tbh i think i default to her pov usually when im in LJ3 mode) but i worry i make her way too sopping wet and pathetic. Which she can be pathetic but i worry im going like. way too sad wattpad girl with her.

4. a story idea you haven’t written yet

OK! I've talked about a few different things before so i'm gonna. Well. I'm two sentences into twelfth night j2 being sent to pursue Jace on Porter's behalf fic so i feel like that counts as "not written yet." I also talk about how. I think doing a reincarnation au for LJ3 or the clones in general would be so fun. i'm not sure what kind tho, the version in which they're all new teachers at aguefort is so fun and kinda stuck in my brain now. Plus i wanna write Barbarian teacher Tiefling!Ellie x Sorcerer teacher Aasimar!J3 like so so so so bad i think it would be such a funny way to have them never escaping the torment nexus. I also think it would be fun to write something abt LJ3 in their friends with benefits era. Or maybe one of their more official "date nights". I think if they got into doing roleplay in the bedroom is would be so so so so so so fucking funny. Like. Pretending the other is stranger they picked up at the bar or something.

7. your preferred writing fonts

Tbh i kinda would like to find a perfect writing font? I tend to default Arial and it doesn't look perfect its honestly kinda offputting but. my strategy is. When I feel like my writing looks so so so busted i switch to Verdana which is closer to the ao3 font so i can better visualize how it's gonna look. And that helps a bit. Idk im sick.

10. what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?

That's a good question. Actually? A couple years i think? I abandoned my old talentswap for a couple years before picking it up again in college. (tbh my current ch 3.3 is STILL unfinished so i abandoned it again). Tbh i'm not good at letting drafts rest and returning back to them. I either try to power through or end up abandoning it which i don't love

22. do you ever worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that?

I try not to but like. Yeah. I'm stressed basically every time. I joke that when i write original fiction that i have a hoard of angry twitter pearlclutchers that live in my head ready to rip everything i do to shreds but i try not to listen to them. But i'm worried every time. This has nothing to do with how i feel about you guys tbh i wildly underestimate your guys kindness and goodwill just bc im very hard on myself

I was anxious abt IYWD (I was worried it was gonna come across as too soft or too apologetic). I was anxious that nobody would take to Dyke!Jace/Zara in Who Can Blame a Girl, or i wouldn't be able to sell it

I probably MOST anxious of all about Almost (I was SO stressed that ppl were not gonna vibe at all with Bluejay or not gel with the whole "what if the clones were actual characters" , "born to love porter cliffbreaker, forced to do menial tasks for jaceprime" etc etc thought experiment. and i was so so so so so so scared about dropping the nickname Bluejay i was worried it was gonna be completely stupid and i was completely off the mark)

I was anxious abt Biggest Lie (i was worried it wasn't hot enough or maybe too violent or that it was maybe too shamelessly just like. smut lol).

And after Almost i was probably second most anxious about Stay / Leave. It was just a wip i really struggled with and idk it was so.... insular i guess? b/c it was so niche and the wip ended up being SO LONG and kinda emotional and sappy? Like again i think i was having the same doubts i had abt j2 in which i was like what if i can't sell people on this relationship. What if i've failed to convey something sincere. (that one was crazy tho bc i really really really really tried to release it and not care what happened bc i knew only a handfull of ppl would read it and i really really really tried to be cool and for a while i was but it was just hard i was so nervous and i don't think it was anyones reaction is really was just my nerves that were putting me in such a bad and upset mood and then over the next day or two i. I made this joke earlier that like. I PROMISE and hope i'm not overinflating my ego when i say this like i'm perfectly aware that i just write silly smut online but it really was so so so so funny. to see everyone practically overnight be like.... wait. Are LJ3..... in love??? And now LJ3 is like such an integral part of clone lore.

24. how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

That's a good question bc i feel like. When i'm stuck in one medium i tend to just try and distract myself with another so when im bad at drawing i write and when im bad at writing i draw. But thats not exactly recharging. Tbh i do think i need to find better things in my routine that rejuvenate me i think i haven't been particularly good at treating myself well lately

30. share a fic you’re especially proud of

I'm cringe and usually will shill if you want divinity (you're gonna have to go through me) as one of my favorite things i've ever written. But im also extremely confident most of y'all have already read it. I'm very very hard on myself so i swing between thinking the things i make suck and also being like. Fairly proud of all of them.

But idk it was my first ambitious thing i wrote and FINISHED in a long time and honestly? I do think its slightly better than the rest bc the iterations are all reliant on the original so they're very intertextual and repetitive which isn't BAD but. The extra work it took to make IYWD work makes it feel different to me. There's a LOT of stuff in it that i'm proud of that i honestly kind of miss b/c Porter is so smitten for Jace in a way he hasn't been in things i've written in a long time. I'm a softy who likes when jaceporter are soft and kinda in love... sue me... And like. i always feel so self congratulatory talking about the Loving To the Point of Invention Detect Thoughts + Teleport but i really felt good about coming up with that. And i still like the flashbacks a lot. It always feels so embarrassing to admit that i like. Get emotional thinking about the flashback of them on the bed. Sometimes i tailor make a scene just for me. "I promise i'm never going to let anything happen to you ever again" "as a paladin or a barbarian" "both" is like. Such a scene just for me. And I think the ending is good too. "I'll take it. I'll take it all" just felt so. fitting. It's so him getting to hear himself say to porter "i'll take the thing with you that is broken and fucked and full of compromises even if it has to end". Sigh. Sometimes you're an english major and you agonize over being a good writer for like two decades and realize that you might not be as horrible as you think.

(For the record. i think if i were to rank what i've written for fantasy high from fav to least fave, i'd say IYWD, Biggest Lie, Stay / Leave, Who Can Blame a Girl, Almost, Tell Me How, and it feels weird to put Almost that low bc i do like it. Tbh i regret making it so short i think i could've pushed it further)

Anyway!!! This got long winded as hell. Thanks for the asks they were fun to do!

Send me Fic Writer Asks! / Here are the questions!

[prettiestboyreid]

wish you were sober (E.M. x Female Reader)

okay so I had this idea. I was very much in a Conan Gray slump for the past month, and I’m so in love with the ‘’Wish you were sober’’ and ‘’Disaster” songs. And idk if it’s just me? But I feel like they kinda go together? So I thought why not make an Eddie Munson fic based on them (Bc holy shit this dude has done something to me). So the “Wish you were sober” lyrics are kind of the Reader’s POV and “Disaster” is in Eddie’s POV? I hope it makes sense. Also pls be kind, english is very much not my first language and I haven’t written anything since my One Directions days (Which, those days are still not over let me tell you that). Also I hate dialogue?? So minimal dialogue for this one idk?? I’m thinking of making this into a series if people like it enough?? Like with a big time jump idk? I have a lot of ideas. But yeah, hope you enjoy ♡

warnings: alcohol, weed, two fools in love, very much angst??, not very happy ending, implied smut?? like mentions of it idk if heavy makeouts are smut??, unrequited love or so they think??, swearing, use of (y/n), idk if i missed any pls do tell me if i did, also me being an american but havent been there since i was born so i dont really know how america works so if anything is weird again pls do tell me, also idk when to fit this in the timeline of stranger things?? nobody really mentions vecna and everybody is happy and eddie is alive (if i go on with this series then this is fit like in their last year of high school i guess?? we’ll see)

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summary: You and Eddie Munson have a not so formal agreement. At the end of the night of every party, when alcohol doesn’t really do anything for any of you anymore - You switch it out for each other’s lips. But what happens when you’re a little bit greedy, and still want even more?

Word count: 3795

It was the first big party of the fall. The Halloween party, nonetheless. Pre-Eddie entering your life, Halloween was the only party you ever went to all year. Post-Eddie it was any and every party you could find, at least the ones you knew would be attended by the pretty, long haired boy. Sometimes you liked to imagine he felt the same. “this party’s shit, wish we could dip. could anywhere but here.”

‘’So, what are you supposed to be dressed as?’’ You drank the rest of your drink before hopping off the counter, giving Steve a twirl and showing off your very homemade witch costume. You’d have actually prefered to sit down, plan out your whole costume and find every piece so it would have looked perfect for the night. But between classes, your job and finding a very limited time to see family and friends, the season changing from summer into autumn hadn’t occurred to you. So here you were, in a little black dress with a witch hat you had bought for your first ever real Halloween party a couple of years back and some old jewelry sown lazily onto your dress. ‘’Well Steve Harrington, I am the wicked witch of Hawkins. Can’t you tell?’’ You said with a bow. Steve just chuckled and filled up his glass with cheap looking liqueur.

“nineteen, but you act twentyfive now. knees weak, but you talk really fly, wow.” ‘’He’s here, you know?’’ Steve asked while throwing a ping pong ball that landed perfectly in your beer. You just shrugged while you downed the beer, trying to look clueless as to what he was saying ‘’He asked about you when he arrived,’’ Steve continued while you tried aiming for just one of the 5 still perfectly lined up glasses in front of him, but missing yet again. You didn’t actually know how Steve persuaded you to play beer pong, knowing how bad you were. Maybe some liquid courage for the night ahead?

“ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed, take me where the music ain’t too loud.”

You didn’t know when or how you ended up on the sofa, surrounded by Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan. Also it just didn’t really matter at this point, your only point of focus being Eddie, dressed as the devil (no surprise there, right?) talking to that pretty blonde. You know the kind of pretty blonde that actually had planned her costume. The one who actually took her friends out, found a costume (a whole costume, not just a random, forgotten dress on the floor of her closet). The kind of blonde Eddie would be proud to show around in town, not someone who only got to taste his lips when he had one too many beers. ‘’Earth to (Y/N)?’’ Jonathan said, waving his hand in front of your face. Steve looked at you with pity in his eyes, being the only one actually knowing who occupied your mind. ‘’Mmm?’’ You said, still looking at the scene in front of you, afraid that you might miss something if you looked away, even for a second. ‘’So, truth or dare? What is it going to be?’’ Robin laughed. You weren’t entirely sure you had ever agreed to the game, alcohol clouding your thoughts, but you had nothing else to do, right? ‘’I guess.. Dare?’’ You said with a sheepish smile, regretting it only mere seconds later. Not only because you were now sitting comfortably on the sofa, squished between Nancy and the coushions, kinda acting like a weighted blanket. Not only because Robin wore a devilish smile while she whispered something in Steve’s ear. No, also because your friends had seen you literally kill the pretty blonde in front of Eddie, with your eyes and that gave Robin a very good idea.

“save me ‘til the party is over. kiss me in the seat of your Rover. real sweet but i wish you were sober.”

It was the first Halloween you attended with the intent of actually partying. The other years where Steve had thrown his big Halloween parties and invited you, you were always sitting on the sofa, soda in hand while being the designated driver. You didn’t mind, alcohol or parties weren’t your thing up until that day (You know the day every teen gets? When they realize that life is just rushing by and they won’t have any fun stories to tell before they’re out of high school? Or was that just you?) Nevertheless, here you were at your first real (well, first real for you) Halloween party. The drinks were flowing (That was also the night you realized you were very much a light weight) Bodies dancing everywhere. You just needed a second for yourself, just to sit on the toilet to gather yourself. ‘’Hoooly shit, I’m drunk’’ You giggled to yourself. You stood up, ready to wash your hands but got a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. ‘’I looked so pretty when I got here, and now look at me’’ You pouted at yourself in the mirror. ‘’Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was in here’’ A voice said behind you, but you were all too occupied with your mascara to care ‘’No no, it’s fine. Come in. I don’t mind’’ You hiccuped, trying very hard not to poke your eye out with your mascara wand. ‘’I’m not really sure we’re that close yet, that I would feel comfortable using the toilet in front of you, pretty girl’’ You could see Eddie Munson coming up behind your back in the mirror. It was not that you didn’t know Eddie, your friends were his friends. It was just that he once let it slip to Steve that you were oh so hot, but how he wished you weren’t so boring. He wasn’t wrong, about the last part anyway. But there was one thing you and Eddie had in common, you just didn’t really care what others thought. So even though you had found Eddie pretty, fucking attractive, it didn’t stick with you that he thought you were boring. ‘’A penny for your thoughts?’’ He asked behind you. Guess you had a habit of zoning out a little bit too much. ‘’I’ll get out of your way, sorry.’’ You said, trying to grab the handle, but falling over your own heels. Eddie was quick to grab you, sit you on the toilet, pour out his beer from his cup and hand you the glass back with water.

And that's how the ‘’tradition’’ started. Nothing major happened that night. You were too drunk, and Eddie was a gentleman. You just sat in his van, talked about life, got a much needed (also a little bit too late) apology for his comment to Steve. Ever since then, the parties always ended up in his van. It didn’t take long until the passenger seat got abandoned for Eddie’s lap and curfew got dragged longer and longer into the night. But that was all that it was. Stolen glances at parties, long makeout sessions leading to always just a little bit more. And at first, that was fine. You weren’t really looking for anything other than a little attention. But as you got to know Eddie more, nothing was enough. Eddie, who had started carrying around a blanket in the van, just so you could snuggle under it when you got a bit too drunk and just wanted to talk. Eddie, who remembered that your favorite smell was vanilla (Also it was hard for him to forget, you basically bathed in your vanilla perfume every time you went to a party because one time, he said that you smelled really good) went out and bought a Wunderbaum so his car would smell like vanilla for you. Eddie, whose lips were just a little too soft to forget.

Anyway, that was only in the confinement of his van. At school things didn’t change, sure he would smile at you a little more, talk to you a little longer but until that alcohol hit Eddie’s lips, you felt like you didn’t really matter in his world. 

“pullin me close, begging me, ‘’stay over’’, but i’m over this roller coaster.”

‘’I dare you, to steal away.. One Mr. Eddie Munson’’ Robin said, with a proud smirk. You looked at Steve, hoping he would help, but all he could do was shrug ‘’Those are the rules, girly’’. Sure Eddie would go with you, having downed about 10 beers and had 2 joints.. Or at least you hoped so. But as you looked over, once again, the pretty blonde had her arms around his waist and Eddie was biting his lips looking down at her. You looked at Robin, one more time, hoping she would give you another dare, but she just slumped back on the sofa, smiling. You stood up, knees wobbly, straightening out your dress while trying to come up with enough courage to walk over there. You poked Robin’s cheek on your way out to the make-shift dance floor. You could feel all eyes on you, not just your friends, but also the people surrounding you. Honestly, at this point you wished the floor would swallow you whole. And then you came face to face with… Eddie’s back. You still weren’t sure what to do, how to get his attention.

