#smutember day 3

[foxblood]

Smutember Day 3: Dirty Talk

Characters: Ezra and Laurie (OCs) Contains: deep throating/blowjob, dom/sub dynamics, religious motifs, no-touch orgasm Warnings: mentions of Christianity, explicit sexual content 18+

Laurie knelt on the rough wool blanket laid before the bed, folding his hands in front of him as though in prayer while he looked up into Ezra’s gaunt face.  Ezra undid his belt buckle and the buttons of his pants.  The fireplace burned warm at his bare back, casting the tattoos carved into his skin in a strange flickering glow.  No light reflected in Ezra’s black eyes.

“Come closer.” Ezra’s voice scratched like hot coals.  His erection bulged against the confines of his underwear.

Laurie obeyed, resting his hands on Ezra’s thighs.  His heart shuddered in his chest, Ezra’s scent rolling over him like the rain-damp aftermath of a wildfire.  Ezra shifted his hips to the edge of the thin mattress and angled them toward the man on the ground.  He brushed his bony fingers through Laurie’s hair.

“Pull down on the waistband,” Ezra said, tracing lines down Laurie’s scalp.

Laurie did as he was told, pulling down the waistband of Ezra’s pants until his length sprang free of its prison and sat heavily above the layers of fabric.  Laurie’s bare erection twitched at the sight, measuring the size and length of him.

Ezra tipped Laurie’s chin up and dragged a finger down his neck, stopping just above his adam’s apple.  “It will reach here, once you get it all down.”

Laurie swallowed, trying to imagine the stretch in his extended neck.  He wondered how he would breathe around it, or if he just wouldn’t.  “What if I can’t take it?”

“You will take it,” Ezra assured him, finger tracing the soft line of Laurie’s jaw, “I’ll tell you how.”

Laurie whimpered, Ezra guiding his gaze back down as his finger trailed up the side of Laurie’s face and his hand came to rest in his hair.  Laurie steadied Ezra’s cock at the base, precum beading at the tip.  His mouth watered.

“Cup your tongue and cushion the tip,” Ezra directed, guiding Laurie’s head down.  His breath rattled in satisfaction at the slick warmth of Laurie’s mouth around him, “good, circle it with your tongue.”

Laurie did, a whine in his throat.  His hips moved as he tasted Ezra’s salt on his tongue, his bare erection uselessly seeking friction.  Ezra’s breath hitched, but his fingers continued combing through Laurie’s hair until they fisted and pulled him off with a wet pop.  Laurie gazed up at him with wet eyes.

“Open your mouth.  Cover as much of me as you can with your tongue while I’m pushing in, it must be lubricated.”  Ezra waited for Laurie to nod and open his mouth wide, his tongue waiting for the head of Ezra’s cock.  

Laurie’s tongue worked, stroking the underside of his shaft until it hit the back of his throat and he gagged, pulling off of Ezra with a cough.  Ezra allowed his member to fall against his pants, staining the denim dark with Laurie’s saliva.  He waited until Laurie’s heavy breathing slowed.

“Sorry,” Laurie breathed, his cheeks flushed hot.

“Try again.” Ezra guided Laurie’s head back onto him and pushed in against his slick tongue, stopping short of the depth that made him gag the first time.

Laurie tried to push deeper, but Ezra fisted his hand in Laurie’s hair and held him still.  Laurie whined, his hips bucking, and Ezra kept a slow push and pull until drool spilled down Laurie’s chin.  He stopped Laurie just short of where he’d gagged before.

“Look at me,” Ezra said.

Laurie blinked up at him through his eyelashes, a spike of arousal that threatened to send him over the edge shot into the base of his spine.  His neglected erection dripped onto the blanket beneath him.

“Relax your jaw,” Ezra directed, and Laurie did as well as he could with his mouth straining wide around Ezra’s length.  A smile tugged at the corner of Ezra’s lips, “now swallow, like you’re taking a drink of water.”

Laurie’s throat spasmed around Ezra’s girth and he coughed, pulling away.  Strings of spit and precum clung to his swollen lips.  He panted, pressure in his loins tightening.  Ezra stroked his head until he was finished, then grabbed Laurie’s jaw firmly and pulled him forward again until his lips touched Ezra’s tip.

“Open,” Ezra’s fingers pressed in on Laurie’s cheeks until his teeth parted, then pushed his jaw open and held him there half-lidded and panting, “tongue out.”

Laurie laid his tongue out as offering, and Ezra’s head pressed past his lips.  His jaw ached, but he obeyed the gentle command of Ezra’s hand against his face.  Laurie’s breath hitched in anticipation as Ezra pushed in deeper.

Ezra stopped his advance.  “Drink me.  Open, like it’s communion and this is your wine.”

The pressure in Laurie’s loins coiled tighter.  His eyes flickered shut, but his throat relaxed with a surrendering moan.  He swallowed, and felt Ezra push deep into him.  He spasmed around the choking length, his head going fuzzy as he continued swallowing Ezra down.  One of Ezra’s long fingers touched the spot just above his adam’s apple, still keeping hold of his jaw.  Laurie’s eyes welled with tears.  The pressure coiled impossibly tight in him, but he tensed his hips rather than move.  The refusal sent him over the edge with a moan vibrating up through his throat, cumming in denied spurts on the blanket beneath him.

Ezra’s head tipped back in ecstasy as Laurie moaned around him.  He waited until the tension had left Laurie’s shoulders to remove himself, slick and hard from deep within Laurie’s throat.  Laurie dropped his head, his panting mixed with the noise from the crackling fire.  Ezra stroked his head, tracing his scalp down to the nape of his neck.

“Well done, Laurie,” Ezra purred, “you did well, did you feel me inside you?”

Laurie nodded, swallowing the empty sensation.  He rested his head on Ezra’s cool thigh.  Ezra swiped a tear away from the corner of his eye and traced the muscles of his neck, fingers once again measuring that spot just above his adam’s apple.

[haydenyoungappreciationweek]

(Note: Sorry for sending this so late, as I - @lizzybeth1986 - am feeling fairly unwell. To make up for it, I'll probably shift one of the other theme announcements to 30th, and try to get the other announcements out in a timely manner).

We're on Day 3 now, which means we are halfway through our week! We have two very exciting themes in store too and we can't wait to see what you've got for it!

The first theme for today is Soul. Every Hayden fan is familiar with their visit to Washington National Cathedral in PM2, and with the deep conversations they had with the MC (if you took the diamond option!) about spirituality and the presence of a soul in everyone. Here's your space to explore Hayden's relationship with these ideas in more depth!

Our second theme is Changes!! And this is particularly exciting to explore because Hayden's entire story represents change in a very special way! As an android, they are the beings considered the least capable of change. But even in this Hayden surprises everyone! Thanks to the Double Ripple effect, they aren't restricted or chained to a single set of personality traits, but develop a fluidity in their reactions over time. Their curiosity and desire to question makes them even more open to change and to carving their own identity! Which is why they are so open to adapting, even more than many humans in the series!

Any work is welcome – fics, art, edits, moodboards, interactive media, headcanons, meta, even screenshots of your favourite scenes! Our only requirements are that the works are original (nothing AI generated), and they center Hayden and present a positive depiction of them.

It is not necessary to put up your works only on the day of the theme – you can always put it up later. We will also be keeping a bonus week in case you’re not able to complete it during the week itself (till Oct 10th).

Please be sure to do the following when tagging your posts for HYAW 2023:

1. Use the tags #haydenyoungappreciationweek, and #HYAW, along with the day/theme you made the work for (#HYAW Day 1, #HYAW Day 2 etc).

2. Tag @haydenyoungappreciationweek, and hosts @sazanes and @lizzybeth1986 in your posts so we can access them easier!

FAN CONTENT BLOGS are the lifeline of our fandoms, esp for books that have long been over yet still have a strong fanbase. Many of them are hosting some incredible events that we highly encourage you to participate in if you feel so inclined!!

@choicesficwriterscreations – Accepts fic and art (no AI). Read up on their roster of events and guidelines here!

@choicesmonthlychallenge – Accepts fic and art. We’re almost at the end of September but can still give in entries for the “Royal Academy” event (run by @choicescommunityevents and @ladylamrian) currently hosted – particularly Day 29/Sept 29th! You could also participate in Picktober (hosted by CMC and @lovealexhunt) next month!

@choicesholidays – Mostly fic and art. Currently no events, but be on the lookout for announcements!

@choicesprompts – Mostly fic. There are a variety of events for the next three months! There is Smutember, Flufftober and Angstgiving. (Both Holidays and Prompts are hosted by @angelasscribbles)

@choicespride – All content welcome as long as it features LGBTQ+ pairings and themes! Currently no events, but they have some big plans for October! Take part in this poll for events you'd like them to host next month!

(Note from @lizzybeth1986: I'll be putting up the announcement for Day 5 tomorrow, and Day 4 on the 30th, to make up for not being able to get this done on time and to ensure people have time to both read the post and post their content. Sorry again for the delay!!)

Happy Hayden Young Appreciation Week, everyone!!

[liaromancewriter]

Love Bites

Premise: Ethan and Cassie get a little carried away in their sex capades.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Mature – NSFW. Tropes: Public Places. Gala. Words: 2,325

A/N: This fic is for 2 anon prompt requests. Submission for @choicesprompts Smutember, prompt 10 (caught in the act); for @choicesseptemberchallenge2023 day 21 (kiss). I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 49, prompt 1 and 3 (in bold).

The glittering lights of the ballroom sparkled like stars in the painted ceiling above. Soft music from a string quartet tucked away in a little alcove mingled with the din of a crowd.

The conversations around the room jumped from stock market tips to the vagrancy of the global economy to an auction at Sotheby’s for a priceless piece of art.

Ethan Ramsey eavesdropped on the people behind him and wondered how priceless the artwork was given it was on auction, which, by its very definition, required one to put a price on an object.

He leaned against a column, sipping a passable Scotch, and watched his girlfriend work the room. Dr. Valentine could triage a level one emergency in the middle of the night, but Cassie Valentine was made for settings like this.

A designer gown that teased as much as it revealed, hair expertly styled and make-up that highlighted her green eyes and red lips. She blended in with Manhattan’s glitterati as if she belonged. But then again, this was her world as much as Edenbrook was.

Cassie could, and did, straddle two worlds with aplomb. Ethan envied that about her.

He could schmooze if absolutely pushed under the pain of death, but he always felt awkward doing it. Like he was wearing shoes two sizes too big.

Cassie wore a shimmering black dress with a sweetheart neckline that hugged her curves. Her arms were bare and cuffed with more diamonds. And when she moved, he spied glimpses of silky white thighs. Earlier this afternoon, those same legs had been locked around his ass.

A teardrop diamond pendant was framed between her cleavage, just below the dip at the base of her throat. It caught the glint of the chandeliers. He briefly lost himself in an erotic fantasy where his lips sucked deep at the sensitive spot on the side of her neck as her throaty cries echoed around him.

He smirked into his drink at the thought of crossing the carpeted floor, taking her in his arms and marking her in front of everyone. That would show them who she was going home with tonight.

Especially one of her exes who’d almost ruined the evening before it began with the lascivious way he stared at her breasts and hips. Ethan wanted to applaud when Cassie stared the other man down until he escaped with a flimsy excuse.

Ethan reflected that Asshole the Third, Max’s nickname for the other man, was well deserved.

“Thought I’d find you lurking in the corner,” Cassie said charmingly as she floated toward him on high heels, a champagne flute in one hand.

“Don’t blame me,” Ethan quipped with a wry grin. “Your brother deserted me for a sultry redhead. Or maybe it was the luscious brunette.”

Cassie’s brows knit in annoyance, and she turned around to look for Max in the crowded ballroom. She huffed when her search proved unsuccessful and turned back, moving closer. Her floral scent tantalized his senses, and he inhaled deeply, feeling lightheaded.

“You take my breath away every time I see you,” he murmured into her ear, lightly biting the edge of her earlobe. “My patience is wearing thin. Let’s get out of here.”

Cassie sipped her champagne and threw him an amused look above the rim of her glass.

“All in good time, babe,” she winked. “My mom would never forgive me if we left before the main event.”

Handing her empty glass to a passing server, Cassie nestled against him and hooked one arm around his back. She planted light kisses along his jawline, little nips and bites that she soothed with her tongue.

“I already thanked you earlier for accompanying me this weekend,” she said between kisses. “But I feel this sacrifice deserves an extra spicy reward.” She bit the corner of his lips. “If you’re up for a sexy dare, that is?”

Ethan’s ears perked up at the salacious proposition, and he met the challenge in her eyes with one of his own.

“I’m not the one protesting whenever I fuck you against my apartment’s windows,” he lowered his voice, the words deliberately crude to gauge how serious she was.

She scoffed but didn’t deny the accusation. With a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, she placed a hand on his arm and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Meet me in the corner cloakroom. Five minutes.”

Ethan blushed when he realized she was deadly serious. He watched her hips swing enticingly as she navigated the crowds toward the exit. Suddenly, his collar felt tight, and he tugged it away from his neck.

Anticipation had him practically panting. He started to follow Cassie when Max stepped into his path.

“Have you seen my sister?” he asked, glancing on either side before looking at Ethan, puzzled. “Your face is flushed. You okay?”

Ethan nodded, resisting the urge to tug at his collar again, and prayed the younger man wouldn’t press the issue.

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” Max said with a shrug, taking Ethan at his word. “Come on. He’s by the bar.”

Stuck, Ethan followed Max to the other side of the room. He glanced at the exit Cassie had taken and sincerely hoped she was still in the mood when he joined her.

Fifteen minutes later, he shifted anxiously on his feet, trapped between Max, the CEO of a new health center focused on diagnostics, and the curse of social niceties. The conversation with the other man was fascinating, and he would have been entirely present in any other circumstances. But not when his girlfriend was waiting to be fucked.

When his phone buzzed against his chest, he reached into the pocket and looked down at the screen. He didn’t need a Cypher to decode the three questions mark in Cassie’s text.

“I’m sorry,” he said apologetically at the two men before him. “This is important.” He indicated the phone in his hand, shading the screen from Max’s shrewd gaze. “I need to make a phone call.”

Ethan hastily escaped, his long strides covering the length of the ballroom, a man on a critical mission. He marched down the long hallway, ignoring the guests mingling in the relative quiet of the foyer.

The corner cloakroom wasn’t being used for the event, and the window was shuttered. It looked dark and deserted.

Figuring Cassie had given up on him and returned to the gala, Ethan started to turn away when a hand grabbed him from behind and pulled him into the darkened room.

“Finally!” Cassie muttered. He could hear the pout in her voice. “I thought I was going to have to handle things myself.”

It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dim lighting from the hall coming through the wooden slats of the roll-up window.

“Blame your brother,” Ethan grunted, his hands rough as he gripped her elbows and lifted her against the wall.

“You seem to be blaming Max for many things today,” Cassie said, exasperated.

“Scold me later,” he said, covering her body with his.

His mouth descended upon hers, swallowing whatever Cassie was about to say. His lips coaxed hers open to the thrust of his tongue, desperate in his need for her. With a moan, she pressed against him, her fingers digging into his hips.

Their breathing became labored as their kisses became greedy, hungry and ravenous. Cassie sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, lightly catching it between her teeth. It stung, and he tasted blood.

Ethan cupped her jaw in one hand, gripping it tight to hold her in place, and lowered his mouth to kiss the dip at the base of her throat. He cuffed her wrists in one hand and raised her arms, keeping them flush against the wall. The movement thrust her cleavage out.

Recalling his earlier fantasy, Ethan pushed the top of her dress down and buried his face between her naked breasts. He savored the sexy sounds she uttered as he licked and sucked her nipples, biting the edge just enough for her desire-filled eyes to snap open.

He could feel the tremors coursing through her body and released her hands. He reached under the skirt of her dress to grip her ass, lifting her hips until she locked her legs around his thighs. The fabric of her dress draped over his arms as he shoved the skirt away and stared heatedly at the lacy triangle covering her crotch.

Cassie’s fingers fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping him. She thrust her hands inside his underwear to cup him. Her fingers gently wrapped around his thick length and released him from his pants, pumping once, twice, and stroking the tip with her thumb. He rocked himself, sliding into her grasp, grunting his need as words failed him.

He nibbled kisses along Cassie’s jaw and down her throat. Below, his fingers stroked her core, teasing the tender folds. His thumb pressed against the top of her sex, and she squirmed, her hands falling to the side.

“Please, please, please,” she begged, rubbing against him.

Ethan sucked hard on the tendon in her neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin, and she jumped.

“Stop!” Cassie pushed him back as she slapped a hand where his lips had been.

Ethan shook his head to clear the haze of lust clouding his mind. He saw tears prick the corner of her eyes, but they didn’t fall.