‘’Hey pretty boy, I missed you. Meet me in your van in 10 minutes’’ You whispered in his ear. You were honestly disgusted with yourself. Why would you say something like that? When have you ever said something like that? Why the hell would you call him a pretty boy? You never called Eddie pretty boy? Also, at this point you were pretty tired of whatever this thing between you two was. How would the boy ever know about your feelings, when you said stuff like that? You cringed, and started walking out. Steve and Robin threw their hands up ‘’What the hell was that?’’ Steve asked. You just smiled and skipped out of the door. It was only when Eddie excused himself from the blonde and raced out of the door that Steve and Robin looked at each other, laughed and felt a little proud of their friend's achievement. “i’mma crawl out the window now. getting good at saying ‘’gotta bounce’’. honestly you always let me down. and i know we’re not just hanging out.’’

‘’Eddie.. Eddie, stop’’ As soon as Eddie got in the wan, he was pulling you on his lap, attacking your mouth with kisses ‘’What, pretty girl, isn’t this what you wanted?’’ He said, mocking you. I mean this was kind of what you wanted. Why you came. Only this wasn’t all you wanted, you wanted to arrive at the party with Eddie, not just leave. You wanted to plan cheesy couples costumes, not just arrive and accidentally match (Which this year, you didn’t. So.) You wanted to dance, kiss, and talk all night. Not just when you were in his van or when the party got too boring. ‘’A penny for your thoughts?’’ He asked, just the same way he did at that first Halloween party. You licked your lips, you knew what you wanted to say. You knew what you wanted. You also just didn’t want to lose this. Whatever this was. Because holy fucking shit, had Eddie swept you right off your feet and started your new adventure as a young adult. He cocked his head, while still wearing that smile you just wanted to kiss stupid. But this was the time you needed to stand your ground. When you had mentioned to Steve briefly that you weren’t in the most ideal situation with Eddie, he had tried to coach you in the way of admitting your feelings, in his words ‘’You don’t have anything to lose. So what if he doesn’t feel the same? You’ll stop wasting your time and find someone more deserving.’’ But what Steve didn’t understand, and what you didn’t feel like you could tell him was, that Eddie didn’t feel like a waste of time. No matter what this was, this thing going on between you two, didn’t feel like a waste of time at all. Eddie listened to you, understood you, made you laugh at any given chance. 

‘’Hey, you with me, baby?’’ Eddie started to grow concerned. You were just sitting on his lap, looking kind of hazed out while biting your lips. ‘’Y-Yeah. Just thinking’’ You said while playing with his hair, a nervous habit you had formed a while ago, which actually benefited both. ‘’Mmmh, about?’’ Eddie asked, while slowly starting to kiss down your neck. It took everything in you to not just shut off your thoughts and give all of you to that beautiful, doe eyed boy in front of you. ‘’Us’’ you said, almost a whisper. This made Eddie stop his actions, swinging his head back up to face you, while his grip around your thighs tightened. He almost looked like a man in love, you let yourself think for only just a second. There was an awkward silence after that. You weren’t sure if Eddie was waiting for you to proceed or if he had to gather up any confidence to say that there simply wasn’t an ‘’Us’’. There was you, and him and sometimes you and him just happened to cross paths. But there wasn't an ‘’Us’’.

‘’Yeah, and what do you think about, when you’re thinking about us?’’ He tried getting you to proceed. His tone didn’t give anything away. ‘’It’s just.. I’m just.. It’s..’’ You said, biting your lips. Come on. This isn’t so hard. You’ve told him about some of your hardest times, some of your darkest secrets and he didn’t judge you one ounce. Why was it so hard to get it out? ‘’I’m not sure I can do this anymore’’ You settled on saying that, still not giving yourself away. You started fiddling with his jacket. Not daring to look into his eyes ‘’Oh.. Okay. May I ask why?’’ He took your fingers, started to toy with them. This was his new nervous habit. Again, beneficial for both. ‘’I just.. I’m not sure this is enough for me anymore? Y’know? I don’t know if I can keep on pretending that this is good enough for me anymore.’’ You said, without thinking twice. The only thing you were trying to do, is to shield yourself and your feelings against Eddie. You didn’t wanna drop the L-bomb for him to not feel the same (Oh, not the love-bomb by the way. You may be head over heels for this boy, but you’re not quite sure that a few drunken kisses can lead to love.)

‘’ ‘Cause the potential of us, it was keepin me up all night long’’

While the turmoil was still going on inside your head, Eddie was beginning his own war in his mind. What you said, to shield yourself, twisted itself in Eddie's head. What he heard was that he wasn’t enough for you anymore, that he wasn’t enough. 

While Eddie didn’t plan on this to be an occurrence as often as it had been, he didn’t mind it. At first you were just the hot girl who could make him forget about his own misery once or twice a month. Eddie swore that at first he only needed company, no matter what or who that company was. It didn’t hurt that it was you, a sight for sore eyes. It made it even easier to forget his own life. But then those stolen, drunken kisses turned into Eddie swapping his beer for water, only for him to remember everything you said the next day, for not forgetting how you smelled so beautifully of vanilla, for remembering every tiny detail about you and lasty, just so he could see your drunken little dance as you walked up to your front door after he’d driven you home. He couldn’t exactly pin-point when he realized that this was no longer just a distraction. That this was actually the best part of the parties. That whenever he knew you were in the same space as him, he couldn’t stop looking to meet your beautiful eyes. 

“this could be a disaster, there’s so many factors. Like, what if you freak out and then we’re losin it all. At the critical chapter where I say I love you, and you don’t say it after”

‘’I’ll just drive you home’’ That was it. That was the best reply Eddie could muster up. He wanted an explanation, he knew he should have asked. He knew, deep down, that he must have misunderstood. But that little part of him, the little part telling him that he, Eddie Munson, was not worthy of love from such a beautiful, charismatic, clever young lady like yourself, won yet again. ‘’No, Eddie, it's fine. I’ll just get Steve to drive me home. You just go back to the party and we’ll just pretend this didn’t happen. Honestly it’s fine. Like I saw how much fun you had with that blonde girl, what is her name again? Oh it’s Amelia right? Yeah, Amelia. She is fun. And pretty. And well put together I really liked her costume. And also I forgot to tell you that I liked yours. Like those small devil horns? TO DIE FOR. Yeah, so I mean I guess I’ll just leave your car and then I’ll get Steve to drive me home, and then we’ll just see each other monday like nothing happened, right?’’ Another thing Eddie adored, your rambling. Whenever he’d push your boundaries, just a little, you’d just start telling him about your day. How Dustin had made a fool of himself in the cafeteria, spilling spaghetti sauce all over his white tee, because he was too caught up in telling a story. About how Robin made it a competition to see how many times she could make Steve fall in one shift at Family Video. But not this time. No. Because this time may very well be the last time he will ever hear you rambling, to him at least. This time you were all wrong. Letting your insecurities shine through, ones he himself had added to before he got to know you. And Eddie still cursed himself out for it, everytime he thought of it.

Yes, you did see him with Amelia. What you didn’t see was that he could not stop looking at you, behind her. Looking at how you looked so damn cute when you zoned out from time to time, how your smile grew wider and wider with every sip of your cup, and although Eddie would never really admit this to you - Or even himself. He kind of liked how you didn’t really look all that amused by Amelia. He let himself believe that you were jealous, that you felt like Eddie belonged to you. Because in all honesty, he did. Every fiber of his being belonged to you. You just had to ask, and he would happily, never ever look at another girl again.

‘’but if i’m reading it wrong, man, it’d be better off if i died, oh’’ ‘’Yeah, no. It’s fine. I’m getting tired. I’ll drive you home. I was planning on it, so it’s no hassle.’’ Why couldn’t he at least try to ask? Ask what you meant? Ask what you wanted? Also, why couldn’t he look away from your damn cherry colored lips? So plump, so delicious. But now in a very obvious pout. ‘’Y’know’’ Eddie said, starting the car. ‘’I like your costume too. It’s really pretty.. Your real pretty. You’re always really, fucking pretty.’’ At least that's something right? Kind of gentleman-like? Not a full on, love confession. But something. Maybe it’ll change your mind? Maybe you’ll lean over the console, giving him a kiss that he sought after, ever since you broke off the last one. Maybe you’ll realize he looks at you everyday, thinks of you everyday, daydreams about you everyday. ‘’Thanks Eddie.’’ You say. Not looking at him. Not leaning over the console. So you didn’t understand, and what’s even worse is that you didn’t even believe him. He could hear it in your tone. He knew you, goddammit.

‘’So..’’

‘’I just think’’

You started talking at the same time. Finally. Finally. You smile. At him, nonetheless. ‘’It’s fine, you go first, baby’’ It was a habit. He couldn’t just be expected to stop a habit, albeit he didn’t want to. Not really. ‘’I just think it’s better this way, you know? Like I like you. Very fucking much. Not like, like you? I like kissing you? Is that weird to say? Well I do. And I like hanging out with you, you’re like my party-best friend? Y’know? Like a work-husband? But switch it out with ‘’party’’. Party husband.. No, no. Party best friend? Party, very good looking, very good kisser best friend? That makes sense, yeah,’’ You were so proud of yourself, Eddie couldn’t stop smiling. He knew what was to come, but you were so cute, his smile wouldn’t falter. ‘’Anyhooow. It’s better this way. None of us caught feelings, right? And I’m going off to college, right? So like, we don’t have to do the whole shabang with crying and missing each other. Like we’ll just stop it here. One last kiss at Halloween. Very good. I like that.’’ None of us caught feelings. None of us caught feelings. None. Of. Us. Caught. Feelings.Your sentence kept replaying in Eddie’s head. He didn’t even know what to say anymore. ‘’Yeah, no. Yeah. You’re right. It’s silly. You’re going off to college, and me. I’m.. Y’know. I’ll figure stuff out probably. Yeah, no. Good that we didn’t catch any of those mean things called feelings, right?’’ He said, laughing, hand tight on his neck. The rest of the car ride was silent. There wasn’t anything left to say. A daydream. It was all that it was. You coming out of your cocoon, a beautiful butterfly ready to fly off to college. And Eddie. Eddie was still just that. Eddie. Not good enough for you, Eddie. Not brave enough to tell you how he felt, Eddie. Not your boyfriend, not your hero, Eddie.

And while he watched you dance up to your front door one last time, while he fell in his oh so empty bed, Eddie couldn’t do anything. Not cry. Not laugh. Nothing. Because he screwed it up. He really screwed it up this time.

‘’maybe i’m mistaken. you’re not mine for takin. maybe i’m mistaken. maybe i just made it up, messed it up.’’

so idk i kind of hate this one??? i started writing this in like??? july?? but i have an idea of like multiple chapters?? like throughout their life?? idk the next one is going to be set in college. and i also wanna elaborate more on how eddie fell for the reader. also the whole toilet scene?? where reader is sad about her makeup?? yeah that was very much inspired by myself. only i didn’t have eddie munson coming in. also all my inspirations come from song lyrics?? so i think songs will be a big part of this world im trying to create?? and yeah most of them will be modern:/ im sorry:/ but yeah. let me know what u think. pls be kind. kisses and hugs to all you lovies ♡

EDIT: i privated this for a long time?? so if you’ve already red it thats why. i put it up again BECAUSE IM WRITING A NEW FIC RIGHT NOW and idk so here it is again

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The 50/10 Method (Agent Whiskey x f!reader)

Summary: Jack makes the most of your 10 minute study break. 

Word Count: 2.7k+

Rating: E (explicit) 18+ ONLY! bc this is just cringey smut lmfao

Warnings: smut (oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (obvi use protection irl), very easily and conveniently reached orgasms (this is a fantasy i can do what i want skjfkd), dirty talk, one (1) allusion to thigh riding and one (1) instance of 💙spitting💙, fingering, positions i hope i've given enough detail so y’all can imagine what i was picturing💀), pet names (sweetheart, honey, cowboy *affectionately*, good girl, baby), there’s a sentence about reader having long-ish hair, reader and jack have a dog, swearing, reader is afab and is called things like good girl and the like, just overall trash grammar and structure 😇

Author’s Note: so this is very poorly written and extremely self-indulgent, as i myself use the 50/10 method 🙃. but i had a lot of fun with it, and i think that’s what writing is supposed to be all about! :) also i was heavily inspired to write this after reading “Take a Break” by @mellowswriting​ and “Study Buddy” by @pascalpanic​. please go check those out because they’re absolutely fantastic!!!!! +while you’re at it, i would highly advise you to read anything on their masterlists bc they’re just 💜exquisite💜

gif by @thernandalorian​

The lines of text on your computer screen are starting to blend into each other, creating a single run-on sentence that one of your previous English teachers would ridicule the author for. The sharp curves and angles that distinguish each letter from the next are becoming soft and dull, blurring into each other until your brain can only recognize it as a smeared streak of black on white.

It’s 11:00am on a Saturday, a big exam set for the upcoming Monday’s morning. You don’t feel rushed for time, or overloaded with unknown material, and the early hours of the day have been quite productive. Following a shared breakfast of homemade waffles in bed with Jack, your boyfriend, you didn’t complain when setting up your study station on the living room’s large oak table. If anything, you had been excited to begin studying early in the hopes of finishing your review by the end of the day. That way, tomorrow would be free for you and Jack to do whatever you pleased.

However, as the hours went by, your motivation was slowly but surely diminishing. The serene study atmosphere that you usually thrive in is now driving you mad. You yearn for a noise, any noise; a bird to sing a song in the tree outside your window, the smack of your dog’s loose wrinkles against each other as he attempts to shake the sleep out of him, a pencil unable to stop itself from rolling and dropping onto the floor with a tink.

You’re momentarily gifted with the crisp sound of a page turning. You flit your eyes over to gaze upon the source of your granted wish and your heart flutters in reaction to the sight: Jack’s resting on the couch, cowboy hat balanced on the back of it, deeply absorbed in the next installment of his favorite murder-mystery series. You find it curious that his desire for an adrenaline-filled challenge doesn’t stop when he comes home from mission after mission that nearly cost him his life. You’ll ask him about his insatiability one day, but for now you categorize it as fictional research for his Statesman assignments.

Your short glance quickly turns into an entranced stare. Jack looks... divine. Fetching. Luscious. As he’s lying on his back, neck propped up against the arm of the couch, his book balanced on his chest, relaxation radiates off of him in waves and utterly seduces you. You’re surprised that he hasn’t been a greater distraction to you throughout the morning. How have you managed to ignore the denim-wearin’, plaid-shirted, pornstache-sportin’ cowboy of your dreams that is only a few steps away?