“Let me look,” he said gently and removed her hand. “Crap.”

“Double crap,” Cassie said with a dismayed glance.

They stared at the redness on her neck from the hickey and the light impressions of his teeth around its edges. He remembered thinking earlier how he’d like to mark her. But it had been an idle thought. He’d never want to embarrass her in front of her family.

“Ethan, I can’t go back to the gala looking like this,” she cried out, almost in tears.

“I’m sorry, love,” he said, placing his palm along the side of her face, his thumb stroking her cheekbones. “I got carried away.”

“We both did,” Cassie said, sighing deeply. “What are we going to do?”

Ethan started to respond, but Cassie shushed him.

They heard voices outside and stared in alarm at the unlocked door. They tried to scramble apart while tugging at the bodice of Cassie’s dress, but the door suddenly swung inward before they could do anything.

For a second, light from the hallway shone directly on their tangled bodies and then two people appeared in the doorway. They wore the hotel uniform and had a rolling coat rack behind them. He didn’t recognize the man, but the woman had been manning the other cloakroom when they arrived.

Ethan pressed himself against Cassie’s front to protect her modesty, but it was obvious from the shocked looks on their faces that they’d gotten quite an eyeful. He realized then that Cassie wasn’t the only one exposed. His dick hung out from the opening in his dress pants.

“Shut the door,” Ethan barked when the pair remained frozen in the doorway.

His shout seemed to do the trick as the two workers hurriedly slammed the door shut.

“Wow. You put the fear of Doctor Ramsey in them,” Cassie said, giggling.

She adjusted the bodice of her dress, shaking the folds of her skirt to remove any creases. Ethan smiled ruefully and tucked himself away, gently zipping up and buckling his belt.

His eyes darkened as they fell on the love bite.

“Do you want to head back to the hotel?” he asked, peering intently at her.

“We can’t,” she reminded him, pushing herself off the wall. “Let me think.”

She started pacing the small space, seemingly in a conversation with herself. Ethan wanted to interrupt, but he knew her well enough by now to not do that.

“Okay, I have a solution,” Cassie said, folding her arms in front of her. “I checked my shawl into the cloakroom when we arrived. I can wrap that around my neck and shoulders. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them I’m cold. Max will suspect something’s up but won’t say anything.”

“Let’s go get your shawl,” Ethan said with a nod to indicate his agreement with the plan. “Facing that cloakroom attendant again can’t be any more embarrassing than what already transpired.”

“Oh, no, Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie said with a tsk, moving away from Ethan. “You gave me the hickey. Ergo, you’re going to get my shawl while I wait here. I’m not stepping foot outside this room until I’m presentable.”

Marching down the hallway to do as she demanded, Ethan grumbled internally that it was her idea to make out in the empty cloakroom. But, he reasoned, they wouldn’t need to cover up if he hadn’t lost control. So, he owed her.

He and the attendant avoided eye contact during the entire interaction, and Ethan wondered what had happened to his once-sedate life.

The old him would have never been in this situation, pretending the woman across from him hadn’t just caught him ravishing his girlfriend in public with a few hundred esteemed guests mingling close enough to hear but for the music.

Later, he escorted Cassie back to the ballroom, the shawl firmly ensconced around her neck. It looked strange, given the circumstances, but they had no choice.

“Hey, where have you guys been?” Max called out from a short distance away, clearly on the lookout for them.

Cassie kept a straight face as her brother started toward them. She glanced sideways at Ethan, and they shared a conspiratorial wink.

Ethan grinned wickedly as Cassie walked over to meet Max in the middle. A sedate life was overrated, he thought. With Cassie around, he’d never be bored. She wouldn’t let him. And that was better than any medical mystery he’d ever solved.

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Submissions: @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics @midnightmelodiz

Ethan & Cassie only: @cariantha @custaroonie @hopelessromantic1352 @mrs-ramsey @youlookappropriate

[angelasscribbles]

2023 Wrap

Since there was no Tumblr year in review this time around, I made my own! Ok, full disclosure, I was already going to make my own. For some reason I started tracking everything I posted back at the beginning of the year and last week I totaled things up just for my own information but then I thought…why not share it?

I’m only including fandom stuff here because I do not want to attempt to figure out how many posts I’ve put together for my other lists (Writer’s Corner, ADHD Stuff, Poly Stuff) but my most popular post was this ADHD one. It has over 90,000 notes and is still climbing.

2023 Tumblr Choices Fandom Wrap......

Stats at a glance:

Chapters posted: 125

Extras Posted: 91

Teasers Posted: 7

Updates Posted: 8

Throwbacks Posted: 12

Original Fiction Posted: 1

Series Launched: 12

Series Wrapped: 6

Events Ran: 19

Live Discussions Hosted (Word Warriors): 4

Blogs Launched: 9

New Projects Started: 6

Personal Milestones Passed: 3

Details and commentary under the cut.

Series that launched in 2023:

In Your Room (Dreo)

A Fervid Fixation

The Crown and the Shield

Victim of Love

Mardi Gras Mayhem

One Night in Cordonia

Law’s End

The De Facto Queen

The Dark Kingdom

Cordonian Royal Airlines

Queen of Hearts

Insurrection

Series that wrapped in 2023:

In Your Room (Dreo)

A Fervid Fixation

The Crown and the Shield

Victim of Love

Mardi Gras Mayhem

One Night in Cordonia

Blogs Launched:

TRR Visuals

Angela’s Reblogs

Law’s End

Word Warriors

TRR Poly

TRR Scribbles

TRR Bad Romance

TRR One Shots

Cordonian Royal Airlines

Events Ran in 2023:

Drake Walker Appreciation blog:

Drake Walker Appreciation Week

World Whiskey Day

Drake’s Birthday

Maxwell Beaumont Appreciation blog:

Maxwell Beaumont Appreciation Week

Max’s Birthday

Choices Prompts:

Story Starter Prompt 4

Story Starter Prompt 5  

Mardi Gras Mayhem (Collaborative Fiction)

Round Robin 1 (there will be more)

Rewrite Challenge

August Catch Up Event

Smutember

Flufftober

Holiday Rewrite Challenge

Choice Holidays:

Valentines Day

Spring Holidays

Festival of Fears

Second Annual Winter Holidays

Fics of Christmas Past

Projects:

Reorganized all visuals, sorted by story and published in one place (TRR Visuals)

Recently Posted and Chapter Archive (Angela’s Reblogs)

Saturday Surveys (Angela’s Reblogs)

Law’s End (See note below)

Word Warriors (see below)

Cordonian Royal Airlines (see below)

Law’s End: I call this a project, not just a new story because it was supposed to be a bit more far-reaching than just a story with character profiles, mock news articles, and multiple episodes. So far there are two character profiles (graphics for that by @harleybeaumont), one article, and many fabulous extras made by @secretaryunpaid. I am working on wrapping up episode one. Once the question of who killed Trent is answered, episode two will move on to a new mystery, while still focusing on the relationships between the main characters.

Word Warriors: Again, this is more than just a blog. It’s a Discord group, live discussions, a peer support group, and a critique group. The blog itself provides a list of writing resources and advice in addition to information about the Discord group, the live discussion schedule, and notes from past sessions.

Cordonia Royal Airlines: This is more of a collaborative project than a series. There will eventually be images posted as well as drabbles, one-shots, and chapters written by other contributors. (That’s the plan anyway.)

Personal Milestones Passed:

1,000 followers (now over 1,400 but waiting to hit 1,500 to post it)

1,000,000 words posted on Tumblr.

Published my first book in February.

Blog Shut Down:

Who could forget the infamous blog shutdown of 2023? It went down on July 25th and didn’t come back up until August 29th. Well, maybe everyone but me could forget it. I was in withdrawal lol. Five weeks of being mostly off Tumblr forced me to examine and reevaluate a lot of things. And even though I was thrilled to finally be unblocked, things aren’t the same. And that’s okay. Things change, life marches on.

I am by no means saying I’m out of here. Never fear. As long as I have fanfiction to write, I suppose I’ll be posting it here. I just feel less and less like working on my TRR stuff. I still want to finish the series I’ve started, and I’ve found I still have plenty of ideas for one-shots or short miniseries, but I’m not sure I have another epic, long TRR saga in me. Who knows, though? I’ve said that before and been proven wrong. I don’t control when inspiration happens or where the muse takes me.

I don’t know the fate of all those side blogs yet. Since I recently reorganized my master list, (yet again), I don’t know that they are needed. For now, they will remain as basically parking lots. Just a different way to organize my content.

The Rest of Tumblr:

2023 was the year I finally figured out how Tumblr works! I now understand the phrase shitposting on main. I discovered the rest of Tumblr, not just this little corner of it. From Goncharov to other fandoms to the existence of entire communities that I belong wholeheartedly to: Queer, neurodivergent, polyamorous, writers, etc. I found my people on this hell site.

What’s Next:

The Choices fandom will always have a special place in my heart, and I have made real, lifelong friends here and for that, I’ll always be grateful. My just over two years here have had their ups and downs for sure, but the ups far outweigh the downs. (If they didn’t, I would have left long ago).

I’m still working on the following TRR series:

Heir Apparent

Savage Love

The De Facto Queen

Royal Retribution

Queen of Hearts

Unexpected

Law’s End

Insurrection

Dark Elf

The Dark Kingdom

American Girl

Bad Parenting

Leo and Liv

Some are closer to done than others and there are a few that I just haven’t had any inspiration or excitement for in a while. I also have many one-shots in process.

And @harleybeaumont got me to play Heaven's Secret (#romanceclub) and not going to lie, no choose your own adventure story has grabbed my attention like this since TRR. And yes, there is already a folder marked “Heaven’s Secret” on my laptop with three WIPs in it!

Then there’s my original fiction. Long before I found Tumblr and got bitten by the fanfic bug, I was posting flash fic on my own website, saving short stories for submission to anthologies, and working on a few different original novels. I want to get back to that. Not to mention a lifetime worth of poetry that needs to be sorted, organized, and published.

All of the above may have to be put on hold as I navigate life with constant volleyball tournaments, a continuing search for the right second career, and a burgeoning business to manage and contend with. Not to mention a five-year-old with high energy, high needs, and high sensory-seeking behaviors. Life is complex on the best days.

Meanwhile, I’ve found that I really enjoy running the discussions for Word Warriors, giving feedback on other people’s work, and helping other writers on their journey. I can’t wait to get back to that in January.

I don’t know what 2024 holds but I am wishing the best for each and every one of you. Let life’s adventures continue!

Happy New Year everyone!!

[reveluving]

take me anywhere but home

summary: trystan always wants to take care of you, even if it's 3.12 a.m. in the morning.

pairing: m!trystan thorne x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage)

warnings: mature/smut (minors DNI!), major spoilers from book 2!

a/n: in honour of the end of book 2 because the authors spared my heart (tq <3) and honestly? this is one of my favourite pieces I've ever written, and not just because it's Trystan. it's just a little reminder that we all need a break every once in a while, yknow? gave my all in this, especially for Smutember, so don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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» smut includes; gentle (+ occasionally mean) dom!trystan, ‘beautiful’ as a pet name, nipple play, fingering, mild spitting, fingering, missionary, unprotected sex (p in v sex), praise kink, loads of kisses (a lot)—Trys is extra kinky but y’all already knew that. (prompts used at the end of fic!)

'But Trystan was stubborn as he was gorgeous, which is the same sentiment he has for you, to no one’s surprise.' ;

He groaned awake the moment he felt the side next to him unoccupied. It didn't take long for him to realize he had been hugging your pillow instead of you—you must've slid it into his reach when you got out of bed. Though he could’ve assumed you went for a quick run to the bathroom, he couldn’t help but glance at the door to the living room opened ajar, noticing the light slightly coming in. 

And like a moth to a flame, the amber light was practically calling him to look for you.

He checked the clock on the nightstand, his brows shooting up in surprise to see the time; 3.12 a.m. You were normally back in his arms around 2.30 a.m. 

Sighing, he stretched, joints popping and cracking as he did. It didn't take long for him to sit up, pushing the blanket off with his feet and trudging his way to the bathroom to splash his face.

In the midst of his awakening, he couldn't help but wonder what was different today. You couldn't be doing work at this hour, you (jokingly) promised not to touch a single file for the first few days of your well-needed break, and even if you broke your promise of straying away from work at least for a little while, it just didn’t feel right.

Big issue or not, something was obviously wrong. 

He exited the bathroom, wiping his hands with a hand towel, only to freeze up as he heard rustling in the corner of the room, just next to the floor lamp. He looked over at the dog bed, breaking into a smile as Alice let out a whine. Her eyes darted to the door before focusing on the man before her, as if silently telling him that she, too, noticed. Seeing her endearing head tilt, wondering what either of them should do, drew a soft sound of amusement out of him.

Still, Trystan couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh soon after. He had his suspicions, he just didn’t want to panic. Somewhere in the back of his mind, just the tiniest part of his brain, he feared the absolute worst. He even wondered why he didn’t scramble out of bed as soon as he noticed your lack of presence.

One may call him clingy from afar but he had a damn good reason for his concerns. 

The very thought of you ending up like Juliana. 

However, his more rational side was quick to dispel his doubts and nightmares. If anything did happen to you, which he hoped to God nothing did, one; he would’ve jolted awake at the sound of you fending off, for you were a force to be reckoned with, after all, and two; Alice could’ve easily smelt the first sign of danger and done her best to alert him.

“We won’t take long.” He reassured her, scratching the spot just behind her ears. It immediately soothed her worries as one of her back legs began kicking in delight. 

He stood up, exiting the bedroom before closing the door, figuring this might just be between you and him for the time being. Thankfully, he was grateful for remaining level-headed for it took little to no effort to find you.

There you were, one of your arms spread wide on the couch with nothing but your panties and Trsytan’s dress shirt buttoned only at the collar. You were swirling your drink idly, barely acknowledging the soft clinks of the ice as they slowly melted in the glass. Though seeing you just two articles of clothing away from being naked, he was more focused on how preoccupied you were with your thoughts. Your face, though subtle, held a myriad of emotions.

But if he had to describe in just a few words, you just seemed emotionally exhausted, hidden behind a veil of indifference.

It didn’t take long for you to look up, feeling someone’s eyes on you from your shared bedroom’s direction. You knew it wasn’t Alice, you would’ve heard her nails clicking against the floor and rushed over to lay by your side. You blinked a couple of times, refocusing on the present as you were greeted with Trsytan’s presence.

"Hey," You broke into a tired but warm smile, “You okay?”

Even in distress, you were still looking out for others. You weren't as subtle as you were hoping to be, or maybe he has lived with you long enough to pick up your habits. The itty-bitty details that even your own uncle wouldn't be able to notice, and no doubt you wanted to keep it that way. 

But Trystan was stubborn as he was gorgeous, which is the same sentiment he has for you, to no one’s surprise.

“I should be the one interrogating you, detective,” He cocked his head, “It’s way past your bedtime.”

You were tired, that much was certain, but you weren’t keen on the idea of going to bed at the moment. Not with the thoughts going through your head, maybe even reality settling in. The close calls, the sleepless nights, the ‘bathroom breaks’ you had to take during a brutal investigation, only to bite your finger to stop yourself from crying as soon as you leave the office. 

You hid them well, but you should’ve known better than to think it could work on Trystan, too.

Not that you were able to fool the rest of the crew either. You learnt that after the third attempt, about two years into your job, coming back to your desk from an episode to find an array of small but meaningful gifts on your desk, including essential oils, a couple of your favourite snacks and a tacky ‘hang in there’ card with a cat on it. 

Though it obviously didn’t magically wash your worries away, you did remember ending the day on a much lighter note than you expected. 

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep. You'd think after being given a week off, I'd be able to sleep like a baby." You let out a soft, hollow laugh before taking a sip of your drink, “‘Drooling away’, as you’d tell me oh so affectionately.”

You were forced to crane your neck as he approached you. You would’ve made a witty remark about him standing before you in just his briefs if not for the slight frown on his face, 

"I do miss seeing you drool first thing in the morning,” He dodged the playful swat of your hand, “C'mon, back to bed, you." 

"I can't sleep though." 

"We don't have to. I feel like you and I would be more at ease if we stayed together. I know what the mind can do to someone if they’re left alone with their own thoughts for too long." He clarified with a wry smile. When you lacked any response or even a sign to move, he knelt in front of you, grabbing your free hand to hold in between his, "What can I do to help you?"

You pursed your lips, knowing you couldn't talk him out of this one. Not with his insistence.

Instead, you sighed, patting the empty spot beside you.

“Sit with me?” He didn’t give you the time to finish your question, occupying the spot as soon as you pat the seat. You chuckled, more genuine than the last as Trystan snuck his arms around you.

You took another sip, but before you could allow the sharp liquid to flow down your throat, you felt Trystan’s fingers caressing the outline of your jaw. Holding your chin in between his fingers, he turned your head so he could stare directly into your eyes. As he leaned in for a kiss, his tongue slipped into your mouth, sliding against your own and absolutely hooked on the taste. Your taste.

Sweet, slightly smoky, with a smooth finish, especially the lascivious display he had you in—an ardent lover his absolute most to clear his beloved’s head, even for just a split second.

He swiftly took the glass out of your hand, placing it on the coffee table before drawing you into a deeper kiss as he effortlessly lifted you onto his lap. Your body could only droop in his arms in the same way your eyes did.

Warmth slowly spread through his chest, the chilliness he felt prior to waking up gradually disappeared as his body temperature rose. 

You were no better, face growing hot as you reciprocated almost bashfully. You weren't shy, not by a long shot, but it did catch you off guard.

You were the first to pull away, feeling something similar to a whiplash. That didn’t mean you wanted it all to stop, and as if Trsytan knew you best, he continued, pressing his lips to your jaw down to your neck as he decorated you with kisses. You could only give into his ministrations, lolling your head back a little. 

Looping one arm around his neck, you shivered as his breath tickled the crook of your neck. Trystan could've easily been lulled by the gentle brushing of his hair. 

"We can always go somewhere tomorrow." He murmured, prompting you to look down at the top of his head.

"I think I'd prefer to stay home. Just a day or two. With you. And Alice, of course," You smiled, patting his other arm with your free hand, "Why? Did you have somewhere in mind?" 

"No, no, you know me and my impulsivity. I just thought you'd prefer a little rendezvous, just the three of us. Take your mind off things," Trystan trailed off, hoping to lighten up the mood, “I heard the zoo here is pretty nice.”

You snorted, shooting him a teasing glare even if he couldn't see it, “And risk you pulling me into a pool like you did in Drakovia? You’re not fooling me, Thorne. I can hear it in your voice.” 

“Well, I tried.” He shrugged, sharing a soft laugh with you, though his died down way before yours did as he pulled away from you just a little. You wondered if it was just you, looking over and furrowing your brows when you saw him suddenly staring into space, deep in his thoughts.

“Trystan?” 

He heard you loud and clear, and yet, couldn’t help but mull over the mention of his old home. Particularly, a memory he could never forget.

"I... I'm really sorry. In the library, back in Drakovia. I didn't mean to snap." No matter how hard he tried, hoping his mind could finally acknowledge that you had forgiven him, and despite everything that happened, from murders to betrayals in less than two months, the flash of disappointment in your eyes still haunts him to this day.

"Hey, come on. If my own family started pointing fingers at me after finding a dead body in my room, I'd get pretty testy, too." 

"Don't do that, please," You would’ve thought he was scolding you if not for the desperation in his tone, "It was not okay. You've been there for me through and through, and that was the thanks I gave you?" 

It was clearly eating him up inside. 

"Trys, I admit. It… surprised me a little. But you know I would've told you if it bothered me," Work or not, you never liked beating around the bush. You pursed your lips, trying to figure out a way to bring out his old, infuriatingly passionate self, "Plus, you apologized even before I could figure out how to… punish you for it."

You were beyond relieved to see him crack a smile, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Oh? And how were you planning on punishing me, then?" 

"Giving you the silent treatment." You replied without missing a beat, your smirk widening as his face contorted into disbelief and horror, though you knew he was partially playing into it.

"That's just cruel," He frowned. You wordlessly shrugged, biting down the cheeky smile that threatened to slip off as you turned your head to the side with your arms crossed, "And childish." 

You continued to 'ignore’ him, looking around the unit as though he wasn't present. 

"You know it's not going to work on me." 

As if on cue, a loud honk resonated from the road below, grabbing your interest as you looked over at the window to see what the fuss was about. You could play the game all day and he clearly couldn’t.

“Still not working.” He added, almost as if trying to convince himself.

Nothing.

You knew you had broken his resolve when he let out a disgruntled huff.

"That's it." 

He surged forward, wrapping his arms around you before pulling you in for a bear hug. He kissed and gnawed on your neck, the ticklish sensation only caused him to tighten his grip as you futilely tried to escape his grasp. 

“Trystan!” You yelped and squirmed, unable to control the giggle that bubbled in your throat as he pulled the button-up you wore down, exposing more of your skin for him to attack, “C’mon, you’re not playing fair!”

“No? I thought the rule was simply not to speak up. So,” He cast you a shit-eating grin, “I win.”

You groaned dramatically, letting your head fall back to his shoulder as you succumbed to his cuddling tendency. You weren't fooling anyone with your supposed exasperation, though, and you couldn't resist either. So, you took everything he had to offer.

Nothing could deter you from the warmth he exuded, both inside and out. Not even as it began to drizzle in the night, raindrops pitter-pattering against the window. 

Alice, too, probably understood that the two of you were fine, and was now sleeping soundly. 

To him, this was peace; waking up not even at the ass-crack of dawn and rambling about the prizes you’ve won as a kid or making plans to drop off Alice at his sister’s while the two of you try out the dining in the dark experience restaurant that just opened the other day.

“Hey,” You said, looking over your shoulder. He hummed in response, wanting nothing more than to feel you. Talk to you. Listen to you. Anything to have you with him, despite the weighing guilt of momentarily making this about him instead of you, “I’m sorry for what happened.”

He finally opened his eyes, half-lidded and almost as tired as you were. No longer because of the lack of sleep but at the mere thought of his old home, the sheer whiplash of it all. Everything that happened in Drakovia felt like a fever dream; the good, the bad, and the utmost ugly. 

“I’m sorry, too.” It may have been your line of work but he couldn't imagine being subjected to the chaos you two had endured, had he decided to fly home to solve the case and then come back to the States with anyone but you. Plus, the childhood reminiscing, cultural tours and sexual escapades he was able to share with you were what made the whole trip more than just bearable.

He didn't need anyone to tell him that his family was in fact not normal, and he most certainly wouldn't have vocalized his distaste in their ways if not for the agency.

That was not to say he was a coward, and he still loved his family. Every day, he thanked the universe for the outcome. Had he held onto a sliver of hope for some sense of belonging with the line instead of fighting for what he truly believed, who knows how it could’ve ended?

But it all hardly mattered now. His life wasn’t about Drakovia anymore, not to that extent It was no longer about the short-lived commodity and ‘hoping for the best’ as he did before and after his exile. Whether it was anything as mundane as being stuck in traffic with the crew or as ridiculous yet domestic as falling in the bathtub with you while giving Alice a much-needed bath. His life was nothing short of an adventure with the people that he, as cliché as it sounded, has seen as his own family.

Your eyes fluttered open as he planted a kiss on the nape of your neck, a delicate touch. One after another, his lips ascended to the sweet spot where your neck and shoulder just met.

Your breath hitched as his cold hands took hold of yours, swiping his thumbs over your knuckles. His hands then slowly travelled up your arms, imagining the goosebumps rising under the sleeves. With his shirt buttoned in a similar fashion to an off-shoulder top, he pulled the collar down your arms, just until your cleavage became more visible. 

You could feel him smile into your back at the sight of your hardened nipples peeking through the material.

"Trystan..?" He hadn't spoken a word since his hands began to wander all over your body, and it remained that way for a couple more seconds as he trailed his lips across your newly exposed skin.

"Hmm?" He hummed, coming up at your eye level as he hooked his chin on your shoulder. Following his gaze, you watched your reflections in the window. It was unclear from the raindrops trickling down the glass, but enough to make out just how naked the two of you really were.

"I just…" He piped up, but not before moving to your other shoulder to peck and nose at, "I just want you to let it all go. Lose yourself to me." 

You were like a fish out of water; it shouldn't have surprised you as it did, but something about his tone, the yearning, the sheer need to lift off the weight that you've been carrying for a while. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry now that you’d grown soft, letting your vulnerability seep through. You weren’t stupid enough to show your sensitive side out and about, but with Trystan, it felt wonderful to have someone ready as he was to take the reins. 

"Can you do that for me?" 

Then again, maybe you do know what to do. 

You nodded deliberately.

"Can you say it for me? Please?" 

“Yes,” You muttered under your breath, “Yes. Please, Trystan. Whatever you want.”

“No,” He raised your hand, kissing the back of it before looking into your eyes, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

He patiently waited for your reply, lips quirking in amusement as his eyes flitted to the way you ground your hips instinctively. 

“Whatever I want…” You dragged his hands upwards, and instantaneously understanding your desperation for his touch, he squeezed your breasts before haphazardly doing it again upon sliding them under your shirt. His cold palms only caused you to jolt as he rolled your pebbled buds in between his fingers.

Grunting as he cupped your breasts, he pecked your forehead for your attention. You peered up at him, your eyes lost in the moment of lust before widening as Trystan leaned in. Your state of surprise allowed him entrance through your lips, licking the inside of your mouth as his only form of sustenance.

You could feel the patch forming in between your legs, though Trystan's sharp eyes were quick to notice how your thighs were rubbing together. 

He broke the kiss, your breaths ghosting over each other's lips, "Feels nice, doesn't it? Letting someone else take control?" 

One of his hands left feathery touches as he reached down to your panties; black, cheeky underwear with a lace trim that he's known and loved. He slipped past the waistband, though not touching the spot you needed him most just yet. Instead, he took a handful of the material via your other leg opening before pulling it upwards, cupping your sopping pussy.

Had you not reacted in such a lewd way, suddenly digging your nails into his thigh and arching your back, you would've noticed the lazy smirk forming on his face. 

He then lifted the hem of your shirt, catching a glimpse of the tightened fabric rubbing in between your folds. 

"I'd love to know what my darling wants." He reminded with a purr, shamelessly gazing upon the erotic display. 

"I–!" You cut yourself off with a whine when he pulled the front from side to side, "Trystan, please! Please…" You placed your hand over his, the one playing with the bands of your underwear. He immediately let you take control, releasing his hold in favour of feeling your slick by brushing his fingers along your lower lips.

"You're dripping." He sighed in absolute bliss, imagining the slickness already coating his fingers before pulling his hand out of your panties without a warning.

Your protests died on your tongue when he let out a deep growl. 

He turned you around, chest to chest before pressing his lips to yours with urgency. In the midst of your passionate embrace, Trystan began to sit up on his knees, manoeuvring you by the waist so you laid on your back. His knees were on either side of you, his right arm holding himself up on the seat just over your head. 

He took a moment to appreciate you, his chest heaving as the lights of the bustling city surrounded you from behind like a golden halo crown. 

He reached up to your face, gently caressing your cheek before leaning in for a smooch. Soon, he trailed soft kisses down your body.

You squirmed, hands resting on his shoulders as he descended. His lips lingered in the valley of your breasts, locking his eyes with yours as his tongue flicked and swirled around your nipples. He did the same to the other before proceeding to your tummy, but not before playfully pulling the bud with his lips.

Your hips continued to buck, seeking relief as his firm chest hovered just over the one place you yearned for the most.

“Easy,” Judging by his tone, he was enjoying this a whole lot, hiding the smug as he held your legs down. Figuring that he has left you enough kisses for the time being, he finally reached the flimsy material between him and your, well, his pretty pussy. His words, not yours, “How shall I go about this, hm?” 

He dragged his fingers up and down your clothed sex, biting his bottom lip as you ground yourself against his teasing, “Is it just my hands that you want? Slowly stretch you open with three fingers? Or does my beautiful detective wish for my tongue as well?” 

He licked a long stripe up the damp fabric, daring you to break eye contact. Your hand shot to his hair as you jumped.

“Or,” He held onto your thighs with a smack, “Both? Will you let me taste you a bit, too?"

“Yes! Both! B-Both, please, Trys!” You begged with a gasp, resisting the urge to just claw at his pesky hands. He offered you some mercy, but not before removing your panties painstakingly slowly. Carelessly tossing the little cloth behind him, he whistled at your glistening pussy, waiting for his attention.

“Both it is.” He wasted no time, dropping his head and licked into you as his tongue could reach. The sight of Trystan’s sturdy physique holding onto your legs like you were a lifeline as he buried his face in between your legs seared into your mind. Just as you bucked again, he pulled away but was just as quick to slip his middle finger into you. 

You clenched around him just as the obscene squelch reached his ears, his finger bottoming out at his knuckles. He pulled his head back, only to surge forward once again to suck on your clit. He shook his head, soaking his lips and chin with your juices.

Satisfied with the way his fingers shined and glistened, he sucked on the juices before spitting it into your pussy. As if he wasn't a menace enough, he stuffed the same fingers back into you, with some of the spit mix leaking out.

This time, the pistoning of his fingers quickened, his lips parting as you did out of pure bliss. You could feel yourself trickling down, smearing your tight hole before the couch itself. Not that you cared, and neither did he. 

Your legs trembled, and before just as you felt the rush of heat across your body, you forced him to stop by the wrist. 

Trystan's brows shot up in surprise, and understandably so. Any signs of his tiredness seemed to have disappeared with a snap of a finger as he crawled over closer to check up on you. However, you didn't spare him a second and captured his lips with yours for a desperate kiss. 

“N-No, no. I need you,” You muttered, his forehead resting against yours as he tried syncing his heartbeat with yours from the instantaneous high. His fingers remained stuffed inside you, now moving languidly. You choked out a sob, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “Fuck, please Trystan! Fuck me.” 

Seeing you fall apart just by his hands and voice, begging him to take control was enough to result in the raging hard-on he was sporting. Each time he rutted against the seat felt almost painful just as it was more addicting than the last. 

Like a man possessed, he did as he was told, removing his boxers with his free hand while kissing away the tears of pleasure that threatened to spill. 

Slowly sliding his digits out of you, he unabashedly appraised how soaked three of his fingers were, especially glistening in the light. As much as he wanted to just suck it all off in one go, he, instead, licked your juices off his index finger. 

"How could I say no?" He cooed, finally ridding the briefs as his cock sprung out. Beads of precum dribbled down the sides, visibly aching to be inside you. Trystan threw his head back as he stroked his cock, electricity coursing through his body as he sought even an ounce of relief from your juices alone. 

You whimpered, clenching around nothing and absolutely yearning for him. Naturally spurred by your neediness, he towered over you as he trailed butterfly kisses up your frame, his unfairly large stature easily eclipsing yours.

Staring into your eyes with his half-lidded ones, he rested his forehead against yours, whispering in a tone that nearly moved you into tears for a totally different reason.

“There's no greater length I wouldn't go to to make you happy.”

Your throat tightened at his words, levelling his vulnerability just as you were to show you there was no shame in you being human. 

You sniffled, nodding thoughtfully as you hooked your arms around his neck. He nuzzled the side of your face, whispering sweet reassurances before lining himself up against your tight slit. 

He slowly pushed forward with a heady groan, gritting his teeth as he slowly breached your already clenching walls. He hung his head for a moment, feeling lighthearted from your intoxicating warmth despite not even halfway in. 

“Fuck," He drawled, the very girth of him throbbed as he eased himself in inch by inch and ignoring his need to go to town with you. It took a lot in him, especially the way you huffed and moaned so deliciously in his ear. He knew you loved it, but you didn't need that right now. 

“Trys–tan…!” You pleaded, pushing your hips back into him as he pulled out until the very tip, only to gasp sharply as he drove into you once more. He battered your cunt immensely, fueled by the way your nails dug into his back as if he may float away if you let go. He was so sweet, going slow yet deep if the way his muscles flexed was anything to go by.

A wanton moan slipped past your lips. You felt full, you were full, finding yourself in a drunken haze as he railed into you, coaxing you, or better yet, demanding you not to hold.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” His breaths grew ragged, fading into a disbelief chuckle, “That’s it, beautiful. Squeeze my cock, just like that.” 

“M—Mn–gah–!” The second you felt him reach that one sensitive spot inside you, the pitch of your voice grew higher, "Right there..!" 

His pupils were dilated, determined even at the very sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. You felt dishevelled, but Trystan thought were a sight for sore eyes, ready to be admired and worshipped.

"Gonna cum already?" You were too fucked out to think of a remark about the hint of condescension in his voice, though he made it up to you when he pounded into you a little faster, making your toes curl. It was all too addicting, despite the burn in your thighs from rolling your hips in hopes of chasing your high faster than you already were.

"Do it. Cum on me, make a mess. Bite me, scratch me, do whatever you want. I got you." He left open-mouth kisses up your jaw as his blown out pupils gazed upon yours.

With a final trust, you spasmed around his cock with an almost silent moan, holding onto him with a violent shiver. The way you clenched around him so tightly, almost constructing had one of his knuckles turning a tone lighter, clenching the seat hard as he spurted inside as you came as well.