Involuntarily, the thigh muscles of your crossed legs contract in an effort to bring some semblance of friction to your now weeping core. Similar to your imaginings of your dog earlier, you shake your head to force these heavy, unwanted feelings to dissipate and turn back to the work in front of you. Of course, Jack does the opposite of what you’d like him to do and takes an interest in your fidgeting. He peeks over the top of his book, “You cold, sweetheart?” 

His question is reasonable: you’re purposely wearing a skirt that’s so short it rides up quite high when you sit. You don’t dare to meet his eyes and answer while pulling a textbook close and opening it up, “No, I’m okay.”

Fortunately he returns to his reading. Your attention is able to retain itself for about a paragraph, but then your mind takes a sharp detour back to those pesky, steamy desires. You mentally huff at your inability to remain concentrated on your studies and rifle through the options of what you can do to satiate yourself for the time being. 

You could switch texts and force your brain to recognize the change and therefore become distracted. You could pick out some colored writing utensils and bring some fun to active reading. You could say fuck it, go straddle Jack and beg him to use you in whichever way he would like.

Jack interrupts your brainstorming, “Are you sure you don’t need a blanket or sumthin’? I can go get my jacket for ya.” 

The attentiveness of your southern lover melts your heart. You turn to him, “No, really, I’m okay, thanks.”

“I wouldn’t count a bathroom break as taking away from your 50 minutes, honey, if that’s what’s makin’ you twitch.” 

You had been implementing and strictly adhering to the 50/10 method all morning: study for 50 minutes, take a break for ten. Its effectiveness was never doubted, as it has proven to work for you for years. Only ten minutes into this 50 minute period, the devil of restlessness pokes at you and makes you think could time go by any slower? A hand comes up to cover the blush creeping across your cheek as you dismiss Jack’s suggestion, “No, that’s not it.”

Behind your embarrassed hand, Jack cocks an eyebrow at you. Your simple choice of words has given the Agent a hint, that there is something that’s bothering you, he just hasn’t figured it out yet and you don’t want to admit what it is for some reason. He returns to his book, however lost in thought about what your problem could be, while you task every cell in your body to pay attention to your studies. 

35 minutes remain on the clock, and Jack guesses, “Did you have too much coffee?”

You can’t help but grin at his sleuthing, “No, I just had my regular.”

He conjures up another possible solution five minutes later, “Are you itchin’ to get out of the house? We haven’t left in two days.”

He’s getting warmer. Both of you know exactly why you haven’t left the house in two days: you’d been occupied with activities of the sinful variety. You can’t gauge yet whether or not he knows he’s dancing around the answer, “Baby, you’re distracting me. And nope, it’s not that.” 

He smiles apologetically, “Sorry,” and uses his book as a partition, blocking your ability to procrastinate and just visually drool all over him.

Silence fills the next 20 minutes. Even though Jack is out of your sight, details from your observations exaggerate themselves in your mind to the point that they’re all encompassing, intoxicating. The way his jeans wrap around his legs ever so perfectly, the worn denim hugging those muscular thighs that he loves for you to grind yourself against when you’re feeling especially desperate (like now). How his plaid flannel slopes over the swell of his belly, stretching tight against his skin as his diaphragm contracts and deflating when he exhales. Even his large feet, strewn about lazily on the couch, his toes pointing in different directions, amuse you. 

Ten minutes remain in your study session. Feeling guilty about spending the majority of the last hour envisioning the seductive intricacies of your boyfriend, you actually start to study. 

“How many times do you think I can make you cum in ten minutes?”

Your eyes are ripped from your material and land on the menace lazing on the couch. He’s put his book down, one arm behind his head while the other is crooked, allowing himself to palm his cock through his pants. Jack’s wearing a shit-eating grin, bewitching your crossed legs to switch which one is on top; an excuse to apply more pressure to the yearning area between them. You fidget in the chair, shamefully trying to get the seam of your underwear to rub against you in just the right way. You shrug, “I-I’m not sure.”

He gets up and comes over to you, standing behind you and leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. He murmurs in your ear, “I think we should find out during your next break.”

You turn to face him, “I think so too.”

He gives you a quick kiss, “Well, you better be a good girl and study for these last few minutes. Earn that break.” He places his large hands on either side of your head and turns it toward your materials, making you both laugh.

Somehow, you’re able to pay attention. Jack’s impending promise of ravaging you for ten minutes straight quells your jittering nerves and gives you something specific to look forward to. Before you know it, your alarm is beeping, alerting you that your break has commenced. Jack cages you by reaching forward and grabs the clock, programs it to ten minutes and keeps it in his hand. He grips the sides of your swivel chair, pulls it back from the table and spins you around to face him, the speed of the turn making your hair swoosh across your shoulders. Through mutual giggles, Jack lifts you up, winding your legs around his waist, your arms doing the same around his neck. “I want you to count for me how many times you cum.”

Breathlessly, you simply obey, “Okay.”

He practically runs to the bedroom. He sets the clock on the nightstand and turns the face towards the mattress so you don’t lose out on studying time. Tossing you onto the bed, your giggling continues as you bounce from the force. Jack hooks his fingers in your underwear and yanks them down, pulling them out from under your skirt and over your shoes. The way he wastes no time ridding you of any other garment makes blood and heat flood your center and air rush out of your lungs. He pushes your lost air back into your mouth with a kiss and then immediately retreats back to in between your legs.

He flicks the fabric of your skirt up onto your belly, letting himself have complete, unobstructed access to his early lunch. His fingers fondle your folds while his lips place sloppy kisses along the inside of your thighs. After he’s had his fill of that step, he sits back and stares at you: spread out for him, more than willing to take anything he wants to give to you. He blows out a whistle, eyeing your core, and you say, “Hey, you’re on the clock, cowboy. No time for dramatics.”

He nods, a smirk pulling at one side of his mouth, “You’re right, sweetheart.”

He spits onto your cunt, forgoing his usual gentle licks to adequately wet your pussy. A quiet fuck escapes your mouth as he plunges his tongue into you. Your fingers wind themselves in his chocolatey locks and pull, extracting an excited moan from your lover. His fingers knead the soft flesh on the backs of your thighs as he eats and when his mustache starts to tickle your clit, you’re done for. Your grip on his hair becomes vice-like and your whole body seizes up, constricted by enrapturing pleasure. You strangle out, “One.”

Jack unlatches his mouth only once he’s certain your first orgasm is complete. He stands, admires your wrecked expression, takes his cock out, spits into his hand and pumps his dick a few times. Hands slithering around your waist, he flips you onto your stomach and pulls your ass up, positioning you on your hands and knees. You’re a little bit dizzied by his manhandling in combination with his expert tongue, but this type of vertigo is the most enjoyable you’ve ever experienced. 

When he pushes into you, it’s a bit of a stretch because he hadn’t warmed you up with his fingers. He relaxes you by leaning forward, pressing his chest against your back and peppering soft kisses to your shoulder blades. The clink of his belt comically punctuates his thrusts, but your laughs are swallowed by intoxicated groans. You don’t know, and you don’t really care to figure out, how he already has you teetering on the edge of cumming again. Heightened senses tell you that you’re close; the fabric of his shirt feels unearthly soft as it brushes against patches of exposed skin, his fingertips are delightful lead in their clamp on you, his grunts and pants angelically reverberate in your skull. And then, suddenly and all at once, “Two.”

Jack’s pride shows itself in a smirk while he flips you onto your back. He makes a show of hooking your calves over his shoulders, eliciting laughter from the both of you. Resting almost all of his weight on top of you, your knees find your chest and his hands find your hair. The intimacy of it all is almost too much; his thumbs stroke your temples, palms cradle your head, those goddamned puppy-dog eyes bore into you. You turn your head in his grasp to check your timing: five minutes left. 

Jack’s tongue darts out to lick the pads of his fingers before he snakes it down in between the two of you to rub your clit. Your moans come out uncontrollably, your eyelids stutter and he eggs you on, “That’s it, sweetheart. Give me another one.”

Hearty moans are reduced to desperate gasps and you’re unable to verbally acknowledge the third orgasm that rips through you. Nonetheless, Jack can tell from the way your eyes roll into the back of your head and his name tumbles ferociously out of your mouth that you’re cumming. “’Atta girl.”

Jack takes his cock out of you and the whine that escapes your lips embarrasses you. He can’t help but laugh at your whimpering before he scoots down the bed and starts to eat you out again, framing his head with your quaking thighs. You find the strength to check the time, “Jack, there’s only a minute and a half left.”

He moans deeply into you, unaffected by your comment, and eases three fingers into your fluttering center. Like earlier, your hands fly to his hair like a magnet and find purchase so tight it makes your knuckles go pale. In a matter of seconds, circling your clit with his sopping tongue and tapping your g-spot with his deft fingers, Jack has you cumming yet again. This time you yell out the count, “Four!”

The sounds his ministrations make are lewd and exhilarating, pushing himself to his own precipice. You look down your body to find Jack’s other hand jerking his cock and his seed spilling out of him moments later. He groans into your pussy while you pet his hair, praising him for his efforts. 

Simultaneously, you both remember that you’re being timed. Your eyes meet the clock at the same time: 30 seconds. Jack springs from the bed and pulls you up with him, grabbing your discarded panties. He squats and taps your ankles so you lift your legs up, sliding each leg hole over your body and pulling your underwear up underneath your skirt. 

You fumble with his mussed clothes, stuffing his still-hard cock into his boxers, hiking his jeans up over his ass and zip and button them closed. You snake his belt around his waist and let his fingers do the work of buckling it before he picks you up bridal style and ushers you out of the bedroom, grabbing the clock off of the nightstand on your way out. 

Unhinged cackles follow you two down the hallway as you return to the living room. He plops you down in your chair, straightens you out, gives you a kiss on the cheek and then your alarm goes off. You raise your eyebrows at him, “Jeez, you didn’t waste a second.” 

He hums, then mumbles, “You get back to work now, babygirl,” and leaves you with a yearning kiss on the part of your hair.

Both of you return to your respective readings, hopelessly trying to downgrade your panting gasps to normal breaths. The absence of Jack’s warmth is already painful. But you rationalize that the indulgence of the last ten minutes is more than enough to get you through this next hour of studying, if not for longer.

Little do you know that Jack feels the same pain. His ache for your touch, sexual or not, will overtake him later and he’ll be unable to resist the temptation of coming over and distracting you again. Determined to finish your studying, you’ll propose a compromise: you can sit in his lap while he is lulled to sleep by the ambience of the afternoon rain and the enveloping comfort of you. The two of you can try to beat the record of four orgasms next semester. 

💘taglist: @pascalpanic​, @mellowswriting​

[shorkbrian]

Prelude - I need to stop catching sight of poetry on my explore page lol. This is entirely self-indulgent and very specific cause I’m rotting thru life rn and so if u dislike I understand lol. When I was in the hospital this last time it sucked rlly bad and like the awful horny degenerate I was I kept thinking abt Kirishima and soft sweet Sugawara idk lol

Pairing - Death god Kirishima x Reader

Warnings - Suicide, suicide attempt, no smut. Death. Drunk Drivers. Yandere but only a little bit and cause I can’t voluntarily accept love it has to be forced bc I cannot handle the thot of someone who is sane loving me bc there is no freaking way lol

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/5Iy1wdO0tMaHwKnfFYtlel?si=-vqod-W6SHia8ui2Hdl_9g 

Adding this one bc it’s like one of my favorites and I wish god I wish and I hope that this year is better than the last amen lol also there’s nothing more sad to me than someone pleading and begging and crying for the year to treat you nicely like bitch u okay? no. the answer is no.

https://open.spotify.com/track/0xRO7EKgYKVB8zKIoiXMDD?si=HYBaiBzjRGmQwfCHgnTUxA

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“It hurts.” You had told him, as the entity sat at the end of your hospital bed.

He often sank heavily onto the nearest surface, as if his bones ached with the weight of his body. You saw him often during those first few days in the hospital, days spent puking up pills, every move you made monitored, doctors and nurses scolding you about the severity of your actions.

You didn’t think they could see the hulking figure that comforted you.

“I”ve heard that it’s supposed to.” The red god of death would think aloud.

“I don’t want it then.” Tears upon your cheeks, soft, misty. “Take it.”

“Your life?” A nod would affirm his question, but the red god would shake his head. “I am no thief. Not a hunter, simply a gatherer of souls. I won’t take what doesn’t belong to me.”

“Then it’s yours, have my life. A gift, from me to you. Don’t make me live it any longer…..”

His sadness would show in his eyes.

But the soul-crushing hugs that were provided were admittedly a tiny bit nice.

“You’re far too sweet for your own good. I’ll receive your life when the time is right, not before.”

“But I don’t want it!” You sobbed into his shoulder, the god seeming to be your only friend in the world.

Hands stroked along your back, soft shushing sounds as the god attempted to soothe you in the ways he knew how. Soft touches, kind truths. “Many don’t.  But it happens - life happens anyways. All you can do is find the things that make it less painful.”

“That’s not enough, it still hurts. I can’t stand it.” The sobs wracking your body didn’t stop the entity from holding you.

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

——

He’s patient and kind.

Surprising for a god who’s work involves collecting souls as if they were taxes. A job that should be bitter and tiresome, but the entity has infinite softness resting inside of him.

He walks with you, as you get “better“.

You watch him stop to marvel at flowers, to study the way dew drips from trees in little drops, eyes wide and wondering as crows startle from their perches and take off with noisy weeping.

This courtyard is drab and brown, a prison. Safe.

Yet the god of death treats the space gently, with respect. He thanks the old walls for standing, the worn stones beneath your feet. Their service is noted and appreciated. He’s so tender it almost makes you sick.

But you come to realize that he’s simply allowing himself to be vulnerable, to experience the earth and the beings in it.

For as soon as one recognizes vulnerability, which is so different from weakness or tragedy, one experiences a sense of tenderness. Without tenderness, pleasure means nothing. You need only look at the animals to see the truth of that. It is gentleness that distinguishes their playing from the actions they constantly take to ensure their survival.

You ask why he walks with you, why he is so focused on seeing you get “better“.

A soft smile, a meeting of eyes. “There is an end to your pain, sometime and somewhere. It’s most likely not here, not in this place at least-“ and he looks around, at the cold walls, the other sick patients, the staff. All human.

“-It will come. But for now, it’s enough to try and seek it out ourselves.”

You must look more sick than you really are, talking to thin air like that.

——-

Once you return home, the red god writes you letters.

He’s an old soul, an old god. You’re sure if you asked, he’d be able to recount the very first souls he reaped, a man and a woman, sinful and sweet but in love.

The letters help you get out of bed. What new stories or little quips the god has written pique your curiosity, even when you don’t want to move, don’t want to be awake or alive.

He tells you stories about certain souls, how each one is infinitely interesting, how they all interconnect.  How some of them struggle against him, however fruitlessly. But he’s not the one who brought about their death, he’s there to comfort and guide.