His chest heaved, holding onto the little strength he had left to suffocating you if he were to ever fall in your arms. He didn't though, as breathless as he was, he still catered to you, leaving lazy kisses wherever he was able to reach. 

It took the two of you a minute, probably even more, but he found the will to move, slowly easing himself out and cooing at you as you whined. Feeling your cum and his dripping out slowly when he hoisted you into his arms, now leaning into him this time.

The two of you remained still, minus the exchange of kisses and worn out smiles with one another. There was no need to rush, even when the occasional tremors of your thighs or Trystan's heavy breathing have stopped after some time.

"Trys?" You whispered, throat a little raspy from your whines and screams. He held his hand up with a ‘hang on’, standing up with a slight shakiness in his knees, not bothering with the briefs he had tossed to the floor as he casually walked to the kitchen. You remained on your back, hearing the fridge door open before it closed. He then whirled around to the bedroom door, initially planning to get a towel and a blanket, only to stop dead in his tracks.

He didn’t know how to feel about going commando while Alice could potentially wake up, especially after the noises you made.

He felt stupid but he'd prefer it as such rather than traumatize your sweet girl.

Instead, he decided to check the guest bathroom.

He returned with two towels and a cold water bottle in hand, twisting the cap open before offering it to your lips. You gulped a good amount, just until Trystan was confident to pull it away and have a sip on his own. 

He even made drinking look good, your eyes darting between his bobbing Adam’s apple and the sheen of perspiration glazing his body. Half bottle gone, he placed it next to the now watered-down beverage, covered and trickling with condensation. He then grabbed the blanket conveniently draped over the headrest, for movie nights where you would likely fall asleep in front of the TV. 

He took a good couple of minutes cleaning you up, wiping off the beads of sweat then the oozes of cum between you thighs with the second towel. He did the same for himself but not before passing you the bottle once more, silently telling you to drink a little more. 

He fell back on the couch with a contented sigh, opening up his arms for you to join him. 

“Come here,” You did as he told, snuggling  in his chest and letting out a squeak as he smooched the crown of your head a couple of times, “You were saying?” 

"Let's do something later." You turned your head upwards, watching his eyes gleam at your suggestion. 

"Anything you'd like." You didn’t think this through, but you did know that you wanted to do something. Just then, you remembered the food market being held in Williamsburg for the next couple of months.

“There’s this Japanese food place that I’ve been meaning to try at Smorgasburg…” You began, but you didn’t have to explain any further for him to be on board.

“Consider it done,” He then squinted his eyes, focusing on the arms of the clock hanging above the TV, “It doesn’t start until 11, right? Might as well get some shut-eye in the meantime.”

He was right, the vendors wouldn't be open until another five hours or so, and as if on cue, you were hit with a wave of tiredness. Your eyes began to feel droopy, prompting you to make yourself comfortable in his arms. 

“Is that a yes?” He asked with a chuckle. You nodded with an ‘mhm’, “Thank you.”

“For the nap?” You quirked a brow, his expression settling into a warmer one as you smiled at each other. He closed the distance between your faces, pressing a kiss on the apple of your cheek.

“For everything.” He could go on and on about how much his life changed when the two of you met and vice versa, but he’d rather not give you a blackmail-worthy material if he were to ever talk nonsense in his sleep, although he had no doubts that you’d prefer otherwise. He was starting to doze off just as you did, pulling the covers higher before flicking the lamp light switch off and letting you snuggle against him. Your only source of light being the twinkles and glimmers of the city itself. 

That brought a bright smile to your face, touched to see just how far you were. You really have fallen hard, but what was new? 

It’ll be another day once the sun shines, but for now, he could rest easy, and so could you. And even if you did wake up past what was initially planned, or if the day remained too rainy for you to head out, that was fine, too.

With Trystan around, there wasn't anything for you to worry about.

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» prompts used ;; 3. let me taste you ; 8. sweet & slow ; 24. worship

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i've been slowly chipping away and writing a prompt month over on my writing blog @fragileizywriting ! usually when i finish a day, i post it there, but it's been a while since i've actually posted one of them, but that's because some of them are... how do you say... more suited to ao3. heeheeh.

i started it in january and i'm getting close to finishing it sooner or later! i have plans to publish it in september in honor of smutember. or cocktober. dickcember...????? uhhhmmm. one of those :3

there's actually some bit of plot in it, so it's not completely just sex. but it is just sex. you know how it is :D

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3 Days...

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[wolfjustdraws]

Chapters: 3/30 Fandom: Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage Relationships: Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, Anthony Lockwood/Quill Kipps, Quill Kipps/Jessica Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle/The Skull, Lucy Carlyle/Quill Kipps, Lucy Carlyle/George Cubbins, Flo Bones/George Cubbins, Anthony Lockwood/The Skull, Anthony Lockwood/Flo Bones, Quill Kipps/Flo Bones, Quill Kipps/Holly Munro, Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood/Quill Kipps Characters: Lucy Carlyle, Anthony Lockwood, Jessica Lockwood, The Skull (Lockwood & Co.), George Cubbins, Flo Bones, Holly Munro, Quill Kipps Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Tumblr: Smutember, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Public Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Gay Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Bottom!Lucy Carlyle, Top!Quill Kipps, Kitchen Sex, cooking competitiveness, Swearing, sugar cookies, getting caught, Deep kissing, Frustration, Sexual Frustration Series: Part 2 of Smut Smoothies Summary:

Its Smutember! Time to get naughty children!

[nautiscarader]

Marichat 3?

(Ao3)

"Oh my goodness, Chat!"

Marinette tossed her headphones to her desk as she noticed Chat Noir's face reflected in the window. Only then she also heard the sound of droplets of rain banging on the sill, which made Chat's jump inside a little less graceful.

"Thank you, princess", he bowed, "Still getting used to your new, balcony-less place."

"How-how long have you been out there?", Marinette looked at his soaked blonde hair, dripping onto his suit. 

"Just a few minutes. Been seriously worried I will dissolve, last time you told me I was sweet." 

Marinette sent him a polite smile  while she grabbed a couple of towels from her cupboard and proceeded to clean his hair.

"Thanks, princess", he replied, purring gently under her touch, "Been waiting for my patrol partner, but she;s late. And Ladybug is busy tonight, so got nowhere to go."

"She-she probably has some personal life stuff to do...", Marinette looked at the stack of books, feeling increasingly guilty she had to leave him alone in the rain tonight. 

"Nah, it's okay. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be getting such delicate treatment from you."

His ears twitched as he turned his head around and gave her a smirk. His charming smile quickly led to Marinette cupping his half-soaked face and giving him a long, tender kiss. Her hand slipped down his chest, and as she did so, one thing became noticeable...   "You are shivering.", she spoke.

"Again, you have only yourself to blame."

"Better check if the rain didn't get inside your suit", she countered, her lips curling into a sly smirk, "We wouldn't want you to get a fever, would we?"

"I don't think I possibly can get any hotter."

Marinette smiled as she grabbed his bell and dragged it down, revealing his lean, but muscular chest. It has been quite a while since their last steamier date, and with her college exams piling up, she really missed her boyfriend's scent.

"No water here..." she spoke, as her hand reached under his belt line, causing Chat to flinch. Marinette was not surprised by the lack of pants - she knew his suit detected his intentions well before she started unzipping him.

"But I think I found one thing needed to be dried out..."

Marinette gently pushed his suit down, revealing his hard cock and its twitching head, glistening with precum.

"Mhm, yes, I need to take care of that..."

Her second hand cupped his balls, while she kept stroking his imposing shaft, watching as more droplets pf his heat forms on its tip. From her slightly bent position, she looked up, watching the grimace on his face, as she continued her work.

"Oh no.", she spoke with fake worry, "It looks like it's getting leakier..."

And before Chat could react, Marinette's lips closed around him, feeling the warmth of his rod, musk and saltiness of his seed, and the effect her caresses had on his delicate skin.

"Marinette..."

Chat purred, gently patting her head, as she dived down onto him without need of his help. Her soft lips coated Chat's cock with copious amount of her saliva. letting her mouth slide freely up and down, and later back and forth, as she changed her position. Her murmurs, combined with her tonguework only brought more droplets of his precum to her mouth which she greedily swallowed down, knowing a far bigger reward awaits her.

But just as Chat was about proclaim his love for her with his climax, Marinette let go of him, using the same towel to properly dry him off.

"There, all done.", she suddenly stated, "You can dress up and go."

It only took a second for Chat to react. With a happy shriek, Marinette was pushed into her pillows as Chat's naked, pent-up body exerted delicious weight onto her, his claws undoing her blouse and jeans, while their mouths sought each other.

"You think you can tease me...?"

"I just did." 

"Well... how about a payback?"

Marinette's eyes opened as Chat dashed lower, down her body to her jeans-free legs and slid his claw against her panties, where a damp spot has already formed.

"Looks like I am not the only one who is wet..."

While Chat might have been gentle with the rest of her clothes, he dragged her panties down nearly ripping it apart as he craved her taste. Marinette spread her thighs and grabbed her pillow to scream into, trained by years of living with her parents and having to hide her moans whenever he visited.

Chat lapped her juices, already flooding her pussy and concentrated on her clit, while his fingers did most of the hard work, penetrating her sex.

His other hand on her thighs kept her  crotch exposed for Chat to explore with kisses and licks, and it wasn't long until Marinette was shivering from anticipation as climax in her loins was steadily building.

"Ch-Chat!", Marinette reacted to him slowing down.

"Say 'please'", he spoke, "If you want to cum."

"P-Please..."

"Please what, princess?"

"Please... make me rain."

And with that command, Chat's fingering, combined with delicate stroking of her clit reached her edge, and his face became soaked again, this time with Marinette's explosive prgasm as her hips jerked, making her thrash and wail.

But as she recovered from her pleasure, her chest rising and falling, she noticed Chat towering over her again, his cock demanding her interest.

Marinette crawled back onto her knees and returned to her blowjob, feeling the tension in  his loins she left unresolved. And as Chat's groans grew in volume, Marinette let go of him once more, but this time with her hand firmly around his cock to deliver one final stroke. And with his face wet, there was only one punishment Marinette could imagine for herself.

He yelled when he came, sending a firehose of cum directly at her face, splattering it with streams of warm, thick, gooey cum. At least two weeks of Marinette delaying her date with him came onto her, painting her face and her hair white until it began to dribble down onto her breasts. 

"Well, great.", Chat spoke, catching breath as he marvelled at the sight of Marinete coated in his seed, "We're back to square one."

"So how about we...", Marinette paused to gather a thick strand of cum that dripped down her cheek, "How about we make it even wetter?"

"Shower?"

"I thought you;d never ask."

Marinette smiled as Chat took her in his arms and carried her to her small bathroom. She wondered for a moment how would Alya react to seeing her coated in Chat's cum, and knowing the two would be even messier in the cabin.

Marinette didn't have to wait long for an answer, as Rena Rouge, having filmed the spectacular, messy cumshot sent it to her roommate with a simple text: "Chat was MIA on patrol, so I knew where to find him. BTW, you are on cleaning duties for a month."   

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Smutember 2021 “Whatcha starin’ at?”

Wakfu Pipin/Elely 

Elely takes a bath with her dad. 

written for @smutember requested by anon

Warning contains Incest. All characters are 18 or over. This story is for adults only. NSFW under the cut. 

Elely turned away, blushing. The pair of Lops were at a hot spring they had found. They were out training working up a deep sweet. So Pinpin decided they should take a dip. This was the first time Elely had seen her father naked and it was quite the sight. His cock was huge, not just in length, but in girth as well.

She felt a tingle in her crotch as the warm water rushed around her naked body. The water was very clear so it didn’t do much in terms of hiding their nude bodies. Elely wanted so much to put her fingers into crotch while thinking about Pinpin���s giant member. She desperately pawed at her crotch, horney as hell.

Her father must have noticed. “Elely, do you want to sit on Papa’s lap?”

Red faced, she didn't even say anything. Swimming on over, she placed her large ass onto her father’s lap.

“Hmmm, you have your mother’s ass.”

His dick sat between her ass cheeks. She felt it harden. “Oh daddy,” she moaned as she started grinding against him. His eyes rolled back as his cock spurted out his thick semen.

“Oh shit, baby girl, that felt so good.”      

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[smutember]

Dipper isn’t really a morning person. Or an evening person.

But he *is* a Wendy person, and she’s a Dipper person, so it all works out.

[slushrottweiler]

Vesuvia University Institute of Medicine and Magic: Kink and Fetish Study

Chapter 3: The use of vibrating paraphernalia and its effect on improved phone interactions

The latest chapter in my smutastic sex study fic, featuring every one favourite Disaster Doctor, and apprentice Terra. For today's @smutember entry "Quickie" and "Toys"

...

Holy fuckstick that is a lot of cock!

Laid out in a neat row on her bed was the largest collection of sex toys Terra had ever seen outside of the internet.  The assorted rainbow of coloured paraphernalia varied wildly in shape, size and materials. From simple peach-toned dildo to a sleek glass phallus, to the three-pronged pink monstrocity with a variety of attachable ridges, textured sleeves and seven-speed vibration settings; it would seem that every kind of penetrative sex toy had been included in Terra's recent parcel. 

She picked up a vibrator at random; this one a stylish mauve with artistic curves meant to pleasure both the clit and g-spot. After fiddling with the settings, the device began to whirr softly and Terra let out a bark of laughter. She dug her phone from her back pocket and dialled the most recent number on her register. If she was honest, her call and text log was mostly just this one number.

The call was answered on the second ring, and Terra didn't wait for a hello before chiming in.

'Why the fuck did I just receive a bouquet of cocks?' 

Terra heard Doctor Julian Devorak choke on the other end of the line. She was beginning to enjoy startling the man.

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'Terra! I ahh... um well you see... ah hang on.' Julian stuttered, and Terra switched off the purple vibrator as she flopped down amongst her new presents. A technicoloured toy shaped like a 'roided out flower bumped into her forehead and she batted it away.

She could hear the doctor shuffling, then a door closing tightly and Julian clearing his throat. 'Sorry, I'm in my office now. Did you just say you received a severed appendage?'

Terra cackled, 'No! I got a box of dildos, you twit.'

'Oh! Well that is far less disturbing. Why didn't you just say that my dear? You know how to scare a man!' Julian's voice relaxed noticeably and Terra let a smile start to form on her lips.

'We sent them to you to try out. Experiment with alternate stimuli, that kinda thing.' He continued.

'You want me to use ALL of THEM?' Terra sat bolt upright on her bed and looked around at the sea of dicks that surrounded her. 'I don't even know what some of these are! Like, what the actual fuck is this spirally one supposed to be?'

Terra picked up a glittery silver vibrator, that tapered off into a corkscrew. It had a heavy knob at the base and what appeared to be a large suction cup. The button at the base triggered the motor, and it began spinning wildly, startling a cry from Terra. She could hear Julian laughing on the other end of the line.

‘I think that one is supposed to be a unicorn cock?’ he chortled.

‘What?’ Terra squawked, tossing the toy across the bed.

Between chuckles, Julian managed to respond. ‘I thought you’d enjoy the whimsy of it.’

‘You picked me out a magic horse dick!’

He choked on his own laughter and Terra grinned from her side of the call. She switched off the unicorn dildo and pushed it to the far side of her penis rainbow. If she was honest with herself, she’d always been fascinated by the creative variety of sex toys but had been too chicken to purchase any of the more outlandish models. With that in mind, she could guess that a few other toys were based on the reproductive organs of various mythical beasts. 

‘Well they’d make a good talking point for dinner parties.’ Julian suggested.

‘Yeah,’ Terra laughed, ‘I’ll just place this flower dick on a bookshelf and see how many people think its modern art.’

‘I genuinely dare you to do that.’

The two snickered together at their own joke. Terra brushed her hand over the toys, eventually settling on the rabbit-eared one that had caught her eye. This one was a smooth silicone toy, the kind of high end design that tried its best not to appear like a penis. Deep, luxurious red; she stroked the length of it, pleased to find it had no seams on the shaft, or clit stimulator. She turned it over in her hands, pressing a button at random. 

A soft hum filled the space. This toy didn’t rotate, simply quivered in her grip. She could control the speed of each independent motor of the toy, and she experimented by rotating between intensities and rhythms. She switched her phone onto speaker to test out the sensation on the palm of her hand. 

The vibration tingled through her fingers and up her arm, a rolling rhythm that made her eyelids flutter when she pressed it into a sore joint of her hand. 

‘I think I’ve found my favourite.’ She mumbled absently.

There was a sharp gasp from the phone. ‘You’re trying them out now?’ Julian asked.

Terra turned and flopped down on her pillow beside the phone. She waggled the toy at the device, as though Julian could see it.

‘Just against my palm. If nothing else, it’ll do wonders for my hand cramps.’ 

‘Well that’s something. Which one is it?’ Julian asked.