Other souls, (“souls like yours” he writes) welcome him, run to his arms like a long lost lover. Their death was terrifying by their own hand, and it hurt. He can’t take away that pain, those memories. The red god says he wishes those souls find peace wherever he must take them afterwards, or at least, some form of contentment.

“The meaning of life is to give life meaning, at least, that’s what seems to be the consensus.” You rip off that part of the letter, hang it on your wall by your bed.  The other letters you keep in your nightstand, content with the knowledge that there are souls out there like you

It’s hard work, creating meaning for yourself.

The red god takes to visiting you between each letter, says he misses you, the way your soul cries. He tells you that he wishes he could help you quiet it, quiet that raging, terrible storm that hurls you about.

You make him cookies - it’s the only way you know how to say thank you. It’s what your mother taught you, so it may not be right, but the god eats them nonetheless. He likes it when you eat with him, feeding you bites from his cookie, wiping chocolate off of your nose, making you laugh with stupid jokes and a mouth stuffed full of cookies.

Even if some of them are too crunchy, or others too soft, all of them imperfect.

Imperfection is the essence of humanity, he tells you, and it’s more fun eating each cookie with the thought that you’re devouring your imperfections, making yourself whole again, filling up the empty spaces in your soul.

——

Eventually, the crawl back to your feet, rise with the unsteadiness of a toddler. You fall frequently, cry often, but you’re able to get up and try again.

Some days you need to bury yourself in sadness, let yourself feel and feel and hurt. Other days are not so bad, but still tinged  with regret and fear and sadness.

The red god is by your side, gives you something to cling to when you waver.

He is always there.

He will be there when you meet your end.

The god is in no hurry.

You question why he wastes his time on you, hours spent reassuring you, talking to you, tucking you in your bed and leaving glasses of water on your nightstand before taking his leave.

Home is a feeling, not a place. Home is with you - that’s what he tells you. You take his breath away, even though he might not even need to breath because he’s the god of death. HIs thoughts muddle and he trips over his feet and can’t help himself from wanting to hold you.

You learn that even gods yearn for home.

He’s capable of feelings and emotions just like any other human. He may be wiser, and older, able to draw from experience and a deep well of wisdom. But he still feels, and feels deeply.

Just as he gives the earth around him such reverence, he extends that same  attitude when he deals with you.

“Everything I see reminds me of you. When I wake and the sun creeps over the mountains, hesitant, it reminds me of the way that you rise - haltingly, yet it happens nonetheless. The flowers in the field that so steadily grow, you’re like ground they take root in, soft and unstable yet still tenable with the potential for growth. I don’t know, I haven’t exactly held such closeness with a human-“

He trails off, but you think you understand.

Maybe you don’t. It’s hard to relate to a god.

——

A confession occurs, and you’re surprised to learn that the blood-red god of death is in love.

“What did my hands do before they held yours? What did my heart do without all of this love? I can’t hold enough of you, I carry such love for you in my heart.”

With a frail, hopeless human nonetheless.

You don’t know what to tell him, how to explain that you can barely take care of yourself right now, meet your own needs.

But the red god seems to know, seems to understand the way your breath hitches and your eyes widen. One more hug, squeezed tight to his chest while he promises nothing has to change.

Things do change, even if you wish them not to. The world doesn’t bow to your whims, nor the death-god’s.

Innocent touches, his hand on your shoulder, patting your head, offering to rub out the tension in your back after you’ve had a crushing day - they don’t feel so innocent anymore.

The constant survellience still seemed kind, and you knew it was with your best intentions in mind that the god hovered so close, invading every aspect of your life.

But a creeping tendril of unease took hold, and you worried.

Everywhere you turned, he would be there, ready to support you, walk you through anything you wished.

Again, you questioned his commitment. Why? Why you?

“I can’t explain how fond of you I’ve grown. How heat blossomed in my chest as we grew closer. There’s infinite things I wish to say to you, ways for me to express my-my love, but I’ll just let you live.”

He neither killed you nor let you live.

Was it frightening? Maybe. But you had nothing to really live for, lost, searching for your own meaning in a big big world, floundering in an endless sea of sadness and suffering. You weren’t afraid of anything the god could, or would, do to you.

Until you woke up, not knowing where you were, in pitch black.

Arms encircling your shoulders, a soft body beneath your own, holding you tightly, a hand caressing your cheek.

A sun rose, on a strange new land, on the blood-red god gazing at you.

“There seemed to be so much more time for you. But accidents happen, Drivers drink and hearts give out. I was expecting you to grow old, for us to live and love like that, see how you grew through life.”

He looked around this new world, and you vaguely remember what had come before.  A walk along the sidewalk, blaring horns, impact, blood.

“But this will be just as nice. You can stay here with me now. Life can’t cause you anymore pain.”

You don’t feel comforted by those words.  There’s no way for you to know whether this new world would be better than the one you left behind.

[stevesharrlngtons]

a/n: this is 110% inspired by @skarsgard-daydreams and her wonderful eric x reader series unto dead. if you haven't already, GO READ IT, it will change your life.

this is literally just filthy smut. that's it, nothing else, you've been warned why am i nervous? is everyone nervous posting smut? this came out of loving marie's stories with a passion, and wanting to bring some good solo pam smut to the table. with that being said, 18+ and sorry if it sucks lmao ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ enjoy!

Time meant nothing in the dungeon, and even less when you were under Mistress Pam’s rule. It didn’t matter to her if she went against her word and five minutes of spankings turned into fifty. She didn’t care if she promised that after she counted to three you could cum, and then let hours lapse between one and two. And she certainly didn’t care about your opinion on her lack of concern over the loss and fluctuations of time during your sporadic sessions.

Your sessions only happened on the rare occasion Eric was out of town, and the even rarer occasion that he allowed Pam to play with you without him.

Tonight, the stars had a lined and allowed both of the requirements to be met for her to handle his girl all alone. Although, his presence was never really left out of these affairs. The security camera in the corner always reminded Pam, and you, of his omnipresence.

As Pam looked over your restrained naked body now, she knew without even having her maker in the room that he was enjoying himself. Your lithe form shone under candlelight as sweat drenched your skin and wetness slicked between your thighs. Your chest was rising and falling in great succession. You squirmed uselessly in the binds that secured your wrists and ankles to the steel table, as your body subconsciously tried to curl inward for comfort after another orgasm had been cruelly ripped away from you. Pam smirked, lashes batting down at you as she weighed the heavy wand vibrator in her hand.

“Stupid girl, thinking she gets to cum whenever she wants. So greedy,” she ran the wand on low vibration over the length of your form, enjoying greatly the way it made you gurgle and whine, "I own your orgasms, your pussy isn’t allowed to pulse unless I choose to make it do so, correct?”

She rounded your pert nipple with the wand, “Correct?”

“Yes! Yes, Mistress!” you gasped out, knowing that not responding at all would only make your deprivation worse.

“Look at that, maybe you aren’t just a stupid little cunt after all,” she slowly moved the wand away from your nipple to draw it between the valley of your breasts, up your throat and along your cheek, just to press it hard into your jaw and chatter your teeth, “you’ll learn your place one day. Until then, I do enjoy teaching you.”

She said this in a mock sympathy, she said it like you should be grateful for her torture and her lessons.

Though, nothing that had happened this evening was surprising, and you should have mentally prepared yourself for the tribulations she would put you through. The foreplay and the lead up to penetration when you were alone with Pam was always maddening.

“He might be big, but no one fucks like me. We have to make sure you’re really ready,” she’d say in her signature drawl as she’d pull out a new toy to use on you.

“Do you think you’ve had enough?” Pam asked flippantly, pushing the head of the vibrator into your cheek firmly once more before taking it off all together.

This time, you knew better than to answer. Both answers were wrong.

“Let’s check, why don’t we?” she posed it as a question but it was rhetorical. Anything Pam wanted to happen, would.

She turned off the wand and placed it to the side, along with many of the instruments she had already or planned on using on you. Unable to crane your neck far enough to watch her walk to your bottom half, you relied on your peripheral vision and the sound of her stilettos on the concrete to alert you. Soon, you felt her icy soft hands part your thighs wider and the sound of a hum leave her lips.

“Would you look at that?” manicured nails came to spread your lips that were dripping with arousal, “quite the excited little slut, aren’t you? You don’t hate your punishments as much as you let on, it seems.”

Her touch felt so good you could barely control the moan that ripped through your chest when three of her flat fingers started to rub the outside of your pussy.

“That’s right, let that brain of yours melt out of your little cunt. You’re so much better when your Mistress’s little fuck doll and nothing more.”

Pam could smell the delicious aroma of your eager pussy and the sweet blood pumping steadily through your femoral artery. She wanted nothing more than to sink her teeth into your skin and let your oozing blood mix with your arousal so she could slurp up her favorite cocktail. But she knew she had to refrain. Eric was always very strict with her biting his pets, especially when he wasn’t around.

“You just can’t resist, can you?” she chuckled lowly and your breath hitched, “pretending to struggle but soaking yourself between your legs.”

You wanted to reply, you wanted to say anything even if it was just to continue to play into the evening, but the second you felt her fingers breach your center, your brain powered down like a TV set.

“Even wetter inside,” she said in faux surprise, “with no resistance.”

“But you know what, little slut? I think I want more. I want your cunt to drool so much it makes a puddle on the floor for me, and then, but only then, will I think about putting a cock in you.”

The idea of finally being filled had you delirious, and when Pam crooked her fingers and started to pump them inside you, you felt crazed. Her skillful finger tips hooked and rubbed over your g-spot so well, you had the brief worry of passing out cross over you.

“Finally being a good girl, huh? A good little toy for me. You were such an insolent little brat earlier, weren’t you? But after a few hours with mistress, suddenly you're the perfect little pet Daddy and I deserve.”

Her fingers started to pick up their pace, “keep this up and who knows what will happen.”

Faster.

“But you better not cum. You better not even think about that pleasure.”

Faster.

“Because good little pets don’t own their orgasms. No, no they do not.”

Faster.

“Pa- Mistress, please, I-” you stuttered, anxiety started to blossom in your chest as you felt your stomach clench.

“Hold it,” she replied firmly, but didn’t stop her assault.

“I’m gonna- please, slow down!”

“I said to hold it.”

But it was too late, you had already started to tip over the edge before you could do anything else to warn her or ward her off. The way she was hitting your g-spot combined with the heavy edging she had subjected you to made your resistance useless.

The second she felt your muscles tighten hard around her fingers, she saw red. She didn’t even contemplate working you through your orgasm as she immediately pulled her fingers out of you, ruining the euphoria of your high as you were left pulsing around nothing and starved of the release you wanted. An involuntary scream left your lips as you began to thrash hard again, but a hard slap to your thigh stopped you.

“You dirty fucking slut! You’re nothing but a greedy little whore whose cunt rules her. You can’t even follow directions,” she stormed around the table to stand by your face, her hand coming to grip your jaw tight and angle it toward her, “fucking say it.”

You were still trying to catch your breath, to come back to your body as salvia caught in your throat.

Another brutal slap sounded through the room as Pam whacked you across the face with anger and conviction. The sharp sting made tears well in your eyes.

“Do I have to make you say it? Move these useless lips myself? You’re supposed to be a good little toy and yet I still do all the work.”

“I’m, I’m nothing but a greedy, a greedy little whore whose cunt rules her. I can’t even follow directions,” you did your very best to choke out.

“Not even an apology,” she scoffed and dropped your head back to the table with a clang.

“I’m-” but she cut you off.

“Save it. I don’t want to hear another word you have to say. Toys don’t need to talk. They have nothing important to say.”

Tears finally fell over your lash line and streaked your cheeks. But you weren’t ready to tap out yet. You didn’t want to.

“You will prove your atonement to me, and you’ll do it with that tongue of yours buried deep in Mistress’s pussy,” Pam sneered as she slapped your face even harder (if that was possible) in the opposite direction, “you better get to work to prove to me that I should show you any semblance of mercy.”

She started to hike up the latex dress she wore, “and you better get to work. We have a long night ahead of us.”

And you as strange as it may have sounded, you looked forward to it.

xx

i haven't written smut in years, and haven't written good smut maybe ever lmao, so i hope this was up to par! forgive any errors, i wrote and edited this at 2am

once again, plllsss read marie's series (and just everything she writes bc holy fuck are they are all so good) also very much blushing reading this back in the light of day who knows if this stays up lmao

[golbrocklovely]

mind in the gutter // colby brock

A/N: hey... so i haven’t done a blurb/one shot in such a long time. this wasn’t requested by anyone, this is just something i thought of. i know a lot of you are probably waiting for the next chapter of the chosen daughter, only the lonely survive, or the sequel for gyhab but i’m kind holding off on that rn bc i’m not in the mood to write something for them. i kinda just want to write some stuff i’ve had in mind for a while now. that being said... this is probably one of the dirtiest things i’ve ever written... so enjoy ;)

title from song ‘mind in the gutter’ by chris crocker

trigger warning: SMUT, cursing, mentions of being 'slutty’, graphic language

word count: 1145

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There were a lot of perks to dating Colby. He was the sweetest and kindest person I had ever met, and the best boyfriend I ever had. He cared about me a lot, always made sure I was comfortable, and made me feel so loved. I couldn't ask for more.

And as much as I loved his personality, I also loved his looks.

Calling him hot was an understatement most days. He just had a way of making me horny within seconds, and he didn't even have to do much for me to instantly want him.

Today was one of those days.

We were all hanging out at the new Trap House. I was relaxing under the shade of the tiki bar, watching him and Sam jump into the pool, trying to do flips.

The way his bathing suit clung to his thighs... his hair wet and pushed back... his gorgeous smile as he laughed.

Fuck. Me.

I felt myself blush at my thoughts. I don't think this was the time or place to be getting turned on by him. Literally all of his roommates were here. Tara and Kat were too, tanning under the sun in some lounge chairs.

But I couldn't help it.

All I could think about was him coming over here and fucking me against the bar. I could almost feel him slamming into me repeatedly, spanking my ass and pulling my hair as I screamed out his name.

"Woah... okay, even that was a little much." I murmured to myself, stepping back from the bar. I turned around and pulled an ice-cold water bottle out of the cooler, ripping open the top and chugging it.

As I spun back around, I gazed over at Colby. His eyes caught mine, a light smile came to his lips. He slowly climbed out of the pool, grabbing a towel and drying his hair and chest off. I watched as he strutted over to me, causing me to bite my lip.

Damn, he is fucking fine.

"Hey babe. Whatchu staring at?" Colby chuckled, stepping into the tiki bar. He rubbed the towel into the side of his hair.

I shrugged, checking him out. "Just admiring the view."

Colby sassed, lowering the towel. "Oh? You like what you see?"

"Definitely." I whispered, pulling the towel. His feet followed. Once he was close, I leaned up and kissed him deeply. My hands snaked up his torso, landing on his neck and pulling him in closer. He hummed against my mouth.

He backed up, ending the kiss too soon. "What was that for?"

"I don't know. I'm just in one of those moods." I replied, my hands drifting to my sides.

"What kind of mood?" Colby asked.

"The kind where all I want you to do is fuck me." I stated bluntly.

He choked. "Uhh... what?"

"You heard me." I teased.

"You... you can't say shit like that, baby." He sighed.

"Why?" I taunted.

"Because how am I supposed to hear that and not get turned on?" His pupils dilated as he closed the gap between us.

I gazed up and down his torso, memorizing the curves of his hips and abs. The way his v-lines dipped low made my mouth water. I could feel my breathing quicken as I stared at his chest and neck, still wet from the pool. All I could think about was sucking on his neck and nipping at his collarbone.

"I want you to take me. Right now." I responded breathlessly.

Colby's eyebrows raised, his hands landing on my waist. "Where? Here?"

"Sure. Where ever you want me. Fuck me in front of everybody. Let them know how good you give it to me." I uttered, gripping his forearms.

He groaned, dropping his head. "Babe."

"I really need you, Colby. Please. I'm fucking dripping for you." I pled.

His eyes darkened at my words, his voice low and deep. "Are you?"

I nodded. "Please, just touch me. I need some relief."

"What about-" He started.

"No one can see us in here. Please fuck me with your fingers. I need them. I need you." I huffed desperately, my hands cupping his face and bringing it close to mine.

"Fuck." Colby looked around, realizing none of his friends were even paying attention to us. He slid his fingers into my bathing suit, finding my clit instantly.

I whimpered as his thumb massaged my clit, his middle and ring slowly slipping into me.

"Fuck, you're soaked." He gasped.

I swallowed, holding back a moan. "I told you. I've been thinking about you all day."

"You have?" His eyes landed on mine.

"Yeah. God, Colby. Everything you do is so fucking sexy." I confessed.

Colby sped up his fingers' pace, his eyes glancing away for a moment to look at everyone behind us. "So you've been here getting turned on by me without me even doing anything to you?"

"Yessss. Shit, baby, you’re so good with your hands." I trembled, my nails digging into his neck.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He hissed.

I panted. "Yes."

"Right here? Is that how desperate you are for me?" Colby growled.

I moaned. "Mm-Hmm."

"You'd let me fuck you while everyone can see us?" He smirked.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered, holding back sounds that wanted to escape my lips.

"Do you know how slutty and hot you sound? …All because you want my cock." Biting his lip and speeding up his fingers, he slipped them into my dripping pussy faster and faster.

"Baby, please take me. I know you want me." I glided my hand down to his growing bulge, rubbing him through his bathing suit.

He snatched my hand away, holding it down against the bar behind me. "I'm gonna make you cum first. Then I'm gonna take you inside and fuck you until you can't walk."

"God, that's all I want." I begged.

He questioned. "How close are you?"

"I'm right fucking there." I admitted passionately.

"I can't wait to pound this tight cunt of yours. I gonna make you cum so hard." Colby grunted, his fingers thrusting into me harder and harder.

"Fuck, oh my God." I cried out, trying not to be loud as I edged.

"Make any noise and everyone will know you're cumming around my fingers. Is that what you want, baby?" He dared cockily, curling his fingers and hitting my sweet spot.

I whined, bucking my hips against his hand. "God, I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me babygirl."

Colby pushed himself up against me, his fingers going even deeper as I came. My body quaked and shivered against him, biting my lip hard to hold back from screaming. I gripped his shoulders tight, almost unable to hold myself up.

As my orgasm started to subside, Colby pressed his lips to my ear.

"Go upstairs and get ready for me."

| part two >>

[incomprehensiblelentils]

@dollsome-does-tumblr​ does this and opened it up to anyone and I am feeling chatty today SO!

Because I co-write a lot with my lovely wife, I might answer some questions including those co-written stories, or I might not, depends on how I feel when I get there.

name:

Megan but I go by Lentils most places on the internet, Shadowcrawler over on AO3

fandoms:

at the moment: MCU, especially Agents of SHIELD and Daredevil; Terminator: Dark Fate; Halt and Catch Fire. Oh and I wrote Dollhouse fanfics a thousand years ago. Sometimes I will watch a movie/show and think “those two girls should be gay” and bang out 2k of fic about it and then never write for that fandom again. (I THOUGHT this was going to be HACF but as it turns out, no, it’s not done with me yet.)

where you post:

AO3, at Shadowcrawler. I also have a tumblr @lentils-writes​ where theoretically I post links to fics/advertise them in the tags, because I used to be real precious about not putting porn on this blog, but fuck it.

most popular multi-chapter fic:

Co-written, it’s definitely mallverse, which is I think the reason most writers definitely hate us because it’s very long and there are a lot of tags lmao. The problem is that every tagged character HAS shown up in a significant fashion at some point so we can’t just...untag them! It doesn’t update weekly anymore because we’re exhausted by life lmao so at least there’s that???

As for a multi-chapter fic that was just me, I don’t tend to do that so much, so actually it’s say you will, my 3-chapter Endgame fix-it where Clint dies instead of Natasha and Natasha and Laura have a past. It actually has over 1000 hits which is very exciting! I feel like it’s...niche in a way that is frustrating but understandable lol. I put a lot of my heart into it and some people really liked it, so that’s gratifying.

favorite story you’ve written so far:

Co-written, I think our SHIELD Dollhouse AU is very underrated for the amount of work we put into it. Author bias evident here because I love Dollhouse warts and all, and it’s a lot of fun translating episode plots as well as the general trajectory of the show into stuff that will work with SHIELD characters. We don’t just rewrite episodes, we really try and rework them as needed. Also it features both Skimmons and my beloved rarepair Bobbi/Kara, though of course they won’t get together until later.

Of my own stuff, I’m still really really proud of the AU where Kara Palamas didn’t die. I think that was a pretty severe misstep of the show and I think I did a good job of fixing it. (I haven’t forgotten Kara, promise!)

fic you were nervous to post:

lolololol I wrote some uh. Terminator pornography last year and. They are very porny! I had co-written a bunch of smut obviously, but that was the first time I’d posted like, PWP all by myself on purpose??? and that was TERRIFYING. Also I was very nervous to post the Engame fix-it because that was my own personal goodbye/tribute to Natasha.

how you choose your titles:

They are always either song lyrics or jokes (such as Three Lawyers and a Baby, my Daredevil Accidental Baby Acquisition fic). My WIP docs are always titled either obvious shit like “RoseJannah horse girls” or memes like “what if we belonged to a fire cult and we fucked haha just kidding unless...?” or “Morgan has two mommies.”

do you outline?:

B and I typically outline for the co-written fics, although it’s more often chapter-by-chapter outlines since that’s how we write them. On occasion we’ve fully planned multi-chapter stuff out in advance but that’s less common. Oh and the one-shots are nearly always outlined as well, just to keep ourselves organized.

When I have written planned multi-chapter fics in the past I have used outlines - particularly for the Kara one and I had to do that for the SHIELD Kill Bill AU because I was trying to follow the format of the movie. For things that are allegedly supposed to be one-shots I almost never outline, which turns out to be a terrible idea when they inevitably balloon beyond my control and become 45k like say you will. That one, I wrote out a list of scenes I thought needed to be in it and then I wrote about 75% of those scenes and then I wrote a bunch more scenes I hadn’t planned for. Don’t be like me, kids!

complete fics:

According to AO3, 89 as of right now. Uh, you do not want me to list all of them, here’s a link, I guess!

in progress:

I don’t understand what the difference is between this question and the WIP questions lmao help????

posted WIPs that I have active plans to continue at this time:

Cowritten: mallverse as I said, and its femslash smut oneshots spinoff and character flashbacks spinoff and older characters/teachers spinoff (these get updated, uh, irregularly), the first half of a Piper/Snowflake SHIELD s7 fic that we are planning on finishing the second half of soonish, SHIELD Dollhouse AU, SHIELD Teen Beach AU, SHIELD Buffy AU. You may notice a pattern!

By myself, I have: Have Your Elf a Merry Little Christmas, a Terminator Hallmark Christmas fic that I ambitiously posted the first chapter of in 2019 and then lost steam immediately (I am going to go back to it sooner or later bc I had some cute ideas for it); the SHIELD Fate of the Furious AU that has one chapter to go and which I do intend on finishing eventually; Three Lawyers and a Little Lady, the Daredevil Accidentally Baby Acquisition AU that is literally just cute kidfic and poly avocados and which I have a bunch of ideas for and just need to buckle down and finish some.

posted WIPs that I have given up on:

Lol so there’s a Dollhouse Caroline/Bennett Doctor Who AU that I wrote purely as idfic and which nobody ever cared about except me, and I think that ship has sailed! RIP darlings. I also had an ongoing Skimmons series waaaay back when where I posted oneshots that were like missing scenes or gay readings for each s1 episode, and I just feel like it would be inauthentic to even try and finish it at this point. (It does include the first ever Skimmons fic to be posted on AO3! Really truly, there’s one fic that shows up as older but it’s an ongoing fic and was updated with the tag way after I posted mine.)

exchange fics due soon/unrevealed:

I haven’t done an exchange since like 2015 lololol I am so bad at them. I am currently working on finishing up my MCU Femslash bingo card, very late, and I do have plans for almost all of the remaining squares!

WIPs that live in my fanfic folder and are incomplete and who knows when they’ll be finished:

“RoseJannah horse girls,” which has been put on hold temporarily but is literally just Rose and Jannah being gay while riding orbaks

half of a Daisy/Gwen fic from Marvel Rising because I know they’re not making any more of those but I stg those two were really gay

multiple fics about Elise Nelson-Page including: avocados Halloween with smol Elise, Aunt Elektra very reluctantly taking smol Elise shopping until she realizes smol Elise also likes weapons (she buys her a fake katana), Uncle Frank is a pushover and spoils the shit out of Elise, and baby Elise has a high fever and everyone freaks out but then she gets better and smile at them for the first time (inspired by baby me lol).

coming soon/not yet started:

“Morgan has two mommies,” yet another Endgame fix-it where Maya Hansen did not die in Iron Man 3 and she resurfaces and she and Pepper kiss and eventually she adopts Morgan

Claire and Colleen go on a nice date to get coffee/tea where Danny doesn’t interrupt them goddammit

Bobbi/Kara Warehouse 13 AU which is sort of like “For the Team” but gayer ft. grappling hook

X-Men: Evolution Tabby/Amara fluff

Cameron/Donna character study disguised as smut

Grace proposes to Dani with a ring made out of the metal from her power source and Carl officiates the wedding 

Dani gets horny watching Grace eat a peach and jerks off and Grace ends up hearing her and then they fuck (I have been calling this “the peach fic” in my head but I gotta stop being delicate about it lmfao it is just porn)

B and I have plans to do a Nico/Karolina Jasper in Deadland AU but we keep forgetting

I MUST WRITE FOGGY AND KAREN SADLY FUCKING IN A CHURCH WHILE THEY MOURN MATT THIS YEAR I STG

do you accept prompts:

uhhhhhh I have on occasion written a prompt for someone before but it’s pretty rare and I have enough trouble writing the shit I come up with in my own head lol. but never say never?

upcoming story you are most excited to write:

I’ve got a bit of the Bobbi/Kara Warehouse fic written and it’s nice to go back to that world. Also I’m weirdly excited about the Cam/Donna smutty character study I mentioned above, I have a lot of what I think are good ideas for it and it’ll be fun.

tagging @unwind-myself @swiftzeldas @swashbucklery @loved-the-stars-too-fondly and, if you want to, you!

[themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy]

Heyyy! Can u do something about mob!Tom watching his girlfriend mob!reader killing someome for the first time and he gets extremely excited and proud and then there's some smutty to celebrate?

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 Tom had taken you to a lot of shooting ranges when he first got together with you

When you had gotten together, you were basically initiated into his gang of sorts and he wanted to make sure that you could defend yourself if need be

Now

You were a pretty good aim

You were able to hit still targets dead on with any type of weapon you could think of

Any type of gun, any type of knife, a frickin rock if you threw if hard enough

You were real good at aiming

And of course Tom was already sososo proud of you

“Babe! That was amazing, that was a moving target and you still hit the bullseye!”

“Really Tom, it’s not that hard, I just finally figured out that you have to aim for where your target is going to be, not where it is.”

“I’m so proud of you!”

He made the mistake of saying that in front of one of his men who laughed at how soft he was

You still haven’t heard from him to this day

Wonder where he went :’)

You and Tom are on a date at the park, you’re just walking around and chatting

And you don’t realize that you’re being surrounded until it’s already happened

But Tom always has a gun on him and he makes you keep one whenever you go outside just in case

He’s never been more proud of a decision

The guys that have you surrounded didn’t count on the both of you being armed so none of them had their guns out

Dummies

Tom really just sighs smh

But he rips his gun out of it’s holster and watches you do the same

“Don’t shoot unless you have to, remember what I taught you, the butt of the gun is a hell of a weapon in itself, and I know you’re skilled at fistfighting. Just be careful.”

You nodded as you slowly turned around each other in the circle, keeping watch on all of the men surrounding you

One of them lunged at you from the side and the fiGHT COMMENCED

Tom caught the guy himself but you caught his fist

In your face

You kneed him in a place where no man should be kneed and then shoved him to the side

The second man that came at you you were able to trip, and then you shoved his face into the grass and dirt

With your foot

On his head

:’)

It wasn’t until the fourth or fifth guy that you were in trouble, your arm having been slashed open by a stick that the third attacker had been brandishing

The newest man grabbed you by your bleeding arm, sinking his fingers into your flesh and squeezing as hard as he could

He held you tight in his arms and no matter how much your screamed, or squirmed in his arms he wouldn’t give up

Your gun was slid up into your sleeve a bit and you slid it down into the palm of your hand

Once again, you jammed the gun into a place where a gun should never be jammed which made the guy release you

He was mad

He grabbed Tom and made a break for it

Your boyfriend was hella strong and hella powerful but the guy was like twice his height and all muscle

You chased after them and tried to calculate whether or not the bullet would get to Tom if you shot the man in the back 

When the guy tossed Tom in his van there was no other option, and you fired the gun three times, two of the bullets hitting the man and the other just barely missing him as he swayed side to side from the previous two bullets

Once the guy was for sure down, you ran over and grabbed Tom out of the van

He was sitting, checking his arms and legs for bad injuries

He saw you coming and smiled super bright at you awh

“Babe! That was absolutely perfect! You didn’t fire when you didn’t have to and you got 2/3 to hit him! You only missed the third bc he collapsed! I’m so proud of you, you’re learning so quickly!”