Rather than answer, Terra scooped up the phone and snapped a quick picture of herself, posing ridiculously with the vibrator held against her cheek. A few of the other toys could be seen at the edges of the frame, but mostly it was just a closeup shot of her goofy pout and the red vibe. Without thinking, she sent the photo to Julian.

‘I don’t know the name, its this red one.’ She explained.

‘There are three different red ones.’ 

‘Yeah I know. Is red your favourite colour or something?’ Terra teased.

‘Mahogany actually, but red is rather –’ he trailed off when the bing of an incoming text signaled, and Terra grinned at the ceiling as she imagined his gobsmacked face. She thought she heard a strangled groan, but it was gone in a rumble of chuckles. 

‘That is… unreasonably adorable.’ Julian declared. His voice was pitched a bit lower, possibly to keep the volume down. 

‘What can I say? I am just a bundle of cuteness.’ She replied sarcastically. 

‘Yeah...’ Julian trailed off with a sigh. 

Moments tricked by in silence, and Terra checked her phone to see if the call had dropped. Tapping the still-active toy against her shoulder, she asked, ‘So, do I need to take notes on them or something?’

Julian cleared his throat before responding. ‘Yes, if you like. Otherwise you can call me, and I can record the data. You could film it if you were comfortable with that.’

‘Yeah, nah.’ Terra said. ‘So you’d guide me through it?’ 

The line between them seemed suddenly heavy with tension. Julian hadn’t been present for any guided masturbation sessions since ‘The Car Incident’, as Terra had been calling it. They’d still met up plenty, but their experiments had been self-guided, with Julian taking on the role of silent observer. It hadn’t yielded as consistent a response as their previous tests, and a part of Terra was itching for the doctor to have a more active roll.

‘Um no.’ Julian answered, and Terra tried not to feel disappointed. ‘But we can angle it a different way. I’m looking to progress the angle that you respond more to the actual speech than who is saying what. Less instruction kink and more a voice kink. So we can try you describing to me what you are doing, and I can take down the notes.’

The idea of describing herself getting off to Julian did have some appeal, but not as much as she would have liked. Still, she was being paid to try these things out, and the idea of Julian listening in as she got off had its perks. She wondered if maybe, late at night when he was tired and not thinking quite so straight; did he get off on the images of her he had seen that day? Did he think about her touching herself, think about touching her himself . 

She turned the vibrator over in her palm. Terra knew she shouldn’t be hoping for things like that. Julian was her supervising doctor for Christ’s sake. But… she still wanted him to want her. Just as much as she did. Which was cruel and wrong and not something she should be thinking about. She needed to get this out of her head, focus her mind on something else.

‘Are you busy now?’

‘Huh? Wha, no not really.’ Julian stuttered adorably.

Terra reclined back on her bed, kicking the other toys onto the floor and settling comfortably in a warm patch of sunlight. She switched the vibrator onto its lowest setting and touched it gently to the exposed skin of her thigh. The tiny tremors were pleasant and just a little naughty, and she let out a low hum as she traced the vibrating tip in random patterns.

‘That’s good doc. Don’t want you working too hard.’ Her own voice had slowed, turned thick and smooth like honey.  

‘I’ll have you know I maintain a very healthy work/life balance.’ 

That earned a lazy snort from Terra, who let her eyelids flutter shut -- to focus completely on the sound of Julian’s voice and the rumbling vibrations. 

‘Which is why you’re constantly found asleep at your desk?’ 

‘Well maybe my desk is just surprisingly comfortable.’ 

‘I’ll have to test that for myself doc.’ Terra purred, and she heard Julian swallow thickly over the line. With a shiver, Terra dragged the toy up her thigh until it skimmed the edge of her denim cut-offs. She skimmed the tip against her inner thigh as goosebumps trailed in its wake.

‘Would you like that my dear?’ Fuck, Julian’s voice had taken on that deep tone he used when he instructed her. She couldn’t tell if he did it on purpose; if he was teasing or serious, but the sound had anticipation coiling in her stomach and heat pooling between her legs.

‘And if I did?’ Terra purred back, ‘Maybe I want to imagine being laid out across your desk. Spread across it like a dream.’

Carefully, so she didn’t jostle her phone from where it balanced on the pillow beside her, Terra unsnapped her shorts and kicked them away. Her underwear was already damp, and she immediately pressed firmly down on her aching clit. A low groan escaped as she massaged the aching bud through the light cotton, her other hand still ghosting the vibrator against her skin. 

When Julian spoke again, he sounded torn between arousal and frustration. ‘Damnit Terra, that’s not --’

‘It’s just a fantasy doc. Isn’t that why you sent me this box of toys? To let me play?’ This was the first time Terra had taken such a talkative role in their sessions, and the sound of Julian’s breathing growing laboured was a jolt to her system. 

‘Is that what you’re doing? Playing with me?’ he groaned.

Terra smirked. ‘Well, right now I’m playing with myself.’ As if to punctuate her words, Terra turned the vibration setting up, so the rumbling buzz sounded louder in the quiet afternoon space. She slid the tip under the seam of her underwear, stroking it back and forth until a full body shudder rolled over her. She heard Julian curse quietly.

‘How about it doc? Wanna play with me?’

‘Terra…’ he dragged out her name, a warning mixed with a plea.

‘Come on. For science…’ Terra knew she was treading a very fine line. She was probably stepping over it. But right now, with the ache between her legs and the sound of Julian’s breath in her ear, she couldn’t seem to help herself.

‘Fuck. You will be the death of me.’ Julian hissed and a breathless laugh escaped Terra as she realised she had won. As if this was the signal she had been waiting for, Terra pulled aside her underwear and finally pressed the vibrator fully against her clit.

Her back arched off the bed on impact, a shaky gasp mixing with Julian’s groan. Not wanting to go slowly, she rubbed the rumbling vibe fully against her clit, hips bucking up to meet the toy. It wasn’t hard to imagine Julian’s attention fully fixed on her, knowing he was listening with rapt attention from the other end of the call.

‘Tell me what you’re doing Terra.’ Julian asked. His words shook as he spoke, and it only egged Terra on. 

‘For science?’ She teased and revelled in the snarl that echoed through the phone.

 ‘Just tell me, please.’ he begged and oh, that was a new and exciting sound.

Terra dragged the toy down over folds until it was coated in her slick. Lining up the shuddering tip with her entrance, Terra pressed the toy into her slowly, letting the pleasure of her being stretched fill her voice.

‘It’s inside me.’ she panted once it was pushed to the hilt. The two soft ears settled easily on either side of her clit, and she quickly cycled through the patterns to find a roiling pulse that made her toes curl. ‘Fuck it fills me up so well.’

‘Gods Terra.’ Julian huffed and she started to move.

Keeping her wrist action steady, Terra slowly eased the toy in and out of her. As she panted, she quickened the pace, letting the toy press up against her g-spot with ever push. She was so wet, it glided easily in and out.

‘I’m going slow. Its… fuck, its bigger than I thought it would be.’ humming low in her throat, she sped up slightly, meeting her own movements with a thrust of her hips. Julian groaned, and a loud thump sounded, as though he had just slammed his head back against a wall.

‘It feels so good doc. Reaches all the right spots.’ she murmured, turning her head so it faced the phone beside her head. Julian’s voice was tinny through the speaker, and was muffled, like he was holding the phone close to his lips. God, now Terra was thinking about his lips. Firm and pink, and so quick to quirk into a sly smile. She could see him in her mind’s eye, leaning over her on all fours as she plunged the toy deeper, pressing the ears more firmly against her clit.

Julian swallowed hard. ‘Does it fill you up darling?’

Terra’s reply was a whimper and an increase in speed. Her hips jerked up as she fucked herself harder with the vibrator Julian had picked out for her. The steady buzz mixed with the wet slap of silicone meeting skin. Her own gasps seemed to reverberate off the walls of her bedroom, but she was focused solely on the quiet sounds coming from her phone. There was a clack of metal and fuck… was that a zipper.

‘Julian…’ Terra gasped and the doctor gifted her with a full blown moan that had her grip tightening on the toy. ‘Julian, are you…’

‘Don’t.’ he groaned, and she strained to hear the sounds in the background of Julian’s call. A steady thumping blended with his panting breaths, keeping time with her own actions. 

‘Just,’ Julian continued through his teeth, ‘Just dont stop.’ he groaned.

Terra moaned, her free hands gripping her hair as she fucked herself harder. ‘I won’t. I can’t stop.’

The sounds of sex bounced between them, Terra’s moans turning to heady pants as she pushed herself higher. She was so wet now, her own slick coated the toy and her own fingers. Sunlight warmed her quivering legs as her imagination melded with the sounds Julian made. 

With a particularly strong thrust, Terra all but squealed and arched of the bed, throwing her head back as the vibrations pulsed through her. Her actions disrupted her phone, which slid away and fell off the pillow. Instantly she whimpered at the loss, eyes snapping open to flail madly across her bed until she could scoop it up again. Quickly tapping it off speaker, she pressed the mobile against her ears and whimpered in pleasure at effect. It was like Julian was panting right in her ear, like he was pressed against her and the sounds pumped heat into her blood.

‘Don’t go.’ She begged without thinking. She pressed the phone harder as she slammed the toy into her aching cunt. “I’m getting close…’

‘I’m not going anywhere darling.’ Julian groaned on the other end of the line. ‘I’m right there… with you.’

“Fuck Julian. Fuck, fuck, fuuucckkk…’ Curses and pleas tumbled from Terra as she neared the edge. Julian moaned along with her, his cries muffled like he was biting his lip. Screwing her eyes shut tightly, Terra let herself sink into the vibrations of the toy and his voice, until she felt like she was wound so tightly she would snap.

‘Oh fuck, I’m cumming!’ The words ripped out of Terra and she came. Her orgasm smashed into her, hot and quick, with the sounds of Julian's gurgled moans filling her head. Her whole body seemed to shudder as the vibrations pushed her over, mouth open wide in a perfect silent O.

It took a minute for Terra’s brain to reboot. She slid the toy out of her with a quiet squelch, turning it off and letting it drop beside her without a care for the sheets. Considering how wet she was, she would have to change them anyway. Heavy panting came from the other end of the line, and Terra wondering if it was just an echo from her own ragged breathing of if it was really Julian who was so out of breath. 

‘Well,’ Julian cleared his throat before he spoke. He did sound a little out of it. ‘I think we’ve found your new favourite toy.’

In her orgasm-fried state, Terra just threw her head back and laughed.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

 

Julian stared at the phone he had just hung up. The standard call screen closed after a moment, revealing the last thing he had looked at besides the call. Filling the screen was a picture of his patient, pouting ridiculously. Her hair was spread out against her pillow in a vivid green halo, amber eyes flashing with mischief in the afternoon light. And poking her in the cheek was a deep red vibrator, its dual ends just visible in the shot.

The very same vibrator he had just listened to her get herself off with. A sex toy he had bought her.

Because she was a Patient in a Study HE was supposed to be supervising.

Looking down at himself, Julian cringed at the sight. His fist was still clenched around the base of his cock, softening after he had come hard to the sinful sounds coming from the girl he couldn’t seem to get out of his head. His own cum was splattered against the dark denim of his jeans, hanging low on his hips from where he had pushed it out of the way just enough to free himself. 

Dropping his head back against his shut office door, Julian covered his eyes with his arm, and groaned.

He was well and truly fucked.

[glasvera]

Soaked

Kevin x Fem!Boss/Boss Lys

Disclaimer: This is a rewrite/edit of my Smutember Day 3 fic, “In the Rain." If you've seen this post before, it's because I had technical difficulties with it the first time and reposted it! Sorry!

Description: The Boss finds herself stuck outside in the pouring rain after an unfortunate yet ironic turn of events in which her car gets stolen in the middle of the desert. She’s soaked, in the middle of nowhere, and only has about 10% left on her phone, so she’s gotta make this call count.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!!), lots of cursing, unprotected sex, light bondage, car sex, oral (F receiving)

A/N: I was incredibly unhappy with the way the original turned out, seeing as I tried to pump it out in one day. The word count has now doubled (I think this is the longest standalone fic I’ve ever written LOL), I’ve spent several days editing it, and I feel much more confident. I hope you all enjoy this tribute to my favorite shirtless himbo as much as I do :)

Word Count: 8776

“Shit! Shit! Fucking fuck shit!”

Her heel stamped several times in emphasis, kicking up mud as the rain continued to soak through her clothing. Lys desperately scrubbed back and forth on her phone screen with a part of her shirt that wasn’t completely drenched, smearing the moisture all over it as she tried to hunch over while she swiped through her contacts. She groaned in frustration as the water droplets dragged across the touch screen, distorting it and preventing her from navigating it properly. She continued scrolling up furiously before the moisture finally won the battle, bringing the screen to a halt. Her face scrunched up, lips pursed on the cusp of another string of curses, before she sighed in relief upon seeing “Kev” listed among the displayed names. Impatiently, she jammed her finger onto the buttons over and over until it finally went through to a calling screen.

She held the phone to her ear, wary of accidentally pressing any more buttons with her cheek. As it rang for several moments, her heart started to sink as she remembered his tendency to miss calls. 

“Come on, pick up pick up pick up…” she chanted as she paced back and forth, head turning back and forth in search of some semblance of shelter, “If there were ever a time to pick up the phone, it would be now, Kev…” Spotting a small outcropping of rock a few hundred feet away, she perked up slightly and started jogging over to it.

Rain wasn’t exactly common in Santo Ileso, and certainly not to this extent of a downpour. The desert was one big tumultuous landslide, ponds were overflowing at their banks, and the humidity was absolute torture. All of that coupled with the fact that some random fucker had stolen her ride (despite her trying to park it somewhere inconspicuous), her afternoon of casual exploration and gang murder had suddenly gotten a lot shittier.

Her boots sloshed through the mud, splattering some of it against her new thigh-high stockings as she winced. “Today just keeps getting better,” she muttered sarcastically to herself as she panted, trying desperately to keep her balance as the ground did its best to slip her up.

“Yo, Lys!” She nearly dropped her phone in surprise when Kevin’s cheery voice finally filtered through the speaker, causing her stomach to flip. “What’s up?”

“Kev!” she responded ecstatically as she scrambled to get a better hold on her phone, her wet fingers fumbling to find purchase on the smooth surface as she let out a string of expletives under her breath. 

He chuckled over the line as she heard something sizzling in the background, “That’s my name. Need something?”

“I need a ride. I’m out in the middle of the fucking desert, but my phone’s about to die,” she rambled out, exasperated and breathing heavily as she cowered beneath the overhang of the giant rust-colored rock archway. “Some jackass stole my car, and I’m stranded out here.” Her head thumped against the rough stone behind her and her shoulders slumped as she relaxed slightly, sheltered from the worst of the elements.

“Shit, the blue one you just finished doing that sick paint job on?” he asked sympathetically. She made a noise somewhere between a groan and a whine in affirmation, the sound muffled as she ran her hand down her face to wipe off the excess rain. “Alright, alright, hold on. Send me your location, and I’ll be right there, bud,” he reassured her, his calm and even voice soothing her more than she expected. “We can go look for that carjacking shitstain after we get you taken care of.”

She nodded with a slight smile before realizing he obviously couldn’t see her doing that. “Yeah, yeah I, uh… yeah. Alright. Thanks, Kev,” she replied as she started texting him the information. It took her a minute to type it out as the water droplets remaining on the screen seemed intent on making it nearly impossible to tap the keyboard properly. She chuckled as she heard him humming along to some tune in the background, waiting patiently. Finally, she was able to finish and hit the send button, returning the phone to her ear as she pinched the bridge of her nose with a frustrated exhale.

“Aaaaand got it,” he stated as the text went through. “Hold tight. I’ll be right there.”

“You’re a fucking lifesaver, Kev,” she sighed out as she rested a hand on her forehead.

“Yeah, yeah. You can thank me later,” he replied, and she swore she could hear him smile on the other line, “Be there soon, Lys.” She felt a heat bloom in her cheeks that definitely wasn’t thanks to the Santo Ileso heat.

“Y-Yeah. See you soon, Kev.” She hung up, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Probably just from the jog, she tried to convince herself as she resigned herself to the wait.

When Kevin finally drove up in his now dirt and mud stained sedan about ten minutes later, he found her shivering slightly and leaning against the rock, wringing out the water from her jacket.

He pulled up underneath the stone archway, his tires crunching through the rocky sand as they came to a halt. “Sorry!” he called out as the door swung open, “I would have been here sooner, but I figured you’d appreciate it if I brought a change of clothes. Oh, and I laid some towels down on the seats.” 