I don’t write smut but I can hint at it for you my dudes it was a long night 

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radio | s.m

summary: shawn’s your best friend, but you can literally cut the tension with a knife. the thing is, will you do something about it? gif credit: @mendes-shawn

warnings: smut (lol oops), language, shitty writing bc i literally haven’t written in months

wc: 1.9k

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the clouds covered the sun that was happily shining down on the city of toronto, trying it’s best to melt the cold, icey snow and bring a hint of warmth. your phone buzzed in the back pocket of your jeans, causing you to turn your attention from the movie playing in front of you, leaning up to grab it from the back pocket.

 your lockscreen lit up with a picture of you and your best friend, shawn. the picture was taken by a stranger at the same ice rink you went to one night, the same stranger called you two a “perfect match” which led you both to explain to the kind soul that you were only friends. 

you slid the notification to the right, unlocking your phone as you read the message:

shawn💚: buzz me up? x

y/n: nah i’ll let you freeze xoxo

shawn💚: thats rude smh

you chuckled before tossing your phone onto the couch cushion, walking over to the buzzer that sat on the wall, pressing the button before unlocking the door, knowing he’d be cold and rush into your apartment.

shortly after, your door opened and you spotted a mess of curly brown hair. he shut the door behind him, turning the lock like you usually do. he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

this is when you catch your first look at him, his shirt was ripped down the front and the black jeans that sat nicely on his hips made you swallow thickly. you had no idea, but the way he looked, wild curls, neck exposed more than usual, made your skin hot.

“the hell happened to your shirt?” you asked as he plopped down next to you on the couch. his chocolate brown eyes met yours, pupils large before he looked down at the tear in his shirt.

“i was trying to stretch the neck a bit, and it just ripped. it’s kinda cool tho, eh?” he asked, eyes flicking back to yours. you nodded, breathing in sharply.

“yeah,” you nodded,”looks like you got into a fight.”

“and chics dig that, right?” he asked, an eyebrow shooting up. you scoffed, a soft smile finding it’s way to your lips. you hated to admit it, but he was right. he looked extremely attractive like that, the way it exposed the chest hair he had and the necklace that hung loosely around his neck. he looked irresistible, but you couldn’t do anything about it. he was your best friend, and only your best friend. 

you turned your attention back to the movie playing in front of you, still feeling his eyes on you as you tried to pay no attention to it. when the movie had finished, you looked over at the boy who was busy typing on his phone. he felt your gaze, looking up at you.

“what?” he asked softly, almost too scared to speak up. you shook your head, eyes still locked on his.

“nothing,” you breathed out, voice shaky,”what do you want for dinner?”

he shrugged,”i can order and have it delivered?”

“sounds good,” you said before sitting up,”i’ll be back.”

he nodded and you got up and walked to the bathroom, quickly shutting and locking the door. you stared at yourself in the mirror, thoughts whirling through your brain about how stupidly good he looked. you could hear him call and order from your favorite restaurant before you turned on the cold water, leaning down and splashing it onto your face. you sighed, grabbing the towel and wiping your face.

shawn was your best friend, nothing more.

you turned to the door, unlocking it and opening it, jumping when you met his tall figure.

“oh, shit, sorry-”

he cut you off before you could finish your sentence. the feeling of his lips pressed against yours flooded your mind, causing your heart to stop. after processing what was happening, you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving into the kiss.

there’s no turning back now.

his tongue swept against your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you gladly gave him. his tongue roamed around in your mouth as his hands found your thighs, grabbing at them.

he pulled away from the kiss,”jump.”

you did as he said, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his hips. he grabbed at your ass, a moan slipping past your lips and into his mouth, causing his heart to skip a beat. 

he walked down the short hallway, making his way to your bedroom where he kicked the door open softly with his foot, knowing your apartment like the back of his hand. he placed you down on the bed, slipping between your legs as you scooted up so that your head hit the soft pillows. you heart was pounding against your ribs, your core aching for the attention you craved. 

“shawn, are you sure about this?” you asked, fingers running through his hair as his lips found your neck. he licked a long stripe down the side of your neck, causing you to close your eyes in bliss.

“it’s all i’ve ever thought about,” he said,”jus’ finally grew the balls to do it.”

your stomach filled with butterflies as his hands roamed up the sweatshirt you threw on this morning. his hands were warm and soft against your skin, letting you let out a happy sigh.

“can i?” he asked, referring to your hoodie. you nodded, running a hand down his face which was already starting to heat up, his cheeks rosey. 

“you don’t have to even ask,” you said,”i trust you.”

he nodded, pulling the material up your body before tugging it over your head and tossing it onto the plush carpet. you smiled at him as he scanned over your body with hooded eyes, he was in awe. you scratched at his scalp, causing him to close his eyes for a split second before catching your eyes.

he leaned down, pressing kisses onto the bare skin of your stomach, causing you to whimper at how close he was to where you wanted him. you tugged at his curls, causing him to let out a low growl. he kissed up your breasts, leaving a purple mark, claiming you as his. 

his hands traveled to your back, unhooking your bra and slipping it off before tossing it to the floor. he buried his face into your neck, leaving delicate kisses.

“you’re fucking gorgeous, y/n.” he mumbled against your warm skin. you smiled, hands roaming over his t-shirt. he leaned up, letting your hands roam over his chest. you grabbed the two parts where the shirt had ripped and tugged, ripping the cloth into two as his abs became exposed. 

“good thing i planned on trashing this shirt anyway.” he joked, causing you to chuckle as he tossed the cloth onto the ground as well. you worked on his belt buckle as his heart pounded against the fingertips that trailed over his upper body.

“y/n,” he sighed, throwing his head back when you let your hand brush against him,”stop teasing.”

you bit down on your lower lip, watching as he took the black denim off his body, throwing it to the side. he then worked on your jeans, unzipping them before tugging them down your legs, tossing them with the rest of the clothing on the floor.

he let himself grind against you as you felt him through your panties, letting him mark up your skin with his mouth.

“shawn,” you moaned,”i need you, right now.”

he took no time to comply, slipping his fingers in the waistband of your panties before tugging them off, tossing them over his shoulder. he let his head dip to your breasts as he slipped a finger between your folds, feeling how wet you already were for him.

you whimpered, it slowly turning into a moan as his finger pressed against your clit, causing you to buck your hips up into his torso. he smirked against your skin.

“so wet for me, baby.”

you reached down, tugging at the waistband of his calvin’s before tugging them down, letting him slip them the rest of the way off and toss them aside. he pressed against your core, causing you to whimper.

“do you have a condom?” he asked and you leaned over, grabbing the box from the drawer of your nightstand. you fished one out, turning back and handing it to him. 

he was quick to tear open the package before slipping it onto his length, lining up at your entrance while pumping himself a few times. he met your eyes.

“are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked, wanting to hear you give him permission one more time, not wanting to do something you didn’t want him to do. you nodded, smiling as you held his cheek in your palm, his face nuzzling against it.

“yes, i’m sure, shawn.”

he nodded before getting into position, your hand moving up to his curls as he slowly pushed himself inside you, the both of you moaning at the new feeling. he gave you time to adjust, wanting to make sure you were comfortable before he continued.

“shawn,” you said,”move, please.”

he nodded, complying as he started to move in and out of you, his hips meeting yours as you let out a moan, tugging on his curls which caused him to nuzzle his face into your neck.

“fuck, you’re so tight.”

you let out a moan, your hand slipping between your bodies as it trailed to your clit, rubbing circles against it, causing you to arch your back. shawn quickly caught on, pushing your hand aside to replace it with his, rubbing harsh circles. you moaned loudly.

“shit, shawn,” you said, grabbing onto his bicep as he pounded into you, his breathing becoming heavy as he let out a moan.

“fuck,” he mumbled, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. the kiss was messy, moans slipping past lips and teeth clashing. this was something the two of you craved, and now that it was finally happening, you were on cloud nine.

“shawn, i’m close.” you said, feeling the warmth in your stomach as the knot formed. he nodded, pressing his forehead against yours. 

“go ahead, baby,” he said,”come for me, babygirl.”

with a few more harsh circles against your clit, you were coming undone around him. the feeling of your walls clenching around him sending him into his own climax as he twitched inside you, filling the condom.

you rode out your highs before he carefully pulled out of you, tossing the condom into the garbage can that sat across your room. he slipped his boxers on before handing you your panties and your hoodie, climbing back into bed with you.

“what just happened?” you asked, swallowing as you looked up at the ceiling fan that spun around above the two of you.

“i don’t know,” he said,”but i don’t regret it.”

you turned at looked at him to see he was already looking at you. you smiled, rolling over so that you were on top of him. his hands found your hips, gripping them tightly as you straddled them.

“i don’t either.” you smiled. he smiled back at you before leaning up and pressing a kiss to your lips. you chuckled against him as he rolled so that you were under him again, lips attacking your face.

“god, i love you.” he said, his curls wild.

you smiled,”i love you, shawn.”

* sorry it’s not tom/peter*

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[habibialkaysani]

1, 8, 31, 40, 44 and 53 for the writing meme :-)

eeeeeep thank you for all of these :D

1. Favourite place to write.

lmaooooo well. by far my most productive writing days are when I’m on a train. I usually have limited internet, no interruptions and it’s quiet, and I get a lot done as a result. plus if I’m writing smut there’s this added giggling every five minutes bc no one knows I’m writing smut apart from me and that’s just. really funny to me for some reason lol.

but alas I don’t go on a lot of long train journeys nowadays, so the next favourite is definitely my bed with the lights off. I get most of my writing done on my phone and then I edit on my laptop, so I’m usually lying in bed when I get the better ideas.

8. Favourite trope to write.

see with me I don’t know if I really do a lot of tropes in my actual writing as much as I enjoy reading them. I have still never written a coffee shop au, lol. but I mean one thing I keep coming back to is the idea of soulmates across the multiverse and I’m so heavily invested in that for lauryssa that I have headcanons for various earths in my head rn.

31. Hardest character to write.

hmm idk. maybe rip, actually, because it’s really hard to strike a balance between him being an east londoner who is a disaster time dad and then his sort of formality that he usually has in his speech? I’ve never quite got the hang of his voice, basically.

40. Original Fiction or Fanfiction, and why?

ah I feel bad saying this bc I haven’t read a lot of fic lately, but it has to be original fiction at this particular moment in time. I’ve discovered some total gems during my jobhunt as a result of looking up some authors that the literary agencies I’ve been applying to represent, and they’ve reminded me how much I absolutely love reading novels of various kinds. currently I’m in the middle of a novel called disobedience which I believe is also a movie now, and I’m honestly so completely blown away by the beauty of the prose. having said that, there are fic writers who knock my socks off in the same way, like you, ofc, and also @dutchjohns (I seriously would love to know how she comes up with all those beautiful turns of phrase because GUHHHHH) as well as some of my inspirations to try different things in my writing, my friends @crollalanzaa and @karasunovolleygays when we were in the hp fandom together and they both wrote a ton of rarepairs and did a wonderful job with dialogue in particular which is why I think I like writing it so much. for sure fanfic has made me a better writer and I’ll always be grateful for that. but yeah rn I do like reading original fiction and I have an idea for a novel that i might commit to. who knows.

44. Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

I mean, when @stungunmilly2 mentioned that I was giving away a bit too much in terms of exposition I think that was a great bit of advice because I never know with that and I didn’t even realise it was really an issue until I went to a writing class this one time. 

but also in my most recent killjoys fic, I had a number of people tell me that they didn’t ship dutch and johnny romantically and yet the strength of my writing kinda swayed them or at least made them understand why I shipped them like that. and I think that’s a big deal because it takes a lot to even read something that you don’t ship, let alone say that you enjoyed it and were convinced by it. so yeah. :)

53. What does writing mean to you?

it’s my one release and escape from the shitty world we live in, lol. and in all honesty I would be very, very lost if I didn’t have some kind of outlet, and I’m glad I have this because I need it like air. and when I have bad days re my self esteem and how good/bad a writer I am (usually bad), sometimes I have to remind myself that I’m doing this primarily for me. everything else comes secondary to that, really.

writing ask meme

[lovingnikiforov]

Regarding “All Dolled Up”

Hello to anyone currently reading where your loyalties lies! I recently received a question regarding the companion fic/extra posted to AO3 titled All Dolled Up and I wanted to address it here as well in case there are similar questions floating out there. 

I won’t be sharing this specific conversation because the question was posed with the best intentions, I understand where the reader was coming from, and my explanation cleared up some of the confusion. 

Essentially, it was suggested that I delete All Dolled Up as an extra and make it an interlude within the main story of the fic instead. I was also asked to explain my reasons for why I posted it as a separate work. My response is placed below the cut due to both fics being rated ‘Explicit’ and because this is a long post. Spoiler warning for chapter 13 of where your loyalties lie, please don’t read this if you still are planning to catch up on the fic because it contains a big spoiler.

If anyone does have particular questions about a decision I made in the story, please don’t hesitate to message me directly as I’m always happy to explain what I can.

As mentioned above I don’t want to share the conversation so I’ll just be paraphrasing the main points made:

In the main story, Chuuya goes home annoyed and wakes up in bed annoyed because sex didn’t wear him out.

The revelation about Dazai and the taunt about Chuuya ‘spreading his ligs for his parents’ murderer’ would be more intense with the vivid memory of All Dolled Up

It would amplify the sensation of him feeling used.

To be blunt, I will not be adding this companion to the main story unless there is a drastic change in how I want the big picture of the fic to be. I have made deliberate choices on what exists within the main plot of the fic based on where I want the story to go.

Because it was never something I planned to write, this scene would cut into the pacing and flow of the story I'm trying to create. I’ve used interludes for past stories but that doesn’t fit with the style of story I’m experimenting with. This is my only skk chapter fic to be in present tense because I want the fic to feel fast-paced and almost alive. Flashbacks and interludes are two things I’m trying to limit my use of as much as possible to this same end.

I wrote the extra because it was requested, and whenever possible I love to write extra snippets based on what people are asking to see. Unless it was something that I intended to put in the story or adding it will be negligible in the story’s pacing/tone, I will not add those extras to the main story.

Additionally, the above reasoning for why it should exist in the main story works against the characterization of Chuuya I'm been trying to build as well as the tone I want the story to have. 

Despite wyll being rated Explicit, it is my hope that by the close of the story the focus is firmly on the emotional aspects of their relationship rather than the sexual. Really only the people who have been following me on tumblr for a while (like dazaisosmu days) would know this, but I don’t particularly enjoy writing smut. It wasn’t in my other skk fics because I prefer to skip over explicit sex scenes when I can get away with it. The addition of smut in this story does not stem from people’s requests to read more smut from me (bc if it was I’d be doing a shoddy job since I’ve written 2 smut scenes in almost 100k words) but it’s because there are particular shifts in Dazai and Chuuya’s relationship I want to foster and highlight when one or the other is at their most honest. They can lie to each other until they’re blue in the face, but there are tells written into these sex scenes that indicate the true intentions or emotions of at least one of them. All Dolled Up does not represent a shift in their relationship as it maintains the stalemate that’s already been established, and there’s no significant tell about how Dazai or Chuuya feel about each other so it doesn’t follow the pattern I’m creating.

Yes, Shōhei made a taunt about Dazai and Chuuya's sexual relationship in chapter thirteen, but that’s more indicative of Shōhei than it is of Chuuya. In previous chapters, Shōhei has made similar derisive comments about their relationship. In chapter thirteen, Chuuya does not acknowledge the sexual taunt because his focus is on the revelation of Dazai’s part in his parent’s deaths.

There's a lot of emotions and sensations Chuuya is feeling at the end of the latest wyll chapter and I do not want him 'feeling used' to be the main takeaway (or even a tertiary one). This will make more sense when the next chapter is posted and as the story progresses because there's still a handful of reveals that I haven't disclosed yet. In a broad sense, the Chuuya I’ve been trying to write and the Chuuya I hope you’re seeing is someone who works extremely hard to have his own agency and is unwilling to be played with. Chapter 13 does include a single sentence about Chuuya's 'skin crawling', however the paragraph just before the close of the chapter is where I would like to draw your attention to:

The fact that Dazai spent weeks playing an equal partner, shaped his lips to form murmured praises, to suggest he values Chuuya more than the Nakahara-kai while his hands were soaked with the blood of Chuuya’s parents is more than a dagger to the back. It twists deep into Chuuya’s core, ripping through every moment of honest vulnerability he ever allowed Dazai to witness and tearing what fragile strands of trust were starting to form.

When the dust settles with the story, where the relationship between Dazai and Chuuya stands is going to boil down to trust more than anything they do in the bedroom.

[frenchibi]

Author About Me

Tagged by @oisugasuga​, thank you so much :DD

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

French (me) + Chibi (small, which I am) = frenchibi (yeah I’m unimaginative w/e)

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos)

It’s Fix Me, my first iwaoi fic, probably because it’s been up longest ^^ (But! Burning Heart is coming closer and closer :D)

3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

Bunch of waves bc I love the ocean lmao

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

I’ve pretty much become friends with my regular/favorite commenters (because my favorites are those who START CONVERSATIONS & DISCUSSIONS ABOUT MY IDEAS) so - you know who you are xD

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

I’ve got a rec tag :D

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

157 bookmarks (all of which I also recommend) and, uh. A LOT of subscriptions.

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

Domestic fluff, honestly. Although I’ve been trying to diversify.

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

171 user subs (730 in total), 2165 bookmarks :0 (and yet, my comments ratio is small ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

Haha nope I write whatever I want honestly, it’s my account? Where I share what I want to? ^^

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

Did you mean: Actually finishing a fic that’s more than one chapter

No, actually there are many genres I don’t think I’m very proficient at. I’m working on reading more and analysing more so I can try my hand at different things.

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

50% iwaoi, 30% other fandoms and rarepairs, 20% original writing :’D But I’m planning on increasing the latter two a lot. Yes.

12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

71! 64 for Haikyuu, one each for Harry Potter, Les Mis, Fantastic Beasts and Thor Ragnarök, and three original ones! :D (support me here! Comment, kudos, share! :D)

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

over 200 in several different programs :’D No chill whatsoever lol

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

Write them down - though recently I’m trying to write stuff while I feel it instead of jotting it down for later.

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

I’ve done several collabs with @josai, and I’m planning some with @hajiiwa and @ricekrispyjoints! :D (and I had a bunch more planned with other people but they might be a while so ^^) Also i am always open to more collabs because I LOVE THEM!!! hmu!

16. How did you discover AO3?

Uhhh… through tumblr I think…? Like years ago, back when I was in the Spn fandom. I didn’t write for Spn though (at least nothing that I published), and I was active on ff.net before under a different name.

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

I think I’ve peaked and now I’m just… slowly being forgotten ^^ But that’s fine. I used to be.. reasonably well-known I guess? I don’t know. In my corner of the fandom, at least. Nowadays less and less people read and comment on my fics and original works, but I guess that’s how it goes sometimes. I’m happier now though, because I really like what I’m writing.

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

HAH no I’m not nearly popular enough for that.

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

I had friends who wrote and inspired me all through school, but the author who always inspired me was J.K. Rowling because her books taught me to dream. HP was the first English book I read (and I learned to read German first, at school, while my mom taught me English at home) and I’ll never forget how empowering it felt, both because I read it myself and because of its contents. These days there are A BUNCH of authors I love, like Patrick Ness, Alice Munro, Michael Cunningham, Khaled Hosseini and many more!

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

Don’t try to please anyone other than yourself. Don’t be afraid to just… experiment, and if you don’t like what you’ve created, START OVER! Practice will make you better. Also, there is no “right way” to write, and there is no “wrong way”. Everyone finds their own, and it’s easiest to do that by trying out many different forms. I’d suggest writing exercises like taking a pen and not letting yourself stop writing for 5 minutes, no matter WHAT. Alternatively, make mind maps or plans or lists of stuff you want to talk about, and try out different styles? Take a topic and write a poem, an essay, a newspaper article, a horror story, a romance - whatever. See where your mind takes you. Writing has infinite opportunities.

What I also enjoy, as an artsy sort of person, is combining writing with other things I like to do. Like painting words into pictures I’ve drawn or sketched, or trying my hand at writing song lyrics. You’ll find something you can call your preferred medium - fanfic isn’t all there is, but it’s a great place to start and to hone your skills! :D

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

Both, it depends on the story.

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

Nope, not really? I’ve been disappointed, but the “worst” thing that’s happened were misunderstandings that I was able to clear up easily. In the end a comment (either way) is someone’s opinion, and I don’t have to agree with it. I’m always happy that people share theirs - but I don’t take disagreements personally.

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

Only ones i haven’t practiced enough tbh.

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

Like 50 at the same time. I want to do a giveaway soon tbh, if I reach 600 followers :D Until then I’m just. Writing what I feel like.

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

I’m always working on at least 3 at the same time lol

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

I did start the year with a goal to post one fic every week, and I managed all the way through June, but then my depression got worse and I needed that pressure gone. Now I just write when I feel like it and honestly I feel much better for it.

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

Oh, CERTAINLY. I’ve been writing for near 15 years now xD And I started writing in German. I’ve come a long way since then - and a lot of it is because I read a lot.

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

Idk, I’m very proud of my original works.

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

…there are old ones (on old accounts, and unpublished) that are cringey but I let them be because they helped me grow ^^

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

Hopefully less active in fanfiction and publishing short stories? Idk. I mean, I still care about fandom so I probably will never completely abandon it but, well. (I also want to focus more on work - translating - because I have goals that I want to accomplish.)

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

When you feel what you’re writing. It’s… realest, then, I think, and it flows for me.

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

Finishing long projects. rip, my attention span is so tiny

33. Why do you write?

Because I have things to say that I think are worth sharing.

Ahhh thank you so much for this tag, it was really interesting!! I’m tagging @hajiiwa, @marleeb, @astersandstuffs,  @cheetahleopard, @ricekrispyjoints, @arturosavinni, @lalikaa, @josai, @ailarii and @anyadisee!

[golbrocklovely]

only the lonely survive // colby brock - chapter twenty-one: make it feel like the first time

A/N: okay... so i suggest you read my update so you can understand why this is super late. also, two lovely reasons why this wasn’t up on time (bc anxiety and depression couldn’t just be it) is my laptop crashed while i writing this AND ALSO this whole thing is a sex scene. i’ve never truly written pure smut before, but i hope it’s okay. lmk if it sucks lol also lmk what you think of the story so far. alrighty... on with the smut.

description of the story

taglist:  @ajosieface , @localsleeper , @julyrubyrose , @far-to-many-bands , @absolute-randomness-forever

trigger warning: IT’S LITERALLY JUST SMUT

word count: 1933

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DAY 12/14

"Fuck, I need a break." I mumbled to myself, tossing my laptop off me and walking to the kitchen.

I had been editing, answering emails, and doing general work things all day. I was bored, tired... but mostly bored.

I needed something to do that wasn't work. I would have hung out with Casey, but she was out with Brennen. I didn't want to call Colby. I didn't want to seem clingy since we had been hanging out almost every day since I got to California. And even though my time with him was running short... I just didn't want to seem desperate.

As I stepped into the kitchen, I felt my phone vibrate. Unlocking it, I saw a new message from Colby.

Colby: what are u doing rn

I texted him back quickly.

Skye: nothing really. why?

I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, waiting for his reply. I soon heard my phone buzz.

Colby: save me. im bored and no one is home :(

I could see his pout in my mind. I giggled to myself, typing out my response.

Skye: ask and you shall receive

/  /  /  /

"What have you been up to all day?" I asked as we both strolled into Colby's room.

He shrugged. "Nothing really. Mostly editing. I didn't even know I was alone in the house today."

"Where is everyone?" I inquired.

"I know Sam and Kat are hanging out all day. But everyone else... no clue." He replied, laying down on his bed.

"Am I your last resort?" I gasped dramatically, sliding my knee onto his bed.

He shook his head, grabbing my hands and pulling me down onto him. "No..."

I buried my face into his chest as we cuddled for a moment. I embraced him, and he did the same to me. Suddenly, he spun us around. I laid my back against his bed as he pulled away from me. He gazed into my eyes, smiling sweetly. I stared into his, getting lost in the deep blue that they were.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered.

A blush rose to my face instantly. I rolled my eyes, trying to cover it. "You love teasing me, don't you?"

"Never." He kissed my lips quickly.

I stared back into his eyes again, cupping his cheek. His mouth twitched from a smile he barely let show. His eyes scanned my face slowly, noticing every detail. I bit my lip softly, still looking into his eyes. When our gaze finally met, I leaned up and connected our lips.

Everything about this kiss felt slow and gentle. The nibble of his teeth against my lip, the brush of my hand up his back, every movement sweet. I thread my fingers through his hair, the slight tug causing a hum to leave his mouth.

His fingers trailed up and down my thighs, goosebumps following their path. I spread my legs, allowing Colby to get closer to me and relax against my body.

Our gentle nature changed.

As our tongues danced together, my fingers left his hair and traveled down his body, resting low on his stomach. My fingers snaked their way up his shirt, nails dragging lightly across his abs. He pulled away with a grunt, sitting up.

“Talk about teasing…” He mumbled, ripping his shirt off. A coy smirk appeared on his face.

I chuckled, my face mimicking his. “Bite me.”

“If you insist…” Colby uttered.

He shoved his lips against my neck, finding a sensitive spot under my ear. He nipped and sucked at the spot, causing me to moan. I gripped his forearms as I pushed my hips against his. I slowly started to grind in a circle, causing his teeth to sink a little more into my skin. A gasp escaped my lips.

His fingers pulled at the bottom of my shirt, slowly rising it up slightly. I nodded my head without a word, and Colby pushed my shirt off my body quickly.

His body pulled away from mine, looking at the new shown skin. I glanced into his eyes and watched his gaze danced across my skin.

A single word fell from his lips. “Gorgeous.”

My reaction to his words were cut short by his lips connecting to mine. His hands rubbed circles on my hips. They slowly moved up my sides, my back arching at the sensation. As we continued to kiss, I felt his fingers brush at the edge of my bra.

“Can I…” He murmured against my lips.

I choked out. “Yeah.”

He smiled softly, pecking my jawline as he unclasped my bra. He glided the fabric off me, the cool air of the room touching my newly exposed skin.

His lips left my jaw, kissing down my neck and to my chest. He glanced up at me as his mouth traveled to my left breast, pecking around my nipple. His tongue lazily circled it, my breath hitching in my throat. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

I moaned his name, unable to hold back. “Colby.”

He removed his mouth, smirking. He kissed across my chest, going to my right breast. Doing the same thing to my other nipple, a shiver ran down my spine. I placed my hand on the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair.

Colby’s head slipped out from under my hand as he trailed his lips down my stomach. He kissed the skin that rested just above my shorts. His fingers traced the waistband as he looked up at me.

“Please Colby.” I whined.

He nodded, a smirk almost coming to his lips. He shimmied the shorts down my legs, leaving me in just my underwear.

He got up on his knees, watching me as he pulled his own shorts off, leaving him in just his boxers. My eyes widen at the sight of him.

Holy shit… this is actually happening.

Colby lowered his body back onto mine, brush his lips against mine. His hands cupped my hips, his fingers itching to touch me. My tongue swept across his lips, needing a taste. As our tongues grazed each other, his hand trickled down to my heat.

He rubbed circles on my clit as his mouth fell from mine. “I can feel how wet you are.”

I hissed. “Oh my God.”

He brought his lips to my ear, whispering huskily. “Can I taste you?”

I could feel my sex squirm at his words. I muttered a ‘yes’ as he snaked down to my hips. He pealed my underwear off slowly, teasingly. I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me, until I saw his face.

Not a single ounce of judgement appeared. His lust filled eyes looked up at me for a moment, and then back to my slit.

He leaned forward, his breath fanning across me. I shuddered, my legs shaking. His lips landed on my clit, and I melted into the feeling. He lapped at my clit, his tongue exploring. His fingers slid up my thigh and entered me gently.

“Holy shit! Fuck!” I whispered aggressively. My hands instinctively reached for his hair, pushing his head closer.

He hummed against my clit, causing my hips to buck against his tongue. His fingers sped up their pace, curving and going deeper.

“Colby, I’m so close.” I grunted, grinding my sex against his mouth and fingers.

He abruptly removed his fingers and mouth, causing a whine to come from me.

He chuckled lustfully. “I wanna feel you cum around me. Be patient, baby.”

“Not fair.” I sighed, trying to catch my breath. He rolled off me and pulled his underwear down, his cock springing free.

…Damn.

He got back on top of me, kissing me in the process. The kiss was slow and gentle, like how this all started.

“Do you want this?” He whispered, his lips barely pressed against mine.

“Badly.” I muttered.