She couldn’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness as she shook her jacket out. “I do appreciate it, Kev. You’re too sweet.”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a slight pink decorating his cheeks. "Aw, it was nothing. Wanted to make sure you were taken care of." He hopped out of the car and made his way towards her, holding one of the towels and ushering her to the vehicle as he moved to wrap the cloth around her shoulders. As he got closer, he nearly choked and dropped the towel as his face went beet red. “Shit, Boss. You really uh… got pretty drenched, huh?”

Santo Ileso weather was usually unforgiving, so she’d planned today’s wardrobe around the sun beating its rays on her back and making her sweat buckets. All of her cheap bras were too uncomfortable to get sweaty in, but the thought of chafing tits sounded even worse still, so she improvised. One pair of black cross pasties and a thin white tank top later, the rain had now compromised the upper portion of her outfit so that she was all but exposed as the wet fabric clung desperately to her skin. She looked like a drowned rat with two X’s marking the spot as they so modestly covered her nipples.

Lys noticed his shocked expression, and the state of her shirt, and crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh come on! You walk around shirtless all the time. It's not that big of a deal,” she chastised, feeling self conscious as she squirmed slightly under his gaze. “Can we please just get back to the church?” she pleaded as she nodded her head in the direction of the car.

Kevin snapped out of it and nodded his head, blinking several times as he tried to refocus. “Yeah, of course Boss. Sorry about that,” he replied as he wrapped the fluffy towel around her snugly. “Let’s go home.”

Determined to be more of a gentleman after that, he opened the door to the back seat as he offered her a helping hand. She couldn’t help but snicker slightly at the gesture, seeing as she was perfectly capable of getting in on her own, but she appreciated it all the same. Just as he’d said, more plush Saints purple towels were strewn across the seats, and a dry shirt and pants lay folded on the opposite side.

“Figured I’d let you get changed on the way back if you wanted. The sooner you get out of those clothes, the better right?” he offered as he closed the door and hopped into the driver’s seat, taking a swig of the cola bottle he’d left in the console.

“Kev, if you wanted to get me naked you could have just asked,” she joked as she pulled off her boots and began to peel off her stockings like shedding skin.

He coughed and sputtered, nearly spitting his drink as he pounded a fist on his chest and cleared his throat. “That’s not what I meant!” he retaliated as he wiped his mouth off on his shoulder. His head spun as he processed what she meant by that, but he brushed it off as a joke as he drew his seatbelt across his lap.

“Calm down, Kev. I’m just teasing,” she smirked, but she couldn’t help but bite her lip at the implications of her own jest. Of course she found him attractive. He was nearly perfect boyfriend material to begin with, what with his cooking skills and caring personality, and goodness knows he was incredibly easy on the eyes. She wondered if he'd ever caught her staring at him before. 

His eyes flashed up at the rearview mirror for a moment, his breath hitching in his throat as he watched her reveal the skin of her thighs from beneath her stockings. He turned up the radio to drown out the cacophony of very un-friend-like thoughts as he started to pull out of the dusty lot, his knuckles going white as he gripped the steering wheel.

To say Kevin’s car wasn’t built for off-roading was an understatement. Lys was having a hard enough time trying to change in the back of the small car to begin with, but the mud, rocks and debris scattering the desert did little to help as she bounced around the backseat. When she moved to take her tank top off, the fabric kept twisting and getting stuck with her movements. She was definitely going to have some bruises tomorrow. 

“Fuck! I should have just waited until you got on the main road,” she thought aloud as she finally started to get it over her head. One particularly bad bump shot her up several inches as she had it at her elbows and, much to her chagrin, the fabric caught on the clasp of her chain necklace and held fast.

“Shit!” She tried to tug on it without choking herself, but to no avail as the sturdy metal held onto the almost rope-like fabric of her twisted shirt. Water trickled down from the wrung out clothing and tickled her arms, further adding to her discomfort. “Fuck me…” she sighed, incredibly annoyed, as her arms were pinned above her head.

“You okay back there?” Kevin asked, trying not to look as he kept nearly all his attention on not slipping and sliding along the dirt path that was slick from the rain.

“Yeah, I’m-” she started to speak, but one of the tires hit another rock big enough to get a little more air as she yelped, hitting her head on the ceiling and somehow managing to land her tank-top trapped arms around the headrest of the seat behind her. She shook her head, dazed, as she tugged harder at the fabric before beginning to panic. "Shit… shit!" She’d slipped off the seat itself and was dangling by her arms as she struggled to get up, bumping her knees in the back of Kevin’s seat a few times in the process. The loose towels and bumpy roads made it nearly impossible for her to push back up as she continued to slide back off. “Okay! Nope! Not good!”

“Shit, alright. I’m pulling over.”

Lys realized her situation and who she was with and backpedaled immediately. “Wait! Wait! No, wait, it’s okay! We can just wait until we get back. I can get Neenah to help me!” she offered, but he didn’t hear her over the sound of the radio and the rain as it started coming down harder, almost deafening as it pitter-pattered on the metal roof of the car. She let out an exasperated sigh and a long, drawn out curse, hanging her head in embarrassing defeat as she waited for him to find a place to pull over.

A minute or two later, Kevin spotted an abandoned, rusty trailer with a carport and drove beneath it, sheltering him from the rain as he got out of the car. His shoes splashed in the mud as he stepped over to the back door, flinging it open as he rushed to her aid. He froze, feeling his entire face and chest go red as he opened the door, and slapped a hand over his face to cover his eyes. She was barely hanging off the edge of the seat itself, arms restrained above her head as her legs were bent at the knees trying to push off of the floor. Pasties were the only thing covering her chest as she tried desperately to retain her lower modesty by clamping her thighs together beneath her miniskirt that was now riding up her ass.

He turned away from her, waving his other hand as if that would somehow make him forget the real life pinup in front of him. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“Just shut up and please get me untangled from this shit!” she snapped, her voice coming out harsher than she intended in her embarrassing predicament, and he flinched at her tone. She winced, trying to compose herself. “I'm sorry, I just… Please?”

“H-Here, I’ll just…” he turned back and braced a hand on the doorframe as he leaned forward, “I’ll keep my eyes closed and…” his other hand, removed from his face as his eyes remained shut, reached out aimlessly until it found the back of the seat as he leaned across her into the vehicle. “You just tell me where I need to move my hand, okay?”

The boss nearly snorted at his idea, but she was far too focused on the way he hovered over her nearly naked body, his beautiful chest and tattoos on full display just a foot or two away from her. She was pretty sure she’d give up just about anything right now to free her hands and run them up and down his pecs and abs. Her eyes followed down the tattoo on his left shoulder, admiring the details and the way it outlined his muscles as his arms flexed to hold his weight above her. His smell was intoxicating as well, clean like the bodywash he used and fresh yet spiced from his deodorant, with a hint of whatever he’d probably been cooking before she’d called him.

"Boss?"

She didn't realize how long she'd been staring and tried to compose herself as she looked up at her tank-top bindings. “Just try to reach around the headrest. My tank-top got rolled up around it.”

Tilting his head, he parted his lips in an unspoken question before shrugging. “Alright… I'm on it.” 

He held onto the back seat as he removed his hand from the doorframe, but the rainwater had flowed beneath the carport and the shift in his weight caused his foot to slide backwards. “Shit!” He tried desperately to catch his fall as his other foot stepped onto the floor of the car, but he landed right on top of her with a soft thud, his face between her tits as she gasped in surprise. “Fuck, this is, shit, Lys. I am so sorry.”

She’d never felt herself get this hot in the face, even in all of her years in the Santo Ileso sun. “I-It’s fine Kev. We’ve lived together long enough. Don’t worry about it,” she tried to convince him as well as herself as she did all in her power to ignore the feeling of his bare skin on hers. “Just, uh, could you get up a little please? You’re crushing me,” she chuckled slightly.

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” He lifted himself off of her instantly as she took in a deep breath, his eyes open now as he looked down at her. His arms were on either side of her head now, caging her in as he tried to control his breathing. All of his thoughts were starting to come from a totally different head now.

“Eyes are up here, Kev,” she joked, but her voice was shaky.

"Right," he responded absent-mindedly, unable to tear his eyes away. He took a moment to admire her choice of chest attire as his gaze finally traveled up to meet her own. “Pasties, huh?”

She felt like she was on fire under his scrutiny but shrugged her shoulders as much as she could, turning her head to the side to avoid his eyes. “Easier than a bra some days,” she replied honestly.

“Not gonna lie, they’re kinda hot,” he admitted as he brought one of his arms up to attempt to free her. His hands were warm as his fingers traced along the skin of her wrists, examining the damage. 

Maybe it was all of the dumb “your mom” or “your face” jokes she’d grown accustomed to making with her friends, but for whatever reason she couldn’t stop the knee-jerk reaction.

“Yeah well, your face is kinda hot.”

All of the color drained from her face and she instantly regretted it, wishing a bolt of lightning would come out of nowhere and strike her right on the spot. Her eyes widened as she clamped her mouth shut. 

His hands on her wrists froze before he turned back to her with a raised brow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. “Oh really?”

Fuck me and my stupid big mouth.

“Sh-shut up! It was just a joke. You know how much I say that shit. It’s like an instinct,” she rambled as she squirmed uncomfortably beneath him. Her skin felt like it was crawling and she was sure that this was it. This was how she was going to die. Death by embarrassment, half naked, in the back of her best friend’s car.

He frowned with an adorable, overexaggerated pout, completely oblivious to her woes. “So you don’t think I’m hot? I'm hurt, Boss.”

Kevin’s face hovered inches from her own and he placed a hand on her cheek, turning her head to face him. She let out a shaky breath as her eyes darted down to his lips. “I-I didn’t, that is…” His smirk was taunting, brown eyes filled with mischief as his lips parted slightly. 

Fuck this.

She leaned up as best as she was able, and he responded by closing the distance as he kissed her. Kevin inhaled sharply as he held her face in his hand, his fingers moving to hold the back of her head as he slanted his mouth over hers. His other hand slid down to hold her by the hip to better hoist her up on the seat, and she slowly opened her legs as he more comfortably positioned himself between them. His body was like her own personal sauna as he rested more of his weight on top of her, deliciously scorching her skin that was still cold from the rain.

“Wow…” he chortled as they parted the kiss to breathe for a moment. She laughed in agreement, loving the way his smile lit up his face.

Lust fogged her mind as she felt the hard outline of him through his pants pressing against her. “Okay yeah, I think you're pretty hot,” she admitted, her tone turning sultry as she batted her lashes at him. His smile grew bigger in triumph before he leaned down to kiss her again. She pulled desperately against her makeshift bindings to touch him, but it still wouldn’t give. Kevin chuckled softly against her lips as he felt her struggle, pulling away slightly to get another look. 

"How did you even manage this?" he wondered aloud. His fingers returned to her arms, goosebumps following in their wake as she shuddered beneath him. 

"I dunno, I wasn't the one driving through the desert like a crazed lunatic," she jabbed, and he gasped in offense.

"I can't believe you'd treat me like this after I came out all this way," he teased as he fumbled with the clasp of her chain, earning a giggle from her. 

He undid her necklace as she breathed a sigh of relief, but he only unhooked her shirt from the headrest. She tried to pull her wrists free, but it had knotted itself around them as he smirked and lowered her onto her back before getting on his knees between her legs.

“Looks like you’re stuck here for a while…” he teased as he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. Her mouth hung agape, although certainly not opposed, at his intentions to leave her tied up, and he stroked the soft skin of her lower lip with his thumb, “Whatever should I do with you?” He grinned at her devilishly. 

She swiped the tip of her tongue across his finger and his eyes darkened, pushing the digit further into her mouth as she hummed and sucked on it lightly. She raised one of her legs to wrap around his ass as she pulled him in, forcing him to grind into her. He let out a strangled "fuck" at the contact and his eyes screwed shut for a second. She might not have proper use of her arms, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t find other ways to tease him. He removed his thumb as his lips crashed into hers once more, and she loved the way he moaned into her mouth as they grinded against each other.

“I think you know exactly what to do,” she whispered into the kiss, crossing her legs together behind his back and looping her tied arms around his neck.

“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully against her lips, the vibration tickling slightly, “I think what I know is that you’re completely soaking the front of my pants,” he chuckled as he nodded pointedly. 

She flushed and her eyes widened, taken aback. “I’m not that wet-”

He laughed, “No, Lys. Your skirt is still drenched.”

She pursed her lips in response, embarrassed by her assumption as she snorted slightly. “Right. Duh.”

His laughter died down and his fingers ghosted down her side as he toyed with the waistband of her skirt. “Want me to help with that?” he smiled coyly as he gave it a soft tug.

Fuck yes.

“I think if you don’t help me, I’ll find a way to kick you out of this car, drive home even with my hands still tied, and leave you in the rain,” she joked as he giggled against her chest, peppering kisses along her collarbone. With both hands, he slowly pulled the damp fabric down her legs as his kisses grew more and more heated against her flesh. Her back arched and she let out a shuddery breath as he kissed around the outline of her panties, gazing up at her with lust-darkened eyes.

He sat up, drawing a whine from her at the loss of contact as she lifted her hips and he finished removing her skirt. His eyes roamed up and down her body brazenly, letting out a low whistle as his gaze trailed along the curves of her hips and breasts.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, you know that?” he admired, placing his hands on her thighs as he massaged his thumbs into the skin just below the juncture of her hips.

Her eyes were half-lidded as she looked up at him in appreciation. His well-toned body was beautiful in the low light of the overcast skies and small dome light of his car. The defined “v” of his hip bones disappeared tantalizingly beneath his athletic pants, leading her eye to the barely concealed tent of his hard-on.

When her gaze finally trailed back up to his face, she was left breathless by the look of adoration on his face. His eyes were softer and his mouth was curved into a gentle smile.

“You’re one to talk,” she muttered as she laughed softly. “Like fucking Adonis with those abs.”

He barked out a laugh at the comparison, the sound echoing off the metal of the carport as he shook his head at her. “That’s a new one.” He leaned over her again, his hands traveling up her sides to cup her breasts and squeeze them together. His lips left wet, open mouth kisses against the cleavage he’d created as Lys’s breath quickened. Picking at the edges of her pasties, he blinked up at her with a question in his eyes. “Is it gonna be a pain in the ass if I take these off?”

She laughed, her breath shaky as goosebumps continued to litter her skin under his touch. “That’s a problem for later me,” she responded carelessly as she wiggled from side to side.

He smirked at her reply before gently peeling them off and setting them on the console. He immediately returned his attention to her breasts, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth as she moaned at the sudden feeling. His tongue swirled around one bud as he pinched the other between his fingers, twisting slightly as she bucked her hips up into him.

“Kev…” she whimpered weakly as he toyed with her body, “please…”

“Please what?” he asked, tugging her nipple a little harder as she cried out, the sound going straight to his groin. He was pretty sure the noises she was making were better than any music he could ever mix.

“Just fuck me already!” she pleaded as she tried desperately to find friction against his clothed crotch.

The other hand that wasn’t playing with her breast disappeared between her panties as his fingers stroked along her folds. Her eyelids fluttered shut at the contact as she looked down at him.

“I’ve been waiting way too long for this. I’m taking my time with you,” he promised, and she couldn’t find it in herself to argue with the way his brown eyes looked up at her.

"You've been waiting…? For this?" she asked incredulously as she registered what he'd said. 

He gave a coy smile but otherwise brushed it off. “I’ve got an idea, but you’re gonna have to get up for me, sweetheart,” he said as he took her by the hands, finally undoing the tanktop that was stuck around them.

Confused but curious, she obliged as he got out of the car. He pulled the latch on the back of the seat before lowering it, leveling it with the spacious trunk in the back. Picking up on his plan, she awkwardly climbed onto the folded over seat so that he could do the same on the other side. It wasn’t until now that she noticed just how many blankets and pillows he kept back here.

“Do this often, lover boy?” she joked as he climbed back in and began laying down some of the aforementioned bedding.

He chuckled warmly. “Nah. It, well… these were something of an emergency backup. In case I had nowhere else to sleep,” he admitted as his voice trailed off in thought. He shook away the bad thoughts as he smiled at her. “Never took them out though. I think I much prefer this use of them,” he continued with a wink.

The pillow’s softness was a welcome change to sink her head into as he leaned her back, hovering over her again as he brushed a damp lock of hair out of her face and twirled it between his fingers. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to seeing that adoring look in his eyes, left speechless as he smiled softly down at her. 

“You’re amazing, Lys. You know that?” he whispered, his eyes darting back and forth between hers.