A short laugh fell from both our lips. He nodded and reached over to his nightstand, opening the drawer. He grabbed a condom, bringing the silver packet over to us. He put the corner of it in between his teeth, tearing it open. He pulled the condom out and began to roll it down his shaft.

My heart began to pound in my chest.

Was I really ready for this? Should I tell him I’m a virgin?

“Colby?” I asked.

His movements stopped. “What? Is something wrong?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I- um. I…”

“What? You can tell me.” He smiled, cupping my face.

“I…”

The words couldn’t come out. I wanted to tell him I was a virgin, let him know that this wasn’t just going to be our first time together, but my first time completely. But… I couldn’t form the words.

“I haven’t had sex in a long time. So… be gentle.” I stated, exhaling.

Colby nodded his head, pecking my lips. “Of course, baby.”

He lined up his hips, his tip playing against my entrance. I slid my hands up his back, feeling his muscles relax under my touch.

“Ready?” He murmured, gazing into my eyes.

I stammered. “Please.”

Slowly, he entered me and my walls stretched around him. Every inch of him made me feel full. It was all intense and unlike anything I had felt. When his hips finally rested against mine, I breathed.

“Fuck, Skye.” Colby grunted, his hands gripping my sides.

“Oh my God.” I gasped.

We stayed still, Colby only moving to lean down and kiss me roughly. My body calmed, allowing the slight pain of him inside me to dissipate.

“Move, baby.” I moaned, yanking my lips away from his.

He leaned his forehead against mine, slowly pulling his hips back. He slowly sunk back into me, a groan escaping his lips.

His pace picked up to a steady rhythm, the in-and-out causing my hips to buck in time. I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping my legs around his waist, wanting him closer and deeper in me.

“You feel so good, Skye. Fuck.” He groaned.

“Go faster, Colby.” I uttered, my nails digging into the skin of his back.

He thrusted his hips harder, his pace speeding up. I could feel my wetness drip down my pussy lips, slicking my thighs.

“You’re so wet for me.” Colby smirked, biting his lip.

I whimpered. “Keep going, don’t stop.”

I began to thrust my hips in a circle. Expletives leaked from Colby’s mouth as he dived deeper into me. His eyes stared into mine, making the moment even more intense. I could feel a build up beginning in my stomach.

“I’m close.” I was barely able to form a sentence, the pleasure being too much.

He nodded. “Me too, baby.”

Colby pounded into me harder. His fingers suddenly finding my clit, rubbing it forcefully. He buried his head into my neck, lips against my ear.

“Cum with me, Skye.” He grunted lustfully.

My high came the moment those words left his lips. My body exploded from the pleasure as I moaned loudly, unable to hold back anymore. Colby sped up his thrusts, his orgasm ripping through him. He jutted his hips against mine, groaning against my neck and shoulder.

Our movements stopped as his body relaxed against mine. A sheen of sweat rested on our skin, causing the room to feel both too hot and cold all at once.

Colby picked his head up, looking at my face. He moved a piece of hair off my forehead as he leaned down and kissed me sweetly. His thumb stroked my cheek as he pulled away.

<< CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 22 >>

[buckygirl-fanfiction]

Sparks Chapter 33

Pairing: Bucky POV X Reader POV ft. Other characters of the Avengers.

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: SMU!!!!! You avoid Bucky after falling into bed with him 2 weeks ago. Then repeat the scene by fucking him in your lab bc bye self control. 

Warnings: smut, angst, mentions of drug use, life bro just life.

A/N: This is trash I haven’t written in so long! Minimal plot.

July 19, 2017

y/n’s POV

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he says.

“I’ve been busy,” I reply honestly. Or at least i’ve been trying to keep myself busy.

“With what?” He asks.

“This,” I say holding up his new prosthetic. The silver metal was untarnished and untouched unlike the usual scratches typical of his old prosthesis. It was a lie, I hadn’t been busy. His new arm only took me the better part of a week. After that it was just me avoiding him until I could no longer put off attaching it.

It was quite heavy I’d experimented with a new alloy which was denser in the creation of his replacement. I held it by the becept with the forearm held against my waist. I’d already removed his old prosthetic a couple minutes before in stark silence and I proceed to attach the new also surrounded by this awkward silence. I mourn the loss of our comfortable silences.

Once the magnets click and the arm is secure in place he rolls his shoulder and tests it out. He looks pleased with it, I think. His expression is hard to read. It is a mixture of disappointment and resignation. Through it though, he looked pleased with his new limb.

“You’re set,” I say hoping he’d leave me in peace without any protests or comments or questions. There was no Axelrod to save me like that fateful day two years ago when I first met him right after he’d woken up from cryo. My problems were very different then. I mourn the simplicity of my past.

“You can’t avoid me forever,” he says almost hopefully.

His words make me want to laugh. “Watch me,” I say biting my cheek. He chuckles at my words, a deep chuckle that radiates from his chest. He is still sitting on the metal counter staring at me. He’s made no attempt to move so I assume I’m not going to get rid of him easily.

He reaches out with his human hand and says, “Come here.”

I’m standing only a couple feet away and I reply, “no.”

However my tone betrays me and his outstretched arm remains. “Why not?”

“Because. No…” I say unable to find a good reason to justify kicking him out of my lab.

“What are you so scared of?” He asks genuinely curious.

“Nothing!” I say defensively taking a step towards him.

Unknow to me i’ve stepped within arms reach and he leans over and grabs my forearm and pulls me towards him. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he says mirroring my words.

“Stop,” I say in the strongest tone I can manage to muster. However the power of my voice must have failed me because he continues to pull me towards him.

He pulls me against the counter and i’m standing between his legs. His fingers still dig into my forearm and hold me in place. He leans down bringing his face towards mine and as much as I want to step back I can’t seem to bring myself to move.

Instead I stand there and contemplate the choices before me. I can be strong and step back. Or I can succumb in a moment of weakness and kiss him. One kiss won’t hurt. Just one.

I tip toe and lean up to meet his face and catch his lips by surprise. I don’t keep my eyes open long enough to read his expression but I can sense it in the way he kisses me. Softly at first then with more fervor. It takes all the self control I have within me to push away. He doesn’t help the matter. I have to put my hand flat against his chest and push to separate from him. Even then he leans towards me as far as space permits him to ensure our lips stay together for just a second longer.

“We can’t keep doing this,” I say unsure of what this exactly is.

“Doing what?” He asks, “loving each other?”

I can’t bring myself to deny it. I’m not that cruel. Instead I unintentionally opt for an equally cruel statement, “Fucking each other once isn’t love,” and instantly regret the words that come out of my mouth. His face instantly drops. Almost as if i’ve stabbed him with something. He lets go of my arm, which he had still been holding onto and drops his head almost pathetically.

I don’t move. I’m not sure why. Any other moment during our encounter I would have taken the chance and left. But, there is something about this moment that holds me there. The intensity of the scene is too powerful to break. He’s right. There is something unexplainable about love; No words, no expression, and no simple embrace can completely express it. Nothing expect the intensity of the act of making love can completely express the depth of emotion we feel for each other. In a moment of weakness, of complete and utter lack of self control, and passion, desire, and uncontrollable unchained love I lift my arms, reach up, and take his face in my hands and pull his lips back towards mine.

He’s soft and warm and minty. I can feel the light growth of his facial hair poke against my skin. His hair has gotten longer. It’s a careless mess and I push it back behind his ears in our frenzied passion. I wrap my arms around his neck and futilely try to jump up on the counter on top of him. But it’s too high and I fail. I moan with exasperation and he breaks away from our kiss just for a moment. Long enough for him to grab me by my waist and lift me up onto the counter he is sitting on. The handful of lab safety violations we are currently breaking briefly cross my mind and then his lips are back on mine making me forget any and every logical thought that comes to mind. I’m thankful for the skirt i’m wearing today and sit astride him gaining as much friction as I possibly can. A deep moan reverberates deep from his chest at the contact as I grind myself against him. I can feel the cool metal of his hand at the small of my back through the light material of the blouse i’m wearing. It feels solid, holding me securely against him. Meanwhile his soft human hand slips under my skirt and I feel him firmly squeeze my behind. My hands are still busy tangled up in his hair feverishly kissing him. His on the other hand are busy slipping and exploring with impatient fingers under my skirt. I’m wearing a pair of thin stockings and I feel him, before I can stop him, tear impatiently at my stockings. I groan angrily against his lips when I hear the distinctive ripping noise. Then I feel his soft fingers slip under my panties and against me, then inside me. His metal hand returns to the small of my back holding me steady ensuring I don’t fall. I feel him rub slowly inside me and pull away from his lips. He’s out of breath when I finally open my eyes and look at him. Somehow i’ve made his hair into even more of an unruly mess. I push the loose strands back behind his ears once again and look at the heaving man before me. His lips are flushed red from our kiss and his eyes are wide open waiting for me to make the next move. His fingers still move steadily inside me and I tilt my head back and relish in the feeling. I know he is watching me. I know he is watching me with his hungry eyes and open mouth and it turns me on. I feel him slip another digit into me and I know it’s to earn a reaction. I moan and roll my hips in response. I wish I could watch him watching me. But his heavy breaths and low groans are enough to get me off. I tip my head back down to look at him after a moment of bliss. I put my palms flat against his chest and with all the strength I can muster up I push him down. He complies and leans back against the counter waiting for my next move. He slowly slips his fingers out of me and rests his hands beside him. I stay still and just look at him lying under me for a second. Then I reach for his belt and buckle it with the distinctive clang of the metal buckle and undo his fly. I can see his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans and I slip my deft fingers into his boxers and grasp him firmly and pull him out. He groans at the contact and tilts his head back briefly. But his eyes never leave me. The last time we did this we did it in near darkness and I couldn’t see much. But now we’re in the harsh white light of my lab and everything is well lit. He’s impressive I think to myself as if i’d expected anything less. He’d been inside me and if I can clearly remember I’d felt just how impressive he was for a couple days after our initial trist. He watches me take all of him in as if to perceive my every expression, my every reaction. I bite my lip with desire and I feel more than see him let go of a breath he was holding, almost as if he was anxious. But i’m too lost to ponder that thought. Instead I push myself up with my knees and hover above him. I push my panties aside with one hand and with the other hold him at the base of his cock positioning him under me. I slowly sink onto him and I let out a high pitched gasp at the stretch. I sink onto him torturously slow and he groans through gritted teeth.

“Ah fuck,” he grunts. His metal hand is in a fist beside him and he closes his eyes. I almost intentionally move torturously slow. His frustration spurs me on. I sink all the way down and then slowly back up, then down again until I see the veins in his neck strain against his skin as he tilts his head back. It’s powerful. But soon I begin to lose patience along with him. Each time I sink down and rub my clit against his pelvis, the time period between trusts is decreased. He opens his eyes as I begin to pick up the pace, I no longer tease him, and he moves his metal hand flush against my stomach as I roll my hips against him. My shirt is still on and he grasps at the fabric. Both of our clothes are still intact not counting my stockings. He watches my actions and reactions curiously as I ride him. His metal palm still against my stomach he moves his human hand towards my lips and slips two fingers into my mouth, the same fingers that he used inside me. It’s beyond erotic. I can taste the remnants of my slick on his fingers and I suck them. He watches me and his upward thrusts become stronger. Meanwhile his metal arm moves upwards and towards my breasts. He takes one and squeezes through the fabric and I bite his fingers in response. He smirks at my response then suddenly sits up thrusting up into me more forcefully.

“Ah,” I gasp at the sudden movement and he moves his hands behind me and pulls me flush against him. Now i’m no longer in control. He lifts my body and moves it along with his own pace. Each stroke firmer than the other until I can no longer hold back. I explode around him and he keeps steady in his movements, unrelenting.

“Say it,” he whispers in my ear.

“No,” I say definitely.

“Say it,” he repeats more firmly. This time almost as if he needs it, as if he is desperately lost without the words, and who am I to deny him?

“I love you.”

“I love you.” He replies resolutely and empties into me.

We stay still for a while. He holds me to him unwilling to let go just yet. Somewhere deep inside me I hope he’d never let go. Never stops annoying me. But he does eventually and he slips out of me and lifts me up and places me back on the floor. I fix my skirt and see a long ladder run down my stockings. He zips his fly and buckles his belt and pushes off the counter he was sitting on.

“You ripped my tights,” I say looking down.

“Come back to my apartment and you can take them off,” he says smirking and holding out his hand. I don’t take it. I can’t. He sees my hesitation and asks, “what’s wrong?”

“I can’t” I reply taking a step back.

“What?” he asks shocked.

“I can’t…” I say trying to provide a reasonable answer without sounding cruel. “I told you we can’t keep doing this.”

“y/n.”

“You make me feel things I can’t handle and I refuse! I refuse!!” I yell letting out something I’ve been holding back for a while now.

“There’s nothing wrong with feeling things y/n. Believe me that’s what makes you human. That’s what makes you alive.” he says imploring me to change my mind, to see things his way.

“Don't you understand. You are poison! I was fine before you! Completely and utterly fine. I had friends and a life, one that wasn't constantly being threatened and always in danger. I didn't relapse. Yes I may have worked too much and had my fair share of problems but never like this. Never this bad until you came along. You destroyed me. Don't you understand. I met you and had some of the greatest moments of my life. But they weren't were they! You made me feel high. So high, better than anything I've ever taken! You got me addicted to you. Made me feel things so amazing they burned my very soul. Then you left and took them away and I was alone and I didn't want to feel it anymore. Then, I was doing fine before you came back and you come back and fuck me! No, whats worse is that you don’t just fuck me, no you make love to me! And you touch me and whisper words in my ears! Very serious words and you do it all over again poisoning me. You destroy me and I can't… I won't give you that kind of power again.” I yell feeling my eyes water slightly.

“I destroyed you? You destroyed me! You break me every time you look at me or touch me. I can feel my heart sink and rise with every breath you take, with every inhale and exhale. You own me, every part of me. I watch for your every word, like some pathetic foot soldier—” He trails off but his words are too much and I cut him off.

“You go out and risk your life for me. Meanwhile i’m left here alone shattered by your loss trying to put the pieces back together with whatever drug I can get my hands on to replace the high you give me.” I rant verbalizing my fears. One way or another—deadly circumstance, break up, heartbreak, death, an accident— one of us will be the end of the other. “Don’t you see we consume each other, we aren’t good for each other James. Don’t you see it? This can only end in hurt. We will destroy ourselves.”

He sighs looking tired and exasperated. “That’s the difference then isn’t it. Between us. I’m willing to risk it. I’m willing to destroy myself to be with you. I am not afraid. But you are…” he trails off.

“Can you blame me?”

He walks over to me and we are nose to nose. “No my love,” he says. He leaves me with a pure kiss on the forehead.