She hardly knew what to say. “I-I mean, yeah, I guess I’m pretty cool-”

He cut her words off with a kiss, feeling more intense and passionate than the ones before. It surprised her just how much comfort she could get from a kiss, but something about the way he held her just made her feel safer than she’d ever felt before. She brought her knees up as he lie between her legs, grinding into her slowly as he laced his fingers into her hair. He kissed all over her face, sending her into a fit of giggles as he left pecks on her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, and then began trailing warmer kisses along her jawline. Her giggles grew breathy as he pressed his lips to her neck, and she reached one hand around to run it along his back as he continued. She could feel him smile into her neck as he continued, sucking a mark into the spot beneath her ear as she gasped. He felt himself twitch at the noise and groaned into her skin, getting them both fired up again as his kisses started to trail lower.

His teeth nipped at her collarbone gently as his hands roamed along her curves. He kissed between the valley of her breasts as she watched him intently. His lips traveled lower still, tickling her stomach as she wiggled slightly. He chuckled as he held her in place, leaving more kisses along her belly before she started to kick the air.

“Hah-hey! Stop it!” she giggled as she pushed his head away and squirmed.

He laughed and finally relented, scooting himself lower as he positioned himself between her legs. “Couldn’t help it, sorry,” he replied, clearly not sorry at all as he sported a toothy grin.

She could feel her heart pound in her chest as she watched him fiddle with the lace band of her panties, looking like the cat who got the cream as he hovered so close to her center. “Well,” she began, reaching down to smooth out his hair that she’d mussed up a moment prior, “I suppose you could find a way to make it up to me.”

He kissed her inner thighs, biting the skin softly as his eyes locked with hers. She bit her lip as she watched him, his intense gaze sending heat straight to her core. “I think we can work something out,” he offered as he breathed against her clothed cunt. “Mind if I…?” he left his question open-ended as he tugged on the elastic band.

She nodded enthusiastically, propping herself up on her elbows as she lifted her hips to allow him to remove her last article of clothing. Stretching it on his index finger, he shot it like a rubber band across the car. She gasped and scoffed playfully at him as he laughed and moved back between her thighs. Returning his hands to her legs, he massaged his fingers into her inner thighs. Having been holding her breath without realizing, she released it with a shuddery gasp when his tongue ran flat up along her folds. He groaned into her skin as he dipped his tongue into her, savoring her taste while she held her fist to her mouth and bit down to stifle her moans.

“Amazing and sexy,” he amended, his voice vibrating pleasantly against her core as he began swiping circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her head fell back as she cursed, earning a smirk as his talented tongue continued working her into a frenzy. “Fuck, I could listen to you make those sounds all day.”

Her eyes rolled back into her head as he continued to lick and suck at her folds. He was far too good at this, and she was getting close far too quickly. Her hips rolled of their own accord as she chased her release, whimpering as he wrapped his arms underneath her thighs and tried to hold her still. He ate her out like a man starved (which, to be fair, he did abandon his freshly baked quiche for this) as he laved at her folds, letting out pleasured sounds of his own as he groaned like he was enjoying a meal at a five star restaurant.

He focused his attention back on her clit as he sucked it into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it as he heard more than felt her reaching her peak.

“Kev, fuck, feels so good-” she whimpered out, eyes squeezed shut as she honed in all of her attention on the feeling of his mouth on her.

Kneading his fingers into the plush of her thighs, he began running rapid circles around her bud with the flat of his tongue. Her breathing grew ragged and her chest heaved, her back arching as she bucked into his face. She gripped the blankets tightly in her fist to ground herself while she draped another arm over her face.

When he inserted a finger into her core and curled it just so, she knew she was done for. Her voice came out in a strangled cry as he timed the thrust of his finger with the swipe of his tongue. The pleasure built up inside her, pulling her body taut as it felt like licks of white hot flame flared in her core. All of her nerves felt like they were ablaze until finally, with one last lick of his warm tongue, it snapped and she came with a scream of his name.

“Kev! Shit! Fuck! Oh my god…” she gasped out as he chuckled triumphantly, licking slow, teasing stripes up her labia as she came down from her high. “That… you are… oh my god. Shit.” Her brain, let alone her whole body, felt like jello. Kevin kissed her thighs gently, smiling as he massaged her legs.

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” he joked, earning himself a playful swat from her as she batted at his hand on her thigh.

“Get back up here and kiss me before that mouth of yours gets you into any more trouble,” she teased as she took his hands in hers, stroking her thumbs across his knuckles tenderly.

He raised an eyebrow as he smirked coyly. “Pretty sure ‘that mouth of mine’ was doing just fine pleasing you a minute ago.”

Lys rolled her eyes and yanked him up as he let out a startled “whoa!” before landing unceremoniously on top of her. She leaned up, bringing her lips to his in a clumsy kiss as he rested his weight with his elbows on either side of her head. He laced his fingers in her messy hair as he slotted his lips against hers, sharing her taste with her as their tongues intertwined.

She parted from his lips for a moment, her pupils blown out with lust. “I can think of some other things you could use to please me,” she whispered huskily as she reached down, lightly rubbing the outline of his dick through his pants between her knuckles.

He groaned as he pressed his forehead to hers, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. “Like my cooking? I had just pulled a quiche out of the oven before I left,” he replied in mock obliviousness. Lys chortled before opening her hand up, fully palming him now as he let out a breathy “fuck.”

“I think I’m hungry for something else entirely,” she replied, unable to hide the twitch of a smile at the cheesiness of her line as Kevin snorted in response. Her smile cracked further and she laughed, wrapping an arm around his back to steady herself as she cackled at the absurdity of it.

Kevin couldn’t help but crack up, his head in the crook of her neck as his body shook from laughter. “I’m sorry Lys, but that was the most-”

“No, no, it’s fine. It was terrible,” she agreed, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her sides hurt from laughing and she couldn’t help but smile at him as small titters escaped from between her teeth.

He mirrored her expression, his brown eyes softening as his laughter died down slowly. He brushed her cheek with his fingers lovingly and she closed her eyes at the contact, leaning into his touch. His heart felt full to bursting and he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Lysbet…”

Her eyes opened, intrigued by the use of her full name, blinking up at him. It felt like her heart was trying to leap out of her throat when she locked eyes with him, and the well of emotions in her chest almost terrified her in their intensity.

“I…” he chortled at himself as he tried to form the words. “I want to make love to you. I don’t…” he sighed, and she waited patiently for him to continue as she drew soothing circles into his back with her fingernails. His eyes darted away for a moment, embarrassed. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing,” he admitted, his gaze avoiding hers out of fear of rejection. He was fully expecting the Boss to simply be done with him after this was over, knowing how her previous “relationships” had turned out.

Her lips parted in a silent gasp before she took his head in her hands and turned him to face her. Her fingertips brushed over his skin delicately as she smiled gently. “Kev…” she breathed out softly, shaking her head. “You have no idea how much I want this.”

His brows furrowed, still unsure. “This?" he asked, gesturing between their lower halves before pointing back at himself, "Or me?”

She flinched at his implication, but knew he had every right to be suspicious. The back of her fingers traced along his cheek as she stared into his eyes. “I want you, Kev. Not just today, either. I…” she trailed off for a moment as the corner of her mouth pulled into a wider smile. “I want you for as long as you’ll have me.” Her lips pursed as she looked off to the side sheepishly. "I’ve wanted that for a long time.”

“You… you have?” he asked incredulously, face turning pensive as he searched his memory for any telltale signs she might have given him. 

“Are you kidding? I’ve had a crush on you pretty much since day one,” she admitted with a chuckle and a cock of her head. “You were always running off with this partner or that, and we both had our separate daily lives, so…”

He mulled over the thoughts in his head for another moment in silence, shifting his weight slightly from side to side. “But you also had several-”

“Distractions,” she interrupted as she pressed a hand to his chest, distracting herself with the tapping of her fingers as she traced his tattoos. “I know… it’s shitty,” she confessed with a sigh, “but I thought surely there was someone out there that could help me forget about you.” She dropped her head back into the pillow as she took a deep breath, feeling incredibly exposed as she lay her feelings bare. “Let’s just say there were a few… incidents.”

“Incidents?” he repeated, raising a brow. 

The blush returned to her cheeks in full force. “This…” she sighed, “This isn’t the first time I’ve said your name, you know, like that," she admitted, removing her hand from his chest as she hid her face in embarrassment.

“You didn’t,” he gasped in disbelief, unable to hide the grin as the thought stroked his ego.

“Needless to say he uh… finished, and then he immediately threw me out,” she laughed. “Normally I’d have shot him and been done with it, but I didn’t fight it. I was way too embarrassed.”

“Damn,” he chuckled, hanging his head to the side with a goofy smile on his face.

“So…” she began again, bringing her hands up to massage his shoulders lightly, “yes. I would like to make love to you, Kev. Would love to, actually.”

He felt like he was on a cloud. He beamed at her before he leaned down to kiss her again, wrapping an arm around her waist and beneath her back as he pulled her flush to his body. He inhaled her scent deeply, a mix of blood, flowers, sugar, and gunpowder, and he could only describe it as home. She sighed into the kiss as she wrapped her legs around him, the fire reigniting in her belly as she grinded against him. He felt himself hardening again and tried to remove his pants with one hand, pulling away from the kiss to better see what he was doing as she occupied herself by kissing along his neck. His movements stuttered as he moaned breathily at the feeling of her nipping and sucking along his collarbone, but he was able to shimmy out of his pants and boxers as he reluctantly pulled away from her. He slid his hands down the curves of her body as he pulled back, sitting up on his knees as she lied back down and looked up at him expectantly. Her eyes darkened with lust, trailing down his abs and along the lines of his hip bones before settling on his exposed cock, biting her lip as she admired it openly.

“Fuck, Kev. You really are gorgeous,” she complimented him, bringing her knees up and spreading her legs for him. She was still incredibly slick from her earlier orgasm and her lips glistened with moisture and he inhaled sharply, stroking himself a few times as he kneeled over her.

He smiled warmly at her, taking a hold of her hips as he lifted her up and rested her ass on his thighs. “We should form a club,” he joked as she breathed out a laugh. He held her up with one hand on the small of her back while he lined himself up with her entrance, slowly sliding the tip of himself inside of her. He watched her face intently as her lips parted in a silent moan, scanning her features for any sign of discomfort as he pushed into her inch by inch. She squeezed around him tightly as he hung his head forward, screwing his eyes shut as he finally buried himself to the hilt.

Her fingernails dug into his arms as she wrapped her hands around them, grounding herself as she adjusted to the stretch of him. “Oh my god,” she praised aloud as she threw her head back, her back arching as the angle of her hips left him pressing against a spot inside her she didn’t even know she had before today. Fluttering her eyelids, she looked up at him through her lust addled haze. His jaw was tense as he clenched his teeth and tried desperately to keep himself from just rutting into her like a wild animal… Not that she would have complained.

“You… fuck… you feel so good,” he breathed, gripping her hips tighter and slowly beginning to thrust into her. She could feel every inch of him rubbing against her walls, the tip of his cock pressing into that spongy spot as her eyes rolled back. “So fucking tight, shit.”

Whimpering moans escaped her lips as he fucked her into the soft blankets beneath. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he bent over her slightly, beginning to snap his hips to the beat of the song on the radio. His hands slid up from her hips to her waist before resting just beneath her breasts, cupping the soft skin in his hands as he flicked his thumbs over her nipples. She gasped at the touch, biting her lip as he circled them with the pads of his fingers. Her hands came to rest over his, lacing her fingers with his and guiding him to massage her chest. She blinked up at him through her lashes and wet her lips, breathing in sharply at a particularly deep thrust.

He was a marvel of muscles and tattoos, skin shining with sweat as his palms kneaded into her tits. She found herself fascinated with the way his arms flexed with his movements, trailing her fingertips from his hands to his forearms, leading all the way up his biceps as she squeezed the muscles appreciatively. Her touches continued until she looped her arms around him, brushing her fingertips along the short dark brown hair at the nape of his neck. His eyes met hers and the corners of his mouth pulled into a huge grin, bending over as he wrapped an arm around the small of her back to get a better angle. His face hovered a few inches over hers, caressing her cheek with the backs of his fingers as he grunted softly with the effort of his thrusts. Her eyes fluttered shut in bliss, sweet moans escaping her parted lips that were drawn into a soft smile. She honed in on the warmth of his fingers on her face and the way the head of his cock slid in and out of her folds. At this angle, his pelvic bone pressed against her clit with each snap of his hips, tiny shockwaves of pleasure dancing through her body as she felt her peak building for the second time.

“Kev, you feel, oh… amazing,” she gasped out, her eyes flashing open to meet his. He kissed her, moaning against her lips as he followed the buildup of the song in the background to pick up his pace. Her senses were flooded with nothing but him, from the heat of his body all around her, the taste of his soft lips and tongue, the scent of him now intermingled with the smell of sex, and the desperate groans rumbling deep in his throat. Even the music, with its bass thrumming through the speakers, was so markedly Kevin that she couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. 

Their lips parted as he panted, his thumb stroking along her cheekbone. “Fuck, Lys… I don’t think I can last much longer,” he admitted breathily as his nose bumped into hers.

The coil of pleasure wound tighter as she tugged lightly at his hair, earning a delicious growl from him. “M…Me too,” she moaned, gasping as he kept pounding into that spot that made her see stars. She was doing her best in their position to push her hips back into him in time with his thrusts.

He took his hand away from her cheek, sucking two fingers into his mouth for a moment before maneuvering his hand between their bodies. Her breath hitched in her throat as he began drawing circles over her clit, releasing a cry as her pleasure mounted. He let out a strangled moan as she tightened around him from the added stimulation, almost struggling to continue his pace as her walls sucked him in. He leaned back, sitting on his heels as he flattened his palm against her stomach, working his fingers on her clit in much the same way he might spin a record at a party. He choked back a laugh as he immediately made the comparison, instead focusing on the high pitched wails Lys was releasing. 

“Just… oh my GOD!” she screamed, her back arching as her body tensed. “Fuck, yes! Just like that,” she pleaded, her jaw hanging open as her moans grew louder and louder.

He knitted his brows together in concentration as he focused on her pleasure, increasing the pace of his fingers and concentrating his thrusts upward. Her hands slid down to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin almost painfully as she threw her head back. 

“That’s it, Lys. Come on,” he praised her, entranced by the way her tits bounced in time with their movements.

She locked eyes with him and the coil snapped, screaming his name with the intense orgasm flooding her body as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. A low, drawn out curse escaped his lips as he watched her come undone, and he knew he wouldn’t be far behind with the way she spasmed around his cock. He reached around her upper back and pulled her close so that she was straddling him, crashing his lips to hers as he grabbed her ass and lifted her hips up and down on his lap. He chased his release as he grunted into the kiss, and she squealed from the overstimulation as she braced her hands on his chest.

He broke from the kiss to stare into her eyes, hoping she could feel the adoration in his gaze. She blinked at him and gave him a wide grin, resting her forehead against his. His heart felt heavy with love, and he was pretty sure this was the happiest he had ever felt in his life.

“Where… fuck… where do you want me to…?” he asked as she bounced up and down on him.

“Inside,” she gasped, breathing heavily, “Pill. It’s okay,” she finished as she squeezed around him.

He practically lost it then and there, groaning at her words that he was more than happy to oblige. His rhythm faltered as his thrusts grew sporadic, holding her up by her hips as he speared into her from below over and over. He grunted with the effort as his hips snapped up with a final ferocity with his approaching orgasm before stilling, releasing a strangled cry as he emptied himself within her. His hips twitched with the intensity, drawing small whimpers from Lys as she watched, enamored, as his face twisted in pleasure.

They both sat there for a moment, sweaty and breathing heavily as they held onto each other. She brushed her hand up his forehead, pushing the hair back up that was stuck to his face from the sweat of their exertions. He smiled at her gratefully, chuckling slightly as they both processed what just happened. She returned the smile, humming happily in the afterglow as his hands stroked up and down her back.

“That was…” she began, chortling as she searched for the words.

He squeezed her sides gently as he nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah.”

“Kev?” Her fingers toyed with the soft hair of his undercut, biting her lip nervously as butterflies filled her stomach.

His eyes met hers, and he lifted his eyebrows slightly as he massaged into the curve of her waist. “What’s up?”

“I…” she chewed on her lip, struggling to say the words, even though she was fairly certain he felt the same. “I think I’m…” Her eyes darted down for a moment, suddenly unsure. She scoffed at herself and shook her head. “It’s funny. I’ve said it before but… it feels different now.”

He frowned slightly, drawing his brows together as he searched her eyes for her meaning. “What do you…?”

She blinked at him, her mouth opening as her eyes darted around the back of the car. She sighed deeply, her shoulders rising and falling. “I… I love you, Kev,” she whispered, barely audible over the radio as Kevin’s face turned to one of surprise. The corners of his mouth cracked into a smile as his fingers squeezed her tighter, chuckling as he kissed her softly.

“I love you too, Lys,” he responded, relieved, and she felt the tension drain from her body as her shoulders relaxed. “You had me going there for a second,” he joked, reaching up to cup her cheek. She tilted her head, leaning into his hand as she laughed lightly at herself.

She gazed into his eyes and lost herself in their deep chocolate hue. “I meant what I said,” she began again as she rubbed his shoulders, “I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

He cocked his head to the side, “hmm”-ing dramatically as he thought about it. “Well…” She nodded as he paused, urging him to go on. “I hope you’re okay with forever then,” he replied with a cheeky grin, tickling her sides as her jaw dropped in surprise and laughed, squirming under his touch. She gasped between chuckles as she tried to fend him off with her hands on his wrists, desperately pulling at his arms. He laughed with her as he finally relented, holding her by the neck to press his lips against hers. They both had smiles plastered on their faces as the laughter died down slowly. She hugged him tight, breathing in deeply as her heart swelled at the feeling of his arms wrapped around her, warm and secure.

“Yeah. Forever sounds pretty good to me,” she answered, pulling back as she kissed him again.

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I posted 696 times in 2022

That's 502 more posts than 2021!

60 posts created (9%)

636 posts reblogged (91%)

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@reispinkoveralls

@sailorspacecougar

@linlamont

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I tagged 349 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#sailor moon fanfiction - 120 posts

#mamoru chiba - 113 posts

#sailor moon - 110 posts

#usagi tsukino - 80 posts

#tuxedo mask - 60 posts

#usamamo - 54 posts

#otp: usagi & mamoru - 48 posts

#usagi x mamoru - 44 posts

#sailor moon fanart - 32 posts

#fanfic - 29 posts

Longest Tag: 71 characters

#when you're about to turn 100 and people still say you've died too soon

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

UsaMamo Week 2022 Day 3: Emotion and/or "But why me?"

Of all the senses, Mamoru firmly believed that touch was the most important. Touch ensures reassurance. To touch and feel is proof of life. Touch allowed him the ability to feel.

This is my second contribution to @usamamoweek2022 and the second work in my "Stages" series.

39 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

#4

Tomorrow is Mamoru Chiba’s birthday!

If you could give him a birthday present, what would it be?

Almost afraid to see the responses…

See the full post

46 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#3

In celebration of our favorite Earth Prince's birthday, I bring you fic!

53 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

#2

Year Long Fic Challenge

January:

Free Month

February:

Chocolate and/or “Hey! I was saving that!”

March:

Strawberries and/or “Please tell me you didn’t eat that?” (Also Rare Pair Week last week of March - hosted by Heavenly Pearl)

April:

Flowers (Also Dendy Week hosted by @linlamont)

May:

Cherry Blossoms and/or “You could have just asked…”

June:

Rain and/or ”How could you forget your umbrella?”

July:

Fireworks and/or “Waiiiiit, did you… do something different with your hair?”

August:

Vacation and/or Heatwave (Also UsaMamo Week)

September:

Festivals and/or Tsukimi (the September festival celebration of full moon) (also Smutember hosted by @floraone)

October:

Haunted and/or Hot Beverages (Also Flufftober)

November:

Thank you and/or “Now, before I say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

December:

Presents and/or “This is why I always wait until the last minute!”

Make sure to post all submissions to the collection on AO3: 2022 Monthly Themes and tag on Tumblr (#2022 fic challenge)

***ANYONE IS ABLE TO PARTICIPATE!***

81 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It kills me how in love they are before they even get together..

111 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

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I posted 47 times in 2022

That's 47 more posts than 2021! (amazing, since I only got a Tumblr account this fall. Ha!)

35 posts created (74%)

12 posts reblogged (26%)

I tagged 44 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#sailor moon - 37 posts

#fic list - 14 posts

#fic rec - 13 posts

#podcast - 12 posts

#usagi - 11 posts

#anime - 11 posts

#fanfic - 9 posts

#usagi x mamoru - 9 posts

#mamoru - 9 posts

#manga - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 34 characters

#this is how i find all the stories

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

This week’s trope of Enemies to Lovers from @floraone ’s matrix (here is the post with it for reference) was chosen by the amazing @daikon1 . These stories are more in line with the anime characterizations of both Usagi and Mamoru than the manga but it does not make them any less wonderful. I guess I am giving away the ending in these more than usual but the below standard disclaimer still applies - sorry!

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

Scavenger Hunt by Scarlet32

While flirting with Motoki, Minako “accidentally” tells him that Usagi might be in love with Mamoru (which Usagi denies!). To prove to Usagi that HE actually likes her, Mamoru asks her what it would take, with Usagi giving him a list of seemingly impossible tasks to complete. And I have to give it to Usagi on these - they are imaginative, but Mamoru is if nothing but resourceful.

Secret Admirer by @starlingsinclair

Mamoru makes fun of Usagi getting gifts from a secret admirer, taunting her that it's creepy and not romantic. What if the tables are turned and he is the one on the receiving end of these? And the person doing it seems to know and understand him shockingly well.

Stitched - @irritablevowel

After an accident in the kitchen lands Usagi in the emergency room to get stitches, the person treating her ends up being someone she used to argue with daily in her school days. Can they put aside their past animosity and start over? (This one is probably in my top 10 favorite fics, make sure you check it out!)

What We Could Be - @allyunabridged

Mamoru and Usagi get set up on a blind date by someone who has no idea they have known each other for years and have been less than cordial since their school days. Could this be their chance to start over?

Right Hand Red - Usabelle

Motoki convinces Mamoru to throw Reika's going away party in his apartment. Can a game of Twister and a little alcohol change things for our favorite duo?

Next week I will be covering Slow Burn Fics based on another request from @daikon1 before getting into the Holiday Spirit with some Christmas-y stories.

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post)

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

40 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

#4

Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Continuing from last week’s theme of “Established Relationships,” this week’s theme of “Sex Positivity” was chosen by ms. @floraone to help coincide with the last week of Smutember. Check out #smutember2022 #smutember sailor moon fandom tags on Tumblr for the most recent entries for both Sailor Moon and other Fandoms (including a few SM  ones that are not under the other tag on AO3). The list below are SOME of the works that have stood out to me that best fit this trope, but this is by no means exhaustive.

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

Role Play - @wildriverinthesky

This is a super fun series of vignettes where Darien and Serena indulge in all kinds of fantasies and scenarios and explore their boundaries in a safe and collaborative manner. Even though this series is marked as complete - there are occasionally new chapters added to this one, so I would definitely subscribe!

Limited Edition - @riverlethe

I think this two-shot is one of the most fun ones I have read in a while, simply because it rings so true to life. Who doesn’t wander through an adult store looking for fun things that can be used together with your significant other?!?

Brownies for Bunny - littlelunarrabbit

As an unintended consequence of a questionable decision by Yuichiro, Usagi ends up exploring her sexuality with the help of a very confused and concerned but always willing Mamoru.

Inhibitions (and the Art of Letting Them Go) - @areptiledysfunction1107

I absolutely adore this story and it is one of the few one-shots that I wish was longer or had an epilogue that would tell us what happened next. Usagi telling Mamoru “That’s so cool! You literally fix broken hearts for a living!” and “Can I keep you?” are just *chef’s kiss* (She absolutely has to keep him!)

The Unintentional Seduction of Chiba Mamoru - @floraone

I feel like this story should be part of the required reading for.. well… everyone actually. It literally comes with sources for additional information in chapter notes! This fic covers the “Teach Seduction”, as well as “he loved her all along” tropes, but does it in a very unique way that makes it stand apart from the similar attempts. It is in the top 5 bookmarked Sailor Moon Fics on AO3 for a reason.

Rabbit in the Wolf's Den - @reispinkoveralls

This one-shot is actually part of this year’s Smutember submissions. You can feel Usagi’s nerves as the story unfolds and the game Mamoru is playing with her progresses. This was definitely a very creative solution to keep Usagi motivated to finish her schoolwork!

What are your favorite "Sex Positivity" trope stories? Have I missed any key ones?

I think next week I will finally do part 1 of the unfinished fics list that I have been compiling on the side (I decided to split it into ones that have not been updated for at least 12 months and ones currently in progress that I keep refreshing A03 for every day, which I will do in November), before doing some darker tropes for the month of October / Halloween.

Links to the previous posts:

Established Relationships

Groundhog Day

48 notes - Posted September 26, 2022

#3

Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 2 - Established Relationships

Continuing from last week's theme of "Groundhog Day" we get to look at another trope from @floraone 's matrix - "Established Relationships". This week’s theme was chosen by the amazing @beej88 (please make sure to check out her Sailor Moon art!)

A bit of a disclaimer - I have gone ahead and mapped out which stories I would like to use for potential upcoming posts, so a few of the ones that would also fit this trope have moved to other categories. As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries)

The Game - @beej88

I think including this in this list MIGHT be a spoiler in and of itself, but this is a super fun story about letting go of some inhibitions while facing realities of adult life. 

To Have and to Hold - @linlamont

This was a contribution to the most recent UsaMamo week and hands down of my favorite entries. We get to see how the wedding planning is getting to Usagi, her deepest insecurities, a very supportive Mamoru and some very lemony scenes. And the best part? Amazing art at the end of every chapter!

Sunday Dinner - Algae

A nice slice of life short story about how Mamoru feels over the years about Sunday family dinners at Usagi's house.

Prison of Hair - @master-ray5

A super fluffy one-shot about how grateful King Endymion is for the life he has. The love we saw in the manga from Mamoru to both Usagi and Chibi-usa and their sleepovers is very well paralleled in this short story.

The First Year - @uglygreenjacket

This one is actually one of the first fics I have read when I was looking for something that would go between the wedding at the end of the manga and them becoming rulers of Crystal Tokyo. These series of interconnected stories get us through the ups and downs of everyday life, culminating in an amazing scene at a conbini, that makes me smile even now that I am thinking about it. 

Pretenses - @idesofnovember

This two-shot shines a light on the adjustments that need to happen when you are living together with someone you love and how things that are important to one should be recognized as such by the other partner. 

What are your favorite Established Relationship fanfics? What trope should we cover next week? Let me know! Otherwise, I am thinking of covering some of my favorite unfinished ones.

50 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

#2

Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Thank you @beej88 for allowing me to use her absolutely amazing art for this post 😘

Non-Senshi AU is one of my favourite tropes in @floraone 's matrix, HOWEVER, I had to balance adding stories to this post as well as keeping some in my back pocket to be used for the upcoming weeks. So if you are not seeing a story that you absolutely love, do not worry - you will most likely see it somewhere in these series. This theme was chosen by @areptiledysfunction1107.

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

Pass the Syrup, Please - @wishwars

Mamoru runs into a grown-up Usagi at the hotel he is staying at while interviewing for a new position. His plan is to try and comeback to Tokyo, having spent many years away due both school and work. This leads to a long weekend-worth of reconnecting with old friends, crossing paths, hurt feelings, and realizations for both.

just an instant gut reaction - Hariboo

A fun Dance themed AU where Mamoru is desperate to find a new partner for his showcase after Ami ends up on crutches. Minako is too busy with her own performance, Rei is a singing major, so who could they be talking about that could help him?

The Heatwave - @reiokiscorner

Usagi has just finished high school and is trying to make the best of her last days of freedom with her best friends before she starts in the photography faculty at the university. Except she is filled with self-doubt, it is crazy hot, and Mamoru is (shockingly) not being very helpful with his snide comments. I really hope that we get that Epilogue someday that @reiokiscorner talked about in her chapter notes. (Side note: this story has actually inspired me to take a photography class with how amazing the technical side of it was written out! I am starting to making progress, right @areptiledysfunction1107​?)

Hikari 27 - @uglygreenjacket

Usagi meets a handsome stranger on a train back home after visiting Makoto to help her set up her new bakery in Osaka. Making a snap decision, she decides that she needs to try and see him again and with Ami’s help finds where he is giving his lecture. This kicks off a tale about train stations, brief visits, and miscommunication that may lead to heartbreak unless Mamoru figures out how to open up.

A (Blind) Date with Destiny! - @daikon1

Minako (a friend Usagi met in university) sets her up on a blind date with Mamoru, without realizing that the two knew each other years ago. Both decide that this is the perfect opportunity to try and make new first impressions on the one person they still can't stop thinking about years later, as they proceed to pretend that they do not actually know each other. It is one of my favourite stories to re-read when I need something light-hearted with a happy ending.

took a faithful leap / i carry you in my heart - tosca1390

These stories are parts 1 and 2 of a Political AU with Usagi running for office on an anti-corruption platform and Mamoru meeting her at the hospital he works at with Ami, and getting pulled into her orbit. We get to watch as our favourite duo figures out a precarious balance of being together in spite of their circumstances.

Next week I am going to cover a few of the currently in progress multi-chapters that have been updated in the last 12 months that I keep hoping to see new entries posted up for, which is technically part 2 to my Unfinished Stories post from September.

Sex Positivity

Established Relationships

Groundhog Day

Darker Stories

Potions 🧪

Reveals

👻Halloween🎃

Wrong Perceptions

62 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

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Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 7 - Reveals

This week we are doing trope that @floraone (and everyone else I have spoken to) has been looking forward to the most - Reveals! Below is a collection of multi-chapters and one-shots that stood out the most to me as fitting of this theme.

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries)

The Reveal - @kasienda

When talking about Reveals as a trope - this series is the quintessential reading material for anyone in this fandom. It is a mix of one-shots and semi-connected stories that show the impacts of being superheroes on everyday life, friends and family. 

Revelations - Shelliebelle

A one shot that I seriously think belongs with @kasienda 's Reveal series. Mamoru figures out that Sailor Moon is Usagi based on her sheer exhaustion and corresponding injuries. He then tries to help her best he can. 

Win a Date with Tuxedo Mask! - @tinacentury

One of the cutest reveal stories I have ever read! Motoki, who hears and sees everything, decides to meddle a bit and gets involved in helping Mamoru raise money for his old orphanage, as well as getting his friends together. We get a very confident Usagi and Mamoru who is jealous of himself and trying to do his best suave Tuxedo Mask imitation.  

Impulse - @areptiledysfunction1107

Tuxedo mask shoves Sailor Moon out of the way of a Youma attack and gets hit with a mysterious fog. Next morning, Mamoru starts seeing things (or is imagining technically?) that are quite risqué and keep getting progressively worse, causing him to start acting a bit out of character (There is also super cute art throughout the story too!)

Since I Found Out - @lyraterra

Super fun multichapter that is based around the OG anime's Dark Kingdom arc - except the reveal of identities taking place in the story's first chapter. This change guides the retelling of the events of the original story in a new and exciting way - adding in psychometry, soul bonds and saving the Shitennou. 

Perfect Imperfection - @allyunabridged

Tuxedo Mask accidentally figures out who Sailor Moon is in the middle of a battle, and realizes how much of Usagi’s behavior is due to her Senshi duties . As the week progresses, he does his best to let her get to know him better without the usual bickering. Except old habits die hard, now impacting their teamwork in battle. Adorable, fluffy ending to this one.

Deception - @floraone

When Luna finds Usagi and turns her into Sailor Moon, Mamoru and her have been together for 6 years and are currently living in the same apartment. Luna insists that Usagi absolutely cannot tell her significant other (that she trusts with everything!) about this, leading to some very questionable excuses and hilarity as Tuxedo Mask takes full advantage of figuring her identity out for himself. 

Day 3. "Whatcha staring at?" - @lilliebellfanfics

The lemoniest story of the bunch. Usagi is pining after Tuxedo Mask, thinking about their last “get together”. Tuxedo Mark has a hunch of who Sailor Moon is and after following her for a few days, finds her taking a bath at the Hikawa shrine. 

D’aimer et D’être Aimé - @she-dreams-in-pink

Mamoru finds Usagi at the counter at The Crown working hard on what he presumes is homework, earning him a scoff when he tries to joke about it with her. But who is this letter really for and what is it about? 

Drunken Confessions - SailorMoonFanForever

Girls, Motoki and Mamoru get together at Mamoru’s apartment to have a little fun in a safe environment. Alcohol + Game of Truth and Dare end up lowering Usagi’s inhibition and cause her to admit things to Mamoru that she wasn’t planning on telling. 

Miraculous Musings: Vignettes of a Miracle Romance (Chapter 28: hidden identity) - @goddessalthena

Mamoru keeps writing something on napkins while having his coffee at the front counter of The Crown Arcade. What if Usagi notices? Or one time he drops it on the ground “by accident” before leaving? 

Have I captured all your favorite reveals stories? Please add more to the comments!

Next week we will cover 👻Halloween🎃 and costume related fics, since the post will go up on October 31st before trick-or-treaters start showing up at my place. 

Here are the links to the previous posts to explore more amazing works based on different tropes: Sex Positivity, Established Relationships, Groundhog Day, Unfinished Stories, Darker Stories, Potions 🧪

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